#cha•°•michael dipnicky

[addie-henderson]

Happy Valentine's babes hope you like it 🤞🏾

Michael Dipnicky; cw- blowjobs, face fucking, public/exhibition (kinda)

There was a firm knock on you dorm room door. You glance at the clock, 9 a.m. who could be at your door at nine in the morning. You frown and push yourself quietly away from your studying careful not to wake your roommate who's first class wasn't until well after noon. You peek through the peephole and spot the top of a head full of curls and your stomach swirls in excitement. You open the door wide to find your boyfriend leant against the frame and assortment of things him his hands and by his feet. He'd said he wasn't planning anything for today.

'its just another commercial consumerism holiday. It doesn't really mean anything.' maybe he had seen the look of sadness at the sentiment because he stood with at least 4 matching pink gift boxes and a basket in front of you. "Hey" he muttered almost embarrassed. You press your hand over your mouth to hold in a squeal of excitement. "Michael...but you said...I thought-" you stumble. "I know what I said but can you let me in before I drop everything." He grumbled.

"right Im just..." You step to the side to let him in. "Be quiet my roommate is sleeping."

He tsk's in annoyance but hands you a small pink box first after setting the rest down, "Open it."

You do as told taking the lid off the box and moving the thin white paper to find a beautiful necklace.

"O-oh... Mikey-" you look up at him and back to your box. It was a pretty white gold with a simple charm of a heart locket. "Will you put it on for me?"

He takes the box from your hand pulling the necklace out as you turn your back to him. His warm fingers and the cold metal both graze your skin making you shiver, "I didn't get you anything" you frown

"I know. I didn't want you to."

"But-" he cuts you off handing you a basket next, now that you got a clearer view you could see the carefully array of fruit bouquet.

"Ooo food." You perk up moving the clear wrap for a strawberry meekly becoming excited for the rest of your gifts you peek at him through your eyelashes. "...what else?"

He snorts and hands you one after the other of the remaining 5 boxes. A new outfit, a tiara, earrings to match your necklace, and all of it made you thrilled. While he watched on with nothing of his own to open. You kiss him sweetly and his hand faintly touches your check.

"Thank you." You mutter placing your hand between the two of you onto his thigh.

This was nerve wracking. Your heart slammed in your chest as you smile at him. He'd been so thoughtful something he wasn't very often he deserved this. You unbutton his nice slacks sinking down on your knees in front of him pulling them roughly down with you, visibly shocking Michael as his eyes cut across the room to your sleeping roommate. His hand sat palm open against the edge of your bed, his own way of keeping calm and quiet

"Thank you again for all my presents, Mikey." You hum politely as you run the tip of your finger down up his thigh and up into the band of his boxers. His cock was semi hard already, enough for you to get a good grasp of it in your hand it looked kind of cute when it wasn't as big as you were used to with it's soft pink tip and stray freckles. You kiss the tip of it gingerly. "Thank you so very much."

His eyes widen as you lick the underside of his dick feeling it grow in your palm, causing a little giggle "There he is." You shuffle on your knees and take the tip of him in your warm mouth and swirl your tongue around it causing him to shiver. You fight the urge to smile at the fact that you'd reduced rich bad ass Michael to shivering at your touch and slide your mouth down the rest of him inviting him into the back of your throat, careful not to gag too loud around his dick in your mouth. Bouncing head up and down his length patiently waiting for his release. He whimpered, a rare sound, and placed a firm hand onto the back of your head pushing you down on his cock faster his hips give small fast flutters to meet your new forced pace. Your pussy flutters around nothing as he fucks your face brutally, claiming his reward. You try not to sputter spit too loud it'd wake the sleeping danger in the room but it seemed Michael could care less about being caught as a slightly louder than ideal groan fell from his lips when he pushed your tight throat down once more holding you three to cum down your greedy throat. His hips give a few more shallowed thrusts as you breathe through your nose and tears prickle your eyes.

"Good girl." He mutters yanking you off his dick by your hair and looking over your fucked out face. "Happy Valentine's."

You give a little cough in response cause a bit of cum to bubble as you finish swallowing. "Happy Valentine's Day."

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"Come on please?" You whisper smiling falsely at passing 'friends of the family' snotty rich people eating finger foods and chatting

"Absolutely not. "

"Mikey." You whine under your breath tugging on his nice button up once more

"No."

You found your face pressed into the cool tinted car window, drool running out the corner of your slightly agape mouth. You were dressed in a "cute" Christmas sweater and one of those cheap headbands with the felt reindeer antlers, sporting sewn on bells that jingled with every rhythmic slam of Michaels hips

The dinner party at the Dipnicky's started at 9:30 sharp and grew boring by 9:45. And before the clock hit 10:00 you were begging to step outside for some air. Tugging on Michael's nice shirt to get his attention pulling it slightly at which perfect place tucked into the waistband of his perfectly pressed slacks.

