#the monkees smut

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I tell everyone writing relaxes me yet here I am frantically looking up when marble cake was invented to make sure that I'm being as historically accurate as possible

...In a smut chapter of my monkees fanfic

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jolenz + 27 or 32 for the kink prompts? :3

a list of 69 kinks– send a prompt and a ship -- 32 coming untouched (also #23...roleplay because I was going to combo them annnnd misread the number lol. Maybe I'll do #27 body worship at some point too.)

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"I feel we need to have a chat, Dolenz," Davy said, pacing across the floor.

Micky followed Davy obediently with his eyes. He didn't say anything yet.

Davy looked the part of the celebrity he'd been pretending to be for some time, first to save his life— at least, the life he had with The Monkees— and now for his own pleasure. He was dressed in the only tailored suit he might ever afford to own, working with the band, with properly-tied tie and shined shoes. He had a telescopic pointer, one they all often used when they were in the role of lecturer for their various ideas, shortened to the size of his palm.

Micky was in a considerably different state, sat only in his boxers on the edge of their bed.

"I saw a man took your suit," Davy continued, "Would you like to explain that?"

"It was a rental," Micky said, "I couldn't keep up the monthly payments."

They smiled at each other over the joke.

"Yes, I see," Davy said, "I'm sorry to say I'll have to let you go as my chauffeur. Maybe, if he'd at least left you the hat, but— well, this just won't do at all, will it?"

Micky fell to his knees, hugging Davy's legs, groveling. "Don't fire me, Mr. Jones! Please! This is the only job I've got! I might have a family that depends on me, someday! I'll find one this week, if you let me keep my job!"

Davy pet Micky's hair and let him grovel this way for longer than was really necessary for what they were doing. It had nothing to do with the character he was in at all. He loved Micky, loved the silly boy that would cling to him and make a fool of himself for him, and would have missed him so terribly if they'd had to be apart from one another that it made him have to blink away an itch creeping into his eyes. "Oh, don't beg," he said, "Get back up. I might have another position you can fill."

Micky scrambled back to sit up on the bed again. "Thank you, Mr. Jones, thank you. What is it? I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

Davy looked over Micky with consideration. Micky shimmied, tipped his head back, and pushed his slim chest out to make himself look the part of an eager prospective employee. "You've certainly got the right outfit…" His eyes dragged slow down Micky's body, taking in every inch that he could see. He knew it so well he didn't have to look at all; he knew it just as well when the room was dark, in the late night when they should have been sleeping, as he did with Micky posed perfect under the light just to be looked at this way.

Micky tipped his head, brows pinched. "Mr. Jones?"

"It gets very lonely, being a celebrity. No one ever thinks that, do they? They see all the riches and the glamour, but the truth is while there are as many things you could ever want, there's very little companionship. And I got started on this path so young you know…. I've never taken a woman out on a date that wasn't for the photographers. You and Tork and Nesmith, to tell you the truth, you three are the closest I've had to friends in my entire life." He had played the part as best as he could, with an earnest tip to his shoulders and large, pleading eyes, "I suppose that's a bit sad, isn't it?"

Micky shook his head emphatically. "It's not sad," he said, barely acting at all. And it was aided by the fact that there was some truth to what Davy was saying; the feeling of isolation, in coming to America and finding friendship waiting for him in The Monkees, was true even if he'd twisted the feelings up for dramatics. "But I don't understand. You want me to be your friend, Mr. Jones, sir?"

"Something more than that," Davy said. "I'd like for you to pleasure me."

"Pleasure—oh."

"As I said, it gets very lonely. And I think you'd be the right man for the job. Of course…." Davy snapped his wrist and the telescopic pointer flung out to its full length. Micky jumped at the crack of it. "If you're interested in the position, I'd have to see all of you—" He tapped Micky on the tip of his nose to make him go cross-eyed, then dragged the pointer down Micky's body, over his lips and the curve of his chin, down his chest, dipping briefly at his navel, and stopping at the waistband of his boxers. A tent had started to form in them, Micky's cock half-hardening somewhere between the snapping of the pointer and its journey down his body. "Just to be sure you can meet my needs."

Micky wasted no time in pulling his boxers down off his legs and kicking them away.

Davy dragged the pointer's tip along the length of Micky's hardening cock. "At attention, Dolenz," he said. He tapped the tip against Micky's shaft, gently, but quick enough to make him startle. "Do you need to touch yourself to give me an accurate account? Know it will be a point against you, if you do."

Micky shook his head in little, fast movements. And sure enough his cock was at its full length in no time at all, just from the whisper-soft touch of the pointer and the rougher touch of Davy's words. "Is it—" he started, stuttered, stopped and restarted, "Would it please you, Mr. Jones?"

"Yes. I think it would do nicely," Davy agreed. He pressed the pointer back to its compact size between his hands, then set it down on their nightstand. "But I still haven't seen all of you, have I? Hands and knees, Dolenz, and be quick about it."

Micky was quick about it, turning around and kneeling on the bed.

"Spread yourself," Davy said.

Micky was quick to do that, too, using both hands to spread himself open, leaving him kneeling face-down, cheek pressed on the mattress. Davy stepped in closer to examine him, then, and spit onto the hole that was exposed to him. For him. He ran his fingertip around it, feeling the shiver that went through Micky's body in the way his hole tightened, then pressed inside. Micky groaned softly and turned his face into the bed, maybe to muffle his noise but maybe just because it pleased him, and he had to move somehow.

"You are tight for me, aren't you, Dolenz?"

Micky nodded against the mattress.

Davy leaned in closer, pressing his finger in as deep as it could go, so that he could get as close as he could to whisper in Micky's ear. Their heights as they were, the angles as they were, he was closer to Micky's shoulder, but that was all right, and he broke character a moment. "You would love for me to fuck you, wouldn't you, Micky?" He bent his finger, rubbing against the spot that always got Micky seeing stars, and sure enough it got him moaning feral into the mattress and rocking his hips to fuck himself on Davy's finger.

Micky nodded fast again, and turned his face to say, "Yeah, Davy, yeah."

"I would love that, too, Dear, but it's not in the cards for us now, I'm afraid."

"Huh?" Micky asked, panting.

Davy didn't answer, not right off, and instead withdrew from him. "Go ahead and sit back up, you've passed your inspection." He watched as Micky drew himself back up to sit. "I can think of many ways I'd be able to enjoy myself with you. But we are in a bit of a bind at the moment. You see, this is still a job. And it's for my pleasure, not yours. You'd enjoy it as much as I did, were I to let you fuck me. Or if I were to fuck you. And I need to know you're doing this job for me, not for a selfish desire to come."

"I can't…I don't get to come, babe?"

Micky sounded actually heartbroken, earnestly distraught.

"Now, now, chin up." Davy did tip Micky's chin up, then, to kiss him. "This is your probationary period I'm afraid. You can still come—" Micky perked up, starry eyed. "—but I won't be touching you. And you won't be touching yourself." Micky deflated again. "Just your imagination. If you can come that way, you've earned it. And if you show me how well you can do, pleasing me, the next time I use your services I'll let you use your hand. The time after that, I'll use my hand on you. The time after that I'll fuck you. After that, if you've earned it, I'll let you fuck me." He pet Micky's hair again, tender. "And of course if that seems unfair to you, you can always reject my offer. I can't very well stop you from touching yourself, can I?"

Micky looked up into Davy's face. He shook his head. "I won't touch myself, Mr. Jones, I want the job."

"That's a good lad," Davy said. He smiled, and kissed Micky again, as though to make sure here were no hard feelings. Micky kissed him back, as though to agree that there weren't, then made the kiss deep and desperate to get as much mental fodder for himself to get off on. Davy knew his motive, indulged it only a moment before he pulled away laughing. "I think I'd like you on your knees today, Dolenz."

Davy watched as Micky got on his knees for him. Micky had to bend his back a bit, had to make himself smaller, and that was a thrill, that he had to work a little to suck him off. Micky undid his belt for him and slid it from its loops. He set it aside on the ground, unzipped Davy's pants and slipped his hard cock through the fly of his boxers. Micky licked his lips, wanting, then looked up at Davy and asked, "Can I sit, instead?"

