#mikey madison x f!reader

[the-thing-withfeathers]

princess has a request (m.m + j.o)

a/n: extremely rough not at all proofread quick & short smut shot! written on vacation so very rushed. inspired by my annoyance at the start of my ovulation week today 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ and i also have been writing a seperate three-way fic for these two so i might as well keep it going.

pairing: jenna ortega x f!reader x mikey madison

warnings: SMUTTTT!!! strap on usage, cursing, pet names.

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ping!

you received a notification on your phone. rolling over to your bedside table, you squinted at the screen.

damn it. fucking ovulation week.

you groaned and threw your phone over to the side of the bed. you noticed that both your girlfriends were gone, they must have already ducked out for work.

the smell of food in the kitchen proved you wrong though. you walked out to see mikey & jenna cooking breakfast.

you sleepily wandered over. mikey caught sight of you first as she was bringing plates out to set the table.

“hey sleepyhead.” she greeted you. jenna turned quickly and waved with a wooden spoon in her hand.

“morning…” you grumbled out. mikey snickered softly at your voice, you were still slowly waking yourself up. she made her way back to jenna.

you made your way over to where they were both standing, directly in front of the stove.

it didn’t take very long for your mind to lock in as your half-open eyes shot open when you realised exactly what was in front of you.

oh no. no. no. no. now was not the time. not when your senses were heightened. not when you basically had no control of your body.

mikey was in a skin-tight top, it highlighted the best of her physique. her waist was lined perfectly, and her chest was defined more than ever. she was in a pair of linen pants, a belt holding them up. a belt that you knew very well, the image of it tightened around your wrists from another night flashed through your head.

and jenna? just in a sports bra. she had a jacket covering up her shoulders but her abdomen was right there, for your perusal. as she twisted and turned, finishing up your breakfast, you watched as the lining of her stomach flexed at every small movement. her headphones were around her neck and her legs were covered by leggings, showing the strength in her calves, you were practically drooling.

why did you have to date goddesses?

“hey baby, what’s wrong?” mikey asked, noticing your hard stare. she furrowed her eyebrows at you.

“need you to fuck me.” you mumbled, absentmindedly. you didn’t even realise you said it.

“excuse me?” jenna spun around, food flying out of the pot with how fast she turned.

“hm?” you asked, turning your head between the two of them.

“our princess has a request for us, huh?” mikey teased, turning her attention to you. with ease, she picked you up and sat you on the kitchen counter.

you couldn’t even register what was happening fast enough. you heard the clicking of the stove turning off, jenna joining the two of you. mikey was already in the process of taking your sleeping shorts off. before you knew it, your bare ass was on the cold counter.

“what brought this on, baby?” jenna asked you. she pulled your left leg to the side while mikey pulled your right leg in the opposite direction. you were exposed for the two of them.

“you two just… looked so good.” you licked your lips, the two of them pinning your knees to the edge of the counter. you couldn’t even move if you dared.

“looks like we’re going to have to wear these more, darling.” mikey said to jenna, who nodded in agreement. mikey ran a finger up your cunt, your thights shook slightly, threatening to close. but the weight of your girlfriends was enough to hold them open.

“f…fuck…” you stuttered out, your bottom lip quivering at the touch. you felt a heat rush straight to your core, feeling yourself drip onto the wood.

“you’re glistening, babes.” jenna moaned softly. her finger prodding at your hole, trying to gather your arousal.

“jesus…” you muttered. you couldn’t take the teasing anymore. “c’mon… c’mon…” you pleaded with your girls.

“impatient, are we?” jenna asked, you couldn’t even get your answer out before she shoved two fingers into you. you let out a gasp at the intrusion.

her fingers pumped in and out of you, but slowly. you whined at the chosen pace, you wanted more.

but you got it in the form of mikey’s fingers circling your clit. the bumps from each of her fingers hitting your swollen bud with each rotation.

you cried out from the stimulation, your hands tangling themselves in both their hairs. they both leaned in, both their faces were buried in your skin. jenna was nipping at your jaw while mikey left wet kisses on your neck.

the stimulation on your soaked pussy had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. soft moans fell from your lips as your hands tightened in their hair.

you pulled jenna up first, connecting your lips. her kiss was gentle but passionate. her other hand landing on the small of your pack. she moaned softly as she tasted your lips.

you then did the same to mikey, capturing her lips. she was a bit rougher than jenna was, but you loved both their kisses just the same. her kiss was full of fire, her tongue licking across your bottom lip.

before you could give her access, jenna curled her fingers inside of you, earning a soft groan from you. your legs started to shake, pushing against their weight again.

“you can keep them open, baby.” mikey pinched your clit, you hissed at the pain but it only spurred you on more. your hips started to lightly roll against their hands, gaining more friction.

“fuck… mikey.” you moaned out at her stimulation on your clit. you doubled over, but jenna pushed you back up.

“jenna. faster, please.” you begged. your girlfriend obliged, her fingers moving faster.

you felt a white hot fury build in your stomach, your orgasm was building faster than the speed of light. you watched as they pulled away from your neck and connected their own lips, that tipped you over the edge.

“mmph, cumming!” was all you managed to get out before spilling your climax onto the kitchen counter. your legs threatened to close again as they shook, your orgasm washing over you like a volcanic erruption. “fuck…” you whispered out.

mikey & jenna released your legs, allowing you to clamp them shut, reeling from your high. mikey picked you up again as jenna jogged into the bedroom.

“we’re not done with you yet, pretty girl.” she said, pushing the plates off the dining table. they shattered all over the floor. you whined in protest, you had bought those plates.