By 10:05 with 25 minutes left until his parents guests filled the outdoor with warm bodies you'd made through with convincing Michael you could get away with just a little fun. And God was it fun. Watching out the corner of your eye as his head fell downward and a lose curl a little longer than the others fell out of place from it's neat grooming. Watching him lick his licks as he focus on pounding your mind numb in the back of his nice jeep with your good thick snow tights bunched down around one ankle because of his haste to make quick work of taking care of you.

"There you go, baby. Is that what you needed so bad?"

"Ye-yeah! Yes. Yesohmygodyes" you babble as your mouth stops being able to keep up with your brains complex thoughts when he gets the good spot nestled in between you aching wall.

"Thank you Mikey" you repeat more to yourself than him as a muttered chant a mantra to keep him going.

"you're very welcome, baby." He replies simply with a grunt as he finishes inside of you and your body slumps into the chair. Cool feeling of the window gone. You feel him fixing your clothes for you (just like a doll) and then his own. And then he glanced at his watch. "10:30. On the dot. Merry Christmas, sweetheart." He presses a kiss to your sex drunk mouth and hums as if he's putting thought into it (he isn't) "hm...I Don't think I've said that today."

Merry Christmas Michael

[addie-henderson]

this ➡️ dude 🙋‍♂️ named 🏷 michael 🥴 used 🕰 to ride 🏇 motorcycles 🏍 dick 🍆 bigger 😱 than 📐 a tower 🏫 i ain't ❌️ talking 🗣 bout eiffel🗼

Real ✅ country🤠 ass 🍑🤭 lemme play 🎮with his rifle 🔫

[addie-henderson]

"Merry Christmas sweetheart." You felt the skin of your arm brush up against the cold door frame as you were lead up to your shared appointment room eyes covered by a pair of broad hands. Slowly they peel away and in front of you on the bed is a single box. You turn to look at Michael with distrustful eyes. He'd promised a sweet Christmas no ploys to get you into bed until after dinner with his parents at 9:30.

He gave a coy smile.

'little shit'

You slowly make your way to sit next to the box on the bed and lay your hands on the top to run your fingers along the soft champagne colored wrapping paper. Slowly you lift the box with Michael's watchful eye ready to give it a good soft shake before he clears his throat.

"DON'T...I wouldn't." Is all he says.

You purse your lips and lower the heavy box. Ok. It's fragile.

You lift the lid of the present and find a wide pair of eyes staring at you startled.

"MICHAEL. YOU GOT ME A PUPPY!"

[addie-henderson]

Jesus Christ....I typed Michael Dipnicky into the search bar...it's all me for like a solid minute scroll 😧😧

[addie-henderson]

i forced my stepmom to watch honor society with me tonight and for about 75% of the movie she was so ready to risk it all for michael and now she wants to strangle him how do i fix her

- 🎀

(your stepmom just like me fr 😋)

You don't. Listen at the end of the movie you either got to be team Michael or team Honor and she chose her side 😔

We just gotta let her go

[addie-henderson]

Michael straight up hot boxing sweetheart in his car for high car sex in-between college class.

...Eating my brain. It's eating my whole brain

[addie-henderson]

I WOULD LET MICHAEL DIPNICKY GASLIGHT THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Please I volunteer. I'll go next, sir. Please.

[addie-henderson]

Michael Dipnicky has me foaming at the mouth. I want to help him scam Honor idec. He goes to a good school, gets a good job, makes me a good house wife.

And the COMFORT?!?! After getting all pouty about him kissing Honor. And he just grabs your jaw and kisses you all over. God I'ma melt 🤞🏽

[addie-henderson]

He started singing and I had to pause the movie to cry and scream a little bit. Like actually.

[addie-henderson]

ghostface!michael engaging you in a twisted little game of hide and seek, in the dark, in your OWN HOUSE is so…….i want him.

Tw: Dark roleplay scenarios, dacryphilia/crying, prey/predator dynamics.

Everything around you found it into a petrifying void of darkness as you desperately push yourself further under your own bed. Hand press against your lips smearing your Halloween makeup. You felt tears running down your face and onto your palm as you try to silence your heavy breathing. The door to your friend slowly creeped open and you heard the sound of a heavy boot hit the wooden floor. And then another. And another. You could catch a glimpse of the nice dress slacks in the light from the hallway as he stood in front of your bed. A quiet sob shook your body as you press your palm closer to your mouth to hold in a hiccup.

