#Mike appreciates the effort

[dire-kumori]

Scooped Sitcom Mike doesn’t really like to talk about his whole... situation, but when he does he usually refers to himself as ‘ugly,’ and ‘disgusting,’ and even, ‘broken.’ One time when he does this Evan looks up at him and frowns.

Evan: You promised you wouldn’t say mean things anymore.

Mike, confused: I’m... not? Saying anything mean to you?

And then he starts overthinking, wondering if he had inadvertently insulted Evan without meaning to.

Evan: You shouldn’t say mean things about yourself either.

Mike: [shrugs] It’s not like it’s not true.

So Evan decides the correct course of action would be to play keep away with Mike’s head until he stops being self-deprecating.

[steveharrington]

i really love mikes mic because unlike some 👁️ youtubers he never makes the shows he’s discussing into a Joke. like a lot of youtubers will pick a show or movie to discuss and the entire joke of the video is this ironic “ha ha isn’t it sooo funny that i’m making a video about this like im sooo random for having a serious discussion about this media that’s so surface level and dumb” NO he truly genuinely loves the shows he discusses and you can tell that he is passionate about the writing and characterization and plot elements…it’s just truly refreshing to see someone make authentic and genuine content while also being really funny….like idk i don’t really watch a lot of the shows and movies he discusses but his love and interest in them does genuinely convince me and it comes from such a sincere place

[extensionallydefined]

ive seen this post and i wasnt going to engage, but if you insist

the half full vs half empty thing is purely semantic. its just how you decide to call the glass. the criteria proposed by the engineer is perfectly serviceable, just like any other. use-criteria of terms is decided publicly though and most people dont intuitively draw that distinction so you cant really argue its the correct way, moreso just a rigorous way of doing it (im being wittgensteinian here - oh wait, see how semantic arguments are influenced by our implicit philosophy of language ideas? huh)

as for the clone question and the last one, that's just straight up not engaging with it. the question is if there is a meaningful distinction between the clones. the guy just points out one distinction and doesn't argue for it beyond restating his point. the clone question is interesting in the sense that youre trying to find some way of functionally distinguishing the two. one comes first, sure, but that doesnt draw a meaningful distinction. if you ran into two identical clones with the exact same memories up to that point, youd have no way of differentiating, and then the interesting question is if theyd truly be ontologically the same object or whether theyd be the same person identity wise. but of course the engineer in this comic would rather be smug, and i understand that that's intended to be a caricature as well. and then with the true observation thing, well... i think that's self explanatory honestly, and if it isnt satire id be very concerned lol. just throw the entirety of epistemology and philosophy of science down the drain why don'tcha?

if it was just those silly examples i wouldnt be bothered, but what does bother me is the "engineers arent allowed into philosophy conferences" bit. that punchline. because the implication seems to be that since engineers just "have the obvious answers" they defeat the point of having philosophical discussions (which are presented as inherently pretentious) so they cant be invited. i dont know the author's pov tho, so its also possible that this is meant as hostile towards the engineer, in the sense that he refuses to engage so much that he shouldnt even be allowed to attend a conference.

both these possibilities are wrong and smug, and beyond whatever authorial intent there is, i wanna add something to the conversation by talking about it.

engineers, mathematicians, scientists of all shapes and sizes, in summary, stem people, need to engage with philosophy. philosophy itself is in a constant dialogue with the sciences (theres a whole field called philosophy of science, and phil of mind is closely linked with psychology) but the attitude i find towards philosophy from the stem side is often (not always, but often) a mix of "thats useless idea-talk" and "ohhh thats so complicated and beautiful". the second take seems nicer but it seems to reduce philosophy to an artform that has nothing to say beyond abstract babbling (though its a lot less malicious of a take for sure, its moreso ignorant - not that a more hostile take cant be born from ignorance, which is my point here).

if you can take something out of this comic strip and out of my rant here it's that the engineer here needs to attend philosophy conferences to broaden his worldview and realize that nothing is as obvious as he thinks! and this is especially important in the current world where instrumental reason runs rampant and everything seems like it has to be "engineerized" to give the simplest, easiest solution/profit. im not one of these pretentious philosophers thatll tell you that philosophy is better than other fields because its useless and only useful for itself. its not. theres a lot at play in philosophical discussions, and it has real life, practical consequences. the easiest example is political philosophy. hegel and marx, hobbes and rousseau, they influenced the course of history, did they not? well there you go. the thing is that philosophy doesnt set a goal from the start and then finds the easiest most efficient way there. its a field of inquiry where you go where the arguments take you. you dont set the destination from the start (ideally)

so yeah. stem people have to appreciate philosophy more. and the "engineers cant attend philosophy stuff" part bothers me because it displays smugness on one side, the other, or both. different fields gotta interact

I find it kind of stupid how 'half full' vs 'half empty' is framed as an optimist/pessimist thing. If it starts full and gets halfway drained, it's half empty. If it starts empty and gets halfway filled, it's half full. If you don't know the starting state it's both simultaneously.

[tfboyzblog]

Mikey couldn’t believe it was working. That old spell book in his grandfather’s chest was for real. Holding Saul’s hand, he could feel a strange energy fill his body. 

“Holy shit lil’ dude” the older boy exclaimed. “Look at you!”  

Mike glanced to the side where he had his mirror and look at his reflection in shock. He was rapidly growing, almost reaching Saul’s height as a senior. His shirt felt increasingly constrictive as his arms bulged, chest muscles began to push the fabric, back widened. Take off the glasses and ditch the button-up and he could pass as part of the swimming team, or maybe the soccer team... 

“Wow...” was all he could muster in his new, slightly huskier voice. 

“Bro...” Saul nudged him, but the boy was too enraptured in his marvelous growth to notice the older boy begin to dwindle in height and lose much of his size. 

“Bro! I think you’re good for now! Let go!” Saul called louder this time, using his free arm to pull off Mikey’s hand from his own. 

“Oh!” Mikey exclaimed as he came to himself. “I’m sorry! I was so...” he began to mutter as his eyes went back to the mirror and his improved form “-amazed...” he concluded as he tried to move around in his too-small clothes. 

“Yeah... I noticed...” Saul commented in an annoyed tone as he lifted his arms to see how baggy his shirt was now. He silently appreciated the belt holding up his shorts. “Anymore and I’d come out of this looking like a middle schooler... “ 

Mikey looked at his friend, noticing how they practically saw eye to eye now, but the bulk and size the eighteen-year-old had before were gone. He’d still pass for a senior, maybe a junior, but a more average looking one now.  

He smirked. “Nah! You’re still a big boy.” He playfully patted him on the shoulder. “Besides, you’d probably be a cute middle schooler anyway.” He commented. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Mikey!” He pointed at Mike. “Don’t make me regret this!” 

Mikey nodded. “Don’t worry! I promise I won’t.” He hugged his friend, feeling the new power in his arms. If he wanted, he thought, he could hold Saul like that with minimal effort. It felt good. During his strong hug he could swear he felt a poke against his leg, but as he let go, he could see nothing out of the ordinary, aside from what could be a slight blush on Saul’s heavy tanned skin. 

“Thank you! I mean it!” Mikey said. “I just need to stop being kicked around by Hank and his imbecile posse. And now,” he attempted to flex a bicep, but stopping as soon as he started hearing a tear in the fabric “I can! And all thanks to you.” 

“Yeah yeah! I know I’m awesome!” Saul waved. “Just give me back my...” he looked up and down to the burgeoning athlete in dork clothes “you know, everything, next week. That should be enough...”  

“Don’t worry.” Mike said with a wink. “I’ll put your... everything to good use!” 

-- 

Saul left soon after and Mikey thanked the heavens. He couldn’t stand in these terribly tight clothes anymore! His shirt, his socks, but more urgent yet, his underwear. 

Taking off his button shirt with effort, Mikey was in awe of his new sculpted pecs protruding from his chest, he caressed them and followed down to an immaculate row of abs connecting to his waist. He pulled off the trousers, that now looked like they were close to tearing at the seams. His legs were wide and powerful. His feet looked bigger, even. And gazing up he stopped at his poor white briefs, pushing and compressing an impressive bulge. 

“Wow...” He moaned. “I guess I got some of Saul’s ‘other’ size too...” He thought as he pulled down the last piece of constrictive clothes. A long, girthy semi erect dick whipped out of the small nerdy briefs. “I must be, like... 7 inches now!” Mikey said, grabbing his newly improved fuckstick. It felt heavy in his hand, being accustomed to his 4 incher. “Poor Saul.” He thought, making a note to return him his size as soon as he could. 

“But for now...” He smirked and flexed his huge biceps. His dick twitched at the sight. “I want to enjoy the ride.” 

-- 

Saul was getting restless. The week was almost over and not a word for his neighbor. Mikey was always a good kid, and he was tired of hearing how he was constantly getting bullied by some idiot jocks... 

He looked at his mirror. He missed his muscles and the size he used to carry, but he couldn’t help thinking how he kinda looked cuter with a bit less meat in his bones, more of an average but still charming high school boy. He felt a tingle in his lower area, making him rethink all of that. If he knew Mikey’s weird spell would also drain away his size down there, he’d probably reconsider being a donor. Even in his boxers, there was hardly any bump in the front. His healthy looking 6 incher, now closer to 4, at most... 

Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door. 

Mikey! It had to be him! 

Saul flew down the stairs, only in a baggy t-shirt and boxers. He wasn’t prepared for who was waiting on the other side of the door. 

A hulking muscular beast walked in. “Hey there little dude.” He said in a deep voice as he looked down at Saul. “Did you get smaller since I last see you?” 

“Mikey?” Saul asked incredulous. This muscle god was at least 7 feet tall by now, his massive chest barely covered by a tank top, strong thick arms stretched behind his head exposing a pair of sweaty and moderately hairy pits. The monster smirked at Saul, and it was clear it was his friend’s face. More masculine, more defined, perfect skin instead of the normal zits, a killer smile... 

“I go by Mike now. Mikey was giving people the impression I was some tiny nerd or something.” He brings one of his arms down and casually adjusts his crotch. “And there’s nothing tiny here, right?” He laughs.  

Saul could see the outline of the massive snake in his underwear, easily spotted in all its thick glory even through the sweatpants Mike was wearing. 

“What...what happened? You were like...not half as big last week.” Saul asked the giant teen boy. 

“Well, it was all thanks to you, buddy!” He said as he walked towards Saul and grabbed him in a strong hug. Saul’s head resting against the boy’s giant pec. He suddenly felt inundated by the smell coming from his arms. Saul’s head started swimming and a tingle made his dick twitch. 

“You should’ve seen Hank’s face!” Mike laughed and let go of Saul, walking towards the living room and sitting in the sofa, legs wide apart. “When he saw I was as tall as him and was like, as jacked as him, I think he shat his pants. For the first day in my high school life, they left me alone. I couldn’t believe it was that easy!” 

“That’s great! But then-” Saul tried to speak. 

“I wasn’t done speaking, bro.” Mike interrupted, in a calm, but authoritative way. His voice caused a tingle to spread down Saul’s spine and into his lower area. 

“Well, you won’t believe what those pussies tried next!” He continued, now in a friendlier tone. Saul, however, couldn’t shake off the force the boy exuded and the respect he commanded with a simple sentence. He stood in front of the huge teen as he stretched on the couch.  

“They waited for me outside the school the next day. Waited for me to be alone and then Hank grabbed me and dragged me to old warehouse. I guess he thought he couldn’t put me in my place alone now, so he wanted to gang up on me where no one could see. Can you imagine though? How could those losers ever think my place was beneath them?” He laughed at the notion. 

“And wasn’t he surprised when he noticed my shoulders were too wide for him to grab me like that. And weren’t his friends shocked when he let go of me and was just a skinny brat. You should’ve seen his face. Wait. You can actually see it. I took pictures.” Mike said, picking his phone from his pocket. Turning the screen to Saul, the awe-struck boy could see a kid looking no older than 12, swimming in his oversized clothes, looking up in shock. 

“Glad I remembered grandad’s spell, eh?” He winked at Saul, who nodded, not wanting to interrupt his friend again. 

“Well, after the brat was taken care of, his friends were easy pickings, to be honest. With every bit of muscle I took, I took ability, masculinity, everything that made them jocks. They had nowhere to run, and I took it all.” He laughed. 

“So, what do you think lil’ bro?” Mike smirked at Saul as he flexed his gigantic biceps. 

