#magicveiled:michael.
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date? from michael (lol also both were for cherry)
Send me “Date?” and I'll answer...
Who asks for it:
[X] Your muse asks mine
[/] My muse asks yours...maybe.
Type of date:
[ ] Platonic Date
[X] Romantic Date
[ ] First Date
[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____
Location for the date:
[X] Movies • [ ] Romcom • [ ] Adventure • [ ] Animation • [ ] Horror • [ ] Drama • [ ] Buddy • [X] Arthouse (to weed out the weak)
[X] Restaurant • [ ] Expensive/High Class • [ ] Small and familiar • [X] Fast Food
[ ] Nature • [ ] Beach • [ ] Park • [ ] Forest • [ ] …with a picnic
[ ] Visiting a museum
[ ] Visiting an amusement park
[X] Visiting a haunted location (to get the blood pumping 😏)
[ ] Staying at home • [ ] Watching movies • [ ] Playing Video Games • [ ] Reading
[X] Club? Cherry wants to dance.
The date might hopefully end with…
[ ] …holding hands
[X] …a kiss
[X] …in bed
[X] …knowing each other better
[ ] …sleepover between friends
[ ] …a marriage proposal
[ ] ___ (other)
Should you reblog this?:
[/] Yes. I want to send you one—except you have and I have...but not for him?
[ ] Yes.
[ ] No.
Cherry rolls her eyes at Michael constantly, and she dumped her drink on him once, but she wouldn't continue to entertain his flirtations if she had absolutely zero interest...
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@magicveiled said: ' tell me what you want ... ' michael's voice rasped, ' ... in detail . '
Cherry reached out to run a hand through his hair, brushing it back and forth the same way she'd pet a cute dog. "Wow." Her eyebrows shot toward her hairline. "In detail. Sure you can handle that? Let's see..."
She let her hand drop to softly grasp his chin and gave it a gentle wiggle. "I dunno, I'm simple. Just push that big ol' dick inside me, 'cause, y'know, that's what you're here for. Save me the trouble of using my fingers." Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she giggled and released him to wave the fingers in question.
"Pound me as hard as you can until I can't walk. Make me your little rag doll." Her voice dropped until it was barely above a whisper. "And when you're done, I want you to pound your chest...and wail like George of the Jungle." A hum. "Actually? I don't want it. I need it." She bit her lip and wrinkled her nose.
"Then maybe, maybe...after that, you can take a victory lap around the room and I'll clap for you. How's that sound?"
#magicveiled#magicveiled:michael.#v. FIVE O'CLOCK WORLD.#i feel so bad for whoever happens to read this#good morning/afternoon everyone cherry is a freak#//#USFW
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@magicveiled said: ❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜
Cherry's eyes pop wide with surprise. Her head shakes from side to side. "Michael, that's terrible. If you're gonna bite me, bite me 'cause you wanna bite me. Don't do it just for my sake. What do you get out of that, huh?" Her lips form a long, tense line. A hum of derision escapes her. "Y'know, there's such a thing as being too selfless a lover." A beat. "Not that you're my lover. Just generally speaking." Her mouth twists to one side. "But if you plan on biting me anyway, don't tell me when. Make it a surprise. Keep me on my toes."
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"You wanna buy me a drink? Me?" Her eyebrows rose. "But there's one right here in my hand, see?" Her hand bobbed slightly for emphasis as she gestured to it with the hand opposite, in an act reminiscent of some game show presenter or magician's assistant.
As her hand lifted higher and higher into the air, her mouth formed a small circle. "Oh no. Oh no, what's happening? It's like it's moving on it's own—" With a twist of her wrist, she tipped the glass over his head. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking!" She looked at the empty glass as though shocked by the turn of events. Her head tilted.
"If Michael still wants to buy Cherry a drink, I think she's free now."
Michael tried to bite back his next reply but he was all too eager to watch her get pissed off at him. "I'm just surprised to hear that Cherry thinks at all," he smirked at her, waiting to get hit or have a drink thrown in his face or worse. When it didn't happen, he was quick on his feet once again.
"You sure it's not just the voices inside your head? I can hear them right now. They say, '...you should really stop talking about cats and let that incredibly handsome guy, Michael, by you a drink'; just a suggestion."
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"Maybe, maybe not. Curious, aren'cha? Y'know what happened to the cat...but Cherry doesn't think and tell."
“Bet you were thinking of that one all night, weren’t you?”
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