#HE SUCKED MICHAEL'S DICK LAST NIGHT

[wlfchnlv3r]

Hi! So I just read virgin!hyunjin from you...and...I need more???

Can I request a virgin!felix please!!!

Seven minutes in heaven

Virgin nerd!Felix x Popular!Fem reader

Synopsis: Felix is the school nerd, one night he tries to go to a party and he is forced to play “seven minutes in heaven” with your friends group.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 🔞, mdni, blowjob, losing of virginity, cum eating, riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex and a little bit of fluff.

Note: virgin Felix is my new religion.

Felix enters the house where the party is taking place. He immediately regrets coming there, and start to walk to the nearest exit, but someone stops him.

It’s Michael, he’s school bully, who drags him in the living room, where a group of people is playing what he thinks is seven minutes in heaven.

You are ready to spin the bottle but Michael, the school dickhead, interrupts the game pushing a guy right next to you.

“He wants to play too” Michael chuckle with a mischievous smirk.

Felix looks visibly uncomfortable but can’t really refuse to join the group.

It’s your turn, you smile spinning the bottle, that after a moment stops on Felix.

Everyone starts to laugh saying your and Felix’s name.

You stand up and watch the boy near you.

One of your friends encourages him to follow you in the walk-in closet and he reluctantly follows you.

Felix hears your friends close the door, locking you two in the closet.

He looks at you, avoiding eye contact as his face grew red.

you look at him “so… what do you want me to do?” you just ask.

Felix shrugs, shaking a little “I- I dont know…” he looks down as he cant even look you in the eyes.

You watch him for a second before speaking again “Mh… you are without doubt a virgin”.

His eyes widens as he starts to deny it “N-no.. i uh…” he lies.

“Sure…”

Felix looks away embarrassed “D-dont say stuff like that” his checks are now of a dark shade of red.

You giggle lightly “how cute, you are a shy ones”

“I- uhh…” he starts to stumble over his words as he looks anywhere except you.

You close the distance and cut him off ��You want me to touch you, Felix?”.

He is hyperventilating “I- uhm” He knows the answer but he cant say it, he really can’t.

You smirk, an idea popping in your head as you start to unzip his jeans, lowering them.

He is clearly shocked and embarrassed. He tries to hide himself a little “W-what are you-“ Felix tries to say.

“I’m gonna make you feel good” your gaze is tear between his hardening bulge and his angelic face.

“B-but what if someone hears..?” he looks at the door, his heart beating faster every second.

You just chuckle “they won’t hear anything, don’t worry”.

Felix gulps, blushing but trying to accept it “O-okay” he looks nervous and he IS nervous.

You give a Quick Look at his red face before kneeling in front of him, your hands brushes against the material of his boxers right where is cock is.

He lets out a shaky breath as he couldnt believe what is happening.

You leave a kiss on his bulge before pulling them off “god- Felix you are big- I didn’t expect that”.

He blushes even more “Y-you dont have to say stuff like that..”.

“It’s the truth, I don’t even think I can…take it in my mouth” you chuckle licking his tip, and taking in your hand the base of his dick.

He lets out a breath, covering his mouth to not make any noise.

the moment he covers his mouth you stop and look at him “I want to hear you, Felix, don’t cover your pretty mouth”.

Felix lets out a soft moan as he lets go of his mouth, feeling you licking his entire length.

He lets a gasp out, his face is bright red and his heart beats even faster as he looks at you.

You caress his tip with your thumb, and give him a last look in the eyes, before taking him in your mouth suck him off.

Felix shivers trying to stay quiet “p-please b-be gentle..” as he watches your mouth full of him dick “oh- god”.

He reaches out for something to grab. His thighs shake a bit.

You slow a bit and take his hand moving it in your hair.

Felix holds your hair, trying to grip it gently and when you increase your movements he trembles a little, still gently tugging at your hair; His breathing is heavier and shaky as he tries not to moan and whimpers.

You feel his eyes on you so you look up at him while sucking him.

He lets out a soft moan as you do that “O-oh..” he bites his lip to try to be quiet and trembles a little.

Felix feels his cock throbbing from the pleasure and he knows he is close, his grip on your hair tighten a little.

You slow down your movements, taking him deeper.

He whimpers quietly as he release his seed in your throat, Felix lets out a soft groan and covers his mouth with a hand to not be loud. His breathing is shaky as he relaxes his grip on your hair.

You slowly back down and swallow his cum before speaking “you ok…?”.

He is bright red, trying to catch his breath as his thighs shook “Y-yes.. good” Felix is flustered, still looking at her not knowing what to say.

You stand up, looking at him “ehi- it’s ok, you don’t have to say anything”.

he looks up at her “C-could i..” he stops himself mid sentence, too embarrassed to finish it but when you look at him he takes a deep breath “C-could u.. sit..” he struggles to say it.

Felix finally speaks “C-could you sit on my lap?” he is still embarrassed but he asks it anyway.

“You want me to…sit on your lap?” You try to understand.

“Y-yes..” he is still not able to look her in the eyes.

“Wait- are you asking me to ride you?” You giggle lightly.

Felix turns bright red and nods “I-if you want to..”.

You stare at him for a moment and close the gap between you two, giving him a soft kiss “what about we get out of here and find a more intimate place…?”.

His face turns brighter and he nods “Y-yes please..” he whispers still trying to pull it together.

You guys exit the closet and without saying anything you drag him upstairs.

Felix follows you, still in shock. His heart is still beating like crazy as they enter the room and watches you lock the door.

You look at him smiling “you are so cute, Felix”.

His face turns redder “i- im n- not cute..” he tries to deny it.

“Mh yes sure” you say mocking him “honey, sit on the bed” your voice is soft and comforting.

“O-okay..” he sits down on the bed, still flustered but trying to seem calm.

You straddle on his lap slowly cupping his cheeks.

Felix blushes as she sits on his lap. He gulps, flustered. He doesnt know where to put his hands so they stay on the bed.

“You can touch me, you know that?” You softly laugh.

He gulps and nods “y-yeah..” he slowly reaches out and carefully touches your thighs.

“So cute…” you smile before starting to gently kiss his lips.

He is still nervous but kisses you back, his hands pull you closer as he deepens the kiss.

You bite his bottom lip and cups his cheeks kissing him roughly, while his hands move up to your hips.

“You taste sweet, Felix” you admit blushing a little.

He is going insane “Y-you too..” he kisses you again, holding you closer. He is getting more confident and he is starting to pull your hips a little closer to his own. Trying to get some friction.

Your hands go down freeing his now hard erection from his jeans; He lets out a soft sound into the kiss, surprised by your action and shivers, now his hands are holding your hips tighter.

You start to grind on his dick “have you ever do that?” You ask with anticipation.

Felix shakes his head “N-no.. i have n-never”, you just nod, without wasting time you lift up your tight dress and pull aside your panties “are you sure?”.

His face turns bright red again, his mind is racing. He nods, looking at you with wide eyes.

You sit on him, beginning to slip on his dick “g-god…”.

He moans, holding you tightly “w-wait-wait a moment please” he shivers from pleasure.

After a few moments he gives you a quick nod, and you start moving your hips slowly, trying to take his cock as much as you can.

Felix holds your hips, pulling you closer as he lets himself give in to your beautiful features; Your close eyes and your red lips are gonna make him go crazy, he knows it.

“tell if you want…me to go..d-deeper or f-faster” you say with a moan.

He gulps “Y-yes.. please..” his heart is racing as he talks more confident than before.

You nod and quickly increase your pace; The room is full of your moans and the sounds of wet skin.

Felix groans, gripping your hips so tight his knuckles are turning white as you moan his name, again and again.

He can barely speak “I-i can’t” looking at you, and blushing furiously. His breathing is shaky and his whimpers become soft moans “i-I’m” he grips your hips again, his head falls down as he moans.

You know he is close and before he is able to finish inside your cunt, you slip out of him as he release all of his cum on your stomach.

Felix leans his head against your shoulder, breathing heavy as he finished “s-sorry..” he doesnt move from his vulnerable spot against you.

You are trying to catch your breath “it’s- it’s ok, don’t worry” you say pulling him closer; He holds your back and relaxes, his body pressed up against yours as he holds onto you.

After a few moments you look at him and quickly give him a kiss on his forehead “you did so well, honey”.

Felix cant stop blushing “I- i dont know a lot about this..” he doesnt really know what to say, his heart is still beating fast “-so i guess that i dont really know what u liked or anything..”.

“Ehi- I promise you did so good”.

His anxiety reduces a little as he calms down “o- okay..” he moves a little closer to you, relaxing a bit.

You are lost in the thoughts of him “I was thinking…can I have your number?” You speak looking at him.

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CUNT! MICHAEL MYERS X F READER.

(Nothing but smutty smut.)

SCENE!

It’s late at night and Michael hasn’t been home for months. He usually disappeared like this, leaving you all alone.

And tonight you just happened to be horny.

You were in bed, in your room. Hands under the blankets pressing through your pants to get a feel at the outline of your wet area.

Legs clenched as you panted out, sucking your bottom lip heaving.

You could smell your clothed heat all around the room.

Michael destroyed your phone so you really didn’t have the accessibility to porn, so you thought about the only dick that’s driven you insane.

The only dick that you’re allowed to have.

“Hmph” your sweet echoes fill the room, your pussy clenching around the air begging to be filled. You toss the blanket off of you before doing a Quick Look around.

You pull down your pants in a hurry, scratching your skin in the process. You wince but ignore the pain.

Your hands immediately going to your soaking pussy down under, you positioned yourself before sinking a finger in, trembling around it.

Inserting another-

Two fingers sinking deep in your core. Pressing the tip of your fingertips at your G-Spot each press having earning a high pitched moan.

Your whining echoed throughout the halls, begging for him, it almost felt better knowing that you could call out with no shame because he wasn’t here. He couldn’t hear you be a desperate bitch for him. You were desperate for an evil motherfucker who couldn’t care less about anything or you.

You flip over with your back in the air and knees up, knuckles deep in yourself, a better angle on what spots to hit, hands covered in your wet juices.

“Fuck, Michael, God, fuck.”

His name was all in your mouth, leaving and coming back. You couldn’t help but lean into your own touch your hips bucking in the air, craving something long and hard pressuring your clit.

Wanting to relieve the feeling of your fingers doing its ritual cycle again.

You cried out in as your eyes went white, all that finger pounding and air thrusting almost topped off.

You went to thrust in the direction of your hand just to feel how deep you could go, how much more can you take or how long could you take it.

Mid swing when you hit something hard and solid.

Causing your hand to dig yourself deeper into you.

“Mmm oh!”

A long dragged out moan, cum dripping from your fingertips and whatever you soaked behind you.

You tilted your head back, leaning left to take a look at what you bumped into.

A blue jumper.

Michaels abdomen was all you saw, covered in your very cum. you dragged your eyes up to his face in shame and embarrassment, seeing his judging dark eyes through his mask full of nothing but lust and intent.

His heavy breathing coming out like fog in the dim moonlight.

He grabbed your hair and spun you around in a circle , your face now eye level with his clothed dick.

His hand pushed your skull, smushing your face into his area mouth full of hard and erect clothed cock.

You felt him twitch, the wet print he had created dabbing your smushed nose.

You could hear his deep guttural grunt beneath the mask.

Your eyes lock with his with a look of confirmation, all it took was a look in his eye before you reach up to undo his buttons, as he looks down on you. You pull his sleeves off, almost a bit bewildered he’s letting you touch him this much.

You lick his print once, before removing the waterline of his jumper.

He didn’t wear boxers of any kind, his dick kinda outgrew the last too small pair.

He waited for you to pull his cock out, your small hand pulling out his erect dick. His cock sprung free, dripping with pre-cum, your heart thumping with anticipation.

You went to lick the tip before he grabbed your neck and shoved your mouth on his cock, bobbing you up and down, until your nose was smashed against the base of his dick. He really didn’t enjoy any kind of teasing.

He moved your head left and right, up and down, until you hit his good spot letting you up every so often so you could breath.

He let you breath before throwing your head back towards the pillows chest up. Legs open with spit and cum all over your face.

He grabbed your leg to drag you towards the edge of the bed, taking a look before shoving his dick into you angling himself right.

He was quick with his thrust, deeper and deeper with each pull. Heat was radiating off of his skin His breathing had became heavier than before, his deep gasps and growls.

The sound of smacking and the bed creaking filled the room.

Nearing the edge of his climax he grabbed your back and pulling you closer aiming to reach as deep as he could, getting your cervix and bruising it with the chase to cum in you.

Sitting there as his cock softened itself in you.

He let out a loud grunt, you felt the splatter happen inside of you. He shoved his cum coated cock back in his jumper , his eyes lowered and more sleepy looking than they were.

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REWARD HEADCANONS!

Michael is a very dominant guy, there will be no pegging, no submissiveness, nothing.

He takes what he wants, fucking you whenever he wants just because he’s horny.

Pounding even if it hurts, only stopping when he cum’s, even if you’ve already been milked out on his cock.

Sometimes he doesn’t even stop then, your ass covered in cum as he just pounds. You can hear his grunts and heavy panting under his mask.

Big into choking, he doesn’t even know that he is he just does it.

Wrapping one hand around your throat because that’s all that can fit, bruising your cervix every time you have sex.

Having to hold yourself up on whatever object he bent you over on, legs shaky and being unable to walk.

