yes y'all i finally created a fic page bc i can't be freaky on main.
MDNI—this for the grown folks. i beg you to enjoy your youth.
absolutely adore writing smut. will also write fluff and angst. requests are not open just yet, simply having fun atm :* pls search #🎾 on my page to access my works (and soon masterlist) faster.
so far these hotties and universes are on the fic menu:
💓 boyliife
💓 pedro pascal & characters
💓 sinners (2025)
💓 sons of anarchy
💓 tyriq withers & characters
💓 ville valo
💖lmk if u have any questions, dietary restrictions, etc.💖
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ :summary: you guys talking mess on the phone, simple as that !
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ : contains: cuss words, pet names , that’s about it. badera!michael husband!michael, being messy (reader is seen as black, but she can be wtv race u want!)
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ : a/n : REALLY short! also i got inspiration from videos whewwww chile michael was onnat phone talking shi all day..
your husband was away, he was on tour. You missed him a lot, it’s been a couple of months, and the last time he called was about.. last week.
Well, until now.
The phone rung while you were making dinner, thank the Lord the cord was long enough to reach so you can multi task. You picked the phone up, putting it to your ear.
“Hello?” you smiled, holding the phone between your ear and your shoulder.
“Baby,” Michael started, it seemed like he just finished a show. “this shit is crazy.” He said, which caught you off guard because he rarely ever curses.
“Huh? What happened?” You giggle, getting ready to hear all the gossip.
“Girl..” He started, leaning back in his chair.
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It’s been about a hour since you answered the phone, you’re now sitting on the counter, still listening to what Michael had to say.
“And i told her even, I told her i said “you don’t want to do that,” I told her that fat-head rascal of a boyfriend of hers wasn’t any right, and she went back.. i saw them backstage, and when i say i was pissedddd.” Michael chuckled, as you just sighed, this is usually how phone-calls went around here, Michael talking your ear off.
“Did you confront her?” you asked, scooping the rest of your dinner onto your spoon, eating it. “I mean… i think you’re just… to invested in her life.” You mumble, using a suggestive tone.
“yes, i know! i tried baby.. believe me, i tried.. but she comes to me, crying. And, you know i’m a empathist, or whatever the word is.. so now whatever she’s feeling, i’m feeling it!”
You sighed, really tired about this bullshit, you didn’t want to hear anymore about it.. you really didn’t, so you did the best thing you could do.
“….i—i— hell—- hell—— mi—“ You fake glitched into the phone, having to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter.
“…baby, what? Your- your phones breaking up.” Michael said, worriedly, you can hear him tapping his phone, trying to get it to connect.
“I— i—“ you whispered into the phone, before ringing it back into its cradle, walking away from the technology.
You’ll call him next week.
a/n: can yall tell this is old??😭😭 im js tryna push out all my draftssssss ehhhh , also this js sum to hold yall overrrr, until i give out the GOOD works
a/n: if this is doo doo out the butt y'all were warned this is also nawt proof read sooo PLZ DO NAWT READ IF UNDER 18 !!!!
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You had been talking with Zane for what felt like one thousand years about getting you out to the “Butcher House.” He had been helping you with music and producing for a hot minute now. But you two had joked that coming from LA up to him would be the unofficial way to formally welcome you into the music collective he ran- although most people already assumed you were at this point.
To say you were anxious was… quite the understatement. Sure, over text, he had been friendly enough, you two had of course even facetimed, video called, etc., quite a few times, especially when he would help with your songs or the two times you two had done collab songs. But not only were you going to see him face-to-face for the first time, but you were also staying at his place for your short stay. Now, some may say you had no sense of logic nor self preservation for taking him up on his offer. But… you may have had just a tiny… little… actually incredibly huge crush on Zane.
Cliche. Yes, you were aware. As everyone who was friends with you said just that to you.
But lucky for you, they were not here. But what was here instead was the deep sinking feeling in your gut as you walked through the airport, looking for what had to be an insanely easy person to spot, but you did not have to wait very long as your phone began to buzz in the pocket of your hoodie.
You faintly let a smile crack upon your lips as you read his contact name before quickly answering.
“Hey, where are you?”
He said as soon as you picked up, making you let out a soft chuckle as you continued to look around, expecting him to be posted up in the same type of fits he always wore on social media.
“Mhm… I just left the baggage claim. Where are you?”
He paused for a second on the other end, which is when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned and were faced with Zane, a smile cracking on his own lips as he pulled you into a side hug.
As odd as it was to say, he looked a lot… more normal? He was wearing black sweats, a white shirt- Affliction naturally, and some black boots. He looked a bit too good, which had you ducking your head as you guys talked as he showed you the way to where he had parked his car.
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After a bit of a drive, which was getting back from the airport to his house, you guys have finally made it. After about half a pack of cigarettes shared between the two of you, a liquor store stops for recording snacks and drinks, and about as much catching up as two can do when you spoke nearly every day.
“Uh, there’s an extra room next to mine, that’s yours while you’re here, just don’t like burn the shit down.”
He said with a rough laugh as he showed you around the house.