“stop whining, whore. we’ll fucking replace them.” she spat out at you. you knew you were in for it now.

jenna came running back, stepping over the pieces of glass littered across the dining room. mikey pushed you down to lie on your back, you were now sprawled across the dining table.

you turned your head towards the two women standing at the side of the table. they were securing themselves into the strap-ons that you bought together. you sighed, your eyes fluttering at your view.

thank god.

you were lucky your dining table was so heavily reinforced. mikey pulled you to the edge of the table by your thighs, situating herself in between your legs. she ran the tip of her cock down to your hole, slowly pushing herself in.

you let out a loud moan, feeling yourself stretch out. it was like your cunt was molding into the shape of the fake, silicone dick. she started with gentle thrusts, letting you adjust. you gripped onto your tits, playing with your nipples with every thrust mikey gave you.

jenna mounted the table, her legs straddling the space just above your head. she slapped your hands away from your boobs.

“my job.” she scowled, “open.” she ordered you? tapping your lips with her own cock. you opened your mouth, looking up at her. she slipped the strap into your mouth, rutting into your throat while groping your tits.

she toyed with your nipples, they were hardening under her cold touch. she rolled them in between her fingers, pinching at them as she fucked your face.

“good fuckin’ girl. taking our cocks s’good.” jenna muttered but it was loud enough for you to hear. she watched as mikey rammed herself into you, her slow pace turning merciless.

mikey mounted both your legs on her shoulders. she was pounding into you, bottoming out completely. her thumb quickly added to the mix of pleasure as it flicked against your swollen clit.

your moans were muffled by jenna’s cock, tears starting to form in your eyes. you were gagging as jenna forced you to deepthroat her, the end of her cock poking through the skin of your jugular.

the overwhelming sensation of having both your girls fuck you with their cocks allowed for your orgasm to build quickly again. you tried to speak around jenna’s strap, signalling that you were getting close.

“gonna cum for us again?” mikey asked through her grunts, nearly pulling herself all the way out then slamming back into you. you nodded, your head bobbing on jenna. “okay you filthy fucking slut, cum on my dick.”

“yeah baby, you can fucking do it.” jenna reached down and took over rubbing your clit so mikey could focus on fucking you.

you cried out softly as you released. mikey kept her pace, so did jenna. they helped you ride your high out. you whimpered with jenna’s dick still in your mouth. they both pulled out at the same time.

“switch?”

“yeah.”

wait! switch?

jenna hopped off the table, taking her place between your legs. for a smaller girl, she had surprising strength. she flipped you over so you were on all-fours. she hopped back on the table and placed herself behind you.

mikey was already on the table when your eyes adjusted after being turned around. her cock standing proudly in front of her. jenna lined her cock up with your entrance, she entered you and started working on fucking you from the back.

mikey caressed your chin gently, opening your jaw up to make room for her strap.

“you taste yourself?” she asked and your eyes met hers. you nodded frantically as she gathered your hair into a ponytail, forcefully moving your head to suck her strap. “good.”

jenna pushed the small of your back into an arch. you were too weak to hold yourself up so your back followed her direction without question.

“such a good fucking whore.” jenna raised her hand, driving it down to deliver a slap to your ass. you groaned in pain, feeling yourself clench around her cock. “those noises are so cute, baby.”

saliva started to dribble out through your lips with how rough mikey was being to your mouth. not that you minded, you loved being manhandled by them, it was euphoric.

“just gotta fuck you til you’re dumb, okay baby?” mikey looked down at you, still forcibly bobbing your head up and down. you made an audible noise at her, almost like you were speaking, except you didn’t actually know what you were saying.

“looks like we’re almost there anyways.” jenna teased, you just had to take it. there were no words coming to your brain, you were reaching that point of being fucked out.

jenna’s nails dug into the skin of your ass, she fucked your hole aggressively, wanting you to reach that peak again. since you were reaching orgasm number three, it wasn’t very hard for her to achieve that.

mikey giggled as she fed you your arousal. your eyes were rolling into the back of your head as jenna delivered another slap to your skin. the sharp, stinging pain drove you insane.

mikey reached out to jenna, the two started to make out above you. you couldn’t see them, but you wish you could. the sound of their lips meeting made you even wetter.

“you can give us one more, can’t you, darling?” jenna leaned over, pressing kisses to your back. she mocked your whines, repeating after you as she coaxed them out of you.

“cum, baby. it’s just one more.” mikey yanked your head off her dick, forcing her to look up at her. she stroked the silicone strap as she looked into your soul. she kissed your lips, you could taste jenna on them too. their tastes mixed together made your brain turn fuzzy.

you felt your walls start to clench, jenna was struggling to thrust into you. she smirked and looked over at mikey.

“there it is. c’mon baby, you got it.”

“a— ah!” you let out a choked out moan as you came all over jenna’s cock. you slumped against the table, feeling your body turn into putty. jenna thrusted into you a couple more times to make coming down from the rush a bit easier. she slowly pulled out of you to avoid overstimulating you too much.

“so pretty when we fuck you.” mikey released your hair, planting kisses to your scalp. the pain lessened gradually as she rubbed the spot she pulled on.

ping!

you heard their phones go off at the same time.

“ohhh…” they said in sync. what was it?

“baby’s ovulating!” mikey chuckled, mocking you.

wait, when did they get your cycle on their phones?