Davy looked at him curiously, almost granting the request automatically, for Micky's comfort. But then he saw the way Micky's body was moving slightly. He took a step back and watched the minute thrusts of Micky's hips, not particularly hard if he were all the way up on his knees, but harder, with his ass to his heels and his back stooped a bit. Davy stroked himself, looking down at Micky and watching him mindlessly needfully, try to get off with the tiny, pathetic thrusts. "You want to hump the air, don't you, Dolenz?" he asked, "Like a dog?"

Micky let out a little moan. He nodded.

"Use your words," Davy said, stroking himself faster, his breath hitching, "Say it."

"Mr. Jones, can I, can I please sit down? I want to hump the air."

"Like?"

"Like a dog." He was panting like a dog, too, breathing hard. His cock was red, thick, leaking, twitching, already a mess from how badly he wanted to come.

"Yes," Davy said, and it was a yes for himself, his own pleasure in it, as much as it was agreeing. "Of course, Dolenz, make yourself comfortable."

Micky did. He sat down, letting his legs stretch between Davy's, and leaned back against the bed instead of bending to take Davy into his mouth, so he'd be able to get his back into his thrust.

That was a bit selfish, Davy thought, but he allowed it, and moved himself into position to fuck Micky's mouth. And since it was for him, and since he'd been so kind as to allow Micky comfort, he decided to take what he pleased. He grabbed Micky's hair to hold him in place and fucked his mouth roughly, used it with sharp, strong thrusts. And it was made all the stronger, all the sharper, when Micky did start fucking up into the air, bolstered by how wonderfully, absolutely desperate for him Micky was. Always was, really, even in the times they were together where he wasn't left in such a helpless state like this.

He pushed in all the way and held himself there, silencing Micky on his cock, and said, "I ought to make you stop, if you don't come before I do," breathless, his voice wavering, "Hold your hips down til you go soft, if I finish first." Micky whined around his cock, and oh, that made it worse, didn't it, certainly made him closer as the vibrations went around him. Davy moaned, too, said, "Yes, that's what I'll do."

Micky kept whimpering, moaning, as he pumped desperate at the air. And Davy let him have it alone for a moment, stayed pressed deep inside Micky's mouth, perfectly still to let Micky catch up with him a bit. But he felt the huffs of air fast from Micky's nose, right into his pubic hair, as though Micky were a runner trying to win his first marathon. And he felt those nice, needy whines around his cock. And that was all too good to keep still with, so he started moving again. "I hope you're close, my dear," Davy murmured, the sweetness of his words almost cloying with the torture they were bringing, "I am."

And sure enough, he was, and the next time he stilled it was to come down Micky's throat. And around the instinctive swallows, Micky let out an agonized moan that felt absolutely wonderful. And Micky's eyes screwed shut tight, and Davy knew he was willing it to happen, begging please please please let me come only to his own imagination. It was as Davy stepped back, knelt between Micky's legs so as to hold his hips down, that he managed it, in spurts across his stomach, up his chest. Davy offered some relief, then, gripping his cock and stroking firm to help.

"I knew you had it in you, Dolenz," Davy praised, moving up Micky's body to watch his face closely, still stroking him, until he knew the aftershocks had passed "You still want the job?"

It took a while for Micky to settle enough to talk at all, let alone to get around to an excited affirmative of, "You kidding me? Late nights, weekends, overtime, all the time—"

He came in for a kiss. Davy laughed and pushed his face away, but relented almost immediately after: "I might have a few extra shifts for you to pick up," he agreed, before kissing Micky deeply.

[onlymingyus]

Do Re Mi (70;teen Collab)

pairing; wen junhui x f reader

genre; smut (minors dni), fluff

warnings; unprotected sex, breeding kink, wife!reader, husband!jun, talk about having a baby, fingering, crying, mild dacryphilia, marking, scratching, cumplay, jun is able to lift the reader, there is a possibility i have missed some warnings

w/c; 4k and some change

70s;teen Collab Masterlist

a/n; hope you enjoy. this is my fic for the 70s:teen collab, please make sure you read all the other amazing fics on the masterlist! thank you to @onlyhuis and @wonwussy for proofreading.

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Jun lets out a tired breath as he uses his heel to push the front door shut before leaning against it. It had been a long day and he had been longing for this moment at least half of the day. After countless hours of answering students’ questions and being at the beck and call of the professor, Jun was relieved to finally be safe in the home he shared with you. 

It didn’t matter to him that it was small or that the sinks leaked. It didn’t matter that the walls were thin and that the windows shook when the train went by. Because you didn’t have to travel for work, not when the apartment was right above the little record store you ran. The most important part was that no matter how many problems this place gave Jun, its biggest selling point was that you lived there with him. 

The sound of The Monkees causes Jun to smile a bit as he pushes off the wooden door stepping into the living room towards the sound. You were different from him and that was what made you so special in Jun’s eyes. Where he tried hard to be responsible, frugal, sensible. It oftentimes made him seem, to those on the outside, boring and reserved. 

You on the other hand were every bit a child of the times, a free spirit. A small breath of a laugh escapes Jun’s lips when he finally finds you in the kitchen. Your bare feet skate across the linoleum, a wooden spoon in your hand as you dance along with the music. The smell of the soup you were working so hard on filled the man’s nose and Jun finds himself falling even more in love with you.

There was no way that anyone could look at you and ever find you boring. To those who didn’t know you and Jun well, you two seemed like an impossible pair, but in truth, you were the reason he felt like he could breathe. You were the reason he knew how to dance. He was the reason you were stable. You were each other's balance. 

“Babe, you know how to make me smile. You know that?” 

Jun’s voice draws you out of your moment, but you don’t seem to mind. Instead, you find yourself unable to hide your enthusiasm. You could tell how tired he was, but the fact that he did this every day and still managed to make you feel like you were on top of the world every day showed how great of a man he was. 

Moving into his arms, you let the hand holding the spoon rest over his shoulder as you grip his loose tie resting under his sweater vest with the other to pull him down to your lips. Jun chuckles against your lips, his own hands finding your hips, fingers pressing into your flesh through your thin dress as he returns your kiss. 

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again. Quit your job, we can live off the land.” 

Laughing again, Jun gives you one last kiss having heard the same words from you every day for the past year. He wished he could tell you yes. As much as he’d love to spend everyday with you on some farm away from the city, he knew he didn’t want his studies to go to waste. 

“So tempting, but I have to take care of my pretty little wife. Start a family with her. You understand don’t you, my little bird?” 

Leaning back you just smile because it was almost the same conversation you shared every day and yet you never grew tired of it. You weren’t sure how you’d ever get tired of hearing Jun call you his wife or hearing how much he wanted to start a family with you. It seemed no matter how tight money was, that was still the most important thing to him in the world. 

“Mm, I do. Tell me about your day. The soup is almost done.” 

Jun lets you slip from his fingers though it feels like the most difficult thing he has done all day. Watching you move back to the stove, he leans against the counter with a small sigh before reaching up to undo his tie completely. His eyes never leave you though they move up and down your body as you still sway to the music. 

“It smells great. It was just another day at the university, honestly. I’m too pooped to pop. I’m sure some food and rest will do me some good.” 

You laugh at Jun’s words, shaking your head as you push the spoon through the mixture in front of you as it bubbles steadily. 

“You work too hard. You are a real catch, Jun. I got lucky, I know I should do more than the record store.” 

Shaking his head, Jun frowns a bit at your words. Pulling the tie from his neck, he wraps it around his hand as he speaks looking down at the red material. 

“Absolutely not. It makes you happy, I like you happy. We do alright. I won’t be an assistant forever. I’ll finish up this degree and I’ll be the professor. I’ll make bread. We’ll be more than comfortable. Don’t you worry about that. Promise?” 

Glancing over your shoulder, you let your eyes fall to Jun’s hands before you find his eyes so you can offer him a smile and a nod. You believed in him more than anyone in the world. 

“Yeah, of course. Go get changed. Not that I don’t like seeing you all decked out, but maybe being comfortable might help you relax.” 

Jun can’t help but grin at your suggestion. He knew you were right. Pushing away from the counter, he nods, stepping in behind you. You are the one smiling when you feel his lips brush against your neck and his fingers against your stomach pulling your ass back against his hips. 