And even when you regain your ability, the soreness never goes away until weeks or even months later.

He rarely gives you time to heal before abusing your pussy once again.

Pushing your head down on the couch with your ass in the air, his huffing and puffing blowing fog from his mask.

He’s not really into grinding, he usually just takes his dick out and shoves it in.

Hates teasing. You tease him, he’ll give you a long choke while fucking you.

X

-AU First smut after writing break open to constructive criticism!

[joshfutturman]

'make me' 18+

oneshot (request) - mike comes home pretty tense, you know just how to 'take him down a few pegs' (3k words) pairing - mike schmidt (five night's at freddy's) + gn reader tags: oh boy here we go, reader pegs mike, strap-on, fingers in mouth (your fingers in his mouth), good boy mentions (once again :))), wet sounds mentioned, choking kink (with a tie), bent over a desk, desk fucking, spanking, begging, handjob, mike sucks the strap, bratty mike, light sub!mike / dom!reader, doggy style tw: smut! minors dni 18+ only

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mike had been in a mood since he walked through the door. you could feel it in the air. sometimes it was just like this with mike, and you accepted it. you'd let him do the silent treatment, sulk around the house - because you knew he'd be whimpering and begging for your attention later.

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mike had been in a mood since he walked through the door. you could feel it in the air. sometimes it was just like this with mike, and you accepted it. you'd let him do the silent treatment, sulk around the house - because you knew he'd be whimpering and begging for your attention later.

you watch on as he stomps past the living room where you sit, all the way into his bedroom. a sigh leaves your lips, knowing what you have to do.

a few gentle taps on his bedroom door and you enter to find him sitting on his bed with his back facing the door. he's gripping the sides of the bed with such force that his knuckles are turning white. it was that kind of day, huh?

crawling along his bed, you reach him and wrap your arms around his tense frame, resting your chin on his shoulder.

he sighs. not the response you want. "what is it?" mike asks snappily.

you contain a chuckle at his tone, instead running your hands slowly across his chest in an effort to relax him, "wanted to say welcome home."

"look, i don't-" his breath hitches in his throat when your hands travel along his lower stomach. you knew his sensitive spots better than he did, and the reaction you could illicit just from drifting your hands lower was. . . too cute.

"don't what, baby?" you ask, pressing a kiss to his ear. your hands begin to unbuckle his belt.

mike bites his lip, watching as your hands move to undress him from behind. he could already feel his cock twitching in his boxers at the thought of you getting closer.

"i think you need to relax. . ." your words fall from your tongue as you litter soft kisses all around his ear, "and i know just how to relax you, don't i?"

oh. mike knew exactly what you were talking about now. his heart began to race at the thought, instinctively glancing over at the drawer where you both kept your toys.

"this to relax me or you?" he hits back, eyes glued to your long fingers as they snake beneath his open pants, beginning to palm his bulge. mike's head is thrown back against your shoulder, huffing into the air. it's like he's been waiting for you to do that forever, when in reality it had only been twenty-four hours since you last had him in your hands.

a giggle slips from you, "oh i think we both know the answer to that. don't start playing smart with me, michael."

and just like that, he's putty in your hands, breathing softly as your hand works him through the fabric. his hips begin to roll a little against your palm, trying to get more friction. but you pull your hand away and he hisses, bringing his head up and shooting you a glare.

"if looks could kill," you joke, climbing over him and heading for the drawer, "don't look at me like that - i'm treating you."

"is that so?" mike pipes up, skimming you up and down with a hungry look.

you pull the strap-on from the drawer along with some lube, "yes." you simply respond.

just the sight of it has his dick craning upward inside his boxer shorts, aching for escape. but he couldn't let you have it that easy.

"maybe i don't wanna." he says with a shrug and a nonchalant expression, suppressing the fact that he really. . . really does want it.

you feel a smirk tugging at the side of your lips as you slide from your shorts and underwear, adjusting the strap to fit snugly against your hips. mike watches on with his mouth slightly agape, holding back drool.

"you don't wanna?" you hum, walking over towards him before stopping in front between his knees. your strap is inches from his chin but he keeps his eyes firmly up on you. leaning down, you take his hand and place it on the strap and he swallows hard. "is that why you're already so hard i can already see your dick through your underwear?"

mike glares once more, slowly easing his grip along the shaft of the strap, mind racing to all of the times he's been stuffed full with it. "shut up." is all he retorts with. his eyes glance to the length of it, only for a split second but you notice.

"such an angry boy today, aren't we?" your lips pull into a pout, lacing your thumb and forefinger under his chin to tilt his head up, "need to fuck that right out of you."

"yeah?" mike smirks like he's challenging you, "i'd like to see you try."

your fingers on his chin trail up to his mouth, plunging a few in after a little resistance. mike's tongue laps at your fingers, looking up at you with a grumpy yet lustful expression - like he's slowly coming around to being submissive for you.

"good. . . that's good. . ." you moan softly, pulling your soaking fingers from his mouth before aiming your strap where they left, "but you can do better."

mike eyes the strap and then looks back up to you, "make me."

such a brat, you thought, but fuck, it turned you on so much to hear him say that line.

you grab the back of his head, pushing the strap into his mouth slowly and he moans when it slides in, causing you to moan too. a few pumps and he has the rhythm down. those deep hazel eyes look up into yours while you mouth fuck him, gasping at how deep he takes it.

"you're getting it nice and wet for me," you coo, running your fingers through his curls as you feel it hit the back of his throat. he takes it like a champ, placing firm hands on your thighs to help the thrusts. his eyes water a bit, tears running down his cheeks from how hard and how deep you're going. he's moaning all along it, sending deep vibrations to your core.

and then you pull out, leaving just a trail of spit connecting the two of you as mike chases the strap slightly. he gasps for breath, drool running down his chin. fuck, he looks so fucking good like this. staring up at you through hooded lids with his mouth half open.

"you look so pretty like this for me." you admire him, tilting your head as he swallows and wipes his chin, seemingly coming back to reality, "sometimes i wonder if you prefer it in your mouth to your-"

"are you gonna talk all day? or are you gonna fuck me?" mike barks back in the middle of your sentence, scowling at you with a look that would send anyone else running. but you knew him. you knew he liked to fight back, to snarl and bite. because at the end of the day, you were the one holding his leash.

"big talk for a boy who just had my strap in his mouth." you pull on his loosened tie, causing it to tighten and for him to be pulled closer. he sucks air in through his teeth, gripping your hand with force.

you loved him from this angle, the strap inches from his cheek as he stares daggers into your eyes. no one else but you would be able to notice the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

"gonna apologise?" you ask, pulling him to his feet by the tie. you stare at one another in silence for a few seconds.

"no." mike simply says.

you grin, "good."

you turn him around, pushing him towards his desk and he stumbles against it, gripping the front with those firm hands of his. "watch it-" mike begins to growl when you deliver a swift smack to his backside. this earns a small gasp from him and his head snaps over his shoulder to look at you in disbelief.

"behave." you hum, pressing up behind him. he can feel the tip of the strap nudging against him and it almost makes his knees weak. placing a gentle hand on his back, you begin to bend him over and he follows, hands sliding along the wood so his palms are splayed across the grain.

"good." you say once again and smile, pulling his pants and underwear down slowly. his begging cock springs free and he sighs in relief, but his eyes widen when your hand finds it and begins pumping.

"see what happens when you're good?" you whisper into his ear, working him gradually. his girth hardly fits in your hand, thumb grazing his tip and melting as you feel the drops of his precum.

mike doesn't have the capacity to bite back, not when your hands are stroking him so fucking good with your lips at his ear. he bites his lip, holding back short moans that are threatening to escape. mike was always like this, desperately trying to keep quiet when all he wants to do is squeal. and all you wanted to do was hear him.

"let it out," you sing into his ear, letting out a soft breath to encourage him, "c'mon baby, moan for me."

"fucking hell. . ." mike chokes out, brows knitting together, sweat forming under his shirt.

and you love the way he struggles to contain himself like you're chipping away at a wall, piece by piece, stroke by stroke. his breaths become uneven, shaky, and desparate.

until that sweet sound is sung - he moans under his breath. once, twice, then three times and you know you've got him now.

"good boy," you encourage him with a warm smile, "i think you've earned a treat now."

"hurry. . . up," mike pants out. but you're already bending him further over, his hands moving further along the wood. the absence of your hand on his dick already feels too much. he gasps in surprise when he feels the cool lube against his ass and the wet strap mixed with lube and his spit, rub against his tight hole. he did tell you to hurry, after all.

his cheeks suddenly begin to flush, he's not even fucking completely undressed. standing in his shirt, tie and socks. and you think he looks so hot, hotter that his body wasn't completely exposed. it made it look desperate, sexy.

the way his broad shoulders were leaning over the desk, you watched them as you played with the strap along his entrance, observing as his shoulder muscles tensed every time you danced past it.

"are you gonna be a good boy and take it?" you ask, knowing that'll rile him up immediately.

"just put it in," mike groans, half in frustration and half begging.

you pause, "what was that?"

he exhales through his nose and looks over his shoulder at you, "put it in, please." the please was in a mocking tone. but that was the magic word.

you gradually lean in again, close to his ear. the anticipation is killing him. finding his tie, you grip it, "tell me you want it."

his eyes find you and he gives you a look of disbelief. of course he fucking wants it! "are you kidding?"

"no," you reaffirm, edging the tip against him, "tell me you want my strap."

mike tilts his head back, relishing the feeling yet fighting the need to be disobedient. he'd always had an issue with authority, always testing the limits. but he knew how good it felt, he wanted. . . no, he needed to be fucked by you.

"i want it." he fights to get the words out.

not good enough. "want what?"

he clenches his fists, "i need it. i need your strap. fucking hell please." mike splutters out his words like he'd been holding them back the moment you wrapped your arms around him.

this catches you off guard, "oh, you don't just want it, you need it?"

mike feels like his whole body is about to explode if you don't just fuck him already. "just fuck me-" he begins to say just as you're sliding into him, causing his last word to melt into a long drawn-out moan.

you loved this part, feeling yourself slowly sink into him - the way his body invited you in, the wet sounds as the lube ran down his thighs. it shut him up too, or, well. . . he certainly wasn't talking anymore at least. those noises on the other hand.

you could listen to them for hours, days even, without getting tired. each moan a sort of beg for you to go deeper, inviting you further in. and when you bottom out inside of him, you can practically feel him begging for you to begin thrusting, for any kind of movement.

the room is silent apart from his shaky breaths, getting used to the way you feel inside of him again. you take this moment to pull his tie around the back of his neck, using it as an almost collar and leash. tightening it just right, just the way he likes it. he lets you know it's good by letting out his first whimper of the night.

your breath hitches in your throat from the sound of it, trailing your hand up the back of his shirt to stroke his back gently - your way of praising him.

squirming against the desk, mike glances back at you. "you look so fuckin' good back there," he mumbles breathlessly.

"and you look so good bent over for me," you grin, pulling your strap out and then slowly back in to catch his eyes roll back a little just before his head turns away again.

there's little resistance, mike had gotten used to this by now and most nights when he was alone? he was imagining this right here, you stuffing him full and him taking it like the little bitch he knew he was for you. pumping in and out in a slow rhythm at first, he whines and focuses on the wall ahead of him, anything to keep him grounded.

you look down to watch your strap disappear into his begging, slick hole. in and out. he was taking you so well. he always did. even if he was a complete brat about it beforehand. every. single. time.

but mike didn't want you to make love to him. he wanted you to fuck him.

so you pick up the pace, getting a good solid rhythm going as he's pushed into the desk by your thrusts each time. the wooden desk hits the wall with a hard and obnoxious 'thud thud thud' each time your hips connect with his ass, his body jolting forward. soft sounds of pleasure drip from his lips as he begins to slowly sink lower onto the desk, unable to keep his torso upright. he's on his elbows now, fingers sneaking to the back of the desk to keep a grip on something.

and you loved how he looked here, bent over, sweaty, curls stuck to his forehead as he tries to catch a glance of you fucking him. you pull on the tie, pulling his head back and causing his back to arch.

oh, and that causes him to go fucking wild. his moans get louder, wilder, more desperate. you're slamming into him now, wet sounds filling his bedroom as you relentlessly fuck the shit out of mike. his hand scrambles for his cock, beginning to pump it the best he could at this angle. as soon as he starts, that's when he really starts moaning.

"aw, are you getting close already baby?" you ask, pounding even faster. the desk is being rattled, pencil holders and rogue papers falling onto the floor with how hard you're fucking him. he's jerking himself even faster with an uneven pace, milking himself as your strap fills him nice and good.

"m' gonna cum-" mike whines, gasping for breath as his orgasm begins to build. in turn, you go faster, harder, turning him into a whimpering fucked out mess. pulling on the tie a little harder has his knees weak, the choking sensation causing his dick to throb with pleasure.

all the while you're watching mike come undone before your eyes, the same man who came home too stressed to even talk - now bouncing against your strap and being fucked against his own desk. so adorable.