The house was about what you expected, if anything, a little bit cleaner if you were being honest…
“Thanks again. I’m super excited to be here. It’s still crazy to me.”
“Aww, are you being a fangirl right now?”
He teased as he opened the door to the room you would be staying in, simple and clean- smelled like cigarettes though, as did most of the things in the house.
You rolled your eyes as you stepped into the room, watching as he placed your suitcase by the bed,
“I am not fangirling. Am I not allowed to be excited to meet my friend in person for the first time?”
He shrugged softly,
“Well, to be fair… You were my fan at some point…”
You shook your head and laughed as you moved to plop yourself down on the bed, as you looked up at him.
“Anywaysss…”
You said as you dragged out the word,
“We do have a song to finish, y’know?”
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Who knew that one sentence would get you trapped in the studio until what had to be at least 3 AM at this point?
You were currently sitting with headphones, staring at the ceiling, eyes low and heavy from the pure exhaustion you felt, just lopping the track, picking it apart for anything that needed to be rerecorded or changed in some way.
You closed your eyes as you continued to listen to the song loop for at least the fifth time. But your moment was over as Zane came behind your chair, pulling the headphones off of your ears as he looked down at you. You slowly peeled your tired eyes open as he spoke,
“There ain’t no way you don’t think the songs done.”
You sighed as you followed him as he came to take his seat beside you in the other computer chair. You did not reply as you watched him sit beside you, pulling the headphones over his head, staring at the monitor that held all the combo of shit that had made this song.
You really had been trying to ignore that warm feeling you felt deep within you, pretty much since the moment you got to see him face-to-face. For quite a few reasons,
You were 95% sure the feelings were completely one-sided
In a way, he was like your boss since essentially anything you did reflected Haunted Mound as a collective
This trip was supposed to last another 2 days
But the way he looked right now, as he grabbed a cigarette off the desk, sliding it between his lips, leaning back as he let out a drag, had you feeling like a cold shower was the only cure to getting this song out without losing your damn mind.
But unfortunately, that was not an option right now.
What was an option, though, was what you were about to do- maybe you could blame sleep deprivation if you really needed to.
You stood up and slowly but carefully slid between where his legs had been separated. He quirked an eyebrow at you in response,
“Yo, you good?”
But before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned down and captured his lips.
You felt him stall for a second, but barely that, because quickly after, his lips began to move against yours, his hands moving up to gently pull you closer to him, and eventually manage to pull you onto his lap.
That caused you to pull away from his lips, a smile gracing your lips as you looked down at his face, seeing an uncharacteristically bright smile on his own face.
“Never thought you’d get the clue.”
He said as he moved to slip the headphones off his head, but you quickly moved to grab his hand, shaking your head.
“This’ll make it better.”
You replied, not that he could even probably hear you. Before he could try to refute your point, you kissed his lips again, although deeper this time. He tasted like cigarettes and something sweet, almost like gum.
You pulled away slowly and began to leave deep, harsh marks along the pale skin of his neck, but you did not stop as you looked up to see his eyes screwed tightly shut, which was only punctuated by the feeling of his nails digging into the fabric of your shorts.
It did not take long to feel him poking through his sweat pants, causing you to smile as you pulled away from his neck.
Your smile bloomed more as you looked at his neck,
“Holy shit,”
You said as you covered your face, as you let out a giggle.
He looked like he had been attacked by a vampire.
He opened his eyes, brows knitted together in confusion,
“Why’d you stop?”
He said, nearly pouting.
You shook your head as you moved back to kissing his lips, deciding his neck had been attacked enough.
The minute you slid your tongue back into his mouth, the two muscles fighting for dominance, you began to roll your hips over him, feeling the heat in your stomach spread to soak your panties.
He had pulled away from your lips to try and pull your shirt off, to which you quickly swatted his hand away, kissing along his jaw as you gently moved one ear of the headphones as you purred into his ear,
“Isn’t this already so nice?”
You said airily as you continued to move against him, lifting one of your hands from where they had been perched along his shoulders, fixing the headphones, as you began to move your hips just a bit faster.
Zane was looking up at you like you single-handedly held the answers to every secret in the world, as you had personally held the moon for him.
If that was not enough, he would, every once in a while, let out the softest whine,
Which only seemed to get you closer to your release at an accelerated rate.
If you had to guess, he was not much more behind you than his tight grip on your hips began to help you move more softly, causing you to let out your own soft whines as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, breathing in his scent, moving the headphones once more as you softly whined to him,
“Are you close?”
He nodded quickly from where his head now sat, buried into the side of your neck, where you had felt him suck his own hickeys.
It took two more deep grinds, your hips against his, before you felt your release, like a band snapped inside you and washed the whole world in white as it did.
Just like you had guessed, he was not far behind you, as he continued to move your hips against him, overstimulating you in the process, before he shuddered against you, letting out a strained whine against your neck.
For a couple of seconds, you two just held each other in the other's arms as you caught your breath.
Eventually, you pulled back from him, sliding the headphones from his ears, smiling like a kid in a candy store- despite the exhaustion- as you said softly,
“So how’s the song?”
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