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author’s journal

okayyy, truth be told, this is so fucking messy, i don’t think i’m a massive fan of it. but call it practice! i’m writing another threesome with mikey & jenna and this is my trial run for it.

i wanna incorporate more passion, this is kind of a rushed one just cause i’m on vacation for a few more days. but i wanted to write this out cause i would lose motivation if i didn’t.

i always feel sooo unproductive when i’m not writing so i try to write something even if i know it won’t be up to par with my other works.

this is so far from proofread and edited but i just wanna know how i feel about posting it. i hope you guys enjoy it as well!

kisses xx

[spiderb00bs]

- Baby Fever?

Mikey Madison x (g!p) reader 

“You and your wife had everything anyone could dream of, but on a trip, you both realized that maybe something was missing” 

Genre – Fluff      Warnings – English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake 

Now playing – Get you, by Daniel Caesar 

You sighed, parking the car in front of the large house you and your brothers had rented for the weekend. the weather was cold, and your hand found comfort positioned gently on Mikey's thigh. Your wife was in the passenger seat, looking around the neighborhood through the car window, ready to greet anyone she saw.   

You and Mikey met five years ago, both of whom were only twenty when you asked her to date, and twenty-three when you asked her to marry you. You knew Mikey was the woman of your life as soon as you laid eyes on her, and Mikey knew she would spend the rest of her life by your side as soon as she saw you, it was love at first sight.   

Mikey has always gotten along well with your family, just as you have always gotten along with her family, so whenever you had a break in your schedules, the two of you would take time to visit relatives.   

"Hey baby, is everything okay?" Mikey asked, seeing your clear hesitation to get out of the car.   

"Yes, baby, don't worry. I'm just mentally preparing myself to see my brothers." You said, making your wife laugh at your comment.   

You were the youngest of three siblings. The twins are the middle siblings, Haley and Nick are four years older than you, both twenty-nine years old. Now, Henry is the eldest brother and is thirty-one years old. No matter how old they were, it always seemed like you were the weakest, even with your frequent trips to the gym, nothing seemed to make you beat them.   

"Hey, you have really nice muscles now, I don't think they can make fun of you like they did before." Mikey says, trying to get you to have a little more faith in yourself.   

"I just don't want to be thrown into the pool like last time, it's freezing here!" Mikey laughs at your comment, taking your hand on her leg and kissing your knuckles.   

"You won't. Now use those beautiful muscles of yours to get our bags out of the car."  

Your wife approached, giving your lips a kiss before opening the car door, stretching her body as soon as she put her foot out. The trip here was long, and although you made a point of driving the entire route (which Mikey thanked heaven for), your wife was still very upset about sitting for too long.   

Getting out of the car, you opened the passenger seat door, nimbly removing the dog seat belt that was buckled to Jam's harness collar. Taking the dog in your arms, you let him give your nose a little lick, before stroking his head. 

"Go big boy, stay with mommy while your other mom takes the bags out of the car." You said, handing the little puppy to Mikey, who quickly started playing with it.  

"AUNT YN!" Hearing the scream you quickly averted your eyes from the suitcase you took out of the car, watching a little blond boy run through the snow towards you as if his life depended on it.  

"ADAM!" You yelled back, putting the suitcase on the floor in time to take the little boy in your arms.   

Seeing the commotion, Mikey approached you, seeing your nephew give you a tight hug. Your wife has always liked children, and whenever you and she went to visit your families, she loved to see your interactions with the children, especially with the little blond boy. Adam is Haley's son, you and Mikey closely followed the entire pregnancy of your sister and her husband, and consequently the boy was in love with you and your wife.   

You and Mikey had never given much thought to children, you had plans to get married and have a long, consolidated career before starting the other part of the plan and having children, but that was a plan that was never very well worked out. You and your wife ended up forgetting about the second part of the plan for a while, but when little Adam arrived at the family, your wife started to analyze that whole plan again, wondering if it wasn't time to have a copy of the two of you running around the house with the other children in the family. 

"Hey dude, what's up?" You asked, putting the boy down again.  

"The good news is that I got a PS5, we're going to play all weekend, and all night!!" The little boy said excitedly.   

"And since when does your mother let you stay up all night?" Seeing the little boy furrow his brows, you laughed lightly.    

"Aunt Yn, I'm already pretty grown up, I can stay up all night." Knowing that the eight-year-old probably couldn't stay up all night, you quickly concocted an answer to him in your mind.   

"I know, and I believe you." You said, before you bend down on one knee and start whispering to the little boy. "But we have a problem, don't tell anyone, but Aunt Mikey won't let me stay up all night." You said, signaling for the little blond boy to be quiet about it.  

 Mikey, who was until now just admiring the interaction of the two of you, let out a little giggle at your lie, knowing that you were only doing it so that your nephew wouldn't try to stay awake longer than he could.   

"Actually, I have to sleep through the night if I want to play with you the next day, so I think it's better for us to sleep and only play during the day." You ended by saying it, making the little boy shake his head and go to your wife.   

Laughing, you continued to take your bags out of the car, watching the blond boy hug your wife and caress Jam's fur.   

Entering the house carrying two suitcases and a purse, you saw your brothers at the door, one of your brothers taking a suitcase you were carrying, leaving you with only Mikey's suitcase and purse.   

"Just look at you, carrying all the baggage, you really started to get stronger after you got married in." Your older brother said, messing with you.   

"Of course I do, I don't want to be a pot-bellied dad like you." You countered, making the twins laugh and Mikey trying to hide her laughter.   

"You're sharp, brat." Henry said, pulling you into a hug and laughing at the moment you just had.   

Everyone was in the yard, sitting and talking at the big round table that was there. You had a smile on your face, seeing the whole family gathered there, having your wife by your side, all this gave you very good comfort. Mikey was by your side, your wife was talking to one of your brothers' wives, while you listened to the conversation and helped your father cut some steaks that just came out of the grill for dinner.   

