#mikes arms are v interesting

[fruitbythefoot7]

that moment when u get caught making out w ur not bf instead of doing the chore u signed up for bc of said not bf

[strawhbrrries]

Movement

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: a double date that leads to mike schmidt coming home with you in the name of "helping your friend" and he ends up fucking you.

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, creampie??, female pronouns, slight degrading??, pet names, heavy cussing, mike being hashtag v hot, no established relationship, porn with no plot, not proofread

word count: 2.1k words

author’s note: listen to movement by hozier for the full experience!!! I know this fic wasn't voted to be the first mike one to be posted but I had to do it okay!!!! he's so hot n sexy in this and i need him badly...please enjoy! mwah!

Your eyes scanned the restaurant in front of your car, you were promised a very nice dinner with a very nice man and the place you ended up might as well have been a denny’s. Gia somehow managed to rope you into a double date and as the amazing friend you are, you obliged. Now, you wanted to take it back. If the guy you were set up with wasn’t just an absolute heartthrob you might consider strangling her in the bathroom.

“Gia, this better be the best damn food and the hottest men you have ever experienced or I’m never doing you another favor ever again.” You teased, getting out of your car as she walked up to it.

“I swear he said this place was nicer! Thank you so much babes, I owe you one!” She responded, slipping her arm inside of yours to walk inside. “Maybe the inside is really nice and it’s just a shady exterior.”

You’d never seen the man Gia was seeing tonight so when the two of you arrived at the table you weren’t sure which man was yours, but you knew which one you wanted. He looked gentle, shaggy hair untamed almost like he wasn’t prepared to go on a date tonight. 

“I suppose I’m your date.” He smiled softly, getting up to pull your chair out for you. “I’m MIke, you look uh, really beautiful tonight.”

After the introductions and small talk the two of you hit it off right away, it helped that Gia and her date were more interested in each other than remembering that the people they brought also existed.  The more you talked the more Mike came out of his shell, he wasn’t as shy as you first pegged him to be. Your heel was slowly caressing his calf, neither of you were quite sure when it had ended up there but he wasn’t complaining.

“A man in uniform is hot.” Your flirting was a little rusty, but it seemed to be working just fine for you.

“It’s just a security gig.” He shrugged it off, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. 

You grabbed the straw of your drink, wrapped your tongue around it, and took a sip. Mike choked slightly but covered it up with a cough, adjusting his pants under the table at the same time. 

“She’s not going to go home with him unless I go home with you.” You whispered in his ear as you leaned over the table, tangling your fingers in his hair to trick Gia into thinking you were whispering something dirty. “I’d really like to go home with you.”

You could feel the heat creep up his neck, his face was flushed. His heart might as well be on the outside of his chest with the intensity that it was beating, it’d been a long time since he’d been on a date or even gotten laid but Abby was at home and that just wouldn’t work.

“Uhm, my sister’s at home, can we go to your place?” Mike’s saliva was thick and pooling in his mouth, it felt almost impossible to swallow. He had to be dreaming, this just didn’t make sense otherwise. He was just doing his friend a favor and now your breath was hot on his neck and his jeans were uncomfortably tight.

The second the two of you walked outside he got fidgety, like he was going to take off the second you let go of his hand. Frankly he was surprised you hadn’t let go of it the second you picked it up, he was dripping sweat from the moment he realized you were his date. He quickly made a mental note to send a letter to the company who made his preferred deodorant, the fact that he didn’t smell absolutely putrid spoke volumes on their product.

“So did you mean what you said inside? Because I’m perfectly okay with just going home.” 

“I meant it, don’t be so nervous.” You smiled back at him, handing him the keys to your car.

The tension was thick, his knuckles were white as he tried to keep his focus on the road ahead and making it back to your place safely and not the fingers drawing figures on his thigh as you spoke about something he couldn’t quite grasp. 

Your place wasn’t too far from the restaurant that Gia’s date had picked, that Mike was thankful for. The longer he had to endure the torture that was your fingers on this thighs, the less his ability to be a gentleman and control himself existed. If it was up to him, he’d probably just pulled over and fucked you in the backseat of your own car but it wasn’t. He was a gentleman, he’d just met you all of a few hours ago, he knew better.

“This is the place.” You smiled softly as he pulled into your driveway.

“It’s nice.” He stated, handing your car keys back to you and taking your hand. “Suits you.”

Mike’s eyes wandered the walls, taking in every aspect of you, as you led him through the house. It didn’t take him long to notice that you lived alone, another thing he was now thankful for. His fingers trailed the zipper of your dress as he stood behind you in your bedroom, his other hand rubbing your arm and leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

“Are you going to take it off?” Your voice was shaky and quiet, for the first time tonight you were nervous. 

“And you thought I was the eager one.” He chuckled, tugging your hair back softly to give him just enough access to your face to make eye contact with you. “Do you get off on bringing strangers to your home and having them fuck you?”

A soft whimper escaped your lips, blessing the ears of the man behind you who responded with a groan. His lips made contact with your neck, biting and sucking at any of the skin he had access to. The hand that was holding your hair back made itself busy drawing the zipper of your dress further and further down until it couldn’t go any further, you shivered as the cold air hit your back. 

Mike detached himself from your neck and took a step back, briefly admiring how disheveled you looked despite still being fully dressed, he made a quick motion for you to turn around and you obliged almost immediately. If you got his dick any harder it might’ve fallen off before he ever got the chance to use it. 

He backed you into the bed, laying you down and sliding your dress off and into a pile on the floor. Another deep groan was emitted into the air as he took in the sight in front of him, you hadn’t worn a bra and the underwear you’d chosen left nothing to the imagination. Mike immediately started thanking whatever god was above for you and the experience he was about to have. 

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on sleeping with anyone tonight but then you saw him and your entire plan was flipped upside down. You lied about your friend not going home with her date if you didn’t leave with him, you didn’t want him to think you were desperate but he knew now. The second he touched the zipper of your dress, anything left of your facade was gone. You needed him.

“If you weren’t so fucking wet I would’ve thought you were only doing me a favor.” He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing his finger over your folds through your underwear. “ Or maybe you’re just a whore? Huh?”

“For you.” You choked out, words getting caught in your throat over his words. 

At the beginning of the night you would’ve placed money on the fact that he wasn’t capable of things like this, it was like another side of him had come out during the drive to your house. You weren’t complaining, his words were getting to you in a way you’d never experienced. 

“Yeah? For me? Mikey’s own personal whore.” He slipped your underwear to the side and slid his finger through your folds, collecting your juices and bringing them to his mouth. “You’re as sweet as you look, need a honey jar full of you.”

You cried out at him softly, trying to use anything you had to stop his teasing. He was winding you up but edging you right before you could pop, he could’ve said anything and you would’ve agreed just to get him to fuck you. Being this desperate for a man you hardly knew was an exhilarating experience. 

“Please, I need you.” You whined, grabbing at his shirt in a desperate plea. “Please.”

“Good job using your words, pretty girl.” Mike praised, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and pulling them down, throwing them in the same pile as your dress.

His clothes soon joined yours on the floor, a small pout emerging when you realized you wouldn’t be able to suck him off, his eyes catching yours as he climbed up your body. He kissed his way up, biting occasionally. Fingers tracing your skin just as you had done to him earlier in the night, lighting a fire on your skin as they went. It was like his body was made to fit yours, like your souls had searched for each other through every lifetime and yet this was the first time they had met.

His lips finally met yours for the first time, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulled away to breathily whisper something in your ear. You shook your head in agreement at whatever he said, as long as he kept touching you like that and making noises in your ear you’d agree to anything he said to you. 

Shaking your head yes was the best decision you’d made so far, you felt two fingers slip inside of you. Thrusting for a few moments before they were replaced by the tip of his cock, slowly pushing in as his mouth found one of your nipples. The gentle man you had once perceived had been replaced by a god who was hung like a horse, splitting you in half with the cock fit for a god.

“Fuck.” Mike moaned, tipping his head back when he bottomed out, taking your legs and placing them on his shoulders. “So good, pretty girl.”

Anything you had planned on responding with quickly dissipated the second he pulled out and thrusted back in, a low groan coming out insead. His fingers were digging into your thighs as he held them up where he wanted them, all you could hope for was the imprints bruising as a reminder that this actually happened. What hair that wasn’t sticking to his skin from the sweat covering it was dangling backwards freely, all his focus was on not cumming too soon and if he continued to look at you he definitely would.

Your eyes had glossed over a long time ago, tears streaming down the sides as a byproduct of the blissful state his cock had put you in, fingers gripping desperately at the sheets and your tits bouncing with each thrust. He was once again praying to every god that he would get to do this another time, then he could sear the image of you under him into his mind.

“Mike, Mikey I need..” You whined, the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, threatening to spill before you could even finish a coherent thought.

“C’mon pretty girl, you can do it, let it go.” He praised you, bringing his thumb down to your clit and drawing figure eights in time with his thrusts to help your orgasm spill over.

His words were the final piece in the puzzle, your orgasm hitting you soon after he spoke. Legs shaking, mind blowing, tears, and silent moans was all your body could do at the supernova your orgasm had proved to be. You’d never cum this hard before but if every orgasm after didn’t measure up, he had ruined you. 

“You did so good.” Was all you heard as you came down from your high, Mike’s hands soothed down your hair as he whispered into your ear. 

His thrusts continued at the same pace for only a few seconds before his hips stuttered and he painted your insides white. 

“I guess tonight wasn’t a total waste.” You joked quietly, turning to the side to smile at him as he laid down next to you. 

“We need to do this more often.”

[alwaysformike]

can i request where reader and michael are in rome in 1988 for the bad tour and they go to a museum on a little date and end up getting a little riled up in public because of michael's tedious tour schedule that prevents them from having any "sex time"?

ִֶָ𓏲࣪ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄 🫐༉‧

in which tedious tour schedules force sweet sighs of bliss to fill the sound of people-filled museums.

content warnings: public sex, fingering, p in v, fem! reader, MICHAEL BEING SO SEXY???!

my first request omg??!!! 😣 okay anyways enjoy mls

THE SPRINGTIME AIR OF MAY FILLS YOUR NOSE, DRENCHING YOU IN A WARMTH NEVER FELT BEFORE. Cars zoom past, blowing your hair into your face. Your hand, wrapped thinly around your lover, squeezes.

You are glad people in Rome know how to mind their business, save for the couple of people that clearly don’t get the memo; you and Michael are alone for a reason.

Though, you will admit, you couldn't be sure if the feeling of eyes staring at you in every direction were any better than the constant clicking of paparazzi cameras.

"Well, my love, where to next?" The voice rings through your ears, sending that funny feeling to your tummy again. You blush slightly, ducking your head.

You and the former Jackson 5 member are out for a day on the town, exploring all there is to see in Rome. This, you think, may be the best part of Michael's fame; being able to tour the world with your love.

"Hm," you hum. Of course, it had its downsides, like the schedule that made it almost impossible to see him. "I heard there is a museum just a way down, perhaps we could go there?"

He grins down at you. "The fact you think you even have to ask is blasphemy."

There it was again, that fluttering feeling in your stomach that just would not go away. The two of you make your way down to the Museum, hands still interlinked like chains.

As you walk, it is impossible not to stare at him. Him, with his curly black hair fanning around his face. Him, with his dark eye's cautiously observing as you two cross the street.

It is a crime that you have became so lucky, a sin that he has ended up with you of all people. Because, truly, he was a piece of art that deserved to be in the Museum. Him, with his sharp and chiseled jaw, his lanky but tall figure, his long seductive fingers.

Him.

It is so unfair, the way he floats so gracefully, dancing around with a small quirk of his lips. Your breath catches in your throat.

"Michael." You whisper feebly. The museum was just up ahead, you could see the line following out through door.

"Hm?" He half-heartedly answers. His attention is on moving you through the crowd of people and into the Museum. No lady should stand in line for that long especially not his.

Your throat goes dry and suddenly words have escaped from your list of skills. Your brain, fuzzy and now blank. He pauses in his step, waiting for you to say something. Michael turns, looking at you . Your eyes are staring up at him, those big round eyes that could have any soldier fall to his knees and retreat in seconds.

He was the soldier and the heart was his battlefield.

"Doll?" He questions. It is unlike you to be so quiet, typically yapping about anything that remotely catches your interest.

Your breath hitches. You two are now inside the Museum, statues and paintings lining each wall. "Mike," you whisper. "Something is wrong."

It does not take more than a millisecond for Michael to have you in his arms, hugging you tightly. He cannot help but to worry. "Has something upset you, is the museum too small, was the line too long?" He is throwing questions after questions to you.

Your brain is still fuzzy and woozy, but you mange to peep from his arms and stare deep into his onyx eyes. "Michael, listen. Something is wrong with me."

That does not help. You are back in his thick arms once more, and he is questioning you again. You peel from his arms one last time. You glance up at him, then to his long and vein-covered fingers. Had he always been so sexy? Stupid question, of course he had.

There was something about not seeing him for weeks on end unless it was on stage that made you so feral, so weak in the knees. If it was possible, he looked so much more handsome. Small eyebags rested underneath his eyes but it did not take from his beauty, only added.

You realize now that you sre utterly fucked.

"Michael. Bathroom." You croak, nodding towards the restroom. In seconds the two of you are shoving into the family one and the door is locked behind you.

Michael is frowning, but you can tell he is slowly starting to understand your dilemma. "Need you," you whine out. A smirk unravels onto his face.

"Oh," he nods in understanding. "This is what had my pretty girl all worked up." You agree desperately, hands roaming his t-shirt covered chest.

His fingers wrap around your thighs, picking you up and setting you on the sink. Within seconds his lips are hungrily fighting yours. They dance, a tango of dangerous lust. His hand comes up to hold your jaw, forcing your mouth open so his tounge can slide into your mouth.

You grunt into the kiss. He pauses, pulling away. "Patience, love." You whimper at that, grinding onto the sink.

You would look back and cringe at that, you were sure, but for now, you were desperate. So utterly desperate for anything. You can feel a pool begin to clog your lacy panties. His fingers wander down, they are snakes that slither their way to your garden of eden. Your breath comes out in panted huffs as the snakes constrict your thighs, squeezing with a pain so lustful.

"Michael." You beg. "Please."

"Well, if you insist." He rolls his eyes, bringing his breath closer to your heat. In seconds, the snakes that were once his hands is now his tongue, twisting and twirling around your aroused clit.

You moan, hips rolling against his face. Your hands are white from gripping the sink. He pulls away lustfully and you whine. "Not enough."

He frowns, wiping his face off. "You really are the prettiest idiot, hm, doll? You really think i'm that cruel as to leave my sweet baby so needy, all alone?"

Your doe-eyes peak up at him, and they shine with words you will not say; "but mike, you would do that."

Michael Jackson was infamous for teasing. It'd be no surprise for him to leave you in the dust once again. But after weeks, almost months, of barely seeing him, you know he needs it just as bad as you do.

His mouth is back on you now, and its twisting and twirling everywhere you need. He sucks on your clit, holding there for a couple seconds. Your voice is resonating through the restroom, and reaches it's peak when he pinches your clit with his long fingers.

It hurts so good, and you whimper once again when he pulls away. He chuckles cruelly, turning you into the sink so you can see your fucked out face. Your pigtail braids with bows, now messily drenched with sweat.

"Mike, hurry." You whine.

"God," he groans, unbuckling his fancy pants. "You're so fucking needy. My little needy girl."

He's shoving inside you in a mere second, no room for preparation. It hurts, his thick and veined cock just being pushed into you; though, you don't wuite mind.

Your pretty eyes roll back. Hes moaning into your ear and it's all too much—not seeing him, being so public, your smeared lipstick from all the smooching.

Pleasure hits you like a wave on the ocean, your toes curling in your pretty little mary-janes, hands white from gripping the sink. You feel your orgasm push over you and he presses your cheek into the mirror, letting you watch how his hips snap vigorously into you.

The raw and slutty sound of him over-stimulating you until he finally releases with a grunt is overpowering.

You spend a couple minutes cleaning up. "So good for me, lady-bug. Good girl." He whispers to you sensually, his big hand cupping your cheek.

The two of you exit, eyes widening as the sight of a line fills your vision. A woman is in front of you, her face pulled back in both anger and digust.

"Get a room!" She mutters. As you two walk away, giggling, she yells again. "And not the restroom!"

You and Michael make eye-contact, giggling once again and continuing on your museum date—though you spend the rest of it limping—.

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[unikhroma]

[updated: 4/20, clarified where you can contact me because whoopsie i forgot + updated TOS link]

do you wanna see your oc or favorite character spin to win? wanna have it as a discord emoji or a stream decoration thing? well look no further!

the price is complexity/size based; so far the average commission has been $12

i can do furries, humans, animals, characters w armor or mechs (it'll be simplified due to 🤏🏼 size), and characters w gore and/or horror elements. so most characters i guess

these will be paid through ko-fi! be sure to read my TOS also! they'll be unwatermarked unlike my regular stuff and sent in both original and larger sizes. if you're interested, send a message here or on toyhouse!

below is a list of credits for the ocs in the ad + how much each example would cost with an explanation for the price so you have an idea of how much a prospective comm would cost

i'm shortening the non-oc character names because i don't want people getting mad at me for this showing up in several character tags due to tumblr's search function working the way it does

first row

spamt - $9 - he is So small.

swa - $12 - decent sprite size + complexity

queen - $12 - decent sprite size + complexity

roux - $9 - v simple design + only two colors

tama - $12 - decent sprite size + complexity

second row

mike - $9 - he is So small.

tenna - $12 - semi-detailed design, but smaller size

host - $15 - detailed design + decent sprite size

(these 3 ocs are owned by @ne0nwithazero)

malnourished swatch neo (@hawkfoolery) - $18 - the strings and large wings combo makes this one complex

third row

emmy (@emmybeebs-art) - $12 - decent sprite size + complexity

dimen - $12 - simple-ish design, but it's challenging to translate a character that's designed to be 2d only into 3d

o' - $18 - big sprite + his arms are weird to interpret in 3d space especially for a turnaround

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

Writers live off validation. If you liked it please like, comment and reblog 💕 thank you for reading 💖

It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself. 

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I  had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program.  So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember. 

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss. 

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere. 

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs. 

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy! 

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter. 

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders. 

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements. 

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back. 

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me. 

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss. 

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously. 

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck. 

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?” 

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!” 

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

 I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already. 

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock. 

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten. 

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” 

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs. 

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

[luvwich]

OC Interview: Vania

[camera template] ❧ tagged by @tarmac-rat — thanks choom! see the adorable interview with their Riley here

Name?

V: Vania Perez. Tiny Mike: Yo. Mike Kowalski. Interviewer: We've run a profile on you already, Tiny. Just getting to know Vania, here. Mike: Well it'll have to be a twofer, because I'm takin' her to dinner in an hour and I ain't just gonna putz around Kabuki the whole time like a fuckin' delivery drone. Interviewer (to V): We'll run this by you before it's published. V: Whatever.

Nickname?

V: Started going by "V" at Arasaka, but I'm looser about it these days. I like my given name. If someone wants to give me a different nickname, they are free to do so. Mike: You tell 'em, hotshot.

Gender?

V: I don't think this is an interesting question.

Star sign?

V: Taurus, though I'm not sure what it means. Mike: Far's I understand, it means she loves dick and gets croissant crumbs all over the bed.

Height?

V: 160cm. Mike: I dunno how to do the centimeters to feet an' inches, but she's definitely lying. Subtract four or ten or somethin'. [Interviewee's height was confirmed to be 159cm --ed.]

Orientation?

V: Big, strong arms and uncomplicated psyches. Mike: Aw, you like my arms?

Nationality/ethnicity?

V: Have a U.K. passport, as much as that's worth these days. My mother's parents were Puerto Rican, and I'm not sure where the sperm came from. Interviewer: You're not close with your father, I take it? V: No, I mean, my mum simply went to a sperm bank. She's old-fashioned like that. But I think she would have used that service that's just cloning plus gene editing if it were legal back then. (glancing at Mike) By the way, d'you know how much that costs? Interviewer: Uh, no.

Favorite fruit?

V: Mum used to acquire a pineapple for my birthday every year, but the last time I had one was at an Arasaka company party. Mike (looking up from a search for BEST PINEAPPLES NIGHT CITY): Wait, did you just say "acquire"? What is this, the Night City Literary Review? Interviewer: I'm from the Watson Weekly Mirror. Mike (muttering, returning to search results): Oh, those fuckin' hacks.

Favorite season?

V: Suppose it's autumn, but there don't seem to be seasons in Night City. Or else there are about forty of them and they are all slight variations on "filthy rain" and "heat stroke."

Favorite flower?

V: I don't think this is an interesting question. Mike: Answer it, sweetie. V: Jasmine, I suppose.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

V: I like black tea with a bit of sugar and some cream. Mike: She likes a lot of cream. V: Are you writing down the things he says too? Interviewer: Yes. V: Do you accept bribes? Look, just give me a call before this runs, please. [Interviewee was unavailable for follow-up questions at the time this piece was published. --ed.]