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" you ask, slamming your hips against him almost aggressively, "cum for me, fucking cum for me. i wanna see it."

he's barely hanging on, feeling his hand cramp with how hard he's pumping his cock and his back aches from the arching. stars begin to cloud his vision, calling out your name as his dick begins twitching, sending out rope after rope of white hot cum onto the desk and the bottom of his shirt.

he tightens around you, feeling it as you move in and out of his tight hole, fluttering with pleasure. mike rides it out like a good boy, closing his eyes as his whole body spasms through the orgasm. the sounds he's making, ugh, they were almost enough to have you cumming on the spot.

mike's screaming for you to keep going and of course you comply, how can you deny him when he looks this good as he cums? it's like music to your ears, his little pleading words as he collapses onto the desk.

you keep the strap in him for a few more moments, and he enjoys the sensation of feeling full until you're suddenly pulling out of him, his hole clamping down on nothing. stepping back you fold your arms, looking at the picture in front of you.

he's bent over the desk, cum running down his legs and along the front of the desk, his legs still shaking a little.

"that feel good? you feel better?" you can't help but grin stupidly, admiring the way mike looked like this.

he didn't even respond, just a simple groan of approval.

mission complete: mike was fucked out.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. ‧₊˚ dedicated tags: @helen-on-earth @fatinhadesiners06 @boonam ‧₊˚ ily!! .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

[fourtyforever]

I knowwwww I'm supposed to be working on emergency care but I have the absolute brain worms for the ballet au from opening night so here's 3.5k of ballet max verstappen being the bane of ballet nico rosberg's existence

---

The worst year of Nico’s professional ballet career was also the same year they moved that prodigious blonde freak up from the junior company, which in hindsight might have had something to do with it. 

He showed up to the first rehearsal of the season in his uniform shirt and black tights from the junior company, even though company dancers were allowed to wear anything they wanted, and he stood ram-rod straight at the barre while the rest of the company lounged around waiting for class to start. He had the ugliest haircut Nico had ever seen, but he was good--good enough that Nico understood why they brought him up early, even though he knew that must have sucked big time for the other dancers in the junior company who were his age. 

It hadn’t really registered to Nico, because there had been bigger things on his mind. Things that spent the whole class on the opposite side of the studio from him, looking, frankly, upsettingly good in a loose tank top with the arm holes cut even wider to show off the muscle he had built at that summer intensive in Brazil. Lewis avoided eye contact with Nico, and Nico did the same, but it was a little impossible not to look. Their last season hadn’t ended well, and it didn’t feel like time apart had healed any wounds. Still, Nico didn’t really have attention left over to pay to the new kid until Seb mentioned him after class.

“That boy’s going to give us all a run for our money this year,” he said, following Nico out of the studio to the dressing room. The kid in question was still gathering up his things just out of earshot, totally oblivious to the conversation about him going on just a few good steps away. “Are you worried?”

“No,” said Nico, very confidently, which turned out to be a mistake. “There’s always new dancers. He doesn’t seem that special.”

“He’s good,” grunted Kimi. 

Seb nodded. “I can see why he got moved up on his own.” He looked over at Nico out of the corner of his eye as Nico tried his best to ignore him. “Do you think Lewis is worried?”

Nico shouldered open the door to the dressing room, trying to let it close in Seb’s face. It didn’t work. “I don’t think any of us need to be worried about some moderately good teenager,” he said as Kimi and Seb pushed through the door behind him.

“You’re talking about Max?” asked Daniel. Like usual, he was butt-naked in the middle of the dressing room, forcing Nico to make very pointed eye contact. “He’s pretty good, isn’t he?”

“Someone ought to take him under their wing,” said Seb, elbowing Daniel in the ribs.

Nico scoffed. “Nobody ‘took us under their wing’ when we were starting out, and we turned out fine,” said Nico. 

“Michael,” said Kimi, simply. 

“Yeah, you’re really gonna sit here and say Schumi meant nothing to you?” added Seb, and Nico had to acquiesce. But it had been years since Michael retired, and these days he didn’t feel all that advantaged by the older dancer’s mentorship. 

“We also didn’t get moved up to the company by ourselves out of nowhere,” said Daniel. He looked thoughtfully back at the door that neither Max nor Lewis had come through yet, dick still out for all the world to see. “Must be tough. He could probably use a friend.”

“Save your pity for the kids that didn’t get moved up,” grumbled Nico. He had hoped to get to bitch about Lewis to Seb a little bit, who was always a good listener even though Nico knew he talked with Lewis just as much as he did with Nico. But if everyone wanted to instead focus on the new wunderkind, that was, well, whatever. Nico didn’t care.

---

Nico certainly noticed Max at their first joint mens’ class with the junior company, because it was impossible not to. The kid was a freak. Nico had always been a turner, but Max very nearly matched him when they did à la seconde turns side by side. Then he put the whole junior company and a good chunk of the senior company to shame when they did jumps across the floor, hitting the kind of split in midair that Nico usually only saw from the company ballerinas or from Lewis. His musicality was kind of shit, and his port de bras clearly needed work, but there were certainly worse things to be bad at. 

The only time he made eye contact with Lewis was when Max replaced a single pirouette with a quadruple out of nowhere, meeting and matching Lewis’s shocked face out of force of habit. He regretted it as soon as he looked, but there was a weird sort of comfort in knowing that Lewis was just as unsettled by this new guy as he was. At the beginning of last year, which felt like a lifetime ago, he would have been standing next to Lewis and whispering under his breath about how insane the new kid was. For now, though, he had to be content with stolen glances and ignoring Daniel’s appreciative whistle from behind him. 

---

At the company mixer and pizza party, Nico sat across from Lewis at the same table they always sat at since they started in the lowest level of the junior company, entirely ignoring each other. Max, of course, sat right in between them, with Seb on one side and Daniel on the other. 

“Who do you think will be the cavalier this year?” he asked, his mouth full of pepperoni pizza. He had loaded up his plate with nearly half a pizza, fucking kids and their impossible metabolism. He wasn’t about to break a nearly-a-year vegan streak for some subpar pepperoni pizza, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a little jealous. 

“It’s barely August,” said Nico, hating how Lewis looked up at the mention of the Sugar Plum cavalier role. He probably thought the part was as good as his, secure in two years of being cast in the top role while Nico was passed back and forth between Snow King and the Nutcracker prince. The Nutcracker didn’t matter as much anymore, but Nico couldn’t afford to give anything less than his full effort, not when casting for the spring performance came out barely a week after the last Nutcracker show. “It’s too early to be worrying about that.”

“Auditions are in a month,” said Max. “I want to be prepared.”

“Playing guessing games isn’t going to make you more prepared,” said Nico.

Max shrugged. “Neither is being so uptight, but we of course all have our own strategies.” 

He stuck another piece of pizza in his mouth, and Nico fought the urge to get up and slap his paper plate across the room. He had to settle for glaring at the top of the kid’s shitty hair. Lewis went back to his phone and his vegan mushroom pizza which he wasn’t even pretending to enjoy, while Seb smiled that toothy smile that meant he could sense drama unfolding and Daniel laughed like Max had told the funniest joke he’d ever heard. Pathetic. 

“You know what we all used to call him?” said Seb, a truly mischievous smile spreading across his face. 

“Nico?” said Max. “No. What?”

Nico kicked Seb under the table, but it made no difference. “Britney. Because of his pretty blonde hair.”

Honestly, Nico could not imagine what would possess Seb to tell the awful child that. His eyes lit up as Daniel giggled and even Lewis looked up at the mention of Nico’s nickname. “Britney,” Max said, the name sounding already way too comfortable on his tongue. “Like Britney Spears? I can see it.”

“I’m not doing this,” announced Nico, picking up his plate and storming off to join a random gaggle of junior company dancers at the next table over. 

---

Nico was cast as the Sugar Plum Cavalier, but he still couldn’t really enjoy rehearsals, not when Lewis was getting just as much of the praise as the Nutcracker Prince. He especially couldn’t enjoy the full-company rehearsals where he had to watch him dance, graceful and majestic as he’d always been. 

“Why do Britney and Lewis hate each other?” stage-whispered Max from behind Nico. He was doing such a bad job at being quiet that Nico almost thought it was meant for him to hear. In any case, it was enough to distract him from watching Lewis rehearse the fight scene with Fernando. 

“There’s, like, history between them,” was Daniel’s just-as-loud whispered response. History was an incredible oversimplification. Lewis had been the first friend he ever made in ballet, the only other boy in his beginning dance class when he first started out who made him feel like he might actually belong there. They had been each others’ rock moving up through the dance school and then the company, the only constant in the chaos of that world. He had been Nico’s first crush, the first person to know he was gay, his first kiss, first everything. 

Not that any of that mattered now. 

“What kind of history?” whispered Max. “Were they, like..?”

Nico couldn’t see what kind of gesture Max did to finish that sentence, but he could guess what it was based on Daniel’s barely muffled laugh. “Uh, yeah,” said Daniel. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh,” said Max. “Well, that is very stupid, then. What, did they just break up and now they can’t talk to one another?”

Nico wanted to turn around and give the shit child a piece of his mind before he realized that the absolute last thing he wanted was for either of them to know he had been listening in. “I guess it was a little more complicated than that,” said Daniel, at least doing the bare minimum of coming to Nico’s defense. “But hey, I guess that’s what you get for dating a fellow dancer.”

Maybe he was right, Nico thought. Maybe it was a doomed idea from the start. Maybe that was something Nico should have realized when Lewis had reached for his hand that first time and Nico had taken it, that this would hurt them in the long run. It made something wrench in his chest to think that, something small and bruised and soft but still alive no matter how hard he tried to squash it, that cried out that what he and Lewis had had to have meant something. But it was hard to believe that now, when they could barely look at one another. 

“I think they might just be stupid,” whispered Max. “There’s nothing wrong with dating a fellow dancer if you’re not stupid.”

Incredible. Nico had to close his eyes and count to ten to keep himself from punting that blonde bastard straight across the studio. The Coffee Princes dance that Max and Daniel were both in could not come soon enough, he thought.

---

It was nice that the studio tended to hire the same handful of guest choreographers every year. The jockeying for their favor was always a little less pronounced when everyone knew who they would pick as their favorites. 

However, that meant that everyone--Nico included--was completely fucking blindsided when Horner picked Max out of all people to have a solo in his latest contemporary piece, passing over Nico and Lewis and his former favorite Seb to put the kid in the front and center. It was completely out of nowhere. Nico had been expecting to be competing with Lewis and Daniel for the top solo in a Christian Horner piece, but not once did he imagine being overlooked in favor of fucking Max. 

He didn’t even develop an ego over it, which was kind of the worst part. Dancers that got a taste of success and then walked around like they owned the place were sure to crash and burn at the slightest provocation, and Nico would have been happy to let the terrible child wear himself out and then fade back into oblivion. But Max acted like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he was used to getting all the best roles and therefore wasn’t especially affected by this one. And the worst part was that in Horner’s position, Nico might have done the same thing. Max continued to be unreasonably, unbearably good, in a way that sometimes made Nico want to pull a Tonya Harding on him, bash in his kneecaps after class (though he’d have to do it in the rare moment where Daniel wasn’t annoyingly attached to him). The only consolation he ever got was that Lewis looked just as happy to be there as Nico was, which was not much at all.

Though sometimes Nico thought that Max was more aware of his unique position than he let on. “I really don’t know why everyone always complains about the contemporary pieces,” he said one day while they were getting changed after rehearsal. “I think this is actually a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I bet you would,” Nico muttered. He thought he might have heard Lewis snort under his breath at that from the other side of the dressing room, but he wasn’t sure. He would obviously never look up to check. 

“What was that?” asked Max. It was impossible to tell whether he was being genuine or not, which was even more aggravating. 

“Don’t mind Britney,” said Daniel, putting an arm around Max’s back that was maybe a little bit too friendly. “He’s just jealous of you.”

Nico was going to kill them all, including Seb for telling Max that fucking nickname. He threw his shorts into his bag with a little more force than necessary. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” he sneered, aiming it more at Daniel and reveling in the sudden look of confusion that came over him before storming out, slamming the dressing room door. 

---

The spring show was Don Quixote, and for some asinine, unbelievable reason, they had decided to double cast Lewis and Nico in the role of Don Quixote, so that they had to go to all the same rehearsals and switch off every other run. Maybe they thought it would be better for the two of them to be in equal standing, but all it meant was that every single rehearsal was like reliving their falling out from start to finish. It was made so much worse by the fact that Max was cast as Basilio -- way higher of a role than anyone should expect for their first spring show. 

“You need to move forward here,” Max told him after they finished a run but before Nico could swap back out with Lewis for the next one. “Always you are in my way, and if you don’t move I might crash into you next time.”

It was a little much to deal with while Nico was still catching his breath. He still couldn’t understand why Max was never so much as winded after this much dancing. “What?” he gasped, just to give himself a little more time to breathe.

Max huffed indignantly. “When you’re finished with your solo. You need to move out of the way faster, because I’m starting my next part right behind you.”

“He’s got a point,” said Lewis, staring directly at Nico. 

Nico sneered at him. “I only have three steps before the last couple of jumps to get across the stage. I am already traveling as much as I can.” He spared a look at Lewis, looking him up and down and pointedly lingering on his legs that were shorter than Nico’s just because he knew it would hurt, twisting that particular knife. “I doubt you’ll have an easier time getting there.”

