#mickey henry x reader smut

[sweetiebarnes]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy. 

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2023, Day 1

The Girls Come Easy

Summary: You had built an audience as an influencer, and everybody was ready for you to document going to see your favorite band, but what was documented was not what you had expected. When the boys invited you backstage, and took your phone you was not prepared for them to broadcast the debauchery and chaos with them. One too many drinks and hits off whatever they gave you, and you became their toy for the night. A night you and all your followers would not soon forget…

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader X Clark Kent X Mickey Henry

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, oral sex, anal, double vaginal penetration, double penetration, threats of triple penetration, pinching, sucking, fingering, recording without knowledge, multiple orgasms, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7K

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Taking out your phone, you look through the excited messages from your followers for this moment. A moment you have waited to happen for years. Not just going to see your favorite band with the dumbest name; The Twisted Turnips, but you had been invited to meet them. They had asked for you! But you couldn’t bring anyone with you, and you of course had said that was just fine. Anything to meet them.

The concert was amazing, but your adrenaline rush was still hanging in strong. You were going to pass out after this. Your body could only handle so much, and it was reaching its peak.

All three of them were disgustingly attractive; Mickey with his eyeliner, and penchant to never wear clothes. Lloyd with his perfect coiffed hair and a devious smirk. That man could ruin your life, and you would crawl on your knees for more. And then the brooding and dangerously handsome Clark. He was the quiet one of the group, but you just knew there was something underneath that coy exterior.

They had somehow found out you were going to be at their concert, and requested for you to come backstage. You? Each moment in this holding room feels like forever. Isolating you after a big concert is making your anxiety crash through the ceiling.

You settle back, picking at your nails with anticipation. Running through every different scenario you could think of for how this was going to go. But when that door creaks open, and you get the first flash of the bluest eyes, you stand up at attention. Lloyd’s devil may care attitude is more apparent in person. Mickey’s grin is damn near sadistic, and Clark is licking his lips like he had found his next meal.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you listening to trash like us for?” Lloyd’s voice was as smooth as butter. Laced with whatever booze or drugs he had consumed before coming to see you. He stalks around your body, letting his fingers run over your exposed skin, and it sends a sharp chill up your spine.

Alarms going off in your head, because the way they were staring at you like they were ready to devour you. And you like it. “Where’s your phone, sweetheart?” Mickey holds out his hand, and you give him an odd look. “We know you like documenting everything, but you shouldn’t document this. It’s private.”

“Oh. Okay, that seems fair,” when you hand him your phone, and Clark moves to stand in front of you quickly. His wide stature blocking you from seeing anything behind him. “So…why…why did…it’s hot in here,” you take a deep breath. It wasn’t hot it is stifling.

“I think it’s just you,” Lloyd whispers as his mouth closes in on your neck. He pushes his crotch into your backside, and you whimper, feeling the growing bulge. “What’s wrong? You can do your research on us, but we can’t on you?”

“Wh-wh-what?” Your words hiccup out while Mickey makes his return to your side. “What’re you…oh god,” you moan. Someone or some people had their hands cupping your covered pussy.

“God’s no longer here. We’re your gods. And we’re going to make sure you have the night to remember. Isn’t that what your filthy little mind thought up?” All three of them stop their ministrations. Crowding you, and making it impossible to move away from them. Eyeing you up, and needing you to confess.

“Clark?” Mickey whispers on your neck, and Clark pulls up his phone, clearing his throat.

“I lose all self control as Lloyd fucks deep into my cunt, while Clark owns my ass. Pounding me into next year, and Mickey fucks into my throat so hard, I know I died and gone to hell. There was no place for this amount of sin in heaven,” Clark speaks softly. Moving closer to you before his mouth hovers right over yours.

“Where…where did you get that?” Standing behind you, Lloyd pops open your pants. Sliding a hand down your front, letting his fingers slide through your slick. Palming over your clit when he enters two fingers. It is happening so fast, and you can’t catch your breath, but fuck this felt better than you could have ever imagined.

“One of your little followers informed someone, who knows someone, and it doesn’t matter. You wanted us to fuck you, and you proudly state it to the world that you are nothing but wet holes for us, we thought we’d be generous, and make you nothing but our filthy slutty soaking wet holes. A sweet whore for our enjoyment. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You whimper as Lloyd starts stretching you out with three fingers.

Your body starts to grind down on him as the other two touch and kiss over your body. Hands start ripping off articles of clothing, because who needs to take them off like a normal person? Letting your tits free and both Clark and Mickey attach their mouths to them.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you sink down into an unexplainable high. “There you go, honey. Three mouths, three dicks, and six hands that are going to destroy you. Give you some inspiration for your next smutty fantasy. See if you can describe the sounds we make, okay?”

The two men sucking on your tits pull off with a loud pop. Your nipples pebbled and swollen ache to have them back on your body, but they are just getting started. Lloyd looks over to some stand in the corner, giving it a wink, and brings your body in front of theirs.

Clark grabs your jaw, turning you to meet his mouth with a deep kiss. His tongue sliding past your lips, while Lloyd slaps at your tits. Grabbing them in both his meaty hands, he gives them a jiggle before holding tight to your waist.

Mickey lifts up your legs, and spreads you out wide, “Look at what a tight little pussy this is. Are you ready for us to make your dreams come true?” Mumbling out a yes over Clark’s tongue, Mickey walks in between your thighs. Letting Lloyd hold you up, and without warning his thick dick crashes into your warmth, and you pull away from Clark watching him stab into you. Relentless and hard, making you see stars.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, but Lloyd grabs hold of your nipples, pinching the nubs hard, “Oh, we’re just getting started. You’ll wanna stay away for the grand finale. What are you?”

Distracted. You are distracted and in a trance at Mickey cramming himself into you. Lost in watching your body stretch to accommodate him, every inch of him disappearing in the depths of your pussy.

“What are you?” Lloyd shouts, and Clark smacks you across the face. “What are you?”

“I’m…” what are you? You didn’t know what answer he was looking for. It is hard to concentrate on how freeing this felt.

“Are you our whore?” Clark circles his hand around your throat, and your mouth falls open. So much pleasure. Too much some might say, but if you die from cock, you’ll take it. Lloyd spits down into your open mouth, and you swallow it like it was the best thing you had ever tasted.

“Yeah, she’s our whore. Look at how well she’s taking Mickey’s cock. She didn’t even need to get used to the stretch, she just took it so well. But let’s hear that whore mouth say it. Tell me. What are you?” He asks again, and you whine as pleasure starts building in your tummy. Mickey is hitting all the right spots, and you can hardly focus, much less think.

“What the fuck are you?” Lloyd gives your nipples another hard squeeze, and Clark’s hold on your neck gets tighter right as Mickey races to the finish line. Letting your walls clench down tight around him.

“I’m your whore! I’m your fucking whore! Oh my fuuuuckk!” Mickey pulls out of you and holds your legs spread open. Slapping at your clit over and over again. You squirm. You try to bring your legs together as the gateway to hell gets ever closer.

Strings of your arousal pull off him, but he keeps slapping until your pleasure is squirting out on his face, and Lloyd places you on the floor. Face down, ass up when he squats behind you, gripping your hips so tight, you know you’re going to bruise. He starts railing into you. “You didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt? You like being used?”

“Uh huh,” your voice is already sounding a bit hoarse, but you didn’t want him to stop. You still needed to feel Clark. You need his girth in your body. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” the only word you could get out, and you didn’t want to know anything more. This was the perfect definition of what you wanted, and how you wanted it.

It had become tiring to be this perfect influencer, so to have three men use you, telling you what you need, is setting your world on fire, and it was the best feeling. “Yes! Yes!”

“You’re enjoying this, huh? Look at this sloppy little cunt. Got you creaming all over my cock. You going to let us each come in this pussy? Watch as we leak out of that abused hole? Or do you want each hole filled with cum? Be our little cumdump.”

“Yes. Yes! Yes, I do! Fuck me! Fuck your whore. Fucking…ahh!” Your fingers dig into the floor, trying to find something to ground yourself as more pleasure builds up. “Lloyd, I’m going to…” it happens all so fast and your legs start to tremble from pleasure. “I’m coming. Fuck, yes. Fuck!”

He picks you up by your waist, and starts lowering you over Clark. Having your back up against his chest on the coach, and Clark’s meaty hands hold onto you. Guiding you lower over his thick engorged cock, and you cry. Tears brim your waterline, but you persevere not stopping until your cunt swallows him whole, and Lloyd and Mickey point chuckling at how you are struggling to take him.

“Next place it’s going is your ass,” you whimper, and he starts bouncing you over him. Squatting over him, and hands on your chest when Mickey brings a phone right up to your cunt being stuffed full of Clark Kent. “Are you smiling for the camera?”

Answering only by the most pleasure filled mewls. He slams you harder over him, and you scream out nonsensical words. Unable to think of anything. “Mickey, let Lloyd hold the camera and let’s see if this pussy can take more.”

“You’re getting a lot of hearts, sweetheart,” Lloyd mumbles as he takes the phone from Mickey. Placing it right at your entrance as his band mate tries to stuff you more.

“No. No, it won’t fit. Ahh!”

“Shh,” Mickey coos down at you. “You wrote it. Let’s try.”

“Please, please!” You look at where the three of you are trying to connect and scream. You doubted your body's ability to take all that. Did they have to have such large cocks?

“Shh,” Clark is the one in your ear. Stilling his motions as he kisses softly over your neck. “We’ll make it fit. Go on, Mickey. She’s the little whore that wanted us in all kinds of ways. Fulfill her fantasies.”

Mickey gives a hard push, and tears spring to your eyes as he fills your cunt with another cock. It hurt so good. The fullness in your heated cunt with both of them in there was soothing. It felt right. “I’m about to bust a nut,” Mickey exhales. “My…fuckfuckfuck. It’s so tight. It’s fucking tight. Fuck. Fuck. Lloyd, you won’t fit in there this time.”

“What?” You sob, looking in between the two of them, trying to find Lloyd who was being the camera man.

“We’re going to make you watch this video later,” Lloyd threatens, keeping the camera right on your throbbing pussy.

“No! That was fiction!”