“Mmkay. I’ll be right back. I love you.” 

A smile stays on his lips as he hears you repeat the words back to him even as he trudges toward the bedroom leaving you to do what you were doing. It doesn’t take long before he is back in the kitchen with you. Instead of trousers, a button-up, a sweater vest, and a tie you smile as your husband sets the table wearing loose pants and a sweater you had bought for him. The day’s stress already seemed to melt from him with each passing moment. 

Dinner conversation passes with ease as always. Jun talks about his day but is always more interested in yours. His smile never ceases to make you feel warm and a bit shy at times no matter how long you have been with him. 

“That sounds like a great day, babe. Business is good then.” 

You laugh into a final bite of your food allowing Jun to take your dishes. The man never seemed to allow you to both cook and clean. Biting your lip, you tilt your head watching as he pushes his sleeves up moving towards the sink to go about his task as he still stays attentive to your words. 

“Yeah, it’s bitchin’. I love the store. Just music all day long, Jun. It’s like heaven on earth.” 

Jun grins, his hands covered in soap as he carefully washes the bowls knowing he has broken more than one in the past by accident. 

“Well, you own it. How can it not be heaven?” 

Rolling your eyes, you move from your seat to push in the chairs before making your way over to your husband. Wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, you can almost hear the smile on his breath when you lay your cheek against his back. 

“You are really certified. You know that right? Nobody talks like that. You’re cheesy.” 

Laughing, Jun washes the soap from his hands and dries them before lifting his arms and turning in his embrace to face you. With a smirk on his face, he goes as far as to bite on his bottom lip and shrug his shoulders. 

He was your ground in this chaotic world and right now this was all that mattered. Shaking your head you take a step back towards the living room causing him to laugh as you sway your hips to the music playing low on the record player. It was different from before. This was music for slow dancing, music for lovers. 

“Are you trying to tell me something?” 

Jun smiles brightly when a smile spreads across your pretty face. It didn’t matter how tired he was. Your smile was like a shot of vitamin c injected right into his veins. 

“Maybe. I got good vibes about things lately. I’m thinking you should take me to bed,..” 

His smile only falters for a moment as Jun licks his lips, his brows furrowing at your words. You made it hard for him to keep his cool around you. It didn’t matter if you two had been married for two years or twenty…Jun felt it in his soul you were going to keep him on his toes. 

“You sayin’...” 

It’s when you nod, your footstep still walking the two of you backwards closer to the bedroom that Jun’s breath hitches in his throat. The two of you had talked about starting a family a hundred times but the financial situation was never right. It still wasn’t in Jun’s mind… but you saying what you had, Jun couldn’t think about anything else. 

A gasping laugh finds your lips when Jun moves quickly picking you up in his arms. Your hands on his shoulders, you kick your legs only to stop when you feel his lips press against the rising fabric of your shirt. A short huff of breath escapes him and you find yourself suddenly furrowing your brows. Your fingers running through his hair as he takes the last few steps through the door to your shared bedroom to lay you on the bed. 

Your fingers still threading through your husband’s soft locks, you find your eyes closing to the feeling of his lips finding purchase on your skin as his fingers gently work the button of your jeans loose in the dimly lit room. The only sounds are that of your soft moans, panting breaths, and his strategic kisses that seem to mesh with the music from the living room.

Lifting your hips to the feeling of Jun’s fingers pushing against your hips, you smile finally looking down at him in the low light to find his eyes on you. He had a way about making you feel shy by doing something so simple. Just his eyes on your face as he worked your jeans over your thighs, his breath fanning over your abdomen was enough to cause your cheeks to feel like you were standing too close to an open flame. 

“Jun…” 

Now he was smiling at your tiny whimper of his name. God, you were like a dream. How had he landed you, Jun would never understand, but he counted his blessings each and every day and especially any chance he had the privilege to between your thighs. 

“What is it, little bird? You sound so pretty tonight.” 

A soft happy sigh on your lips causes Jun’s eyes to close momentarily as he drops your jeans onto the floor and his hands slide along your legs towards your hips once again. You were better than music. He knew that you’d argue with him on that. There was little that you enjoyed more than your records, but there was nothing he enjoyed more than the little sounds that slipped out of your lips when he was touching you. 

“I want you to make love to me Jun. Wanna have a baby…” 

The last sentence is spoken much quieter than the first. It’s almost as if you are afraid to say it too loudly. Either out of embarrassment or more that if you say it too loud it might not happen. His hands begin to shake, Jun presses his fingers into the top of your panties as his eyes finally move over your face once again. You watch him take in a steading breath, his eyes somewhat darker even noticeable in the dim light. 

“That’s what you want? Me to make love to you in our bed?” 

Jun watches you nod, your fingers moving to your lip as you smile shyly at his words as if they are dirty. He could talk dirty when he wanted to and he hadn’t even started. Biting at his bottom lip, Jun’s eyes fall on your hips as you rock them back and forth while his hands work your panties downwards. You were still dancing for him, even in the bed. 

“You want me to put a baby in you?” 

Your cheeks burn as you nod quickly, your fingers finding the comforter under your body to hold onto tightly as Jun’s nails scratch along your legs, your panties ending up at your ankles. Your husband grins to himself at how you are acting, how desperate you have become even as he feels his cock pulsing with need in his jeans. 

“Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll fuck you slow and sweet.” 

Jun’s name is whispered on your lips and he smiles into his words once your bottom half is completely exposed to him. Raising his eyebrows, Jun slides his arm around your waist, lifting you up to sit on the bed so he can shimmy your shirt over your head. You whine, your fingers pulling at his shirt once you are naked in front of him, wanting him to join you. 

“I’m working on it, baby. I said slow and sweet. Did you want something different?” 

Jun watches you smile, your fingers trailing after his own as he finally loses his sweater among the clothes on the floor. 

“Maybe…what if slow and sweet doesn’t win the race, Jun.” 

Laughing, Jun lets your fingers play with the top of his pants before he uses your hands to push them down along with his underwear, making you suck in a breath. It didn’t matter how many times you saw your husband naked it always felt like the first time. His body was perfect. The way his hips led in a perfect v to his cock. 

“I think it does, but I promise you…my pace won’t matter, little bird. What is going to matter is that I’m going to fill you full of me.” 

Jun meant that in every meaning of the phrase. He knew that he was just the right size to fill your pussy completely. He couldn’t wait to feel you around him. He could also already feel his mind going crazy at the idea of his cum inside of you. The idea of it dripping out of you so that he could push it back in, keeping you full of him. 

His hand sliding along your side, Jun rests his knee between your thighs on the bed as he hovers over you. The man’s eyes move over your face before he brings his hand to your face, letting his thumb trace your soft bottom lip lightly. 

Your body vibrates with desire. Your back arches as you feel the heat of his body radiating towards your own wanting more contact with him, and yet Jun takes his time. You watch your husband smile as his thumb strums along your jaw, his fingers sliding along the side of your head when he finally leans down to press his lips to yours in a breathtaking kiss. 

No thoughts, only your mind repeating the same name over and over again as your nails rake along his sides. 

‘Jun, Jun, Jun…’ 

The thoughts are so loud it surprises you that his name doesn’t slip out between moans that Jun claims as his own. Smiling against your lips briefly, Jun’s brows furrow, feeling his abdomen tighten with want when your tongue begs for entrance into his mouth and glides along his own. Between the passion of your kiss and the way you were pressing against his leg now nestled between your thighs, Jun’s brain felt like it was spinning. 

“Fuck–you are so good, baby. I love you so much.” 

You can’t help but whimper to Jun’s words that are spoken against your lips and jaw as his kisses dance along your skin to your neck. You were clinging to your husband, soft whispered begs falling from your lips as his leg slides from your thighs leaving you feeling too empty. 

“Pl–lease…Jun. I need you. I love you. I can’t wait anymore.” 

Jun grins against the column of your neck hearing your words against the shell of his ear. Your breath was hot and your words made his body shiver. You needed him. He needed you. Always and forever. That had been the promise made at an altar in front of family and friends. He had promised to love and take care of you for always and forever… 

“Mm, so beautiful. My pretty wife. You need me?” 