Your brothers had gone to the fridge to get more drinks, your mother was finishing making the famous sauce she always made at barbecues like this and the children were playing. Everything there had a perfect harmony, you loved your work, but it was much better to be like this all the time.   

Finishing cutting one of the steaks, you have pierced one of them with your fork and carefully brought it to the front of your wife's face. Mikey, who was very interested in the conversation, got a slight start, recovering and smiling at you before eating the piece of steak from your fork.  

"yes, that's very good." Your wife said  

"Your father-in-law is a good barbecuer, dear." Your father said, making Mikey laugh and nod.   

"Do you want me to prepare a dish for you?" You asked, kissing your wife's cheek and getting up to go to the kitchen.  

"I would appreciate that, thank you baby." Mikey said, pulling your shirt and making you lean over and give it one last peck before letting go of you so you could go to the kitchen.   

Watching you walk away, Mikey saw Adam approach you, asking if you could prepare a dish for him too, which you promptly agreed to, picking up the boy and placing him on your shoulders like a sack of potatoes. 

"Yn, could you not turn my son's brain inside out, please?!" Haley said, approaching the table with a plate of lasagna.   

Laughing, Mikey saw you throw your thumbs up, with Adam still on your right shoulder. The little boy mimicking your actions and showing his thumb as a 'cool' sign to his mom.   

"My god, I swear, your wife will break my son someday." Haley said, making Mikey smile at the comment.  

"forget about it, I just heard Yn offer to make a dish for you?" Henry's wife asks.   

"Uhm, yes?!" Mikey answers, not understanding at first why she was in doubt.   

"Wow, I thought everyone in the family was lazy, but it turns out they're just our husbands." Nick's wife says now, patting Henry's wife and making her laugh.   

"Hey!" Haley protested. 

"What do you mean?"  

"Girl, in ten years of marriage Henry has never washed dishes for me, you're lucky you got the right sibling."  

"Women were taught like this, our father never let Henry and Nick do housework, when he realized what he did, it was too late." Haley said, shaking her head and becoming thoughtful.   

"And the way she treats Adam?! Oh my god, it's so cute." Nick's wife said. "Do you want to have children?"   

"I haven't talked to her about it yet, we're so busy with our careers that we've forgotten about that part a bit." Mikey said, definitely hiding the deep desire to be a mother.   

"At least you already know she's going to be an amazing mom." Haley said, leaving Mikey more thoughtful than she was before.   

Everything went well during dinner, the whole family was together. After dinner, Haley went upstairs with Adam, ready to put the little boy to bed, your brothers' wives doing the same with their children, your parents went to bed early, so they went upstairs as soon as dinner was over. In the end, only you, mikey, and your two brothers were left, all talking on the couch.  

"You're both old enough to drink, right?!" Your brother Nick said, approaching with a bottle of beer and handing it to you and Mikey, who was sitting on your lap.   

"Ha ha, you're really funny Nick." You said, rolling your eyes at your brother's sarcastic speech.   

"I'm just saying that you two look like a couple of girlfriends. Are you planning to have children?" Nick kept saying, making Mikey and you a little uncomfortable that they haven't talked about it yet. 

The problem is, in your mind, Mikey wasn't ready to have kids yet. You both had very busy careers going on, you and your wife just finished shooting two separate movies, and you still had to do interviews and red carpets, not to mention the awards shows and separate things you would have to do to promote the movies you both worked.  

"We don't have plans for that right now, everything is very hectic, we almost don't find space in our schedule to come here." You said, making Mikey sit uncomfortably on your lap.   

"Wow, sorry lady businesswoman, sorry for messing up your precious time." Your brother Henry said, bowing sarcastically. 

You and Nick laughed at your older brother's antics, but Mikey just let out a little fake laugh, making you look at it, just to check if everything was okay. Without giving you a confirmation, your wife just cleared her throat, getting up from your lap.  

"I'm going to see if the girls need anything. I'll be right back." Mikey said, giving your lips a little seal and leaving your head confused.   

As your gaze followed Mikey up the stairs, you felt something hit your face, looking at your lap and realizing that someone had thrown an olive from the cold cuts board at you. 

"Are you stupid?" Henry asked, making a disapproving face that reminded you of the one he did when you were kids.   

"Did you throw an olive at me?"   

"No, Nick threw that. Dude, are you stupid?" Henry asked again.   

"Why did you throw an olive at me? And why are you calling me stupid?" Looking at your two brothers, you waited for an answer.   

"She clearly wants to have children with you!" Henry spoke.  

"Now, in this minute of preference!" Nick added.   

"She never told me anything like that. We haven't talked about the topic of 'children' since before our marriage." You said, bowing your head and reflecting on what your brothers said.   

"Well, she clearly wants to talk about it." Nick said, taking a sip of the beer. 

After saying goodbye to your brothers, you went upstairs, leaving the two idiots talking downstairs. Looking down the hallway, you looked for Mikey in one of the bedrooms, finally finding her in Nick and his wife's room. Walking in, you saw your brother's wife next to Mikey, who was cradling the little baby in her arms.   

Noticing the movement, Mikey turned to you with Nick's daughter in her arms, and you could tell she had one of the biggest smiles in the world on her face. You never thought your dumb brothers were right about anything they said, but you had to admit they nailed it this time.   

"She slept in my arms." Mikey whispered, pulling you out of the thoughts your mind put you in.   

"I believe in you." You said mimicking her tone.  