Average hours of sleep?

V: Back when Arasaka was logging my biometrics and pumping me with all the good drugs, it was a consistent 6.25. I couldn't tell you now, though it's surely not enough. I haven't figured out how to use my new interface to start tracking it. Mike: Psh. Some "hacker." V: I'm trained in network security and combat quickhacking, love. That doesn't mean I know how to navigate neuralink menus or program your VCR.

Dog or cat person?

V: Mm, suppose I identify with cats more, but dogs and dog people are fascinating to me. Where do they find the energy to be like that? Mike: Damnit, gettin' hungry. Gonna run to the store for a snack. You need anything, babe? Tiancha? Locust jerky? Holobites? Foot rub? Anything?

Dream trip?

V: Okay, now that he's gone.. well, I really want to make it back home to London, but that's mostly to see my mother. I don't miss the town all that much. Been fucked for decades. But Mike's got this idea for a camping trip down the coast, and I have to admit I'm intrigued. I mean, it sounds dangerous and frankly a bit filthy, but I've never seen the rest of California, and I've heard it's still quite beautiful in parts.

Favorite fictional character?

V: So Jake, the protagonist of Bushido X, is really quite interesting because— Mike: I'm back. You talkin' bout those frickin' Bushido flicks again? God damn, when's this thing gonna wrap up?

Number of blankets you sleep with?

V: I don't think this is an interesting question and I'm starving.

Fun fact?

V: In physics, a "jiffy" is a unit of time measuring 3 × 10^−24 seconds. Also, we're late to dinner. Mike: Ciao.

[📸 by breezypunk]

tagging @another-corpo-rat @aggravateddurian @fly-amanitaa @leota-nexus if you wanna interview your blorbos (if you did this already and i missed it, drop a link! 💖)

[alienintrees]

Overanalysing a shot from Boring

Sooo at 16:42 in the episode Boring, while the gang are walking to the pub and Madness' House of Fun is playing, there's a nod to Abbey Road with a shot where they walk across a zebra crossing in single file. I'm. I. I just love the Beatles i love them so much i have to talk abt this i just. i don't know if the order was intentional but i can definitely see reasons why would they put them in that order.

So, on the cover of Abbey Road, the order goes George, Paul, Ringo, John and in the episode, the order is Neil, Rik, Mike, Vyvyan

first of all, Vyvyan and John- Both are arguably the most recognisable member of their group, have the best fashion sense (imo) and are very aggressive in their actions and sense of humour.

Mike and Ringo- both are the shortest and oldest member of their group.

Rik and Paul- I'd argue are the 2nd most recognisable members of their group. Liked to think they're the leader of their group. Both are vegetarians. I can't really think of that many similarities between them. other than those, they're quite different. Paul's definitely a lot nicer than Rik. Also little visual detail that I like was included, Rik's holding a cigarette, which Paul also was on the album cover.

Neil and George - Both showed interest in Hinduism and both played guitar. I think both are wearing flares? both tend to get ignored a lot. With Neil, it's more malicious but with George I think it's just that people tend to focus on John and Paul's music more.

Also at the start of Sick, they reference Twist and Shout which is v cool. The order is different in that episode, and I don't think there's a link to the corresponding Beatles' personalities in that other than maybe Paul and Neil.

edit: also!! didn't notice this at first but their arms are all in pretty similar places to the corresponding Beatles. v cool.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Making a mess of Mikey

Masterlist

A/N: I once vowed I would never write this. I swore I couldn't see sub!Mikey, and I didn't like him. And then this happened. I'm giving special credit to @geralts-yenn for making me think about cheering a very sad Mikey up, and then @ellethespaceunicorn for being awesome and having a whole ass conversation with me about turning this sweet boy into a whimpering little mess and... Somehow we got to this point, where we're... pegging Mike. I guess. As a process, it doesn't really make sense to me, either, but have some smuts.

Pairing: bi!sub!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader x Black!ofc (Aneesa)

Summary: Mike is a little down in the dumps after a breakup, and you and your girlfriend try something to cheer him up that turns into a fun experiment.

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI. Light sub/Domme dynamic (s/D/D, mayhaps), fingering (m receiving), oral (m and f receiving), p-in-v sex, pegging (so: anal penetration, m receiving), creampie eating, very light spanking, dirty talk, some nicknames (baby, good boy, slut, whore, stuff like that), implied-ish praise kink, handcuffs, degradation kink.

I think I got them all. HMU if I missed any!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @keanureevesisbae @fvckinghenrycavill @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

You’ve never seen him like this. Sure, he’s been knocked on his ass by a breakup before, but he usually solves that by knocking back a few beers. And some shots. And some more shots. And finally some drunk hook-up as a rebound. There have been guys. Because he’s Mike, and he isn’t picky. But this... You’ve never seen this... He’s in bed – at least half naked – and he’s not moving, his phone is blasting what '10 things I hate about you’ so eloquently described as ‘angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion’, and he doesn’t respond to whatever you throw at him.

“Well, he’s a goner,” your girlfriend Aneesa concludes after poking at his shoulder for a bit and getting no reaction. “Hey, Mikey, psst!” Waving a hand in front of him doesn’t work, either.

“I know something that might get his attention,” you purr into her ear. A wide grin appears on her face, and you can tell she’s thinking what you’re thinking. You both crawl onto his bed – which still doesn’t get you any kind of reaction – and lean in to kiss each other.

Let the records show that Mike has never asked you for this. Ever. And that’s precisely why this feels more than just fine. This. Sitting on your knees on Mikey’s bed. Holding Aneesa as close as possible. Kissing each other softly, still hoping to pique Mike’s interest enough to get any kind of reaction out of him.

“This is not fair,” Mike groans. He has moved into a slightly curled up position, giving you a little more space to move.

“Hey, he’s alive!” your girlfriend says as she drops down on the bed next to him, leaving you sitting at the foot of the bed on your own. “Anything we can do to make you feel better?”

“You were managing just fine,” Mike says as he smiles apologetically. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mikey,” you chuckle as you drop yourself on top of him. “We were doing that on purpose.”

“Why does it turn guys on so much to watch two girls make out?” Aneesa wonders out loud.

Mike laughs. “Making out is hot? If you’d been guys, I would have asked to join you.”

“But not us?” you tease as you stroke a stray curl out of Mike’s face.

“I mean...” he stammers, “you’re both very attractive. Smart. Funny. Good friends. I love you guys to bits... I’d be lying if I said it had never crossed my mind...”

“So, we’re here now,” she continues your teasing, “what’s the holdup?”

“I, eh... I’ve never...”

“Had a threesome before?” you suggest.

Now, Mike laughs louder. “Not with two chicks, no.” It’s not entirely the answer you expected, but it’s not surprising, either.

“So...” Neese starts, wiggling closer to Mike. She’s curious, you can tell. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in.

“I ended up in an all-guys thing once, that was nice,” he says casually, “and me and my first college roommate double-teamed his girlfriend a few times in freshman year. Also very nice.”

“But never this, huh?” she asks as you move up to softly kiss Mikey’s neck and ear.

“Are you asking me if this is the first time your girl sticks her tongue in my ear? Because in that case: nope,” he laughs. “Well... I mean, last time she did it she wasn’t your girl yet, but...”

“The two of you slept together?” she says – her surprise is mostly aimed at you.

“I told you. Mikey and I are very close,” you say as you shrug. You never really considered it a big deal. “So, gonna let us take care of you?”

He turns to Aneesa. “Are you into this?”

“Like I wouldn’t’ve dragged her ass out of this bed if I wasn’t,” she answers. You smile, knowing she wouldn’t have agreed to make out with you in the first place if she hadn’t been just as okay taking things further. When she first met him, the words she used to describe him afterwards were something along the lines of ‘girl, he is fine as fuck’, and you have to agree. He’s a very good looking guy, and a good friend. And he punches those dudes who offer to buy you drinks if you make out with Neese in front of them. Yes, that’s happened. More than once.

“Mikey...” you say as you run a hand down his side, pushing the blanket down as you go, until it’s resting dangerously low on his hip, “are you naked?”

“Yep,” he smirks, “you two need to get with the program.” Fine, if he wants you out of your clothes... You reach for Aneesa, pulling her along as you get back on your knees at the foot of the bed.

“No!” Mikey whines. “Don’t leave me. I wanna help!” He scrambles to his knees too, the covers falling away. He wasn’t kidding; he is completely naked. And completely gorgeous. You watch Aneesa as she takes him in. She likes what she sees, for sure.

“Nice dick,” she comments dryly.

He responds with a grin. “Thanks, it’s really starved for attention right now.” He’s so cute when he sounds hopeful...

“How about you sit back and do something about that while we take our clothes off and make it look pretty for you?” you offer, but to your surprise, he shakes his head.

“I’m not going to sit back while you unpack a pair of brand new tiddies for me.” When Mike smiles, the world always seems a little brighter, and a little sillier. “Let me help.” One eager hand reaches for Aneesa, another for you, and he pulls you both closer to him effortlessly. You and Neese look at each other, a devious glint in your eyes telling you exactly what it is you’re going to do next.  

You both make quick work of your shirts, and Mike’s eyes go wide.

“Ooh, pretty bra.” The grin on his face is so completely stupid that you can barely stop yourself from laughing. “Ooh, no bra...” He keeps looking, moving back and forth between you and Aneesa, but he doesn’t make any other moves.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you tease lightly.

“Eh... The logistics... Four boobies, two hands, one mouth. The math doesn’t work,” he laughs. Fuck, he’s so cute... You see Aneesa laugh, too, before she pulls him in.

“Come here, baby,” she chuckles before kissing him. For a few blissful minutes, you get to enjoy watching Mikey make out with your girl. It’s hot, so insanely hot to watch them, tongues tangling, mouths sliding, teeth biting into soft, plump lips. Your hand moves between your legs as if by magic, fingers tightly circling your clit while mentally urging Mike to keep going as his face makes its way down towards Aneesa’s chest. You moan as watch him eagerly sucking and nibbling on her nipples. Her boobs look smaller in his hands than they do in yours, but there’s plenty to hold on to nonetheless.

“Fuck, these tiddies are perfect,” Mike moans against Aneesa’s skin. “All of you is perfect. Hell, both of you are.” You hear the need in his voice and decide to pay a little attention to his cock. It’s big, thick, hard and the tip is an angry red that proves what Mike said about it being starved for attention hadn’t been a complete lie.

“Mike, get on your back,” you blurt out, barely able to keep yourself from reaching out to grab his dick.

“Okay,” he replies immediately, leaving Aneesa alone and doing as you told him. You let your eyes wander over his body. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous. It’s the earring in his left ear, and the small tattoo of an upside down cross you know he has behind his right, the nipple piercings, the fact that he has an R tattooed on his right hand and an L on his left... You absentmindedly stroke the tiny patch of black ink on his left hipbone. The letters are small, the lines are clean, the contrast of the ink against his skin is big enough to be able to tell there’s something there from a distance, but you can only read it up close: ‘slut’. It’s a good tattoo, despite what it says. Maybe because of what it says... He got it done on a dare years ago, and at first you were genuinely surprised he never got it covered up, but he swears it’s his favorite.

“Hmm, I like that,” Aneesa moans as she looks at the same place you have your eyes on, “you are a dirty little slut, aintcha, baby?” The way he smirks and eagerly nods in response to her question makes your pussy throb.

“I’m pretty sure we can do whatever we want with him,” you say coyly as you nod towards the restraints that are attached to the bars of the headboard.

“You want to tie him up?” Neese catches on to your little game and excitedly bites her lip. She doesn’t get to play this part often, because it’s yours, but she does have a certain aptitude for it. “But he’s being such a good boy.”

And like a good boy, he doesn’t complain when you fasten the wide leather cuffs around his wrists. In fact, he seems perfectly content shackled to his bed while four curious hands explore his body. Soon, it’s not just hands, but your lips that are all over him, too, until he’s squirming and moaning, begging you for more.

You’re the first to lick the length of his cock, and Aneesa repeats your move – a game you continue until you end up practically making out with her, except the tip of Mikey’s cock is caught in the middle of the action. Every time Mike looks down at the two of you, he whines softly, letting you know he’s enjoying the view. A lot.

“Hey babe, have you ever wondered what happens when you stick a finger up a guy’s ass?” you ask, watching Mike’s face closely as you say the words.

“Not really,” Aneesa says with a gentle chuckle to her voice.

“Well, the ones who like it look something like that.” You nod towards Mike, and she turns her head with a big smile on her face, paying close attention to the way his expression changes as you slowly and gently push your finger past the tight ring of muscle. “God, I wish I’d brought my strap.”

“By all means,” Mike moans, “use mine.”

You nod towards Mike’s bedside table and instruct Aneesa to grab you some lube. Mike immediately adds that she should feel free to grab whatever else she would like to play with. That comment doesn’t prepare her in the least for the contents of that nightstand – and you know that doesn’t even contain Mikey’s entire toy collection, which is quite extensive. It all started with a satiny blindfold as a gag gift from his friends – at the time – for his seventeenth birthday. Now, not even ten years later, he pretty much owns the contents of a whole sex shop.

After some final instructions – because you casually forgot that Mike owns more different kinds of lube than most people do toys in general – Aneesa tosses you the right bottle. Mike moves around impatiently, pulling his knees up a little to give you more space and easier access. He bites his lip in anticipation, big blue eyes begging you for more. Who can say no to that face? Not you, that’s for sure. At the same time, Neese is still digging through the contents of the drawers in search of something that piques her interest. You are so preoccupied with Mike’s face that you miss the point where she finds something that does seem interesting to her, so it takes a while before you notice what she’s holding.

“Curious?” Mike asks her suddenly, startling her so much she drops the box. You get back at him a little by pulling your finger out again, and smile as you watch him whine softly. He looks so sad you almost feel guilty, but you also know he will get everything he wants in just a short moment. You pour some lube on your fingers and continue your work, making sure to coat your fingers in the slippery substance before you slide one back into his now slick little hole, holding your other hand out to retrieve the set of butt plugs from Aneesa. Stainless steel, with a crystal base. His philosophy: if you’re at the point where you’re sticking stuff up your ass, you’re way past low-key, anyway.

“What happened to my Valentine’s gift, baby?” you coo as you pump your finger into him, making him moan softly.

“I still have it,” he replies, “still love it. It’s comfy.” The gift in question is a silicone plug with a heart-shaped base that reads ‘fuck me’, that you got him one year when you were hooking up on the regular. For whatever reason, you’re very happy he still uses it… A few absentminded strokes past Mikey’s prostate make him moan so deliciously that you lose your train of thought.

“More,” he whimpers. God, he sounds cute, but if he doesn’t mind his manners… A swift spank on his ass takes care of that. Fuck, he’s cute when he cries out, too…

“I’m sorry. Please give me more, please!” A second finger slips in almost as easily as the first, and when you don’t wait too long to add a third, Mike smiles and lets out a deep sigh. Aneesa is still sitting on her knees next to the bed, watching you, and more importantly: watching Mike as he slowly melts into a puddle of desperate need in your hands.

“Babe? Neese, you okay?” you check in. It doesn’t look like she has a problem with the scene in front of her – quite the opposite, in fact – but it never hurts to confirm those suspicions.

“Yeah,” she answers, seemingly breathless, “he’s so beautiful.” She tentatively reaches out a hand, gently scrapes her fingernails over the skin of his side. It makes him hiss and squirm, and then moan because you still have your fingers inside of him. His cock moves on his stomach as he writhes, spreading out the precum he’s been leaking since you started fingering him.

“Safeword is ‘turkey’,” Mike groans while he looks at Aneesa, “now, please, touch me.” That’s plenty to motivate her to crawl onto the bed again. She lies down next to him, and gently strokes his hair. Mikey immediately leans into her touch, and just from watching that one moment, you can tell she’s about to drive him completely nuts. If she has the confidence to…

“Such a pretty boy,” she purrs. So she does have the confidence. That discovery drives you more than just a little insane with joy. You choke back an almost sadistic chuckle when you watch Mike’s reaction to her voice. “And such a good boy, too. Taking her fingers like that, doing so well for us.” While she talks to him, Mike looks up to you with pleading eyes. You know exactly what they mean.

“He’s close, babe, he wants to cum. Should we let him?” The look he gives you intensifies, Neese sees it too.

“Oh, poor, desperate, needy baby!” Aneesa coos as she drags her fingers up and down his chest, occasionally running a fingernail over Mike’s pierced nipples just to watch him squirm and hear him moan. “He’s being such a perfect little slut though. I think we should let him.” It only takes a few more strokes of your fingers to pull him over the edge. Aneesa’s eyes are on Mike, watching him closely as it happens, but yours are on her. She’s still talking to him, stroking the side of his face, taking care of him while he turns into a whimpering little mess in her arms. You relish the sound he makes when you pull your fingers back and replace them with a plug.

“How’s that feel, baby?” you ask him, finding your answer in the look of utter bliss on his face. You’d like some verbal confirmation, though.

“Full,” he says as a lazy grin spreads across his face. You chuckle at his answer.

“Good,” you say, “I need that slutty little hole wide open…” It’s immediately obvious from the look on his face that he knows you plan on taking him up on that offer to use his strap-on, but as difficult as you find it to resist the anticipation in his eyes, you want to use him in a slightly different way, first. Before you can do that, however, you have to give the guy a minute to catch his breath, so you lie down next to him and snuggle into his side while he takes a break. On his other side, Aneesa does the same thing.

There’s a few minutes of peace, before Mike gets restless between the two of you, and his squirming makes you just as impatient. Soon, fingers and mouths are all over his body again.

“God, I want to sit on this gorgeous dick,” Aneesa sighs as she gives it a few lazy strokes.

“Next round, okay?” You wink at her, and she seems to understand perfectly that you have a little bit of a plan.

“You can sit on this gorgeous face, if you want?” Mikey says. His signature stupid grin widens even further when Neese moves to grant him his wish. In the meantime, you straddle his hips and use a hand to line his cock up with your soaking wet pussy. You know he’s clean. He texted you the results of his latest test not even four days ago – an hour or so before the screenshot of the break-up text.

The sounds Mikey makes while you slowly lower yourself onto his cock are absolutely delicious, especially once he gets his mouth on Aneesa’s pussy. This is fun. You get to make out with her while she rides his face and you bounce on his cock, and her fingers work your clit until you’re cumming all over Mike’s dick.

“Good boy, Mikey,” you moan, “now make her cum like that and I’ll give you what you want, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?” Of course, he can’t answer you – not with words, anyway – but judging from the sounds that spill from Aneesa’s throat, he’s getting close to doing as you told him.

“Keep him busy, babe,” you tell Neese as you climb off Mike and pull his harness out of the nightstand. You know it well, and it’s a bit of a bitch to put on, so you’re glad Mikey is nice and distracted, because he tends to become very annoying very quickly when he doesn’t have anything to keep him occupied while you wrangle the straps. You venture into the drawers again, rummaging around until you pull out Mikey’s favorite dildo. It’s neon pink, and was – once again – meant as a gag gift from friends who continuously underestimate Mikey’s ability to put his own pleasure before any embarrassment.

Even though you’re all set, you spend some time watching Mike and Aneesa, who seem to be having a great time giving each other head. If the blowjob she’s giving him is only half as sloppy as it sounds, you know he’s in absolute heaven right now. He likes ‘em wet.

“If you finish him off, I don’t think you’re getting any dick today, babe,” you chuckle, making Aneesa look up. She’s not happy about it, as she is clearly having a lot of fun sucking Mike off while he still eats her pussy like a man starved, but she does stop – much to Mike’s dissatisfaction, which, although suppressed by the fact that there’s still someone sitting on his face, is very evident.

His whining becomes louder when she moves to lie down next to him again. “You’re mean,” he says as he makes a face at Aneesa.

“Oh, babe, look at him,” she says to you, ignoring Mike and his puppy-eyes completely, “such a pathetic little whore.” He squeals when she pinches one of his nipples. You decide to give him a few quick smacks on his ass for good measure.

“Hey!” he whines, frowning at you. He’s good at that. A little too good, maybe. “I didn’t deserve that.”

“Did you like it?” you ask point-blank, raising an eyebrow while giving him a stern look. His little hint of an attitude disappears immediately, and you notice his resignation in his whole body, which relaxes completely.

“Yes,” he reluctantly admits before closing his eyes and gasping as you slowly pull the butt plug out of him and toss it somewhere on the bed. Aneesa takes her time watching you as you cover your strap with lube, then Mikey, who’s biting his lip and trembling slightly.

“Are you alright, Mikey?” she asks him. You’re grateful for her checking in on him, he doesn’t seem to see the need.

“Do you hear me say ‘turkey’?” he asks. You both roll your eyes at him and shake your heads.

“Baby, if something’s wrong, we’d like to do something about that before we get to ‘turkey’,” she throws back at him.