Tears on the rims of your eyes, you nod firmly to Jun’s question knowing he already knew the answer. His fingers brush under your eye, a small cooing sound slipping from his lips as he nods in return. 

Your eyes are so beautiful, he thought causing him to move slower than he would have on a normal night. Jun watches your lips fall open to the feeling of his fingers sliding between your wet folds. He relishes in the soft whimpered moans that meet his ears as he circles his middle finger around your wanting entrance. 

“You are so wet… You want me that bad?” 

The tears that had been on the rim of your eyes now trail along your cheeks as you nod and mutter yes to answer Jun’s question, feeling just his finger to the first knuckle teasing you. No matter how much you moved your hips trying to feel more, it managed to only tease you and praise you for your patience. 

Placing a kiss on your cheek, Jun smiles against your skin as he brushes away your tears with his fingers. He knew you weren’t sad. You just needed him that much and he wouldn’t make you wait any longer. With his breath warm against your jaw, Jun listens to your moans changing pitch when he lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly. His eyes close and goosebumps spread along his skin not only to the feeling of your warm walls clenching every inch of him but also to the way the rest of your body molds to him. 

Your right knee slides to Jun’s hip as your left foot rests over his hip allowing him to thrust into you deep and hard. He was keeping his promise of going slow. You could feel every ridge of his cock as he slid from you only to be swallowed back by you inch by inch. 

“Perfect… you’re perfect, baby. God, you are holding me so tight. Wanna fill you up, little bird.” 

Jun’s lips find yours though he keeps speaking against them between kisses. His words made your head spin with more desire. It was exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to fill you up. That was his promise. 

“Do it, Jun… please? Know what I said, remember? Know what I want, what we want.”  

Moving his head down, Jun can’t help but groan low and deep against the crook of your neck at your words. His pace picks up speed as he feels his climax quickening in his abdomen like a glass about to shatter. 

“I–I… fuck, I know, babe. I know… I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you a baby.” 

Your nails scratch at Jun’s shoulder when his thrusts become more intense. Your eyes closed tightly, you can’t hide the soft happy sound that leaves your lips when Jun says he will give you a baby. You knew he would. You had a good feeling about tonight. 

Hand flat against his shoulder, you arch hard off the bed, feeling your orgasm rip through you like waves against the rocks during a storm. Jun groans your name, sweat rolling from his temples as he feels your walls clench and flutter around him as you cum. 

There was no way he could keep himself from following you as your body seemed to want him to do so. His mouth latching to your soft skin, Jun hisses against your neck as he leaves a small mark that will bloom darker by the morning as he spills into you. 

With each thrust towards your hips, Jun’s groans fill your ears as his cum begins to drip from you only to be pushed back in by the next thrust. Meeting your eyes, Jun sucks on his bottom lip before letting it fall from between his teeth as he mutters your name and his hips come to a stop between your thighs. 

Your fingers slide along his back and down his arms as Jun’s nose nuzzles against your jaw pushing your head back against the pillows. A laugh slips from your lips, and he smiles against your neck between tender kisses. He gently slips his softening length from you and leans back to look between your legs. 

Shaking his head, Jun mutters a curse under his breath at the sight of you, at how perfect you are with his cum slowly dripping from between your folds. The feeling of his fingers sliding over your swollen folds causes you to jump, but the soft sound of his calming voice keeps you grounded as Jun pushes his cum back into you making sure not a drop is wasted. 

“All of it baby… mmm, make my head go crazy looking like this. I could almost go again.” 

Biting on your lips, you stifle a laugh. Your thighs shake as the heel of Jun’s hand rocks over your clit. A sly grin spreads over his face as you try to keep the moan at bay when he knows your body almost as well as you do. 

“But I’ll be good…” 

Kissing your shoulder, Jun lazily pushes his fingers into you as he thinks about what you had said that had led the two of you to bed in the first place. His smile softens as he feels your hand wrap around his wrist and your cheek resting against his forehead. 

“You can’t keep it inside me forever, Jun…”

He disagreed but he was also a smart enough man to know it wouldn’t change the outcome, no matter how much enjoyed the feeling or the sight of it. 

“Mm, I could. You are just so pretty, but you are right. We need to get cleaned up. I can make love to you again tomorrow and the next day… and the next…” 

Your giddy laugh causes Jun to laugh along with you, his fingers slipping from between your legs so he can pull you into his arms. You find yourself smiling against his kiss before melting into it as his hand glides along your back holding you as closely as he can manage. 

“You want a baby that bad, Jun?” 

Smiling against your lips, Jun nods. He listens to your soft whines that he swallows with his kiss as his nails scratch along your hip. He wanted a family with you more than anything. He wanted to make you happier than you were today. Tomorrow he would want to make you happier the next day and the next. He’d never stop, and if he was lucky enough to be a dad he’d work even harder to make you and that baby happy. 

Turning on his back, Jun lets you rest your chin on his chest as he looks up at the ceiling. His fingers trailing along your back as the record player plays the last song. You can’t help but run your fingers over your lower stomach as you feel your heart tighten at the sight of your husband happy and content. You really did have a good feeling about today. 

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[beedlemania]

Do you have any Monkees fic recommendations, I read all kinds of fanfics

Oh gosh! This is difficult because I love so many but I’ll try to pick out only a few! Also all the fics I read are very Davy based so my apologies in advance for that

Jork:

This one I read last night and instantly fell in love with. I love the characterisation and the tempo of it is amazing!! Five times Peter says I love you and one time Davy does

Jolenz:

This one is smut and I think it’s very hot. Micky has a possessive streak and Davy’s all needy.

Jonesmith:

This one is just so hot omg. Trans(male) Mike and smut, what more could you ask for??

This one is a long one with plenty of angst. It also has a suicide attempt and attempted sexual assault so read at your own risk. Davy gets a job on a film set and there’s some miscommunications. Happy ending!

This one is Davy jumping into the shower with Mike. It’s so adorable and sweet!!

No ship:

This one is Davy and Mike and it’s the cutest thing ever I swear. Davy’s sick and calls Mike mumma

This one is a birthday fic with angst because of a miscommunication (Davy doesn’t know its Mikes birthday and the guys don’t know it’s Davy’s). I’ve reread it lots because I love it so much!

This one is so bittersweet. It’s about the Monkees looking after kittens and it gets sad near the end when Davy reminisces about his mother and how he misses her but up until that its adorable!

This one is a fake Monkees episode about Davy being too short. Lots of humour and very cute

This one is a modern au about Peter being a YouTuber. Micky and Davy obviously mess with him

This one is short and sweet about Mike showing Davy how to make long distance calls home!

Other:

This one is Babyface and Ludlow slash and I love love love it!!!

I could go on for days and days because I’ve read nearly every Davy-centred fic on ao3. There’s more that’re not on ao3 that I’ll try dig up at some point but these are my picks for now!

[multifandomrandomgirl]

Requests are open!

I'm on summer break now and have more time to write.

I don't write smut because I physically can't 😅

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Mötley Crüe

Tom Petty

Bob Dylan

Roy Orbison

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Razzle Dingley

Syd Barrett

The Band

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[kyriemrmister]

well

i've finally finished reading the crossover monkees RPF fanfiction (aka Time Prison Fic) that i liked that davy design from and um

how can a fanfiction be so unapologetically LGBT-friendly and anti-TERF and also hate women and sapphics so much?

it's also painfully obvious how much of a self-insert the fic's version of mike is (and tbh it also stinks of naruto harem fic except it's mike nesmith from the monkees instead of naruto and he's transmasc and there's more then women in the harem)

the earlier parts before mike came in were more tolerable (elaine kido is both a girlboss AND a girlfail. what a queen. i love her) but wow the monkees popping up and taking over the story ruined it.