Saul dry swallowed. What did he think. Right in front of him was the biggest 15-year-old in the world, most likely. He exuded power and masculinity. He fumbled for words. He felt butterflies in his stomach and the tingling in his dick was stronger than ever. Not just his dick, either. He felt a yearning, inside... 

“Mike-” he almost used his old nickname. “That’s insane. You’re like, bodybuilder huge!”  

“I know, right? Pretty sick!” He guffawed. “Didn’t feel the need to drain them as much as Hanky boy, but they’re pretty much nobodies now. Horny submissive nobodies, actually.” Saul was shook. “They can’t seem to quit my dick, now.” 

“But then again.” Mike grabbed a handful of cock “I got about four jocks worth of testosterone and musk so...” He looked suggestively at Saul “who would be able to...” 

Saul tried to repress the growing feeling inside him. “But your folks? I live right next door and saw nothing different. No one was surprised about this much growth?” He tried to change the subject. 

“Oh that!” Mike waved. “Another one of grandad’s spells. Basically, it normalized things. If you’re outside the spell, that’s how things always were. Kids at school all think that this is how I always looked. Well except for Hanky boy and the bottom bunch. Even if they wanted to tell someone what happened no one would believe them. I think they like knowing their muscles made me this huge, and if they don’t, they should. But yeah, since you were outside that spell it probably, sorta normalized things for you too...”   

Saul just nodded. It made sense. Even though his head was spinning from all this information and the increasing muskiness in the room. 

“So yeah. It’s all thanks to you, lil’ buddy!” Mike reached in front and grabbed Saul until the smaller 18-year-old was straddling his huge quad. Mike’s strong arms surrounded the boy and hugged him tightly. Saul couldn’t help himself but sitting on his friend's leg and putting his hands on his muscular body. 

“I came over to honor my end of the deal. Give you back your muscle. Your height. A few inches down there...” he chuckled. “Unless you don’t want me to.” 

Saul looked shockingly into his friend’s eyes, still holding to his pecs and shoulders. How could he think that was the case. For an entire week he’s been forced to live without his hard-earned physique. It’s not like it’s that bad, and he had to admit he fit real comfortably on Mike’s lap like that, but still... 

“Unless you want me to keep them. Keep looking like this.” He spoke softly, in a voice that twisted his thoughts. 

 “I think that’s what you want.” He chuckled softly; poking Saul’s modest but raging boner. A large wet spot already had formed on the front of his boxers. “And if that’s the case, I’m sure I can pay you back some other way.” Mike’s big meaty hand slid down Saul’s slender back until it found his supple ass. Saul yelped as the hand caressed his backside. “I’ll make sure to give it all to you. Again, and again...” He whispered at his ear. 

“But you have to be the one to say so.” He continued. “So, what will it be?”  

Saul still looked at his friend’s eyes, his hands wandered freely on Mike’s massive chest. He couldn’t think straight, and the yearning inside grew and grew until he finally admitted to himself what it really was.  

He wanted this muscle god inside him. He knew he’d gladly give all his muscle, all his masculinity, just to be owned by this perfect specimen. No matter how many others there were; to know he was Mike’s. To be used as he saw fit. Saul could only hope he was able to give more to this example of athletic perfection. More of his height, so he’d be smaller, and Mike could manhandle him with even more ease, more of his dick and balls, now useless for Mike’s intended purpose, so he could add more to the python and orange sized balls his former nerd friend now had. 

And as he imagined that and he became even more hungry for cock, Saul felt himself sink deeper, fit even more snugly in Mike’s embrace. He could feel the teenage titan stretch a bit more; his spine extend a couple more inches; his frame swell with some more pounds of muscle...  

Saul looked up at Mike and approached his mouth to his, still afraid to make any noise, and meekly nodded. After all, the choice was obvious. 

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Well this has been my first "longer" story and the first experiment in making stories without a picture for inspiration and instead drawing random themes from a choice wheel. This time the themes were Muscle Theft and Corruption ;)

The AI picture is just meant as a placeholder for now, as I haven't found a appropriate picture for it ( and I know you pervs prefer TF stories with pictures). I invite people to submit pictures to accompany this story. And finally, if you have suggestions of other places I could post my longer stories from now on, please let me know!!

[hippielittlemetalhead]

Part 3 (One of Us) of 'Never Took The Time (To Forget)' previously known as 'Hopper Adopts Steve But Make It Sad'

Part 1 (Hop fucks up), Part 2 (Pride and Prejudices: Joyce Edition), part 3, Part 4.1 (With a Capital 'P'), Part 4.2 (Robin's Boy), Part 5 (Man Of The Hour)

Here's a bit more for you filthy animals 😘

Much like he's come to expect from the small soldiers these children have fashioned themselves into he's not surprised when they come pouring out of whichever of the twins' rooms they shoved themselves in like codependent sardines. He's not surprised by the looks of anger and disappointment and confusion. Claudia Henderson's kid -Dustin- looks on the edge of tears with a grim set to his mouth that reminds him of when the kid's mom is beyond words in her slow-burning fury. El and Will have matching looks of disappointed confusion.

What he's not expecting is the way Mike and the younger (usually more volatile) Sinclair are holding onto an incensed looking Lucas. Lucas who has always been the polite one when it came to addressing adults and the one to preach caution and thinking plans through. Lucas who has been quiet and withdrawn since Hop came back, spending his days at the edge of Party affairs when not helping in the rebuilding efforts around town or sitting at Max's bedside.

"What the fuck, Hopper?" The kid spits out and that seems to snap the rest of The Party into action. Will goes to join the two holding Sinclair back but Dustin starts near incoherently yelling in that screechy pitch only that kid seemed to be able to hit about bullshit cops and useless adults and to let Lucas go. "He idolized you, man! Would tell us all the time that you were 'one of the good ones' that if we ever needed anyone and he wasn't there, to find you. That you would take care of us because that's just what you did for people. Because you were good!"

"Lucas, chill out man." Mike pants though he's also glaring daggers at Hop.

This is where Joyce (god bless her) decides to step in. "Lucas, honey-" She says with her soft voice and big wet eyes and that warmth she seems to infuse into everything she touched. "It's complicated. There's some things you just don't understand and-"

"No! You two don't understand! Steve is GOOD. He's good and he cares and he takes care of everyone else and he always kept us safe." The kid seems to be losing some of his steam, pulling at his friends less and resigned to shaking in barely contained fury. "He gets hurt and he gets back up and he apologizes for taking a fall in the first place! He's just Good."

"I know he's been good to you kids and I appreciate that, I really do Lucas." Joyce says, her voice a little stronger, that steadiness returning. "Sometimes people in our lives can do bad things to others and we don't see it because we care about them and that's not always a bad thing. But we have to remember that the people who were wronged are allowed to be upset and that's normal to feel and-"

"You mean like Jonathan?" The room goes quiet. Will looks resigned but not surprised by Lucas' question but the rest of the kids look just as confused as him and Joyce. "Did you really think Steve broke his camera -in the school parking lot of all places- for the hell of it? Did you seriously never question it?"

Hop feels something twist in his gut. He had been so caught up in the search for Will and wrangling a frantic Joyce that he hadn't paid any attention to small-town squabbles like two teenagers having it out in the school parking lot, the destruction of personal property or what might have triggered it. He looks over the kids' heads to see Jonathan and his stoner buddy standing just outside his door. The friend looks confused but Jon is looking at his mom who hasn't noticed him yet like a man preparing himself for the gallows.

"Mom." Joyce's eyes snap from where they were locked on Lucas up to her oldest son. "Mom, I-"

"What are they talking about Jon?" It's quiet. Quiet and scared because everyone in the room knows that whatever secret reason Lucas (and maybe Will?) seems to be the only one to know Steve had for picking a fight isn't going to be good. Jonathan's mouth opens like he's going to say something but no words come out. "Honey, what did you do?"

"He took pictures of Steve and his friends the night Barbara Holland disappeared."

"Will?" all eyes except Lucas' (who is still glaring daggers at Hop) are on the two brothers. One scared and almost pleading the other disappointed and resolved.

"He hid in the bushes and took pictures of Steve and his friends with Nancy and Barbara. There were pictures of Barbara at the Harrington place before she died and he never told anyone. But there were also-" He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes like he can't look at his older brother who has hung his shaggy head under everyone's heavy gaze. "There were pictures of just Steve and Nancy. Alone together. In Steve's room."

There's a sharp gasp that he thinks came from Joyce but he's too busy watching the young man he's come to consider a son. His head is still lowered and his shoulders are curving in on themselves as he shakes off the hand his long-haired friend tries to place on his shoulder.

"Oh baby," Joyce's voice is wet again. A tone of horrified disappointment to it that Hop has only heard her use when talking to or about one other person. "Tell me you didn't."

"Then he-" Will clears his throat like this one is what gives him pause. "He was caught developing the pictures in the school's darkroom. All of the pictures. And he had zoomed in on Steve's window. Nancy was the center of the shot." The kid's eyes flit over to Mike (who is now turning an interesting shade of red as he glares at Jonathan) before he blushes and looks at the ground, "She uh-"

Lucas does not seem to share Will's newfound hesitance in the face of an enraged Mike Wheeler. "Most of the upperclassmen argue if she had a bra or not but they all seem to agree she didn't have a top."

"Oh my god." Everyone was frozen as Joyce began to crumble. "Oh my god." He reached out to catch her, her nails digging into his arm through his shirt sleeve as she stared unseeing at her oldest son.

Jonathan started forward. "Mom, I-" a hand in the middle of his chest stopped him. "Will, please, I need to-"

"Just stop, man." Lucas sighs. "You started this shit, you gotta deal with it before you hurt someone else besides Steve."

"I didn't mean to hurt Steve."

Hops feels himself frozen to the spot in a way he's not used to anymore these days. His mind is working overtime picking out all of the charges that could have been pressed even against a boy of 15/16 if any of the kids in Harrington's inner circle had told an actual adult about the situation. The veritable legal hell that would have been brought down on Joyce while searching for a son legally assumed dead.

"Is that what you told yourself when you helped Nancy cheat?" And it just kept getting worse.

Joyce gives off a whimper and the kids gathered make varied sounds of shock and disgust.

"They were broken up."

"Were they? Cause everybody at school and half the town seems to all know about you and Nancy disappearing together when Steve was still calling her his girlfriend and then you all showed back up to school, Steve beat to hell again and Nancy hanging all over you. The basketball team STILL talk about it."

He's heard enough. "Alright, that's it!" He yells out over the children yelling and Joyce demanding answers and Jonathan's friend trying to say something about there being some sort of explanation. "This doesn't help us help Steve."

Lucas shakes off the loose hold Erica and Mike still had on him and crosses his arms as he rolls back his shoulders and tilts his jaw up to fix him with a glare. The kid's stance is almost arrogant but Hop can't help but notice the way he rests his weight on his off side, his shoulders back and his posture straight without his chest puffing out ridiculously like Hop is used to from teenage boys gearing for a fight.

"I think you've helped enough, Hopper." It's quiet and biting and he lets himself have a moment of grief for the childhood these kids lost, and the fact that he's almost positive Lucas didn't pick up this easy confidence from anyone else in their monster fighting club but Steve. "You and Mrs. Byers want to play nice now cause you feel guilty and that's all well and good but what happens when Steve does something else you don't agree with without explanation? Or he and Jonathan or Nancy get in another fight? When we finally get rid of Vecna and the Upside Down for good? What happens when you don't feel guilty anymore?"

"I can't make any sort of promise you lot will believe. And lord knows I'm pretty shit at keeping them anyways. I just want to be able to try."

"He mourned you, you know. When we were told you didn't make it." That weight is back in his chest. "He held himself together around us but there were- there were moments we could tell. He and El really bonded over that. Over you. Over losing you."

"I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't. You didn't want to know."

"There's no way I can make you believe me. That I want to fix this."

"We want to, Hopper." Dustin butts in, placing a hand on Lucas' shoulder and limping up next to the other boy. "But from what you and Mrs. Byers were talking about... There's just a lot that makes a lot more sense and it doesn't inspire a lot of faith in either of you."

"We need to discuss this as a Party."

"Okay."

"That means letting us take care of it. Steve's one of us and you hurt him."

"I understand."

"So you and Mrs. Byers have got to wait till we say you can talk to Steve. That he's ready for it."

"Now, kids-"

"No they're right, Joyce. We fucked it up on our own and- and he trusts these little shits more than he trusts us right now. We've gotta do the same."