“Alright, alright, I know,” he laughs. “I am one hundred percent absolutely a-okay, now please, please, please…” You don’t wait for him to finish begging and gently start pushing the tip of your strap against his waiting hole. “Yeah, that,” he grunts. You’re careful with him, despite knowing he’s used to this, because that’s obviously what you do when you’re trying to shove seven inches of pink silicone up someone’s ass, no matter how many times it’s been done before. But God, you want to rail him hard. In a minute, you remind yourself. You’ll get to do that in a minute.

“Shit, that looks good!” Aneesa has moved onto her knees to get a closer look at what you’re doing. She’s clearly intrigued by the sight of the bright pink toy disappearing into Mikey’s body. It’s a shame he won’t be able to take any more after this – you know him by now, and you’re plenty familiar with your own lack of self-restraint as well. But who knows… Maybe next time?

She kisses you while gently stroking Mike’s cock when you’re finally completely inside of him, and you wait, giving Mike the opportunity to get used to the size of the toy – an opportunity he doesn’t necessarily need, but the waiting makes him impatient, and the sounds he makes when he’s impatient are adorable. So you torture him a little. Because you deserve it, and it’s so worth it. Next to you, Aneesa sighs appreciatively as she turns her head back to Mikey.

“He’s such a beautiful mess,” she whispers. Normally, he’d be able to hear it, too, but he’s far too preoccupied with what’s going on with his body to notice much of his surroundings. She’s right, he is absolutely gorgeous, especially looking as fucked out and spent as he does right now, with eyes that still beg for more each time they lock on yours. Slowly, you begin to shift your position so that Mike’s legs are on your shoulders, and his ass is on your thighs, and check if you can move like that. It seems to work just fine. You nod towards Aneesa, who understands you immediately and moves to straddle his thighs.

It’s tricky to get it right, but once you do, and she sinks down onto his cock, Mike’s eyes widen once, then close, and you just know they won’t open again for a long time. Soon enough, your thrusts fall into the same rhythm as Aneesa’s, and Mike’s moans and whines follow closely. Aneesa keeps talking to him the whole time, her praise coloring Mike’s cheeks as red as his lip is from his constant biting. Whatever answers he gives her come out in a cacophony of mumbling, growling, stammering, and whimpering – barely intelligible and drenched with the sound of pure ecstasy.

“Untie me, please,” you hear after a while. It’s a question filled with a desperate wish. Aneesa hears it too, and is more than happy to oblige. As soon as his hands are free, he wraps them around her, one tangling in her dark curls, the other resting on her back, where you reach for it and gently stroke him from his wrist to the tip of his index finger. He reacts to your touch by tangling his fingers with yours, and moving his other hand to Aneesa’s hip, guiding her through a final few thrusts until he finishes inside of her.

When she climbs off of him and wants to get out of bed to head to the bathroom, he stops her. A cheeky smile appears on your – and Mikey’s – face when you realize what he’s asking for.

“Come here,” he says, “and this time, you sit on my face. You don’t hover. Sit.” His grin is impossible. You pull out of him so they can find the right position, and you hurry to get out of the harness so you can find a nice place to watch Mike eat his cum out of your girlfriend’s pussy. It’s hotter than hell to see, and the sounds they’re both making – mixed with your own – are the perfect soundtrack for an amazing orgasm. Now you’re the squirming, trembling mess, sprawled out at the foot of the bed, while Mike gently nudges you with his feet, stroking your legs and just letting you know he’s there for you. It’s a much appreciated gesture that you gladly return.

You’re spent, all three of you, curled up in the most comfortable pile you were able to construct out of your tired and heavy bodies. As much as you want to think of something more pertinent or useful, you can’t seem to tear your eyes off of Aneesa’s arm, draped over Mike’s… whatever limb it is you’re looking at, you’re not quite sure anymore. The contrast between his pale and her dark skin is nice, as is everything else about the situation you find yourself in. Slowly, your eyes grow heavy, and you allow them to fall shut, surrounded by coziness and affection, saving your questions for later as you drift off to sleep.

[wrestlingwiththoughts]

The Skyscrapers vs. The Ding Dongs (NWA Pro, July 18, 1989)

The Skyscrapers vs. Avalanch & Mike Blackwell (NWA World Wide Wrestling, August 5, 1989)

“Psycho” Sid Vicious vs. Lee Scott (NWA Main Event, August 15, 1989)

My reflexive answer to the question “What is your favorite match of all time” is KENTA vs. Bryan Danielson for the ROH World Championship from ROH Glory By Honor V Night 2 because it was 1) an incredible match 2) featuring Bryan Danielson, my favorite wrestler of all time 3) that was lucky to have seen live. Competitive epic matches like KENTA vs. Danielson are ideal combinations of athleticism and emotion that use physicality to heighten the drama that is only possible in professional wrestling.

Sometimes, however, you just need to see glistening and statuesque giants destroy the mortal men who, out of a desperate need for a quick check or simple hubris, try to measure their arms vis a vis their ability to box with God.

On this occasion, we revisit these three remarkable jobber matches to memorialize Sid Eudy, aka Sycho Sid, Sid Justice, Sid Vicious, and simply Sid. RD Reynolds wrote about both these tag matches for WrestleCrap’s Squash of the Week column, and they summed it up nicely in the review of the Skyscrapers vs. the Ding Dongs: “The match consisted of a few forearms, a kick, and only two more moves. Unfortunately for Ding and Dong, they would be these two moves: [gifs of a rough Spivey falling powerbomb and an even rougher Sid powerbomb].”

Sid worked best in these quick squashes that accentuated how larger than life he was. I am not interested in seeing Sid play at showing vulnerability. His power and presence are intense, and prolonged exposure is not ideal for him or us. Sid had IT, that ineffable quality that made him remarkable.

Similar to how the Kelvin and Rankine temperature scales are defined by a particle’s motion relative to absolute zero, Sid’s mightiness can only be defined relative to the poor schlub who’s jobbing for him that night. So, kudos to Lee Scott, who made Sid look like an impossible challenge, the Ding Dongs, who made Sid and Dan Spivey look vicious and dangerous, and poor Mike Blackwell, who made Sid and Spivey look minacious and hazardous to their opponents’ health.

[michaelsfavgirl]

innocence

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Synopsis: Wanting the best for his angel, Michael takes you to your dream vacation place and makes your first time unforgettable, more special than you could have imagined.

Tags: smut, virginity loss, teasing, dom!michael, sub!reader, fingering, oral (fem receiving), hand job, p in v, creampie, implied age gap, praise kink, bit of spit kink, mike's huge cock (yes, it needs it's own warning).

Word Count: 7.7k

Requested: yes/no

Author’s Note: I won't write a part two to any other one-shot, however, when it comes to this one would you be interested in this becoming a little series where Michael teaches virgin!reader (well not anymore lol) how to ride him, give him a blowie etc.?

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After a while of lounging on the daybed next to the pool and conversing it gets dark, and your impatience is palpable. You playfully boop Michael's arm, looking up at him with wide, pleading doe eyes. Your eagerness is obvious, but Michael can't resist teasing you a little, acting as if he's oblivious to your earlier conversation.

He blinks innocently, tilting his head in mock confusion. "What's got you so worked up, little one?" he asks, a playful twinkle in his eyes. He knows exactly what you're thinking but can't resist teasing you.

Your cheeks heat up out of a mixture of frustration and anticipation. You lean closer to him. "You know exactly what I'm talking about," you whisper, not wanting to explicitly say what you're yearning for.

Michael's lips curl into a knowing smile. "Do I, now?" he says, his voice velvety and indulgent.

You huff in mock annoyance, your fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm. "Yes, you do," you reply, your yearning gaze meeting his. "You promised, remember?"

His smile deepens, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "ooh” he says, his tone full of faux realization. "You mean... that promise."

You can't help but giggle, your exasperation melting into a softer expression. You playfully swat his arm. "Don't tease me like that," you chide, your voice a gentle plea.

Before he can say something witty, the rain begins to fall gently. Your playful annoyance is momentarily forgotten as Michael swiftly sweeps you off your feet, cradling you in his strong arms. You let out a surprised squeal, your heart racing as he carries you effortlessly into your bedroom, the floor-to-ceiling windows revealing a breathtaking view of the now gloomy weather.

With careful tenderness, he sets you down on the plush bed. The rain outside has grown more insistent, the rhythmic patter against the window creating a comforting atmosphere. Michael's forehead rests against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours as he looks into your eyes, his gaze sincere and searching.

"Are you sure, baby?" he asks softly, his tone tender and full of concern. "This is a big step, I want you to be absolutely certain."

His willingness to wait and his insistence on your comfort have only solidified your trust in him. You reach up to gently cup his cheeks. "Michael," you say, your voice steady despite the fluttering of your heart, "I've thought about this a lot, and I want it. I want it with you."

A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips, his eyes softening with emotion. He brings his hand to cover yours on his cheek, a gesture of connection and reassurance. "Thank you, sweet girl. I promise I'll make this special." With a gentle, lingering kiss, Michael seals your agreement, his lips warm against yours.

Moving to sit on the bed, he settles you onto his lap, your bodies fitting together perfectly. Your playful squeal brings a fond smile to his lips. Kissing your neck, his lips brush against your sensitive skin, leaving short sweet kisses all over. In response, your breathy sigh sends a shiver down his spine.

His fingers trail along your hips, fingertips gently tracing the contours of your body. As he nibbles and sucks on your neck, he feels your body respond, your breathing growing more ragged with every kiss.

"Can I give you a little mark, baby?" he whispers against your skin. You look at him with wide, innocent eyes, needily nodding.

He presses his lips to your neck again, this time with a bit more fervor, gently licking and sucking on your neck, leaving a small purple mark behind. Your whimpers are more pronounced now, overwhelmed by new sensations.

As he pulls away, you whine and ask for another one, temporarily losing your shyness. "Another one?" he murmurs, his lips trailing lower along your neck. You whimper softly, your body leaning into his touch as if craving more. With a smirk, he complies, suckling another mark on your delicate skin, his fingers digging slightly into your hips as he does it.

Not feeling satiated enough, you ask for more, wanting to revel in this new feeling that's making you feel aroused. He hesitates for a moment, his arousal evident in the darkening gaze he fixes upon you. "Sweetheart, if I do another one, your neck will be all purple," he warns in an amusing tone.

But your eagerness is apparent as you beg for just one more, using your best puppy dog eyes to win him over. He groans softly, unable to say no to his precious girl.

"Alright," he relents, his voice a husky whisper. "One more, but then we'll have to stop." And so, with a final lingering nibble on your heated skin, he leaves one more hickey on your neck.

Laying you down on the bed gently, he looks into your eyes with a softness that makes you feel tingly. His voice takes on a playful, tender quality as he whispers, "Can I kiss you all over, sweet girl?"

You nod your head and suck in a breath when he bends down slightly and kisses his way from your collarbone to your chest. He presses tender kisses to your soft breasts through the fabric of your bikini. Sliding his warm hands up your body, he cups one of your tender breasts, making you gasp. He smirks at your reaction and moves lower, his lips finding your tummy, pressing wet kisses on your skin while gently fondling your breasts. 

He grabs your thighs and boldly spreads your legs. He looks up at you, checking if you're okay with what he's doing. You nod eagerly to urge him to continue. He smiles and presses kisses to the soft skin of your inner thighs, his breath warm against your sensitive flesh. You look up at the ceiling, feeling too shy to make eye contact with him.

As his lips leave a trail of small love marks across your thighs, he teasingly retreats and sits back down on his heels, which brings you out of your trance. Your whine of protest is met with a playful chuckle from him. He gently hushes you, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not stopping, I just want you to be absolutely ready."

His fingers trail along your cheek as he continues, "I won't do anything unless you're dripping wet and aching for me. Your pleasure and comfort come first, always." Ugh, he’s so damn perfect it makes you want to scream.

Looking down, he traces the outline of your soaked bikini bottoms with a teasing smirk, feeling the damp fabric cling to your pussy. “Please…” you say breathlessly. He groans under his breath, finding it difficult to resist you. His fingers dance along the edge of the bikini curiously. And then he finally slips his hand underneath, feeling how hot your skin is.

He lets his long fingers graze over your slick folds, feeling how puffy and swollen they've gotten from need. His touch elicits a broken gasp from you. Feeling desires take over, you clench your little hole around nothing, desperately wanting him to slip his fingers into you and make you feel good. The wet squelching sound of your pussy makes his cock twitch in his shorts.

He can see the desperation in your eyes. But he is determined to prolong the delicious torment, to ensure that every moment is etched into your memories.

"Patience, my love," he murmurs against your ear, his voice a low, seductive whisper. You buck your hips, the tingling sensation between your legs making it unbearable to wait any longer.

He slowly removes your bikini top, big, strong hands peeling it off your warm body. You stare at his every movement, mesmerized by how confident he seems. He exposes your tits, and the sight of them makes his breath catch in his throat.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers.

He doesn't give you time to react as he wraps his lips around one nipple, gently sucking while his other hand kneads your other breast. He worships them, his lips and tongue lavishing attention on your sensitive flesh, his fingers and mouth lightly pinching and teasing your nipples until they stand erect. You moan, never having been touched like this.

“Can I?” he asks as he tugs on your bikini bottom.

“Yeah,” that's all you manage to say before laying your head further on the pillow, feeling your cheeks heat up.

He lays down on his stomach and takes off your bottoms. The sight of your wet, puffy pussy makes his heart race. Fuck, you’ve got the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. He spreads your legs wider, his gaze drawn to how your slippery clit and small hole are visible between your soft folds.

He revels in the scent of your arousal. You feel so vulnerable as his fingers gently spread your swollen folds apart, revealing more of your cunt. Your small, tight entrance seems to beckon him. It’s so small he can barely see it; how is he going to fit his meaty cock in you?

You whimper meekly as he keeps staring at your glossy cunt, your wetness dripping down your slit. Finally sure that you truly want this, he gives your sensitive, untouched clit slow kitten licks, eliciting a sweet moan from you. But as he envelops your clit in his lips, sucking and licking your nub, your sounds become more explicit. Happy that your pussy is getting some much-needed attention.

Michael detaches his lips from your clit and replaces it with his thumb. He circles your virgin hole with his warm tongue, teasing you. You whine from desperation, pushing your hips towards his mouth. He pinches your inner thigh as a warning; he's the one in control, don’t be greedy. He slowly slides his tongue into your tight hole. As your slick touches his taste buds, he groans into your pussy, already addicted to your taste, so sweet and mouthwatering.

Good luck trying to stop him from eating you out every chance he gets, from now on.

His own hunger grows with each taste of you, his tongue becoming bolder as he explores the depths of your wet walls. The sensation of your tight hole squeezing around his tongue drives him wild, along with how your slick covers his lower face.

You whine as he pulls away from you. But before you can complain, he brings two of his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them slowly. His eyes focus on yours as you notice a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, taking in your appearance—half-lidded eyes, lips parted, breathing heavily. He wishes he could freeze this moment.

Taking his now spit-covered fingers, he places them at your entrance. “Gonna ease my way in, baby, okay?” you nod enthusiastically.

Slowly, he pushes his fingers into your tight hole, feeling your walls stretch around them. You whimper as you try to get used to the foreign feeling. “You’re doing so well, little one,” he reassures you, wanting you to feel as comfortable as possible. He starts to steadily pump his fingers into your drooling hole, your essence making everything more slippery. You try to suppress your moans, but the way he so deliciously scissors his long fingers into you for the first time doesn't make it so easy.

A seductive smile graces his lips as he looks up at your blissed-out state, his fingers continuing their relentless rhythm inside you. The lewd, dirty words he keeps whispering seem to fuel your desire. You feel like you might cry from how good it feels already.

After a bit, with your consent of course, he adds a third finger, making your breath hitch and heart beat faster, if that's even possible at this point. And then, he carefully adds a fourth finger, feeling your tightness stretch around him. You try to close your legs from the slight burning sensation, but his other hand keeps them pried open.

“I know it hurts a little, but I need to make sure that you’ll be able to take my cock, okay sweetheart?” he asks in that gentle voice that always makes you melt.

As he keeps sliding his fingers inside you he knows he needs to do something to ease the tension, so he gets closer to your drenched pussy and wraps his lips around your clit once more, sucking on your button while simultaneously stimulating your hole. You keep bucking your hips, trying to chase the high that's so near. 

Michael can also tell so he speeds up his movements, wanting nothing more than to see his girl in the throes of pleasure. “Are you close sweetheart?” he muffles against your swollen folds, not wanting to stop his ministrations even for a second. Not even having enough strength to nod, you simply whine and clench around his fingers. 

He keeps the pace steady as he watches you throw your head back and shamelessly gush on his fingers, filthy sounds leaving your innocent mouth. You look so angelic, breathing uneven, nipples erect, it takes everything in him not to make you cum immediately again, but he knows you need a minute to catch your breath. 

He slowly pulls his fingers out from your quivering entrance, he marvels at the sight of his fingers glistening with your cum. He brings his fingers to his lips, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and he sensually licks your creamy wetness from his fingers, savoring the taste of you.

Your cheeks flush with a deep shade of red, unable to say anything, your innocent gaze meeting his intense one. He can see a mixture of embarrassment and arousal in your eyes. He continues to suck on his fingers, his tongue swirling over the remnants of your wetness.

He slowly withdraws his fingers from his mouth. With a playful glint in his eyes, he kisses your lips tenderly. He can feel your surprise as your own taste meets your lips, and he can't help but chuckle softly at your reaction.

Your cute squeal and the way you pull away only add to his amusement. "Mmm, you taste so good," he murmurs in a husky voice, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "I could barely bring myself to stop. But I wanted to save some for later." His words are infused with a teasing tone, his lips brushing against yours in a light, affectionate kiss.

Michael tries to kiss you again, but he can feel your shyness as you move your head, avoiding his attempt. Your innocence is endearing to him, and he understands your hesitations. But he also knows that a little teasing could go a long way in pushing your boundaries.

As he slides his fingers back into your tightness, your gasp of surprise only fuels his desire. He thrusts his fingers gently a few times, watching your reaction closely. Then, as he withdraws them and presents them to your lips, he can't help but let out a low groan at the sight of your blushing.

"Come on, little one," he teases, his voice low and husky. "I promise it's not as naughty as you think. Just a little taste," he adds with a smirk, "Or I might just have to be a little greedy and have it all for myself."

He watches as your blush deepens, your gaze meeting his. When you slightly open your mouth, he slides his fingers in, his own breath catching at the sight of your lips wrapping around his fingers. The sensation of you sucking on his fingers sends a jolt of desire through him, and he can't help but let out a soft moan.

"Good girl," he praises gently, his fingers moving in your mouth with a controlled rhythm. "You're a fast learner, aren't you? Sucking so eagerly..." His words are laden with innuendo. He continues the teasing motion for a moment longer before finally withdrawing his fingers, a satisfied grin on his lips.

Straightening up, he positions himself between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs as he watches your reactions closely. All this makes you feel needy again, and he can see the frustration building up within you as you impatiently buck your hips against nothing, your desire evident in your every movement.

He can't resist teasing you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "What is it that you want, sweet girl?" he asks, his voice velvety. "Tell me."

“Need you,” you mewl quietly.

“Need what, baby?” he taunts. He wants you to say it.

“Need…need your cock,” you whisper, your shyness coming back.

"You need my cock, hmm?" he murmurs, satisfied with your answer.

His hands trail up your inner thighs, fingers gently grazing over your soft skin before kneading the warm flesh. He has been thoroughly enjoying the time he’s spent teasing you, watching you squirm and whimper under his touch. As he continues, he can't help but notice how your slick is creating a damp spot on the sheets beneath you.

Seeing your eagerness, he decides to give you a small taste of what you crave. He smirks down at you, his fingers momentarily stilling their movements. "You want to see it, don't you?" he teases, his voice low and seductive. "My cock?"

Oh my... this is actually happening to you.

He chuckles softly. "My angel…," he purrs, his tone carrying a mixture of pride and anticipation. "You're about to have all your fantasies come true, my innocent little one." Your newly stretched hole drools at his words, a clear indication of just how worked up you're becoming.

"But remember, baby," he adds, his voice a husky whisper, "I'm going to take my time with you. I want to make sure you're absolutely ready for me." He can feel his own excitement building, his cock straining against his shorts as he imagines finally giving you what you crave.

Without wasting more time, he teasingly removes his swim trunks and settles himself between your thighs. Your eyes widen as your gaze falls upon his impressive cock, a mixture of curiosity painting your features. He can't help but notice the way your breath hitches.

His hard cock is proudly on display, its size and girth intimidating you. He watches as your eyes travel along its length, taking in every detail. He smirks as he sees your glossy pussy clench, your body instinctively reacting to the sight before you. It’s so thick that it can’t fully straighten. A thin layer of foreskin partially covers his wet tip, which is leaking pre-cum. A few noticeable veins here and there. His round, juicy balls hang beneath, looking heavy and suckable.

