#michael imagine

[redr0sewrites]

HI HI!!!! if you do ever decide to write for the archangels i would LOVE sum michael hcs.!!.!!.! i would gobble him up yum yum

jumped skipped and hopped over all my other requests to get to this one LMAO- considering he's non-canon i just went off my own hcs soo yea!!!!

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, bible lore™️, possible religious trauma?

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

Sfw:

Michael has lived a long, long time, he's been alive since before earth was even created and has definitely seen some things

he knows that many mortals experience love, yet he never really felt such a strong connection until he met you. of course he loved his "family", but michael was a stranger to true love

HES SUCH A GENTLEMAN! michael definitely puts your needs before his, and i hc his love languages to be quality time and acts of service. he loves having you by his side more than anything, and is always spending time with you.

he's the type to give you lots and lots of flowers! you two probably have a garden that he goes to get flowers from, because he just loves how happy you get at such a seemingly simple gesture

michael is very protective, but not in a limiting way, he just wants to make sure your safe. after lucifer fell from heaven and created original sin, michael had to step up and take on even more heavenly duties. he knows how important it is to keep you safe and he loves you a lot, so he worries about you a lot

he honestly misses lucifer a lot, but he would never admit it. he talks to you a lot about his other siblings and family, and tells you stories about the beginning of earth and heaven's creation. he definitely introduces you to the other archangels, seraphims, and heavenly virtues, and loves that you get along with them. i definitely think you'd become buddies with azrael or gabriel, and y'all would cause shenanigans together (much to michaels dismay)

michael is literally so patient with you, and it's genuinely so sweet. everyone can tell he's WHIPPED, and he honestly doesn't mind. he'll listen to you ramble for hours on end, he'll try more modern food for you, he'll even adopt your music taste once he starts dating you! michael loves you as a whole and wants to enjoy everything you're interested in

HUSBAND MATERIAL. he definitely takes it upon himself to cook for you, he helps you clean, anything you need help with he volunteers to assist you.

michael is SUCH a morning person you can not tell me im wrong. he wakes up really early, and loves watching you sleep peacefully. he makes you breakfast in the morning and when its time for you to wake up, he always wakes you up with kisses or tickles or both! he loves holding you in the morning, but he's a little strict about getting up on time, he does have heavenly duties to attend to after all. if you do manage to wake up before him, you might manage to convince him to stay in bed with you for just a few more minutes. he honestly has such a soft spot for you

you are one of the few people allowed to touch his wings, which is a HUGE sign of trust on michael's part. he usually keeps his wings hidden, but there comes a time when they get so irritating that they just need to be preened. he gets all huffy about it because its "such an inconvenience", and you get to laugh at his pouty face while you gently preen his wings!

i think all the archangels have 6 wings, so it definitely takes a while. michael probably falls asleep halfway through, the feeling of your soft, smaller hands on his wings just makes him feel soft and drowsy. preening often transitions to.... other activities if yk what i mean bc of how sensitive angels' wings are. because michael keeps his wings hidden so often, his wings are especially sensitive and its one of the few times you'lll ever see him blush hehe

he has a really soft, smooth voice, and you LOVE listening to him speak. michael will definitely read to you if you ask, and you can't help but nod off to the sound of his melodic voice. i definitely think most abgels are very musical or at least enjoy music, and if you beg, you may get him to sing for you. his voice is lovely, and he'll sing you soft lullabies in old languages that you can't understand but know are loving

you two very rarely argue, and whenever you do come to a disagreement, michael adamantly refuses to raise his voice at you. he would never yell at you or say anything harsh, and is more likely to opt to just spend some time apart to think on the disagreement. he never lets you two go to bed upset, and will always sit down to have a conversation with you about any clashes you two have. i dont see him as too stubborn and i think he's willing to compromise on most accounts, but its very rare that you two argue anyway because he's so sweet all the time

Nsfw:

michael is 100% a giver in bed. he loves giving you oral and always prioritizes your pleasure over his own. he's always focused on making you cum first and really enjoys pleasing you

i see him as a switch, he could definitely be a pleasure dom but i also see him as a bit of a sub as well. sometimes all of his work and overall stress gets to his head, and he trusts you enough to let you take the reins and get him out of his own head. when he subs, he's definitely much louder and a lot whinier. he's definitely not a brat and would probably do anything you ask him to

he has a praise kink both ways, and loves showering you in praise. michael definitely likes mirror sex, and will tell you to call yourself beautiful of pretty or handsome as he fucks you.

"darling, look at how pretty you are. c'mon, i want to hear you say it. look in the mirror, don't you see how pretty you are?"

eye contact is important to him, and he enjoys a lot of basic positions like missionary and things like that, but i also see him being into lotus position because he loves being so close to you.

michael isn't very loud when it comes to sex, but he is big on talking to you. he loves whispering sweet nothings to you as you cum, and praising you in how well you took him

he isn't ridiculously vanilla, but he hasn't been very adventurous either. while i don't think he's had any official relationships before you, i dont see him as a virgin. he's probably slept with a few people, so he has some experience, but he's still learning as well. i think he's down to try most things as long as you're into them, but he wouldn't want to hurt you too much

michael may feel a bit awkward about sex, sure he knows its not a big deal, but a part of him doesn't want to overstep any of your boundaries either. he wants you to know that he's with you because he loves you, not just for sex and will make that abundantly clear. y'all definitely have a serious conversation about it before the first time you have sex, and you definitely have a safeword

GUYS HEAR ME OUT but i think he'd have a bit of a corruption kink. he'd never admit it but the thought of him being your first is SUCH a turn on, and he really loves when you get so fucked-put that you're incoherent. i think he'd be down for a bit of role play, but only if you're into it and it would definitely relate to some sort of corruption or religious corruption

i don't think he'd degrade you too much, but i do think he might mock you a bit. "oh, you were such a devout little thing, i wonder what the others would think of you now darling. sucking in my cock like a vice, you really aren't so innocent after all, aren't you dear?"

he loves overstimulating you until you're incoherent, but i don't think he's big on orgasm denial. he loves pleasuring you and he loves rewarding you more than anything. the only time i see him really denying your orgasms is if you've been a major brat and have pushed him over the edge, or if you ask him to. either way he's gonna mock you a bit on how filthy you are, but will still praise you for taking it so well

he has definitely bought you a lot of pretty little necklaces and loves seeing you in nothing but the gifts he bought you. the way the charm bounces against your chest as he fucks you, it drives him crazy! especially if theyre gold or if theyre cross necklaces, bc its so similar to his color scheme

he likes holding your hand during sex. its very intimate, and he always gives your hand a little squeeze as he's coming

i think one of the few things he's against during sex is hurting you. sure, he'll mock you here and there, but hurting you? no, its just a turnoff for him. your the most precious thing in his life, he'd never want to hurt you even in jest. if you really, really wanted him to you might get him to tie you down or maybe hold your throat/face while he fucks you, but he would never go as far as to hurt you

when it comes to you fucking him, he loves to be praised and pampered. its a bit embarrassing, but he's often so overworked and pent up that he really loves being treated sweetly. he might cry a bit during sex, trust me he's ok, he just gets overstimulated really easily. michael definitely enjoys it tho!