Approaching, you looked at the baby through your wife's shoulder, smiling at the moment. Deciding it was time to let the baby rest, Mikey returned the little girl to her mother, saying goodnight and leaving the room with you. Upon entering the room of the two of you, the tension was expedient, so palpable that anyone who entered there could feel it. Sighing, you approached your wife, placing your hands on her waist and giving her a kiss on the top of her head.   

"I think we need to talk." You said, making Mikey smile slightly and nod in agreement.  

"Do you still want to have children with me?" Mikey asked, clasping her hands around your neck.   

"Of course I do, my love. What makes you think not?" pulling the woman closer, you kissed her forehead, wanting her to feel comfortable to say everything she wanted.   

"It's just that we never talk about it again, we're so busy with our careers, that I thought you had given up on that idea." Mikey shrugs, you could feel the insecurity hovering in the middle of her words.   

"Mikey, baby, I want it all with you. You say, grabbing her chin gently and making her look at you. "I married you because I love you and I will love you until the end of my life. We have busy lives, but I will always want to conquer everything with you. You're the best actress I know and your career is on fire, baby." Mikey, who had hearty eyes for you, laughed lightly embarrassed at your comment.  

"Yours too. You have your projects, and I didn't want you to feel pressured to drop them for something that only I want." Mikey said, making you deny it with your head.   

"Baby, you still don't understand? I love you, Mikey. I wanted to marry you from the moment I saw you for the first time, I want you to be the best at what you do, I will support every little step you take. I want to have as many kids as you want, I want everything with you, Mikey. I always wanted to."   

Tears begin to well up in your wife's eyes, the speech you made didn't have a false word at all, and Mikey, knowing you the way she did, knew it.   

"You don't need to be in a hurry, nor postpone this my love. We're going to plan a step of this, let's sit down and talk, together. See everything we have and our possibilities, and then we'll have the family we've always longed for." Placing your forehead on Mikey's, you felt the woman nod her head slightly, letting a sob come out of her lips.   

"I love you, baby." Mikey said, gluing your lips together with hers.   

The kiss was tender, calm and full of love. With all the weight of the unspoken words out of the chest of the two of you, all the love could flow lightly through the air. Your hands were on your wife's waist, and Mikey's hands caressed the back of your neck. Her tongue tasted like beer, and her lips were so soft you could have sworn you were in heaven.  

Taking a few steps forward, Mikey threw you onto the bed, climbing onto your lap and kissing you once more. You could feel the excitement starting to flood the room, your wife's hands went down the fabric of your shirt, lightly scratching your back, while your hands went down and squeezed the woman's ass on top of you.  

"How about we start practicing now?" Mikey said, giving a smile you knew well, in the middle of the kiss.   

"I think it's a great idea, my love." 

Hi guys, I hope you are doing well.

I decided to create this blog to share stories of all the women I have a crush on. This is not my main blog, my other blog was created first, and it is dedicated only to kpop GG's.

It's been a while since some people have been asking me to write for women outside of Kpop, and that's what I'm going to do on this blog.

I've had a crush on Mikey for a long time, but she's not the only one, if you want to make a fic request, you can take a look at my profile, there are all the rules and all the women I write.

Just keep in mind that requests can take a little time, because as I said, this is not my main blog. Thank you for understanding

xoxo, spider.

[darlingshane]

Burden

Carmy Berzatto & SIL!Reader + Past!Michael Berzatto x F!Reader

Summary: After Michael's death, you moved out of Chicago and took the kids to be closer to your family. A year later, you come back to see the Berzattos and on your last day you have a heart-to-heart with Carmy.

Content/Warnings: Angst, Grief, Guilt, Mention of Death and Suicide.

Word Count: 1,6k

A/N: Carmy calls reader Sis.

— You can read below or at AO3.

Being back in Chicago hurts more than you could have imagined. Even if it's just for a short visit, so your kids can reconnect with their aunt and uncle.

This isn’t the most exciting trip you’ve ever taken, but at the end it’s sad to leave this city behind once again. That feeling won’t ever go away. After all, this is the place where you met and built a life with Michael. This is where your two kids were born. And like in all good tragedies, this is also the place where your soul mate decided to abandon you when he took an early exit by his own hand.

A year later, you're still dealing with the aftermath of it all.

You moved to Minneapolis to be closer to your family mere days after your oldest daughter finished her school year. It was the right choice for all of you. But you all miss being closer to the Berzattos. You've always had a great relationship with most of them.

Natalie has been a great support, even in distance; even when battling with her own grief. She's the one you’ve talked to more often and the one who gave you that little push you needed to come visit.

It’s been a hectic week, especially since they’re reopening The Beef — The Bear — now, and they’re running against the clock to have everything ready for the launch next month. You haven’t stepped inside the restaurant since before Michael's death, and that’s something you can’t still bring yourself to do.

On your last day in the city, Aunt Natalie and Uncle Pete take your eight-year-old Madison and, god help them, your two-year-old Aiden for a fun day out while you hang back in the house.

You take that as an opportunity to pack everything for tomorrow and to finally get the guts to call Carmy to invite him for lunch and have some quality time with him for old times’ sake.

In regard to your brother-in-law, you’ve both been more distant toward the other than you used to be. He's become more reserved after Michael's death, and all your energy has been put on your two kids, and poorly handling everything else.

Back in the day, when Michael was still alive, you were the one to always call Carmy when Mikey stopped ditching his brother’s calls altogether. At some point, you ran out of excuses to give to Carmen on behalf of your husband's behavior. So, you’d just say – Just Mikey being Mikey.

Carmy and you knew that was bullshit.

Michael had a gregarious nature that remained unchanged until the last second. It’s hard to believe it was just a mask he put on to keep everyone happy, including you.