He's huge, and when I say huge, I mean it. At least 9 inches and extremely fat.

"First time seeing a cock, huh?" he muses, a hint of smugness in his tone. You look up at him, jaw on the floor. You had suspicions that he was above average, but this is not what you expected. Not that you're complaining though.

He can't resist pushing the teasing further, seeing how your innocent eyes widen as he pulls back his foreskin, exposing the sensitive head of his cock. His fingers move lazily, a slow and deliberate pumping motion that causes his thick shaft to throb, more of his pre-cum dripping out.

As a droplet of his precum glistens on the tip of his cock, he lets it fall, landing directly onto your puffy clit. Your gasp inflates his ego. He grins mischievously, his voice dripping with playful arrogance, "Enjoying the view, sweetheart?"

He leans in closer seductively, "Your little hole is so small, I can barely see it. But don't worry, my big cock is going to stretch you out and fill you up completely." He punctuates his words with another slow pump of his cock, making sure you can see every inch of him.

With a final teasing tug at his shaft, he releases his cock and shifts his position, bringing himself closer to you. His eyes lock onto your blushing face as he poses the question, "Do you want to touch it, baby?" His voice is low. Licking your lips hungrily, you say yes.

Gently, he guides you, lifting you and placing you on your knees before him on the bed. He positions himself in front of you, his lengthy cock proudly erect. Taking your delicate hand in his, he guides it towards his pulsing dick, his fingers gently curling your smaller ones around the base.

Your fingers barely make it halfway around his girth. Feeling anxious from all the new sensations, you mutter to yourself. “It’s heavy,” he manages to hear you and grunts. "Mmm, that's because it's so big, sweet girl," he replies, his voice laced with need.

Encouragingly, he whispers, "Now, give it a little squeeze." His other hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer. Your hesitant touch only fuels his arousal, your inexperience driving him wild. You can feel more of your slick pooling between your folds.

But he doesn't want you to feel overwhelmed. Gently, he places his larger hand over yours, guiding your movements, showing you how to stroke his thick length. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his breath hitching as your fingers move along his cock.

“Spit on it.”

He sees you hesitate as he requests you to spit on him, sensing your shyness. You bite your lip, your face flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. As your grip on his cock loosens, he offers you gentle encouragement, his voice soft and coaxing. "You can do it, little one. Just a little bit, make it messy."

As you collect your saliva, you do as he says, but unfortunately, your saliva ends up on your fingers rather than his cock. He senses your embarrassment, and your teary eyes tug at his heartstrings.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," he whispers tenderly, his fingers gently wiping away your tears. "You're doing just fine, baby. Remember, you're new to this," He plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

He cups your cheeks, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "I'm not upset, okay? You're doing amazing, and I'm so proud of you." His thumbs brush away your remaining tears before he gently urges you to try again.

When your spit finally lands on his cockhead, his groan of approval is deeply gratifying. He praises you with a delighted chuckle, his hand squeezing your body affectionately. "That's my girl. Good job, baby. Now, spread that delicious spit all around for me."

As you follow his guidance, your strokes create wet, naughty sounds. Your bashful reaction, hiding your face in his chest, only makes his cock harder. He holds you close, your bodies pressed together firmly, and whispers words of admiration into your ear. "That's it, sweetheart, keep stroking. Show me how good you can make me feel." His words are soothing, easing your nerves as he guides you through the sensual act.

After a bit your hand grows tired from the prolonged play. He can't help but find your whimpering adorable. "Aw, my sweetheart, is your hand tired?" he coos, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Don't worry, we've had enough of playing with my cock for now."

He lays you down gently on the bed, settling between your spread legs, his eyes locked onto your drenched pussy. The sight of your glistening folds drives him wild.

Teasing you, he traces a finger close to your cunt, just barely grazing your swollen clit. Your hips instinctively buck, and you let out a desperate whine. "You've been such a good girl, waiting so patiently. I think you've earned your reward, don't you?"

His fingers lightly trace patterns on your inner thigh, skirting oh so close to your glossy center. "Tell me, baby, do you want me to finally take you? Do you want to feel my cock stretch your little pussy?" He asks seductively. You nod your head eagerly and stare hungrily at his stiff cock.

He spreads your legs even farther apart, anticipation building within you. He presses the tip of his heavy, thick cock against your tiny hole, feeling your slick coating his sensitive head. His fingers dig into your soft hips as he attempts to push himself into your virgin pussy, the tightness and resistance driving him wild.

You whine from the pressure of him trying to slip his dick into you. Grabbing onto the sheets, you shut your eyes, preparing yourself for the burning sensation. He struggles to fit his tip inside you, and you can see his brows furrowed in concentration, which makes your cheeks heat up from embarrassment, but if you only knew how much your inexperience is turning him on.

"You're so damn tight, little one. I can barely even get the tip in."

He grunts from the resistance, finding it more difficult to ease his cockhead in than he anticipated. But with a quick warm smile thrown your way, he finally manages to push the tip in, spreading your pussy lips around his bulbous tip. You gasp, your breathing picking up as you try not to look him in the eyes.

"Look at you," he purrs, his hand cupping your face to make you face him, his eyes locked onto yours. "So untouched... It's almost too much for my cock to handle." he feels his pre-cum oozing out of him in large globs. Your warm gummy walls enveloping him so nicely.

He pulls out slightly, giving you a chance to breathe, then slowly slides his back in. He continues this slow, teasing rhythm, only pushing in the tip and then completely pulling out to watch your hole close. He maintains the slow, tantalizing pace, his gaze locked onto yours as he rocks a bit further with each shallow thrust, savoring the sensation of your warmth squeezing him so good.

He continues to try and slide more of his meaty cock inside your slippery pussy, the tightness and resistance making his eyes flutter and roll back. He is careful not to hurt you though. As he persists, you whine, a mixture of discomfort and the beginnings of pleasure finding you. Your innocence and vulnerability tug at his heartstrings, and he pauses, looking into your eyes with genuine concern.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asks softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

Tears well up in your eyes as you nod, your voice trembling as you speak, "I-I'm okay, just... it's a little painful."

He can't bear to see you in pain, so he leans down and gently kisses your lips, his hand reaching to softly caress your cheeks.

"I've got you," he murmurs against your lips. "I'll make it as gentle as possible."

With a reassuring smile, he intertwines his fingers with yours, your hands clasping tightly. He resumes his slow and careful movements, gradually inching his lengthy cock deeper into your slick walls. You squeeze his hand tightly.

As more of him slips inside you, he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. He wants to distract you from the discomfort, to show you that he is there for you every step of the way.

He pauses, his thick cock buried about halfway in. He leans down and captures your lips in a tender kiss, his hips gently rolling to maintain the connection between you. He can feel your tightness around his cock, and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to fuck you senseless.

As he stares at where you’re connected he groans from the sights, your folds stretched wide around his thick shaft, your milky essence smeared all over his cock. He can't help but marvel at the sensation of your pulsing walls. Your tightness is almost overwhelming, and he can see a mix of pleasure and discomfort on your face.

He leans down and kisses you softly, his hips making slow, shallow movements to let you adjust to his size. "I know, sweetheart, I know,” he murmurs against your lips, whispering sweet reassurances and dirty encouragement in your ear.

He continues to push himself into you, little by little, until he finally bottoms out with a deep groan. You moan as you watch him close his eyes, his curls hovering over your face. Your cunt is stretched to its limits by his thick, girthy cock.

He relishes in the sight of you, your delicate flesh tightly hugging his dark shaft, your innocence now forever claimed by him.

As he begins to move within you, his hips rocking back and forth, he presses his coily pubic hair against your puffy clit, earning a gasp and a shiver from you. His round, juicy balls press against your ass cheeks, making you squirm.

You bury your face in his chest, your moans muffled against his skin as he continues to pump his cock inside you. You feel like your body is on fire, overwhelmed from the pleasure of finally being claimed by Michael.

He kisses the top of your head, his voice a soothing murmur. "You're doing so well, my love. Just relax and let me take care of you."

For a split second he pulls out, which makes you pout. He teasingly slaps his heavy cock against your swollen clit, the sensation making you gasp.

"Such a sensitive little clit," he chuckles, his voice laced with desire.

Not wanting to have you start whining, he thrusts back into you, groaning at the way your wetness coats his shaft and makes it glisten and drip down his heavy balls.

He picks up the pace slightly, a hunger evident in his movements. As your body moves along with his,your legs wrapped around his hips, he can't resist reaching for your soft skin, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh.

"God, you're so beautiful," he groans, his eyes locked onto the way your body moves under his touch. You blush.

You whimper, your voice laced with shyness. "Michael..."

He coaxes you gently, his breath hot against your ear. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

Feeling more confident you let loose a little, not suppressing your noises. Moaning and calling his name next to his ear. Telling him you’re all his.

"Yes, that's it," he purrs, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

You gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your voice grows more desperate. "F-feels so good, please…" the sound of skin slapping overwhelming your senses.

"You're mine, and I'm here to worship you, to give you everything you've ever wanted."

His words are like a spell, casting you deeper into a world of pleasure and submission. Your heart races, your body arching to meet his every thrust. You can feel his desire coursing through his veins, his need to please you, to make you feel like a princess.

"You own me, sweetheart," he continues, his voice husky. "You can have anything you want, anything you desire. Just tell me, and I'll make it happen. You're in control now, and I'm at your mercy."

Oh. my. Fucking. god.

Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes almost pop out of their sockets from his words. His promises, the way his cock so deliciously rolls inside your slick pussy, it's all just so overwhelming. You meet his gaze, your eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing.

"I want to make you feel like royalty, baby," he murmurs, his rhythm never faltering. "You deserve nothing but the best, and I'm going to give it to you. Every touch, every kiss, every inch of my cock inside you—it's all for you."

You dig your nails onto his shoulders, unable to say something back as pleasure takes over you. His words are a declaration of his devotion, and you can't help but surrender to the offer, always having wanted to be spoiled. You feel a sense of completeness you had never known before. You're his, and he's yours.

He continues to pump his fat cock into you, your squelching hole adding to the intensity. But greed is tugging at your heartstrings, and you can't help but let out whimpers of frustration. He senses your restlessness, but he's determined to be cautious and gentle with you.

"Please," you whimper, your voice tinged with need and desperation. "I want all of you."

He sighs, knowing where this conversation is headed. "Baby, I've told you, you need to be patient," he scolds gently.

You pout, your lower lip jutting out in a stubborn manner. "But I want it all, Michael. I can take it, I promise."

He raises an eyebrow, his tone firm. "You're not listening, little one. You can't rush this."

You let out a whine that tugs at his nerves, but he holds his ground. "It's gonna take time, a few weeks maybe, for you to fully take my cock." Yep, he’s that huge.

Your whining only intensifies, your frustration and desperation evident. "I don't want to wait weeks. I want it now."

He leans in closer, his voice taking on a dominant edge. "Listen to me, sweetheart. Taking all of my cock right now is unrealistic for your first time. You need to relax and let your body adjust."

You huff, untangling your legs from his hips. "You're being mean," you mutter.

He chuckles softly, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "I'm not being mean, baby. I'm being honest and realistic."

"But- but… ugh," you whine again.

He smirks, "You're such a spoiled, greedy girl, aren't you?"

Your cheeks flush, but you don't back down. "Yes, and?" you retort.

With a sigh, he gives in slightly, sliding a little more of his length inside you. You gasp, your body trembling as you adjust to the stretch.

He decides it's time to remind you of your place, to show you who's in control. In one swift motion, he plunges himself fully into you, all nine inches filling you to the brim.

You gasp, mouth agape, your back arching as a mixture of pleasure and discomfort washes over you. He holds still, allowing you to adjust to the sensation, his dark eyes fixed on your face.

"See, baby?" he whispers, his voice low and commanding. "I knew you couldn't handle it."

You grit your teeth, determined to prove him wrong. "I can, I can take it." Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.

Rolling his eyes, he begins to thrust slowly. But after a few moments, he can see the pain in your eyes, the way your brows furrow and your lips tremble.

Without a word, he withdraws slightly, going back to sliding only half of his cock. He keeps his pace steady, his grip on your hips tight as he continues to move inside you.

"You need to be honest with me, sweetheart," he scolds gently, his voice a mixture of concern and authority. "I can tell when something's wrong. Don't push yourself too hard."

You nod, your stubborn facade finally giving way to the truth. "It hurts a little, but I want to take all of it."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers in a low, dominant tone, "Well, you're not gonna get it all right now. And you know what? My cock isn't going anywhere. You'll have plenty of time to take every inch, little by little."

You let out a frustrated groan, your head falling back against the pillows. "You're so frustrating."

He chuckles again, his hand caressing your cheek. "I know, baby. But it's for your own good."

You sigh, your head resting comfortably on the pillow. "Okay, fine. I'll try to be patient."

"That's my girl," he says, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "Now, let's focus on making you feel good, okay?"

Your pout slowly turns into a small smile as he resumes his gentle thrusts, his dominant teasing having its desired effect. As he grinds his hips against yours, he makes sure to keep a close eye on your reactions, determined to ensure your pleasure and comfort.

He can't help but be captivated by you. Your body glistening with a layer of sweat, your pussy coated in your shared creamy wetness. He groans at the erotic sight. His stiff cock slides effortlessly into your slick folds.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he leans down and spits right onto your swollen clit, the wetness mixing with your juices and sliding down your folds. He repeats the action a few times, each drop of saliva making you gasp and your pussy clench around him.

"Such a dirty girl," he teases, his voice thick with desire. "You love how messy and wet it gets, don't you?"

You let out an embarrassed moan, your cheeks flushing as you try to deny it. "N-No, I don't..." You bite your lip, your breath hitching as you struggle to form a coherent response. "I... I just... It's..."

He nips at your earlobe, his voice a seductive purr. "Say it. Admit how much you love it."

Your voice comes out in a soft whimper, barely audible. "I... I love it."

He groans in response, the confirmation driving him wild. "That's it, baby. Doing so good for me."

You moan softly as his movements intensify, your fingers clutching the sheets beneath you. "Michael..."

He nuzzles against your neck, his lips brushing your heated skin. "Let go, my precious. Feel it all."

Michael's thrusts take on a more deliberate rhythm, his lengthy, thick cock filling your tiny virgin pussy with each deep thrust. His fingers rub your pulsing pearl swiftly, and you shut your eyes from how good it feels, your lips swollen from how much you've bitten down on them.

"There you go," he teases. "You love it, don't you? You love how my big cock fits perfectly in your needy hole."

Yes, you want to scream but the overwhelming pleasure stops you from it. Poor thing, you just want to say how much you like it, but your fuzzy state clouds your mind. How cute.

As you lose yourself to the euphoria, your moans become more uninhibited, louder, shameless. His own groans of pleasure resonate in the room. He knows you're getting close, so he rewards you by pushing his cock deeper into your tight warmth.

The sensation is almost overbearing for you, and your voice wavers between a gasp and a moan. You're so fucking close. Your heart races, and your breathing grows erratic, a single tear escaping and rolling down your flushed cheek. Noticing, he brings his face closer to yours and kisses it away, tasting the salty liquid on his tongue.

With his lips at your ear, he urges you on, his tone commanding and endearing. "Can feel you squeezing me, little one, c’mon, make a mess on my cock." His words drive you wild.

And then it happens. Your body trembles, and your legs shake. Your grip on him tightens, nails digging into his flesh, definitely leaving a mark. Your moans turn into cries. He watches the orgasm wash over you, your head thrown back with your mouth hanging open. Beautiful is the only word on his mind.

He feels you clench around him, the pulsating grip of your virgin pussy against his cock driving him wild. So fucking tight. He lets you ride out your sweet release, continuing to grind gently into you, prolonging your pleasure.

As the waves of your climax slowly subside, he holds you close, your erect nipples pressed against his toned front as you tremble in his arms. His lips press to your temple in a tender kiss. He whispers soothing words, guiding you through this new experience.

"Shh, my sweet girl," he coos, his voice grounding you. "You're doing so well. Just let it all out. I've got you."

Your cries gradually transform into shuddering breaths, and he can feel the rapid beat of your heart against his chest. He stops his movements.

As your trembling subsides, he tenderly kisses your lips, lips pressed against each others for a bit as if to reassure you. "You did amazing, sweetheart," he whispers with a soft smile on his face.

He shifts slightly, his big hands finding your flushed face. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with genuine warmth. "You know, most girls wouldn't have been able to handle what you just went through. But you... you're something special." You feel so warm on the inside, knowing you made the right choice to give yourself to him.

He cups your cheeks, his thumb brushing against your skin in a soothing gesture. "I'm so proud of you," he continues, his voice low and comforting. You whimper softly as he still holds you in his protective arms.

"Now, it's time for me to fill you up completely. I'm going to give you all of me, just like you've given yourself to me."

He resumes pumping his girthy cock into your slippery walls. You whimper as you’ve become a little sensitive from your orgasm. The edge of his climax overwhelms his senses. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving little pecks all over.

"I love you," he murmurs, the feeling of the burning sensation in his lower stomach making him stumble over words as he bares his heart to you. "You're my princess, my everything. I was made for you, to satisfy every craving, to fulfill every desire." Your eyes widen, not expecting him to get so vulnerable. But you can’t deny the butterflies in your own tummy.

Whimpering, his thrusts become more urgent, his control slipping as his climax approaches. His muscles flex as he chases his high, now his hands digging into your hips. You gently kiss his cheek as encouragement, not knowing what else to do as you’re new to the realm of intimacy. This brings him over the edge, and with a guttural moan, he releases himself inside your drooling cunt. His hot, creamy cum spills from his sensitive tip, filling you up completely. He feels his shaft pulse as he keeps leaking more and more of his sticky seed into your little hole. You pant from the new feeling of his warm essence coating your walls.

After a few seconds, he breathes out and stares at where you two are connected. He pulls out carefully. Cursing under his breath, his eyes fixated on the sight before him, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he watches his cum leak out of your stretched hole, down your asshole, and onto the sheets. He feels a surge of possessiveness, knowing that he had left his mark on you in the most intimate way possible.

Still breathing heavily, he leans down to connect his lips to yours. "You're mine now," he whispers against your face. "And I'm yours. Forever." Your eyes lock with his, and you can see

nothing besides honesty and adoration on his face which makes you feel loved and cherished in a way you’ve never experienced before. 

Gently, he scoops you up in his arms, your form fitting perfectly against his sturdy frame. He carefully carries you to the bathroom to clean you up before laying back down onto the bed again. His movements are careful and tender, like he's holding something fragile. As he lays you down, he can't help but notice the fatigue in your eyes.

He settles beside you, his body enveloping yours. His arms wrap around you, and he pulls you close. It's as if your bodies are meant to fit together like a puzzle.

He looks into your eyes, concern etched on his face. "Do your legs feel achy?” he asks softly, his voice a gentle rumble. God, he’s so perfect. Of course, he cares about your legs aching after being spread open for so long. His warm palm travels south as he cups your pussy in his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “Is it achy here too?” he grins. 

You gasp and shake your head slightly, too drained to put your thoughts into words. Your eyelids are heavy, your body feeling sated after the intense experience you've shared. “Aw, my poor baby,” he leans down and kisses you on the forehead.

He holds you even closer to his chest, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Rest, my princess," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead. "You've had quite the night."

You manage a soft smile, your eyelashes fluttering as you fight against sleep. Your voice, barely above a whisper, reaches his ears. "Thank you... for making it special."

His heart swells at your words, the sincerity in your voice touching him deeply. "No, thank you," he whispers back. "Thank you for trusting me."

As you drift into slumber, nestled in his arms, he can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. The moonlight filtering through the window casts a gentle glow over your peaceful features, emphasizing the innocence and vulnerability that had captivated him from the start.

Gently caressing your cheek, the weight of his actions settles on him - he has taken your virginity, and he has done so with care and consideration. He wanted this to be a beautiful memory for you, something you will always cherish, and that's exactly what he did.

Leaning down, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. He can feel the rise and fall of your chest as you sleep, your breaths even. It's a sight that fills him with a protective urge. Carefully, he adjusts the covers around you, ensuring you are comfortable. He knows that he holds your heart in his hands, and he intends to cherish it.

With a final caress, he whispers softly in your ear, "Sleep well, little one, I love you.”

In this quiet moment, he holds you with a possessive tenderness that speaks of his unyielding commitment. He is yours, body and soul, determined to be the best lover for you. And as you both rest in each other's arms, he knows he is exactly where he wants to be - with you, forever.

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[theautisticbarbie]

A Bird of Praise

Act II

Chapter II: Summer Hues

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Chapter summary: Tara’s summer gets hot and heavy when the house across the street from her’s becomes occupied by the resident bad boy, a California transplant, one Billy Hargrove

Chapter warnings: SMUT! SMUTTY SMUT! SMUTTY WARBER JEAGER MAN JENSEN! MINORS GO AWAY! Okay but also dubcon, oral (f receiving) p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), fingering, overstimulation if you squint, Billy being kind of a douche, creampies, virginity loss, just overall filth. Porn with plot.