He could see that he had struck the nerve he was aiming for, Lewis’s lip curling just the smallest amount. Part of him wished it hurt more to hurt Lewis, instead of the sickening satisfaction he was left with. But there was still ground to be gained--they hadn’t yet chosen which of them would get to dance 7 shows and who would only get 6--so Nico didn’t really have sympathy to spare. All he felt was bitterness, whether he did better than Lewis or worse. The fact that they were forced to be so close together made it harder for Nico to feel anything else, the love he had for dance that brought him here almost foreign to him now. Sometimes it felt like too much, like the horrible wanting he felt--wanting to be better than Lewis, wanting to hurt him, wanting him back, wanting to prove something, wanting things to go back to the way they were--was poisoning every moment he spent in the studio. 

“Well, you need to be farther forward somehow,” said Max, putting his hands on his hips. Nico could strangle him. “Otherwise I’m going to run into you one of these times.”

“Boys,” said Toto, looking back and forth at the three of them disapprovingly. Max backed down slightly at his voice, but not very much. One of the only things Nico had to look forward to was the day that kid finally mouthed off to Toto (or god forbid, Director Wolffe herself) and got absolutely eviscerated. Nico would laugh. Lewis might laugh with him. “We only have time for one more run tonight. Max, begin your solo farther upstage. Lewis, swap with Nico.”

Max rolled his eyes, but did as Toto said. Nico didn’t meet Lewis’s eyes as he stormed back to the corner of the studio to watch the two of them dance. 

---

It was all too much. Nico needed someone to vent to. 

It couldn’t be Lewis, for obvious fucking reasons. He found Seb in one of the smaller studios, but he was busy teaching the townspeople dance to some of the junior company dancers. “Sorry, I really have to finish this,” he said. “You can complain to me in half an hour, though. Or you can go talk to Kimi?”

“Kimi’s not going to let me complain,” said Nico.

Seb laughed, and some of the dancers around him laughed too. They followed him around the studio like ducklings, and sometimes Nico was jealous that Seb had been able to move so peacefully from the studio’s top dog into more of a mentor for the younger dancers. “I think Daniel’s done, though. I just saw him going into the dressing room on my way here.”

“Perfect. Thanks,” said Nico, shutting the door to the studio and stomping off towards the mens’ dressing room. He and Daniel were okay friends, and he had a reputation as the friendliest guy in the company for a reason. He might have to leave his gripes with Max out of his rant, but that was fine when his complaints were more to do with Lewis anyway. Maybe he could even get some gossip about the kid out of him if he played his cards right. 

The studio was loud with the sounds of concurrent rehearsals going on in studios all around them, so Nico didn’t have any warning about what he was walking into until he opened the door--which was a little stuck, but the old doorknobs always opened eventually if you jimmied them the right way--and stopped dead in his tracks. Seeing Daniel Ricciardo’s bare ass in the dressing room was not even slightly out of the ordinary, but what definitely was out of the ordinary was seeing him pinning someone to the wall, pale, muscled legs wrapped tight around his waist and hands buried in his curls as he thrust upwards, his shorts discarded on the floor next to a suspiciously familiar white T-shirt and pair of black leggings. The person he was fucking against the wall of the dressing room lifted their head from his shoulder, and Nico was shocked, dismayed, and horrified to be looking into the eyes of Max fucking Verstappen. 

Daniel, at the very least, had the common courtesy to look mortified when he turned his head and shoulders around to see who had walked in on them. Max very much did not, looking almost pleased with himself as Daniel scrambled to cover both of them with his body. “Shit--fuck, sorry Brit--Nico, sorry, I thought I locked the door.”

Nico slammed the door shut. After a bit of shuffling, he heard the old lock click shut and heard a metal chair screech against the floor until it was resting in front of the doorknob, and then the sounds--which he hadn’t been able to pick out of the rest of the noise of the studio before, but which he could definitely hear now--started up again. Nico fought the urge to scream. He didn’t even have a leg to stand on to yell at Daniel, not when he had been among the small group who walked in on him blowing Lewis in a dressing room at the theater back in junior company.

Fuck this, then, he thought. He stormed back the way he came, passing Seb as he walked out of the other studio. “Don’t go in the dressing room,” he growled, picking up his ballet bag and marching straight out to his car. 

None of it really mattered, in the end. He would perform Don Quixote and prove for once and for all to Toto and to Lewis and to whoever else that he was and always would be the best dancer at this fucking studio. Then he would attend every summer audition he could find, take the first offer he was given, and get the fuck away from this place and hopefully never see Max Verstappen’s fucking face again.

---

also on ao3 

[cupidsloove]

•MICHAEL KAISER BF HEADCANONS•

Just Kaiser being Kaiser

[Fun fact I'm interested in blue lock and besides the Itoshi brothers & sibling!reader angst in my Google docs, I decided to write some bf headcanons of this lovable asshole called Kaiser]

Tags: fluff, Kaiser being kinda clingy and annoying, mentions of Kaiser's morning routine(dick and ass too) very unorganized hcs,

★You being in a relationship with Kaiser was a shock for everyone in your life. The surprise on your parent's face when they saw you introduced him was still memorized in your brain somewhere in the back. It was an interesting family dinner afterwards, but at least they approved of the relationship.

“Kaiser…still wondering how my father approved of you”

“Maybe because I'm really that lovable~”

“Shut up”

・⁠。⁠・

★ He is REALLY into physical affection, quality time and words of affirmation. Since he needs to travel because of his matches, every moment with you is important to him especially if Kaiser needs to leave for long periods of time and can't feel your touch through the screen of his phone. When he returns… be prepared for alot of hugging, kisses and many dates. 

Also Kaiser is going to shower you in praises, and encouragement and makes sure you are feeling better.

“Engel where are we going tonight?” said your boyfriend while hugging you from behind 

“Michi, we went out last night, calm down a little with those dates” you sighed while you put the washed plate back on the shelf.

“Engel you don't know if tomorrow is again one of those days where I have to leave the country for how many weeks again” said Kaiser in his clingy sweet voice.

“How about watching a movie instead of going out?”

・⁠。⁠・

★ Calls you nicknames all the time, maybe not so much in the public but in private….well, it's a literal shower of nicknames.

Some of the nicknames are: Engel(Angel), Liebling(Darling),Schnucki(Sweetie pie) and many, MANY more.

“Kaiser you seemed very distracted today”

“Shh, texting my Schnucki is much more important than dealing with those half-baked asses”

“???”

・⁠。⁠・

★If you are living with him, well…good luck waking up and the first thing you see is your boyfriend in all his naked glory looking in the mirror for you don't know how many minutes. Convincing him to cover himself is much more of a issue

“What,there is a problem with my ass or with my dick”

“OH MY GOD MICHAEL, JUST COVER YOURSELF FOR FUCK'S SAKE”

・⁠。⁠・

★If your relationship isn't already public, you and Kaiser have some sort of discussion about making it actually know to the media. Even if he is still an ass, Kaiser still has a caring side for people he loves. He knows that stans on different social media apps can be absolutely ruthless and in general, dating a famous person is very life sucking.

“(Name) are you really sure about that?”

“Michi, I'm sure about this”

・⁠。⁠・

★ Meeting his teammates was something. It wasn't really bad just they look at you strangely. I mean in the "How this asshole pulled someone like this" type of way. Some of them asked for tips to deal with him

“Can you give us tips how to deal with your boyfriend?” says one of them while holding a notebook

“Fine, to deal with him is to know how to pique his interest”

“Then how you do it”

“I don't know”

[octuscle]

CHAVTF - Smart casual

Michael and Charles were sent shopping. The dress code for the dinner was explicitly "sporty-casual". Just like for the boat tour yesterday evening. Their understanding of casual was a summery three-piece suit with an open shirt. The colleagues with whom they were teambuilding understood it to mean jeans and a T-shirt.

If their boss hadn't insisted that the two of them wear something else, they would have come in a suit again tonight. So after the last group meeting, the two had to run off and find something to wear. Both agreed that jeans and a T-shirt were not their style and that they would only need the clothes for this one evening. So spending too much money seemed unnecessary. Google showed a store near their hotel called CHAVTF with good reviews. That's where the two headed. The first impression was immediately repulsive. The store attendant was wearing army pants with combat boots and a worn-out tank top. But the two didn't have time to look for anything else. They now had to buy something for tonight in fifteen minutes.

Oi mates, the clerk greeted them. Are ya lookin' for somethin' in particular? Michael said they were going on a pub tour today and needed something suitable.

"Sure, mates! Me fuckin' name is like jack. Trust me, us'll find just the reel thin'. Dee ya also go to normal pubs? Or are ya strictly gay on the road?"

Michael said he wasn't sure. But probably mostly gay.

"Cool, that'll get ya undressed, i'll brin' ya somethin'."

Michael gave Charles a kiss and a slap on his butt and the two stripped in the open locker room.

Jack asked if they preferred jockstraps or boxers. "Jockstrap," Michael replied. "Fuckin' nothin'" replied Charles. Jack laughed, tossed them both some soccer socks and handed Michael a jockstrap.

"Cool haircuts ya got ther, mates. Is like the rest of ya 'ody anarl shorn as ya neck?" Michael laughed, holding his arms behind his head and showing off the bush under his armpits. "Nit canny, mate" Jack laughed again and came up with a pair of leather jeans for Charles and a pair of bleached jeans for Michael.

"Ya guys train hard for ya 'odies, or is like workin' on the docks enough to get a 'ody like that?"

"Nah, mate! just haulin' loads ain't enough. It takes regular 'oxin' trainin' to get an arse n' a six pack like that"

"Sure, i get it! all that 'eer in the evenin' needs to be worked off too, after all."

Mike and Chuck stroked each other's board-hard washboard bellies and French-kissed deeply.

"Hey, the place isn't closed yet. Ne way sex while i still havta work!"

Chuck grabbed Jack's crotch and told him to lock the door quickly then. He wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

Jack tossed them both T-shirts, locked the door, and returned with a pair of DocMartens for Mike and a pair of combat boots for Chuck. And while the two of them got down on their knees to lace up the shoes, Jack got his dick out of his pants. Mike and Chuck promptly responded and began sucking Jack's balls.

"Hehehe, this like isn't the first time ya two hav done this like, huh? Dee ya guys always work together as hustlers? Or 'an ya be 'ooked separately?"

"Sure ya 'an get us separately" replied chuck. "But the other one watches n' jerks off" Mike added n' started suckin' jack's cock.

"Fuck, ya guys are mint! Why are ya still workin' on the docks anyway. As hustlers ya must be earnin' yourselves silly."

"Mate, us're just gay too. Just 'an't handle money. What us earn, us drink or gamble away."

And Mike added that cigarettes are not free. Whether he would get at least one for the blowjob.

Mike and Chuck were satisfied. Jack was always generous when they needed new clothes. And as a rule, he also found them good customers. In the hotel diagonally across the street there was such a nerd event. Some of the snobby guys would surely spend dough for a night with the two of them.

[snowseasonmademe]

break of dawn pt. 1

“i don’t want the sun to shine i wanna make love”

“i don’t know what im gon’ do i cant stop lovin’ you”

summary

you and your husband have busy schedules and haven’t seen each other in far too long. you crave his touch (and his dick) more and more as the days apart go on. when it finally comes time to go on a date after so long, you bring out a scandalous piece of clothing to make sure you both get a happy ending by the end of the night……or the beginning of the next day.

warnings❗️: smut

word count: 1,247

paring: aurélien x chef reader (black fem reader) (the reader understands french)

note: hi everyone! this is my first fic ever. i’m really excited to share it. i decided to make it two parts just because i thought that would be fun. we need more aurél girlies so im happy to add more fics for us. i hope you all like it and of course constructive criticism is always welcome. enjoy!

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one of the things your husband loved most about you is your style. he loved that you could switch it up and truly pull off any look. seeing you express yourself through clothes made him love you even more, even after years of marriage. but honestly even if you walked out in an old trash bag he would still think you looked beautiful.

of course you loved to dress to the nines and tonight was no different. date night. you had been waiting two weeks for this date. being that the both of you had busy schedules with him traveling for matches every week and you being an very well known chef, sometimes your schedules clashed. it had been two excruciatingly long weeks of you craving just a little bit more of your husbands attention. fourteen lonely, long nights where you felt so needy that even a sexy phone call wouldn’t fix it. all you wanted was to feel your husband on top of you groaning and speaking french sweet nothings about how good you feel around his dick as he stretches you out perfectly. and tonight you had a mission to get just that.

you stood in front of the mirror trying your best not to fall to your knees due to the fiery gaze of your husband, who was leaned back in the chair on the other side of the room, legs wide, intensely watching you get ready. you pulled down the hem of your short black dress and called to your husband to help you put on your next articles of clothing.

“aurél, baby can you help me with my stockings please”

he gets up smiling softly and walking up behind you snaking his hands around you waist and burying his face in your neck to kiss you slowly a few times. “you look so good……..i could cancel our dinner reservation…….et juste te mange à la place bébé” (and just eat you instead baby)” he whispers between kisses, saying the last part in french and biting your earlobe. he knows what he’s doing. he knows you love it when he dirty talks in french. you can feel your self getting wetter and hotter by the second.

you moan softly biting your lip and then laugh lightly. “i would love that too baby trust me” you say turing around to meet his eyes, putting your arms around his neck. “but i want to spend time with you…….and just talk. i miss talking to you” you explain as you kiss him softly you then step back and begin to admire his outfit as well. you look at him up and down. slowly dragging your hands down his chest inching closer to his waistband. his black tailored dress pants extenuating his strong muscular legs, and black shirt that hugged every arm and chest muscle making you almost drool.

damn he’s so fine. i can’t wait to suck his di-

your thoughts were cut off by aurélien reminding you about the rest of your outfit

“your stockings? let me get these on you so we can go” he says grabbing your hand and leading you to sit on the chair he was sitting on minutes ago. he stands in front of you looking you dead in the eyes, towering over you with the black sheer knee high stockings in his hand. your heart dropped up as he gets down on his knees in front of you and lifts one of your legs, exposing your lacy black thong underneath making him moan quietly. he leaves sloppy kisses from you ankle to your upper thigh, painfully slow, never breaking eye contact.

of course he’s teasing me right now. if he keeps this up i swear i’ll edge him for an hour when we get back. you thought knowing good and well aurél would never let that happen. he is far too dominant in bed to let you edge him for THAT long.