“You admitted you did the research. You watched some disgusting porn about a girl getting her pussy stuffed with three cocks. You said it would be bliss to have the band as one with you,” Lloyd’s mouth turns up into an evil smirk as he moves the camera to your face.

“Her’s a little scared pussy cat. Come on, Sugar Tits, you said you were our whore. All your fans would love to know that you can take every cock.”

“I have three holes! Fuck me, raw, just not all in my pussy.”

“Tonight,” Lloyd adds in.

“Yeah, tonight. Ahh!” You hiss through your teeth as Mickey pulls out of you. Clark lifts you up, and moves his giant dick to your ass, and you bite down as a new sensation of pleasurable pain ripples through your body. Your ass had never been stretched out so wide. It happened so quickly, you couldn’t even think.

Mickey crawls onto the couch, straddling both you and Clark when he starts slapping you with his dick. “I got to stare at your ass?” Lloyd asks, positioning himself in between your thighs. “Fuck,” groaning as he pushes himself into your warmth, and Mickey does the same.

“Fucking whore!” Clark rumbles behind you. “Look at her taking every single one of us. All three of us, just like the goddamn whore she is. Hollow out those cheeks, Sugar Tits, we’re about to take advantage of your holes.”

You relax, letting the three of them command your body. Using you like their sex toy. Nothing has ever felt like this. You were ruined for life. It was the most glorious and freeing feeling being used for their pleasure. Grunts, growls, biting, slapping, and all on your body.

Deep into your body. Over and over again. Every part of your body ripples and recoils with their motions. “You’ve got two hands, too, Sugar Tits. Maybe next time the other two can join us, hmm? Such a fucking whore.”

“You look pretty with your makeup smearing down your face.”

“Kiss your Instagram, goodbye. I doubt after tonight you’ll have one,” they say words, but you can’t hear them. All you can do is feel. Every hard thrust into you takes you even further away from life. And closer to whatever hell they were living in.

Moaning out in pleasure until the four of you are just a sea of sin. Just when you think you can’t take anymore Mickey pinches your tits, Clark holds on to your neck, and Lloyd makes tight circles on your clit. Had it not been for Mickey jackhammering into your throat, they would hear what they were doing to you.

“Come!” Lloyd shouts, and cum from all three of them spurt deep into your channels, and you sigh as Mickey pulls out of your mouth, and stuffing his leaking cum back into your mouth.

Dumb on cock and pleasure. It is blissful. Your eyes start to close as Mickey brings someone’s phone back over to you. Holding it over your pussy as Lloyd pulls himself out. “You see what we did to her? Got her gaping, and leaking of cum. And look at this,” he brings the camera back to your face, and gives you a little slap.

You look at him with a dopey smile, and a whimper. “She’s good and dumb guys. Say bye to your favorite influencer. She’s our whore now. You heard it yourselves. I hope you enjoyed the show. Oh, you want to see her ass. Go on, big guy, they want to see your ‘seed’ leak out of her ass.”

“Mmm,” you whine as Clark pulls you off him. Showing your ass to the phone, but you're slowly falling asleep. It was amazing. You’re glad no one saw you.

“Yeah. It’s a pretty sight, seeing all those sloppy holes. Well. We’re signing off now. Goodnight,” Mickey ends the live feed on your instagram, ignoring all the calls, texts, and everything else that was popping up on your feed.

His finger moves around quickly as Lloyd and Clark tend to your exhausted body.

Deactivate.

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@tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @sstan-hoe @missusbarnes-rogers @peaches1958 @seitmai @smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @midnightramyeoncravings @kmc1989 @floral-recs @buckybarnesisdaddy @magnificentsaladllama

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot DJ » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Mickey Henry x Reader

Summary: Y/N has a thing for the hot DJ.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes or typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You say at the bar, eyeing the DJ like you have been all night. He occasionally looked up and sent a wink your way making you blush like crazy. When his set was done, he grabbed his phone and made his way to the bar.

“A beer and whatever the lady wants.” He tells the bartender.

“Whiskey.” You tell him.

The bartender brought you guys your drinks and walked away.

“Mickey.” Mickey introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You say with a smile and shook his hand.

“Tell me, Y/N. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” He asks, taking a sip of his beer.

“I originally came here for a few drinks, but I got distracted by the hot DJ.” You tell him.

“Oh yea?” He says.

“Mhmm.” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink.

You and Mickey sat at the bar drinking for a while until he stood up, holding his hand out.

“Wanna dance?” Mickey asks.

“I would love to.” You smiled, placing your hand in his.

Mickey led you to the dance floor. He was entranced by the way your hips swayed to the music. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you felted his bulge against your ass. You leaned your body against his, placing your hands on top of his. Mickey leaned his head down, placing his lips on your neck and began to leave kisses along your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. You moaned quietly when you felt his stubble scratching your skin.

“Wanna get out of here?” Mickey asks.

“Lead the way, baby.” You say.

Mickey grabbed your hand, leaving the dance floor and hailed for a cab to take you two to his apartment. You two were all over each other the second you guys walked through the door. Mickey kicked the door shut with his foot and picked you up, taking you to his bedroom. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on the floor next to the bed. His hand blindly found the zipper of your dress, letting it fall from your body and pool around your feet. You laid down on the bed and watched as Mickey stripped from his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock. Mickey got on the bed, hovering over you. He leaned his head down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts, marking you up with hickeys.

“Mickey.” You moaned softly.

“Yea, baby?” Mickey says.

“Fuck me.” You says.

Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before rubbing it through your wetness.

“Please!” You begged with a whined.

Mickey chuckles. He lines his cock at your entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you inch by inch. Both of you gasped at the same time. You involuntarily spread your legs wider to take more of him.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Mickey groans.

Mickey leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily as he started thrusting. His thrusts are fast, but loving. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. One of your hands held the back of his head, your fingers tugging at his hair while your other hand was on his back, your nails digging in his skin, making him hiss at the feeling.

“Were you imagining us doing this while you were staring at me earlier?” He asks, moving his lips to your shoulders and placed kisses along them.

“Yes!” You moaned, tilting your head back.

Mickey took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey. One of his hands roamed your body, stopping on one of your breast and squeezing it causing you to gasp and your cunt to clench around his cock at the feeling. You arched your back in pleasure. That gave Mickey a new angle. His tip hit your sweet spot.

“Oh yes! Fuck!” You moaned. “Right there!” You tell him.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to move faster. His tip continued to hit your sweet spot. His fingers reached down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Your pussy feels so good.” Mickey moans, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“I can say the same thing about your cock.” You moaned.

His fingers applied a little more pressure to your clit as he continued to rub it. You felt a knot in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm building up.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” Mickey asks panting, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock again.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned with a whimper.

“Cum for me, baby.” He says.

A loud moan left your lips as you came. Mickey fucked you through your orgasm. He lost rhythm with his thrust, but quickly regained rhythm again.

“I know you’re gonna cum.” You panted. “Give it to me, baby.” You whispered in his ear.

That was enough to send him over the edge. Your name left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling a sheet over the two of you. You two laid there panting for a few seconds before you spoke up.

“We should totally do that again.” You suggested.

��Agreed.” Mickey says, putting his hand on your thigh.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[loomiseater]

I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

[marie-hoe]

Sebastian Stan Characters Masterlist

Bucky

Make Everything Better | >1k

Simple Trade | >2k | Demon!Bucky

With a 6 Month old | HC

Need More Data | >2k | Frat!Bucky (and Steve)

Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

What You Mean to Me | >1k

Roommate | >3k

Sleepless Nights | <1k | Husband!Frank

Mickey Henry

American Beauty | >3k

[jbucb]

I have three WIPs. I don't need another, but.....

Bucky Barnes or Mickey Henry

"Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to"

😫😫😫😫😫

[funkybbarnes]

Funks Masterlist:

Sebastian Stan:

happy birthday, bugs!

Poems:

silences

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed

-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 15)

-> yandere

-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au

-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker, the brides

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

doctor who bbc

ninth doctor, tenth doctor, eleventh doctor, twelfth doctor, rose tyler, jack harkness, mickey smith, donna noble, martha jones, clara oswald, river song, amy pond, rory williams, simm! master, missy/gomez master

miss peregrines home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, millard nulling, enoch o’connor, olive elephanta, alma peregrine

good omens

crowley, aziraphale, ineffable husbands (poly), beelzebub <3, gabriel, ineffable bureaucracy (poly), nina, maggie, nina and maggie (poly), anathema

what we do in the shadows

nandor the relentless, nadja of antipaxos, laszlo cravensworth, colin robinson, guillermo de la cruz, the guide, baron afanas

yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatoricco, jackie taylor, travis martinez

star trek (tos/new movies)

jim kirk, spock, leonard mccoy, nyota uhura, hikaru sulu, pavel chekov, montgomery scott, janice rand, christine chapel, khan

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

UPCOMING FANDOMS : american horror story, torchwood, x-men, gossip girl, hannibal, sherlock, ghosts, house md, star trek tng, the x files, the big bang theory

[writing-for-marvel]

For the Stardust Reblog Challenge: Summer Edition hosted by @liraketo

These are all the fics I've read in August. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff |💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

😈🔥💧💗 Mob!Bucky x Fairy (series) by @kinanabinks

🔥 Live Now (series) by @world-of-aus

💧💗🔥 Barnsey x Clover (series) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

💧💗 Positive Vicissitude (series) by @targaryenvampireslayer

💧💗🔥 My Little Love (series) by @crazyunsexycool

💧💗 A Hopeful Tale by @justagirlinafandomworld

🔥💧💗 Ceramics Professor Bucky by @fandoms-writings

🔥💗 On Bended Knees by @slyyywriting

😈💧 Dark Desires by @jobean12-blog

💗 Sunshine in the Dark by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 CEO!Bucky by @fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Stay Quiet For Me by @inmyicyworld

💗 Morning Rain by @rain-lavender-rain

🔥 Spoiled and Stuffed by @sebstanwhore

🔥💗 On My Mind by @/targaryenvampireslayer

🔥 Skype Sex with Bucky by @boxofbonesfic

🔥 (Baby Cry For Me) When I Put My Lips On You by @cockslutpadalecki

😈🔥 Werewolf!Bucky by @buckylattes

Steve Rogers

💗 Hugging from behind by @worksby-d

💧💗 The Earpiece by @/crazyunsexycool

😈 Late Night Visitor by @sevenwivesofrafecameron

Joaquin Torres

💗 Neighbour!Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Photographer!Joaquin by @/fluffyprettykitty

Ari Levinson

💧🔥 Playing With Fire by @flordeamatista

💗 The Meeting by @astheskycries

🔥 Big Daddy by @slothspaghettiwrites

🔥 Sunkissed by @brandycranby

Andy Barber

💧💗 Terms and Conditions AU (series) by @navybrat817

🔥 Good For You by @sunshinexsin

Lloyd Hansen

💧💗 Lloyd Hansen fluff by @venusstorm

🔥 Chain Game by @mrsurahara

Ransom Drysdale

💧💗 Empty Spaces by @intrepidacious

💗 Sweet Surprise by @babyjakes

💗 In Perfect Colour by @/brandycranby

Mickey Henry

💗 Out of my League by @syntheticavenger

Joel Miller

💧💗 Joel Miller x Reader by @holacia3

💧💗 Nook of Love by @/jobean12-blog

[bucksfucks]

  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙’𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚

summary┃your roommate happens to be bucky, so it’s no surprise you end up fucking on the side. but when a mysterious stranger moves in right across the hall, you can’t help but be greedy for both. 