speaking of overstimulation, PLEASE touch his wings during sex! you'll get the sweetest moans and whimpers from him, and he'll get so whiny. its one of the few times he'll beg, and he both loves and hates when you make him cum untouched by only stroking his wings

aftercare is very important to michael, and he always takes time to clean you both up. it's an unspoken agreement that whoever tops cleans up the other first and starts the bath while the person who subbed takes a minute to catch their breath. he always wipes down your thighs and cleans you off, and when it comes to baths, he'll always make sure everything is ready before carrying you to the tub. when he's subbing, he'll probably try his best to help you but may push himself a bit too hard because he's so tired. PLEASE kiss him and pamper him in the tub, tell him how much you love him!!!!

hes genuinely just so sweet in bed and during aftercare, and overall cares about you a lot

PLSSS THE HYPWRFIXATION IS INSANE. I LOVE ALL THE ARCHANGELS AND HEAVEN AUS SM!!!!!!!!! CRYING BEGGING PLEEEADING FOR YALL TO SEND IN REQUESTS FOR ANYONE FROM THE HEAVEN AUS. the one im most familiar with is @esbellesantos au and my fav is azrael so PLSSS feel free to send in azrael reqs 😇 anyways hope yall enjoyed!!! i loved writing this sm!!!!

[sinning5sos]

Coworkers Pt. 2

Requested: YES by a genius → In your latest post Calum said “It’s alright baby, we’ll take our time.” and I just thought how hot it would be y/n + calum taking their time in it, no rush, just really taking their time to get to know each others body and likes 😫

Word Count: ~1,800

Smut:  ya baby :) 

Read part one here: here

He led you into his apartment, his hand wrapped firmly around yours as you glanced around. It was empty, undecorated and nearly lifeless, which was expected as he had just transferred. It was an impressive apartment still, and you turned to face him as he led you past the entryway.

“Don’t judge, my bedroom looks much better.” He said, and you smiled up at him as the two of you went upstairs. He was right, he had a massive bed in the center of his room with white bedding, “I like the classic look.”

“It’s great, but not as great as it could be.” You said, releasing his hand and walked over to the bed. You took your dress off, the same one that he had pushed down just a bit ago, and let it fall to the floor. His eyes followed the fabric down but bolted back up to yours, and shrugged out of his jacket.

“You’re right, it’s fucking perfect now. Get on the bed Princess,” He murmured, stripping his own clothes off. You giggled as you laid on the bed, and he sat beside you.

“Let’s explore each others’ bodies. I think we’ll have plenty of time for fucking,” You whispered, your fingers trailing up his bicep, “Your tattoos are so pretty,”

“Not as pretty as you,” He replied, and leaned closer to you. He latched his lips onto yours, hovering over your body as you wrapped your arm around his waist, desperate for him to be as close to you as possible. 

His hand trailed down between your bodies, stopping just under your rib cage as his thumb swept over your nipple. Your own hands ran up along his biceps and over his shoulders, amazed at the muscle definition underneath his tan skin. You ran your hands down his back, lightly scratching his skin and he chuckled as he dipped down for another kiss.

“Tell me what you like,” He murmured, and you thought for a second, color creeping into your cheeks as he waited for you to respond. He kissed the side of your jaw, then trailed kisses down your neck, to your collarbone and stopped just above your chest.

“I love being eaten out,” You whispered, your cheeks burning a darker color as he locked eyes with you. He raised his head up, his hands brushing up your side.

“Oh, do you?” He murmured. You nodded as you leaned up on your elbows, your nose nudging his, “That’s pretty fucking hot princess.”

“Want to know something even hotter?” You spread your legs further as he nodded, allowing him to be as close to you as possible, his lips brushing yours. You whispered against his lips, “Sometimes I squirt.”

“No fucking way,” He said. He pulled back, his eyes wide at your statement, “If that’s true, then you are officially the hottest fucking babe I’ve met.”

“Guess you’ll have to either find out or make me then,” You said. He chuckled as he leaned closer to you, kissing you once again. He deepened the kiss before he pulled back. 

“Oh, I plan on making you.” He murmured, pulling you down by your thighs and you laughed slightly at the determination in his eyes. He sat himself between your legs, his cock gently pressing against your core. He teased you slightly, gliding his cock in and out of your slit but not yet going inside of you.

“You haven’t earned this yet, I want you soaked and ready for my cock,” He muttered, and pushed himself down the bed and laid on his stomach. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you once again closer to him as he licked his lips, “I want you to tell me exactly how you want it.”

“Yes sir,” You teased. He chuckled but pressed a kiss against the inside of your thigh and you sighed at the light feeling of his lips as they moved closer, “My clit is the most sensitive part of my body. I can cum just from that.”

His eyes moved up to yours for a brief second before he laid his tongue flat against your clit and brushed it back and forth. Your body jolted at the sudden pleasure coursing through you, before gripping the sheets on his pretty bed. He curved his tongue around the bundle of nerves before slowly sucking on it. Your head fell back as a moan fell from your lips.

“Oh fuck, keep going,” You breathed out. He complied, clearly enjoying himself as you quickly become undone with his actions. He slurped loudly, and you pulled his hair slightly as you giggled.

“Nobody actually likes that,” You whispered, and he furrowed his brows but stopped.

“Bet you’ll love this,” He murmured against your thigh, before pushing his head low and he licked the outside of your lips before pushing his tongue inside of you.

“Fuck,” You seethed, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued to eat you out. His tongue moved from your clit to your hole, trailing everywhere in between. Your moans grew louder and you became more unraveled as Calum continued eating you out, your thighs starting to shake. You lost it completely when he sucked on your clit once again, your orgasm crashing over you as you collapsed against the bed, your breath gone.

“That was really fucking hot,” He said, wiping his chin off and you laughed as you reached out for him. You pulled him up closer to you, his mouth once again meeting yours. You were enjoying yourself, especially now, but loved the slow build up.

“It’s your turn,” You mumbled, your orgasm draining your energy but you wanted to make Calum feel even slightly as good as he just made you feel, “Lay down,”

You reversed the roles, Calum now laying where you just were, you between his legs. He stretched one arm out behind his head and the other hand moved to your jaw, pushing it up to look at him.