It begs to question what else you didn’t know about Michael, or if there was something different you could’ve done or said to change the outcome of that night.

Nothing has ever filled you with more guilt and remorse for not paying closer attention. It has also left you with a lot of anger the way he chose to leave you and the kids to your own devices. You know it's selfish, cause he had to be hurt beyond words to commit an act like that. The Michael you remember would have never done anything as such. It unnerves you that he didn't feel comfortable enough to come and talk to you. And you've exhausted your mind going over and over all the events preceding that day, searching for something that you'd have said that would have pushed him farther into that abyss. Something was off, and you should have tried harder to figure out what was going on with Michael. But in the midst of handling two young kids and your own job, you missed all the clues to Michael's secret affliction.

Regardless of that, Michael will always be the person you've loved the most, along with your children, and while the wound is still open and bleeding, you need to try to mend that relationship with Carmen before it's too late.

You're folding a pile of clean clothes and sorting them in your suitcase when the doorbell rings.

Swallowing that anxious lump in your throat, you open the door and greet him.

“Hope you don't mind, I ordered some pizza. I'm not much of a cook and figured you'd been so busy with… I didn't want you to…”

“No, that's fine, Sis. Pizza is perfect,” he's clearly nervous too when he takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of a chair. “So they left you alone, huh?”

“Yeah. Aiden is probably driving them nuts. Do you want something to drink?” you gesture toward the kitchen.

“Uh, sure.”

Carmy follows you into the kitchen. He gets a soda, and you get a glass of water.

This is the first time you've seen him alone without Natalie or the kids around to interrupt. It feels a little awkward to be honest. Everything is still so raw for all of you, that locking eyes with Carmy's steel blue gaze feels like being stabbed with cold daggers. It's hard to look at him without seeing yourself in that same sea of despair.

Sipping his drink, his attention is drawn to a picture that Sugar took of Aiden a few days ago, pinned under a magnet on the fridge's door.

“He's gotten so big since…” Carmy trails off, pointing at your toddler. “How are they doing?”

“The kids?” he nods at you. “They're fine for the most part. Aiden is easier. He doesn't…” you don't have to finish the sentence for him to pick up what you mean. He was still a baby when it happened and until he's older, you won't be able to explain what happened. “And Madison… She really, really misses her dad, you know? She tries to put on a brave face, but some days she doesn't want to talk. And every other night she ends up in my bed begging me to not ever leave her.” You place the glass down on the counter, turn around to face the window, so he doesn't see the tears streaming down your face. “Ugh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't burden you with this. You have enough already with…”

“Don't apologize, Sis. God, I hate him for doing that to you and the kids,” Carmen says softly.

“You shouldn't. He was your brother. It was my fault after all. I should've… I'm sorry.”

“Don't go there, Sis. It was nobody's fault.”

“No, it was. I was supposed to look after him, and I failed. He just left one night… and never came back. And I should've seen. I should've known… ”

“Listen,” there's a pause and a sigh while he gathers the rambling of his thoughts. “I have no idea what was going on with him. You and I both know that he could barely talk to me. And these past few months, I've found out things about him that I don't completely understand. But if there's one thing I know about Michael is that he loved you and the kids more than anything, and wouldn't want you to blame yourself for what he did. That's on him. I'm not gonna let you do that, okay?”

Staring at the sink, you vaguely nod, and wipe your tears. Guilting yourself over Michael's death is something that's going to follow you always. Even if it wasn't your fault. There are things about that night that still don't sit right with you. Every day, you wish you could go back in time and scream at yourself to look closer, pay attention, and ask him to stay that night you saw him leave for the last time.

“He was so stubborn sometimes. I should've pushed him harder to talk to you.”

“That's not on you, either. I know you tried.”

“He was very proud of you, you know?” you finally glance over yourself to see his reaction.

Though you knew Michael was highly proud of his little brother, he never got to express that face to face, or even on the phone. Maybe telling Carmy what you know could help him a little.

“Was he?” His head heavily slumps into his shoulders as a response, as if he wasn't completely sure Michael cared at all. He said he did, – I give a huge fuck, – Carmy recalls his brother saying that eventful Christmas. But after that, things went stale again, and he was back to being the odd man out.

“He was incredibly proud of you, Carmen,” you reassure him. “Michael really, really loved you, and respected you so much.”

“Maybe he did, but he didn’t want me here.”

“It wasn’t like that. He… Michael thought you deserved much better than to end up with him stuck in that hole in the wall. His words,” you point out. “He thought you were artistic and talented, and having you working with him would've kept you from going to Copenhagen and working in the best restaurants in the world. He believed that you could do anything, and needed to go out and chase that dream for both, for you and him, and experience everything that he couldn’t.”

“He told you that?” He moves to stand next to you, bracing his palms on the counter.

“Maybe not in that many words, but yeah.”

“He could have done any of that, too.”

“Yeah, he could’ve. But that’s not what he wanted. He took his chances with what he got, and that was his path. Not yours, Carmy. I should’ve told you earlier, it’s just…”

“… Hard. Tell me about it.”

“I’ve missed talking to you. I wasn’t trying to push you away like he did.”

“I know, Sis. I know. You have your hands full. I wasn't expecting you to. I get it. You can call anytime, you know? If the kids are giving you a hard time, or you just need to talk… I’m not Natalie, but I can listen.”

“Yeah, likewise.”

You both timidly smile at the other, and the burden weighing on your shoulders lightens just a little.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

eyes on the screen (m.m)

a/n: hehe.

pairing: mikey madison x f!reader

warnings: smut, babes, smut. public sex. oral (r receiving). squirting. vulgar language.