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader x mickey henry 

word count┃3,008 words 

warnings┃fwb’s situation w/ bucky, jealous!bucky, possessive!bucky, drinking, club scene, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, drunk makeouts, threesome, bucky and mickey both go down on you, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, blowjobs, lots of cum, slight degrdation + name calling (cockslut), it’s a competition between mickey and bucky — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃this is an ambitious crossover no one asked for but here it is

    “What’s with the dress, Sweets?” Bucky asks as he leans against the doorway of your bedroom as you’re finishing pinning your earrings into your ear. 

    “Mickey’s taking me out to this club opening,” you brush past him in a hurry, opening the small closet by the front door as you furrow your eyebrows as you’re looking for the black pumps you swore by. 

    “Mickey? The neighbour?” You can hear the jealously in Bucky’s voice as you attempt to balance on one leg while the other is occupied by you trying to slip the shoe on. 

    “Yeah, he’s uh,” you have to catch yourself against the wall as you balance on your less coordinated leg. 

    “He’s a DJ, remember. I think it’s his friends club and he’s playing a set,” you explain without hesitations as you’re running back into your room to grab your phone that’s been plugging into your charger. 

    “No yeah, I remember.” Bucky grumbles as he folds his arms over his chest to watch you dance around the apartment in a rush as you look for the various lip glosses, keys, and wallet that you have to bring with you. 

    “Jus’ didn’t think you were close with guy,” you stop in front of him, giving him a bright smile, “he’s really nice, I think you’d get along with him.” 

     Bucky just rolls his eyes when he hears this, “I’ll see you later, yeah?” You say, squeezing his bicep as he nods his head and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

    “Stay out of trouble, okay? I don’t wanna have to bail you out at three in the morning.” He says making you laugh, “I’ll try my best.” You say before you’re hurled out of the door and into the hallway as you hope to catch a cab. 

~

     The agreement between you and Bucky had been a strange one. 

     You weren’t dating, but you’d regularly slip into his bed or vice versa. It was a mutually exclusive just friends who just happen to have sex arrangement.

    Which is why when Bucky came home late in the morning only to re-emerge from the shower with a hickey on his neck—you would bite your tongue.

    You didn’t have any right to be jealous, you had agreed to just have fun. There were no strings attached after all.

    So when Mickey Henry, your new neighbour from Greece moved in just across the door, you didn’t mean to take such a liking into him.

    But it was hard not to, his charm was undeniable and the rings and necklaces he wore practically lured you into him.

    You offered your help, grabbing some of the lighter boxes, but he didn’t come with much in the first place.

    “I’m startin’ over, y’know,” he shrugged his shoulders as he kicked his door in and held if for you.

    “New city, new place,” you remember how he bit his lip as his eyes travelled up and down your body, “new people.”

    He was an intoxicating personality, a goofy, but mysterious man who had a plethora of stories that sounded straight from a movie.

    But you’d always come back home to Bucky.

    Bucky.

    The way that his hands would roam your body late at night when you were both stressed and needing the only release you knew.

    He would whisper filthy little words as he rocked his hips against yours until your walls fluttered around him and your screams were muffled by his shoulder before falling asleep in his arms. 

~

    The sound of a honking horn grips you from your daydream as you hurry across the road with your middle finger up before you’re in Mickey’s arms suddenly.

    “Oh you’re fiesty,” he laughs and suspect that he’s already had something to drink by the way his eyes are glossy.

    “New York is vicious, you’ll learn quickly.” You chide back as he wraps his arm around you and your eyes are glued to the silver chunky rings.

    “Well, you made it just in time. I’m about to start my set. I should warn you that I am the best though, jus’ so you won’t be too blown away.”

    You laugh, throwing your head back as he leads you inside of the club. It’s dark, but not a typical scene—instead there’s hues of purples and oranges illuminating faces.

     Bodies are packed onto the dance floor, drinks in hand and practically dr humping against strangers as Mickey’s hand intertwines with yours to drag you to the back where you could see his set up. 

    “I gotta set up, wanna get a drink?” He has to scream in your ear, breath hot against your skin as you nod your head. You feel him slipping cash into the palm of your hand as you smile back at him. 

     By the time you get to the bar, waiting for your drink, Mickey’s already got his headphones over his ears as the record scratches and the turntables start spinning with his set. 

     His music is different from the typical eardrum bursting club scene and you appreciate that as you stuff the change from your drink into your bra and make your way back with your vodka cranberry in hand. 

     One drink in and you can feel yourself loosening, strangers hands on your body as you dance with a group of girls that you’ve befriended. 

     Two drinks in and you’re singing along to songs you don’t know as Mickey’s eyes are on you as he laughs as the way you’re swaying to the music. 

     Nearly three drinks in and Mickey’s set is over, loose shirt buttons undone as you can see faint chest hair peeking out as he makes his way down and back to you. 

     “You havin’ fun?” Despite him being at your ear, he’s yelling as you laugh and nod your head. 

    “I gotta go to the bathroom, wanna show me?” You yell back, fingers in his as he nods and pulls you along to the side of the club where the music is nothing but a faint echo. 

     You’re not drunk, but you’re on your way; light, free, and happy as Mickey stops against the walls and pulls you flush against his body. 

     You welcome him, letting his arms fall around your waist as his nose bumps yours, “you look really good.” He purrs as you brush him off. 

     He doesn’t let you, tilting your chin upwards, “‘m serious, couldn’t keep my eyes off of ya’ when you were dancin’ to my songs.” 

     His voice is lower, deeper, and you can feel the indents of his rings against your back before he’s resting his hand over your ass. 

    “I still haven’t given you your change,” you smirk wildly, taking half a step away from you as you wait for his eyes to hover over the bills sticking out of your cleavage. 

    “It’s only fair,” you encourage him as he licks his lips and chuckles, “so you are a little tease.” 

     You feign innocence, enjoying the way his hands are gentle as he removes the bills slowly from where they’re tucked in your bra. 

     He slips them back into his pocket and almost immediately his lips are over yours in a messy and very needy kiss. 

     Mickey tastes like whiskey and lime, his tongue in your mouth as he holds your face like you’re going to disappear right in front of him. 

     Meanwhile your fingers are tangled in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as you hum against his mouth, “maybe we should share a cab home.” 

     He stops at your words, pulling away with dark and hungry eyes and a heaving chest, “you don’t have to tell me twice.” 

     The cab ride back is full of giggles and touches that would have gotten you into some serious trouble if you were caught, and you weren’t exactly being subtle. 

     A few flights of stairs later and you were standing in the hallway between both of your apartments, an awkward decision to make at nearly two in the morning. 

    “‘M not gonna lie, baby,” Mickey hums against your neck as he kisses the gentle skin, “I’ve wanted to fuck you in your bed.” 

     His words sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps pricking your skin as you nod your head as you’re throwing yourself through your front door trying to keep it down because surely Bucky would be asleep already. 

    “Take it you had a fun night.” His voice startled you, a squeak leaving your lips as you see Bucky leaning against the kitchen counter watching Mickey’s hands on your waist. 

    “Thanks for bringin’ her home,” he nods his head towards Mickey with a scowl on your face and his jealously shining through. 

    “I was plannin’ on doin’ a little more than jus’ bringin’ her home,” Mickey’s words hit Bucky with force as he tenses his jaw and pushes off the counter to take a step towards you; eye locked on you. 

    “Well you won’t make her scream louder than I do, neighbour.” He spits, running his cool metal thumb over your bottom lip as your heart is racing in your chest. 

     You know you should break up this petty pissing contest, the two men’s ego’s being both hurt and inflated at the same time but you don’t want to; the ache between your thighs burning deliciously. 

    “Why don’t you both make me scream tonight?” 

     Your words hang heavy in the air as you look between both Bucky and Mickey, their resemblances uncanny, as you can see the gears turning in their hands. 

    “You up for the challenge?” You then add, crossing your arms over your chest and looking between the two men. 

     Bucky has Mickey beat on muscle, by a long shot, but there’s something about Mickey’s charm and his rings and necklaces that would dangle in front of your face as he fucks you. 

    “I’ll be in the bedroom, I can do this alone or I can do it with your help,” you say, kicking your heels off and realizing just how much taller they both are until you’re walking towards your bedroom. 

     It’s not even two seconds later before your hear muffled chittering following by two sets of footsteps as Bucky walks in first and Mickey follows making sure to shut the door. 

     Nothing needs to be said as Bucky kisses you, cupping your face with his cold fingers as you feel another set of hands around your waist and lips on your shoulder. 

     It’s a sensory overload; two sets of hands, two sets of lips, two sets of tongues, and two sets of...

    “This what you wanted? Was my cock jus’ not enough?” Bucky purrs, Mickey’s fingers slowly undoing the zipper of your dress. 