“You’re beautiful,” He murmured. You smiled as you rest your head against his thigh, giving him a slight kiss, just the way he did moments earlier. You licked the palm of your hand and wrapped it around his cock. He sucked in a breath as you started to stroke, and you loved the way his brow furrowed in pleasure as you moved against him.

“I love giving slow blows,” You whispered, and he groaned as his fingers tangled themselves in your hair. You kissed the tip of his cock, before pooling your spit and letting it slide down. You slowly took him into your mouth, your hand stroking what couldn’t fit. Your tongue flicked over his tip, collecting the precum and you swallowed. He moaned as you took him back into your mouth, pushing him further down your throat. He pushed the hair away from your face, his fingers slowly combing through the strands as you continued bobbing your head. His thighs tensed and his fingers paused as you found a rhythm he enjoyed.

“I’m going to cum soon baby,” He murmured, and you caught his gaze as you continued to suck him off. His eyes poured into yours as you pumped your hand faster, your mouth still containing him as he nearly came. His breath hitched and his cock twitched, and you swallowed his load down. You mimicked the way he wiped his chin before, and he chuckled as he guided you up closer to him.

“Favorite position?” He murmured, but the two of you were spent. 

“I love doggy, but I think we might have to be lazy. Between fucking in the car and now, I’m sort of exhausted,” You whispered and he chuckled.

“Here Princess, face that way,” He instructed, and you nodded. You lifted your leg up slightly as he adjusted himself, grabbing a condom from the side table. Once the condom was on, he ran his hand down your spine as he kissed your shoulder.

“Are you ready for me?” He asked, and you nodded, “Tsk, you need to use your words.”

“Yes, Calum, please fuck me,” You said, and as his hand stopped at your ass, he slapped the cheek. You breathed out as he pressed his cock against your entrance, before pushing in fully. He gave you a minute to adjust before you began rocking. The position was comfortable, the two of you lying on your side, your back against his chest but you were impressed as he started moving at how well he could still fuck. His hands gripped both sides of your hips, with each thrust of his, he pulled you to meet him. You loved the sound of him fucking you, your moans coming louder and quicker. 

“Just like that,” You breathed out, and he chuckled as he continued his rhythm, his fingers digging into your skin. You hoped there would be a mark the next morning, a sign of the night you’ve had. You moaned loudly as he slapped your ass again, the pain he inflicted meshing with his cock fucking you was a dangerous combination.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” He murmured, burying his face in your shoulder. You gasped slightly as he bit into your skin, but you didn’t mind - not with him. One of his hands wrapped around your body, his fingers moving to your clit and you arched your back into him, his mouth finding yours. As his fingers circled around your clit, he applied pressure and you moaned into the kiss. He started thrusting faster, and you knew your next orgasm was right around the corner. He bit down on your lip as you pulled away, dangerously close to cumming, your hips bucking against his.

“Hold still Princess,” He murmured, but you couldn’t control your body. Your thighs started to shake again as he continued to fuck you, your body nearly collapsing forward as your orgasm came, and you cried out in absolute pleasure as he kept going. You came, your body squirting out your orgasm and you whimpered as he continued to fuck you from behind. His own orgasm quickly caught up and he stilled as he came, before collapsing behind you onto the bed. You chuckled breathily, nearly gasping for air as you turned to face him.

“I ruined your sheets,” You whispered, and he chuckled. 

“Darling, there is no better way for these sheets to be used than what you did. Let’s sleep on the couch,” He murmured, his nose nudging yours then he kissed you, “I liked that.”

Part three

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Kinktober Day 6: Chastity- Michael

Summary: Michael thinks humans and their sexual ways are disgusting but maybe he’s just a bit of a hypocrite

Word count: 4,757 words (god damn my longest one yet. Idk how this happened)

Note: this is not what chastity style Kinktober fan fics are usually like but this is my take 😅. This fan fic also ended up being a bit more sweet then I expected

It wasn’t completely unknown how a lot of angels viewed humans, it was usually with disdain but that disdain did vary. Some saw them as more like an annoying little sibling you have to look after, others saw them as stupid apes that were good for a laugh and sometimes sex, but others, like Michael, saw them as disgusting and a mistake.

Michael and Lucifers views on humans were not as different as they seemed. Michael was just better at hiding it and following orders. The main difference was that even though Lucifer saw humans as disgusting mistakes, he was also similar to Gabriel where he could still get a laugh and have some fun.

Some thought Michael was more like Raphael where yeah sure he didn’t like them but he was mainly pretty indifferent, but no, Michael really did hate humans. He saw humans as disgusting creatures who run on nothing but primary urges. Urges that make them kill, fight, gorge and fuck. That was one thing Michael truly did loath about them, how casually they treated sex and sexual desires.

Michael believed his father created humans to enjoy sex with one person they cared for and to create more humans and that was it, not to fool around, masturbate and use sex in a primal and almost feral way. The way humans treated sex was disgusting.

Chastity, that’s what Michael believed in, to stay pure and good. Humans were supposed to be beautiful children, not these disgusting animals.

Now that Michael had lost his grace and had to live with the Winchesters, he had been on edge and grumpy every second of the day. Dean Winchesters sexual antics made everything worse and today it was especially bad.

“You have a good night, Deanie Beanie?” You ask smirking at him. Teasing him with both the nickname and his scruffy hair as he walked through the bunker door.

He replied simply with a smirk and a wink as he walked through the bunker, likely to have a shower.

Lucifer, Gabriel, Sam and yourself look between each other and snicker and slightly roll your eyes. Raphael seemed pretty indifferent as he continued drinking his coffee and reading his book, not really caring about human drama. However as per usual, Michael scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“That’ll be you one day, Mikey.” Gabriel slapped Michael on his shoulder laughing.

Gabriel often liked to tease Michael about his views on sex, especially since Gabriel is literally a porn star. It had been stressful having four archangels now living in the bunker and trying to get their grace back, but one thing that made it easier was when you all teased Michael. Despite being the oldest out of all of you, you’d all tease him like he was the youngest.

“Don’t be disgusting, Gabriel.” Michael glared at his younger brother.

“You know you’re kinda hot when you get all flustered, Michael.” You pile on with the teasing, both you and Gabriel smirk at each other.

“Hey, that’s my dad, sort of.” Sam commented, feeling conflicted.

“Well then I know where you and Dean get it from, Sammy.” You lightly flirt and wink at him, rustling his overgrown hair.

“You are shameless.” Michael jabs, causing the rest of the table, surprisingly even Raphael, to chuckle and throw a few ‘ooohh’s’ your way.