The whole room was quiet for a moment and then it was filled with your cell phone ringing loudly. But you dare not move, you don't dare to reach for it and fumble to turn it off. He had already found you. The blanket hanging off the side of your bed is hitched up and you see ghostface staring at you.

"I found you." He says simply, voice raspy from the chase. "Are you scared?"

You nod hopelessly as he grabs hold of your chin examining your tears stricken face and smugged makeup.

"Don't worry I'll take good care of you, sweetheart."

And you bite back a twisted smile because you knew he would. Michael always took care of you, especially on Halloween. He was always in the best mood this time of year.

"Please don't hurt me, sir."

[addie-henderson]

Michael Dipnicky Headcanons as per request of: @micecheese233

He's secretly a hater fr. (That's pretty canon)

He thinks everyone is stupid which is easy when you've been smarter than everyone your entire life.

Very "protective." He likes to keep hands on you at all times in a VERY possessive way. He knows he's an asshole but he also says himself he knows he's not "traditionally" attractive. So it doubles as both a control tactic, a insecurity calmer, and a warding off of other men and/or women.

He plays Piano quite a bit around you so much so that it's calming. He definitely recorded himself playing YOUR song. (Like on some Edward Cullen shit)

Accidental Sugar daddy? Accidental Sugar daddy.

His love language is gift giving. And he loves 2 people. His girlfriend and his mother. Soooooo a lot of gifts.

Jewelry, things you mention off hand, clothes he wants to see you in, a cat (because he's allergic to dogs.)

Spends a lot of time sitting in his bed. Not necessarily cuddling just chillin'. His room is huge so is his bed.

Very politely condescending. "You're a crayon among Knives, my love."

Takes you to a lot of dumb rich people parties and guides you around all night. You've practically been a married couple since the first party. "You reflect me in there understand? Make sure to wave to Mr. Dillon he's a good connection for my future in school."

Nsfw:

This kinky bastard.

The difference between him and Dustin is that Michael has access to The INTERNET. There are so many things he can see and Google and research. There's toys you can buy. it's crazy.

Ngl like he's been kinky since around the time that people start thinking about sex. Like I don't think he's like once fantasized about normal sex

Spit kink. Please dear god let him spit in your mouth while he fucks you dumb

He kinda has a sick interest in making you hump his things. His boots, his pillow, etc anything he can abuse your clit on.

Dumbification.

If you let him he WILL fuck you with video games action figure. (The little basic ones with stands on the bottom) just to watch your face contort with the feeling of ALL the little details touching your walls and how big it is. I mean even the small ones are pretty big. (He has enough money to replace them...or he'd just keep them.)

His favorite position is Doggy, he's making faces when he's getting close and it embarrasses him.

Thigh fucking when you're wearing a skirt. He just pops it out and slowly fucks himself between them and the heat of your pussy. And you can just feel his tip rubbing your clit.

He'll do it in public, in his house, in the kitchen, he doesn't care.

If he can get away with it without being caught he'll cum in the front of your undies and pull em up and walk away.

Light impact play? Little cheek slaps with his dick before you suck him off. BIG cheek slaps when you're riding him and slow down too much.

Cock warming while he's working>>>>

Light bondage. Hand cuffs, rope, maybe makeshift gags like panties and tshirts no stuffed into your cheeks

Speaking of stuffed cheeks. He's so mean and doesn't warn when he's cumming down your throat. Every time.

An Itty-bitty Daddy kink.

"there you go you take daddy so good don't you. My little bitch."

"come to daddy."

If you DO ever do standard or missionary he enjoys watching you hold things and can't explain why. Like clinging to pillows or teddy bears close to your chest while he's literally pounding into you? Yeah that's.... something for him.

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Yeah yeah Michael this. Michael that. HONOR IS ACTUALLY SO PRETTY THO. like I'd give her a little smooch. They could have had Gaslighting gatekeep girl boss x Manplain manipulate Manifest solidarity. And I could be in the middle

[addie-henderson]

(Not test read at all ngl)

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"Do you think we're going to get married one day?" The cool of the night air felt like heaven against your skin in contrast to the heat of Michael laying in the delicate well kept grass of the Dipnicky backyard that appeared glossed in a blue tint of the moon.

"What do you mean?" His eyebrows push together in genuine confusion as he stops looking at the stars turning his head to peak at you instead. The two of you make eye contact making you shuffle nervously

"I mean...do you think we'll get married?" You say again unsure of how you could rephrase it.

"I know we are." He said simply blowing a particularly long curl out of his face.

"How are you so sure of everything?"

"Because I know everything" he frowned a bit, something he did quite often when he was thinking. "and because I decided I was going to marry you 10 years ago loser. Proposed and everything."