Joyce sighs, "Fine."

She's not happy about it and honestly neither is he. But if the last few years and his stint in a Russian gulag and the subsequent escape taught him anything it's maybe he needs to trust his people to do what they need to do.

The kids scurry back to whichever of the Twins' room they came from, led by a newly determined and involved Lucas and a furiously muttering Dustin. Jonathan and Joyce make their way to the kitchen and Hopper decides he's going to let them have that conversation in as much privacy as they can with a house as full as theirs.

Hopper sits in the living room, runs his hands through his hair that's finally growing out and pulls them down his face before resting his chin on steepled fingers. He hates sitting and waiting and relying on someone else for the next steps. But all he can think about is the sound Steve made. The look in his eyes. The pride in his voice the last time he heard him say, "My Hop."

That's it!

He stands up so fast his bad ankle protests and his knees pop. He limps to the front door, yelling out to the house that he has to go, has something to do. Calls out he has his walkie and that El needs to be ready on time. Then he's out the door.

Part 4.1

More coming soon! Hopefully! Work went from an active team of about 12 to 5, not including the managers we lost ssssooo... Yeah fun times. 🙃

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[rylem33]

51UT Wine

Lauren adjusted the hem of her beige blouse for the fifth time in as many minutes, glancing nervously at the clock. The table was set with her best dishes, candles flickering softly, casting a warm glow over the small dining room. She smoothed the creases on the tablecloth, ensuring that everything looked perfect.

Her reflection in the kitchen window caught her attention. She’d gone with a light touch of makeup, just enough to bring color to her cheeks and highlight her lips. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, trying to fluff it up a bit. “He’s going to notice this time,” she whispered to herself.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway sent her heart racing. She quickly straightened the forks, adjusted the napkins, and forced herself to breathe.

The door opened, and Mike stepped in, his tie loosened, shoulders slumped. He paused when he noticed the table. “Wow,” he said, setting down his briefcase. “This is…nice.”

Lauren stepped out of the kitchen, her hands clasped in front of her. “Hi, honey! I thought…well, you’ve been working so hard, and I just wanted to do something special for you.” Her words came out rushed, nervous.

Mike smiled faintly, his exhaustion evident. “It looks great, Lauren. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble!” she said quickly, her voice pitched slightly higher than usual. “I thought it’d be nice for us to, you know, sit down together. Relax. Talk.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and gestured to the table. “Come on, sit down. I’ll grab the appetizer!”

Mike nodded, sliding into his chair and glancing around the table. “This is really thoughtful,” he said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Lauren hurried back with a plate of bruschetta, her hands trembling slightly as she placed it in the center of the table. “I know it’s simple, but it’s your favorite, right? I mean, you used to love it at that little Italian place we went to, remember? On our anniversary a few years ago?”

“Yeah,” Mike said with a small smile, picking up a piece. “I remember. That was a good night.”

Lauren beamed, perching on the edge of her chair. “I thought we could recreate some of that tonight. Just…you and me.”

Mike hesitated, setting down the bruschetta. “This is really nice, Lauren. But…” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

The words sent a jolt of panic through her, but she forced herself to keep smiling. “Oh! Wait.  Hold that thought!” she interrupted, standing abruptly. “I forgot the wine! What’s a fancy dinner without a bottle of wine, right?”

Mike blinked, surprised. “Uh, sure.”

Lauren rushed back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of 51 UT Wine. She’d picked it up after reading rave reviews, though she hadn’t tried it herself. The sleek, minimal label promised sophistication, and she hoped it would be enough to distract Mike from whatever serious topic was weighing on him.

She returned to the table, holding the bottle aloft like a prize. “Ta-da! It’s supposed to be amazing. I thought it’d be perfect for tonight.”

Mike nodded appreciatively as she poured them each a glass. “You really went all out, huh?”

“Well,” she said, setting the bottle down and reclaiming her seat, “you’re worth it.” She tried to steady her breathing as she watched him lift the glass to his lips. Whatever he wanted to say could wait until after they’d had a drink.

Mike cleared his throat. “Lauren, about what I was saying earlier…”

Lauren’s chest tightened. She reached for her glass, gripping the stem tightly. “Oh! Wait,” she blurted, her voice too chipper, “before we dive in, let’s toast!”

Mike blinked at her, but after a moment, he lifted his glass halfway. “Sure. A toast.”

“To us,” she said, forcing a smile, her glass meeting his with a soft clink.

Mike didn’t drink, though. Instead, he set his glass back down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Lauren, I appreciate all this effort. I do. But we need to talk.”

Lauren froze, her smile faltering. “What is it?”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he searched for the right words. “Things haven’t been great between us for a while now. You know that.”

Her stomach churned, but she nodded quickly, trying to get ahead of him. “Of course, I know! That’s why I’m doing all of this tonight. I thought maybe we could, you know, reset or…fix things.” She gave a nervous laugh, her words spilling out faster than she could think them. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t noticed. I’ve definitely noticed, Mike. That’s why I’ve been trying to—”

He held up a hand, cutting her off gently but firmly. “Lauren. Please. Let me finish.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” she said, shrinking back into her seat. To distract herself, she took a large sip of the wine. The taste surprised her, sweet and smooth, with just the faintest hint of spice. It lingered pleasantly on her tongue, and for a moment, she forgot her nerves.

Mike didn’t touch his glass. He pressed on. “I’ve been thinking a lot about…us. Our relationship. And I keep coming back to the same thing: we’re not close anymore. Not like we used to be.” He hesitated, his gaze darting to hers before quickly dropping to the table. “We barely talk. We don’t…connect. And our sex life…it’s nonexistent.”

Lauren’s face burned, and she looked down at her lap. “I know,” she whispered. “I know it’s been…”

“I’m not done,” Mike interrupted, his tone soft but insistent. “This distance between us—it’s been weighing on me, Lauren. And lately…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. “Lately, I’ve started noticing other women.”

Her head snapped up, her eyes widening in shock.

“I haven’t cheated,” he said quickly, holding up his hands. “I wouldn’t do that. But the fact that I’m even…noticing them, that I’m thinking about what it would be like…that’s not a good sign.”

Her heart sank, even as her hands tightened around the wine glass. She forced herself to take another sip, letting the warm liquid soothe her frayed nerves. “Noticing other women,” she repeated faintly, her mind reeling.

Mike leaned back in his chair, his expression pained. “I’m not saying this to hurt you. I just…I think we’re at a crossroads. I’ve been wondering if we’re better off going our separate ways.”

The word hung in the air like a storm cloud: divorce.

Lauren set her empty glass down and immediately reached for the bottle, refilling it with shaky hands. “I mean…wow. Okay. That’s…a lot.” She let out a nervous laugh, her words tumbling out faster than ever. “I mean, I knew things were bad, obviously. I’m not blind. But divorce? That’s—wow. That’s big. Really big. Not that I’m saying you’re wrong to feel that way, because obviously, you have a right to your feelings, and I totally get it. I do.” She took a deep breath and forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Mike opened his mouth to respond, but she was already talking again.

“But, you know, that’s why I did this tonight! I mean, look at this table! Look at this food! I wanted to show you that I care, that I’m trying.” She paused only to take another gulp of wine, barely noticing the beads of sweat forming at the nape of her neck. “I thought maybe if we just spent some time together, we could, I don’t know, reconnect or something. Because I don’t want to give up on us, Mike. I really don’t.”

Mike exhaled, looking down at his hands, which were clasped together on the table. His brow was furrowed as if the words were physically hard to pull out. “I’ve been carrying this around for a while, Lauren. I didn’t want to bring it up like this, but… I’ve been feeling lost. Like we’re just… going through the motions. It’s like we’re roommates, not a married couple. And that’s been killing me. I don’t know how to fix it.”

Lauren’s lips parted to respond, but she couldn’t form the words. Her mind was a jumbled, overheated mess. The warmth that had started in her belly had spread through her entire body now, making her feel flushed, shaky, hot.

She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to ease the strange ache growing between her thighs. Her nipples had hardened into stiff peaks, pressing insistently against the thin fabric of her blouse. God, why does this feel so good?

Mike looked up at her, his expression pained. “I’m not saying this is all your fault, Lauren. I know I haven’t been perfect. I’ve been distracted with work, but…”

Lauren’s heart sank at the words, but not for the reasons she expected. He’s right. I have been distant. 

She leaned forward slightly, the movement making her all too aware of the slick heat between her legs. She took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know I’ve been distant, Mike. I know.”

“I’ve been so stuck in my own head. Stuck in this rut. I didn’t mean to push you away, but I did. And you’re right, we’ve been so far apart. But I don’t want to be.”

Mike blinked, surprised by the sudden vulnerability in her voice.

“I don’t want us to fall apart,” she said, her voice rising slightly, as if she were pleading with him to believe her. “I don’t want to lose you. And I know I’ve made it hard, but, Mike…” 

Lauren’s words poured out in a rush, the desperation in her voice growing thicker. “I don’t want to waste another second, Mike. I can’t…”

She stopped mid-sentence, her breath hitching. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, catching them both by surprise. Her knees buckled slightly under the table, her thighs clamping together as a jolt of pleasure coursed through her body. “Oh…oh my god…”

Mike froze, his concern deepening. “Lauren? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Lauren opened her mouth to answer, but the words didn’t come out right. Instead, her voice wavered, raw and sultry. “I-I feel…so—” Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her body trembling. A louder moan tore through her, startling even herself. “Ohhh…oh, Mike…something’s happening!”

Her chest heaved as wave after wave of sensation rolled through her. Her skin was on fire. She felt her nipples stiffen even more, pressing painfully against her blouse. Her thighs quivered as her pussy throbbed.

“I…I can’t stop it,” she whimpered, her voice cracking as another moan escaped, louder this time. Her head tipped back, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as her body arched involuntarily. “It’s…it feels so good. Oh god, it’s so good.”

Mike stood from his chair, his concern battling with the undeniable arousal growing in him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her…her flushed cheeks, the way her body writhed, the glisten of sweat on her skin. “Lauren, talk to me,” he said, though his voice wavered. “What’s happening to you?”

Lauren doubled over suddenly, clutching her stomach as her moans turned into something almost guttural. Her back arched again, her fingers clawed at the table, her legs pressing together as if to contain the overwhelming sensations. “Ohhh, Mike…I…I can’t…ohhh!”

And then it hit her.

Her body tensed, every muscle locking as she let out a high-pitched cry, trembling violently. The orgasm tore through her, leaving her gasping and shuddering as she collapsed onto the floor.

“Lauren!” Mike’s chair scraped back loudly as he rushed around the table to her side.

She lay there on her back, panting heavily, her eyes fluttering open and closed. “Mike…I…” she started, but her words cut off with a gasp as her body began to shift before his eyes.

Mike knelt beside her, his heart racing as he watched. Her legs, slender and pale, began to lengthen, her thighs thickening into firm, toned curves. Her hips arched upward, widening slightly, her waist slimming even further into an exaggerated hourglass shape. 

Mike couldn’t look away as her chest rose and swelled, her flat chest filling out until her blouse strained against the growing fullness of her breasts.

Even her face changed, her features softening, her lips plumping into a full, glossy pout that begged to be kissed. Her hair darkened to a rich honey brown, cascading down her back.

And her clothes–oh god, her clothes—shifted along with her body. The plain beige blouse and pants melted away. A striped button-up shirt hung loosely from her shoulders, the top buttons undone to reveal a lacy lavender bra that barely contained her newfound curves. The matching panties hugged her hips perfectly, the dark lace accentuating every inch of her.

Mike took it all in. His wife, his Lauren, looked like someone else entirely. She was stunning, raw sexuality.

Lauren’s eyes fluttered open, and she let out a soft, breathless moan as she slowly sat up. Her gaze locked onto Mike’s, and a sly, predatory smile spread across her lips. “Mike,” she purred, her voice like velvet. “What’s the matter? Don’t you recognize me?”

Mike stared at her, completely stunned, his heart pounding in his chest. 

Lauren slowly pushed herself to her feet, like a predator stalking its prey. Her lips parted into a sultry grin as she looked at Mike. 

She reached for him, her nails lightly grazing his shirt as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. “Mike,” she purred, her voice dripping with need. “Why are you just staring? Don’t you want to touch me?”

Mike swallowed hard, his throat dry as he struggled to form words. “L-Lauren, I… I don’t understand what’s going on. Are you…feeling okay?”