“Don’t feeling jealous, Mikey, I’ll flirt with you whenever you like,” you wink at him, beginning to stand up, “now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna have a shower and start to get ready for the day, gentlemen. You’re welcome to join me, Michael.” You smirk at him as you send a wink his way.

“Shut up.” Was all he managed to angrily grumble out as you blew him a kiss while you walked off.

The nice warm shower really did to wonders for the stress all this archangels business had caused you. Now getting into some comfy bike shorts and top stolen from Sam you were officially ready to start the day and actually get some things done.

You were looking for your car keys are you hear an angry knock on your door. You assumed it was Michael but were still surprised when you open it to find it really was him. While Michael may make snide comments here and there, since losing his grace he’s never really been overly combative.

“Taking me up on that shower offer Mikey? Sorry to disappoint but I’m all done.” You continue yet again to make fun of him as your hand touches his chest.

Grabbing your wrist he lightly pushes you back into your room and closes the door surprisingly gently. Even when he’s mad he’s still very stereotypically angelic.

“Look I am forced to be here and I try to be a civil as possible but you need to stop. I know my father has told me not to judge humans but to respect them but I can not do that with you.” He told you sternly, more feeling like you were being told off by a patient teacher then you were by an archangel of the lord.

“Why me, Michael? Why not Sam or Dean or Gabriel? They screw around a lot more than I do. Is it because I’m a woman?” You ask him now getting more than a little fed up.

“Yes! But also no.” He stated, almost confused.

“Firstly, it’s because you say such suggestive and vulgar things to me directly and that needs to stop. Secondly, women are supposed to be soft and delicate, it’s how my father created you to be.” He further explained, hoping to straighten this all out but not realising he was just making it worse.

“I’m not sure if I should feel insulted or a little turned on.” You replied honestly as you thought of his words.

“There you go again! Can’t you even attempt to be less vulgar!” You retorted, now beginning to get worked up.

“What and be like you, daddy’s boy?! Huh? Walk around preaching chastity and purity and abstinence?”

“Yes!” Michael yelled, now officially feeling aggravated.

“You walk around in tight clothes or clothes stolen from a man who is not your husband! You make sexual comments, lewd jokes and touch every one of us. Why just last week you managed to sit in Sam, Deans and Lucifers lap all in one night! Why can’t you just be good and pure?”

Wow, you didn’t know why but this little rant of his was really making you want to tease him. You wanted to see if you could pull a little blush from the archangel. Smirking devilishly you began to enact that plan.

“So you’ve been watching me very closely then have you, Mikey? Looking at my body and how I touch people? God it must be so hard for you, starting to be more human everyday. I mean before you saw humans as being no more than animals, filthy creatures and now you’re noticing what one of us wears and how we act.” With every word you walk closer and closer to Michael, him walking back as you walk forward. Now he sits on your bed, watching you with almost awe in his eyes as you continue.

He sits on your bed, with his hands almost submissively placed on his knees, you lean down and whisper into his ear.

“I bet losing your grace, becoming human, has been really hard on you,” accentuating the word ‘hard’ with a squeeze of his thigh, “I mean you’re so pure and a man of such chastity, it must be difficult now such primal urges are slipping their way into your body and your mind.” Now looking directly into his eyes, you place your other hand on the side of his face.

“Tell me, what do you think about when you see me in those tight clothes? How does it make your body feel? I bet you get real excited and I bet you count down the hours until you can go to your room and have a nice shower. Somewhere private where no one would even know how hard you were and how good it felt to be human and to finally touch yourself. I bet you have, I bet you wished I would sit on your lap or touch you just a bit longer.”

Michael wished he could push you away and walk out the door but he was frozen, it was all true and he hated himself for not being able to deny it.

Seeing that he doesn’t move you now sit on his lap, like you said he wished you would. Not even realising he’d done it, his hand naturally slips around your waist.

“Do you want me to be a good girl for you, Michael?” You ask taunting his as your lips make their way to his ear.

“Or do you want to be a good boy for the me, baby?” The question making his eyes close and a little moan escape his lips. Noticing the reaction you’ve had on him you smirk and begin to softly kiss his neck.

The feeling of your soft lips and the way his pants begin to feel tighter and tighter pulls him from the trace-like state you’ve put him in. He suddenly stands, almost making you tumble over, as he walks out your bedroom door. Not saying a single word, just leaving in a hurry.

*******

That night the boys decide to go out to a bar, everyone needing a break from the bunker. The only one missing being Michael. The rest of the group didn’t care at all but you were hoping he’d come out, hoping you’d be able to tease him some more. He wasn’t even in the entrance of the bunker when you went to leave so you couldn’t even tease him with the tight low cut shirt and short skirt you wore.

Your outfit wasn’t a total loss and you knew it would get a reaction from Michael because of how every single one of the other men in the group seemed to react, even Raphael and Cas gave you a look over.

You always had a great time with the boys but honestly right now all you could think about was Michael.

Quickly excusing yourself you went to the bathroom of the bar that was luckily empty. You quickly snapped a photo of your outfit in the bathroom mirror of the bar and sent it to Michael.

‘If you really want to be a good boy for me you’ll be waiting in my room on your knees 😇😘’

You sent the message and quickly went back to the boys to let them know you were heading off.

God the whole drive home you were feeling antsy. You would barely sit still as your pussy began to throb just thinking of Michael on his knees.

When you walked through your bedroom door you let out a moan seeing just that, Michael had even taken the liberty to remove this shirt. Having this perfect angel on his knees in nothing but his grey sweats was enough to make you cum there and then.

As you walk through the door his face shoots up and you swear you could see his dick twitch in his pants. Finally getting that blush you wanted from him, his eyes raked over your body as you bit your lip and started circling him.

“You really are an obedient little soldier aren’t you, Michael?” You whispered hotly in his ear as you stood behind him, hands on his muscular shoulders.

“Yes.” Was all he could moan out as you began massaging his shoulders and kissing his neck.

“You were such a good boy for me, waiting here on your knees. But have you always been a good boy, Michael?” Your tone becoming dangerous as you raise up and tug his hair back as you do, looking him dead in the eyes.

Despite being a fierce warrior of heaven, you accusing the archangel of being anything other than your good boy shot fear into him. You could see this fear in his eyes as you stared at him for a little while longer.

“I’m gonna ask you something and if you’re lying, I’ll know.” You tell him with a warning tug on his hair, causing a moan to escape passed his now open lips.

“I’ll tell you anything, y/n.” He assures you as his filled eyes seem to become doe like.