mike literally has none of the babygirl and pathetic meow meow qualities he actually had (according to the monkees fandom on here) and is literally every poorly written alpha male OP self-insert harem smut fic lead on ffnet except he's trans, and surprise! he doesn't just like women! (props to that bit! but it's just an excuse for male and nb characters that half of the writing duo has the hots for to also get into mike's pants and be his cheerleader and do nothing otherwise like the women also do in this fic and almost any other harem fanfiction from ffnet)

there's also other Questionable Things, socks and his flanderization from genuinely good and interesting lead to 'heehoo funny meme guy', for one (i could write an entire dissertion on what the story lovingly calls the 'TFSP' oh man)

and whatever tf they did with micky dolenz (once she comes out as a woman in the fic she just becomes another cheerleader and porking object for mike and they disregard previous characterization for that. did i mention how much that half of the writing duo hates women and sapphics? because wow he sure does)

and tbh this fic also does davy dirty (he's just there for fetishization of fat people because the half of the duo who writes him has a weight gain and feederism kink and it's painfully obvious but he doesn't want to push it on mike because he doesn't want him being 'weak and helpless' or something)

peter is also done pretty dirty too tbh (literally he's just boiled down to 'hippie pacifist plantboy who puts up protective barriers and heals people', which is not a bad concept in itself, but it's executed so SO badly. like you gotta make socialist and bisexual autistic icon and avid woman respecter peter tork into a soft 'don't hurt me or i'll cry' boy to further elevate mike?)

and when a new character appears or an old character from earlier in the fic, 9/10 they're just there to be mike's cheerleader/pork mike/for mike to beat up

there's some genuinely good humor in this fic (the puns and wordplay are top notch in this fic, and they know the right time and place to slip in a meme or reference)

but wow. WOW. does the male half of the writer duo ever hate women and sapphics.

i'm currently reading the reboot of the story and tbh it also stinks of some of the same problems (mike somehow has the ability to turn straight men gay for him, which is funny, but also the ability also makes sapphics fall in love with him, a man, who isn't even close to being butch, fall in love with him too, which is kinda gross lol)

the only fun parts of the reboot of the story so far is the reimagining of the seiya and ikki rivalry as more of a bugs bunny and daffy duck situation (a very galaxy-brained but clearly not canon-compliant take on their rivalry. doesn't stop from making me love it though), women having more agency (when mike's not around lol), and the use of pizza tower as a new addition because peppino's pretty bang on characterization-wise so far and he's been frequently enjoyable as a character for the Most Part, as there's the One Misstep for the Crossover Mother of his OC Child because the whole 'don't age up children and ship them' discourse which taints the fic's version of peppino Slightly.

it's obvious the writers care a lot about representation but hm. there's a lot of woman and sapphic hate permanating this fic saga and its reboot (the reboot significantly less so but it still Stinks of it Slightly) and i think that's what ruins it.

[littlewalken]

sep 16

Started in earnest to rewrite the Smallville smut, at least in an easier to read points made more clear draft. Luthors weren't quitters, Lex wanted to finish with the heads before they got to the tails.

Also playing with an idea of The Traveler is going to be publicly exposed one way or another so both Veritas and the Kents work to control the narrative. It's not that we have an issue with what you were doing, it's that it's with Lex and we just can't trust the Luthors. But it's not beyond the write out bits and pieces to save for later stage.

Felt bottom furniture scoots for floors are not the same as plastic bottom scoots for carpets and the person who ruined my carpet scoots is just making excuses saying 'that's all they had' and almost turning it around on me. I know exactly where the Life Ruiner got all of it from. And the LR would have turned it around on me, made it my fault, and... The bitch ain't here.

Perhaps I feel the way I do about some people because enough of my life was taken up by someone who behaved the same way and I no longer have to make time for that shit.

Looking up pictures of Tom Welling in a cowboy hat and watching kittens toot is more important to me now.

Or like putting together a fake album of songs Larry Saltis of the New Monkees/Colorvine is not allowed to sing in public unless the venue has flood insurance and trying to figure out how to explain to his aunt Margie that even if the band had more than 11 songs they'd always have to do The Way She Moves because Marty has a boner for it.

Do with that what you will.

Cutie Patooties become silver foxes so easily.

Just one empty book shelf and the bed to move out of the way then the dollhouse can find its corner and everything else will fall in to place.

Plans to go out and get carpet scoots, and look for a different arrangement than the dresser for my t shirts so then I light not even need carpet scoots but it won't hurt to have them, and/or looking at paint to repaint the dresser because it has some nice display space on the top for my big headed dolls named Robert.

When I get out the casting stuff, I do need to pull some positives, I should make a mold of the particular Umbrella Academy Klaus I have. The sculpt looks like him, and now that I have a polymer clay oven again that has opened back up to me.

Always try to use a dedicated craft oven for toxic plastic clay and don't bake styrofoam ever.

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Micky Dolenz Smut

A/N: Again, this is super old and kinda shitty. Enjoy😬😬

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Nervously, I check the house number again to make sure I have the right one. Biting my lip, I knock lightly on the door and wait. “Door!” I hear someone shout from inside.

“Yes, Peter, we heard the knock!” Another person shouts back.

“I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” A third person shouts.

Behind the door, there’s the sound of someone skidding across the floor. Seconds later, the door opens to the same attractive man from yesterday. He smirks and goes to lean against the door frame, but miscalculated how far away it is and stumbles. “Hi!” He says, a little breathlessly, finding his balance again. I giggle lightly at him, feeling my nerves sink away.

“Hi, there. It’s...Micky, right?”

“That’s me!”

For several weeks now, I’ve seen the same group of four men coming to the restaurant I work at at least once a week. It’s always the same four men. A talkative one with a twangy, Southern drawl, another with a neat British accent, a tall blonde who seems endearingly sweet and awkward, and a fourth with frizzy hair who seems rather smart. They always sit at the same table, one of my tables. The frizzy haired one always tries to flirt a little bit, though it’s fairly clear he’s not used to it. I flirt back because, well, he’s cute and I won’t deny that.

However yesterday, the frizzy haired smart one came alone to the restaurant and ordered takeout for four. While he waited, he struck up a conversation with me and introduced himself as Micky. He said his friends were working a little late and asked him to pick up dinner. When his food finally came, he seemed almost sad to go. As I started to leaving the table, he caught me and invited me to their house. Actually, he nearly shouted it at me, however, I agreed. Now, here I am with Micky directly in front of me.

Suddenly, the southern twang that I’ve associated with Micky’s friend floats through the air. “Well, are you gonna invite her in, or are you gonna stand there like a fool?” Micky shoots a look over his shoulder as the brunette with the wool beanie stands behind him. I throw my hand over my mouth, giggling again, and Micky invites me inside.

“Hello!” the blonde says excitedly, standing up from the kitchen table.

“Hello! It’s nice to see you outside the restaurant,” I smile. He smiles back at me and Micky promptly stands next to me.

“Would you two please leave us alone?” He asks shortly. The blonde’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline and he stands up from the table, going up a spiral staircase. The brunette with the beanie throws his hands up in defense.

“Well, someone’s touchy,” he says, walking out towards the deck and beach.

Once both boys are gone, Micky heaves a sigh of relief. “Sorry about that. I would’ve taken you somewhere less crowded, but we’re a little short on cash right now,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It’s alright. Seems nice here,” I smile, looking around at the open space. A little ways away, I see a set up of several instruments. “Do you play?” I ask excitedly. Micky nods his head.

“Yeah. I play the drums, Mike’s on guitar, Peter plays the bass, and Davy usually does the tambourine or maracas,” he explains.

“So, you’re musicians?” He shrugs lightly.

“Yeah, you could say that. We’re not really big yet, but I think we’ll get there one day.”

I look over the instruments again. “You know...most girls like guitarists, but I’ve always had a thing for drummers,” I say offhandedly.

“Oh, really?” Micky chuckles lightly. I nod my head.

“Mhm. Sometimes I wish they would bang me like their drums.” I glance over at him, trying to see if he’s catching on.

“Well, I think that can be arranged.” His voice is darker and more sensual now.

Smoothly, he holds out his hand and, when I take it, he leads me upstairs. I see several rooms upstairs, but Micky leads me towards the room at the end of the hall. Once inside, he closes the door and locks it. “Don’t want any distractions,” he says. I giggle lightly, stepping forward and pressing my chest against his.

“Absolutely not,” I smirk.