She let out a soft, throaty laugh, her fingers trailing down his chest. “Oh, I feel better than okay. I feel incredible.” Her hips swayed as she stepped even closer, her body pressed against his. “And you’re going to feel incredible too, if you stop talking and start fucking me.”

“Lauren, wait,” Mike stammered, taking a step back, though his eyes couldn’t leave hers, or her body. 

Her hands moved to his belt, her nails grazing the leather as she tugged him closer. “I’ve been a good little wife for so long, haven’t I? Cooking, cleaning, keeping my legs crossed while you barely looked at me. But not anymore.” She licked her lips, her gaze locking onto his like a magnet. “I want you to give me everything you’ve got.”

Mike’s hands hovered near her arms, torn between pulling her closer and pushing her away. 

“I don’t care about being proper, or polite, or whatever the fuck we were doing before.” Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, pulling him down until her lips were millimeters from his. “All I care about is feeling you inside me. Right here. Right now.”

Mike’s resolve cracked, his breath catching as her hips pressed firmly against his, grinding ever so slightly. He could feel the heat radiating off her, and his body betrayed him.

Lauren smirked, noticing his reaction. “That’s more like it,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “I can feel how much you want me, Mike. So stop pretending you’re in control, and let me show you what I’ve been dying for.”

She grabbed his hand and guided it down to her waist, pressing his palm against her panties. She leaned into his ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you feel that? How hot I am for you? How wet?”

Lauren reached for the wine bottle, her movements unhurried and deliberate. She poured herself a fresh glass, her fingers tracing the rim as she swirled the dark liquid. She took a slow sip, her gaze locked on Mike’s, her lips parting slightly as she savored the taste.

Mike’s face burned, his heart hammering in his chest. “Lauren, this is…”

“Exactly what we both need,” she said, cutting him off again. Her hands trailed down his arms, her nails lightly raking his skin as she leaned back. “So stop talking and start doing what we both know you want to do.”

She reached behind herself, unclasping the bra with one smooth motion. It fell to the floor, and she stood before him, her chest bare.

“Come on,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. She turned away from him, taking the wine glass in one hand as she began to walk towards the bedroom, her hips swaying with exaggerated purpose.

“Lauren…” he started, his voice hoarse, but he didn’t know what to say.

She glanced over her shoulder, her expression one of unrestrained hunger. “Are you coming, Mike?”

Mike’s body moved before his brain could catch up. He followed her, watching her fall onto the bed, splashing wine over her naked breasts. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she licked the wine off her nipple.

“Now,” she said, her tone both commanding and pleading, “are you going to fuck me like I’ve been begging for? Or do I need to get on my knees and convince you?”

[choerypetal]

Having a relationship between Mike Schmidt and Steve Raglan

Having to share a relationship between Mike Schmidt and Steve Raglan would be interesting (SFW & NSFW) hihi Enjoy!

SFW 

If a romantic entanglement involving Mike, Steve, and yourself were ever to materialize, it's worth noting that they aren't particularly keen on sharing. Especially if one of them feels that they  monopolizing their time with you a little too much. You see, to them, you serve as both entertainment and a source of distraction to maintain their sanity.

Steve had a distinctive approach to relationships. He relished role-playing scenarios and enjoyed seeing you play the role of a devoted partner. Upon returning from work, he had an expectation that you would have dinner prepared for him upon his arrival. That meant, dressing like a wife and being meticulously responsible with your duty. 

Steve had a deep appreciation for your culinary skills. Every Friday, as a gesture of gratitude for your kindness and domestic attentiveness, he would order takeout on his way home. This package usually included a thoughtful card, a bouquet of flowers, and a bottle of wine. And each evening would often culminate in a relaxed yet passionate encounter.

In contrast to Steve, Mike had a completely different perspective. Having faced numerous challenges in his life, he viewed you as the love of his life. This sentiment often translated into him tenderly embracing you, wrapping his arms around your waist when he returned home from work, eagerly anticipating dinner. His guilt for not assisting with meal preparations weighed on him, but you, understanding how exhausted he was, firmly insisted that he relax and even allowed him to rest his head on your shoulder.

While you appreciated his efforts to assist you, you also took pleasure in witnessing his relaxation. It was a rare sight, the way he would occasionally sneak a kiss from you, even when you pretended to be asleep before he headed off to work. It was these small gestures that brought him great joy. Sometimes, they led to extended cuddling sessions that seemed to stretch for hours, only to be interrupted by the reminder that he had to return to work.

NSFW 

Dry Humping : 

This was a favorite experience for both of them. Mike, in particular, preferred a gentle and unhurried approach. He took pleasure in watching the gradual blush deepen on your cheeks with each tender moment. The subtle friction between your lingerie and the warmth of his clothing held a special allure for Mike. Let's just say that Mike reveled in intimate moments that were passionate and unhurried. In fact, there were times when he was so exhausted that he willingly relinquished control to you. When he returned home from work, he'd head straight to his room, a subtle invitation for you to join him. You'd often find him already asleep, lying on his back, his face turned towards you with closed eyes. Sometimes, the sensations of your movements would stir him, leaving you in suspense, unable to discern whether he was truly asleep or not. This ambiguity added an extra layer of enjoyment to the experience for both of you.

For Steve, it was the complete opposite. Whenever he was engrossed in work or engaged in a call with a client, you would stealthily enter his office, taking extra care to make no noise that might raise suspicion. This clandestine rendezvous was something Steve found quite enjoyable. As you approached him, it was you who would assert control before he had a chance to resist. Only once the calls and other tasks were completed would he finally wrap his arms around your petite waist. The sensation of your clothes rubbing against each other would gradually intensify, transitioning from a slow pace to something more urgent. Your voice would fill the room, calling out his name, as he leaned in to explore the curve of your neck, his full lips eagerly exploring every inch they could reach. 

Peaking : 

Mike typically wasn't one to sneak a peek, but when he was truly captivated, you couldn't underestimate his curiosity. His fascination often went a bit overboard whenever you entered the same room as him. You began to notice this when you returned late from your job at the local canteen, still wearing the uniform that your boss required all waitresses to wear. Exhausted from your long day, you inadvertently forgot to lock the door while changing, and this presented an unexpected opportunity for Mike. Although he had seen a naked body before, it was his way of expressing his deep admiration for you. While it may have seemed a bit strange at the beginning of your relationship, you eventually grew to appreciate how his eyes would light up as each piece of clothing was removed. Even the subtle moments, like when you knelt down to retrieve something you had dropped, only to find Mike discreetly stealing a glance, became endearing in their own way.

Steve had a more uninhibited approach to peeking. While Mike would either request it in advance or on specific occasions, Steve didn't bother with such formalities. In fact, he often indulged in discreet glances in your direction whenever you made any kind of movement. Whether you were bending down to pick something up from the floor or leaning forward to him, providing him with an enticing view of your cleavage, Steve didn't hold back. Sometimes, when Steve visited the Pizzeria where you worked, your role as his employee also meant being at his beck and call for whatever he desired that evening. As the boss, he expected you to accommodate his requests, and if that involved being a source of temptation for him, he was sure to make it abundantly clear. 

Intercourse : 

Mike had a preference for unhurried and passionate encounters. He wasn't inclined to opt for quickies, and if the thought ever crossed his mind, it was likely during a moment of urgency. In general, he favored languid and intimate sessions, whether it was in the morning, sometimes in the shower, or at night – especially if you managed to steal away to the Pizzeria to entice him. He was the kind of lover who left you in a state of lingering desire, a reminder of who you belonged to, without being overly rough and leaving you sometimes when he dared to with a hint of looping tease. However, if he did go a bit too far, which you didn't mind at all. In fact, you found his earnest apologies endearing, and it even added an extra layer of intimacy to your relationship. To this, Mike didn't raise any objections.

Steve, on the other hand, had a fondness for the intensity of quick and passionate encounters. He took pleasure in witnessing your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your bodies ignited with desire, feeling your fingernails dig into his skin, leaving their mark all over you. Steve delighted in the idea of demonstrating that you were unequivocally his, regardless of the setting, even if it meant a hasty encounter in a department store's changing room. While he wasn't particularly keen on public spaces, your fascination with them was one of your fantasies that deeply aroused him, pushing him to explore more daring encounters, including in his office. Steve wasn't hesitant to leave tender red marks on your buttocks, eliciting your passionate pleas and cries for his name, often rendering you unable to move the next day. This, in turn, led to teasing and left you blushing intensely, with a pout that invited a mischievous grin to dance across his face.

After care : 

Mike was incredibly nurturing and affectionate when it came to post-intimacy care. After both of you had reached the peak of pleasure, and with exhaustion from your busy days taking over, you often found yourselves napping for extended periods. His lips would tenderly pepper your warm skin, repeating declarations of love for you. Sometimes, he'd suggest taking a soothing shower together, and on other occasions, he'd wrap his arms around you to cuddle for hours, all the while engaging in lighthearted conversations about life and sharing silly dad jokes. This would often result in Mike monopolizing the conversation, but he would always pause to place a gentle kiss on your lips, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your body, conveying a desire to hold onto that intimate moment for as long as possible.

Despite Steve's dominant and somewhat sadistic tendencies, he possessed a unique and caring side, which may have seemed peculiar to some but was endearing to you. After an intimate session, he would tenderly scoop you up in a bridal style if you happened to be at home. Steve would then prepare a soothing, warm bath for both of you, complete with a glass of wine, all in an effort to pamper and clean you. He'd wash away any traces of the session and proceed to plant more kisses on your skin, as though the ones he had left earlier weren't sufficient. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sensation of his plump lips caressing your soft skin, especially as the warm bathwater enveloped both of you. Steve had a penchant for the simpler pleasures in life, and if a bath and some extra cuddling brought happiness to your world, it was all that truly mattered to him.

[bigmpregnm]

Secret Family Ties - Part 2

[Story Collection] | [●] [Part 3🔜]

During a warm afternoon, Mike walked out of his house to tend to his garden and enjoy the serenity in the neighborhood. A week had passed since the twins left, and their dad had returned to his usual quiet rhythm. The sunlight dappled through the leaves, creating a comforting mosaic on the ground. Mike wore a loose tank top and shorts, a comfortable outfit for a man his age. His shaggy hair danced along with the soft, fresh breeze.

Mike took a deep breath and smiled as he approached the rose bushes to trim them and immediately noticed George mowing his lawn on the other side of the fence. Mike stared for a few seconds, thinking about his sons’ visit while staring at their friend until George noticed his presence.

“Hey, Mr. Harlow!” George called out, wiping sweat from his brow with a grin. His athletic shirtless build glistened under the sun, and the effort of the work made his lean musculature bulge slightly more pronounced.

“Hey, George,” Mike replied, smiling back at his young neighbor who approached the fence. “How are you doing?”

“Good, good. I’m just trying to keep the yard in shape before the babies arrive and we enter a chaotic realm,” George said, chuckling. “We still have a couple of weeks before they arrive, but we’re trying to do stuff ahead in case they want to surprise us. The doctor said they’re pretty big and wouldn’t be surprised if Stacey gets in labor earlier, but I don’t think that’ll happen.”

“Oh! Having everything ready before they come is a great idea. You have no idea how chaotic life becomes with two newborns crying 24/7. When Kyle and Mark were born, the apartment we lived in back then turned into a mess,” Mike said, laughing. “We barely had time to eat or rest, so cleaning around wasn’t a priority. So, you better clean as much as possible right now.”

George leaned on the fence with a casual yet charming smile. He excitedly stared at Mike, admiring how much he looked like his sons. “I bet they were a lot to handle, but you did great, Mr. Harlow. Mark and Kyle are the best guys I’ve ever met, and it’s all thanks to you,” George said, moving his hand over his bare torso to remove some dirt. “It was great to see them again, by the way.”

“Oh, yeah. The twins were excited about seeing you again. They were happy and surprised about your coming twins,” Mike responded, marveling at George’s torso. “They talked about you the whole week.”

“We had our chance to reconnect after all these years,” George said, chuckling. “But I bet you miss them a lot now.”

“I do. The house feels a bit empty without them,” Mike said, looking sad. “You know their dad passed away when they were kids, and since then, they’re all I have.”

“Well, Mr. Harlow, we all need some company. You’re a wonderful man. You’re incredibly good-looking, just like your sons. They’re lucky to look so much like you,” George said, winking at Mike, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. “A man like you shouldn’t be lonely.”

“Oh, thanks, I guess,” Mike responded, somewhat confused with George’s comment.