“How many times have you touched yourself since you’ve been here, Michael.” You ask him in an authoritative tone.

Both fear and shame run over his face as that cute blush of his becomes deeper.

“Five times.” He answers you shamefully.

“Five times? You’re just as filthy as I am Michael.” You taunt him as you now make your way to stand in front of him, both hands now on either side of his face.

“Dirty little boy. No worse than us humans now. Not as pure and filled with chastity as you seem, baby.” You smirk now as his face is filled with shame, tears beginning to well in his eyes.

“Aaawww, is the little angel gonna cry? You feel so dirty and now it’s making you cry? You were a naughty boy, Michael. Now you tell me every dirty little thought that went through your mind and maybe you’ll be forgiven.” You taunt and chastise him. Despite your words being filled with taunts and threats Michael seemed to like it, he seemed to crave your touch and your approval.

“I don’t want to be bad… I- I’ll tell you. Please just make me feel good, please.” He begged you, never feeling this need before and not fully know what your touch will do but knowing he needed it.

“Begging like a little whore now? I think I told you to tell me your dirty thoughts, not to beg me to fuck you.” You scorn him as you rip his head back.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Little tears beginning to fall as he tries to think of where to start.

“When-when w-w-we were at the bar I thought of you sitting on my lap and how you’d feel on me and if you’d rub yourself against me. When you were cooking for us and I saw you bend over the counter, I thought of ripping your clothes off and having my way with you.” Every fantasy he admitted seeming to hurt him to say, as if he was admitting the terrible crimes.

“Was that all or was there more? Come on and be a good boy for me.” You ask him softly now, stroking his cheek.

“No, there’s three more. New fantasies came to me every time I touched myself. I feel so ashamed.” He tells you, now genuine worry on his face.

“That’s a lot of dirty thoughts for my sweet angel.” Wanting to tease him some more but also starting to feel a little bad you walk away from him and bring over the small lounge chair in the corner of the room.

You sit on it comfortably with your legs spread nice and wide, Michael getting a view of your lacy black panties just barely covering your pussy, making him bite back a moan as he stared.

“You sit between my knees and place your sweet little head on my thigh and tell me the rest, baby. If you’re good I’ll let you touch my pussy. I still need to punish you for touching yourself but I will reward you if you tell me your other dirty fantasies.” Hearing this Michael begins to rise but is quickly stopped.

“Uh uh, crawl over.” You tell him, pointing to the ground.

Ever the obedient soldier, he follows your order perfectly. Crawling between your legs, he finds home resting his head on your thigh and looking up into your eyes.

“Keep going, baby.” You tell him as you stroke his hair.

Closing his eyes and almost purring he begins to get lost in your touch but continues telling you.

“I saw you and Sam kissing and grabbing at each other in the training room and thought of myself in Sams place. When you and Gabriel were baking I thought of what your tongue would feel like all over my body, and then this morning when you said I join you in the shower, I thought of how gorgeous you’d look over covered in soap and how soft your body would feel under my hands.” With that last confession spoken, Michael let out a big breath and broke eye contact from you. Feeling so anxious from letting you know his fantasies.

“Wow, baby, those were some really delicious fantasies, we might have to make some of them come true one day. For now however you can have a little reward for being such a good boy and telling me all of that.” You coo at him as you gently stroke his hair.

Spreading your legs even wider you beckon him towards you with a curl of your finger. Slowly leaning up towards you, you take his face in your hands and plant a kiss on his perfect lips. Starting off slow and sweet, the kisses get more and more heated, the hands on his face move to his neck and in his hair and he begins to stand up further on his knees, slotting his body to press against yours.

When you feel him begin to grind onto you, quickly you push him away and break the kiss.

“You wanna touch my pussy, Michael?”

Michael first looks at you with excitement but then with worry as he looks away ashamed. Feeling bad you take his face in your hands.

“Baby. You’re not a bad boy for wanting those things or wanting to touch me.” You reassure him sweetly.

“But you said I’d be punished.” He tells you weakly, sounding like a scolded child.

“Oh sweet boy. I need to punish you for touching yourself not because your sexual urges are wrong but because you’re my good boy, your cock his mine, your pleasure is mine. I decide when you cum and if you’re a bad boy and cum without my permission I have to punish you. Do you understand, baby?” You ask, stroking his face.

“I understand.” He replies, face now full of intrigue.

“Now do you want to touch me on the chair or on the bed?”

His face lights up like a kid at Christmas, acting like those were the best words anyones ever said.

“Bed! Bed please!” He quickly replied excitedly.

Giggling at his excitement, you leave the chair and take his hand in yours, leading him onto the bed. As he sits on the bed like he had done early that day, you begin to strip out of your already pretty minimal clothes. Putting on a bit of a show for him his eyes never leave your body as he watches each item leave your body until you’re left naked in front of him.

Crawling on the bed you sit with your back against the headboard and open your legs for him, making sure he can see your whole pussy.

Turning to kneel between your legs he just stares at you in awe, almost too nervous to do anything.

“You don’t have to know what to do, sweet boy, you just touch me wherever you like, I want you to just learn and feel me.” You reassure him as his hands slowly creep up your inner thigh.

“I think I’m beginning to understand the beauty my father saw when he created humans, you’re so beautiful and unique. Soft and sweet skin and body. So beautiful.” Michael sighed, mesmerised by you as his hands began to wander, staring at your body in marvel and awe.

His hands reach from your inner thigh and over your hips, squeezing them as he went. Once he reached your stomach he held his hands there for a second in thought, just staring. Slowly he began to move again, one hand moving to your breast and the other moving to your pussy.

The hand that was on your breast began to gently squeeze and his finger gently rolled over your nipple. His other hand swiped through the spread lips of your pussy, gently and experimentally.

You don’t think he realised what he was doing to you and you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible to let him have this moment. You bit your lip trying hard not to make a sound but once he rolled your nipple between his fingers and his light touches brushed over your clit you couldn’t help the little gasp that left your lips.

Michaels eyes lit up as he looked up to you, excited he was able to make such a pretty noise come out of you. Lightly grazing over the spot again he noticed that that was what was making you feel so good. He continues to gently rub his fingers over this spot again and again, each time you make one of those pretty noises.

He looks between your face, your breasts and your pussy, so excited and eager.

“Ooohh, Michael you’re doing so good. Keep going and you’re gonna make me cum.” You smiled down at him sweetly.

“Can I? Please? Can I make you cum?” He asks you excitedly as his fingers move a little faster.

“Yes! Be a good boy and make me cum, baby!” You shout out in utter euphoria. As the pressure gets tighter and tighter you forget this was supposed to be an experience for Michael. Cumming hard your hands fly to his hair and your mouth collides with his again, kissing him with heated passion as your body shakes.