—

you hadn’t gone to the premiere with her, she wanted the two of you to have a private showing. and now you knew exactly why.

you bit down on your lip so hard you thought you might draw blood. watching your girlfriend get fucked on the screen was enough to send a flood straight to your lower half.

and having her eyes drill holes into the side of your face was not helping.

“like what you see?” she teased you, a hand running up and down your thigh. she knew that taking you here would get a reaction out of you.

you rolled your eyes at her, “how could i not? your tits are literally on the screen.”

you squeezed your legs together, desperate for friction to solve the ever-growing arousal pooling between your legs.

“c’mon baby, let me help you.” she cooed, stepping up out of her seat and scooting in between your legs. it was a tight fit considering she was kneeling between cinema seats, but she was content.

she made quick work of taking your panties off, discarding them somewhere in the cinema. you guessed that you wouldn’t be able to find them later.

she buried her face deep into your cunt, emitting a gasp from you. you looked down at her and she looked up at you, a glare forming on her face.

“did i say you could stop watching?” she asked, firmly. she pulled her mouth away from you as punishment for your unknowingly initiated disobedience. “eyes on the screen.”

“fuck…” you whined, your eyes returning to the screen. impatiently, you pushed her head back towards your dripping pussy again. she obliged and lapped at your arousal.

you could feel her tongue dragging itself up and down your slit, occasionally flicking against your clit. you slouched into your chair, giving mikey better access to you. your legs were pushed to the side, held there by her hands.

your fingers tangled in her hair, your hips rutting against her lips that were now wrapped around your swollen clit. she dug her nails into your thighs, grounding you.

your eyes were glued to the screen, the image of your girlfriend’s perfect body pushed you closer to the edge.

mikey’s tongue swirled around your entrance, teasing your hole. you could feel your cunt pulsing, wanting more. she slid two fingers in, pumping them in and out of you.

your moans were syncing up with her whines on screen, it was a fucking symphony to her ears. your head fell back slightly but you managed to keep your eyes on the movie.

it was almost overwhelming how good she was fucking you. your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your stomach tightening, you were getting close. she suddenly stopped her movements altogether.

“baby.” she slapped your thigh. “what did i just say?” she pulled her lips away, her chin basically dripping with you. “tell me what the fuck i said.”

“e— fuck— eyes on the screen.” you were struggling to speak, your brain going fuzzy. you couldn’t even follow the plot at this point, your mind clouded with your girlfriend.

you forced your eyes open and you craned your neck back up so you could focus. she dove straight back in, indicating that she was satisfied with your position.

she lapped at you again, her tongue flat against your pussy. her fingers resumed their pace and your thighs started to quiver. she knew what that meant.

“mikey… mi— fuck! gonna cum!” you cried out, you started to lend forward as the band in your stomach threatened to snap.

“mmhm.” her muffled voice resonated in your ears as you finished on her face, your hips bucking into her. you could have broken her nose with the force you exerted.

you whined softly as you came down from your high. you thought that was the end of it until mikey turned her head towards the screen.

she paused for a second before turning back to your glistening cunt, running her fingers over your clit again. your body jolted with the sudden contact.

“mikey, what’re you doing?” you asked her, leaning back in your seat.

“there’s at least like 20 more minutes of sex, baby. did you think i was just gonna let you go without satisfaction for the rest of it?”

she brought her tongue down to fuck your hole, you grunted softly at the sudden feeling of being wrapped around her tongue. her fingers worked your clit, rubbing quick circles on it.

“fuck… you’re gonna be the death of me.” you groaned out, your mouth falling open. her hand made its way up your body, slipping under your shirt and your bra, groping your tit.

she squeezed softly, rolling your hardened nipple around her pointer and middle finger. she was gifted at this, you had to admit that.

she started swiping at your clit quickly, overstimulating it as she tongue-fucked you. you could no longer register the dialogue of the movie well enough, wanting to only focus on the beautiful girl in front of you.

her voice, her face, her body, her tits, her ass, her moans. everything was on the screen at your disposal. you wish you could break into the projection booth and steal the tape for yourself. you could watch it over and over again, admiring her beauty.

you felt like you were about to explode. your brain had too many thoughts swimming around it while you tried to focus on one thing. you felt yourself clench around mikey’s tongue— but there was something else.

oh.

“wait! wait!” you couldn’t control yourself as liquid squirted directly out of you and into mikey’s mouth. you could hear her stifled chuckle as she drank you dry, she was enjoying this too much.

you tried to push her head away as she kept going, refusing to let anything go to waste. you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding when she finally came up for air.

her face was drenched in you.

“jesus baby, you’ve never done that before.” she giggled, rubbing your thigh as you panted in your seat. “we’ll have to do this more often.”

“i might kill you.” you joked, dry-chuckling.

“if i get to die between your legs, covered in your cum. i think i’d be happy.” she shrugged. turning again to face the movie. she let out a droning ‘hmmm…’ sound, as if thinking.

“mikey, don’t you dare.” you threatened.

“oh… but i do dare.”

—

author’s journal

probably my favorite little smut drabble that i’ve written so far. i actually enjoyed this so much hehe.

not much for me to say here except i hope you all enjoyed this one too!

kisses xx

[the-thing-withfeathers]

mikey madison masterlist

one shots

princess has a request — smut

-> mikey x f!reader x jenna ortega

drabbles

eyes on the screen — smut

-> mikey x f!reader

[the-thing-withfeathers]

jenna ortega masterlist

ongoing series: the archer’s arrow

-> wednesday addams x f!reader

one shots

envy — mild angst to fluff

-> wednesday addams x f!reader

winding down — fluff

-> jenna x f!reader x sabrina carpenter

princess has a request — smut

-> jenna ortega x f!reader x mikey madison

let me do this — fluff

-> wednesday addams x f!reader

[comet-forgot-you]

mhm mhm

eyes on the screen (m.m)

a/n: hehe.

pairing: mikey madison x f!reader

warnings: smut, babes, smut. public sex. oral (r receiving). squirting. vulgar language.