“If you ever need company, you know where to find me,” George responded, his smile growing more playful.

Mike felt a strange flutter in his stomach, feeling that George’s words meant something else. He stared at George for a few seconds, marveling at his outstanding good looks and charm. “I appreciate it, but a handsome young man like you wouldn’t like to hang out with an old man like me. I bet you have better things to do,” Mike said, looking at George’s torso up and down.

“So… You think I’m handsome, eh?” George said, raising one eyebrow while grinning.

“Well… yeah. I do. I mean, you’re very handsome,” Mike said, blushing. “The twins playfully called you Stud all week. I guess you match the description.”

“I’m glad you think I do,” George responded, grinning broadly. “You know, Stacey’s not home. She’s at the mall buying baby stuff, and I need some help with the nursery. Painting walls and building the cribs. Would you mind giving me a hand? I’m sure you’re an expert.”

“Sure, why not?” Mike responded without hesitation, feeling drawn by George’s charming attitude. He couldn’t help but feel like he was doing something wrong, but as he followed George to his house, Mike swiped off the thoughts and focused on enjoying the young man’s company.

George led Mike to the nursery, a room with one wall painted soft sky blue while the others remained white. Two boxes were on the corner, and Mike figured the unassembled cribs were inside. Several baby-themed decorations were on a table, waiting for the rest of the nursery to be done.

“It’s a bit hot in here. The A/C is disconnected until the painting is done,” George commented as he pulled one of the boxes from the corner, his lean musculature moving hypnotically with the effort. “I wouldn’t mind if you took the tank top off so it doesn’t get sweaty.”

Mike froze for a few seconds and then nodded, feeling the heat in the room. As Mike removed his tank top, revealing his dad-bod and gut, George smiled and admired him with a hint of lust. George felt his dick stirring in his pants as he saw Mike’s soft, mature frame moving around the room. George had loved the twins’ average, cute bodies, but there was something about Mike’s slightly thicker physique that caught his attention and instantly turned him on.

George and Mike started by painting the remaining walls with soft sky blue, a traditional choice since Stacey was having twin boys. Since the room was hot, their bodies glistened with sweat as they worked. They stayed silent for a while, but George couldn’t stop looking at Mike, and he noticed the older man glancing at him very often. They stood side by side minutes later when all the walls were painted to admire their handiwork.

“It looks great. This color brings back some memories. We used a similar color for the boys’ nursery when they were born,” Mike said, smiling. “It was cute.”

George grinned and turned to look at Mike, whose sweaty body looked fantastic. “You know, I’ve been meaning to ask... What was it like when you were pregnant with the twins?”

Mike paused, a nostalgic smile spreading across his face. “It was great. The best thing I’ve done in my life,” he said, moving his hand to his abdomen. “Feeling them grow inside me. Feeling them kick and move. It was so fulfilling.”

“Sounds lovely. Anything else you remember about that time?” George said, looking down at Mike’s hand caressing his gut.

“Well… I remember I was permanently aroused,” Mike admitted, blushing. “My whole body was so sensitive, and even a slight brush turned me like a wildfire. It was unbelievable. Everything felt so good, and sex was out of this world. Believe me, pregnant sex is another thing.”

George chuckled, moving closer to Mike until there was barely any space between them. “It is, and you seem to miss it,” George said, placing his hand on Mike’s abdomen to caress it.

Mike’s body shivered when he felt George’s hand on his gut. “Well… sometimes. It’s been a long time, and... and...”

“Have you ever thought about doing it again?” George said, standing right before Mike to caress his gut with both hands, his grin turning playful again. “I think you’d make a great dad again, Mr. Harlow.”

“I… I… No. I mean… I’ve been alone all these years,” Mike said as his dick started hardening in his shorts, forming a tent at the idea of getting pregnant again.

George noticed Mike’s hard-on and passionately caressed the older man’s gut. “I think you’d love to be pregnant again, and... I think I can...” George began but was interrupted when Mike tried to escape his arms.

“I think I should go. The walls are done, and I don’t think you’ll have a problem with the cribs.” Mike stepped backward and tried to move away, but George held him by the arm and pulled him closer.

“Don’t leave. I know you want this as much as I do,” George said, pulling Mike tighter against his body and feeling the older man’s gut against his abs. “Think about it. I could help you experience the joys of being pregnant again, Mr. Harlow.” 

Mike’s heart pounded in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Silence filled the room for a few seconds until Mike managed to form a few words. “George, but... you... and Stacey,” Mike said, trying to resist the urge to let himself go into George’s passionate intentions.

“She’s not coming home for a while. You don’t have to worry about her. She’ll never know anyway,” George said, pulling his pants down to reveal his 10-inch-long hard dick. “I just want to show you what a man like you deserves. To be loved. To be desired. To be fucked.” George leaned in to kiss Mike’s lips, sending shivers down the older man’s spine. This was all it took for Mike to get lost in George’s passionate acts.

“But... you’re young, and I...” Mike mumbled between kisses, unable to resist George.

“Age is just a number. You’re an attractive man, and I’d love... to help you get even hotter, full with my children,” George added, making out with Mike as he reached for the older man’s butt to squeeze it hard. “Think about it: two of my kids, moving and turning in your tummy. Your sons are perfect already, but imagine if you add my genes to the next pair.”

Mike couldn’t respond and only enjoyed George’s lips on his. The making out was so passionate that Mike could barely breathe, and his heart excitedly raced in his chest. “They’d be studs like you,” Mike muttered.

“Or like you,” George said, pulling Mike closer while they continued making out. “So, what do you say?”

“Do it! Fuck me, George!” Mike responded, lost in George’s lips.

George didn’t hesitate and quickly removed his pants to reveal his 10-inch-long dick. He pulled Mike’s hand to get in on his dick, and Mike gasped when he felt the size of the young man’s fuck tool. Mike looked down and gasped when he saw George’s hard dick and carefully stroked it. George smiled, enjoying Mike’s touch and leaning forward to help Mike remove his pants. The heat in the room intensified as they stood naked before each other.

“Do you like it?” George said, pushing his hips forward to remark that he was talking about his dick.

“It’s perfect. So big,” Mike responded, enamored of George’s dick. “No wonder you got Stacey so big with it.”

George chuckled as Mike wrapped a second hand around the long and thick dick. “I’m aiming to get you just as big or even bigger, Mr. Harlow,” he said, enjoying Mike’s stroking. “But you can have some fun before the main event.” George wicked at Mike, and the older man kneeled before him to fit the dick in his mouth.

Mike locked his lips around the big, shiny head of George’s dick and started passionately sucking on it while his hands continued stroking the shaft. George groaned in pleasure and placed his hand on Mike’s head to hold it in place. Mike took several inches of the big dick, but it was too big to fit it whole. Even then, George loved how willing Mike was, so he slowly bucked his hips to fuck the older man’s hungry mouth.

Mike moaned and intensified the sucking, using his tongue to tease George’s dick slit. It had been many years since the last time he had any intimacy, but he still had the skills to make the younger man moan loudly. George closed his eyes as his whole body shivered due to pleasure. He couldn’t believe Mike’s mouth felt so good, and he couldn’t wait to find out how his ass felt around his dick.

“Mr. Harlow, that feels so good. You’ll make me cum if you keep going,” George said between moans while Mike deep-throated most of his dick. “Turn around. Don’t let this load go to waste.”

Mike immediately obeyed and got on all fours on the floor. George quickly kneeled and positioned himself behind him, taking a few seconds to knead the older man’s ass cheeks. George couldn’t help but think about Kyle and Mark while looking at their dad’s ass, but even though he desired the twins, Mike had something special that drove him crazy. Deep inside him, he really wanted to get Mike pregnant.

George didn’t hesitate anymore and lined his dick with Mike’s hole, quickly pushing his hips forward to bury his 10-inch-long dick inside. Mike’s ass initially resisted the thick intruder, but George wasn’t willing to give up, so he caressed Mike’s lower back and hips to help him relax. Mike groaned as he felt the pressure on his ass, but George’s touch made him feel so good that his muscles relaxed, and he felt the huge dick slowly sliding in.

“Ohh fuck! You’re so big, George,” Mike muttered as he felt his hole stretching to accommodate the young man’s dick. “It hurts, but it feels so good.”

“Take your time, Mr. Harlow. I know it’s a lot to take after so many years,” George said, pushing the rest of his dick into his neighbor, who moaned and groaned loudly in pleasure and pain. “I promise I’ll be gentle until you get used to it.”

“Ugghh… I don’t think I can get used to it. I had never taken a dick this big,” Mike responded, taking deep breaths as his body adjusted to George’s fuck tool.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Mr. Harlow,” George responded, leaning forward to rest his upper body on Mike’s back. George grinned and whispered in Mike’s ears, “I’m willing to do this as often as you want until you get used to my size.”

Mike only groaned in response and absentmindedly pushed his hips backward, longing for more of George’s dick inside him. George took this reaction as a sign that Mike was ready to keep going, so he started slowly bucking his hips. George pulled about 6 inches of his dick out of Mike, only to ram it back in with a powerful thrust that made Mike moan out loudly. George’s pounding continued and soon had a pace that left Mike gasping and moaning uncontrollably.

Mike’s eyes rolled inside his head while George’s huge cock rearranged his guts and made him feel better than he had felt in years. Mike felt his own dick violently throbbing while George stimulated his prostate with each thrust. He loved how deep George’s dick reached and how wide his hole stretched to accommodate it. Mike loved how the younger man’s body felt on top of him. He loved the powerful thrusts, and he only wanted more.

“More! Please! George! Fuck me hard!” Mike mumbled, barely able to speak, as pleasure took over his mind, blurring his thoughts.

“Immediately, Mr. Harlow,” George responded as his pounding intensified in strength and speed, making Mike moan even louder. “We’ll need to settle a nursery room at your home to place our babies in a few months. You’ll get so big with my kids. Is that what you want, Mr. Harlow?”

“Yes! Yes! Please! I want it!” Mike responded, fully embracing the need to carry George’s babies.

“We’ll paint the room for them. You’ll need cribs and toys,” George whispered while pounding as fast as possible. “We’ll give Kyle and Mark a set of handsome little brothers. I’m sure you’ll love to do this all over again and don’t worry, I’ll help you with everything because your belly will be too big.”

Mike only responded with more moans and groans as he thought about being pregnant with George’s babies. He knew it was all horny talk during sex, but deep inside him, Mike wanted and longed to have babies growing inside him again. He could feel George’s pre-cum entering him and coating his insides, meaning a massive orgasm was close, and he could only think about getting pregnant with George’s children.

He knew the young man was married and expecting twins with his wife, but Mike needed to feel George flooding his womb with his warm seed. His body begged for it, and his mind was needy. Every single inch of his body needed George’s cum.

“Please. Knock me up,” Mike said as he felt George’s thrusts getting erratic and more powerful.

“That’s the plan, Mr. Harlow,” George said and pushed his whole dick into Mike, groaning loudly as his dick shot a torrent of cum.

“Oh fuck! That’s a huge load!” Mike reached for his abdomen when it started feeling bloated while George continued cumming. “So full! So much.”

George’s cum shots were large, and he lost track of the number of shots. “I’m pretty sure we’ll have at least twins after that load,” he said as his dick finally started getting softer.

George quickly pulled his dick out and carefully helped Mike get on his side on the floor to rest and catch his breath. The older man couldn’t get his hands off his bloated abdomen, still dazed by the most intense fucking he had ever experienced. George smiled and caressed Mike’s body while the man recovered. He knew it was difficult to handle his dick for the first time, but he was glad Mike had done it.

**

Stacey arrived home a few hours later, carrying several bags with baby clothes. She took the bags to the nursery, and the place was painted and decorated, with the cribs already assembled. George and Mike were hanging an elephant-themed lamp on the wall, the final touch to the decoration. Their shirtless bodies were covered in sweat.

“Wow. You must’ve worked really hard to finish the whole room so fast,” Stacey said, slowly approaching George, who turned around to kiss her.

“Hey, babe. I’m glad you’re back. We wanted to surprise you,” George said, kissing Stacey’s lips and placing his hand on her huge belly. “How are the babies doing?”

“They’ve been moving so much and kicking me all day. They’re as active as their dad; they can’t stay still, just like their dad,” Stacey said, playfully caressing George’s pec, making Mike chuckle. “I’m glad you got some help, George. I’d love it if you stayed for dinner, Mr. Harlow. You’ve worked so hard with the babies’ room. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s fine. George did all the hard work. I’d love to have dinner with you, but there are pending chores at home. Maybe another day,” Mike said, chuckling again and picking up his tank top to put it on, caressing his bloated belly. “You’re a lucky lady, Stacey. You have a wonderful husband, so... take good care of him.”