“You did such a good job, sweet boy.” You tell him gently as you stroke his face, still coming down from your high.

“I still have to punish you but then I’m gonna ride your cock, my sweet angel.” You tell him, biting your lip as your hand makes contact with his cock for the first time, rubbing him over his sweat pants.

This new feeling is so exciting to Michael his head flys back just from your light touches.

“Yes! Yes! Punish me then aaa-ah then-then. Make me cum! Please!” He managed to get out as your strokes become faster.

“Okay, sweet boy,” you whisper in his ear “you take off your pants, place your hands on the desk, legs apart and bend right down for me, okay?” You instruct him gently.

Without even responding he’s quick to follow your every command. You watch him with great interest as he follows your instructions perfectly.

Slowly you walk up behind him and hold onto his hips tightly, pulling his ass back into you, earning a small yelp from Michael.

“Okay, sweet boy. I’m gonna spank you 5 times, once for each time you came without my permission and you’re gonna count with every hit. Can you do that?” You ask him sweetly as you rub his ass.

“Yes. I can do that, I’ll be a good boy.” He replies weakly, his head now low and ass pushed out further.

Standing beside him you put one hand on the small of his back as your other hand hits his left cheek with one big slap.

“Aah, one!” He calls out.

Another smack hits his right cheek now.

“Two!” He calls again.

Switching sides between each hit he counts each time.

Whack!

“Three!”

Whack!

“F-ffoour!”

“One more, baby.” You coo in his ear, his head getting lower and lower with each slap.

This last hit was the hardest by far, even stinging your hand a bit.

“Fuck! FIVE!” He shouted as loud as he could.

“Ooohh. Did you just swear, baby? That wasn’t very sweet and pure of you, my good boy. That’s something a bad boy would say. I should punish you again, shouldn’t even let you cum.” You tease him as you crouch down in front of him.

Fear falls to his face as he takes in what you’re saying.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry, please, please, I’ll be a good boy!” Michael pleads with you, now on his knees in front of you.

“Okay, baby, I won’t punish you, but good boys don’t use that kind of language. Okay?” You tell him, stroking his hair.

“Yes, y/n.” He simply replies, looking into your eyes.

“Good boy. Now you lay down on the bed and I’ll make you feel really good.” You tell him sweetly as you kiss his cheek.

Almost running to the bed he lays on his back right in the middle, eyes never leaving you as his chest heaves up and down. Slowly you make your way over to him, teasing him as much as he can. Once you approach the bed you straddle his hips and begin to grind down on him, earning you a gasp as his hands flew to your hips.

“Are you ready, baby?” You ask him, lightly tracing patterns on his chest as you continue to grind your bare pussy on his bare cock.

“I’m ready.” He sighs out, his eyes beginning to close.

His eyes open again as you begin to lift your hips off of him, lining him up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on him and his hands tighten on your hips.

As you bottom out you look down at your sweet angel and see his head fallen back, eyes closed and muttering in enochian, he looked so beautiful.

Slowly you started grinding on him and his muttering turned to moans and groans as he opened his eyes to look at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He gasped out as your grinding picked up speed.

“So are you, my sweet angel.” You tell him as you lean down and kiss passionately.

As your grinding turns more into humping Michael starts to get the rhythm and pushes his hips up into you at the same pace, looking at you in marvel.

“Guess you don’t think I’m so impure anymore, baby.” You tease him once again as you lean yourself down to his neck and begin to bounce on his cock.

At this new position his groans become louder and his gasps more frequent, you could tell he was close.

“No, no, no, nooo… you’re pure and perfect and divine! Aaa-aah! Please y/n I’m gonna cum! Please I wanna be a good boy please! Let me cum!” He pleads loudly.

Sitting back onto your knees and placing your hands on his chest, your thrusts slow slightly in this new position, making Michaels breath slow too.

“You remember that spot you touched before, baby?” You ask him panting with each thrust.

“Yes, yes, yeeesss.” He gasps and groans out, enjoying this pleasure but trying so hard not to cum.

“Touch me there and make me cum and then you can cum, baby.” You command him as you take his hand and guide his fingers to your clit.

Again following orders so well, he rubs you there nice and fast as your thrusts pick up again. Knowing you were so close you take his other hand to throw it onto your breast.

“Yeh, just like that, baby, aaa-aah! Oooh! You’re making me feel so good, Michael!” You praise him as you begin to feel yourself come undone.

“Aaaah! Michaaaeel!” you scream out as your orgasm takes over.

Quickly following yours Michael grabs onto your hip tightly and fucks into you with a few more hard strokes before releasing himself inside of you with a loud groan.

Panting loudly you fall down beside him and tiredly pull the blankets over both of you. Looking up at him you give him a sweet kiss to his soft lips.

“How you feelin, Mikey?” You ask him in a soft blissed out voice.

“Amazing.” He simply states, holding you as he looks up to the ceiling continuing to catch his breath.

“You know, when I have my grace back I’ll have more control and I could make love to you even better.” He tells you sweetly as his face now turns to you, cupping your cheek.

“Sounds fine by me.” You tell him smiling as you kiss him again.

“But for now let’s get you into the shower, angel boy. Let you see what I look like covered in soap.” You whisper into his ear as you both rush off to the shower.

[tinyglitterrose]

Spoiled

part three of the Princess Series

Mashton, boxboy, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Michael

Warnings: SMUT

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"Hey, Ash?", Michael opened the door to the back room of their tour bus.

Ashton looked up from his phone, sitting up more straight from where he'd been lazily lounging on the long couch. Calum and Luke were fumbling around in the kitchen, trying to cook, while the bus was driving on the high way.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Not much", Michael shrugged his shoulders and walked into the room, maybe a bit too casually, "You?"

Ashton shrugged as well, turning back to his phone.

Michael just stared at him.

"You sure you're good?", Ashton looked back up, grinning lopsidedly at his bandmate.

"Mhh, well", he waited until Ashton furrowed his eyebrows to keep talking, "I think I could be. If I wasn't the only one being excluded."

"Ex- from what?", the drummer was more than confused, especially with how Michael was grinning like a menace at him. Was he high?

Michael shrugged again, sighing as if something traumatic had happened to him but none of the boys cared enough to notice it.

Ashton laid his phone down beside him, giving Mike his full attention.

"Did we do something? I'm sorry if we did something, Mike, I promise we didn't purposefully exclude you from anything."

"You really didn't, did you?", Michael's face changed to an almost pityful expression. Where was the boy going with this? Ashton looked at him, getting more lost every second, shaking his head again.