    “Maybe she jus’ wanted somethin’ new...somethin’ better,” as the dress falls around your feet and you can hear the groan that falls from Mickey’s mouth. 

     Bucky scoffs, holding your face in his hands, “nothin’ but a greedy cockslut,” he smirks as you feel your stomach jump at the dominant role that Bucky’s taken on. 

    “I’ve got her entire body memorized, try to keep up, neighbour,” Bucky scowls again, picking you up and tossing you onto your bed before he shrugs his shirt off. 

     It’s a quick and messy sight in front of you, clothes coming off from both men as they seem to be racing as to who will be the first person to really touch you.

    “Thanks for the advice,” Mickey scoffs, “but I think I’ll be jus’ fine,” he smirks before tugging you down to the end of the bed by your ankle and sinking to his knees. 

    “Who says you don’t have to share?” Bucky’s words are now what leave you and Mickey in a state of shock as he gets on his knees beside Mickey. 

     It’s then that they look at you, already a mess as you’re squirming under their faint touches before Bucky’s ripping your panties off with his metal arm, “gotta get one of those.” Mickey seems to mumble as Bucky smirks. 

    “Close your eyes, Sweets. Jus’ relax for us and let us take care of ya’.” You can feel their warm breaths against your core, Mickey’s rings pressing into the flesh of your thighs are he holds your right leg open. 

     Bucky’s cool fingers are digging into the flesh of your left thigh, “got her nice and wet,” Mickey smirks, running a finger through your folds as you gasp. 

    “And I’ll get her to cum,” Bucky adds, cocky attitude in the spotlight as he finds your clit quickly. Adding the right amount of pressure has you reeling as he slowly draws figure eights over it. 

     Mickey’s fingers are wildly different from Bucky’s; they’re more nimble and much warmer as he teases your entrance. 

    “Gotta get you nice and ready for us, baby.” He teases, one finger slipping inside of you as Bucky continues his work over your clit, free hand going to free your breasts. 

    “Can’t forget her perfect tits, she loves gettin’ her nipples played with,” Bucky smirks, pinching the left one between his index finger and thumb. 

     When Mickey adds a second finger, cold rings sending a shudder down your spine as he pinches your nipple as well—you know there’s no holding you back. 

    “So fuckin’ tight,” Mickey groans, adding a second finger before curling them inside of you, hitting that one spot that makes your back arch and your toes curl. 

    “Looks like you’ve found the spot,” Bucky smirks, turning his head to the other man, “y’know she’s a squirter?” 

     You and Mickey let out a soft moan at Bucky’s words because yeah he did know your body better than you did. And the fact that he was letting Mickey explore, he still seemed to be in charge. 

    “Is that right, baby? You gonna soak us?” Mickey hums, starting to pump his fingers more rhythmically until you can feel that pressure building up until his hand is stopped. 

    “Make her work for it, can’t give it to her so easy,” Bucky purrs, looking up at you as your chest is heaving and a whine leaves your mouth. 

    “Fuck, God—please.” You’re not beyond begging, right on the edge as Mickey starts curling his fingers again and you can hear how wet you are as Bucky pinches your clit gently. 

     He edges you, with Bucky’s help, until you’re almost in tears trying to get them to let you cum. 

    “I think you’ve been such a good girl, Sweets,” Bucky hums, turning his head to Mickey, “do you think she deserves to cum?” 

     The other man licks his lips, “I think you sure do, baby. Get to cum all over us and soak us.” He nearly growls before his fingers are deep inside of you as Bucky’s metal hand adds pressure to your lower belly. 

     The pleasure grips you, harder than ever before as you feel your orgasm gush out of you until you have no more oxygen left in your lungs and you feel dizzy. 

    “Holy fuck,” Mickey groans, fingers soaked along with his arm, “baby that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

    “C’mere, Sweets,” Bucky coaxes, pulling you up into a sitting position as they both take a seat on your ruined bedsheets. 

    “That was fun,” you smirk, sitting on both their laps as you can see the smile on Mickey’s face, “who said we were done.” 

     It makes your heart flip, excitement pooling between your thighs again as Bucky’s eyes are dark and sparkling with mischief. 

    “Hands and knees, don’t make us ask twice,” he pinches your ass, urging you into the position right at the edge of the bed as you’re met with Mickey’s clothed cock. 

    “Been thinkin’ of your mouth, baby. How well you’d use it,” he smirks as he hooks his fingers under his boxers and pulls them down his legs. 

     You lick your lips, feeling Bucky come up behind you and spreading your legs further apart, “bein’ so good for us, Sweets.” 

    A shiver rolls over your body when you feel Bucky’s cock pressing against your entrance, teasing you as Mickey stand there with his hand wrapped around his shaft.

    You want nothing more than to wrap your lips around him, eyes glossy as you look up at him, “open wide.”

    A smirk spread over his lips as you open your mouth, welcoming him before you’re moaning around him from Bucky’s cock entering you in one long stroke.

    “Fuck, look at you—stuffed from both ends just how you like, huh?” Bucky taunts, slapping your ass as you hollow your cheeks around Mickey’s cock.

    He’s not as thick as Bucky, but he’s longer and it makes you gag as Bucky’s thrusts push you forward into Mickey.

    “And doin’ so fuckin’ well too, you’re just cockdrunk on us aren’t ya’?” Mickey’s cocky nature shines through as you let him use your mouth.

    The room is hot, sticky, and smells like sex as Bucky hits that one spot inside of you that makes you lose control.

    “She’s gonna cum all over my cock.” Bucky grunts, tightening the grip he has on your hips as he slams harder into you.

    You can see Mickey smirking, enjoying the way you’re a total mess under both of them.

    “I did make her squirt,” he chides back at Bucky, all while gripping the back of your neck as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

    “And I’ll be the one filling her up,” Bucky quickly snaps back before you feel yourself getting lost in the pleasure as your eyes fall closed.

    Bucky does just that, filling you up and painting your walls as Mickey finishes in your mouth until the three of you are falling back into bed totally exhausted.

    “That’s not how I was plannin’ to spend my night,” Bucky grunts as he throws an arm over your waist.

    “Neither did I.” Mickey chuckles breathlessly as they both look at you.

    “That’s funny, because this is exactly how I planned to spend me night.” You say with a wicked smirk.

[honeybunchesofbucky]

Patience Babygirl

Kinktober day 4

Mickey Henry x F!Reader

Kink: Cockwarming and Begging

Warnings: cockwarming, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie,

Summary: Mickey has spent most of the day working in his office, and you’ve been without him long enough.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI! BY CLICKING READ MORE YOU ARE CONFIRMING YOUR AGE! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION!

The day was winding to an end, the beautiful Grecian sunset lighting the sky ablaze in a fiery sea of orange and yellow. It was one of your favorite parts of living there, besides the man you met one night at a bar, Mickey. You had been together for almost a year now, and the two of you shared an apartment overlooking the city with a view that always captured the best view of the sunset. Mickey made sure of that.

It was a Saturday, your favorite. It meant both of you had the day off and you usually went shopping in the morning and spent the day in bed. However, Mickey had a big project making a track for a commercial, and he’d been working non-stop all day long. You were patient, quiet, cleaning around the apartment and painting your nails. But the day was almost done, and you missed him.

You walked to his small office and peeked your head into the doorway, biting your lip. You didn’t want to disturb him. He had an adorable concentrated face, the tip of his tongue between his lips as he tapped his foot. But he felt you staring, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, gorgeous?” He asked without turning to you.

You smiled and leaned against the frame, fiddling your freshly manicured hands together. “You’ve been at it all day, handsome. You almost done?”

He let out a soft sigh and rubbed his strained eyes, sliding his headphones off. He looked at the clock and guilt filled his chest as he turned to look at you. “Oh baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Fuckin’ project has been working me so hard.” His eyes raked over your body, his bottom lip catching between his teeth. You had slipped on a lacy satin nightgown after showering, the one that came mid-thigh and hugged your breasts perfectly. “C’mere, you.” He held his arms out with grabby hands.

Your bare feet padded across the artesian rug in the room and you cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly as you straddled him on his office chair. He grabbed your thighs and helped you onto his lap, the soft material of his tan khaki pants brushing against your bare legs. He pulled back and brushed the hair from your face, his sapphire irises flicking between yours. “You look beautiful.” He slid his hand down your side and kissed your jaw. “I love when you wear this.”

“I know you do, babe.” You chuckled, brushing your fingers through his fluffy hair, grinding against him. “Come to bed, I need you.” Your tone shifted lower, want burning in your core.

He sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed your hips, shutting his eyes. “I gotta finish this, baby.” He slid his warm hands up your thighs, under your nightgown. “Are you not wearing panties?”

You leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I had to do something while you were away… the bed was so cold and empty.” You nipped at his earlobe. “Laid on the bed, your side. Took matters into my own hands.”

He felt his pants tighten and his mouth dry. He slid his hand up your inner thigh, his fingertips brushing through your folds. He groaned when he felt how wet you were. “Fuck. You’re killing me here, sweets.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair with his other hand and tilted your head back, his lips ghosting over your throat. “You wanna keep me company while I finish this? As soon as I’m done I’ll fuck you into next week.” He coated his middle finger in your arousal and spread it over your clit, rubbing slow circles on it.

“Fuck, Mickey.” You sighed, pushing your hips towards his hand. “Anything, please. Just need you close.”

“I got you, babygirl.” He unbuckled his belt, his lips attaching to the nape of your neck. “So fuckin’ needy, honey. You miss me that much?”

“So much, Mickey.” You glanced down at his hardened cock in his hand as he stroked himself. You felt yourself whine at the sight.

“Oh honey, didn’t know I had you so addicted to my cock.” He slid his tip through your folds, purposefully bumping your throbbing clit. “Tell me more about what you did on my side of the bed. Did you fuck that pretty pussy with your fingers? Or did you use that little vibe you keep in your panty drawer?” He slid just the tip inside, teasing you.

“I used the vibrator…” You rested your forehead on his, practically crying with want. “Please, Mickey.”

“Love hearing you beg, honey. Come on, keep going and I’ll let you warm my cock for a while.” He was such an asshole when it came to teasing. He could be so cocky.