“aurélien” you say giving him a stern stare

“don’t act like you don’t want me to fuck you right now” he says with a smile on his face as he finally puts on your stockings and stands up, walking away to get his phone and keys. “okay. yes i do. but we will have all the time when we get back. we’ll fully miss the reservation if i leave it up to you” you say chuckling a little bit and putting on your red high heels.

you reach over to the table next you, grab some perfume. his favorite perfume and spray it on you. the one that almost got you pregnant and few weeks ago. as soon as the smell hits his nose his thoughts immediately go back to the memories of that night. ~ just you and him in the south of france. you on your stomach and him on top of you holding you closer than he ever thought was possible with his plush lips right next to your ear talking you through every single stroke. ”Ça fait du bien, n'est-ce pas bébé ? Tu aimes à quel point je te baise, hm?” (that feels good right baby? you love how good i fuck you, hm?) fucking you deep and hard into the mattress. “fuuuuuuuuck baby you’re gonna make me cum agaiiiiinnn uuugghhhhhhhh” your pussy squeezing and gushing around him while you shake uncontrollably and grip the sheets so hard you feel like you might break you whole hand. soaking his thighs, your thighs and the sheets underneath you in your sticky sweetness. you crying out his name for the 5th time that night with all the air you have left in your lungs. he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. the mix of the scent of you arousal filling the air and that perfume drove him absolutely crazy~ he wanted nothing more than to just skip the date, stay home and make love to you until the break of dawn. but his wife wants to spend real, quality time with him and who is he to deny her of her desires?

“baby? hello? are you ready to go?” you say laughing at your husband clearly being lost in his thoughts. “yes i’m all ready mon sucre” (my sugar) his accent heavy, grabbing your hand and kissing your head as you both head to the car. his hand moving to you lower back. he resists grabbing a handful of your ass, avoiding you turing around and slapping his chest in annoyance.

Je la mets enceinte ce soir.........merde, laisse-moi penser à autre chose pour que je ne deviens pas dur en ce moment (i’m getting her pregnant tonight………shit let me think of something else so i don’t get hard right now)

he thinks to himself as he opens the passenger door to let you in the car. you smile at him sitting in the passenger seat. he gets in and reaches over to put your seatbelt on for because he knows you forget sometimes. when he buckles your seatbelt and he grazes over your hip a little. you sigh and look out the window to try and compose yourself before you end up on top of him putting him inside you in the driver seat. he notices you pressing your thighs together to try and get a little bit of relief. his warm hand caresses you thigh where your stockings meet your skin firmly. “relax bébé i’ll take care of you after our date i promise” he says sweetly kissing your cheek and then backs out of the driveway.

this is going to be a long night

you both think in unison.

that’s all for part one!! part two will be out soon. please like, comment and repost. love yall🤍

[l1tw1ck]

Coveting

top!father-in-law william afton x bottom!ftm reader

↳ W.C: 1,065

Words Used for Reader: Hole, Sex, T-Dick

↳ [Event Request] | No AFAB Language Used

↳ Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

CW: Non-Con, Touching, Fingering, Groping, Threats, Face Fucking, Creampie

Reader Discretion is Advised

It hasn't been too long since you married Michael Afton, and you've definitely noticed the weird looks your father-in-law William's been giving you since then. You live with Michael's entire family, so you have no choice but to be around his father regardless of how uncomfortable he makes you.

The way his hands would linger on your body for a moment too long or the way he'd 'accidentally' walk in on you moments before you shower. Thanks to the lock that mysteriously broke one day, you have no defense against the man entering the bathroom next to yours and Michael's room. Of all bathrooms, he always wants to use that one. You know he likes you but you have no intention of letting him go anywhere with you. You're married and he's much older than you, hooking up with him is the last thing you want to do.

You haven't told anyone about his inappropriate behavior since you assumed it wouldn't go any further than it had already gone.

But it did.

You were watching TV by yourself, thinking you were going to be home alone for once. But unfortunately, the door opened to reveal your father in law.

He smiled at you and sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around you. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. Maybe he won't be weird today, that's what you hoped.

Your hopes meant nothing. He shushed you as his other hand snuck down underneath your shorts and underwear, running two of his fingers up your sex. “Stay still.” He whispered.

You didn't move, purely out of fear.

He fingered you until he managed to make you come, which surprised you since you were so scared. He pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, tasting your cum with a smile on his face.

You thought maybe he'd stop at that, since he never tried to do it again.

But once again, you were wrong.

You wake up, in bed alone while your husband is working, to the feeling of your covers being pulled away, causing your eyes to shoot open. The moonlight illuminates the culprit, William.

"What are you doing?" You grab the blankets to cover yourself back up.

"Shh, be quiet." He rips the blankets away from you.

You open your mouth to scream but he covers your mouth, his other hand digging into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife. "Don't you dare."

Your breath hitches, heart racing in fear.

"You're going to stay still and let me touch you, okay, love? Don't fight back." He puts the knife back in his pocket.

You shiver in disgust, letting him run his hands along your body, his hands groping you softly. William sighs lovingly as his hand moves in between your legs, touching you through your boxers. "It's like you were created to tease me."

You try not to move away, afraid of making a wrong move.

"I never imagined coveting my son's husband." He chuckles, pulling his pants down and bringing out his hard length. He moves your head to face his cock, the tip pressing against your lips. You look up at him with pleading eyes but all that does is turn him on even more.

"Open." He commands. You shakily open up your mouth, allowing him to slip his cock inside. William groans, gently thrusting in and out of your mouth. You lay limp, knowing there's nothing good that'll come out of fighting him. Don't bring fists to a knife fight as they say.

He speeds up, fucking your mouth aggressively. Tears fall down your cheeks as he abuses your throat, thrusting with unusual vigor for a man his age.

The both of you are thankful you don't gag when he hits the back of your throat, more pleasure for him and less fear of getting him mad for you.

He pulls out before he comes, edging himself in favor of lasting longer. "Good boy." He praises, climbing onto the bed. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long...you won't tell anyone about this, right, sweetheart?"

You hesitate.

"Answer me." He pulls your boxers off.

"I won't..."

"Good." William grins as he takes out his hard length and shoves it inside you, throwing his head back and groaning. Your hole feels better than your mouth, he marvels.

"Hu- hurts-" You hiss.

"Is my cock too big for you, baby?" He smirks, bottoming out and tracing his finger along the bulge in your stomach.

You only turn to the side, an expression of discomfort on your face.

William lets out a satisfied groan before slowly sliding in and out, savoring the feeling of being inside you.

You look up at the older man, feeling a terrifying and twisted mix of discomfort and pleasure.

"I know Michael fails to please you properly, or at all." William shakes his head. "If I were him, I'd keep this tight hole of yours nice and full every night."

It's true, you rarely have sex with Michael but your relationship isn't about that. However, you didn't realize how much you needed this until now.

William thrusts into your sex like he can't get enough of you, like he's been deprived of something he never had in the first place. "Good boy- such a good boy for me." He leans into your neck and nips at the skin, tempted to bite and claim you. He doesn't want to start problems with Michael. Yet.

To make up for not being able to sink his teeth into your neck, he instead brings you into a rough and sloppy kiss. You kiss back, allowing yourself to feel good.

He moves his hand down to stroke your t-dick, bringing you to an orgasm. William moans into your mouth, loving the way you feel when you come on his cock. He fucks you through your orgasm, still jerking you off.

"Mm.." He pulls away from the kiss, a disgusting yet attractive grin growing on his face. His thrusts start to get sloppier. "I'm close, sweetheart." He says breathlessly.

You can only moan in response, letting him have his way. It's not long before you feel him pumping his load inside you. The amount feels like too much for an average person.

"I'll help you bathe, darling." He slides out of you and carries you to the bathroom bridal style.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fluffy Ending Masterlist

calum's cleaning service (ao3) - orphan_account calum/ashton N/R, 7k

Summary: “At least I get my dick sucked.” He mutters, it's not really true, but whatever. Ashton laughs, like he knows Calum isn't telling the truth, and stands up, a jar of cherries in his hands. He walks over to Calum, an amused look in his eyes. Calum takes a cautious step back. “If I really wanted my dick sucked, I know someone to do it. I probably wouldn't even have to pay him overtime.”

or, the cliche one where Calum needs a job, and Ashton just wants to fuck his new maid over a table.

Don't Mess With Me (ao3) - RamblingWithFantasy michael/luke T, 6k

Summary: "Oh, I see. Is your headache also hurting your dick by any chance? Because that bulge in your jeans says otherwise. I'm Luke by the way" Luke whispers seductively in the guy's right ear and offers a hand to shake. He hopes with all his heart that the changes in his plan will work.

"I'm Michael. And I really have a painful headache, just saying. Would you mind shutting your mouth up?" this guy Michael murmurs questioning while shaking Luke's hand, trying to be believable but miserably failing.

Drunken Calls (ao3) - L4sht0n luke/ashton T, 4k

Summary: or where Luke's drunk and calls his ex to tell him he misses him. Only to discover that Ashton misses him too.

ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away (ao3) - luke hemmings (wishingforlondon) luke/calum N/R, 6k

Summary: or, 8 times calum told luke he loved him, and one time luke told him back.

Golden Mornings (ao3) - FINEHEMMINGS luke/calum E, 2k

Summary: It’s mornings like this where he wants to be gentle, slow. Take time to really touch and feel Luke.

i can be good (make you proud) (ao3) - FINEHEMMINGS ot4 M, 3k

Summary: luke is ashton’s submissive who only wanted to make his dom proud, but the plan completely fails.

'It was the [1]4th of July, and you and I were, you and I were, fire, fireworks' (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael michael/luke G, 5k

Summary: the story of how a whole year can change so much and what seems impossible might be possible if you just try.

Rather Be (ao3) - Hoodie calum/ashton, michael/luke T, 5k

Summary: But unfortunately accidents aren't predictable which led to a tragedy for Ashton and Calum. Ashton was going to finally ask Calum his hand in marriage yet he must have to wait for a Miracle to happen.

Silver (ao3) - waytoofadedtodrive michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Michael does something that his boyfriend isn't fond of. Luke breaks out the silver jewelry.

Under the Lights Tonight (ao3) - moonbands michael/luke N/R, 3k

Summary: When Luke gets up to see what's at his window, the last thing he expects is Michael Clifford. Well, maybe the last thing he expects is an adventure with Michael Clifford in the middle of the night.

You're My Favorite Place (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum T, 6k

Summary: where Calum has a hard time accepting who he is, and Michael helps him, and Calum accidentally falls in love.

[tinyglitterrose]

Whenever I Want

Lashton, boxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Luke

Warnings: SMUT, free use kink

A continuation of i'll let you have it. Lashton getting caught in the dressing room.

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"Ash?"

Ashton turned around from where he had been about to leave the dressing room to get to rehearsals for today's show. They were in Atlanta today, having just landed tonight and the last week had been stressful for the whole band. Shows almost every night and interviews during the day.

"Yeah?", he smiled at Luke, who was giving him an unsure look from where he was leaning against a desk full of makeup and hair products.

He gave a shaky smile that somewhat looked like a weird lopsided grin and Ashton furrowed his eyebrows, walking back into the room, while Michael squeezed past him to join Calum who had already went to the stage. He had talked about needing to practice a bass solo.

"What's up?", Ashton asked, when he had reached the younger man. The door slammed shut behind them, Michael always slammed doors like that.

"You...", Luke shrugged, avoiding eye contact for a moment, "you said we can do - whenever I want, you said that."

"Do what?"

"You know..."

"No, Luke, I have no idea what you want", Ashton laughed, confused. Then he seemed to realize, his eyes widening and mouth opening slightly.

"Yeah", Luke drew out the sound.

"Now?"

Luke shrugged again. "Like, if you're okay with that..."

Ashton turned back, looking at the closed door, then back to Luke and nodded.

Luke grinned widely, happily, at that and turned the switch. Or it was like he had turned a switch. His hands snaked around Ashton's waist, pressing him back against the table and himself against his friends' front.

"Yeah? You gonna let me fuck you right here, right now, just because I want to?"

Ashton was at a loss for words for a second, surprised by the sudden change, just like last time.

"Y-yeah, I said I'd -"

"You'd let me have it, I know", the blonde leant down, face pressing into Ashton's neck so he could bite and suck the skin there, just a little too loose to leave a mark.

"And I'm gonna do exactly that. But we have to hurry", he mumbled against Ashton's neck, the hot breath against his skin making him shudder.

Luke's hands were already wandering down to his ass, squeezing it in his hands and catching Ashton's moans with a kiss.