The rest of the school year was somewhat awkward for Tara after her and Jonathan’s breakup. One thing was clear, though, from the general way she was greeted whenever she went to pick Will up for his hangouts with Mike, Dustin and Lucas.

Joyce was not privy to their falling out, and by that extent, neither was Bob.

Once summer rolled around, the usual happened for Tara. Her weekend job became a weekday job, she had summer intensives with her school’s ballet team, her mother was constantly away from home because of summer travelling and Daniel was hanging out with friends from this “Hellfire Club” that he joined when the twins started high school. Tara didn’t know much about the club. Just that they played DnD.

There was one thing that happened that nobody on Tara’s whole block was expecting.

The house across the street from her’s was sold.

4819 Cherry Lane. Tara would have never thought the day would come. That house had been sitting vacant for close to three decades. The last family who lived there swore it was cursed and nobody’s touched it since.

Tara wondered with all of her might who on Earth would want that house.

She and her brother staked out the house from their living room on moving day once they saw the moving truck pull up.

“What if it’s a killer who needs a place to hide the bodies?” Tara asked, a hint of dread in her voice.

“Oh well yeah we all know that. We just need to know who to steer clear of,” Daniel said, half joking.

After staking out the move and examining what were very clearly just movers, a car pulled up. The moment of truth.

Out of the drivers seat was a middle aged man who looked pretty mundane and didn’t stand out from a crowd at all. From the passengers seat was a red headed woman who was clearly much younger than him.

“Who’s that?” Tara asked.

“Trophy wife, clearly,” Daniel snarked.

“That could be his daughter for all we know!” Tara chided.

“Then who is that coming out of the back seat?”

A little redhead girl, most likely the age of the party Tara chaperoned bounced out of the back seat.

Tara got a good look at them, but one thing stood out very clearly.

They clearly weren’t happy.

“I should go welcome them to the neighbourhood,” Tara offered, wanting to cheer them up.

“I get the distinct impression that they aren’t here because they want to be. Maybe you should just leave them be,” Daniel said.

Before Tara could offer a rebuttal, a blue car came darting down the road before coming to a screeching halt directly in front of the house.

“Holy shit!” Daniel remarked.

“I know, right? That’s so reckless! The driver could have killed them!” Tara berated.

“Dude! That’s a 1979 Chevy Camaro! How the hell was he able to make it go that fast and stop so clean?”

“Are you even listening?” Tara quipped.

Of course. Besides metal music, anime and Dungeons and Dragons, Daniel had one interest that was conventionally seen as “normal” for teenage boys, and that obsession was cars and motorcycles.

Daniel’s advice to give the new neighbours their space went out the window as soon as he saw that display.

Tara stood inside with her arms folded. She was quite cross with whomever was bold enough to endanger a family with their reckless behaviour.

Out of the vehicle stepped a boy about Daniel’s age with a strawberry blonde mullet, a leather jacket and aviator sunglasses.

And just like that, the sight of a handsome boy quelled all of Tara’s annoyances.

Daniel went outside to greet this stranger.

“Dude! Sick engine!” Daniel greeted.

“Who the hell are you?” the boy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh! Right!” Daniel said, flustered. “I’m Daniel! Your neighbour from just across the street,” he said, extending his hand.

The boy only looked at Daniel’s hand before turning around to go in the house.

“Just tell me which room’s mine, Neil!” the boy said.

Daniel pulled back his hand and looked at it, wondering where he went wrong when he introduced himself.

“I don’t get it!” he said later that day while Tara was gathering her stuff for ballet practise. She decided she was going to practise her fouettés in the front yard.

“Maybe he was uncomfortable. You DID come off pretty strong sizing up his car. Maybe he thought you were planning to steal it,” Tara said, poignantly.

“Oh fuck!” Daniel said, facepalming and realising that Tara was most likely correct.

While Tara was practising her fouettés, she noticed the boy from earlier stepping on his front yard, having a smoke and sizing up the girl.

Later that night, while they were having dinner, there was a knock at the door. Tara decided to answer to see the boy from earlier.

“Hi! Nice to see you again! Sorry about my brother, by the way. He’s such a weirdo when it comes to cars and motorcycles!” Tara took a breath and recentred herself. “I’m Tara, by the way.”

“Billy. I didn’t realise I lived across the street from a pretty girl. Guess I got lucky.”

Tara blushed. “So what brings you to my doorstep, Billy?”

“I figured a pretty girl like you could show me around town sometime. I’m not familiar with the area.”

“Oh really? Where are you from?” Tara asked curiously.

“California,” Billy answered, flashing a charismatic smile.

“Oh wow! I have a pen pal in California! Is it true that all the movie stars live there?” Tara asked with stars in her eyes.

“Quid pro quo, beautiful. You show me around this town and I’ll tell you everything there is to know about the west coast.”

“Would tomorrow work? It’s my day off!”

“It’s a date, gorgeous.”

The next day, Tara was lounging on the couch with a book, casually waiting for the agreed upon time for their agreed upon tour.

“Aren’t you supposed to be showing the new neighbour around town?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah, but that’s not for another hour,” Tara pointed out.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” Daniel asked, pointing out that she’s dressed rather leisurely.

“Well, yeah. I imagine we’ll be doing a lot of walking and it’s super comfy! It’s not like it’s actually a date or anything! Mom told me that’s just something people say.”

“Uh, yeah, Tara. That’s exactly what he meant for this to be.”

The mortified look on Tara’s face and the silence that accompanied it were deafening.

“I can’t go out like this! I need to change!” she said, rushing to her bedroom.

“Big brother saves the day once again,” Daniel said, cracking open an RC cola and cracking open his manga.

“Being born 11 minutes before me does not make you my big brother!”

“It literally does.”

Tara frantically looked for the best outfit to make a good first impression for her date.

Billy, meanwhile, was also taking time to make himself look good. Cologne, extra time on his hair. The works.

Tara finally decided on an outfit, a yellow sundress with floral appliqués.

The time came and when Billy picked Tara up, he opened the car door for her and everything, leaving her pleasantly surprised. Jonathan never did that for her.

No. Jonathan wasn’t going to have space in Tara’s head today. Today was about her and the cute new boy who struck her fancy.

The date itself went pretty well. Tara showed Billy all of the landmarks, as well as Hawkins High School, where he would be going in the fall.

That’s how she learned that Billy lived with his father, Neil, his stepmother, Susan, and his stepsister, Max, who would be attending Hawkins Middle School in the fall.

“So why did you leave California? What brought you to our neck of the woods?” Tara asked curiously, eager to know more about her handsome date.

Billy visibly tensed after being asked that question, causing Tara to back down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s fine,” Billy finally said. “I guess my old man just wanted a change of scenery. I honestly don’t know what the hell he’s thinking half the time.”

Thankfully, that awkward bump was short lived, and the two finished off strong with dinner at Enzo’s.

After dinner, the two went back to Tara’s house.

“I had a great time,” Tara said, blushing.

“Who said it had to be over?” Billy asked, closing in for a kiss. “Why don’t you invite me inside?”

“Oh! Yes of course!” Tara said, opening the door, worried that she had broken some social norm. “Please come in!” Tara looked to the sides and noticed her brother’s motorcycle wasn’t in the driveway, so he must be with his Hellfire friends.

Billy let out an amused chuckle before coming inside.

Billy closed the door behind him and resumed kissing Tara.

The kissing became heavier and heavier, before Billy pulled away. “Why don’t we take this upstairs?”

Tara remembered her interaction with Jonathan and was able to surmise exactly what going upstairs entailed.

Tara was still a virgin, but on the other hand, Billy was really handsome and she would love for her first time to be with someone like him.

All the same, he had a right to know.

“I would love to,” Tara started, “but first, there’s something you need to know.” Tara drew a sharp breath. “Okay, here goes. I’m a virgin, so I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“No problem,” Billy said. “I’m happy to lead the way.”

Billy took Tara’s hand and led her upstairs. “Just tell me which room is yours, madame.”

Once the two were in her bedroom, the kissing resumed.

“Do you have a condom?” Tara asked.

“We don’t need one. I’m clean and you can’t get pregnant if you’re a virgin.”

“You can’t?” Tara asked naively.

“Nope. A virgin body doesn’t have the necessary components to hold a pregnancy. That doesn’t come until after a few fucks.”

Perhaps if Tara read less fairytales and history and more anatomy and biology, she wouldn’t have thought she was bleeding to death when she got her first menstrual cycle and she would know that everything Billy is saying right now is absolute rubbish.

“Well, as long as we’re being safe,” Tara said as she naively kissed him.

“Of course, gorgeous.”

Billy gently kissed her hand, trailing kisses up her arm to her shoulder before kissing her neck and placing hickies along from her windpipe to her jawline.

Tara closed the gap between them and kissed him deeply, which he reciprocated. Their tongues battled for dominance before Billy swept her up, tossing her onto her bed.

Tara felt something tingling between her legs, tightly rubbing them together.

Billy hovered over her, sliding his hand between her legs and rubbing her over her panties.

The sensation she was met with caught her off guard, making her throw her head back.

Billy let out a soft chuckle before planting a kiss on her lips, dipping his hand into her panties.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”

“Wet?” Tara panted, confused, promoting Billy to slide his middle finger into her opening.

Tara shrieked at the sudden intrusion, causing Billy to let out a raspy chuckle. “You really are a virgin, huh?”

Tara gasped as Billy placed open mouth kisses onto her, taking in the smell and taste of cigarettes, along with the addition of Billy’s ring finger entering her.

“Just relax, gorgeous,” he said as he began scissoring her open.

Daniel touted about how great sex was and how amazing it felt. Tara had even occasionally overheard him when some nameless, faceless girl spent the night with him only to be gone before she came down for breakfast.

But this didn’t feel amazing at all. It felt overwhelming and even a bit painful.

“Wait! Billy! Stop! This hurts!” Tara finally uttered.

Billy cooed at her almost mockingly. “I know, sweetie, but it’s only for a bit, and then it’s pure bliss afterwards.”

Tara whimpered as he continued his ministrations.

“Come on, gorgeous. You said it yourself. You’re gonna be 17 in November. That’s kinda old to still be a virgin, don’t you think?”

Maybe Billy was right, Tara thought. Maybe this was like a blood draw or a shot, or being held down or sat on when she had a meltdown or threw a tantrum, where it doesn’t matter if it hurts. It has to be done.

Billy scissored her open one last time before removing his fingers, licking them clean. He peeled her panties off before tossing them to the side. Her pussy was beet red from all of the stimulation, her clit was swollen and sensitive to the touch. Billy gently brushed a finger against her sensitive nub, making her cry out.

Suddenly, he pulled her upright, before pulling her dress up and over her head and off her body, tossing it to the side. He ran a hand over her back, stopping at her bra, kissing her deeply before unclasping it, tearing it away and exposing her breasts.

Tara suddenly realised how nude she was and covered herself with her arms.

“Ah ah ah,” Billy tutted, grabbing her arms and pulling them off her body. “You don’t get to act all shy after my fingers have been in your pussy.”

“Shouldn’t you take your clothes off, too?” Tara asked, her face reddening.

“Calm down, Eager Beaver. We’re getting there.”

“It’s Eager McBeaver.”

“I know what I said,” Billy quipped, lying her down on the bed again.

Billy grabbed her leg and kissed up to her thigh, closing in on her swollen clit before giving it a few kitten licks.

Tara threw her head back. This had to be what Daniel was referring to. This actually did feel nice.

Billy took the bud into his mouth and proceeded to suck it HARD.

Tara cried out as her body jolted with the sudden pleasure.

Suddenly, Billy popped his mouth off and went back to lapping at her clit.

Tara was gasping in pleasure as he continued.

“Cum for me,” he said, taking the bud into his mouth again, putting his middle and ring finger inside of her, fingering her for good measure.

Tara was overwhelmed by pleasure, eventually reaching her peak and crying out.

Billy removed his fingers, licked them clean and began unbuttoning his shirt.

By the time Tara regained her bearings, Billy was down to his boxers. His body was sweaty and he was hungrily looking down at her with a tent between his legs.

He pulled them down, allowing his cock to spring free. The tip was angry red and it was absolutely weeping with pre-cum.

One thought went through Tara’s mind as he pumped his shaft. How in the world was all of that possibly going to fit inside of her?

“Uh, Billy… how big is that?” Tara asked, a hint of fright in her voice.

“10 inches. You’re the third person to ask.”

Tara looked up at him and swallowed thickly, to which he responded with a gentle kiss to the forehead. “Don’t worry, babe. I know what I’m doing.”

Billy’s hands wandered to Tara’s fairly large breasts and he pinched her nipples hard, causing her to jolt up. He then slotted himself between her legs, rubbing his tip along her slit.

“Deep breath, princess.”

Tara took a deep breath and held it, screwing her eyes shut and waiting for the moment to come.

Billy pushed his head past her entrance, moaning in ecstasy as her pussy lips wrapped around his girth. When he felt her hymen, he pulled back and slammed forward as hard as he could, snapping their hips together.

Tara’s eyes flew open as she let out a strangled cry, tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

Billy gently shushed her as he stroked her face. “It’s okay. It’s all over now. From here on out, it’s pure bliss.”

Billy paused, giving her time to adjust to his size, before he began thrusting.

The sounds of the bed creaking and the headboard banging against the wall polluted the room with Billy’s husky moans.

The burning sensation Tara felt eventually turned to pleasure, eliciting orgasmic cries.

Tara held onto Billy’s back for dear life as he picked up the pace, panting and moaning into her ear.

“You’re not a virgin anymore,” he panted. “From now on, you’ll be my little sex slave.”

He lifted his head, looking Tara dead in the eyes. “Say it,” he said, punctuating it with a particularly hard thrust.

Now wait just a darn second, Tara thought. Since when was she going to agree to sexual slavery to a man she just met yesterday?

“Say it!” Billy demanded, thrusting harder.

“I…”

Billy smirked. “What’s a matter, princess? Dick got your tongue?”

The squelching noises were absolutely obscene. Their bodies were covered in sweat.

It all came to a head when Billy’s hips began to falter. “Oh fuck… shit… Tara! I’m gonna…” he thrusted as hard as he can. “Gonna cum! Fuck!”

A string of curses flew out of Billy’s mouth as he shot thick hot white ropes into Tara’s cervix.

Eventually, he collapsed beside her head, panting heavily into her ear.

“Fuck… that was… fuck…”

“Is that a good thing?” Tara asked, also catching her breath.

“Hell yeah it is.”

After the two caught their breath, Billy rolled off of her and reached for his boxers.

“Hey, do you maybe wanna cuddle and spend the night?” Tara offered.

“Wish I could, princess,” Billy started, putting his clothes back on, “but Neil said he would break every bone in my body if I didn’t finish unpacking the boxes in my room by tomorrow. Some other time, though. We definitely have to do this again,” he finished, kissing Tara on the forehead.

“By the way, uh…” Billy started as he put his leather jacket back on, “you might wanna take it easy for the next few days. You’re gonna be sore down there for a while.”

The next morning, while Tara was making iced coffee for herself, she looked at her brother, who was cooking bacon and scrambled eggs.

“Hey, Daniel, can I ask you a question?”

“What’s up?”

“Do… when you have sex… do girls ask you to say weird things?”

Daniel almost aspirated his spit. “Huh?!”

“Well… okay promise you won’t tell mom first!”

“Wait, Tara, did you fuck the new neighbour?”

“I said you can’t tell mom!”

“Holy shit,” Daniel murmured, turning his attention back to the stove.

“Well, do they?”

“Sometimes? What happened? And please spare me the gory details!”

“Well, he kinda called me his sex slave.”

“Oh. Yeah, that happens. Guys never mean it when they say shit like that, though. It’s just a heat of the moment thing. That’s all.”

“Is that why he left after?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I asked him if he wanted to spend the night, and he said that he couldn’t but that he would next time. He seemed kind of in a hurry to leave, to be honest.”

Daniel sucked in air through his teeth, as though he knew something Tara didn’t.

“What?” she asked.

“Tara, there isn’t going to be a next time. That was a hook up. He just wanted to hit it and quit it.”

“Oh,” Tara said, dejected, looking down at her coffee.

Once again, she blew it. And she blew it with a cute guy, too. One whom she will have to look at every morning and probably every day when school starts again while he entertains other girls.

“Are you okay?” her brother asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get ready for work.”

At the book store, it was pretty relaxed. The only customers were the occasional child being dragged in by their parents for the summer reading program.

Tara decided to use the down time to alphabetise the kid’s section. She winced in pain as she crouched down to the bottom shelves.

“Chica, are you okay?” Alanna asked, approaching her to help.

“Yeah. This really cute guy moved in across the street and we went on a date and the night ended kinda rough. I’m still kinda sore down there.”

“Girrrrl! Spill! Spill all of the dirty details!”

“Okay, well, this guy—“ before they could finish that thought, a thunderous engine roar pulled up to the front. The two heard what sounded like Billy arguing with a child before said child stormed into the store.

“Hello! Welcome to A Literal Haven! How can we direct your reading adventures today?” Tara asked.

Tara took another look at the child and recognised her as Max, Billy’s stepsister.

“I’m here for the summer reading program,” Max responded.

“Not a problem! Last name?” Alanna asked, looking through the summer reading files.

“Mayfield. It might be under Hargrove, too. My stepfather is the one who signed me up, but only cause my mom asked him to.”

“Max?” Alanna asked pulling out her file. “Cool, I’ll explain how it works—“

Suddenly the bell jingled, indicating that another customer walked in. “I’ll see to that!” Tara said.

When she went to the front, she saw Billy there with his trademark charismatic smile.

“Hi, there! What brings you here?” Tara asked curiously.

“Well, I thought I saw you when I dropped off my stepsister and I just had to see it for myself.”

“Yup! This is where I work!” Tara said, flustered and blushing.

“So what time are you off?” Billy asked.

“Come again?” Tara asked.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe you could give me some good book recommendations, seeing as how you work here and all.”

“I would love to do that!” Tara declared.

Truthfully, looking back on the events that transpired the previous night, it might be for the best that it wasn’t going to be a regular thing, but one could never have too many book-reading companions, especially since apart from her boss, there weren’t that many people who would discuss with her the deeper meanings of certain pieces of literature. And because Franklin’s genre and literary tastes differed very greatly from Tara’s, who preferred fairytales and children’s adventures, that narrowed things down even further.

“Great! That’ll be nice. You know, I never thought I’d have a girlfriend not 2 days after moving here.”

Wait, so he wanted to be her boyfriend? He meant it about there being a next time? Geez, people really confused Tara sometimes.

I guess that’s okay, Tara thought. But she was going to have to set and enforce some serious boundaries about what was and wasn’t acceptable behaviour in the bedroom.

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Laundry Day | E.M. x Reader

Summary: Eddie tried to do his own laundry and shrunk his Hellfire shirt to a devilishly small size. You couldn't help yourself, you had to stare.

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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), grinding, dacryphilia, overstimulation

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When Eddie arrived at your table in the cafeteria looking like a mess, you didn't think anything of it. The boy was usually a mess, nothing strange about it. You finally glanced up and had a good look when Eddie clapped his hands together, gaining everybody's attention. You were met with the sight of his happy trail right on your eye level. You choked on seemingly nothing, hurridly looking at his face to see what he had to say. 

"Today is the day, my friends. My uncle has been gone all week and will be for the rest of the weekend, soooooo... Who's coming over?" Eddie grinned. Nobody replied, and his face fell. "What? Nobody?" 

Jeff mumbled something about you and him already making plans to stop by the day before, but the rest kept their mouth shut. You looked around the table, but everybody remained silent. 

"What the hell are you wearing, dude?" Mike finally quipped when nobody spoke up. Eddie glanced down at his torso and quickly pulled down the Hellfire shirt, which looked like it was made for somebody roughly half his size. 

"Dude, I told you. Wayne is out of town for the week. I tried washing it, but I think I fucked up. Didn't notice until I put it on. I couldn't be late again, so I'll have to make do." Eddie chuckled and took a seat next to Gareth. 

You'd noticed Eddie, sure. He was handsome. Everybody and their grandma could see that. But never before today had you dared let your mind wander there. The thought had popped up a few times, but you'd religiously forced it away. He was one of your best friends, for fuck's sake. 

The conversation continued, but your mind couldn't focus on anything besides the glimpse of skin you'd caught before Eddie sat down. Your mind was reeling with possibilities of what the rest of him could look like. 

Why were you acting as if you'd never seen a guy without his shirt? Hadn't you gone swimming with the bunch of them just a few summers back? God, get your mind out of the gutter. 

Eddie caught your distracted gaze and raised his eyebrows in question. "You good?" he mumbled. "Yeah!" Your voice was higher than you'd intended. You let out a quick cough to salvage it. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" You cringed at how flustered he'd been able to make you without trying or knowing.