Within seconds, his lips are against mine. His kisses are rough, but somehow still soft. I twist my fingers into his hair, pulling lightly, and he moans into my mouth. Soon, he’s leaving kisses along my neck and collarbone. “You know you’re beautiful, right? Every time I step in that restaurant, I pray that we’ll get you as a waitress so I can just stare at you the whole time we’re there,” he hums lightly. I lean my head back, exposing my throat.

“M-Maybe you should request me. I-I’d love to be your waitress,” I moan lightly, tugging at his hair again.

Micky pulls back and stares at me. “Take off your shirt now before I rip it off,” he groans. Immediately, I throw off my shirt and start to undo my pants. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Did I say to take off your pants?? You’re an eager slut, aren’t you?” I nod my head quickly.

“”Y-Yes, Micky. Such a needy slut for you,” I mumble, pressing my chest against him again.

“Get on the bed. Now.”

Quickly, I climb on the bed and look back at him as he slowly takes his clothes off. “Now, you have until I get all my clothes off to tell me what you like,” he explains, unbuttoning his shirt.

“I-I like being manhandled...and I like being fucked rough, like a dirty slut,” I mumble the last part. However, he seems to hear it, because he chuckles darkly.

“Oh, that sounds good, babygirl. But, I think you should call me ‘daddy’ from now on.” I nod my head quickly.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he smirks.

Slowly, he climbs onto the bed and flips me over onto my stomach. He wraps an arm around my stomach and pulls me up to his chest. “Now...I’m gonna fuck you like the dirty slut you are,” he whispers to me. I whine softly, praying that he’ll do something, anything! He pulls down my pants and we slip them off, throwing them across the room, followed by my underwear.

Before I fully realize what’s happening, Micky is rubbing small tight circles against my clit. I moan loudly, arching my back against him. He holds me tightly to his chest, pressing sloppy kisses against my neck while he work. “Oh-Oh shit, Daddy!” I exclaim. He groans softly, lifting his face from my neck.

“As much as I like hearing you moan for me, if you don’t want things to be a little awkward afterward, I suggest you be quieter,” he whispers in my ear. I whimper softly, squirming against him.

“It j-just feels so good!” I whine.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he hums. He goes back to his work and I writhe against him, moaning.

Within moments, my high sneaks up on me. “Fuck, Daddy, I-I’m gonna come!” I moan. He hums contentedly and quickens his pace.

“Come for me,” he whispers, sucking on my earlobe. I let go and let my high wash over me, arching against his chest again. When I come down, Micky lays me down softly on the bed and lets me take a breather. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?” He asks.

“Yes, daddy, please fuck me,” I say sensually. He smirks and climbs back towards me, lining his cock with my entrance.

He gathered some of my cum to live his cock slightly and begins pressing in. Immediately, I feel the slight burning stretch. Micky’s cock is about average length, but I’d rather thick and veiny. I can almost feel every ridge as he pushes into me. My breath is nearly knocked out of me as he fills me up. “Oh, daddy, *daddy*,” I moan.

“A-Almost done, sweetheart. F-Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans through clenched teeth.

When he finally bottoms out, he takes a moment to let me adjust and I whine softly. Moments later, he pulls out almost the whole way, then pushes back in with one quick snap. I gasp loudly and he throws his hand out my mouth, tutting. “Someone just can’t stay quiet, can she?” He chuckles. I shake my head softly, squirming against the bed. With each snap of his hips, Micky hits my g spot and, at one particularly hard thrust, I scream into his hand.

His thrusts become deeper and quicker with time, speeding up as he begins to chase his orgasm. I’m not very far behind and I let him know. “Oh, god, daddy. Please, please don’t stop,” I moan.

“I won’t, darling, I promise,” he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. With one last thrust, I fall over the edge and my clenching seems to be what pushes him over.

As we finally come down, he pulls out and flops on the bed. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he pants. I nod my head, softly humming and suddenly wanting to just cuddle into his chest.

“M-Micky?” I ask quietly.

“Hmm?” He questions.

“Can we...cuddle? I just really want the contact right now,” I sigh.

“Of course, we can!” He pulls me into his arms and onto his slightly sticky chest.

Calmly, he pets my hair. “Now, get some sleep. We’ll take a little nap,” he says. I nod my head and close my eyes, sighing happily. And that’s how my first night with Micky Dolenz went.

[discojupiters]

why iS IT SO HARD TO FINISH THIS TORKSMITH SMUT GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

[cataclysmiceuphemism]

For the kinks list, would LOVE to see 1. with Dolenzmith🥰

a list of 69 kinks– send a prompt and a ship...#1 First Time

Micky had been thinking about having sex with Mike for what felt like forever, in some form or another. He'd thought about it when they were friends and roommates and bandmates and nothing else, not with interest but with passing curiosity. Wondering after it like he wondered after any part of Mike's life he wasn't allowed in, like the way Mike's accent got stronger if he was in Texas a while, or inside jokes that Mike had with friends he'd had before they'd known each other. For a long while, whenever the thought passed through his mind, it really didn't mean much of anything at all, save for an awareness that Mike had a life outside of him—outside of all of The Monkees.

Then that part of Mike's life became something that was his and his alone to own, all because they'd had dinner together.

Peter and Davy had gone out on actual dates, on purpose. So he and Mike had stayed in. Mike had just about made them a proper kind of dinner. As proper as they ever had, anyway: spaghetti with a quarter-tube of freezer-burned ground beef and a can of diced tomatoes. You couldn't even see how gray the meat was, when everything was all mixed together. Feeling extra fancy, Mike had even poured them each a glass of wine— really, a glass of Welch's that had been in their fridge for who knew how long.

Mike had said, "Our finest vintage."

Micky had grinned, asked, "Oh, yeah? What year?"

Mike had said, "1965," as a joke that made them both snicker. But it might have been closer than they thought, and closer to wine than they thought, because when they brought it up to drink their eyes watered.

Then they were thrown into pitch.

"I thought we paid the electricity, this month," Micky had said, looking up to the blackened lights on reflex.

Mike shook his head. "No, we paid it last month. We paid the rent this month."

"Oh, yeah. Well— I'll go get the candles."

So they'd eaten their almost-romantic dinner in their almost-romantic lighting, laughing and having the same good time they always had. Maybe that was almost romantic, too. Micky had taken a seat on their countertop, a towel in his lap. Mike washed and he dried, mostly completely dutifully, except for the part where he snuck his fingers under the tap to give Mike a teasing splash.

Mike splashed him back, and Micky had yelped in fake indignation, "Hey! No fair! I was helping you out, y'know, you missed a spot."

Mike had chuckled. "On my face?"

"Yeah!" Micky hadn't thought at all, when he slipped down off the counter, said, "Hold on, let me get it for you," and pulled Mike in for a kiss.

It hadn't happened then.

In a way it would have been easier if it had; it could have, if things were a little different.

They'd looked at each other a moment, in the near-dark with just the dim, orange glow of their candles, and things had seemed even clearer than those months where all their lights stayed on. Then they'd went at each other wild, kissing without a break to it, even as they started stripping off their clothes, even as they went from the kitchen to the living room, even as Micky pushed Mike back over the arm of the sofa to try to get on the cushions, but they'd bounced, rolled onto the ground with Mike on top of him instead. They'd laid there half-naked on the ground, still kissing, hands still roaming, until Micky parted with a gasp and said, "Lemme just roll over, it'll be easier."

Mike had barely gotten up off him, only enough for Micky to roll onto his stomach, to scoot his pants down just below his ass and drop a hand down to jerk himself off against the rug. Mike had laid on top of him, kissed his neck and rutted against him, cock sliding against the crack of his ass.

Then Davy had come home in a perfectly sour mood. He stomped right in. Paused.

But he hadn't seen them.

He stomped on in to the kitchen, demanded, "How're we going to explain to Babbit we've got a fire and a flood, the same night?" slammed the faucet off, but thought better of blowing out the flame and instead grabbed the candleholder and used it to stomp his way on up the stairs.

It had been enough to make them think better of the whole thing, even if thinking better only meant they had a discussion and decided to do it all properly. A real relationship, with real dating.

Which was all well and good, except for the part where it gave Micky far more time to think on it. It wasn't an idle consideration anymore, and it wasn't an impulsive fuck on their living room floor. There was planning to it: It couldn't be when the guys were there. And it couldn't be when they might be back soon. It had to be an almost full-day of privacy.