The memory flows back to you the moment he said it. The two of you standing under a tree on the elementary school play ground. "You're really pretty... One day I want to marry you." A 5 year old Michael lisped out attempting to smile despite his lack of teeth. You giggle and shake your head. "We can't get married Mikey I don't have a dress." He holds out a small rock, white in color, from his overall pockets and places it into your palm.

"Proposing with a rock doesn't count." You mutter gently.

"It should." He insists.

"We were 5."

"I'm not seeing the point."

"Be for real." You smack his chest lazily earning a snort for your efforts.

"Yes I think we're going to get married." He says as softly leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Even if I don't get into a good school?" You manage softly. School was everything to him. Success was everything. You couldn't imagine him without it.

"I'll get into a good school for you." He says confidently without batting an eye. "And I'll get a good job. And get a nice house. And you get to pick it all."

"Even the kitchen?" You smile.

"Oh yeah definitely. "

"Mmhm that's great and all." You roll your eyes teasingly "until you divorce me because I annoy you."

"Why are you planning our hypothetical divorce already?" He nudges your shoulder with his own "Stop that."

"I'm only teasing" you grin raising your arm towards him extending you pinkie finger expectingly. "Good school and a house?"

He stares at you for a moment amazed by how he fell in love with someone so childish he puffs his cheeks and his brows raise briefly before he hooks his pinkie with yours. Offering the smallest of smiles "Good school and a house."

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[addie-henderson]

just want mean dom michael so BAD

he’s not overly into pain i don’t think (maybe a little) but he’s very very good at being mean and condescending and ndjdkksl i’d let him ruin me

OH GOD YES.

Like he's thrives on being psychological. (I imagine his dream career path has a lot to do with it) so a lot of the "pain" that hes inflicting is verbal. He's a name caller and a reprimander. Especially when his sub is shy or whimpering out words. He expects the best from you. Because you are a reflection of him. Always. And how could his baby be babbling nonsense? Like imagine this right:

•°•

He pressed his tongue further into you as he eats you out enthusiastically. A reward for being so patient with him during finals.

"M-mikey. S'too much." You murmur into your hand and he pulls away.

"hm? I can't hear you. You know how I feel about mumbling don't you?"

You whimper pathetically bucking up to try and get him to help you finish. Suddenly regretting saying anything. "Oh no, Honey. Speak up. Then you finish. Like a big girl."

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AND HE'S JUST LIKE "don't be stupid." "I can't figure everything out for you." "You don't like how I do it? Do it yourself." "I can go a lot longer without you then you can go without me." He's MEAN. And he WILL remind you

[addie-henderson]

michael dipnicky having you so well behaved and focused on him that he doesn’t even have to say much when you piss him off in public spaces. a disapproving click of his tongue, a warning pinch on whatever soft part of you he can reach without anyone seeing. you know to straighten up after that and he doesn’t have to make a scene unless you reallyyy wanna play around with him.

thought about this today and folded

Hot damn I want him so bad. He's so fine. Like... y'all don't understand. Bare with me it's 3:00 and I'm not wearing my contacts.

I don't know why but the first thing I thought about is him getting into Harvard anyway which like socks everybody because you know that's two students from the same school going to a really good school with a pretty low acceptance rate and so he sees Kennedy around school sometimes and Honor comes to visit her (they're girlfriends, your honor.) And I really think if anyone was would notice the body language between the two of you it would be her because Honor is an observant ass nosy ass bitch (and I love her)

So I'm picturing something kind of like:

"I've got an order for Michael!" The Barista in the coffee shop calls out and Micheal stands with an exhausted from on his face to retrieve his coffee and the smaller accompanying hot chocolate and muffin. You watch him attentively as he makes his way over narrowly avoiding colliding with a small blonde girl.

"I'm so sorry-... Michael?"

"Honor." He gives a rare smile (tho hardly genuine, definitely just to fuck with her head.) As he gently sets your things on the table before turning his back to you to continue whatever game he was playing with her.

You don't mean to but you frown, looping your fingers through his belt loop lightly tugging for him to sit next to you. You couldn't help but stare at her with unpleased wide eyes. You tug again this time getting an unpleasant annoyed click of his teeth and a glance out of the corner of his eye. You can feel both of them staring at you as your hand retreats back to the table and you stop staring. 'Staring is rude. good girls don't stare'.

"I'm glad you're doing well for yourself, Dipnicky."

"I wish I could say the same for you." finally taking his seat he places his hand on your thigh and giving a soft squeeze. Honor lingers for a moment before turning on her heels and heading towards her friend.

"what was that, Sweetheart?" He frowns at you.

"m'sorry." You mutter.

"you jealous?"