"Makes sense", Michael nodded to himself, "After all you're a little princess. Princesses are spoiled, so why would you come up to me, right?"

Ashton's eyes went big. Shit, he had thought that this was almost forgotten. It had been another three weeks since Luke had, well, fucked him with a dildo until he was crying and they hadn't talked about it again. It wasn't awkward either, everything was good.

But apparently not for Michael.

"I, uh-"

"You what? Obviously Luke told us what you two did and you know, I was hoping that maybe you'd come up to me and offer to not have me be the only one being excluded, but oh well. Gotta do everything myself."

"You-"

"Is the mighty princess busy right now or can I pledge for an allowance to touch your oh so fantastic behind?"

"Mike", Ashton winced, he didn't like his best friend sounding so mean. He didn't want him to be pissed off or angry at him.

He caught his lip between his teeth, worriedly biting on it. Should he...? It would make Michael happy again, right? But it would also be so embarrassing. Then again, it would feel good and he secretly loved the humiliation and it wasn't like Mike didn't exactly know what he was asking for.

So Ashton took a long shaky breath, then he slid off the couch and kneeled on the floor, hands claspes together in his lap.

"I'm sorry for being a brat", he mumbled to Michael's left knee.

Michael didn't react at all for a few seconds. Calum and Luke had described Ash as incredibly bratty and unwilling to obey to anything. But now he was kneeling in front of him and apologizing. Without even having been given any instructions to do so.

"Wow, Ash, you can be obedient then, huh?", he was mumbling himself.

"Just - just wanna be a good..."

"A good princess?"

Ashton nodded quickly, still not lifting his gaze and not able to say the word. It still embarrassed him too much to admit to it, that he liked being their princess. He was a man after all, a tall, fit, grown man with chest hair and abs. Being a princess was just... it was so humiliating.

"Say it, Ash"

But he didn't say anything.

"Aw, come on, Ashy", Michael leaned down to put two fingers under the others' chin, making him look him in the eyes, "Tell me what you are or I'll have to fuck the words out of you. And this door over there", he nodded towards the slide door that led to the bunk beds, "has no lock on it. The other boys could just walk in, while I'm making you sit on my cock."

Ashton clamped his mouth shut. He was too stubborn for this. And he kinda wanted what Michael was threatening to do. Wanted him to make him scream and beg so loud that Cal and Luke would come in wondering if he was hurt.

And Michael quickly picked up on that.

"Alright then", he grinned wickedly, lifting his hips off the couch and pushing his pants and underwear down. Before Ashton cod fully register what was happening, his jaw was gripped and forced open and a half hard dick was fed into his mouth.

"Suck", Michael demanded, still holding onto the other man's jaw with a tight grip, but he slid his hand up the side of Ashton's face to then instead take hold of his curls at the back of his head, forcefully pushing him down. Not even Calum had been this rough with Ashton.

Ashton choked but didn't try to pull back.

"Alright, enough", Michael pushed him away barely two minutes later.

Ashton looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth still open. Did he do somethin wrong? Was Michael suddenly digusted of him?

But he wasn't.

"Clothes off", he said, dick still being out and crossing his arms over his chest. He lifted his eyebrows expectantly, when Ashton didn't move.

Ashton gulped, blushing heavily, but started doing as asked.

"That too", Michael grinned when he hesitated to take his boxers off. Biting his lip, the drummer obeyed, then he got back on his knees in front of Mike, hands clasped together in his lap.

Michael didn't say anything for a while, just staring at his older friend and having him sit there in front of him. Entirely naked and waiting for directions.

It was quite a sight to behold and Michael wondered if Ashton would let him take a picture if he asked.

"Tell me if you want me to stop with anything", he said seriously instead and Ashton nodded shakily. He didn't know what to expect, what might be coming.

Or who, he realized when he remembered that any of the other two boys - or even anyone at all - could just walk into the back of the bus.

"Wait here"

Ashton obeyed, not moving an inch until Michael came back. He then turned his head to look at him, but the younger one only had to lift an eyebrow to make Ashton's head whip back around.

"Don't jump", he heard him mumble right behind him. He had kneeled behind Ashton.

Ashton kned his fingers in his lap, anxiously waiting for what Michael was going to do.

He couldn't believe he was in a situation like this again, was this all just okay with his bandmates?

And why did it excite him that he wasn't sure if they enjoyed this as much as he did?

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i haven't posted in quite some time so i'm splitting this one into a two part imagine to give you something new 🥰👀

[5sosunited101]

Naughty Girls Go To Hell

I’m really really passionate about writing dirty fanfics and this one happens to be inspired by the gif below. I totally get disappointed or displeased vibes.

“WHAT THE HELL Y/N?, I THOUGHT WE TALKED ABOUT HOW I DON’T LIKE YOU TOUCHING WHAT’S MINE AND YOUR BODY IS MINE.” Michael Yelled at me.

“But you were busy in your man cave dungeon studio, I don’t know what you call you stupid room, and I didn’t want to bother you.” I tried as a lame excuse

“Y/N, YOU KNOW THAT’S ANSWER ISN’T GOING TO FLY WITH ME. YOU KNOW THAT IF YOU NEEDED ME YOU CAN ALWAYS COME GET ME. AND WHAT MORE CORRECTLY PISSES ME OFF IS THE FACT BOTH CALUM AND LUKE CAUGHT YOU MASTERBAITING, IN THE LIVING ROOM NO LESS. I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU THINK YOU WOULDN’T GET CAUGHT.” Michael continue mad as fuck.

unsure of how to answer you said the first thing that came to mind, “I’m sorry, Michael. I really am sorry.”

“NO, YOUR NOT GETTING OFF THE HOOK THAT EASY. YOU’LL BE SORRY WHEN I’M DONE WITH YOU. AND IT ISN’T MICHAEL ANYMORE IT EITHER SIR OR MASTER TO YOU, LITTLE CUNT. Michael violently ripped the blanket off me leaving me stark naked before him then grabbing a handful of my hair pulling me off the couch dragging me up to the bedroom where he threw me hard against the bed face down. “STAY” I heard him yell from behind me as I assumed he when looking for restraints and whatever implements he planned on using.

it was several minutes before he returned chucking load of stuff onto the bed including a couple mental poles oddly close to your head. You hear sounds of things being shuffled around on the bed then you hear Michael’s voice but you told miss what he said until he repeats, “GIVE ME YOUR LEFT ARM. DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN.” quickly I comply feeling a mixture of leather and mental clamped around my wrist then you hear a clunk in front of your face as Michael walks around to clamp your other wrist which he does after commanding you to hand it to him. You soon find that you can’t put your arms into a comfortable position so while Michael seems to be fiddling with something that sounds like rope you take a quick glance at what is holding my arm apart. I’m surprised to see one of the mental bar which I believe is called a spreader there. Michael’s voice rings in my ear, “Hey, I’m going to tie this bar to the headboard real quick then we’ll work on you legs.”