—

you hadn’t gone to the premiere with her, she wanted the two of you to have a private showing. and now you knew exactly why.

you bit down on your lip so hard you thought you might draw blood. watching your girlfriend get fucked on the screen was enough to send a flood straight to your lower half.

and having her eyes drill holes into the side of your face was not helping.

“like what you see?” she teased you, a hand running up and down your thigh. she knew that taking you here would get a reaction out of you.

you rolled your eyes at her, “how could i not? your tits are literally on the screen.”

you squeezed your legs together, desperate for friction to solve the ever-growing arousal pooling between your legs.

“c’mon baby, let me help you.” she cooed, stepping up out of her seat and scooting in between your legs. it was a tight fit considering she was kneeling between cinema seats, but she was content.

she made quick work of taking your panties off, discarding them somewhere in the cinema. you guessed that you wouldn’t be able to find them later.

she buried her face deep into your cunt, emitting a gasp from you. you looked down at her and she looked up at you, a glare forming on her face.

“did i say you could stop watching?” she asked, firmly. she pulled her mouth away from you as punishment for your unknowingly initiated disobedience. “eyes on the screen.”

“fuck…” you whined, your eyes returning to the screen. impatiently, you pushed her head back towards your dripping pussy again. she obliged and lapped at your arousal.

you could feel her tongue dragging itself up and down your slit, occasionally flicking against your clit. you slouched into your chair, giving mikey better access to you. your legs were pushed to the side, held there by her hands.

your fingers tangled in her hair, your hips rutting against her lips that were now wrapped around your swollen clit. she dug her nails into your thighs, grounding you.

your eyes were glued to the screen, the image of your girlfriend’s perfect body pushed you closer to the edge.

mikey’s tongue swirled around your entrance, teasing your hole. you could feel your cunt pulsing, wanting more. she slid two fingers in, pumping them in and out of you.

your moans were syncing up with her whines on screen, it was a fucking symphony to her ears. your head fell back slightly but you managed to keep your eyes on the movie.

it was almost overwhelming how good she was fucking you. your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your stomach tightening, you were getting close. she suddenly stopped her movements altogether.

“baby.” she slapped your thigh. “what did i just say?” she pulled her lips away, her chin basically dripping with you. “tell me what the fuck i said.”

“e— fuck— eyes on the screen.” you were struggling to speak, your brain going fuzzy. you couldn’t even follow the plot at this point, your mind clouded with your girlfriend.

you forced your eyes open and you craned your neck back up so you could focus. she dove straight back in, indicating that she was satisfied with your position.

she lapped at you again, her tongue flat against your pussy. her fingers resumed their pace and your thighs started to quiver. she knew what that meant.

“mikey… mi— fuck! gonna cum!” you cried out, you started to lend forward as the band in your stomach threatened to snap.

“mmhm.” her muffled voice resonated in your ears as you finished on her face, your hips bucking into her. you could have broken her nose with the force you exerted.

you whined softly as you came down from your high. you thought that was the end of it until mikey turned her head towards the screen.

she paused for a second before turning back to your glistening cunt, running her fingers over your clit again. your body jolted with the sudden contact.

“mikey, what’re you doing?” you asked her, leaning back in your seat.

“there’s at least like 20 more minutes of sex, baby. did you think i was just gonna let you go without satisfaction for the rest of it?”

she brought her tongue down to fuck your hole, you grunted softly at the sudden feeling of being wrapped around her tongue. her fingers worked your clit, rubbing quick circles on it.

“fuck… you’re gonna be the death of me.” you groaned out, your mouth falling open. her hand made its way up your body, slipping under your shirt and your bra, groping your tit.

she squeezed softly, rolling your hardened nipple around her pointer and middle finger. she was gifted at this, you had to admit that.

she started swiping at your clit quickly, overstimulating it as she tongue-fucked you. you could no longer register the dialogue of the movie well enough, wanting to only focus on the beautiful girl in front of you.

her voice, her face, her body, her tits, her ass, her moans. everything was on the screen at your disposal. you wish you could break into the projection booth and steal the tape for yourself. you could watch it over and over again, admiring her beauty.

you felt like you were about to explode. your brain had too many thoughts swimming around it while you tried to focus on one thing. you felt yourself clench around mikey’s tongue— but there was something else.

oh.

“wait! wait!” you couldn’t control yourself as liquid squirted directly out of you and into mikey’s mouth. you could hear her stifled chuckle as she drank you dry, she was enjoying this too much.

you tried to push her head away as she kept going, refusing to let anything go to waste. you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding when she finally came up for air.

her face was drenched in you.

“jesus baby, you’ve never done that before.” she giggled, rubbing your thigh as you panted in your seat. “we’ll have to do this more often.”

“i might kill you.” you joked, dry-chuckling.

“if i get to die between your legs, covered in your cum. i think i’d be happy.” she shrugged. turning again to face the movie. she let out a droning ‘hmmm…’ sound, as if thinking.

“mikey, don’t you dare.” you threatened.

“oh… but i do dare.”

—

author’s journal

probably my favorite little smut drabble that i’ve written so far. i actually enjoyed this so much hehe.

not much for me to say here except i hope you all enjoyed this one too!

kisses xx