"Never better." Eddie winked. The bell rang, emptying the cafeteria. Eddie grabbed his bag (or whatever was left of it since junior year) and raised from the bench. You averted your eyes, trying to prevent another damned look towards the shortened hemline.

You rushed to class, making sure Eddie and Jeff were following behind. You took your regular seat near the back and sat down with a loud sigh. Your deskmate was skipping once again. 

The teacher started taking attendance but your attention was gone in an instant. You let your gaze fall back on Eddie. He was leaning forward, his head resting on his crossed arms, shirt riding up his back. He was sitting at the perfect watching angle; diagonally in front of you.  

There were dimples in his lower back. You were discovering things about yourself today, because shit, you definitely liked that. A tattoo threatened to poke out from under his waistband, trailing from his hips to his waist. That too piqued your interest. It must've been a recent addition. 

Whatever Jeff was whispering made Eddie snigger, which made his shoulders shake. He leaned back against the chair and stretched his arms above his head, yawning audibly. You were done for. The shirt raised to his waist, revealing the rest of the tattoo. Your legs crossed of their own admission when his hands rested behind his head lazily, pushing out his chest. 

Your fixation was cut short when a set of fingers snapped right in front of your face. "Should Mr Munson get up here? Maybe then you'll concentrate. It's me you should be watching, not your silly little high-school crush. Pay attention." Your jaw dropped at the teacher's insinuation before turning to look at Eddie. 

Eddie wore a confused smile, offering you a questioning expression. You shrugged, but your face reddened. You'd been caught and called out. 

It wasn't even a crush. The teacher made it way bigger of a deal than it was. The minuscule Hellfire shirt just brought out Eddie's best features. Was it not ingrained in humans to observe? 

You tried your best to pay attention to anyone, anything but Eddie for the rest of class. Emphasis on tried. You could see Eddie sneaking glimpses at you occasionally in your peripheral, but you refused to acknowledge his existence. Your eyes met Jeff's a couple of times, who was just as confused by the situation as Eddie. 

Luckily you had no more classes with the object of today's desires for the rest of the day. You wanted to jam your fingers between the door of your locker, just to feel something besides desire for one of your friends.  

When changing out of your gym uniform, an image of Eddie taking the shorts off you managed to creep inside your head. You shivered when you envisioned his ring-clad hands sliding down your thighs. You panicked when you realized you'd been staring into your locker with your shorts in hand a tad too long. 

Why did the thought of Eddie's hands have the ability to make you freeze on the spot? Why did you keep pulling up the vision of his shirt riding up and revealing the trail of hair adorning his abdomen? 

The mental questions continued as you packed up and strolled to the parking lot. You tossed your bags in the back of your car and buckled yourself in before taking a moment to breathe and rest your head between your hands on the steering wheel. 

You shrieked as someone opened the passenger door. "Damn it, Jeff! You can't just get in my car! Fuck!" You smacked the steering wheel as you tried to soothe your racing heart. 

"We agreed yesterday you'd drive me to Eddie's so we could jam!" Jeff yelled back in the same tone you'd given him. He dropped his guitar case on the back seat and buckled his seatbelt. You paused and remembered yesterday during lunch when you'd indeed promised Jeff a ride to Eddie's. You liked watching the band practice and create music, so it wasn't hard to agree on. You apologized quickly and noticed Eddie getting into his van across the lot.

"Don't worry about me! I'm worried about you. What happened between the two of you? He's not telling me anything." Jeff pressed as he motioned to Eddie. He elaborated when you were obviously confused. "You know, the whole thing in Geometry?" 

You'd kind of hoped that the incident had been long forgotten, but evidently, it hadn't. "I was just spacing out in Eddie's general direction. You know how teachers like to exaggerate." You turned on the engine when you saw Eddie drive off, trailing behind him. 

"You were definitely staring, to be fair. But hey! Eddie's a good-looking fellow. And he kind of has a thing for you, so I just assumed." Jeff shrugged. A thing? For you? Since when? 

The rest of the drive to the trailer park was quiet. You let Jeff's comment simmer on a small stove in the back of your mind. Now was not the time to let it boil. You parked beside Eddie and let yourself in. A light drizzle formed, threatening to fall down from the sky. 

"Hey! We're here!" Jeff shouted. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, knowing you were welcome to do so. You'd been in Eddie's trailer plenty of times. But somehow, this time felt different.

"I'll be right there!" Eddie shouted from his bedroom. You got up to go pour some drinks for yourself and the boys. "You want anything, Jeff?" He let you know he 'just wanted some water, thanks.'

"Eddie?" You called. "Yes, dear?" Sounded from right behind you as a hand found the small of your back. You whipped your face around, only for Eddie's to be mere inches from it. "Jesus..." You whispered as you put a hand over your heart. "Still just me, darling." Eddie winked as he reached for a bottle of lighter fluid in the cupboard above your head. 

You closed your eyes and held your breath as his chest brushed against you. "Sorry." His strained voice came from above you as he tried to reach for the bottle. You turned around in an attempt to shimmy away, heart beating out of your chest. Big mistake. His shirt had ridden up to just above his waist which now filled the entirety of your vision. You were caged between the counter and Eddie. The choked cry that came out of you was too sudden to be repressed. 

His arms shot down, eyes wide. "You okay? Did I step on your toe?" You shook your head no, with your lips pressed together, not daring to make another noise. Your expression was one of complete horror as you walked back to the couch and handed Jeff his water. 

"You drink it. I think you need it more than me." You realized Jeff was probably in the most awkward situation of his life after admitting Eddie apparently had a 'thing' for you. He got up without a word and grabbed his unopened guitar case. You pulled his arm with a pleading look. Please don't go. He just wiggled his eyebrows and turned to Eddie. "Bro, I just remembered I promised my mom I'd pick up my sister. I'm so sorry. See you tomorrow at Hellfire!" 

And with the thud of the door slamming close, you were alone with Eddie. 

"Did that not sound like a shit excuse to you?" Eddie laughed when he finally retreated from the kitchen. You nodded and laughed sheepishly. You felt all your muscles tighten under his gaze.

"So, you have a silly high-school crush on me, hmm?" Eddie chuckled when he sat down next to you. You couldn't help but smile. Of course, he wouldn't beat around the bush. "Yeah, apparently I do." The sound of the rain increasing outside caught your attention. Hopefully, Jeff had come home in time. 

You turned to look at Eddie as he leaned back on the couch. His stupid shirt rode up again, and your eyes betrayed you, begging for another look at his abdomen. They darted back to his, but a smirk had already formed on his face. You crossed your legs and tried to conceal the way your breath was quicking, but there was no use.

"I think I'm starting to like my new look. You?" He raised his hands to gesture to his torso. He spread his legs as he took a long drag of his cigarette. Your mouth gaped as you openly goggled. "Uh, yeah. Looks, uh, good. Looks good. Great. What the fuck." You stammered. You placed your hands over your eyes and let yourself sink into the couch. You gave up. 

"Looks great, huh?" He blew a cloud of smoke up at the ceiling. "You fucking know it does, Eddie." You moaned, giving him a death glare. "I know, I know... How could I not? You've been fucking drooling all day. Quite the confidence booster, I must say." His cigarette-free hand found its way onto your thigh confidently. 

"Jeff claims you have a 'thing' for me." Your fingers raised in a weak attempt at air quotes, but you found your brain preferred itself to function over all other bodily functions. Eddie choked a laugh as he'd just gone for another drag of his cigarette. "Jeff would be correct." 

He took a drag and leaned closer, the hand on your thigh inching higher. "Been drooling over you a lot longer than today, sweetheart." His voice was hoarse, clouded with smoke that entered your nostrils as he spoke. 

"Eddie..." You whispered, head leaning to the side. You weren't even sure what you were asking him to do. His lips made their way to your neck, leaving a trail of pecks until he reached the spot directly beneath your ear. "Give me the word." His breath made you shiver. 

"Give me the word, and I'll fucking ruin you, baby." 

Your mind flashed back to earlier today. You knew you'd been lying to yourself about your attraction to Eddie for some time, but did you really want to risk it? Was this not just you being touch-starved and desperate? Desperate for Eddie. 

"Please." Your mind was made up. It was only a breath, but he'd heard you loud and clear like the thunder roaring outside. 

Eddie didn't waste a second as he put out his cigarette hastily. He grabbed both your thighs and slid you onto your back effortlessly. His hands found your hips as you placed yours on his chest. "Last chance to back out, angel." 

"I want you to wreck me, Eddie."

"Fuck, alright." He muttered under his breath before finally placing his lips on yours. He took all the air from your lungs with desperation. His hands made quick work of your clothes. Everything but your panties. 

He was about to reach down and take off his shirt, but you stopped him. "Not yet. I wanna do it. Wanted to rip that ridiculous shirt off you all day." You confessed when you pulled him back down for more kisses. He laughed against your lips. "If I knew all it took was to rile you up was showing a little skin, I would've been labelled the town skank, not the freak. Maybe both, if we're being honest." 

You giggled and took hold of the necklace dangling in front of your face. You flipped the plectrum over and noticed something you'd never noticed before; it was engraved. "It's my mom's initials." He mumbled against your neck. "But, no time to get sappy right now." He ground his hips against yours, and your mind blanked.

You felt Eddie groan against your throat, his hips unable to stop seeking friction. His hands made their way up your chest, testing the water. He glanced up at you to ask permission, and you nodded. "I need your words if we're gonna do this, baby." He kissed your lips and awaited your answer. "Touch me." He gave you a harsh gaze. "Please, Eddie."

"Good girl, so eager for me." He pinched your nipple. Your reaction was instant, whining for him to continue. You pressed your hips up, trying to return to the rhythm Eddie had set before. A wicked laugh escaped him as he tutted. "You're so fucking desperate. It's adorable, really." 

You wanted to object, but you couldn't deny the obvious truth. You were so desperate for him, it was pathetic. Eddie did something to you you couldn't even begin to comprehend. Your chest was tight with anticipation, awaiting his next move. 

When he didn't seem to be taking any action, you went to put your hands on his abdomen. You'd been fixated on it throughout the day, after all. Eddie gave your hands a disciplinary smack and grabbed your wrists, placing them against the armrest of the couch. 

"If you want me to continue, these are gonna have to stay right there. We're doing this my way, sweetheart. They move, I stop." His teeth nibbled at your earlobe teasingly. You wanted nothing more than to roam your hands all over him. You didn't know which was worse, not being able to touch, or Eddie stopping whatever he wanted to do. 

You felt his tongue lick from under your earlobe to your nipple, taking it between his teeth. Your hips stuttered, pushing against Eddie in the best way. His hand crept down to the hem of your panties, toying with it. You were no longer in control of the noises escaping you, whines blending in with the sound of thunder. "Please, Eddie." Your eyes were squeezed shut and your eyebrows furrowed, frustrated at his deathly slow phase. 

The smile on his face was taunting, almost sinister. He didn't answer your plead. His mouth switched its attention from one nipple to the other. He was leaning on one hand while the other was touching you everywhere except where you wanted. 

When his fingers finally breached the barrier of your underwear, you sighed from the deepest part of your chest. At this point, you were breathing Eddie. He was all you felt. All you wanted to feel. You wanted him to devour you whole.  

"Been wanting to feel this pussy since fucking forever. You feel incredible, baby. Can't wait to bury my cock inside you. Gonna fuck you till you cry." Eddie was rambling thoughtlessly as his fingers stroked between your folds with the softest touch he could manage. He was torturing you, going as slow as his body would allow.

The now infamous Hellfire shirt caught your attention when Eddie's hands held the hem. You whimpered, your hands reaching forward to help him take it off. He stopped in his tracks, raising his eyebrows pointedly at your hands. You almost felt like crying and put your hands back against the armrest, frustration raging through your blood and straight to your nethers. 

He finally seemed to be undertaking real action, gradually sliding your underwear down your legs. Your lungs searched for air when he pushed your legs open achingly slow, glancing up at you with an ominous smile. 

He bent down and licked a strip from your knee to your inner thigh. "Keep those pretty legs spread for me, baby. No hands or I'll stop." If you'd known Eddie was gonna be such a tease, you might've reconsidered your actions. Patience might be a virtue, but it was definitely not one of your talents. His pace was tormenting you, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. 

The moan that left your mouth when his mouth finally made contact with your clit was primal at best. Your hands shot forward to grab his hair, a reflex, but all movement stopped. "Please, Eddie. Please. Fuck." 

He'd barely even touched you and he had you writhing, precisely how he wanted you; desperate and begging. Your voice was already so hoarse and fucked out. Eddie smirked to himself when he thought about how you'd sound when he was eventually finished with you. 

Your hands were once against pushed above your head and Eddie went right back to it, circling your clit with his tongue. Your head snapped back against the couch. You had to focus to keep your hands where Eddie demanded, as you didn't know if you'd survive him stopping again, even for just a second. 

You couldn't see what he was doing when you felt him shuffle, still mouthing at your cunt. You heard a clatter of light metal and quickly realized he'd taken off his rings. Your thighs instinctively pressed together when you finally felt his finger at your entrance. 

"You're fucking soaking for me, aren't you, darling? Want it so bad." He murmured when his mouth made its way back up your torso. You gasped when he pushed two fingers inside with ease. "You act so innocent, but you're filthy, huh? So desperate for cock. God, look at you. So good for me. If it weren't for the thunder, the whole park would've heard you by now, baby. Begging me to make you cum." His fingers sped up and curled in the absolute best spot. The pitch of your whines got higher and higher with every push of his fingers. 

"Cum for me." He whispered in your ear as he resorted to ravaging your clit. You couldn't breathe. Your legs trembled as you felt a familiar tightening in your gut. The entire room felt like it was spinning when you came on Eddie's fingers. His teeth latched onto your neck, sucking violently. How you were gonna explain the state of it in the morning was a worry for later. 

Your chest heaved, but Eddie was no better off. He was panting, jeans now so tight they must be cutting off his circulation. It was only now you'd realized one of his hands had resorted to pinning yours above your head. He was spread out on top of you, breath laboured. He was as much of a mess as you were. 

When your eyes finally met, your cheeks had the audacity to hog all the blood in your body. Were you getting flustered after this man had given you the best, most intense orgasm and was still positioned between your legs? The sheen in his eyes was one you didn't recognize. Greed. Hunger, maybe. 

When he freed your wrists, he looked lost in thought. You experimentally put your hands out to see if he would do anything about it. He didn't. Your hands were franticly trying to grasp him. You finally got them on the hem of his top and tugged at it greedily. When your fingers grazed the exquisite hair on his stomach, both of you shuddered. Your mouth had almost watered at the sight earlier today, and you were finally getting what you wanted. 

He raised his arms. You pulled the bane of your fucking existence off him and tossed it out of sight. You hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled him in for a kiss, palming him through his jeans. "I need to- I need. I want you, now." Your mind was a jumbled mess as you tried to make clear what you wanted. 

Eddie laughed cynically. "You're such a needy little slut." He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear endearingly. "Can't even talk anymore, can you?" 

He allowed you to ignore his comments and reach for his belt. Your fingers struggled to unbuckle it, trembling in anticipation and shock after your orgasm. You couldn't help but lean down and lick the strip coming from his waistband. Eddie's eyes rolled back when he felt your mouth exploring. Your eyes fell upon the tattoo you'd spotted earlier in class. The perfect route to follow with your tongue. 

You gazed up at Eddie while you licked gruellingly slow from his waist to his navel. His nostrils were flared, and his knuckles white. You pushed his jeans down and he stepped out of them, only leaving his boxers. You resorted to leaving innocent pecks, following yet another perfect road down to his pelvis. 

You held his balls through his underwear, nosing at his length through the fabric teasingly. His fingers wove themselves in your hair, perhaps holding on a tad too tight. Your mouth ghosted over the head. A groan finally left his mouth when he could feel your hot breath through the fabric. You'd been internally begging to hear him. How he'd had the self-control to remain quiet until now had your mind reeling. 

His grip on your hair tightened, and you received the message loud and clear. "What happened to patience, hmm?" You mumbled against his clothed cock with an inebriated laugh. You fondled a bit more, but suddenly, he yanked. A shriek left you as you gasped and looked up at him with a slacked jaw. You let out a pathetic whine. 

"Don't be a brat. You'd do well to remember who's in control here, sweetheart." You'd never seen Eddie this serious, face void of any legible emotion. A knot brewed in your stomach. It almost scared you, almost, but it turned you on to an extent you weren't willing to divulge. 

You'd caught glimpses of this side of Eddie. You'd assumed it was part of his act as Dungeon Master, ruthlessly slaughtering his friends. But it was becoming obvious it wasn't an act. It was a part of Eddie that was sadistic. A part that enjoyed the control he had over the game and his friends' emotions. 

Your face was back to being practically buried in his underwear. Your cheeks flushed when you noticed Eddie's proud stare... You were fucking drooling, literally. You moved to remove the last piece of clothing, but it looked like he had other plans. You were on your feet and inside Eddie's room in a flash. 

Eddie pulled his boxers down after harshly pushing you onto his mattress. There was no time to process his actions when he pushed you backwards, covering your body with his own. You saw his hand shake as he reached for his bedside table. Condom? "I'm clean." You breathed. "I know, baby," was all he replied. 

It wasn't a condom he'd reached for. Handcuffs. Of course, Eddie kept handcuffs in his bedroom. You heard them rattle with the shaking of his hands. Was he nervous? Or was he just as desperate to get inside you as you were? He took your hand and cuffed only one hand to the headboard. "You're gonna smack that pretty pussy of yours while I fuck you." He quipped with a wink when he caught your bewilderment. 

He pinned your hips to the bed when you wouldn't stop squirming. He took a deep breath before lining himself up with your entrance, grunting when he eased his way in. He offered a few testing thrusts before setting a comfortable pace, deep and swift. "What are you waiting for, slut. Slap your cunt for me." 

Your actions were hesitant, but Eddie took your free hand in his own and brought it down on your clit with full force. You cried out at the contact and tried to grab ahold of something to steady yourself, but Eddie held your wrist and used it as leverage to push himself deeper, faster. You felt your chest bounce ludicrously. Eddie revelled in the sight. He leaned close and placed a kiss between them before looking you dead in the eyes. 

"Smack or I stop, brat. And something tells me you wouldn't want me to stop." Another slap from Eddie's hand was delivered to the sensitive bud. You tried to match the rhythm but couldn't control the movements your body made to get you to stop. The smacks were weak, nothing like the ones Eddie delivered, but he seemed content when frustrated tears formed in your eyes. 

"You're gonna cry already? That's cute." Eddie grunted. The smacks you gave yourself relented, but he seemed satisfied you'd become a teary-eyed, mumbly, whiny mess. He let you recover, thrusting agonizingly slow. 

Just when your breathing slowed and your eyes glossed over, he combined a brutal movement of his dick with ruthless fingers against your clit. "Cum on my cock. I know you can do it." He delivered a blow with his free hand to your thigh. 

Tears rolled down your face as you screamed his name. You saw white as he continued pounding and stroking. You tried to pull yourself up with the hand tied to the headboard. "S' too much," you cried, tears wetting Eddie's pillow. 

"You can take it, baby. C'mon, one more, for me?" He cooed at your whines. You could see he was close. "You look so good when you cry for me. Gonna make me cum, baby. Wanna fill you up so bad." He was rambling, closing in on his release. He bent forward and took your nipple between his teeth, pinching the other with his free hand. The strokes on your clit made you twitch, but your third orgasm was nearing. 

Your body convulsed, tightening around Eddie, whose hips stuttered and came to a halt as he filled you with his cum. You felt like jelly, uncertain how you'd ever find the ability to walk again. A lasting tingle resonated from your fingertips to your toes. 

Eddie eventually pulled out when his laboured breathing had settled. He took a smug look at his cum leaking out of you before plopping down next to you and pulling you into him. 

You lay in comfortable silence for a minute before Eddie broke it. "So... how're we doing with the silly high-school crush?" 

"You're fucking unbelievable, Munson." 

"I sure do hope the fucking was unbelievable, seeing you came thrice." A pillow made contact with his face, your free hand being the culprit. "Can you uncuff me, you vain bastard?" He chuckled and nodded, turning to his bedside table to rummage for the key. He expertly unlocked the handcuffs in a swift movement. 

You rubbed your sore wrist and scanned the floor for something to clean yourself with. Your eyes fell on the tiny Hellfire shirt. 

"Remind your uncle to never let you do laundry again." You grumbled as you picked it up and wiped yourself down to the best of your ability. 

"Oh, you still think it was an accident?" 

...

...

"What?" 

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood Part 3

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Three Summary: Lori meets the Brothers.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 4 k

Warnings:

Series Warnings:

Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Three Warnings:

Masturbation, caught in the act, flirting, smutty thoughts, embarrassment, angst, fluff.

Authors Note: Thanks to @henryobsessed for beta reading.

I hope you enjoy it!