“Thanks. I know I’m lucky. My big man is the best husband, and I’m sure he’ll be the best dad,” Stacey said, kissing George’s lips. “I’ll change into more comfortable clothes, so... if you want to come once you’re done here,” she added, playfully winking at George before leaving the room.

“I better go home. I had a wonderful time, and I’m glad we managed to finish... everything,” Mike said, walking to the door, and George quickly followed him to walk him to the front door.

“I loved our time together, and... I’d be more than willing to come over to your place and work on some things whenever you want, Mr. Harlow,” George said as they approached the front door, grinning and reaching to caress Mike’s hips. “You know where to find me.”

Mike smiled and chuckled, marveling at George’s charm and handsomeness. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, go take care of your wife; I’m pretty sure she’s waiting for you and that big dick of yours to have some fun. As I said, she’s lucky. See you later, George,” he said as he left.

George ran upstairs to his very pregnant wife but couldn’t stop thinking about Kyle, Mark, and Mike.

...

[lefteagleblizzard]

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Mike schmidt x male reader

A request that I received from a friend here on tumblr: “I'm wondering if you would be fine with a possessive Mike chapter? The idea is that the reader gets hit on and then Mike goes all grumpy boyfriend who thinks 'back of he's mine'. Now I don't think the reader would start it or try to flirt back, I just think someone would come up to him out of know were, maybe at a bar”

Tags: Part 8 of this miniseries of Mike Schmidt x male reader. Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike (reader is 20 years old). Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Jealous Mike Schmidt. Fluff. Angst with an happy ending. Allusion to smut.

Words count: 3500

Part 1-Part 2- Part 3-Part 4-Part 5-Part 6-Part 7-Part 9-Part 10-Part 11

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If you have an idea for another part of this Mike Schmidt x Male Reader series, or even a request for Mike Munroe x Male Reader from Until Dawn, please let me know <3. I love reading other people's opinions and ideas.

It had been exactly one month since you'd moved in with Mike, and tonight was a small celebration. With Abby at a sleepover at one of her friend's houses, you and Mike had the rare opportunity to spend some quality time together. Tonight, it was just about the two of you.

Mike had suggested going to a quiet bar nearby, somewhere casual yet with enough ambiance to make the night feel special. It wasn't the fanciest place in town, but that didn't matter to either of you. The dim lights, warm atmosphere, and low hum of conversation from other patrons set the perfect mood. Mike chose a small table in the corner, away from the busier parts of the bar, the kind of spot where you could focus on each other without the chaos around you.

Mike slid onto the sofa first, making sure you were close beside him as you both settled in. The sofa was indeed small, which Mike quickly pointed out. He shifted in his seat, extending his arm across the backrest behind your head, a casual but deliberate move to pull you in closer.

"Comfy?" he asked, his voice quiet and teasing as he leaned slightly toward you. His arm remained outstretched, his fingers brushing against your shoulder lightly.

“There's plenty of room on the other side of the couch. You don't need to use me as a pillow."

Mike chuckled, his eyes glinting with something softer. "I'm just trying to be comfortable. This couch is too small for both of us."

You couldn't help but laugh softly. "Sure it is, Mike."

But you didn't mind. In fact, you leaned into him, letting his arm rest more comfortably around your shoulders as the proximity between you grew.

With the excuse of the small couch, Mike's hand eventually trailed down to your side, resting lightly on your hip, holding you close without saying much.

The way he shifted his body toward you made it clear that his focus was entirely on you, the busy bar around you fading into the background.

"You look really good tonight," Mike said suddenly, his voice quiet but firm, as his eyes scanned you slowly, appreciatively. His gaze lingered just a second longer than usual, and you could feel a faint heat rising in your cheeks at the intensity of his stare.

You felt your face heat up slightly as you ducked your head, trying to play it cool.

He was dressed simply, wearing his usual dark jacket over a plain t-shirt, looking effortlessly handsome in his quiet, brooding way. His eyes were focused on the menu, studying the ridiculous drink names with a small furrow in his brow.

"Thanks. You too," you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart had skipped a beat.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as if to say you didn't need to return the compliment. "I'm serious," he added, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer. "It's nice seeing you like this. Relaxed"

You smiled at him, appreciating the moment. "Yeah, it feels good. It's been a while since we've had a night like this. Besides, I had to put in the effort. It's not every day I get to drag my grumpy boyfriend out for a night like this."

"Grumpy?" Mike repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not like that."

"Oh, you are," you teased, poking him lightly in the ribs. "Don't pretend you're not."

Mike chuckled softly, the sound low and rough in his throat. "You're imagining things."

"Am I? You were grumbling about traffic on the way here, and I saw you glare at that couple when we walked in."

"They were blocking the door," Mike muttered defensively.

"See?" You laughed, shaking your head.

Mike rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I might be like this because I've got a troublemaker for a boyfriend."

You gasped softly, placing a hand over your heart. "Me? A troublemaker? I'm innocent!"

Mike gave you a look that clearly said he didn't believe you, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Uh-huh," he said dryly.

You grinned, leaning in against him slightly to give him a side hug.

"It's been a while since I've gone out like this," he admitted, his lips curving into that rare, small smile you loved seeing.

His expression softened as his arm around your side tightened. "We've both been busy," he admitted, though you could hear the unspoken part of the sentence: You've been patient with me.

As you browsed through the menu, something caught your eye. The bar offered a selection of unique, non-alcoholic drinks with quirky names-exactly the kind of thing that piqued your curiosity.

"Look at these," you said, nudging Mike slightly. "They've got some really cool names. 'Ocean Breeze,' 'Tropical Twilight, and...’Dragon's Breath'? Sounds interesting, right?"

Mike leans in slightly, glancing over the drink description. "Let's try some," he says with a tired but amused smile. "We could work our way through some of these. They're cheap enough and no hangover tomorrow."

You couldn't help but grin at his suggestion. It felt good to unwind like this. Without the heavy weight of your usual responsibilities, it felt like the two of you were able to just be a couple enjoying each other's company. So, you both ordered a few of the more intriguing and exciting drinks, eager to sample their flavors.

It doesn't take long before the server returns with your first round of drinks. One is a vibrant blue with smoke-like vapors rising from it. 'The Dragon's Breath’. The other is a bright orange concoction topped with a skewer of fruit.

Mike reaches for the blue one first, swirling the glass in his hand before taking a sip. His face remains impassive, as if the strange flavors don't faze him at all.

"Try it."

You take the glass from him, watching the vapors curl up around your fingers. When you take a sip, the sharp, sour taste hits you instantly, making you wince and grimace.

When he saw your expression, he let out a rare, quiet laugh, his tired eyes crinkling at the edges. "You look like you just ate a lemon," he teased, his voice deep and slightly raspy.

"It's because I think I did. Ugh... that's intense," you groaned, pushing the glass away, trying not to laugh at your own reaction.

Mike chuckles softly, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Not a fan?"

"Not sure how you didn't even flinch," you reply, shaking your head. You take another cautious sip, but the sourness makes you pucker your lips again. Mike laughs, the sound low and tired but full of affection.

"You get used to it," he says with a shrug, though there's a hint of playful teasing in his tone. "Want me to finish it for you?"

"Please do," you say, sliding the glass back toward him. Mike takes it without a word, downing the rest of it like it's nothing.

The next drink was the bright orange one. You took a sip, and the sweet, fruity taste is a welcome relief after the sourness of the first drink. It was much more liquid than the sour one you tried and it quickly consumed as you took a sip of it.

"Oh, this one's good," you say, offering the glass to Mike. "You've got to try it."

There was barely any left in the glass, just a few drops at the bottom.

"Come closer," Mike says, his voice dropping just a bit lower. There's a playful gleam in his eyes that makes your pulse quicken.

Curious, you lean toward him, and in one swift movement, Mike cups the back of your head and pulls you into a kiss. His lips are warm against yours, and his tongue is exploring your mouth, tasting the remnants of the drink you'd just had. The kiss is slow and languid, full of that lazy confidence he always seems to carry.

When he finally pulls back, your heart is racing, and Mike has that small, satisfied smile on his face. "Tastes good," he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded as he watches your reaction.

You flush, half-embarrassed but unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "You didn't even taste the drink," you say, lightly hitting his chest.

"I tasted enough," Mike replies, clearly pleased with himself.

You can't help but laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "You're impossible."

There's one drink next with a quiet awful color scheme that tastes faintly of mint and chocolate, reminding you of a dessert, and another that's so bitter you both cringe after the first sip. Mike offers to finish it off, just as he did with the sour one, but this time you're determined to get through it, even though it makes you shiver with each sip.

Your eyes squint immediately, lips purse together tightly, forming a thin, strained line. Your nostrils flare slightly, as if they might filter out the bitterness. You winced, eyes darting down at the glass briefly, maybe questioning all of your life choices up to this moment.

Your throat visibly constricts with each gulp. The corners of your eyes crinkle as you fights the instinct to grimace more openly.

"You're stubborn," Mike says, watching you with a faint smile.

"I'm not letting this drink win," you reply, setting the empty glass down.

Your tongue darts out briefly, almost like your trying to wipe away the bitterness.

Your boyfriend watches with a small, lazy grin. It’s a smile that dances in his eyes, both amused and impressed by the spectacle.

“It’s the same face you made when Abby gave us those cookies she made at school.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the memory. “She used salt instead of sugar, poor thing. But at least I finished it in front of her. You gagged immediately at the first bite at your own sister’s baking!”

He laughs, shrugging. “Honest reactions. Besides, she took it as a learning moment. I saved her from making the same mistake twice.”

The last small shot arrived.'Zombie Sunrise,'—‘Minty moonshot,'—'Mango Madness’. These names were wild. It sounded like they're trying a bit too hard but it was at least fun trying to figure out the ingredients.

At one point, as you took a sip from the last drink, Mike's gaze fixed on you. You set the glass down, raising an eyebrow. "What?" you asked, trying to keep your voice light.

Mike didn't answer right away. Instead, he leaned in, his hand sliding from your hip to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer until your lips were just inches apart.

"I just like looking at you," he murmured, his voice low and rough in that way that always made your heart race.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss started soft, tender even, but quickly deepened as Mike's other hand slid around to your waist, pulling you even closer. The small couch left no room for distance, and it seemed like that was exactly what Mike wanted. His kiss grew more intense, more insistent, as his tongue brushed against yours, exploring your mouth with a hunger that had been simmering all night.

You shifted slightly, turning your body to face him more fully as you responded to his kiss with equal intensity. His hand tangled in your hair as he tilted your head just enough to deepen the angle, his lips moving against yours with a desperate kind of passion that left you breathless.

His grip on you tightened, as though he couldn't bear to let you go.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was a little heavier, his forehead resting against yours. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto yours.

"You're dangerous, you know that?" you whispered, your voice breathless from the kiss.

Mike smirked, his lips brushing against yours again, this time softer, gentler. "What’s the name of the one you had? It was good."

You felt a rush of warmth spread through you at his words, and though the moment was intimate, you couldn't help but tease him back. "Yeah, well, it was probably mixed with all the other drinks we've had," you said, grinning.

Mike's hand slid off your neck, and he leaned back, his expression softening into something more content. "Maybe. You want another one of that?" he suggested quietly, a rare playful note in his voice.

You nodded, standing up and beating Mike. He grumbled something under his breath as you pushed on his shoulders to get up and ground him on the seat.

His eyes followed you as you moved through the dimly lit room. You were used to his gaze by now. The way he always seemed to keep an eye on you, not out of possessiveness but out of some deep-rooted need to know you were safe.

Leaning against the bar, you glanced over at the bartender, waiting for him to finish with the previous order. You felt someone sit beside you, closer than anyone other than Mike had the right to do. Glancing sideways, you noticed a man standing next to you just a little too close for comfort. He had a confident grin on his face, the kind that immediately set off alarm bells in your mind, his eyes sweeping over you in a way that made you uncomfortable.

"Hey," the guy said, his voice smooth and casual. "You here alone?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Uh, no. I'm with someone."

The man's grin didn't falter. If anything, it widened slightly as he leaned a little closer, his shoulder brushing against yours. "Really? I've been watching you for a while, and it didn't look like you were with anyone."