Which meant that he'd thought of just about every pro and con, about how much it could hurt and the fact he'd never let a guy fuck him before, and how horrible it would be if Mike were to fuck him and it was awful. The last one was the only one he'd found easy to let go of; even if it hurt, it would be Mike and him, together, and so wouldn't be awful. But it still meant that when the time came, and they were together on the bed, naked to each other, that he was aware of it in a way he'd never been before with all his thinking of it.

He screwed his eyes shut and held his breath.

"Micky," Mike said.

Micky cracked open an eye. "Yeah, Mike?" He knew Mike hadn't pressed inside of him; he could feel the length of Mike's cock rubbing up against his thigh when Mike leaned to give him an appraising, head-tipped look, a look that made Micky open up both eyes to look at him fully. But there was some instinctive part of him that wanted to ask, because it would have meant it had been easy.

"You're making a face like the doc's about to give you a shot."

"It's not my fault—"

"Nobody's fault—"

"You're huge. Look at you, it's gonna be more than 'you might feel a little pinch'!"

Mike's face reddened. They stayed together quiet a moment, then he said, "It's all right, if you want to do something else."

"Y'know, I really wanted to play Monopoly…. Man!" Micky gave Mike's chest a playful swat. His hand stayed there, pressed against Mike's skin, and his expression turned soft. "I'm only nervous because I want you so much. Don't worry about what my face is saying, it doesn't know anything."

Mike pressed kisses light across Micky's face, over his cheeks and forehead. Micky laughed just because it thrilled him, a smitten giggle that made his fingers curl against Mike's skin. He tipped his head to make sure Mike kissed his lips once he was through with the rest of the sweet attention. "At least look at me," Mike requested, "Can you do that for me, Mick?"

Micky nodded. Maybe looking made it easier for him as much as it did for Mike, because he was biting his lip around a smile, face relaxed. Mike smiled back at him and pushed in slow. So slow he would've thought it was a tease, if he didn't know it was concern instead. It didn't hurt at all, felt so good and sweet and right, when Mike started rolling into him deeper, then away, to him and back again. But it was truncated; he knew perfectly well Mike wasn't giving him all of it. And maybe when Mike's face had gone red, after he'd said how large his cock was, it was from something closer to shame than pleased embarrassment.

So he breathed hot into Mike's ear, "Don't pull punches for me." And before Mike could ask what he meant— he knew Mike would ask— he gripped Mike's ass with both hands and pulled him in deep, fast, forcing a moan from them both. "There you are," he murmured, "Lemme keep you, a minute."

Mike did, staying pressed up full against him. He gave Micky even more, in fact, by rolling his hips in small, tight circles, making Micky moan his name. And they stayed there a while,holding each other, kissing first in the fleeting ways of passing glances, then deep and longing as though they'd taken notice. "I was worried," Mike admitted, when their mouths parted from each other's.

"You aren't now?" Micky asked, and then they met again.

Mike shook his head.

And then he started to move again.

"Oh, good," Micky said. Then Mike fucked back into him and he said it again, "Good," but 'good' didn't touch what it actually was. So he turned his head and bit into the crook of Mike's neck hard and ran his tongue across the indentations, because that was as close as he could get to articulating the feeling. It was saying I love you, and fuck me harder, and you're mine, and I know you're mine, and everyone will know you're mine.

He thought of continuing the conversation, then, only Mike had gotten his message, and made it impossible to talk until they were through, even when their mouths weren't occupied with each other's bodies: Mike fucked the noise out of him, made him moan and beg for it, then fucked the noise out of him, fucked him straight past noise and into silence, leaving his lips parted and barely able to breathe, never mind any talking. When he came across both their chests, he was quiet in a way he was pretty sure he'd never been in his life, no matter the circumstance, except for maybe when he'd been stuck holding the monkey's paw; gasping and eyes rolling and silent, a gagged, choked sliver of a whimper caught in his throat, in a way that only magic had ever managed before. And then Mike filled him, came in him deep, and left him knowing that no one had ever been as close to him as this, and that no one would ever be closer.

That was such a weighty thing that it took him a while, after they'd laid and kissed each other all the more, to ask, "What were you worried about?"

Mike laughed, because it was silly now that it was all said and done, even if it hadn't been silly before. "That it would be lousy for you."

"You weren't worried it'd be lousy for you?"

"Never crossed my mind," Mike said.

"Well," Micky said. He considered Mike fondly, touching his face. He kissed the bruising bite mark near his shoulder. "It crossed my mind. For both of us, it did. But then I figured, the worst things in my life aren't so bad when you're there. Like, the gangsters, and the kidnappers, and all them. All that stuff, it's really not so bad, when you're tied up in the chair next to me." He kissed Mike's face next, kissed his lips. "You make the bad things okay, the okay things good, the good things wonderful—"

Mike kissed him back, and they shared a smile trapped between their lips. "And tonight?"

"Would'a been fantastic with or without you—"

"Would've been a hell of a lot tougher if I were still downstairs—"

His laughter at Mike's joke carried right into his own honesty, made it stutter out, "—So you must've made it perfect."

[losers-yurio]

THE HOLY TRINITY

Someone take snap away from me💗

[idasessions]

Greetings once again classic rock fandom! Are you a fan of band fanfiction, but not really into slash? Do you also happen to be a fan of the Byrds? Then this post might be relevant to your interests! If you’re already part of the small group of readers aware of my Monkee girl fics from the past two years, you’ll know my thing is taking obscure women from classic rock history and basically turning them into leads for some (mostly realistic) historical fanfic. And this time I outdid myself yet again by branching out and writing a 100 page multi-chap fic on Chris Hillman and his elusive former wife, Anya Butler. It’s been fun writing these two, so I thought I would pass it along to anyone else who might be interested in this sort of thing and looking for something new/different to read. 

Also, to any Who fans wondering why I used the band’s tag for this, I actually just posted my first Pete/Anya one-shot early today too. (Yeah, this is the same woman Pete credits for sexually liberating him, lol.) Well, that’s all for now. TYFYT 📝✨🎶

Banner above made by the wonderful @petiteclover 💕

[60schickgroovy]

Reunited

(Peter)

I had been out of the country on family business for about 4 ½ months and I had missed Peter every moment I was away.  It had never been so hard to simply not be near someone.  I arrived at LAX and drove straight to where the boys were doing a concert for their new movie, Head.  I made my way inside, sat in a vacant seat in the back and cheered with the crowd.  I could see four tiny people on the stage.  I spotted yet another vacant seat a bit closer to the stage, I looked around and snuck over.  I bobbed and weaved until I had, actually, an okay view of them.  Micky was beating away at his drums, Davy was mechanically shaking the maracas while he made eyes at the girls, Mike was poker faced as he sang and then I turned to Peter…

My heart fluttered, all the pain of missing him washed over me and I probably looked just like the crazy fangirls.  Seeing him up there content, happy, in his element, and so, so handsome. It was like a magnet, I just wanted to throw my arms around him and kiss him, show him how much I’d missed him. His long hair was so sexy, he had a new cut and it was every bit as hot as the last, he was wearing the white sweater I got him in Ireland and it looked even better on him than I had imagined. The energy, the magic and the music were all so contagious, he looked so into it and he was always the happy one on stage, I knew him so well and he was always happiest when he was playing music.