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

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Part Two Part Four

Lori

We had only been on the highway for a few minutes when I heard the other bikes. They drew up in formation and briefly took up all four lanes. Each rider was wearing their colours and full-face helmets so I couldn’t get a read on any of them, other than they all looked to be close to Sy’s size and build. Well, except one, who seemed a little slimmer, but was at least as tall as the others.

One of the riders signalled something to Syverson who inclined his head in response. Then two of the bikes pulled ahead while two others fell behind and they stayed that way for the rest of the journey.

The problem with being a pillion on a motorcycle, especially on a long stretch of highway, was that you didn’t have much to do except think.

It wasn’t something I normally had a problem with, I was fairly comfortable with my own company for the most part, but I had a lot on my mind and not a lot of it was pleasant.

There was one incessant thought, one that wouldn’t leave me alone despite how often I tried to ignore it. It was inescapable considering my arms were currently wrapped around the subject of those thoughts.

Syverson. He was a complication in my life that I didn't need right now.

The first problem was that he was attracted to me.

I shouldn’t be surprised really. Not because I thought of myself as remarkably good looking, but because he’s a biker and I’d heard the phrase “any hole is a goal” uttered too many times by guys like him to take his attraction as anything more than a passing interest.

When I realised he was checking me out, my first thought was that I should take advantage of it because if I got him on my side it might make dealing with him and the rest of the Brothers easier. So I played up the innocent girl act by biting my lip and looking wide-eyed. But if I'm honest with myself, it had only been partly an act.

The truth was I found Sy to be ridiculously hot. 

And funny. 

And honest. 

And kind. 

And sweet Jesus, when he swept his thumb over my lips I almost moaned.

Which was my second problem. I was attracted to him too.

Sy might appear a little different to most of the bikers I knew, but in the end, he was in the life and that meant he was not a viable option as a romantic partner. I’d seen too much heartache and too many failed relationships to go down that road.

I loved my mother, but I didn’t want her life. A life walking around a clubhouse wearing a patch that read “Property of ….” so other assholes don’t try to touch you, always being worried about his fidelity and the social stigma that comes from being associated. Not to mention the constant stress of knowing your partner could end up in jail or dead.

Still, there was no harm in flirting with him, right? Who knows how long I was going to be stuck with them, so what was the harm in having a bit of fun? I’m sure he’d be up for it. I've yet to meet a biker who wasn't keen for a bit of no strings attached sex.

No, not a good idea. Not with Sy anyway. I liked him too much already. He had made me laugh for God’s sake. After all the shit I’d been through, it only took one perfectly imperfect wink for me to melt. If he'd tried to pick me up in a bar and he wasn't in the life, there's no doubt in my mind I’d go home with him. 

No. Hooking up with Sy would be too risky. The last thing I wanted was to catch feelings.

I concentrated on ignoring how hard his body was, how good he smelled, how blue his eyes were, and how cute his dimples were when he smiled.

Fuck. Maybe it was already too late.

After a couple of hours of fixating on Sy and arguing with myself, I finally found something that took my mind off it. 

I was freezing. 

The icy wind of the Arizona desert cut right through my jeans. My knees were starting to ache and my leg muscles cramped. 

I huddled closer to Sy, leaning my head against his shoulder to use his huge form as a windbreak. It worked, mostly, but my hands were unprotected, my gloves were no longer enough to keep my fingers from growing numb. I started making fists, trying to keep the blood pumping, hoping it would warm me up.

I felt Sy take my hands, one at a time, and slip each into his unzipped pockets in the front of his jacket. Instantly they felt warmer, and once again I was surprised by his kind gesture. 

I tightened my arms around him, hoping he’d realise I was trying to thank him. He seemed to understand and gave my knee a gentle pat. He left it there for a few moments, and I could feel the warmth of him heating my cold knee through his glove. 

Ever so slowly, he moved his hand down my calf and rubbed it gently, as if he were massaging heat back into my cramping muscles, before he worked his way up again. I held my breath as he patted my thigh and I squeezed him tight again, this time tightening my thighs as well.

I suddenly didn’t feel quite as cold.

I was not going to fall for him, I was not going to let his tender gestures fool me. I was not going to be seduced by a few moments of sweetness and a nice smile and a strong body and amused eyes so clear and blue they were like the sky on a cloudless day.

No way. Not worth it.

As soon as the cold ebbed away, a sudden wave of weariness hit me and I felt tired. Dead tired. 

The rumbling sound of the v-twin between my legs, its gentle vibration at this speed, and the smoothness of the road became a soothing lullaby, and I found myself dozing, suspended in the twilight between being awake and asleep. It made the final hours fly by and it wasn’t until we turned off the highway that I was able to stay awake.

By the time Sy and the other riders pulled into a motel it was very late, well after midnight, and I felt a little sorry for the other guests. Not many people can sleep through the sound of one set of aftermarket pipes, let alone five. 

When Sy killed the engine, I groaned as a muscle in the bottom of my foot tightened. It was gonna take a minute for me to get off the damn bike and I was a little embarrassed as the others were already lifting their long legs over their rides and Sy was waiting patiently for me to dismount. The guy who had signalled Sy on the highway headed towards hotel reception immediately, not even taking the time to remove his helmet. 

I took a deep breath and willed myself to clamber ungracefully off the bike. My legs protested, but I was able to clear the bike before they gave out and I stumbled into a firm body that caught me by the shoulders before I ate pavement.

“Ooft! Easy sweetheart.”

I looked up at a man with a beard similar to Sy’s, but his hair fell around his face in thick curls, almost like a cherub from an old painting. His blue eyes were serious and a little stern, even as a smile split his face and his voice was unexpectedly warm. My breath caught in my throat, he was gorgeous.

“Has Syverson already worn you out?” he asked in a gentle voice with a soft and polite English accent.

His hands held my upper arms, straightening me until I was standing again. My legs still felt like jelly, and not just because of exhaustion. I was right when I thought the other riders were as big as Sy, this guy was at least as burly. But unlike Syverson this guy had the appearance of a cranky grizzly, having little of Sy’s playfulness despite his smile.

“Ease up, Marshall,” Sy said. I looked at him gratefully and one side of his mouth turned up in a smile in return.

“She’s fine,” Marshall said, and I turned back to him. 

He was staring at me, his head tilted to the side showing off a large black and grey rose tattoo on his neck and a small gage in his ear. He looked like he was studying me, and from the wolfish grin on his face, he seemed to like what he saw. My heart started to race, thundering so loud I thought there was no way he couldn’t hear it. 

“Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

I nodded slowly and Marshall tentatively let me go, keeping his hands close as if he thought I would fall again. Once he was satisfied I could stand on my own accord, he loosened the straps of my helmet and gently took it off before smoothing my tousled hair. He tucked the helmet under his arm while he helped me take my gloves off and shoved them into the helmet.

Two more bikers flanked Marshall. Both were unbelievably appealing too. One of them drew my attention immediately because of his unusual and striking appearance. He had silvery-white hair pulled back into a braid which isn’t unusual in itself but his face wasn’t that of an old man; he looked to be in his late 30s. The other was younger, probably my age, no way was he over 25. He appeared to have a youthful enthusiasm that I hadn’t seen in the others.

I stared at all four of them with my mouth no doubt agape. These weren’t bikers, these were models, each one more attractive than the last.

“I’m Mike,” the younger one introduced himself, grinning broadly. 

He was cute and cheerful, his blue eyes seemed to sparkle as if he knew something you didn’t. He had a barbell piercing through his eyebrow and a small stud in one of his ears. There was a glimpse of a tattoo that poked above his jacket and up his neck, but I couldn’t make out what it was. 

I instantly liked him and returned his affable smile. In a way, he reminded me of my brother before the drugs and the club sucked the life out of his eyes. I stuck my hand out to give him a shake, but before I could introduce myself, he threw his arms wide and wrapped them around my waist. He squeezed with a groan and lifted my feet off the ground. I yelped but started to giggle; I was not expecting this level of flirtation within seconds of meeting him. I liked it though, his flirtations came across as playful and fun rather than sleazy.

“Mike,” Sy barked.

“Fuck, alright.” Mike put me down but not before he whispered in my ear, “He never lets me have any fun.” 

Mike planted a quick kiss on my cheek and let me go. Marshall must have seen because he smacked the back of Mike’s head.

“Fucking creep,” Marshall reprimanded. 

I was worried that it would go further than that, but Mike just chuckled and rubbed the back of his head like it was something he was used to.

Sy stood beside me and laid a heavy arm lightly around my shoulders, directing my attention to the other biker.

“This old man is Geralt,” he said, smirking.

Geralt gave Sy a weary look from beneath lowered brows before he offered me his hand with a half-smile. I took it and I gasped as I looked at his eyes, I had never seen such bright amber eyes in real life before. They were beautiful and appeared to shine even in the darkness of the car park. I opened my mouth to tell him my name when I heard another voice behind me.

“Syverson.” A set of keys were thrown at Sy, which Sy caught easily in one hand. “Take the client to her room, you take the first watch.” 

I turned to the guy, he wasn’t looking at me, his eyes were on Marshall, throwing him another set of keys. 

“Marshall, you’re with Mike, second, third shift. Geralt, you’re with me, fourth, I’m fifth. Any questions?”

I felt Sy stiffen, seeming to bristle at the orders. This last Brother was obviously in charge and when he finally looked in my direction, I could see why. 

He took my breath away. He was just as attractive as the others but he had a next level aura of danger that the others couldn’t compete with. He shouldn’t be so good looking; by all rights his Tom Selleck moustache should look ridiculous, but it somehow didn’t.

“Walker,” he said simply.

“Lori,” I managed to mumble. There was something about Walker that simultaneously made me feel hot and cold. He wasn’t tattooed or pierced the way the others were, but he was far more intimidating than the rest of the Brothers.

He smirked and raised his eyebrows as he looked me up and down. 

“She’s pretty,” he said, while still appraising me, and obviously not addressing me, “but I don’t get what all the fuss is about.”

Heat rose to my cheeks as anger and embarrassment swirled within me. I was tired, sore, and been through hell in the two weeks since my parents had been killed; the last thing I wanted to do was get into an argument in a car park. But I knew if I was going to get any respect from this guy I couldn’t let his rudeness slide. I knew guys like Walker and I couldn’t let him get away with shit like that or he’ll think he can walk all over me. 

I was also too exhausted to fight, too tense, so I snatched the keys and my bag out of Sy’s hands and made my way to the room.

“Jesus, Walker,” Sy said behind me. “Do ya always have to be such an asshole?”

If Walker replied, I didn’t hear it. 

I opened my room and slammed the door closed, locking it behind me. I went straight for the bathroom, dropping my pack carelessly on the bed and stripping off my clothes as I went.

The room was basic but clean and well maintained, however the bathroom left a lot to be desired. I took one look at the showerhead and knew it wouldn’t be the best shower of my life. 

When I turned the water on, the pressure was so hard I had to cover my nipples before I could stand to be under the spray. But the water was blessedly hot and was exactly what I needed to soothe away the aches and pains of the ride.

I leaned my forehead against the tiles and took advantage of the harsh spray, letting the water massage my back. It felt good, real good, and as my thoughts started to drift, a familiar need began deep in my core as my body cried out for my nearly nightly ritual before I slept. 

My hand moved slowly over my breasts, nipples hardening under my fingers, I turned around, the water pressure no longer hurt, the stinging pain only served to heighten my arousal. I pressed my back against the cool tiles as my hand drifted lower, the competing temperatures made my skin feel electrified, sensitive to every touch. My fingers danced slowly over my belly, getting lower, and lower until they slid over the small patch of hair on my mound. I shivered as the pads of my fingers ghosted over my clit, seeking the warmth and slick of my throbbing heat.

A moan escaped my throat as I slid two fingers inside me, curling them deeply, feeling for that smooth spongy spot. It was hard to reach at this angle, so I widened my legs, curled my spine and groaned as I found it. 

I closed my eyes, letting my thoughts wander, thinking for a moment of Jake, my sometimes fuck buddy, but quickly my thoughts shifted, and it was no longer his face I saw in my mind.

Images of Sy came quickly, the way he felt as I held him while we rode. How he had caressed my leg sent shivers up my spine as I imagined him touching me like that again, skin against skin. 

But that wasn’t all, I thought of all of them, Marshall, Mike, Geralt, wondered how each of them would feel. Would their hands be rough on my skin? Would their lips be soft on mine? Would they grunt and groan? Would they whisper words of praise in my ear? Were they dominant, or primal, or tender, or giving, or maybe all of it at once? I know I shouldn’t let these men invade my fantasies, but God, I couldn’t stop.

Then I thought of Walker with that smirk, that teasing grin that made me want to both slap him and drop to my knees.

“Fuck,” I mumbled as my thighs started to tremble.

“Fuck!” cried a louder, deeper voice.

I froze. I became a deer in headlights as I looked towards the door and saw a figure distorted by the thin layer of condensation that clung to the glass of the shower.

Snapping into action, I swiped an arm across the glass catching a fleeting glimpse of a wide-eyed Sy as he slammed the bathroom door shut.

I turned the water off and grabbed a towel, my breath coming in heaves, my guts churning as my face burned with embarrassment.

Okay. Think about this clearly. He couldn’t have actually seen anything, the glass was too fogged up. 

He had heard though, there was no doubt about that. 

Oh God.

I had been thinking about him, and the others too. I had left the bathroom door open and everything, he’s going to think that I did that on purpose. But I didn’t, I had locked the door to the room and…

Asshole!

Fury overtook my shame and I stormed out of the bathroom.

“You pervert! I locked the door.”

Sy was standing by the window, peeking through the curtains. His jacket was off, slung over the back of a chair and a silver handled gun was strapped to his thigh. He turned slowly, taking in my appearance and sucked on his bottom lip as he took a few steps towards me.

“It’s a hotel, Babycakes. They have spare keys.”

“My name is Lori and I would have thought a locked door meant I wanted privacy.”

Shrugging, he grinned. “You ain’t gonna get much privacy until we get to the Clubhouse.”

“What? You’re staying in here?” My voice was a little shrill but Sy nodded and I shook my head. “No. I thought you’d wait outside the door. I don’t want to be sleeping here with… men I don’t know.” 

I almost said Walker but stopped myself. Oddly he was the only one I didn’t feel like I could trust.

“You scared of us, baby?” Sy asked in a low voice.

The back of his fingers skimmed over my still damp shoulder and down my arm. For a moment I couldn’t breathe, his touch was eerily similar to what I had just been fantasising about, gentle yet deliberate, hot and thrilling.

“Why?” My voice was huskier than I hoped it would be. “Does that turn you on? Is that the kind of sick shit your club is into?”

“Not at all,” Sy replied steadily, smirking, “I like my women willin’.” He cupped a hand under my jaw, lifting my chin higher. “Did ya finish the job in there?”

My eyes widened in shock, I didn’t think he would be so bold as to come right out and say what he saw. He chuckled as his hand slid down my neck, resting on the bare skin of my chest.

“I could give ya a hand if ya want,” Sy said, his voice seemed lower if that was possible, deeper, rougher, deliberately seductive, “Might feel good.”

“Is that a standard service you offer as part of your contract or…?” 

I tried to sound disinterested, but my voice betrayed me. I was breathless, my body was a hot, throbbing mess. Sy licked his lips and my eyes were drawn to them. They looked so plush and inviting, and the whiskers surrounding his mouth seemed so soft. 

“It’s an optional extra,” Sy shrugged and his fingers traced the edge of my towel, “But for you, I’ll throw it in for free, no charge.”

“No thanks.”

It’s what I said but it’s not what I meant. I said no out of habit, having said no to men like him my entire life. It was a lie and an obvious one. My fingers were already sinking into his beard, and I could feel him clench his jaw beneath my touch and his nostrils flared. Taking half a step closer, I met his eyes. They were hooded, dark and still held a glimmer of amusement. His hand moved to the nape of my neck, the other snaked around my waist, resting on the small of my back.

“Then how ‘bout I eat ya pussy cause I want to?” 

He pulled me closer, our bodies met and his fingers slid into my hair. I put a hand to the centre of his chest, I had every intention of pushing him away and he must have known because he held me tighter, pressing his hardness into my hip. 

“’Cause I wanna hear ya make those noises again, but this time I want you to make ‘em because of me.”

My core fluttered, no it was more than that, every muscle in my body seemed to quiver with anticipation of his offer, and dear God did he have the confidence of a man that knew he could deliver.

“No thanks,” I managed to utter. Barely.

Sy’s grin didn’t waver as he inhaled deeply and let me go. 

“Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug and went back to his position by the window.

It took me a minute to get my bearings. I was completely dumbstruck, still overwhelmed by Sy even though he was now across the room.

I cleared my throat and swallowed hard. Fuck me, was I in trouble here.

Sy glanced at me over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow as the corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk.

“You’re really gonna stay here all night?” I asked.

“For a couple of hours, then one of the others will take over,” he said, his voice sounding a little more serious and matter of fact than it had moments ago.

I didn’t like the sound of that. All five of them coming and going in my room while I slept, me not knowing who I’d wake up to?

Despite Sy’s advance or maybe because of it, I felt like I could trust him and would rather he stayed with me than the others. Having to keep an eye on one horny biker would be easier than having to watch out for five.

I took my bag from the bed and dressed in the bathroom, with the door closed. Though I was beat, I blow dried my hair with the shitty hair dryer the hotel had attached to the wall before braiding it.

While I was brushing my teeth I looked at my pyjamas in the mirror, realising now why Sy had chuckled when he saw them. When I packed, I had no idea the Brothers would actually be in my room with me. The tank top was so thin you could see the dark pinkish skin around my nipples.

The thought made my body warm. Part of me liked the thought of them seeing me like this. But I knew it would be a mistake to go down that road. Nope, my pussy would be a barren wasteland for the foreseeable future.

Pointedly not looking at Sy, I went back into the room and grabbed my shirt from the floor, turning it the right way round and slipping it on over the top.

First thing I was going to do when I got to the clubhouse was buy new pyjamas.

[kanmom51]

I’ve been watching the JK/JM IG angst with interest. People are really losing their SH*T over it! Why isn’t Jimin posting? Why didn’t JK comment on the few posts he has done? Why are Jk and V interacting in IG? What does it all mean!? Thankfully, you’ve made a couple of really Important points on this. 1. These are business accounts. They were all activated at the same time and were created (as I believe was mentioned) to give the artists a chance to basically sell their brand, to let fans get to see some things about them individually. They do not have to share ultra personal stuff, and most likely won’t. 2. If JK &JM are together all of the time, why WOULD they need to comment on each other’s posts? They most likely just share them with each other in real time. Kinda like when JM told everyone to email him their submissions for BE and JK said “I can just tell you mine, right?” Why? Because they are always together, so emailing would have been unnecessary and redundant.

People also say that something must be wrong because JK & JM used to post selcas and interact more on social media than they do right now. Well, they are older and have probably learned the hard way to be selective in what they share. Still, we’ve recently had a LOT of very nice LIVE Jikook moments (concert moments, a couple of great VLives, press, behind the scenes, Etc.…). These are unscripted, spontaneous moments that show the real deal that is Jikook. On the flip side of that, Social Media posts are basically scripted. The poster thinks about what they want to share, what the reaction will most likely be, etc. With Jimin getting so much crap on Social Media from crazy antis (TKK)why would he want to put himself out there? He’s doing the bare minimum and that’s it. He’s even said he’s “not on the internet much”, meaning social media I assume. It’s a mentally dangerous place to be for him, so he’s smart to keep it an arms length. Bottom line, when we’ve seen Jk & JM together for anything recently, all indications are that they are still together and very happy. Nothing has happened to say otherwise. Why is everyone so willing to go down that road with no evidence to support it? Yes, JK and V have had interactions through IG, but nothing about it has been “romantic”. I mean, Jk even used that Mike Tyson quote about everything being good until someone gets punched in the mouth when talking about V wanting to spar. That’s BRO talk, not BF talk. Can you imagine him talking to Jimin that way? Good grief, the man wouldn’t even shoot fake camera bullets at him! JK and V are friends/bros obviously, and we should all be glad to see it.

Anyway…sorry this is sort of a rant, but I just had to speak up. Thanks for always being so reasonable and for taking the time to answer everyone, even those who must rub you the wrong way. You are amazing! (Side note: I’ve enjoyed watching a lot of your posts recently to tide myself over while I wait for everyone to come back from their break. Watching all of the Jikook content together like that makes their relationship overwhelmingly obvious. They are just lovely, aren’t they?)

Wise words indeed, you are certainly welcome to rant here anon.