This guy must be terribly drunk. That or he confused you with some other poor person here.

You stiffened at the unwanted attention, glancing back toward Mike, who was still sitting at the table. From this distance, you could see the way his posture had changed, how his relaxed demeanor had shifted into something more rigid. His eyes were locked on you, a tension in his jaw that hadn't been there a few minutes ago.

"I am with someone," you repeated, more firmly this time, hoping the guy would get the hint. "So, if you don't mind..."

But the man didn't seem to care, leaning in a bit more, his grin turning into something smug. "Come on, I'm just trying to be friendly. What's the harm?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to figure out how to defuse the situation without making a scene. The last thing you wanted was for this random guy to start something. You soon felt a familiar presence behind you.

Mike.

He didn't say anything at first, but the way he moved into your space, his hand landing firmly on your lower back, spoke volumes. His body pressed against yours just enough to make it clear who you were with. He wasn't being aggressive -yet- but the tension in his body was unmistakable. He was on edge, and you could feel the protectiveness radiating off of him like heat.

"He's with me," Mike said, his voice low but steady. There was no mistaking the warning in his tone.

The guy blinked, clearly surprised by Mike's sudden appearance. He glanced between the two of you, taking in the way Mike's hand rested on your waist, the hard set of his jaw, the way his eyes were narrowed in a silent threat.

"Oh, hey, man. Just talking," the guy said, trying to sound casual, but there was a nervous edge to his voice now. "Didn't mean anything by it."

Mike's grip on your waist tightened slightly, his fingers pressing into your side as if to silently reassure you that he had everything under control. "He's not interested," Mike stated, his voice steady, though you could hear the restrained anger bubbling just beneath the surface.

The guy held up his hands in mock surrender, backing off with a smirk that made your skin crawl. "Alright, alright. Didn't mean to step on any toes."

With that, he slunk away into the crowd, leaving you and Mike standing at the bar. The tension in Mike's body didn't immediately fade, even after the guy disappeared from view. He stayed close to you, his hand still on your waist. His eyes followed the guy for a moment longer to make absolutely certain that he was gone.

"You okay?" Mike asked quietly, his voice softer now that the idiot was gone. He turned his attention fully to you, his gaze searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reassured him. "Thanks for stepping in."

Mike's hand lingered on your waist, his thumb rubbing small, soothing circles into your side. "I didn't like the way he was looking at you."

You smiled softly, placing your hand over his, feeling the tension still humming through his body. "You don't have to worry. I wasn't interested."

He let out a small sigh. "Still... I didn't like it."

It wasn't that he didn't trust you; it was that he cared so deeply, so fiercely, that the idea of anyone else trying to take you away made him uneasy.

"Let's go back to the table," you suggested gently, not wanting him to dwell on it any longer.

He nodded, guiding you back to your seat with his hand still firmly on your waist. When you sat down, he didn't let go, keeping you close to him as if he needed the physical connection to fully calm down.

The rest of the night continued quietly, though Mike's attention never strayed far from you. He wasn't his usual quiet self; instead, he seemed more present, more focused on you than usual. He kept you close, the way his gaze would occasionally flicker to the crowd around you to make sure no one else would try anything.

Later, when the bar started to clear out and you both decided it was time to head home, Mike's hand gripped yours tightly as you walked back to his house. The cool night air seemed to soothe him, though his grip on you was still firm, still reassuring in its own way.

Once you were inside the house, Mike closed the door behind you with a quiet sigh. He leaned against it for a moment. You could see the way the tension in his shoulders finally began to ease.

“Are you sure you're alright?" he asked again, his voice a little softer now that it was just the two of you. "I... I don't like seeing you uncomfortable like that."

You crossed the room to him, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. "I'm fine, Mike. Really. You don't have to worry about guys like that."

He let out a small breath, leaning into your touch as his hands found your waist again.

His gaze softened at your words, his hands tightening slightly on your waist as if to pull you even closer. "Good," he grumbled, his voice low and a little rough with emotion. "Because you're mine."

With that he kissed you, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that made your toes curl and your heart race. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a possessive need that made your skin tingle.

You could feel the tension between you both shift into something else, something more intimate. Mike's grip on you tightened, his body pressing against yours as he guided you toward the bedroom.

You chuckled softly against his lips, but Mike didn't let up, his hands sliding to your waist as he started guiding you toward the bedroom. "Mike," you whispered, still smiling, but he only kissed you harder, his lips chasing yours because he couldn't get enough.

The two of you stumbled into the bedroom, your back hitting the wall as Mike's hands roamed your body, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, then to your neck. He was being uncharacteristically bold tonight.

You tilted your head back, letting him have his way, your fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed you like a man starved.

You were his and nothing was ever going to change that.

Note: If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3.

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READ THIS.

Mike Wheeler is so very summer child coded. There, I said it.

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Smut or sfw! I personally don't mind but smut is always a fun way to go 🫡

So rough as in just a basic idea, awesome!

UD guys w a goth reader

- I feel like Matt would be intimidated by a goth person, but would have so much respect for someone who not only has the confidence to stray from social norms, but someone who wears outfits and makeup that require so much effort and precision. He feels like a very stereotypical guy, being a jock who's not exactly the best with academics, so I feel like he'd appreciate someone who's a polar opposite and unafraid to be unique. He would adore a goth partner, and despite his reputation as a stereotypical jock, would never let anyone make you think otherwise. People think you're scary? So does he! But it's badass and awesome and he loves it!

- Chris sees someone in platform boots that makes them taller than him, and isn't sure if he's nervous, turned on, or both. He thinks the whole gothic aesthetic is wicked, and could sit there for hours just watching you do your eyeliner, absolutely mesmerised by how perfect it is. I feel like he'd unexpectedly really enjoy goth music. He wouldn't expect to enjoy it, but would be pleasantly surprised when "Wow... that's actually pretty catchy." I see more of a sub! Chris vibe when it comes to a goth partner, I could honestly see him having a thing for Morticia Addams as a teen, scary people just do something to him.

- I think Mike would at first not know how to feel about goth reader, he'd be intimidated by someone who can match his confidence. He's used to being a big shot and having people fall over themselves to get on his good side, and someone who's just the polar opposite to all that, a badass who does their own thing and doesn't care what other people think, he's apprehensive at first, but finds himself more and more intrigued. He'd end up trying to flirt, maybe even getting a bit tongue tied because he's never actually felt like he's had to put effort into getting someone to show interest in him, until you.

- Oh Josh. That man LOVES goths. The guy has had a crush on Tiffany Valentine for as long as he can remember. When he first sees you, it's immediate, he knows he wants to talk to you, know you, just get to experience you. He thinks your style is absolutely killer, and his love for horror movies only aids his attraction to scary people. We all know that Josh knows how to be scary, and I think he'd love someone who can match the energy. It's a major turn on for him. He just wants to see every little detail of you, your makeup, your hair, your outfit, your nails, THEN he wants to have you pressed against the door while you **** 'n ***** and he ***** ** **** ****-

[ladykailitha]

The Harrington Pattern Part 10

The first of two chapters today. Next week will finish up this story, so yay!!

Steve has a rough day, Jeff comes to the rescue and deserves hazard pay for dealing with the two idiots (Steve and Eddie). And Nancy and Jonathan cameo.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9

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****

Steve put on his chain shirt and tunic admiring himself in the mirror. Yesterday it was sort of haphazardly thrown on. Today he took careful consideration to make sure everything was in place.

He grabbed his wallet and keys and then picked up the little dice bag. It just hoped it wouldn’t be too big or two small. He stuck the first two items in his right pocket and the bag in his left.

Now all he had to do is get up the courage to give it to him. He picked up Lucas and Max first.

When Lucas came out the house wearing the pirate outfit which had been his backup, Steve had been surprised. Then Lucas explained that he had wanted to match Max.

While Steve could appreciate the sentiment, Saturday was the biggest day. The one where everyone would see it. So to say he was a bit crestfallen when Lucas came out of his house would have been an understatement. If they had wanted to do that, why not yesterday?

But he bit his tongue and let them do what they wanted.

Lucas and Max wolf whistled when Robin came out all decked out in her beautiful blue dress and matching corset. She was still wearing her pirate boots, but mostly because she didn’t want dirt on the hem of her new dress.

She did a cute little spin and then bowed at their applause.

It was only when they were in the car that Steve realized that now they looked like a couple. And on the day he was supposed to be confessing to Eddie.

He knew Eddie was aware of Robin proclivities toward her own sex and that Robin was only wearing to look pretty at the jousting tournament, but that feeling gnawed in his chest that everyone else would think Robin and he was a couple.

Well not the Party.

And it did it really matter what strangers thought?

More than Steve would ever admit out loud.

****

They arrived to see only Gareth and Brian waiting for them.

“They wanted us to rely their apologies,” Brian said grandly. “But they fucked up the schedules again.”

“What schedules?” Dustin finally snapped. “No one has told us anything.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at them.

Gareth tapped the side of his nose. “That’s because it’s a surprise. But let’s just say that the people running the Ren Fair are trying to have two events at the same time and in the same place.”

“That’s lame,” Mike hissed. “I hate stupid adults.”

Gareth wrapped his arm around him. “No truer words have ever been uttered.”

Steve then got to watch as all the kids paired off and the older teens wander off in directions Steve wasn’t interested in going. Even Robin had abandoned him to take Max and El to see the ax throwers.

He didn’t have anything he had wanted to do until just before lunch so he went to Damsel in This Dress. He couldn’t wait to show off his little pouch for her to see if it was something that would sell.

But when he got there, the place was slammed. Steve could even see a large, burly man with a long thick black beard with a single white stripe on the left side of his chin was scampering around trying to take people’s money while Katie answered questions.

Steve took out the pouch he had made for Eddie and then looked up at the tangle of people in front of him. He would have to come back later. But he knew when she would be the least busy, and Steve wanted to go to the joust, too.

He let out a shuddering breath and turned around. He figured he could kill sometime wandering around the marketplace and browse.

He still had some money leftover and it was the last day. Maybe he should buy something for himself. He spent so much time and effort and money on everyone else he had forgotten to get something for himself.

But now, everything had been picked through. He still had his little dagger he thought sadly. Maybe he would come back after the joust when the crowds had thinned a bit.

The last lunch was a horrid affair with everyone fighting over the food, trying to get someone to try the haggis. Finally Steve just picked it up and threw it away.

Five bucks down the drain because these kids were assholes.

He still hadn’t seen Eddie.

Steve let out a pained sigh and went to go grab the pouch to rub it between his fingers for comfort when he realized it was gone.

“Shit!” he swore.

“What is it?” Will asked, the first zero in on Steve’s obvious distress.

“I had a small black pouch I–” he stopped. He didn’t want to tell them he had made it for Eddie. “I bought earlier,” he finished lamely. “And it’s not in my pocket.”

All the kids stood up and started looking around.

“Where did you last have it?” Robin asked, rubbing Steve’s arm soothingly.

“The dresses place,” he muttered. He couldn’t remember the name just then.

“I didn’t see that they were selling that sort of thing there,” Lucas said. “Why did you have it out?”

“I was going to show the owner, Katie,” Steve groused. “She liked my tunic yesterday and wanted me to give her stuff for her to sell for me and I was going to show the pouch to see if that was something she might want from me.”

He picked at the sleeve of his white undershirt. The cuff had the Harrington Pattern and his lip began to wobble at the sight of it. He wanted to take his seam ripper to it and just tear it all it out. He was too stupid to hold onto such a simple thing as pouch, he didn’t deserve to sell his pieces.

“We don’t have time to go look for it now,” Max said gently. “We’ll all head over there after the joust.”

Steve nodded and allowed Robin to lead him to the arena where the jousting would be held.

He was trudging up the stairs to bench seating when he heard a voice call out behind him.

“Steve!”

He turned around and saw Jeff waving something in the air. Hope lit a small fire in his chest. It couldn’t be.

He went thundering down the steps.

“Katie said you left this at her shop,” Jeff said a little breathless.

Steve gently took the pouch from him. “Thank you so much. I thought I had dropped it somewhere.”

Jeff grinned. “It’s for Eddie, isn’t it?”

He ducked his head and nodded.

“How do I thank you?” he breathed, his eyes welling up with tears.

“Just be sure to root for the black knight,” Jeff said with a wink.

“I will I promise.”

He turned around and searched the stands to see where they had all gone and to his surprise Jonathan and Nancy were waving at him sandwiched between a grinning Will and a pleased Mike.