“Please, Mickey. Please, I need you. Nothing feels as good as you do.” You were dripping onto his cock, your breaths short and jagged.

“So worked up. Did that little vibrator not do enough, baby girl? Did you cum?” He slipped the straps of the nightgown off your shoulders and let it pool around your waist, latching his mouth around your nipple.

“No. Please, Mick, give me more!” You gasped when his teeth grazed over the skin around your nipple.

“Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” He grabbed your hip and slowly lowered you onto his cock, stretching your fluttering walls. “Oh fuck, baby. Pussy’s so wet and open for me, taking me all right away? You really did need me, huh?” He slid his hand up your back, his cool rings sending a chill through your spine. He smirked when you let out a breathy moan. “Atta’ girl.” He kissed you softly.

You knew he wasn’t done making you beg, and the ache came back when his finger found your clit again, rubbing agonizingly slow circles on it. “Let me finish this, okay?” He pulled back to see the wanton look in your eyes and smirked, turning back to his laptop as his hand moved to rest on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin.

“You fucking tease.” You let out a breath, resting your forehead on his shoulder as he worked on his project.

“Oh I know, honey. Just love seeing you all worked up, needy for my cock.” He gripped your hip when you tried to grind down, holding you still. “Don’t. Not until I’m done.”

It felt like hours, when in reality it was only about ten minutes before you couldn’t take it anymore. You clenched around him and started to kiss his neck. “Can’t wait anymore, Mickey. Please.”

He groaned when you squeezed him, his cock twitching inside you, his grip tightening on your hip. “Baby girl,” He warned. “Patience. I’m almost done.”

You sighed dramatically, biting his neck gently which made him shut his eyes for a minute, he loved when you did that. He cleared his throat and started to finish his project, he was so close to giving in and fucking you into the carpet.

Just as he was about to send the completed file to his boss, you ran your hand through his hair again, lightly scraping the base of his neck with your nails. That was it, that was the breaking point. “Fuck it.” He slammed his laptop shut and crashed his lips onto yours.

You smirked against his mouth in satisfaction, rocking your hips to finally get some friction. He moaned into your mouth, his hands going down to grab your hips and help you ride him, his cock deep inside you. You were desperate, fucking yourself down onto him as fast as you could, your nails digging into his shoulders.

He nearly growled, pulling back and in one swift motion and picking you up and kicking his pants off, all while staying inside you. He laid you down on the rug next to his desk, laying between your legs and thrusting into you at a fast pace, the force making your tits bounce. The sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your pussy filled the room, his heavy breaths fanning across your neck. “Fuck, taking me so well baby girl.”

You grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss as your heels dug into his tailbone. It was desperate, hungry, and passionate. His hand roamed over your body, kneading your breasts and traveling down to your clit.

“Fuck, Mickey!” You moaned loudly as his fingers toyed with your clit, feeling the coil tighten in your abdomen.

He trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, panting and grunting as he gave you everything he had, pounding into you at a furious pace. “Gushing all over my fucking cock, honey.” He glanced down to where you two were connected and let out a guttural moan. “Stupid project, kept me away from this pussy all day.”

“Felt so empty without you,” You rasped. He grabbed your thigh and held it against his waist, the rug sliding from the force of his thrusts. You were for sure getting carpet burn on your back.

“You gonna cum for me, gorgeous? Should I give you what you needed all day?” His teeth grazed over your throat, his tip brushing against your cervix as he snapped his hips. You could feel his thigh muscles flexing, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“Please, Mickey! Let me cum!” You groaned, arching your back when his cock hit a sensitive spot inside you, pushing you over the edge.

“Alright, honey. Give it to me, cum all over my fucking cock. Let me feel you.” His hot breath fanned across the shell of your ear between pants.

Your screams filled the room as you writhed under him, grabbing the material of his damp shirt, cumming around him. Your toes curled into the material of the rug, your thighs shaking from the intense orgasm.

He grunted, “Atta’ girl, fuck. So pretty when you fall apart.” He kissed your jaw, his hips stuttering as he chased his release. He let out loud moans between your name, his hand grabbing your hip as he came inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. “Fuck, fuck!” He let out a breath, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“I’m interrupting your work more often.” You chuckled breathlessly, running your fingers through his hair.

A laugh rumbled through his chest as he lifted his head, gazing into your eyes, admiring your dazed, fucked out expression. “I like that idea.” He kissed you softly, brushing his hand over the outside of your shaking thigh. “I love you.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Morning Fun » Mickey Henry

Pairings: Boyfriend!Mickey Henry x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Mickey decides that he wants to have some morning fun before Y/N goes to work.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You woke up to the feeling of Mickey kissing along your bare shoulders. You hummed at the feeling and turned over onto your back so you were facing him.

“You were incredible last night.” Mickey moves his lips to your collarbones. “The way you rode me drove me insane.” He says against your skin.

One of Mickey’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding your clit causing you to gasp and buck your hips when you felt his fingers.

“I especially loved it when you called me daddy.” He says, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts.

His fingers began to rub circles on your clit causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. His middle finger slid in between your wet folds, finding its way to your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, baby. It’s like you want to have fun this morning.” Mickey says, sliding a finger inside of you.

Mickey isn’t wrong. You want nothing more than for him to fuck you right now.

“I want it! Please!” You moaned.

Mickey chuckled at your neediness and disappeared underneath the sheet. He placed kisses on your hip bones and on your inner thighs. He continued to move his finger in and out of you while he latched his lips on your clit.

“Still taste as sweet as you did last night.” Mickey moans against your clit, sending vibrations against your clit.

Your hands flew down to his head, grabbing onto his hair and tugged at it. His ring finger slid inside of you next to his middle finger, catching you off guard. He moved them faster. The tip of his tongue licked in between your folds causing you to arch your back off the bed.

“Mickey!” You moaned.

You yelped when you felt a smack on the side of your thigh.

“Say the right name.” He says.

“Daddy!” You whimpered.

“That’s more like it, baby.” He says.

Mickey’s tongue moved against your clit just the way you love it. You threw your head back against the pillows and arched your back off the bed.

“Oh my god! Yes daddy! Don’t stop!” You moaned loudly.

The movements of Mickey’s fingers and tongue got faster. You felt your orgasm building up to the point where you were right on the edge.

“I-I’m gonna— oh fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.

“Give it to me, baby.” Mickey says.

With a loud moan leaving your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came hard. You laid there panting when Mickey came back above the sheet, his face wet with your juices. He leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You taste amazing as always, baby.” He rasps against your lips.

Your hand blindly found his cock and wrapped your hand around it, moving your hand up and down causing Mickey to groan against your lips. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him innocently. Mickey wrapped his hand around yours on his cock, helping you line himself up at your entrance. His tip slid past your tight entrance causing you to let out an audible gasp.

“Fuck!” Mickey moans. “Fucked you last night and you’re still tight like a fucking virgin.” He says.

He stretched your pussy as he slid more of his cock inside of you. Once his cock was fully inside of you, Mickey hovered over you, caging you in with his strong arms. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you in one motion causing you to let out a scream of pleasure. You threw your head back, giving Mickey access to your neck. He leaned his head down, kissing along the column of your neck. His hands held on to your hips to keep a steady rhythm of his thrusts. Mickey watched as one of your hands slid down your body, stopping on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circles causing your cunt to clench around his cock making him moan.

“That feel good, pretty girl?” Mickey asks, referring to the way you’re rubbing your clit.

“Mhmm yes! So good, daddy!” You moaned, increasing your rubbing pace.

Mickey leaned his head down towards your chest, kissing along your breasts. His teeth grazing your skin, biting down hard enough to create a hickey. He moved his lips closer and closer to one of your nipples, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the small bud. You gasped when you felt his teeth lightly nipping on your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. You arched your back, giving him more of your breasts. He moved his lips to the other one and repeated his actions as he did to the opposite side.

“Oh god! Fuck yes, daddy!” You moaned, your eyes fluttered shut.

“Nah uh.” He lightly taps the side of your head. “Keep those pretty eyes open and on me.” He tells you.

You opened your eyes and struggled to keep them open from all of the pleasure Mickey was giving you. The tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan loudly.

“Fuck yes! Right there, daddy!” You moaned.

Your moans encouraged Mickey to thrust faster. His tip continued to hit that same spot causing your second orgasm to build up.

“Daddy, I’m—” A loud moan left your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” Mickey says in your ear in almost a whisper.

The faster you rubbed your clit moved you towards the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down on you. A loud moan of his name leaves your lips as you soaked his cock. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm began to build up. You ran your hands across his abs as he flexed them. Mickey lowered his head against your shoulder.

“You feel fucking amazing.” He moans.

He came inside of you after a few more thrusts, your name leaving his lips. His thrusts came to a slow stop as he collapsed on top of you, trying his best to keep his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush you. You two looked into each other’s eyes while panting. Mickey placed his lips on yours, giving you a much needed morning kiss.

“That was fucking amazing.” Mickey says against your lips.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in response.

After a moment, Mickey pulled his cock out of your cunt making you whine at the empty feeling. He laid down next to you and you two stared up at the ceiling in silence.

“Round 2 in the shower?” Mickey suggests, turning his head to the side to look at you.

“You read my mind, daddy.” You say.

A squeal left your lips when Mickey picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. It’s safe to say that you and Mickey didn’t waste the morning away.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[cjsinkythoughts]

Flaws

Written for @honeysucklesteve​’s 4k writing challenge! If you haven’t, go check her out because she’s amazing!

Pairing: Mickey Henry x fem!Reader

Summary: You hate his music taste. He hates yours. You have a bad habit of stealing his gigs. He has a bad habit of fucking you until you can’t walk straight. Everyone has flaws. What are you to do about it?

Word Count: 3822

Warnings: Cursing, hate sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight edging, there’s a mirror involved, drugs, alcohol, clubbing, smoking, one mention of lung cancer, mentions of Monday’s plot, so slight spoilers; (I hope I’m not forgetting anything. These kinds of warnings are new to me. If I am, feel free to tell me.)

18+ PLEASE!!! MINORS DNI!!!