Thank you also for your kind words. And yes, they certainly are lovely.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Epilogue ask time!! Okay, so I have been thinking about this non-stop ever since I read that line near the end, i dunno which chapter it was but it must've been before the Henry boss battle--Mike basically says something along the lines of "save that for the wedding" to Simon, and now I H A V E to ask. What would Simon and Mike's wedding REALLY be like? Would they invite everyone? What would their wedding cake look like? (gosh, I am SO pumped up for this couple, they are so goshdarn cute--)

.(I honestly can’t recall why I haven’t answered this ask when it was time :c I’m sorry Yeah, epilogue ask time! Even if you might never will see this answer, hah. Sorry for having been gone so long! But better late than never and all that. ALSO: TUMBLR DOESN'T PERMIT LONG ANSWERS ANYMORE? I'LL TRY TO EDIT IN THE WHOLE THING AFTER POSTING, BUT IF YOU CAN'T FIND IT, YOU’LL KNOW IT’S ON MY AO3)

It was a normal day in the renamed Afton household. Which means that the household was currently a dilapidated Freddy’s. Unlike most dilapidated Freddy’s, this just felt mildly depressing and empty. Any soul that would have haunted the immediate area was gone by now, as Dave and Old Sport were busy to pick the last few springlocks out of Dave’s skin. “How many children are we at now? This has at least been thirty! How did you even MANAGE to capture so many kids without anyone EVER noticing?” “Hey, Old Sport, it ain’t my fault that 460,000 children go missin’ every year! I’ve only ever gotten like- yeah, 30 a year, at best! With all the police swarmin’ and all that. That ain’t nothin’ compared to children goin’ missin’ every year!” “… we’ve only made it through ONE year’s worth of your murder?!” “Eh, we’re makin’ pretty good progress if you ask me-“ The door to the room was very abruptly slammed open. Circus Baby stood in there and after an appropriately dramatic pause, she came inside and slammed a few pictures onto the table. “IMPORTANT NEWS, DADS! MIKE AND SIMON ARE CURRENTLY ON THE MOVE. INTEL SAYS THIS IS THE LOCATION!” “You don’t need to scream, we hear you just fine!” Old Sport leaned back, relaxed. “Ooooh, pretty!” Dave picked up the images. “Yes… too pretty.” Baby scoffed. “Don’t you notice something about these pictures?” “Ya really got talkin’ like a crazy detective down. That Ethan guy really impressed you, didn’t he?” “No- no! Not at all!” She huffed and turned a bit. “But just- look! There’s a church there! And travelling all the way there… isn’t it clear what is going on?!” “Enlighten us, my body is ready.” Interested the Orange Guy leaned forward. “They. Are. Trying to…” A pause. Then abruptly she ripped one of her arms up, pointing a finger into nowhere. “MARRY!” “WHAT!?” “YES! AND THEY HAVEN’T INVITED US. AND FROM COMMUNICATION WITH BASE-“ “Oh, did you say hi to Jeremy for us?” “Yeah, I did- BUT NO THE POINT. COMMUNICATION WITH BASE REVEALED: THEY HAVE ALSO NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE OPERATION. MIKE AND SIMON HAVE GONE ROGUE AND PLAN TO GET MARRIED PATHETICALLY AND ALONE WITHOUT ANY OF THEIR FRIENDS. CAN WE STAND FOR THAT!?” Immediately, the both of them stood up. “NO SIR!” “THAT IS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR: OPERATION ‘BIG WEDDING, IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT’ COMMENCES N O W!” The fact that maybe, POTENTIALLY these two were just going on a nice trip was carefully considered by Old Sport and then passionately discarded. As was the potential that they weren’t invited on purpose. Or that there were still children’s souls to save. They waited decades- surely, they could wait some more, eh? - - - Mike was the first to wake up. He was groggy and confused, but his hand immediately reached for his partner. “Ssss- simon…?” A cough beside him snapped him fully out of it. Simon was stirring besides him, groaning. Quickly Mike leaned over him, gently slapping his face. “Simon?! Please- wake the fuck up.” “… Mike…?” It came back, as groggy. Then, a soft, raspy laugh. “… you look… beautiful… am I dreaming…?” “Christ, Si. What’s with the sentimentalities? Wake up.” Shifting on the spot, the heavy fabric around his legs confused him for a moment- “WHAT THE FUCK.” Jumping back, he stared down at himself, inspecting baffled the completely white and glittering wedding dress he was wearing. Now that he thought of it- Simon was wearing an elegant dark suit with a light blue tint. “What the FUCK!?” “Aaah… were we kidnapped?” Simon got slowly up, looking around, not caring too much about his appearance. “… you’d think now that we’re away from Freddy’s, that would be over…” Flustered, Mike stood up straight and gritted his teeth. “… whoever the fuck did it, I’ll break their necks. You don’t fuck with a Freddy’s veteran, not if you want to live.” Simon just snorted in response, but allowed Mike to gentle help him up- laughing a little again, as Mike carefully checked him over. “Really- I’m fine. Don’t worry. Just a bit dizzy.” “Good. Their deaths will be quick instead of slow then.” They spotted a door. Their exit? Carefully they approached- and before Mike could try the handle, a hand wrapped itself around his. Looking back, Simon had furrowed his brow and nodded determinedly at him. We have been through worse. Together we will get out. They pushed open the door… … light flooded in. Immediate cheers from all sides and elegant organ music was playing. Glitter and white petals were falling from over them, as they tried to desperately to regain orientation. They were in a giant church, and the benches were filled with animatronics, fellow Phone Guys who looked rather confused, and at the very front was Jeremy, in a priestly outfit, smiling and waving at them. “CONGRATULATION!!!!” Marion was by his side like a shadow, looking skeptical- but also raising a hand in greeting. Old Sport was nowhere to be seen, however it turned out terrifyingly enough that it was Dave of all people on the organ, playing his heart out in the fanciest clothes he seemed to find. Actually, all these fancy suits seemed to have a similar style… “… did you rob a fucking wedding dress venue?!” Baby by the front gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. “ABSOLUTELY! ONLY THE BEST FOR YOU! Well- I wanted to give BOTH of you dresses, but Jeremy said that wasn’t traditional and that we didn’t know what you would want- so eh. I’m sorry, I gave my best to make BOTH of you beautiful.” Funtime Freddy didn’t even need to raise his voice to be audible over the cheers. “YYY---YYEAH! S-S-soo we G-GAVE it to the one who- one who- NEEDED IT THE MOST! HA-AHAHAha-A-A-A-AHAHAH!” Simon stood up straighter. “DO NOT TALK THIS WAY ABOUT MY MIKE! OR I’LL- I’LL UH- KICK YOU OUT OF MY WEDDING, RIGHT NOW!” “No—NOOOOO!” Funtime Freddy looked horrified. “I- I- AM SOooOO- S-SORRY! P-Pleas-eee-e! Don’t- don’t- kick m-e-e-e OUT!“ “Then watch yourself.” Simon dragged Mike a bit closer. “… are we actually fucking doing this?” Quietly Mike whispered to him as they walked up the rows. “… we should play along for now… and if we see a chance, we’ll get out. Take revenge, or- uh- whatever.” “If you say so. I’m with you to the end.” They arrived in front of Jeremy, who made a gesture to quiet the room, with Dave taking the que to play a quieter, marriage appropriate song on his instrument. “Hey, uh- Jeremy.” Casually Simon started, clearly having a plan. “I appreciate this, but uh- you’re not a priest, right? Aren’t only priests allowed to do stuff like this? Baptism, marriage, all that? We can wait for you guys to find a proper priest…” Sadly, Jeremy’s lovely smile broke that hope immediately. “Oh, actually, protestants are allowed to baptize themselves if no priest is there. I think as long as two witnesses are there…? But yes. Same for marriage! No worries- I gladly do it! I also made the cake!” The promised couple turned their head around to spot a giant cake. Beautiful multiple layers of delicious goodness. “It’s with strawberries!” Happily Jeremy said. “I picked the motive.” Cooly Marion pointed out. “Jeremy almost made a golden Fredbear and Springbonnie cake.” “It would have been cute.” Jerry pouted, but Marion’s eyes didn’t leave Phone Guy. “… I thought a cool fire motive would connect with you guys better.” And indeed, the huge red and orange cake was a piece of art with glass-like sugar tips that looked out and broke the light like a frozen fire. The rest of it looked mouth-watering filling, vanilla and chocolate pieces on top, to completement the fruity mass. Mike nudged Simon’s side. How about doing it for the free cake? Simon shrugged, not opposed. Jeremy rose his arms. “We have gathered today, to witness the wonderful and loving union of these two people. You will know them as your friends, your employers, to some even our heroes-“ “Can we speed it up?” Mike scoffed. Dave from above laughed. “TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WOULDN’T WANT THE WHOLE SPIEL.” Looking a tiny bit offended, Jeremy shook his head. “Fine, fine. Okay, so, in the name of god, pledging your lives, in sickness and in health, good times and bad times, through everything that could live throw at you- will you, Simon McCall, take Mike Schmidt as your husband?” What was that for a question even? Simon paused, looking into Mike’s storm-grey eyes. Those with the hint of blue, those that had looked at him so often in his life. The first time he hired him, the first time he stormed into his office complaining about the animatronics moving, the ones that had called him out relentlessly… the ones that had looked at him with untypical worry after he had fallen sick, the ones looking at him with apprehension, that slowly turned to trust… from then to now, this man had gone through all with him. Through all the disappointments, the terrors, the victories, the problems. “Yes, I do.” The words came out of him unintentionally seriously. But he meant them with his whole heart. “Good! Mike, through sickness and health, through the good and the bad-“ “Yes, I do.” Mike answered with an intensity untypical of him. A seriousness that could hardly be rivaled, only matched by Simon’s before him. They had been through sickness and health before, through pain and joy, through everything life could do to them. And for Simon? He would do it all again. Without hesitation. Jeremy sniffled a little, clearly moved. “Then- I shall declare you husband and husband. Put the rings onto each other’s fingers and kiss, a union for all to see.” A door to the side had opened among the cheers and cries of the audience and the glammed up Old Sport came out, holding a box. The noises of celebration became louder when he stepped beside Jeremy, between the couple and opened the box. Mike and Simon stayed quiet however. “… those are fucking grenades.” Cheerful Old Sport pointed at the golden rings with each two red and a blue stone at the top of the grenades. “No worries, the rings are at this part here. All you gotta do is pull them off!” “They will blow up if we do that.” “Love will protect you <3” “… how did you make that noise with your- you know what, never-fucking-mind.” The church had gone quiet again at this point, everyone watching breathlessly. Slowly Mike looked deep into Simon’s dial. They nodded slowly, at the same time. Their heartbeats were in totally synchroneity. It was time. Both of them picked up their respective grenade slowly. The entire church held their breath- Within one immediate movement they pulled their respective rings over and in the same movement, Phone Guy dropped it in Old Sport’s hands while Mike chucked it with ALL power to the place were Dave was sitting, who in response JUMPED, but not AWAY, no! TOWARDS it, reaching out to catch the bomb, while Marion had already grabbed Jeremy, pulling him upwards, out of the blast radius, while Mike and Simon at the same time rushed towards the door, past the confused attendants, who made gasps of confusion- Rolling over the ground, Dave held up his one, smiling like a maniac. “OLD SPORT! OLD SPORT LOOK! I CAUGHT IT! THAT MEANS WE GET MARRIED NEXT! OLD SPORT-“ B O O M ! Thankfully, the grenades had simply been smoke ones that were fitted to look and to some degree sound like real ones. However, the smoke was extensive and cough-inducing and when it cleared, Mike and Simon were gone. “These BASTARDS!” Old Sport called out, rubbing his soot-smeared face. “Ah, the eagerness of freshly married couples.” Dave put a hand on his chest. “Gotta say, I’m jealous.” “Not THAT!” Disgruntled Old Sport pointed at the table that had stood by the exit. “THEY TOOK OUR ENTIRE CAKE!” “What!?” Appalled Dave cried out. “Unbelievable! These fuckin’ sewer rats. Next time we ain’t gonna invite them to their weddin’, bet they’ll feel stupid then!” - - - Somewhere, far away, a camper stood, with two people sitting on top of it. Each of them held a place with a big piece of deliciously expensive and sweetly flavored cake. “You win some, you lose some.” Mike took a bit bite. “But I think we won more.” “Where do you think they got these rings from?” Carefully Simon inspected the admittedly beautiful ring on his finger. “You think they, uh- stole it?” “Probably.” A shrug. “But I mean- well. Do we want to be married to each other with stolen rings…?” For a moment they looked at each other. Then they both shrugged. “Yeah, fucking whatever.” “Totally fine by me.”

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Sebastian Stan x virgin!reader

Warnings: 18+ readers, loss of virginity, age gap (reader of age/unspecified age), oral (f-receiving) protected sex (p in v), swearing

Sebastian had thought you were the prettiest little thing from day one of you living in the building. You and your roommate, Ben, were fresh out of college. At the time he thought you were a couple. But a couple of months after you'd moved in and having easily formed a friendship with Sebastian, you'd knocked on his door asking if you could crash on his couch for the night. Ben and his boyfriend were 'celebrating' their anniversary and as a depressed singleton, you didn't want to be around all the mushy love.

That night the two of you spent all night talking until the early hours, sharing all kinds of stories and secrets. After Sebastian had shared a rather hilarious story about one of his times with a girl when he was younger, you felt comfortable enough with him, to share the fact you'd never been intimate with anyone before. Your friendship really blossomed into something new from that day.

After months and months and months of flirting, and silent pining over each other your room had decided enough was enough. He was going to get the two of you together if it was the last thing he did.

"Just a minute!" Sebastian called out as he walked across his apartment to answer his door. "Oh, Ben, hey man, what's up?"

"Y/N's mad about you. You're mad about her. Quit the eye fucking, stop bugging me and do something about it. Now." Ben deadpanned before walking back into his apartment slamming the door shut.

Sebastian's mouth hung open in shock. Of all the things he expected to hear after opening the door, that was not it. He shook his head and shut the door before going back to what he was doing before Ben knocked. That night you were over at Sebastian's for your usual Saturday movie night. Although Sebastian sound it hard to concentrate after what Ben had said to him earlier. You couldn't possibly feel the same way about him, as he did you. Could you?

"Did I tell you they tried to set me up on another, blind date?" You huffed as you sat back down in your spot next to Sebastian on his couch.

Sebastian frowned, "Who? Ben and Mike?"

Mike was Ben's boyfriend, and the pair of them were known for trying to set you up with straight friends of theirs, even if they'd just met them an hour ago. Actually, most of your friends had a thing for trying to set you up with just about anyone that crossed their paths.

You shook your head. "My work friends." You rolled your eyes. "I told them I'm not interested. I'm happy as I am, with you." You teased.

Sebastian smiled at you and put his arm around you. "Aren't you sweet."

You giggled and snuggled into his side. "You know I'm right."

Sebastian nodded, "You're always right." He smirked.

The two of you turned your attention back to the film that was playing but by this point neither of you had a clue what was going on.

"Can, I ask you something?" Sebastian asked.

You hummed, "It's not about the film is it? 'Cause I haven't got a clue what's going on." You giggled making Sebastian laugh.

"Me neither." He laughed some more as he reached for the remote control and paued the film. "No, I wanted to talk to you, about something, Ben said to me earlier."

You sat up with a frown and turned to look at Sebastian. "What's he said?"

Sebastian sat up with a chuckle, "He said, and I quote, 'Y/N's mad about you. You're mad about her. Quit the eye fucking, stop bugging me and do something about it. Now.'" Sebastian smiled shyly, "I just, wondered-"

"I'm gonna kill him." You groaned, falling back into the couch as you covered your face with your hands.

Sebastian raised his eyebrow. "Is it true, Y/N?" You nodded, mumbling something into your hands that Sebastian couldn't hear. He rolled his eyes and pulled your hands away from your face. "What was that?"

Your face was a deep shade of pink as you chewed the inside of your cheek. Your heart was beating faster than ever, "I... I've never felt, like this before, about anyone, except... you."

Sebastian broke out into a smile, "It's true?" He reached up and brushed his thumb over your pink cheek. You nodded. "You've been eye fucking me?" His smile grew in a cheeky smirk as you let out a startled gasp, your face reddening even more.

"Oh, god." You groaned, falling over on to your side before you began laughing at him. "You're such an idiot!" You laughed and grabbed a pillow, giving Sebastian a playful whack with it.

"Hey," He chuckled, pulling it off you. "How about you kiss me instead, printesa?" He whispered. His hand cupping the side of your face.

You nodded biting your bottom lip.

Sebastian pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

Months of longing and wanting poured into it, as you tangled your fingers through Sebastian's hair.

"Sebastian," You pulled back just enough to speak, smiling as Sebastian began to lay soft kisses down your neck. "Can I ask you something?"

He hummed as he pulled back from you with dazed smile. "Of course, sweet girl." He leaned back into the couch looking up at you.

You let out a soft breath as you nervously picked at your fingers in your lap. "What, would you say if, I said... I want you, to be my first?" You looked up to meet his gaze.

Sebastian's eyebrows shot up in surprise before his lips curled into a grin. "Lucky me."

You rolled your eyes at him. "Seb! I'm being serious."

Sebastian chuckled. "I'm joking." He smiled at you and placed his hand over yours. "If, this is what you want, then I'm more than happy to share this with you." He reached up and tilted your head so you'd look at him. "Just so you know, the feelings I have for you are, unlike anything I've ever felt. You're special, Y/N, and you deserve to feel... Loved." He whispered and leaned in.

Your eyes fell shut as Sebastian covered your mouth with his. You pulled Sebastian closer to you as you opened your mouth, letting his tongue slip in and deepen your kiss.

"Take me to bed, Sebastian." You whispered against his lips.

He smiled lovingly at you before he stood up and held his hand out for you to take. Slowly the two of you made your way through Sebastian's apartment towards his bedroom holding hands.

"Don't be nervous, printesa." Sebastian whispered as he slowly kissed down your neck, his fingers curling under the hem of your shirt.

"M'sorry," You let out a nervous giggle. "I've just, thought about this moment, for so long... With you." You let out a soft moan as Sebastian kissed just below your ear.

"Me too, baby." He smiled and pulled back from you. "Just relax." He lifted your shirt up before pressing a hard kiss against your lips.

You felt high on life as Sebastian kissed and licked his way across your skin. His fingers lightly stroking you as the two of you undressed one another until you were both bare and laying on the bed.

"Beautiful," Sebastian whispered as he kissed your right inner thigh, then your left. He moved in close and ran his tongue through your lower lips, flicking your clit a few times before sliding it between your slit. "Fuck, you taste good." He moaned. He used his fingers to spread you open and began to lick and suck your pussy, moaning at your sweet taste. "So, good, baby."

"Oh, fuck!" Your back arched as Sebastian sucked on your clit. "God, Seb! More, please."

Sebastian smirked against you as he swirled his tongue around your clit. "That good, baby?"

You moaned, nodding your head as Sebastian gently slipped his middle finger inside of your dripping pussy.

"Fuck, baby," Sebastian moaned. His tongue flicked your clit as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

"Please, Sebastian, I-" You groaned, grabbing a hold of Sebastian's hair. "Please,"

"Not yet," Sebastian whispered and gently pushed a second finger inside your tight pussy. "Doing so good, baby." He whispered, kissing your thigh again before pressing his thumb against your clit.

Your pussy clenched around Sebastian's fingers as he worked you to orgasm. You cried out in pleasure.

Sebastian pulled back from as he slowly removed his fingers from inside you. "Fuck, baby," He licked his lips smirking at you. He knelt up on the bed and looked down at you with a warm smile. "You're so beautiful."

You giggled and pushed yourself up on your elbows. "Says you." You ran your eyes over Sebastian's naked body before settling on his smile.

Sebastian reached over and pulled open his bedside draw, grabbing a condom. He quickly opened the packet before slipping it over his hard cock. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Your breath caught in your throat as Sebastian crawled over the top of you.

He leaned down and gently pressed a kiss to your swollen lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he gently slipped his hands up your body as he settled between your legs.

"Ready, baby?"

You nodded taking a deep breath. "Ready."

Sebastian slowly slipped the head of his cock between your slit, slowly splitting you open as he filled you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as Sebastian filled you to the brim. He held you close, whispering sweetly in your ear as you dug your nails into his back.

"Shh, baby, doing so good for me." He moaned against your neck.

"Move, please, Seb." You begged. You held the back of Sebastian's head as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck.

Sebastian nodded, pressing his mouth against your forehead. He slowly began to pull out of you. The two of you began moaning softly, holding each other closer as Sebastian's cock filled you over and over.

"So good," You tightened your hold on Sebastian. "Yes!"

Sebastian pushed himself back onto his knees and moved his hand down, pressing his thumb against your clit in slow circles. He snapped his hips back and forth, his hand sliding up from your hip to your breast, lightly running his thumb over your nipple.

Your mouth fell open in a 'O' as you reached up and grabbed a hold of Sebastian's forearm, digging your nails into his skin.

You let out a loud cry as your body toggled and your orgasm rushed through your body. Your warm, velvety walls squeezed around Sebastian's cock, pushing him over the edge.

He collapsed on top of you, panting against your sweat covered skin before kissing you lightly. "Fuck, sweet girl, are you okay?" Sebastian pushed himself back so he could look at you.

You hummed softly, smiling up at him tiredly. "... So good." You gigged.