Steve’s day was starting to look up. He sat down in the empty spot next to Robin at the end of the bench.

He showed her the pouch.

“Yay!” she squealed, throwing her arms around him. “I’m so glad you found it.”

Steve leaned forward and told them. “Jeff said to root for the black knight.”

Dustin leaned over too. “Aren’t black knights the bad guys?”

“Nope!” Steve said with a grin. “The black just means that he isn’t loyal to a specific lord. He’s a traveling mercenary looking for work in the only profession he knows. War.”

Everyone nodded.

Steve started explaining the history of the sport and what the different points were and how to win. Even what they won.

They were all hanging off his every word.

Steve felt a tap on his shoulder and he looked up. Callahan waved at him shyly.

“This is Sheila, my girlfriend,” he said. “She had a question about the joust.”

Next to the police officer was a pretty brunette in her early thirties. She wore bright red lipstick and was blushing.

She swatted at Callahan’s arm. “He doesn’t want to hear my dumb question.”

Steve grinned up her. “I’m happy to talk anyone’s ear off. Wha’cha got?”

She asked about if the lances were sharp and Steve explained that they weren’t. They even had wide tips to make the shock of the hit go over a wider area so the lancers didn’t get hurt.

****

In the cover of the stable where Eddie was helping Jeff, Jeff turned to him.

“That boy has got it bad for you,” he said pushing Eddie’s shoulder playfully.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” He straightened up and popped his back. “You remember Louis?”

Jeff winced. He did in fact remember Louis. “Me and Bri still maintain he had a crush on you, he just wasn’t out yet and freaked on you.”

“Well,” Eddie huffed. “Steve ain’t out either, so I’m not touching that...” he made motions with his hands, “all that mess with a ten and a half foot pole, man.”

Jeff rolled eyes. “Look, I’m not saying I know for sure, but according to Gareth, who is the densest motherfucker on God’s green earth, said Steve was really sad when we weren’t there this morning.”

Eddie picked a pimple on his jaw nervously and Jeff swatted his hand away.

“I don’t want to ruin my friendship with Steve,” Eddie murmured. “If it goes badly I’m going to lose some of the kids in the divorce. Dustin and Red are the two biggest ones. They like me, but they love Steve.”

Jeff had to concede that one. “So make sure it doesn’t go south. Woo the bastard. You know how. And don’t give that bullshit about it being ‘only’ pretend at DND because I’ve seen you turn on the charm to get cheaper product from Reefer Rick or to let Gareth who isn’t even close to being twenty-one to perform at a bar.”

Eddie blushed. “Yeah, all right. You win.”

Jeff threw his arm around him and kissed his cheek. “Yes!”

Eddie pushed him off him. “Go on, your squire awaits!”

Jeff laughed but wandered off to finish getting ready.

Eddie shook his head fondly. But Jeff had a point. He couldn't wallow forever.

He had a Harrington to woo.

****

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

And lo! There is the wild Callahan everyone expected to spot when he came to Steve's door all the way back in chapter 3.

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[sunflowers4life]

Challengers - Lunch? :)

hello! challengers has been on my mind a lot lately, as I really enjoyed the movie + I absolutely love Mike Faist. I hope you enjoy this, I really tried to give some Tashi appreciation, as I feel in a lot of Fics, she ends up being the villain in some way. as a warning, there is one mention of Y/N - Hope you enjoy!

pairing: art x reader

Art Donaldson was many things. A tennis player, a Stanford student, but something he thought many people seemed to forget, was he was still a young boy. Among the time he spent at tennis training and in his classes, he felt as though he hardly had any time to catch up with Tashi or Patrick, or even a second to sit down and just breathe. Now, don’t get it twisted, Art doesn’t hate his classes, and he of course does hate tennis, but everyone needs a break occasionally. He wishes he was like Tashi, who seemed to enjoy the pressure, the time constraints, as though it helped her stay focused and on track. 

Today, he and Tashi had decided to meet for lunch. Patrick was still on tour, and wasn’t expected to appear for a week or so. Art pushed open the doors to the cafeteria, ready to enjoy his well deserved break, when he noticed Tashi was not sitting alone. There was a girl, wearing a Stanford hoodie, sitting next to Tashi, as the two happily chatted. Art was a bit shocked, as he almost forgot that of course, Tashi had friends outside of him, Patrick and tennis. After realising he had been standing still in one spot for an embarrassing amount of time, he grabbed his food, 3 churros, and finally approached the table. It took Tashi a moment, but she turned, and smiled. “Art! Please, this is Y/N, she’s in one of my classes.” Art offered his hand to the girl, and she took it gently, shaking it almost with the effort of a sloth. At that moment, Art considered she may be the prettiest girl he had ever met. She wasn’t dressed stunningly, simply adorning the red Stanford hoodie, and a pair of flared leggings, but she had this air of peace and calm around her. 

“So, how’d you and Tashi meet?” He posed the question in your direction, and you smiled shyly. “Well, really, it was at one of your tennis matches. I was watching in the stands, and Tashi came over, introduced herself, and we found out we shared a couple of classes.”

“So you’ve watched my games?” Art's face sported a cheeky smirk, one that felt teasing but an innocent nature behind it. 

The hour flew by, and Art found himself at a state of enjoyment he hadn’t felt in weeks. Throughout the hour, he felt he had met someone who just got him. The conversation followed, with never a minute of uncomfortable silence. He learnt about your interests, what you were at Stanford for, and most importantly, your phone number.

As you went to stand up, he suddenly remembered the churro that had been laying on his tray. He grabbed your wrist gently, handing you the churro. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you smiled brightly, almost as though you held the essence of the sun in your face, giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning around.

He watched you leave the cafeteria, his eyes not leaving your form until the red of your hoodie disappeared around the corner. 

“Glad you enjoyed yourself.” Tashi grabbed her tray, as her and Art approached the bins. Tashi had a glint in her eye, and it took Art a minute to realise she had done this on purpose. “You know, when it’s your wedding day, I’ll be expecting a thank you.” Tashi let the comment flow from her lips as she grabbed her racket and made her way towards the courts. 

Art was at a stand still in the middle of the cafeteria, looking at his phone, feeling like a teenage boy again. He stared at your number, lightly shaking his head, before smiling genuinely.

That night, he pulled up your number, shooting you a text that simply stated

“Lunch? :)” 

[animekpopsimp]

Being Mike's Younger Sister

Your life isn't easy

After your brother Garret's disappearance and losing your parents, Mike became both you and Abby's guardian

He did his best to take care of you, but did struggle

Though you and Abby appreciated his efforts

Speaking of Abby, you watch her when you can, which Mike really appreciates

You and your brother have a close relationship

That being said you both go back and forth with snarky comments

You playfully make fun of him all the time, but you're never serious

When he gets a job at Freddy's you initially have no interest in it

However you're forced to go when he takes Abby with him, and Mike doesn't want you home alone

You had to admit, the place was kind of cool

When Mike falls asleep, Abby suddenly leaves the room

Worried about her, you follow Abby into the main area of the pizzeria

When the animatronics comes to life, you're hesitant to trust them

They acted friendly enough, but something felt off about them

Abby quickly grows fond of them, so both of you end up going to work with your brother more often

That is, until Mike leaves you home with your aunt one night

You chose to stay in your room since you never got along with her

Later, you spot Abby in the hallway, talking to someone

Curious you peak out of your room

That's when you see the animatronic in your living room

Your aunt is on the floor, dead

Abby asks you to come with her to the pizzeria

You refuse at first, but after seeing that Abby was going to go with or without you, you go along with her

The whole time, you have a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach

You try to stop Abby from following Chica, but you end up going with them

The two of you get locked into the storage room where there's a dangerous looking suit

When you notice Chica reaching for your sister, you put yourself in front of her

This ends with Chica throwing you against the wall

You hit your head, knocking you out

The next time you wake up, Mike is there

He stopped Chica from hurting either of you

The three of you made your way back to the main room where you're eventually confronted by man in a yellow bunny suit

Though you end up injured, things turn out ok

You're glad Mike is the one taking care of you

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Im your Daddy now

Story suggestion by @mergeatrois

I’ve always been fairly close with my Dad. I really appreciated all the effort he put in to provide a safe home for me! My Dad and I have the same interests but are still way different from each other. We’re both huge Football fans and love the San Francisco 49ers. One of the reasons my Dad and I were totally different from each other was im gay, its not like I made it my whole personality and was pushy about it. My Dad was really accepting and understanding but I still felt like he treats me different.

The next day

I was at home waiting for my Dad to come home when I heard a knock on the door. I looked outside and it was my Dad with another Guy? I opened the door and welcomed them both in with a smile confused. “Hey Lucas! this a friend of mine I go to the Gym with his name is Mike!” Dad said. “Hey dude nice to meet you!” Mike then winked at me with a grin on his face. “Hello!” I said confused. “We’ll both be in my room then we’ll head to the Gym, theres food in the fridge.” My Dad said. “Make sure not to come in unless you wanna see something.” Mike whispered to me. I was so confused but couldn’t help but find Mike really hot. I decided to take a peek inside my Fathers room when I saw Mike and my Dad Making out and having Sex! I couldn’t believe it why would they do it with me in the house?

It was so weird totally hot. My dick starting getting hard and I couldn’t help myself but jerk off while watching Mike dominate my Dad. Oh how I wish I could be my Dad. I starting touching my dick grabbing it and jerking off, I imagined Mike fucking my asshole which made me reach my climax. Once I shot my hot steamy load I accidentally let out a moan which caused Mike to see me through the little open door and thats when he starting thrusting even more causing my Dad to moan like hell.

They finally stopped and I went to my room like nothing happened. My Dad came into my room and said he was going to the Gym with Mike, He then kissed me on my forehead. Before they left Mike said he forgot something and came up stairs into my room. “Hey Luke.. did you enjoy seeing your dad get fucked by a big alpha dominant man like me?” He said. “Why do you want me seeing that?” I said confused. “Here.” Mike said and gave me a bottle of cologne. “See you soon.” Mike said then left. I was confused as why he would give me a Cologne bottle.

Night Time

My dad finally came home from the Gym if he even went to the Gym. “Hey bud how did you like Mike?” My father said. “He was fine I guess.” I said. “Well, I have something important to tell you.” “What is it?” I said. “Mike and I are engaged, and we are getting married in two weeks.” My Father said. “Woah dad you did an amazing job at pretending to be straight!” I said. “Im sorry if you felt like I treated you different because you were gay son.” My Father said sincerely. “Its fine dad im glad you can tell me.” “Well goodnight bud” My Father kissed me on the lips and said goodnight. My Father has never showed me that much affection and I got a little turned on. Oh how I wish I could live as my Dad, being a daddy, old, and sexy. I tried and tried to go to sleep but just couldn’t. I grabbed the cologne Mike gifted me and looked at the back, Wish Cologne: Spray this cologne and wish away! I sprayed the Cologne with hope that I could become my Dad. I waited and waited for something to happen but nothing happened. I went to sleep hoping I would wake up as my Dad.

In the Morning,

As I woke up I felt somebody at my side.

“Hey gorgeous, ready to take my morning wood Lucas?” Lucas? How does he know its me? “Oh i’ve been wanting you this whole time, now obey me and licky my armpits boy.” Luke said. Lukes balls kept hitting my ass like a battling ram while his long thick dick kept inserting my hole filled with his hot steamy sperm. My Son interrupted our personal time, “What are you looking at Richard? Come over here and let your Dad fill your ass with cum.” Luke said. I inserted my Huge manly dick into my son while he moans. “Like that lil boy? Im your daddy now.”

Im really sorry for not posting in a while! I’ll be sure to make more stories and be active! Comment Story suggestions! ❤️

[badly-drawn-pigeon]

I made my own inarizushi!

I cooked the bags from (reasonably) scratch, starting with frying my own aburaage from raw tofu.

Now, passing the mike to our local expert.

As you can see, he's not impressed.

The coclusions:

I messed up aburaage. I cut the tofu slices way too thick and also fried them for too long (they turned out darker than should be). This resulted in the whole thing being a bit hard to chew.

The taste is still good though.

I wish I could say that I'm just going to make it with store-bought inari bags from now on (the whole thing took way more time and effort to cook than I had expected, but this could be skill issue), but I really want to learn how to do it right because it's one of my favorite sushi types ❤️

Madara is not getting any more of this because he doesn't appreciate it enough