A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a while, but here you go! I’m so nervous about posting this. Honestly. I feel like I kinda rushed it a little? I dunno if it’s good. Uhm, I will say that Mickey is not soft in this. You know how he’s all cute and flirty in the movie? Yeah. Not here. I have plans to write for him later on where he’s more on character and adorable and all that, but it’s enemies to lovers and he hates reader and reader hates him. So. Yeah. Have fun with that.

This is a few firsts for me; first published smut, first Mickey Henry fic, and first enemies-to-lovers ever! I’m attached to friends-to-lovers (my parents’ fault), so going in the opposite direction is exciting and I hope it works out! (We’ll see what it can become after it’s been written.) 

Also! Yes, I’m adding the link to the inspiration of the remix here. You’ll see what I’m talking about. I imagine more bass, but that’s basically it.

As always, all mistakes are mine and please excuse them as it’s not beta’d! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

Part Two - Addictions

My Masterlist

*****

Between the tumultuous, voice losing cheers and the pounding, headache inducing bass, it’s a miracle the occupants of the building can hear anything at all. The large room is doused in bright pinks, purples and blues, glitter getting into every pore and crack, the smell of cigarette smoke and booze lingering in the air. 

Bodies pressed together uncomfortably tight, breath and sweat mixing in a way that can’t be enjoyable, but no one notices because they’re all too high and drunk. There’s a couple swallowing each other in every dark corner of the room. A group of guys looking to get some are laughing rather obnoxiously at the bar, having consumed far too much alcohol to be safe. 

Bouncers are escorting people out left and right; a streaker who decided to get on a table and dance, a couple who took it a bit too far over the bar counter, a group of girls who were no doubt too young to be in such an environment. Boisterous, chaotic, borderline dangerous.

There’s no place he’d rather be on a Friday night.

Up on the center stage, playing around with his tracks, messing with the turntables, pulse connecting to the music, head bobbing with the beat. He’s in control. 

Every party. Every Friday, Saturday, Sunday night. Every weekend.

He’s in control.

It’s what he liked so much about doing what he does. Once he’s booked, he’s booked. It’s his night. He controls the sounds people hear. He controls what they dance to. How they dance. The pace of the night. The feeling of the night. And no one can take it away from him.

No one, that is, except you.

He hears you before he sees you, which is nearly impossible considering how loud the music is, but you somehow manage to take control of the room the moment you walk in it. You always get what you want with a bat of your eyelashes. And if you aren’t given it, you take what you want without regard for other people.

It really really pisses him off.

You’re laughing with a group of your friends, guys and girls’ heads swiveling to stare at you, captivating every heart in the room as per usual. You always show up with the same group, but he doesn’t even know any of their names even though you run in the same circles. It’s not like you end up hanging out with them for long, and you never leave with them. No, no. You always leave with him.

And that pissed him off too. 

He can’t help it. He has absolutely no control over himself when it comes to you. And he hates you for it. He hates that he lets you take over with only a few snarky comments in his defense. He hates that you always get into his head. And he hates that you’re the best fuck he’d ever had and he can never get enough of you.

But most of all…he hates your music.

“Hey, hey! There he is!” You send him that infuriating smile of yours, a drink in your hand. It’s a flaw of yours. One of many, but probably the biggest. Alcohol. Like him and his cigarettes. He watches you with narrowed eyes as you effortlessly move through the crowd, your girls and guys seeming to vanish into the mob with every step you take.

You end up in front of the stage, leaning on it and giving him a smirk as you sip on your beverage choice of the night. It’s always something different. The only common factor is the alcohol you crave, letting it wash over your tongue, burn down your throat and slip into your veins.

“Heya, Mouse!”

“Don’t call me that!” He shouts with a growl over the music, pulling his headphones down around his neck. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I got called this morning! Said there was a gig tonight!”

He shakes his head, gesturing to the set up. “You’re a bit too late there, sunshine! Gig’s booked!”

You shake your head back at him. “I’m taking over from here, Mouse!”

“Says who?!”

“Argyris!”

His jaw clenches, his forehead creasing, a skeptical scoff leaving his lips. “Fuck you! No he didn’t! He said this one’s mine!”

You just give a shrug, no cares in the world, downing the rest of your drink. “You can fuck me later! For now, if you wanna whine about it, Daddy’s over there!”

Another growl leaves his chest as he scowls at you, eyes darting to where you’re pointing. Argyris is by the bar, of course, swaying on the seat. Barking out a laugh, he looks at you with a shake of his head. “He’s so drunk he probably shit himself again! You can’t take his word for it!”

“I can when he called me this morning, sober as he can get!” You shoot back, hopping up to stand besides him. “Besides! Someone’s gotta make sure these people have an actual good time!”

“Don’t touch anything until I get back!” He snaps, pointing warningly at you as he starts to walk towards Argyris.

You smile innocently, even though he knows you’re anything but. “Yes, sir!”

He marches over to his asshole friend and grabs him by the shirt, turning him around. “Mickey! Havin’ a good time?!”

Mickey glares, feeling his blood boil and his ears heat up, not from the proximity of strangers around him. “What the fuck?! You told sunshine over there that she could have my gig?!”

“I thought you’d wanna break! Dance and relax for a little bit! It’s only a two hour slot I gave her!”

“You should’ve fucking asked, Argyris! I don’t want her anywhere near my-” His sentence is cut off by a change in the music and he whips over to the stage where you’re grinning and jumping with the crowd. You catch his eye and throw him a wink, holding one of the headphone cups over your ear. “ Oh for the love of - she’s messing with my stuff!”

“I thought you liked her!”

Spluttering, Mickey gapes at the other man in disbelief. “Like her? I can’t stand her! She’s so fucking annoying!”

“What’s so annoying about her?!”

Mickey snatches the drink Argyris was about to gulp down and slams it on the counter. “She’s a spoiled fucking brat! Everyone lets her do whatever she wants! She steals half my fucking gigs! And her music is shit! Listen to this!”

Argyris looks around the room and shrugs. “Everyone else seems to like it! Sure it’s different than your disco-”

“It’s not disco!”

“But it’s a crowd pleaser! Just relax! Have a drink and go dance!”

“Argyris!” Wanting to scream in frustration, he watches the man stumble off to get another drink down the bar. “Dammit! This is fucking shit.” Grumbling to himself, Mickey storms back over to the stage, easily pulling himself up.

You bite your lip and raise an eyebrow at him. “So?! How’d your date with Argyris go?!”

“I hate you so fucking much! Use your own fucking headphones!” He snatches the pair from your neck, pulling the cord out. “Why do you always have to steal my gigs?!”

You shrug, leaning forwards to brush your lips against his ear. “Yours are so much fun.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyebrows furrowing. This always happens. Every time. The moment he feels in control, you do something and he feels every ounce of himself slipping away. It’s the reason he fucks you. To take back that control he so easily gives to you. To make sure you understand that on the weekends, he’s in charge.

But not tonight. No, no. Not tonight. He refuses to get caught up in that game tonight. You wouldn’t end up in an alley or some bathroom with him. He wouldn’t end up on your couch or in his kitchen with you. He refuses to let it happen. Again.

Instead, he lets out a chuckle and nods. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever sunshine.” He takes a step back, giving you a smirk as your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You have fun playing your shitty music!”

“Have fun moping!” You call back, turning to the table and ignoring him completely as he groans and jumps off the stage.

Good God. You’re infuriating.

But so is he.

You hate Mickey Henry. You just do. You hate that he has zero responsibilities and gets away with it. You hate that he can charm his way out of any situation. You hate how immature he is and how no one ever forces him to grow up. And you hate how easily you let him take charge when he’s with you. After a life full of people making choices for you, you crave control, but with him? The moment he tells you to get on your knees, you fall, no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

But most of all…you hate his music.

You take his gigs to save people from listening to it, but also so he knows he can’t talk every situation into his favor. That Argyris can’t always take care of his job for him. He never checks up on gigs once Argyris tells him he has them. So it’s really his fault for not taking some responsibility.

Watching from the stage as your music flows through you, vibrating your bones and sinking into your skin, you’re not surprised to see him get out a cigarette as he heads to a mutual acquaintance of yours. He has many flaws, but that’s a major one. Like you and your alcohol. Him and his cigarettes. You wouldn’t be surprised if you learn a couple months from now that he has lung cancer.

Mickey is talking low to the guy and you already know what’s going on. That was a flaw you both shared. Drugs. He is much more intense than you though. While you’d be fine with some pot, he almost always hits hard with cocaine. Not that you’re innocent from that type yourself - you’d done it multiple times with the man himself if you ended up at each other’s place. Never in the bedroom. You never made it that far, and you don’t really care to. But after those times bent over the table, being pounded into the couch, hanging against the wall, you’d get high with him before one of you takes off.

You’re not exactly sure what happened earlier. You were a bit shocked when he stepped away. Not that you usually left so early, but he didn’t even stay to bicker some more.

Not that you care. You’re just…curious. Maybe he’s finally growing tired of the game you’ve been playing. You’ve been playing it for a few years now. With that weird little pause last year.

You actually thought he had changed.

Having run into him at a party, you prepared yourself for the arguing that no doubt would end in sex. But it didn’t. It didn’t even start. He was with someone. Like, steady with someone. As in dating someone. Living with her. To the point where his baby mama actually agreed to let him keep his boy in their apartment as long as they were together.

It was a weird six months. You two actually had real conversations. You knew how soft and goofy he could get; you had loads of mutual friends and often went to the same parties so you’d seen that side of him. It was just…odd because it never came out with you. But it did then. And you…liked it. You didn’t see him as often, especially once his kid was cleared to live with them. He stopped going out on weekends, started just attending the small shindigs your friends hosted, worked from home instead of DJing.

But then his girl - what was her name? Claire? Caitie? You can’t remember - left for a job in the States just a few months ago and he was back to square one. His baby mama took back the custody privileges, he went back to partying every weekend, and you fell right back into your petty bickering and rough fucking.

You feel bad. Really, you do. You heard that he’d actually loved that chick. And you know he wanted to see his kid more. You knew about the room at his place. But that almost made you hate him more. That he went right back to his old self. He didn’t even try. He got a taste of being a responsible adult, and then let it go.