Ashton's own hands fumbled blindly to pull down the zipper of Luke's off-white slacks. They didn't even slip down his thighs when he had opened them and they both ignored that. It was enough when Ashton pulled out Luke's already glistening erection.

Ashton pumped the length in a steady rhythm, while Luke produced a small lube packet from his pants that he put on the table behind Ashton.

Their hands bumped into each other when Luke went to open Ashton's own pants - colorful striped ones - and then pulled them down his thighs until they fell down to pool at his feet, but they managed.

The drummer stepped out of his pants, barely a second before Luke grabbed at him where his thighs met his ass and lifted him up onto the edge of the table.

"So hot", he mumbled with his eyes focused on Ashton's half hard cock resting on his left thigh.

"Wait", Ashton said when Luke bend down his head towards it. Luke immediately stopped.

"My shoes"

"You want me to take your shoes off?", Luke couldn't help but laugh. Of course right when Luke was about to suck his best friend's dick and literally put his fingers up his ass, he would stop him to complain about his shoes.

"Yes", Ashton said with a serious expression, "I'm not gonna let you fuck me on a table with my shoes on. Shoes have to be off."

Luke was still chuckling when he followed the request - or more likely the order - and took his shoes off. He just took his socks off as well to avoid being stopped again because sex with socks on might be just as unacceptable as sex with shoes on.

"Sexy", he said in a dry sarcastic tone and pulled on one of Ashton's toes playfully, which got him some colorful insults and almost some injuries due to the drummer kicking after him.

Ashton was still grumbling after a moment, so Luke grabbed onto his legs, shifting him further up the table, one hand pushed on his chest until he laid down flat on his back, then both his hands gripped his thighs again and lifted those until Ashton planted his feet on the edge of the table as well.

"I -I...", he mumbled, when he found Luke's head and shoulders between his knees.

Luke met his eyes to show him he was listening even though he just wanted to dive in. He noticed the blush on the drummer's cheeks and the unsure flickering of his hazel eyes.

"I uh, feel a bit exposed", he tried to round it up with a laugh but that didn't really work.

"Do you want to stop?" Luke held himself with his hands on either side of Ashton's hips, upper body now standing between his legs, "We can change the position if you want to."

The other man bit his lip for a small moment, then he shook his head. "S kinda... 's hot. I trust you"

Luke smiled brightly at that last sentence, those three words meant so much and Luke hoped Ashton could sense his appreciation in the kiss he pressed to his lips in return.

Then, however, because Luke was Luke, he grinned: "Such a tasty meal laid out on the table just for me"

"Stooooop", Ashton whisper shouted, eyes wide in embarrassment.

The blonde wiggled his eyesbrows while he leant back down and Ashton was incredibly glad when he finally stopped being weird on purpose and sucked his balls into his mouth.

Ashton's head fell back, hands grabbing on the flat surface, he hadn't expected that even though last time he had already supposed Luke had a thing for balls.

He definitely did. He was mouthing at them, lapping over them, sucking them in, even carefully grazing his teeth over the skin like he just couldn't resist.

Ashton was mewling on top of the table, biting his lip to try and stay quiet but it was to no use. No one had ever paid this much thorough attention to this part of his body, not even himself, and it was overwhelming.

He was so focused on it, that he didn't even realized Luke had opened the lube package, before he was three fingers in and said: "D' you think you're ready?"

Ashton just blinked for a second, shifting his ass on the hard surface of the table and noticing oh yeah there were already fingers in his ass, before he nodded.

He was blushing furiously, something about being laid back on a table, legs spread wide for Luke to stand inbetween... he really felt like a meal - was this how a baked turkey felt on christmas? That was a stupid question, Ashton scolded himself, dead turkeys couldn't think. Plus, he shouldn't be thinking about christmas dinners when he was about to get fucked. Luke was just seconds away from pushing his penis inside the drummer's ass. Again. What even was his life?

As last time, Luke went in unprotected. They had discussed it last time and Luke knew that it was okay, that Ashton even prefered it this way.

"Ohhh", he moaned when he felt the tip breach his hole. His back arched off the table slightly when the blonde slowly pushed all the way in and Luke used the chance to bend down and lick over one of Ashton's nipples. He was basically showing them off to him so how could he not take advantage of that?

Ashton gasped at the warm wet sensation on his nipple and suddenly he didn't know whether he should push off the table more or down towards it. His hips shifted when he was moving around, pushing his ass further onto Luke's cock, which made both of them groan.

"Fuck, you're so hot", Luke groaned, lips still around a nipple, "So fucking hot and so tight, god, Ash"

"Mmmh, yeah, you're - you", Ashton moaned a string of senseless words.

"Ash -sh", Luke was gasping, drawing out his best friend's name as he drove into him harder.

Ashton's back was sliding back and forth on the table, he felt used but he loved it so much. Luke was letting everyting out on him again, Ashton was letting him have all he wanted and it felt so good.

So good that Ashton began scratching his nails over Luke's back, bending him down closer to him, holding him with him, onto him.

Luke's arms were shaking next to his shoulders but Ashton wouldn't mind if the blonde was going to crash into him.

"F-fuck, fuck", Luke groaned, hips jerking as he picked up his speed even more, the table starting to make screeching noises on the floor.

Both of them were so lost in each other that neither realized how loud they were being. The door was sound numbing but definitely not sound proof when you walked past it. Michael shouting to Luke about the 'really easy and basic rules' of his new video game earlier had proven that.

"Ahh, Luke -", Ashton cried out, head thrown back on the desk, Luke's tip brushed over his prostate with every quick hard thrust and Luke was only gaining speed.

He must of looked like a desperate bunny in mating season and -

"Whatttt...the ...fuck"

Ashton's eyes flew open, head whipping up from the desk and his hands started hitting Luke's shoulders in pure panic when he made eyecontact with Calum.

Luke didn't stop moving right away, needing about two seconds to make sense of the look on Ashton's face amd where his eyes were directed, before he froze. Mid thrust, half his dick hidden in Ashton, mouth open in a gasp that never came out and eyes looking just like Ashton's now.

There at the now open door was Calum. His hand was still on the doorhandle, one foot inside the room, the other still in the hallway as he stared at his bandmates.

His best friends that were currently stuck together in a way that he would have never expected.

"Fucking shit", he finally said, one hand coming up to wipe over his face, "Why did you not lock the fucking door?"

He received no answer, both men too paralyzed and entirely unprepared for being caught.

"You're...umm", Calum said, eyes fixated on where his bandmates were connected, his face showing mixed emotions like he didn't know whether he wanted to be disgusted or just plain confused.

"Yes, it hurts, no it's not weird, yes, I like it, can you stop staring at my naked ass now, Cal?", Ashton sighed. He managed to look annoyed and making Calum blush while being laid naked on a table.

"Sorry", Calum laughed nervously, "That, umm - yea, I think we'll talk when you're uh...done here...and after the show"

His eyes drifted back to where his bandmates were stuck to each other for another second, a pretty long second. Then he blinked rapidly like he was trying to delete the image from his mind and backed out of the room, closing the door and they both heard his foot steps running away.

"That was the most embarrassing moment of my whole life", Ashton whispered into the silence.

Luke grinned like he was in pain: "I think we'll soon get a worse one when they'll confront us"

"Well first of all, you're not laid on a desk with your asshole on display that just so happens to have a dick in it, second... you think he'll tell Mike?"

"You think he won't?"

Ashton didn't respond to that, opting to bite his lip and let his head fall back on the desk in defeat.

This was going to be awful.

"So...", Luke said, bending down further to push his face in Ashton's view.

"So?", Ashton sighed, still mortified. He didn't think he'd ever get over what just happened and knowing Calum and Michael they would never let them live it down.

"You wanna keep going?"

"You actually want to keep going now?"

Luke shrugged.

"Well, I'm still hard"

He was. Calum had been staring at them and Luke was still hard.

Ashton's dick had significantly gone down, laying miserably half hard on this thigh.

"We can stop, though, if you don't want-"

Luke's blue eyes were big and his mouth formed into a pout and Ashton just couldn't say no.

"Okay", he smiled with a sigh, legs falling off Luke's hips and open to his sides.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna push you to-"

"Luke, just keep going now"

"Right, sorry", the blonde giggled, before steadying his hands on the table again.

"I - sorry, Lu, I can't -", Ashton stopped him after just a few thrusts.

Luke immediately stopped, his eyes worried.

"It's just - I can't get into it again, sorry"

"Don't worry", Luke smiled, pressing a quick kiss to Ashton's nose.

Ashton blinked in surprise but didn't comment on it, gasping when Luke carefully pulled out.

He walked over to another of the makeup tables, getting some tissues, his dick whipping up and down with every step.

Ashton's thighs twitched when Luke cleaned the lube off of him, constantly pressing kisses into the flesh and into his knees.

Ashton fondly rolled his eyes when he then tried to put the pants back up his legs with a "I can dress myself, Luke"

The blonde blushed and giggled, awkwardly waddling to the attached room: "I'll go finish in the bathroom"

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yea, i might possibly have a thing for lashton getting caught 😂

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty eight

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 12, 2018 cologne, germany calum

When I get to the venue for soundcheck, meeting up with the band for the first time today, Crystal is absolutely pissed. Michael groans when I walk in, and Crystal glares at him. 

“You tell him right now or I’m doing it for you,” Crystal mutters. I’ve never seen her this mad, which makes me nervous. 

Michael sighs and runs a hand over his face, but doesn’t say anything.

“Fine, Cal, I’ll tell you. Michael here is a fucking dick and—“

“I’ll tell him! Jesus, Crystal. Give me a second to breathe!”

I look between the two of them, not saying a word. Clearly something is going on and I don’t really care about it, so I’m just going to let them say whatever it is they have on deck for me. 

“I drunk texted Orion last week,” Michael says.

That’s it? I raise my eyebrows at him. It’s not like they’re not allowed to talk to her. In fact, I think the whole band and a lot of our friends are still speaking to her, so I don’t know why Mike drunk texting her is a problem for Crystal. 

Crystal rolls her eyes with exasperation. “Oh my god, you’re not going to fucking tell him. Give me your phone.” 

When Michael doesn’t hand her his phone, she sticks her hand into his pocket to do it herself. She types in his passcode before handing the phone to me, his text thread with Orion lighting up the screen. 

To: Orion Moss yknow what orion, fuck you i don’t give a fuck that it’s your birthday FUCJ YOU my band, my BEST FRIENDS, aren’t speaking because you couldn’t tell the truth thos is your fault calum won’t even LOOK at ash! howrdare you you had no right to come into our lives and fuck up the one thing that matters most to all of us and then just LEAVEW do you know how depressed cxalum is he doesn’t do anything except show up on stage and drink and whineand moanmb he’s a fucking qwreck and that’s on yuo you play this innocnt sweet act that you’re jsut being kind and whatever bllshit you tell yourself but you and i both know you’re actually a shitty person what kind of person doesn’t tell their partner they have CACNDR and then BROAKS UP WITH THEM over it fuck you. i hope it’s terminal. and i hpoe it sucks.

It makes my blood boil, the things he said to her. She didn’t reply, which doesn’t surprise me, but I know she read it. Orion checks every single notification she ever gets. 

I lock Michael’s phone and hand it back to Crystal before I walk away, heading to the coffee pot in the corner of the room. I pour myself a cup of the hot liquid and take it with me to find Matt. I don’t want to talk about it. It’ll just piss me off more, and the last thing anyone on this tour wants is for me to have anger in my system when I’m already doing a shit job on stage each night.

“You’re not gonna say anything?” Michael calls out after me, and that’s what snaps my patience.

I spin back around, walking to him and Crystal. “I don’t think I need to say anything for you to know how I feel about the complete and utter bullshit you sent her.” 

“I’m sorry, dude, I feel awful,” Mike says.

“Good. You should feel awful.” 

Crystal is still seething. “The twat wasn’t going to say anything. The only reason I know is because Emelia called me earlier to make sure I knew about it.” 

“What even is this band anymore, guys? Feels like I turn around and each time I do, one of you is stabbing me in the back.”

Michael steps toward me, and I hate how much emotion was just in my voice because he wants to hug me. I step back, not wanting to feel any more feelings, and I know I’ll get more upset if Michael hugs me. 

“Cal, I’m sorry. I know she didn’t deserve that.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Did you even apologize to her?” 

“No, he was a fucking coward about it and didn’t say sorry and expected that it would all just blow over,” Crystal spits. I’m grateful that she is as pissed about this as she is, because I don’t have the energy to really get mad at him right now.

“Apologize to her. Now. Her life is hard enough right now without you telling her you hope she dies. It’s a low fucking blow, Mike.” 

I walk away then, confident that Crystal will make sure he texts Orion, in search of Matt. I find him talking to the sound crew, who see me coming and end their conversation with him there. 

“Hey, Cal. What’s up?” 

“Make sure I’m not sitting next to any other members of my band on our flight home.”

Matt sighs. “Seriously? What happened this time?”

“None of them seem to respect me or Orion and what we’re dealing with right now, and I can’t sit next to them while we’re stuck in the air for eight hours.” 

Right as I say it, Luke turns a corner and comes into view. 

“Wait, what did I do?” He asks, looking hurt.

I roll my eyes. “Hopefully nothing.” 

