@n0thingandnobody Asked: "Good Girl" / Mikey + Holly
@n0thingandnobody asked: "Good girl" / mikey + holly 🙂↕️
Her pupils are blown from their previous substances she has abused that night- though that doesn't stop her from imbibing in more. It's an all day thing for them, usually. Hiding in the office during a particularly slow period, making white powder disappear with their noses before someone knocks on the door ( sometimes literally being caught with dicks in hand ). Unfortunately, today had been a slow day.
Home wasn't any much different. Fight ?? Coke. Happy ?? Coke. Bored ?? Coke. The stuff had become addictive to Holly, and Mikey. It had become a part of their every day ritual, even Nick was becoming concerned with their habits, but they were too fucked up to care.
It doesn't surprise her when Mikey pins her hips against the table, hands reaching for her thighs to lift her against the table. She settles on the hard surface, knees spreading to let him rest between her thighs. They hadn't been home long, having just stepped through that door not even moments ago. And she lets him… god does she let him. Holly would let this man kill her if it meant she could be with him forever.
Mikey reaches for the white substance in his pocket. The small watch pocket of his Levi’s that Holly has lovingly nicknamed the coke pocket. Chest rises, pressing into his as she watches the man fumble with the plastic bag. She raises a fist, fully ready to have a miniture pile poured onto the back of her hand. Though the looks of confusion is fast to spread across her visage when he dips a finger into it. He always let her have the first bump when they were together, what’s different now ??
“ Open. “
The words catch her off guard, though she does as told, she always did. She was a good girl. Lips part, tip of her tongue just slightly pressed past her bottom lip. His finger slips under her top lip. It takes a moment for the taste to find her tongue, though not long, as he pulls fingers back, her hand snatches for his wrist. Mouth envelopes his fingers, tongue pressing to the pads of his fingers. She sucks the remaining residue off, the taste of rubbing alcohol and gasoline flood her senses.
His chuckle fills the silence between them, smile spreading wide across his own face. It’s then that he removes his hand and it finds a new home wrapped around her throat. The gasp that leaves her pretty mouth forced words from his.
“ Good girl. “ If his grin could grow any wider, it would.
Pearly whites sink into her plush, bottom lip, legs pulling him in closer. Her heart skips a beat, butterflies fill her stomach ( they did anytime he smiled ). His lips crash against hers, the taste of cocaine now on his own tastebuds. His grip grows tighter on her throat and she moans into his mouth, pulling back slightly to let out a shaky breath.
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Eyes shut for a moment as the praise spills from her lips once more. Inked skin twitches under her touch, happily standing for her. Hands remain planted on her hips as Nickolas towers over her now. Nearly a foot.
" What'ya want, baby ?? "
He asks in a voice too soft for him, reserved only for the three women in his life, and the girl he swore to protect even when he had divorced her mother. Fate, among them. Yes, he's married... yes, he had bought her services, and in fact, he still does, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy her company. In fact, he enjoys it a lot- more than he had intended to. Nickolas King Russo is one lucky bastard.
@thehollyverse's nick & the fate
𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 : grins, frowns, noses scrunched ; being around him is like a punch in the gut, but fate doesn't even let out the tiniest of grunts at the impact, nor at the painful aftermath that follows.
the exclusive whore already knows all the buttons of nick's — which ones to press and when, what pressure to apply & for how long should they be held down. she's by his side for so long because she knows what he needs, no guesses taken : since day one, binded by the unspoken contract forever.
dainty fingers trace from bicep to nick's shoulders, grazing each scar, bullet hole, cut yet to be healed, & miriam humms pretending to be thinking about it. too much stress on his back, she feels the tension ( wouldn't touch him if she didn't need to find out extra details about his state, now would she? ).
❝ you have, ❞ she admits after the fake - consideration, thumbs digging into flesh, fingers sprawled on broad shoulders. all trust, another step forward taken guided by the pull of familiar hands. ❝ good, good boy. ❞ tilt od the head, blonde mess of bangs falling onto icy - grey eyes. ❝ fetch me a drink? ❞