Because no matter how hard people try, flaws are flaws. And no one can change that much.

As the night goes on, more booze enters your system, while more cocaine enters his. There’s the occasional glare or immature finger raising between you two. Mickey even sticks his tongue out at you while dancing with some broad, a smirk lifting up the corners of his mouth as yours twist down and your eyes roll.

Your features quickly morph into smug amusement as an idea pops into your head and his eyes narrow. What are you up to? He quickly finds out as you stop the music and bring a microphone to your lips.

“Hey, hey, party people! Everyone’s night going fantastic?!” Cheers are your response. Mickey scowls, not liking where this is going, and starts heading your way. You wink at him. “I’m gonna change it up for just this one song! It’s a dedication song to a good friend of mine! It’s a bit different than the usual stuff, but it’s a bop, I promise! Here’s to the Mouse!”

He immediately freezes as the song starts. “Meeska! Mooska! Mickey Mouse!” He feels his face heat up, his fists balling up at his sides, glaring at you and your shit eating grin as you roll your body to the beat, his feet taking him to the stage.

Effortlessly lifting himself onto it once more, he grabs both your wrists in one of his larger ones to stop the music without you interfering, his rings digging into your skin. “Aww! But, Mouse! We didn’t even get to the roll call!”

“Shut. Up.” He grits out through clenched teeth, putting something else on absentmindedly. He didn’t want Argyris on his ass later for leaving the crowd without music. “God. Stop being a fucking pain in my fucking ass for one fucking minute.”

You roll your eyes, but he’s pulling you away before you can reply. Next thing you know he’s shoving you into the bathroom, growling at the girls that were smoking up the place to get out.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you, princess?” He hisses in your ear, slamming you against the door once the girls left. He’s so tired of giving in to you, but he can’t help it, crashing his lips against yours messily. Teeth and tongue, the taste of smoke and the fruity drink you had chosen for the night mixing, only making him press closer. Your hands get pinned above your head and he’s pulling your skirt up, bunching it at your waist. It’s rough and careless and fueled by loathing, but when is it not? “Think you’re so funny? Huh?”

“Yeah.” You breath, smirking as he slots a thigh between your legs, squeezing your hips and pressing you down against him, flexing the muscle and making you squirm.

His teeth are biting at your bottom lip and tugging, his hands dragging your clothed core along his thigh. “Let’s see how funny you think you are when I’m fucking you so hard you forget how to breathe.”

Your breath hitches and your hands previously above your head clutch onto his shirt at the friction against your clit. It’s not enough and he knows, but you don’t tell him. “All this over a silly song?” You jest.

He sneers back at you, ignoring your tease. “Did you get jealous, sunshine? Is that what happened? Is that why you decided to be a little shit?”

“Jealous?” You scoff as he attacks your neck, your hands quickly undoing his belt before he shoves his pants down, his briefs following along with your panties. “Jealous of you, maybe. That girl was hot. Way outta your lea - oh shit.”

You always forget how deep he reaches inside you, how much the stretch is. He’s not soft about it, entering you in one swift thrust, your hips connecting. His hands are dimpling your bare thighs, hefting you up so your legs wrap around his waist, rings on his fingers no doubt making imprints. The door against your back starts rattling with every movement, but the music outside was too loud for anyone to hear it.

“Not so mouthy now, are we?” He snaps in time with his hips. He can feel you tightening around him, your fingers dragging down his chest, trying desperately to pull his shirt off.

“C’mon, Mouse. That's all you got?” You pant out, a little whine leaving your lips when he leaves you suddenly, dropping you to your feet. “Mickey! What-”

He cuts you off by pushing you against the counter, a shout leaving your lip when he takes you from behind, making you surge forwards, your head almost hitting the mirror, pelvis hitting your ass with every piston of his hips. His hand is tangled in your hair and he tugs, making your head snap up. “Look at you. So fucked out. I did that. I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had and we both know it.” He isn’t wrong. Your makeup’s a mess, your hair is wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re the one who keeps fucking me.” You argue back, your spine arching as he hits that perfect spot inside you. Over and over and over.

He growls, leaning forwards to fold over you, his lips by your ear. “And who keep being a fucking brat? Huh? Who keeps coming to my gigs, fucking up my weekend? Practically begging me to fuck you.”

You scowl at him in the mirror. “I don’t beg.”

The chuckle that leaves his lips makes you shiver and you whimper when he tugs your hair harder, the sting of your scalp mixing with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“You will. You may get everything you want from everyone else, princess, but I’m in charge here. Don’t. You. Forget.” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust, making you lurch forwards, your thighs pressing harshly against the counter.

“Oh God…Mickey,” that familiar tightness in your stomach appears, your eye clenching shut as your toes curl. “I’m so close…”

“Open your goddamn eyes. Look who’s doing this to you. Who fucking owns this pussy? Huh?”

Your eyes snap open and meet his again, his breaths fanning across your face, rapidly becoming less steady. “You.”

“That’s right. You wanna cum, sunshine?” You nod vigorously. He takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs as he stills his hips, keeping himself inside you. “Then beg.”

And, just like the many times before, you do. You do because you don’t actually care about begging. You care about him ruining you. That’s what you want. And you always get what you want. Fuck your dignity. 

He starts up slowly again as you plead, stopping a couple more times when you feel yourself getting close. “Mickey! Please, for the love of God!” He’s never edged you this much. Not this intensely. And not in the bathroom at a club. Usually it’s just a quickie before you take him home or vice versa.

But you pissed him off tonight. More so than usual. It was a good night and then you came along. Took his job. Played that dumb song. So he needs to remind you. Put you in your place. “You may be spoiled by everyone else, princess, but I’m the only one who can give you what you really want.”

“God, you’re so annoying.” You grind out through your clenched teeth.

He just smirks. “That wasn’t a denial. Let go, Y/N. Make a mess of my cock. Watch yourself fall apart for me.”

You do as he says, watching your jaw go slack in a silent scream, your body tensing, your legs shaking, as he finally lets you have what you want. Body going slack against the counter, he keeps rutting into you until he groans, a string of profanities leaving his lips as he spills inside you.

The both of you stay there, with him folded on top of you, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck, his grip on your hair loosening.

“That was fun. A little different.” You hum as he gets up. He’s glaring at you as you straighten and fix yourself. “Good orgasm though, so thanks for that. But I gotta get back to work now.”

“You’re such a pain in my ass.” He mutters, tucking himself away and pulling his pants up.

“Kinky. Maybe next time.” You wink at him through the mirror and his jaw ticks. He’s so fucking tired of it. Of you. How you let him have that one bit of control and then your right back to controlling the room once you get what you want. There’s so many nights where he wonders if he should just stop giving it to you. But then he’s inside you and he can’t help himself.

He watches you touch yourself up, although you still look thoroughly fucked, but you don’t seem to mind. This is new. You going back to the gig you stole after sex. He wonders if that was the last time for tonight, or if you’d be leaving together later too.

“I fucking hate you.” He spits out as you open the door, wanting to get the last word in.

You just smirk the same way he did to you earlier. “Yeah…but you love fucking me. Later, Mouse.”

Just like always, you’re the last comment as you walk out nonchalantly, even though he could see the slight wobble in your steps, the door shutting behind you, leaving him alone.

You hate Mickey Henry. You loathe him. You wish you never met him. But you can’t get enough. No matter how many times you convince yourself you have him where you want him, you know you don’t. You’d let him do anything to you. But you can’t stop. Like him and his cigarettes. He’s your flaw. And no matter how bad he is for you, you’re addicted.

Mickey Henry hates you. He loathes you. He wishes he never met you. But he can’t get enough. No matter how many times he convinces himself he’s in control, he knows he’s not. He always gives you what you want at the end of the day. But he can’t stop. Like you and your alcohol. You’re his flaw. And no matter how bad it is for him, he’s addicted.

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Making It Up To You

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warning(s): implied smut*, angst if you squint, fluff, a slightly steamy ending

*please take this warning with caution!

For the first time, we are dipping our toes into writing Mickey Henry!! I’m so so pumped for this one because I fell for Mickey HARD!! This ones a little bday love for the wonderful @karollbey !!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS BBY THIS ONES FOR YOU!!

Summary: After catching up with your friends, Mickey finds a way to surprise you for your birthday to make up for his irresponsible behavior this past month.

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“Thank you, guys. You guys come at the best times possible,” you say gratefully, grabbing your purse before you open the car’s door. 

“It’s not a problem, girl! You deserve birthday love!” Your friend exclaims before a smirk grows on her face. “While we’re here in Greece, when are you gonna finally let us meet that boyfriend of yours, huh?” 

“That’s right! You keep talking about him!” Your other friend chimes in. Seeing their excited faces, you give them a small smile. 

“Maybe when I hear about another block party or something I’ll let you guys meet him.” You respond to them. Opting not to push the subject further, the three of you exchange goodbyes before the two drive off, causing you to remember just what you’re dealing with now. Sighing, you slowly make your way through the door of the building and up the stairs, reaching in your bag to grab the keys for your’s and Mickey’s shared place. 

It has been rough for you the past two months, especially since you have been working overtime in order to meet the rent. You had felt bad enough knowing that Argyris had been generous to let Mickey and now you have the place, and even more so because there was trouble making it every month. One big problem was that Mickey was slacking. 

Yes, the DJ was charismatic, passionate, and very well happy with his job, but nonetheless, he was having difficulty meeting his half of the rent. As you trudged up the stairs, you replayed the conversation from last night.

“This is embarrassing, Mickey! Embarrassing! I literally had to tell Argyris that I can’t even pay the rent till next Friday!” You sigh, putting your phone away as your eyes locked with his. 

“Honey, it’s gonna be alright, Argyris understands, he knows we’re trying you know. He knows us.” He tries, trying his best to calm down your already worked up self. 

“Yeah, he knows us, but that makes things worse! I don’t want us to come off as irresponsible!” 

“No one’s saying you are, sweetheart, you’ve been trying your best-”

“Okay, I know I’m doing my part, but are YOU, Mickey?” 