“There we go, you can sit next to Luke on the flight home,” Matt says, slapping me on my shoulder. He then points at Luke. “Don’t piss him off between now and then, please? We’re running out of band members.” 

Matt walks away then and Luke looks to me, concerned.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

I sigh. “Just the shit with Ashton and then Mike decided to be an absolute ass and drunk text Orion some nasty shit on her birthday of all days. He didn’t even apologize to her!” 

Luke raises his eyebrows. “What did he say, exactly?”

The thought of what he exactly said makes me angry again. “He told her he hopes she dies, basically.” 

Luke opens his mouth in shock and shakes his head. “Fucking hell, man. I sent her a nice text and Venmoed her so she could have a drink on me on her birthday, for the record.”

I wish I could’ve sent her a nice text. I wish I could’ve taken her out to dinner and surprised her with all our friends waiting for us at her favorite dive bar afterwards. I wish we could’ve watched the sunset together. I wish I could’ve bought her flowers and the new pair of Converse she’s been eyeing for months. I wish I could’ve woken her up with breakfast in bed and we could’ve gone to the beach in the morning.

I don’t even realize I’ve gotten so zoned out that I’ve started crying until Luke starts hugging me. 

“Have you thought about reaching out to her?” He asks.

Have I thought about it? It’s practically the only thing I think about. All I do is think about her and about us. 

“I can’t, Luke. She’s stubborn. If we’re going to talk again, she’s gonna be the one to reach out.” 

Luke sighs. “She’s not doing well, Cal. Em’s said she barely does anything all day and she spends most of her time ‘napping’ in her room, but when Em walked by the other day during her ‘nap time,’ she could hear her crying.” 

My heart hurts hearing him say that. I can’t imagine how much pain she’s in. I hate that I can’t even check on her. I hate being apart, and I hate that she made me leave. 

Emelia seems to be doing a great job of being there for her, which isn’t surprising. If she’s calling Crystal to make Mike apologize and she’s updating Luke like this, she has to be around her a lot. I’m glad she’s not alone. I wish I was the one with her, but Emelia is the best option if I can’t be there.

“She doesn’t want me there, so I’m not there. But if she called, you know I’d be on the first flight home.” 

“And I’d book your ticket for you,” Luke says. “I want you guys to spend as much time together as you can. You’re so good for each other.”

I nod. “Thanks, but doesn’t seem like we’ll be booking that flight anytime soon.”

“I know, mate. I know,” he says sadly. “C’mon, let’s go get the others for soundcheck. I know you’re pissed at both of them, but we’re a band, after all.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he’s grabbing my arm and dragging me back to the room that Michael and Crystal were in earlier, but the closer we get to it, I realize that Michael and Ashton are arguing now because they’re both yelling at each other.

“Why the fuck do you think you’re better than me?! You’re the reason they broke up in the first place!” Michael yells. As we enter the room, I see that Ashton has Michael cornered and is looming very close to his face. 

“I was respecting Orion’s wishes! You don’t know anything about respecting her, apparently!”

“Oh fuck off! She’s a big girl, she should’ve been able to fend for herself. She didn’t need you to play henchman!”

“She didn’t even want to tell me! She had to beg me to keep it a secret after I found out, and every time I spoke to her after that, I begged her to tell Calum.”

“YOU’RE THE REASON THE BAND IS FALLING APART!” Michael screams. 

“Woah, chill out guys!” Luke says, walking over to the two incredibly angry men in the corner. 

“You fucking told her to die! Is that not sinking in for you?! She’s ill and you told her you hope her cancer is terminal and that her death sucks. What the fuck, man!?”

“If she died, our lives could go back to normal!”

As the words leave Michael’s mouth, I see red. I walk over to him, shoving Ashton out of the way, and grab the collar of Mike’s shirt while I push him into the wall. 

“Don’t you ever say shit like that about her again,” I say through gritted teeth. Just like when Ashton told me he knew about O’s cancer, I so badly want to punch Michael but know that I can’t. Orion would never forgive me. The last thing I need to do is give her a reason not to want me back in her life.

Michael looks like he thinks I’m going to punch him, and that’s satisfying enough, I decide. 

I grunt and let go of his shirt, pacing backwards and out in the direction of the stage. Before I leave the room, I turn around to face the three men who are all quite angry. “I don’t know who the fuck any of you are anymore.”

I leave the room, but then quickly go back in. “Except for you Luke, you’re good.” 

“Love you, Cal!” He calls after me. 

I pull out my phone, deciding I can text Em, even if I can’t text Orion.

To: emelia bo delia hey em. shit’s really hitting the fan over here, but just wanted to say thanks for being such an amazing friend to o. i appreciate you so much and she’s so lucky to have you.

She texts back instantly.

From: emelia bo delia cal! i’m so happy to hear from you. you know i’d do anything for hertake it crys made michael apologize to you and you made him apologize to her? sending you so much love. i know this hasn’t been easy. i miss you guys

I want to reply, but I don’t. I feel like if I start telling her how much I miss Orion I won’t be able to stop, and it’s time for soundcheck now.

Soundcheck, the handful of hours backstage before the show, and the show itself are all incredibly tense. I still can’t make it through Ghost of You and Amnesia without crying, but thankfully, despite everything, Mike still covers for me and sings my parts when I can’t. None of us have any moments of banter or goofing off on stage, which is never how things go for us, but I’m certainly not in the mood to make things different. 

After the show, normally we’d go out as a group for beer or something, but not tonight, and since the breakup, I’ve not hung out with the group on any of those outings. I have gone to small bars near our hotels and drank far too many pints of shitty beer alone before going to bed, but I don’t go out for fun. I go get drunk so I don’t have to think any more about Orion. 

I didn’t even see Crystal in the VIP section tonight, so she must be pissed at Michael still. I guess we could start a club. 

Once I’m out of my stage clothes, I throw on sweats and a beanie with my leather jacket, ready for another night to hang out at a bar by myself. It’s cold here, so I can't believe we still have fans camped outside of the venue. I nod and wave to them all, not planning on stopping but I can’t pretend they’re not there.

“Calum!” 

Of all the people shouting my name, I don’t know how I’m able to distinguish a voice from the rest, but I do. It stops me in my tracks. I turn around, trying to find the familiar voice’s owner. It’s been at least a year since I’ve heard it, but I know who it is without a doubt. She’s easy to spot, wearing a bright red puffer jacket and towering a few inches above most other girls in the crowd. She looks so relieved when I stop to see her and she pushes her way out of the group, walking up to me and throwing her arms around my neck. 

I hug Paula back. She’s one of the most neutral people that both Orion and I know. She’s not super close to either of us due to geography, but I have no doubt she’s finally heard the news. I wonder why she’s here. I don’t mind. It’s good to see a friendly face who hasn’t lied to me or pissed me off and won’t act like I should have my shit more together than I do in the wake of this all. 

“It’s so good to see you up close,” Paula says, laughing slightly. “My seat was shit.” 

We break our hug and I’m able to look at her again for the first time up close. She looks exactly the same, but her hair has a few more blonde streaks in it than it did two years ago. 

“You should’ve told me you wanted to come. You know I’d have gotten you a pass to be… wherever you wanted.” 

Paula smiles and rolls her eyes. “I know you do that for cute little American girls named Orion, but I wasn’t sure if you’d do it for me.” 

I smile, something I don’t do much these days. “Of course, Pau. You’re the reason we’re together in the first place.”

After I say it, realization washes over both of us. Neither of us knows what to say next. We’ve both gone ashen. Paula is basically the reason Orion and I were ever together, but the truth is that we aren’t together anymore. I clear my throat. 

“I’m about to go get plastered at some bar, wanna come?” The words sound worse after I say them out loud. What I’ve been doing for the last month hasn’t been healthy, but on the road, it’s the best way I can cope. I’m hoping things will change once I’m back in LA, but I don’t know how they will considering I’m going home to an empty apartment without Orion there. That might even be worse than being stuck with Ashton and constantly pretending everything is fine. 

Paula laughs and nods. “Sure, let’s do that.” 

We walk a few blocks and find a bar that looks like it’ll do the trick, taking a seat at the end of the bar in the darkest corner we can. We shed our coats and order beers, and it feels nice to be with a familiar face that isn’t causing drama or anything. 

“How is everything?” I ask. “Still planning on the US for grad school?” 

Paula smiles widely, looking a little surprised. “Yeah, I am. I’m surprised you remember.”

I frown in disappointment. “What? Why wouldn’t I remember? You were a huge part of the best summer of my life.” 

“You just meet so many people and it’s been two years, I don’t know.” 

I shrug. “You’ve been important to me and Orion for two years. I remember a lot of things about you.” 

Paula nods and sips from her mug of beer. ���You guys are important to me, too. But, anyway, yes, I’m still planning on the US for next year. I’m hoping do a graduate program in journalism at NYU.” 

I’ve always admired Orion and her friends’ dedication to their educations. It’s a life I never really thought about, and truthfully, I don’t know what my life would look like without the band. I’d probably be working some dead end job in Sydney. I don’t know if I’d have gone to uni. Soccer could’ve possibly panned out, so maybe I’d be doing that. 

Orion has known what she wanted to do since an incredibly young age and was already planning out her college majors when she was in middle school. She’s always known that she’d be in school for seven years after high school. 

“Sounds very fancy. I’m sure you’ll get in and you’ll love New York. And, Lucia? Are you guys still together?” 

Paula blushes and smiles at her beer before she sticks out her left hand, a sparkling ruby engagement ring adorning her ring finger. “Engaged!” 

I look at it and almost start crying. It’s almost identical to what Orion’s dream ring looked like, except she wanted a green stone instead of a red one like Paula has. I suck up my emotions and smile. “Congrats. I’m happy for you guys.” 

“Thank you, we’re really excited. She’s hoping to come with me and find a bar to work at while I’m in school, but that will depend on visas and stuff.”

I nod. “I get it. I know that stuff can be complicated. Orion would be helpful with that, you know? She knows a lot about the immigration system in the US.” 

Paula nods. “I know, I’ve been meaning to ask her. Just… with everything going on, I haven’t been certain that it’s a good time.” 

“Pau, if I know anything about her, it’s that she’d love to help you and take her mind off of things right now.” 

She sips from her beer and I do the same.

“Our last conversation didn’t exactly go all that well, so I’ll have to rest the waters in a few days.” 

I raise my eyebrows. “What happened?”

Paula rolls her eyes and chuckles under her breath. “She’s just being stubborn. We talked about you, mostly.”

I try not to choke on my beer. “Oh?” 

She shakes her head. “I, like everyone else, disagree with what all she’s done to your guys’ relationship and I could see just how horribly she’s doing right now. The solution is so simple, but she refuses, and I think she’s just scared.” 

I just nod and drink more beer. I don’t want to push her, because clearly Paula stood up for me, but I don’t want to say anything specific about Orion because I'm trying my best to make sure there is absolutely no reason that she could have not to get back together. 

“Anyone who knows either of you knows that it would just take a quick phone call for you to be back by her side,” Paula says quietly.

She’s right. And everyone does know it. Surely, Orion knows it too. 

“Why’d you come tonight?” I ask, shifting the subject. 

“I don’t really know. I just felt like you could use a friend right now, and the flight to Dusseldorf ended up randomly being really cheap, so I went for it.” 

“You came all the way here because you thought I might need a friend?” 

Paula laughs. “Maybe I wanted to try to convince you that you should go to her when you get home, too. I think it’s what’s best for both of you.”

I sigh and look down to my half empty beer. I can’t pretend that I don’t want that, and I can’t pretend that I don’t think it’s what’s best for both of us, but I am almost positive that if Orion doesn’t ask me to come, she will turn me away. 

“I don’t know, Pau. That morning, when she ended things, it was like someone else was inside her body speaking for her.” 

“You’re both stubborn. I just thought you should know how I feel. I love both of you, but I love you best together. If me saying something puts you one step closer to repairing what’s broken, it’s worth it to me.” 

I smile. “I love you, too, Pau. I appreciate you. You’re a good friend.” 

Paula and I both have another couple of beers, catching up over what we’ve missed in each other’s lives. I fill her in on the drama within the band and she takes it as far as unfollowing Michael on Instagram and Twitter because she’s so mad about what he said. She shares that she still lives in the same apartment that Orion once lived in, but now it’s just her, Marta, and Lucia, and they use the extra two rooms as a closets and an office for Marta and her to do their schoolwork. 

It’s nice to catch up with her, and after we are both warm and a little tipsy, I walk her back to her hotel and promise her tickets to the Madrid show next week. It’ll be the final show, so it’ll be special and even more special with some extra friends in the audience. 

I walk back to our hotel after, actually stopping to say hi to a few fans. Paula put me in a better mood, and I’m not quite so sour right now. While today has overall been shitty, it ended on a pretty good note. 

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@5SOSDeutschland: Calum spotted with a new girl in Cologne Image attached

@SOS5ever: Who’s that girl w Cal? Image attached

@5secsoffall: wow cal’s already seeing someone else and it’s not me :( Image attached

@CalPal: Replying to @5secsoffall: wtf he and orion JUST broke up???      @Ashton5SOS: Replying to @5secsoffall: that’s a mutual friend of both cal and orion. people can have friends and not be dating.           @5secsoffall: Replying to @Ashton5SOS: omg ashton replied!!           @CalPal: Replying to @Ashton5SOS: sad you have to even say that but thanks for clarifying!!! 

@EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: introducing my friend @PaulaPeriodista! my bestie’s roomie in spain and the best tour guide Image attached

@EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: Replying to @EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: since y’all jump to conclusions in a nanosecond thought i’d clear that one up real quick.      @PaulaPeriodista: Replying to @EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: LOL people really ignored the ENGAGEMENT RING on my hand and already have rumors going. 

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[ladyseidr]

once again stealing the whole "answering headcanon memes from memes i haven't been sent" from @florietiae because i love it <3

does your muse have freckles? if so, where are they placed? does your muse like their freckles, or wish they had some? ( x )

yes, and they're very obvious lmao. he definitely has full body freckles, but they're most prominent on his back, shoulders, thighs, and across his cheeks + nose. he generally doesn't care one way or the other that he has them, but he is not immune to either A. being made to feel embarrassed abt them if someone's a dick toward him, or B. getting flustered if someone says they likes them

is your muse a morning person or a night person? ( x )

night person ( are we surprised? ) both for Getting Into Trouble reasons when he's a teen and just in general. despite the aforementioned trouble, he actually finds nighttime relaxing and enjoys staying up late, particularly with company. however, sometimes his thoughts can get a little loud at night when he's alone. still, he is so not a morning person. good luck getting him to get out of bed in the morning lmao

does your muse believe people are innately good or innately bad? why do they believe this? ( x )

oh, he definitely believes most people are innately bad. eventually ( late 20's-30's ) he probably challenges this view, but not before then. between his parents, himself, and the people he chooses to surround himself with ( oops sorry michael, phoebe, and jeff ), he just. . . doesn't really have reason to think otherwise. don't get me wrong, boy lives in CRAZY cognitive dissonance when it comes to michael ( "i get to see the good, affectionate, softer side of him which means he's a good guy even if he beats the shit out of people and also bullies his brother for no discernable ( to rory ) reason" ) but UHHHHHH that doesn't last for, like. obvious reasons.

like genuinely how do i explain that he falls for michael, convinces himself that michael is good and safe, would lowkey do anything for michael, and then ends up complicit in evan's death. i'm not absolving rory of anything, to be clear, because he went along with it just fine, but y'know. what if they just both fucked each other up REAL bad??

but also like his parents do suck. really. dangling them at william as i speak.

how did your muse come to realize their romantic and sexual orientations? was it difficult to accept? are they proud of who they are? ( x )

okay, i joke abt his denial a lot ( as a queer person who def went through a period of like. . . the kind of denial that sounds fictional LMAO ) but here's a more serious discussion:

obviously i've discussed plenty ( including in his bio ) that he falls for michael, but in terms of his personal process of accepting it. . . it's slow going. he's 100% in denial until the moment he literally kisses michael and, let's be real, there was crazy romantic tension before then. then he just panics and starts trying to prevent aaaaaany sort of realization. that's where all the "it's just experimenting," "it doesn't mean anything," "i'm straight, you're just the exception" jokes keep coming from ( they're not really jokes lmaoooo ). he's like 0.1 seconds away from "no homo-ing" directly after a makeout session. he will fly off the fucking handle if anyone "accuses" him of being gay, especially if it's intended homophobically, but honestly period. this includes michael, the guy he's actively lowkey dating-without-admitting-it. okay, tbh i'm laughing at this like yes it's sad but imagine arguing that you're straight with the guy you kiss 40 times a day.

he's so close to accepting that he's gay ( considering he's finally accepting he's in love with michael, even if he hasn't Said The Words yet ) when The Bite happens and, uh. heartbreak and self-hatred just makes him tamp that realization back down for a few years. once he moves out, he's finally able to process and accept his orientation, though i wouldn't say he's at the point of feeling pride. i think that'll probably take several more years to. . . just be himself. i do actually think he's the type to eventually be comfortable enough to be openly gay ( like jayne ) despite the times and risks despite everything prior fkdshfadsl

[skinnywalker]

Hello! Can I ask for a lost boys smut (Paul & Michael) finding their male mate and immediately making their move? You can add the other boys too if you want:] thank you!

My boys 🤤

♡ BITING BETWEEN ♡ (Michael x reader x paul)

(Smut under the cut)

There comes a time where every male vampire gets that need. That stomach turning, sense filling, captivating every thought need, and for most of the boys that need had already been filled.

"God damnit how long are those two gonna be moping over a mate!?!"

David threw himself down upon the couch starring at the still closed door, inside Paul and Michael smelled the only thing they had of their mate, a single lost glove.

"I mean they haven't left the glove alone for DAYS!"

Dwayne shrugged.

"I guess they just cling to what they have."

Thats when it hit Paul. The smell of cigarettes mixed with cotton candy was the undertone of the glove.

"Mike he was on the pier when he lost it! We-we've got to go!"

The two stumbled free seeing blindly for any hint of their mate's aroma. The sea edge was full of tourists laughing and singing. It was nauseating for the needy blood-suckers. Paul pushed through the hords of night walkers desperate for some sign of his mate then a sound rang out from Michael.

"IT'S YOU."

The two corner the other man before scoping him terrified on the bridge and into the hideout.

"Please don't hurt me please."

He wriggled trying desperately to free.

"Never angel never"

Paul muttered lovedrunk as he ran his tongue along his mate's neck.

"You see sweet boy you were made for us."

Michael grips his chin and breathes against his lips.

"And the last thing I want to do is hurt."

The boys tighted their hold on his body. He knows he should be scared trapped between two vampires but he can't help how horny their ruting along his legs makes him feel.

Paul bit first, sloppy sucking brushes mixed with blood.

"Don't worry baby."

Michael yanked free his pants.

"You'll be one of us soon."

While Paul focused on his neck Michael bite down his stomach to his boxers. His dick sprung free already leaking precum.

"You're ready already."

He ran his tongue along his mate's length earning whoreish moan. He then took the whole thing into his mouth teasing the other man to near tears.

"Please! P-please let me cum!"

He's grins the cruelest grin imaginable.

"Alright baby."

That seems to alert something in paul who moves his head from the neck to the back of the head.

The two push the other man down, strip him and force him to take their fingers I his mouth.

"Come on, suck it up like a good boy."

Paul's finger slip out and trust deep into his hole. He gasps drooling down his chin and chest as Michael's fingers join. They create a sloppy rhythm causing him to grind down. This time Michael bites sucking his own mark along the flurry of bruises. They pulled out just to refill him with their dicks.

"That's it baby. You'll be all ours."

He moans feeling his whole body breakdown into their bodily warmth. Paul was right, he needed to be all theirs forever and ever and-

They came rough and full nearly breaking him in half.

"God baby, I think we'll need to do this again."

[wh0rephobic]

Head empty just a virgin teen!Michael who is best friends with a experienced reader but one day Michael was all like "could you teach me stuff..."

And ill leave it up to you djsksoa

-🐀

virgin eighteen y/o michael is so cute. he gets flustered so easily and you just loovve to tease him when he gets all worked up. for the sake of this i’m gonna move experienced!reader up to slut!reader who always says unfiltered things to mike in order to get him all red and embarrassed. just the two eating lunch together and you chirp, “see that guy over there? yeah, he fucked me so hard last night i squirted. then i sucked his dick.”

you say everything so out of pocket and nonchalantly. sometimes michael even gets hard just off of the pictures you paint in his head!!

but, he also starts to think. he feels like he’s kinda… missing out, on all of this sex stuff. he’s just really nervous and doesn’t know what to do… but who else would be better at teaching him anything other than you! so, one day when you’re over, the two of you just hanging out on michael’s bed and he gathers the courage to spring the question.

“could you, um—“ he stammers, starting to get red again. “g-give me a hand job?”

your mouth gapes in shock of the question. who is this man, where’d michael go?

“n-not like i’m using you, i-i swear i’m not! you’re one of my best friends, it’s just… you talk so much about it, i’m starting to wonder…”

but you only giggle at his precious reaction, shushing him of his fears as you roll on your stomach next to mike’s lap, dragging your palm up and down his thigh.

“aww,” you giggle. “you’re so stressed out, mikey. let me help you…”

best experience of his life. he had his head thrown back on his shoulders as you nipped at his neck, stroking him just perfectly in your hand, twisting around the head and drawing loud groans from him as he gets closer and closer to cumming.

he cries out when he does, body violently shaking in your hand as he rides it out, and then proceeds to beg you to show him how to repay you afterwards.

“pl-please, please! l-“ he stammers, “let me eat you out.”

this new, bold side of michael is very interesting… you like it. you let him, and thank god you did because he is a natural. so good that you actually can’t stop thinking about him and his tongue, and neither can he. you two become regular fuck-buddies after that.

[stripper-patrick]

Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

[opluffys]

Pleasure With The Pain

internal conflict i had about posting this shit here. fuck it. i still write primarily for one piece though. i stopped looking for gifs tbh i’m tired of hunting for good ones. also writing pairing under the title now. also posted on my archive, luffys, like everything else here. pls enjoy. :)

-Michael Myers x Reader-

-smut/nsfw-

Again and again, his relentless thrusts caused your dried out throat to scream his name. You couldn't count how many times you had orgasmed that night, your senses starting to numb. His grip on your hips tightened, his hand nearly covering the entirety of your flesh. His sheer size splitting you until it hurt and stung.

"Please, just a second... I just need a second, stop.. please, oh God, I can't take it..." Your plea didn't fall on deaf ears, his hips stuttering, your crying actually having an impact on his emotions for a moment.

His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, a silent taunt telling you that no, he wasn't going to stop, and that you were the one to ask for intimacy tonight.

You whimpered quietly as you felt his cock swell deep inside of you when he heard you beg to stop, your legs shook, unable to hold yourself up. You knew if you passed out he'd continue to fuck into you, nothing would stop him.

Losing your balance, a powerful thrust from the cruel man behind you forced you into the mattress, your smaller hands gripping the sheets as not to hit the headboard.

"Look, I can't even move. Please, just ten, no, five minutes. Please..?"

No.

The answer was no.

Crying large and salty tears when you felt him snug against your cervix once more, you wondered briefly if you'd die here. You smiled, no, that couldn't be the case, he wouldn't kill you.

You're the only one who could take him, after all.

But you'd be a damn liar if you said all you felt was the pain and annoyance of overstimulation, he felt good. So fucking good deep inside of you, feeling your sweet, soft walls flutter around his throbbing dick.

He wasn't a man, nor human, to the generalized public. To some, he was just a psychopath with some sort of vendetta against his victims.

To you? His stamina was not of a human being, no. You lost count of how many times he'd fill you with his hot seed and still be hard, sliding his large cock in and out of you like nothing.

He eyed your sopping cunt, sucking him in and attempting to milk him despite your protests. Watching himself delve deep into you over and over, your pussy creaming over his dick...

Fuck, it was hot.

His breathing was heavy, as it was when he had been rewarded with sinking a sharp edge into an unfortunate souls body. Hearing their shrieks and moans of death made him shudder, as did you whenever you opened your soft lips to scream for him.

"You're killing me, ohh, you're gonna fucking kill me, Michael..!" You gasped, feeling him spill himself inside you once more.

He stopped completely, of course he didn't understand that he wasn't actually, going to kill you. This was good for you, since he stopped you'd be able to catch your breath.

He turned you around, your back against the mattress and your soft breasts on display for him. You gave him an angered expression, you wanted to stop, he didn't care. He wanted to keep going, and if he wanted that, he'll do as he pleases.

His calloused and large hands reached to cup your smooth breasts, pinching and rolling the nipple in his hand. You covered your mouth, trying not to use your voice any longer, it hurt to even breathe at this point.

But he wouldn't be having any of that, he wanted to hear you scream just for him, unwind just for him, he wanted to hear it all.

Reaching and grabbing your wrist, he removed it from your agape mouth harshly. While his hands were massaging your breasts, he slid back into your drooling warmth once again, hearing you whine and feeling you tighten around him in silent opposition.

He ran his hands over your body, bending down to bite and suck your clavicle and wrap a hand around your bare and marked neck, cutting off the steady airflow. You were used to him doing this, but not when your body was so weak. His hard abs and pectoral muscles were against your much softer body, his lips catching your own, kissing you harshly.

You've never felt him like this, so rushed, desperate, needy... If he almost killed you every time he felt like this, you need to give him his space.

Him kissing you meant the little air your burning lungs oh so desired were being drunk in by the man above you, panting against your opened mouth.

Subconsciously, his hand had gripped tighter on your neck while connected to you, he had never felt such a thing before. Being intertwined with you in such a way, thrusting into your womb over and over, while stealing your breaths and moans...

You were convinced that you were blacking out, lungs desperately attempting to expand, but to no such avail. Your eyes tried to stay opened, blinking rapidly as your (skin colour) flesh had turned a paler contrast.

He noticed that familiar look of serenity when losing your grip on life, quickly letting go and hearing you drink in the air, crying out while your throat throbbed lightly.

Flipping you once more, he was a fan of this position. He had the most control, moving your hips, grabbing your neck, you knew, you preferred to ride him, but he always managed to get you like this.

Mumbling his name along with a string of profanities, you came around him once more, making a mess over his cock. He groaned deeply, feeling you squeeze around him impossibly tight, pushing himself into you one last time, his tip invading your insides and spurting his hot cum inside for the nth time.

Pulling out slowly, just to make you hiss once more, he lay next to you silently.

One day, he really is going to kill you.