They finished the song and there was a deafening round of applause, the boys waved and hopped around before running off-stage.  I snuck out before them so as not to be trampled.  I found my way around and the bouncer let me backstage. I walked down hallways, following his directions and finally found myself in front of Peter’s dressing room. I knocked softly and heard movement behind the door. It opened a bit before flying open the rest of the way. “y/n?”  His mouth fell open in a shocked smile.  I tried to say something witty, but he looked so handsome standing there, I smelled his familiar cologne and I craved the feeling of his arms around me and his lips glued to mine, I was home.  “God, why are you so hot?”  I ran forward leaping into his arms.  He was ready, he caught me and held me close as he threw the door shut. He pushed me back against it, pinning me there with his leg between mine.  It was one of the sweetest kisses of my life, we couldn’t get close enough to each other; my fingers combed through his silky hair when they weren’t digging into his back or holding his face or running over his chest.  As he kissed down my neck he whispered in the deep voice that drove me crazy.  “I missed you, every second…”  He came back up to look at me, he was leaning against the door and he moved his hand to gently brush my bangs from my face.  “Oh, Peter, I couldn’t stand being away from you.”  I said as I looked into his hazel eyes.  My neck was too tempting and he moved back down as I continued. “I missed you so much it hurt.” I kissed his hair and breathed in the familiar smell of his shampoo.  “Four months felt like for…”  He added extra punctuation to my sentences by kissing through my words.  I gave up after that and pulled him closer, he lifted me up wrapping my legs around him. I let his tongue explore my mouth freely as my mind spun, I could hardly believe I was here, back in his arms.  He brought me over to a table in the dressing room and his hands slid under my shirt as we walked.  My skirt stopped him from standing between my legs when he sat me on the table, so I unzipped it and cast it aside.  I moan as he filled my every sense and emotion.  I only let go of him to let him lift my shirt off.  I pull his sweater over his head leaving only his beads to cover his chest.  I ran my fingers over his shoulders, chest and abs, relishing every second, then my hands found his belt, I tugged at it, forcing him to fall forward a bit, weight on his hands on the table.  My bra had been disposed of and his lips and tongue were wandering freely over my chest. I slid his belt out of its loops, smiling as I thought of how cute it was that he always wore it sideways.  He moved from where he was between my legs so he could slide my underwear off.  He then wasted no time in pulling his own pants off and, taking me in his arms, made me gasp as he pushed me further backwards.  Soon we were both naked, on the table in his dressing room and blissfully lost to the world.  I looked up and gently touched his face as his long hair hung down around mine and I thought how safe and loved I felt, how lucky I was.  He kissed me as he pushed into me and I moaned into his mouth, his head fell on my shoulder and I dug my fingers into his back.  “Ugh, faster, Peter.  Please.”  I whined. He complied and I closed my eyes, the feeling of him inside me was beyond words.  Suddenly, he pushed deeper than he ever had before and my eyes rolled back as he growled my name into my ear.  I wanted to say something but I simply couldn’t, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t speak, the familiar had become new and exhilarating.  I gasped and panted, moans falling from my slackened mouth. We climaxed and I yelled his name far louder than I meant to.  He collapsed next to me and we laid there for a bit panting and trying to find words. Then suddenly we made eye contact and we burst out in a fit of laughter.  We laughed at ourselves, at each other, at how we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, at the mess we’d made, at the fact that we were lying naked on a table in a dressing room...  When I finally caught my breath I whispered, “I love you.” I turned to lean over him, pushing some hair from his face.  “I love you so much, y/n.”  He said stroking my arm.  He leaned up to kiss me tenderly, slowly and softly.  

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and we both jumped a mile in the air. “Hey, Pete.  It’s us.”  I heard Mike’s southern drawl.  “Just a second guys, I’m naked!”  He yelled as he jumped off the table, scooping me up and bringing me over to his dressing partition.  “Cool it, man, it’s just us.  Who cares?” Said Micky.  “Yea, man, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, jeez.” Davy said, sounding confused.  The boys had shared dressing rooms hundreds of times, what was different now?  I tried to stifle my laughter as Peter cleaned up the table.  “Got something to hide in there, Tork?”  Micky joked.  He scrambled to grab my clothes while pulling up his pants. He handed them to me with a fleeting kiss before unlocking the door.  The guys looked suspiciously at the topless Peter, whose shirt and sweater had been carelessly and uncharacteristically thrown on the floor. “What’s up with you, man?”  Asked Mike as he sat down on the couch. “Whatever do you mean, Michael?” Asked Peter in his usual joking fashion. “He means what are you hiding, Peter?” “I’m not hiding anything, Micky.” Peter flushed as Davy leaned against the table, then he turned cherry red and covered his face with his hand as something caught Davy’s eye.  He walked over to the other side of the room and picked up a black, lacey bra. “Peter…”  “What is that?!”  Exclaimed Micky with excitement and feigned astonishment.  “That, boys, is what is called a brassiere.  An article of female lingerie.”  Mike said taking the undergarment from his mate.  “The incriminate part is, of course, that Peter is not a female, so…”  Micky stated as they all turned to Peter, who continued to feign innocence. “What?  How on earth did that get in here?”  He said taking the garment, tossing it casually over the partition and missing his companions knowing looks.  “We should have a word with the venue about cleaning up their rooms better.” He said unconvincingly as he paced across the room.  Mike made his way casually over to the partition and suddenly pulled an unsuspecting y/n out from behind it still holding her shirt in her hand.  “Ah!  Ha! Gentlemen, I rest my case.”  He exclaimed triumphantly.  “Hi, fellas!”  I smiled sheepishly.  “y/n!” “Hey, Babe!  Long time, no see!”  I pulled my shirt on as they came to hug me.  

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*I do not own the Monkees or anything under their brand.  I just wrote this story.*

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For my friend @amalthea9​ 

[nakedpersimmon]

It’s time to ring in the New Year--Monkees style!

Happy New Year, everyone! 

Love, Naked Persimmon

[roosterforme]

roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm

Let's celebrate Valentine's Day the Top Gun way! Choose a love song, any love song that you want, and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters!

Rules:

Please use the #love is in the air tgm hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (within reason, of course). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, anything you want!

Minimum word count: 1k

There is no real time limit, but please try to post around Valentine's Day, or during the month of February.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate

If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut

Songs are listed after the cut:

If you don't see a song you like, send me an ask and I will add it for you!

Current Playlist:

1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)

2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)

3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)

4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)

5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)

6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)

7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)

8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)

9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)

10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)

11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)

12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)

13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)

14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)

15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)

16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)

17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)

18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)

19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)

20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)

21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)

22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)

23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)

24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)

25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)

26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)

27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)

28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)

29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)

30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)

31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)

32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)

33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)

34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)

35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)

36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)

37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)

38 @roosters-girl Just What I Needed by The Cars (Bradley)

39 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

40 @call-sign-shark Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mav)

41 @myfaveficrecs I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men (Bradley)

42 @roosterforme The Kind of Girl I Could Love by The Monkees (Bob)

43 @rae-gar-targaryen This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers (Mickey)

44 @shrimping-for-all Letters by Why Don’t We (Bradley)

45 @bradshawsbitch Secret Love Song by Little Mix (Natasha)

46 @floyd-luvr About You by The 1975 (Bob)

47 @floyd-luvr Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (Bradley)

48 @semperhuggs Need You Tonight by INXS (IceMav)

49 @nocapesdahling You Send Me by Sam Cooke (Jake)

50 @nocapesdahling By Your Side by Sade (Bradley)

51 @ssprayberrythings Black and White by Niall Horan (Jake)

52 @daughterofautumn All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (Mickey)

53 @daughterofautumn Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (Bob)

54 @callsignseagull I love you by JP Saxe (Jake)

55 @gennyanydots Untouched by The Veronicas (Bradley)

56 @gennyanydots Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye (Bob)

57 @thebirdandthebee Congratulations by Mac Miller (Bradley)

58 @endofdays56 Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Bob)

59 @notroosterbradshaw These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding (Bradley)

60 @avengers-fixation I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire by VoicePlay (Jake)

61 @amysteryspot I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston (Bradley)

62 @beyondthesefourwalls I Don't Love You Like I Used To by John Legend (Javy)

63 @valhallaas Love Me Tender by Elvis (Jake)

64 @daughterofautumn Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer (Mickey)

65 @hangmans-wingman I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith (Jake)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden (Bradley)

67 @tongue-like-a-razor I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins (Jake)

68 @hurricanerex666 Kiss Goodnight by I Don't Know How But They Found Me (Bradley)

69 @roosterbruiser Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams (Jake)

Songs You May Want To Use:

At Last by Etta James

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer

Desire by U2

Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye

Just What I Needed by The Cars

You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

I'll Make Love To You Boyz II Men

Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis

Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Beautiful Stranger by Madonna

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Best I Ever Had by Drake 

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Love Story by Taylor Swift

All You Need Is Love by The Beatles

Need You Tonight by INXS

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

All Of Me by John Legend

Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

My Girl by The Temptations