Mickey gulps, a nervous yet charming smile forming as he reaches to hold your face in his palms. “I promise, baby, I’ll do my share this time around I prom-”

“Mickey, all you do is promise and then break it! It’s getting tiring that I’m trying to juggle these two jobs to make ends meet!” You argue, voice raising as the frustration does nothing but grow. Mickey gently hushes you as you let out frustrated tears, ringed hands leaving your face to embrace you. “I’m gonna find a way to make it up to ya I’m sorry. I’m sorry you feel overworked. I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”

You purposely woke up earlier than usual to go about your day, thankful that talking with your friends had helped you simmer down a bit, especially on your special day. You were now in front of your door, nervous about whether or not there’d be tension between you and Mickey like last night. Well, here goes, you think, unlocking the door and going in. “Mickey?” You call out, quick to notice that the place was dim with nothing but the orange and yellow hues that were coming from the incoming sunset. It was quiet. Too quiet. Your eyes darted around the living room area, then in Hector’s unused room. 

“Mickey, you home?” You try to call out once again, tiptoeing cautiously to your shared bedroom, no one. There was one more room to go. You cautiously walked to Mickey’s music room, carefully opening the door to see nothing but black. 

“So dark in here,” you mutter to yourself, stretching your arm in the dark to find the light switch. You flipped the switch on, jumping in surprise when you see your boyfriend sitting on the bench in front of his keyboard. His party hat was cutely tilted to the side while he pulled the string of the small confetti popper, making a popping noise as the bunch of colorful confetti bursted into the air. “Happy Birthday!” He yelled to you excitedly, hands up in the air before they landed onto the keys of his keyboard. You could barely process what was happening, still in shock at the sight that you were met with just now. You didn’t realize that you had tears running down your cheeks as your boyfriend sang happy birthday to you in accompaniment with the chords that he was playing. You shook your head in denial, refusing to accept that your boyfriend was indeed singing happy birthday for you. You let out a gasp when you saw him pick up a cupcake with a candle from the desk next to his keyboard, using his lighter to light up the candle before carefully walking to you. You could only sniff, your smile not being able to be contained as your eyes met his. 

“Make a wish, sweetheart.” He whispers, his eyes never leaving yours. So you did, closing your eyes with your hands folded, with your wish in mind, you pucker your lips and blow the sparkling candle with a puff of air. You open your eyes smiling wider than before as you feel Mickey’s lips press gently onto yours. 

“You’re so crazy, got me crying over here,” you mutter teasingly, giggling as he wipes your tears away with his free thumb. 

“Ah, couldn’t help but surprise you on your special day. Made you dinner tonight.” He chuckles, pulling away when you gasp in surprise, eyes widened and eyebrows raised. 

“You didn’t!” 

“Did to! For once,” he replies, laughing at the last part alongside you. “I made us spaghetti. I know how much you love pasta, so I thought it'd be something I can do to make it up to you .” 

You squeal, pecking his lips excitedly before you hold his free hand, not hesitating to walk out of the mini studio to the kitchen. “Oh, you’re already succeeding, come on I’m hungry!” You exclaim. 

Mickey had charmed you through the night to say the least. From a wonderful conversation at dinner, to a little karaoke session in the studio, he had done nothing but make it easier for you to forgive him from last night’s conversation. It even felt as if the conversation had not happened at all. Everything he did for you only topped the last act of kindness of his. This next act was definitely something you didn’t expect. 

“Why don’t we take a drive to the beach? It’s gonna be sunset for sure.” He asks you, arms wrapped around your waist protectively as he had pulled away from a slow and passionate kiss you two shared. You could only raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Mickey couldn’t help but laugh and adore the way your eyes lit up at his suggestion, knowing how much the sea has become your favorite sight to see ever since moving to Greece. 

“Oh, I’d love nothing more.” 

In true Mickey fashion, he passed you your helmet (he was proud to have made that one), made sure you were secured behind him, and took off in his motor scooter. He knew better than to try talking to you during this drive. You were more than happy to know that he knew you that well, for you always enjoyed looking out at the horizon, admiring Greece in all its beauty as he zoomed through the roads and the cars. He had also let you enjoy the feel of the sea at your feet, holding your hand as you had kicked the water with joy. He loved watching you be this carefree, he loved being the reason that you were feeling this way. He didn’t like watching your face get worn out nearly 24/7 because of him. He felt a sense of guilt watching you always hold back your tears whenever you two argued about rent or Hector. He knew you were trying your best. Trying for yourself, trying for your family, and for him. 

That’s why he had made it a clear point to make your birthday a special one, so that you can see that he is trying too. Trying to be a better guy, trying to grow up, trying for you. “Enjoying yourself?” He asks, seeing you bend over to pick up a few pebbles knowing that you’d want to skip them. He had indulged himself with a few too, giving you time to formulate your response. 

“Way more than I’d like to admit,” you confess, throwing a pebble and watching it hop on the water’s surface. You look over at Mickey with a grateful smile on your lips. “I… I really am grateful to have you, you know.” You tell him seriously, your heart now racing when his blue eyes meet yours. “I’m sorry about bringing up rent the way I did yesterday,” you manage to let out, fiddling with the pebble in your hands. “I’m just worried… It's been hard to settle and I want to make things work, you know? I want us to work.” 

Mickey had nodded in understanding, cupping your face to make your eyes meet his again. “Hey, now. Enough of that talk, you are doing great okay? We’re here to unwind.” Your guilty look did not leave, however, he saw how you were trying to let it go. 

“But- mmm.” Your words were left up in the air as he gently pressed a quick kiss to your lips, pulling away with a soft smile on his face. “Nope! I told you we are here to unwind!” He argues playfully at you, smiling more when he sees your lips curl up. “That’s my girl. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” 

You nod in agreement, relaxing into his palms. “Can we hug till the sun goes down?” You ask in a whisper. You smiled when Mickey accepted your request right away, arms returning to your waist, bringing you closer to him. You let your head rest on his chest, concentrating on the sounds of the waves crashing alongside his steady heartbeat, admiring the mixture of pink, orange, and blue as the sun slowly disappears and goes beneath the horizon line. It felt as if the peace that you had been searching for in Greece has been found today, the peace found from the presence of Mickey and the view of the beach allowing your body and mind to calm itself down from its anxious state. The peaceful aura only continued on the ride home, Mickey encouraging you to close your eyes and rest on his back, taking in the now cool wind as he rode you two back home. 

The next time you open your eyes is when you pass by the all too familiar road that lets you see not only the sea ahead, but also Greece in a different light. You can only look at it in awe as you watch the distant lights flicker, looking at your surroundings in newfound content until your eyes meet the back of Mickey’s head. You couldn’t help the butterflies that you had felt in your stomach at the thought and sight of the man in front of you, opting to hold him tighter to express your gratitude.

“So how was your day today, sweetheart?”

You laugh at the now shirtless man that was standing beside your shared bed, shaking your head. “You’re talking as if you and I haven’t spent the afternoon and now evening together!” You sarcastically reply as you get comfortable in your pajamas, hopping onto the bed and under the blankets only for your boyfriend to follow suit.

“What? Can’t a guy ask how you’ve been through his time together with you? Come on, tell Mickey Henry how you’re feeling” He argues with a teasing smile, wrapping his arm around your waist over the blanket to bring you closer.

“I guess you can,” you giggle, before a pause takes over the room. “I’m grateful. Very grateful to be spending my birthday with you.” You hum, “I was alone on my birthday since moving to Greece. Last year I felt lonely. I was homesick. I wanted to have my friends or family to be here with me. Hell, I still do, lunch with my friends made me only realize how I’ve led a lonely life here and how much they mean to me. But… when you surprised me and did all these things, I realized… maybe I’m not as lonely as I make myself out to be.”

Mickey smiled at your response, humming in satisfaction as he leaned over to press a kiss to your head. You’re a fucking strong person for even making the move to try out life in Greece, let alone a life with me. If anyone deserves all the love, especially today, it’s you. I want to make it up to you from here on out.” He responds with sincerity, a small pause returning once again in the atmosphere before the playful glint in Mickey’s eyes return once again. “So does that mean I did great today for a start?” He asks you.

“It was okay,” you tease. You laugh when Mickey’s eyebrows raise, as if a challenge has been bestowed upon him. He only laughs, his body starting to crawl on top of yours, adjusting the blanket so it’s underneath you both. You laugh as he dramatically scoffs in disbelief, typical Mickey.

“Just okay?” He asks, scrunching his nose as he lets out a chuckle, watching you cutely squirm and squeal under him. “That’s not good enough.” He huffs, making you giggle. You naturally bury your hand in his hair, playing with it as the other caresses his back lightly and gently, up and down.

“I suppose it isn’t.”

“I got something’ that can help me figure out the truth from you.” Your eyebrows raise in interest, a smirk teasing to appear on your face. “Oh? What would that be?” You challenged him.

“This,” he breathes softly into your lips, leaning in to take up the rest of the gap between you both to lock lips with yours. You only sighed in content, lips parting to move with his soft ones, allowing that wave of warmth flowing from her lips to her toes. All thoughts have been silence, for all she can think and feel was his lips and tongue against hers, his hands slipping under your shirt to have more of you. You whined when he pulled away, a smirk now adorning his face knowing that he got you in his trap. You were now left wanting more. “Changed your mind?” He asks breathily, his hands continuing to lightly trace your upper body underneath your shirt, causing a small whine to nearly leave your lips. “You have me feeling like I’m on cloud 9, from the studio till now,” You admit breathily. You felt like you were still in that daze, as if you were daydreaming. You felt like you were floating whenever you were with Mickey, his cologne had overtaken your senses and the sight of his swollen lips and his pupils blown up with lust had become your main point of focus. Your heartbeat only raced even more at the sight of his growing smirk.

“What if I told you…” he starts, eyes remaining on yours as his hands begin to wander in the places that he knew would make you easily fall apart. “That I had one more surprise gift incoming for you, right now?”

Another wave of warmth had made its way throughout your body, the heat settling on the place where your body begged to be touched. You were done playing games with Mickey, done resisting the thought that has been floating in your mind since the change of the atmosphere. You only knew one thing: you wanted him, all of him. You wanted him to love you and you wanted to feel all of it.

“Then I’d tell you to make sure that you surprise me.”

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