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muutosarchive Β· 7 months
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β€œ i could be your toy. β€œ for mike !
πŸ’ @ncvabcrn . * Β  Β   ― Β  Β ο΄Ύ Β πš—πšœπšπš  Β πš™πš›πš˜πš–πš™πšπšœ Β ο΄Ώ Β  :Β  Β  𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 Β π‚π‘πˆππ†π˜ Β π„πƒπˆπ“πˆπŽπ.
"oh yeah?" mike's brows are immediately raised at that, interest sparked in his brain the moment that it hits the air. he meanders forth, falling into the couch. crossing ankles whilst putting an arm around their shoulders.
"so that's what you want, huh?" he asked, his brows raised. "you like being someone's toy?" he leans in, his other hand landing on their thigh. they'd be the perfect toy, he must admit. if you were explorative, at least.
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he leans into their ear, smirking before biting on their earlobe softly. "well, be careful what you wish for -- because i'm known to take my time, when it comes to my favorites."
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muutosarchive Β· 4 months
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" we're friends . friends tell each other things . " / jess for mike
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mike perks up as he looks the blond over. "wow. i'm really that obvious, huh?" he asks. cocking smirk to try & cover up, as he pushes off the wall. a hand thrown up in a shrug. "i'd like to think i still have some unpredictability left in me." ( oh, little do you know the upcoming reveals in - store ).
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πŸ’ @omniterror π€π’πŠπ„πƒΒ β†ͺ THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .
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muutosarchive Β· 4 months
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❝ get over here and make me. ❞ for mike!
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"oooh, so that's how you wanna play this, huh?" he asks, thumb jutting behind him as he meanders forth. as if he was gesturing to the game he's referring to . . . one hand stuffed in pocket as he scratches the back of his neck in realization of the stupid metaphor he'd used. admittedly, so. the tilt of his head continued as he reaches for nancy's hand &. hoists her up with relative ease. though, he does make a satisfied groan despite himself . . . one hand on her waist, with the other palm conforming to her cheek.
"-- okay." tone is raised, a bit sing-song. warning. "-- can't say i didn't warn ya' . . ." he gives her a lidded stare, whilst looking upon her. however it didn't take long for him to similarly press their lips together. hand venturing to small of her back as he pushes them together. smirking, in the midst of noses brushing. "see? that wasn't so bad, was it?" head cocks further, leading. . . .
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πŸ’ @hollowvictory β†ͺ dom/sub
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muutosarchive Β· 7 months
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❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ ( hannah to mike )
πŸ’ @hqlfbloods . meme call
" -- alright, alright . . . don't put a gun to my head." mike raises his arms somewhat, before succumbing to his friend's request. he's sitting on the edge of her bed that she's sitting on, apparently needing to be closer to her height for her to fix his freaking hair. whatever she said, it was easier not to argue. his elbows slightly jutted out as he indeed, holds still. "have i thanked you yet for your expertise, madame?"
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he knows he's breaking the rules, but she wasn't touching him yet, right? head cocking earnestly, even if she can't see his small little smirk. he likes spending time with hannah . . . happens a lot when he hangs out with her brother.
"you &. beth going to the club with us tonight? should be a good time."
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muutosarchive Β· 7 months
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❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜ (for mike)
πŸ’ @rcjoice . meme call
mike scoffs. he can't help it. it sounds ridiculous to think this would be bad advice, &. it's not like ashton knew. but he stoops his head regardless, &. nods. "yeah, you think i don't know that?" he asks with a slight narrow of his eyes. a bite to his quieter words. however, when the fear is outside of that night? when it has crept into your daily life, &. caused you to become obsessively protective of those close to you? when you got out with a few scrapes and bruises? his chest is moving faster already.
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"i'm fine." he says pointedly. "just drop it, okay?" he says this louder, walking past just so he could slide his hands up into his hair. plaid shirt hanging from his frame. "trust me, i'll be a lot more happy once i have my snickers." he turns back around, giving an apologetic, empathetic look. like a dog. shrugging, laxly. "i like to be a dignified host, after all."
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