Before I knew it he was already moving down the bed to work on clamping my ankles. “K, your left leg and now your rig—HEY” I decided to be a little brat and not comply trying to kick Michael. But all it got me was hefty slap to the inside of my thigh. And being stronger than me finally with lot of grief got y last ankle locked in. “There, this is definitely a beautiful sight. All tied up a good ass fücking which what your getting.” I could definitely feel Michael just taking in the sight of my naked and tied up body just on display for whatever evils might be in store for me.

I feel the weight of the bed shift telling me that Michael left me but before I could worry he was back. “Tonight punishment is going to be intense. Your getting spanked then dry ass fücked. No pleasure for you since you seem to got that earlier.” He showed me a little crop tool, “see this?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good girl, this going to be your ass destroyer tonight, well technically I be spanking you everywhere. And this,” he hand me a little homemade dice box that contain a D20. “Is for how many spanks you’re getting each time.”

^^^the dice box^^^^

“Where to get started? Where indeed, mmmm?” He paced back and forth behind me. ………writing will be continuing but I have no more energy left for today………

[daniellesimagines]

Accidentally (Michael Clifford)

word count: 1847 requested by: none pronouns: she/her warnings: injured elbow (idk what else to call it; it’s not bad tho i promise), mentions of past injuries fandom: 5 seconds of summer au type: try guys, brother’s best friend summary: your brother and his friends are joining the practice for your roller derby team. what could possibly go wrong? (aka a try guys au where michael is zach, luke is keith, calum is eugene, and ashton is n*d ((minus the cheating with his employee part)) inspired by: “The Try Guys Try Roller Derby” (x) authors notes: this didn’t really end up being as good as i was hoping, but i’m sure someone will still enjoy it so i decided to post it anyway!!! other parts: none

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“Roller derby!” Ashton cheered, getting the video started.

“It’s a sport of ladies beating up other ladies!” Calum chirped.

“Everything about this screams ‘Don’t do it, Michael!’,” Michael shook his head.

“We’re gonna fall, we’re gonna get pushed, we’re gonna probably break something,” Luke said, “And we’re gonna do it with the LA Derby Dolls!”

“I’m actually extra excited we’re doing this with the Derby Dolls because Ashton’s younger sister is the one that’s gonna teach us all about the sport, and I’m really hoping she yells at him a lot,” Michael snickered.

“Oh, you know I’m going to,” you snickered from off-camera, already sitting in the chair for your interview.

“This is not why we came here today, Y/N,” your brother reminded you as he and the boys found their own seats across from you.

“That’s why I came here,” Calum shrugged.

“Alright, guys,” Rachel chuckled from behind the camera, “We’re ready when you are.”

“Awesome!” Luke grinned, “Y/N, why don’t you introduce yourself to get us started?”

“Hi!” you giggled, “My name is Y/N Irwin and I am one of the Lead Jammers for the LA Derby Dolls!”

“Irwin?” Michael wiggled his eyebrows obnoxiously, succeeding in making you laugh.

“Yes! I am Ash’s baby sister who acts much older than him,” you smiled brightly, earning nods of agreement from everyone including your brother.

“What will we be doing today?” Luke asked.

“I’ll be teaching you the basics of the sport – how to maneuver the course, how to stop, how to fall safely, how to score,” you informed them, “Then we’ll get the rest of the girls and have you play!”

“So we’re just jumping right in then,” Michael looked overwhelmed already.

“I’m just excited to hit some people,” Ashton grinned.

“We don’t hit people for the sake of hitting them, Ash, and you have no right to pretend you don’t know that,” you reminded him. He simply grumbled as the rest of the boys chuckled.

“How well do you think we’re going to do?” Luke asked you. You let out a deep breath.

“Do I have to answer honestly?” you wondered. They rolled their eyes, nodding their heads. “I think... I think you’re gonna go out there... You’re gonna...do some stuff... You’re gonna learn a lot...” you trailed off.

“How hurt are we gonna get?” Calum chimed in. You gave them a nervous smile.

“Yes,” you nodded. Luke and Calum looked confused while Michael and Ashton just groaned loudly. “Alright, let’s get out there!” you chirped, hopping up from your chair.

~

The next couple of hours were just spent teaching the boys how to play and giving them a few practice runs with the team once they got the hang of everything. Once they did all of that, it was time to put them in an actual game. They were doing well for the most part – obviously messing up a few times, but no one expected their very first time to be perfect – but nothing really exciting happened until the very end.

Michael had been having trouble with his role as Jammer, unable to score even a single point in any round. You could tell he was frustrated with himself, but encouraging him seemed to help, so that was what you did. He responded well when you would yell out to the boys, so as he took the star cap from you and put it on his helmet, you just reminded him of everything he needed to do and to do it fast.

Once the round started, Michael was having a bit of trouble getting to the front. You could see on his face that he was already becoming discouraged, but his eyes widened once he found an opening and took it.

“Go, Michael!” you shouted over the sound of the skates, watching him break out of the pack. He skated as fast as he possibly could, coming back up behind you before you knew it. “Come on, Michael!” you encouraged as he flew through the group again, “You got this!” He went around the track again, but the moment the referee blew the whistle as he was coming up behind you, he must have panicked.

You felt Michael's hands on your sides as he tried not to run into you, but it immediately sent you both to the ground. You fell on the spot while he slid a couple of feet farther away, but you weren’t even paying attention to the pain you felt shooting through your elbow when your pad made contact with the concrete.

“That’s what I’m talking about, Mikey!” you smiled widely. He quickly perched himself up on his hands, looking at you.

“Did I do it?!” he asked.

“Yes!” you told him, making him and the other boys cheer. Michael quickly crawled back to you, throwing his arms around you and pulling you on top of him as he flopped onto his back. “I knew you could do it, Mikey!” you beamed, hugging him back just as tightly.

Once you released each other so the boys could celebrate, you heard Rachel call them over for final thoughts and, not long after, the end of the shoot. You all cheered, happy your brother and his friends finally got to try something you enjoyed, and that they did so well.

As the boys made their way to talk to your coach, you and a few teammates slipped into the locker room to dry off and get changed. And it was then that you couldn’t ignore your elbow anymore.

Michael’s POV

"Thank you for letting us film with you guys today," Ashton said as they walked up to your coach.

"Oh, it's no problem!" Cassie smiled, "Anything for our favorite member's brother."

"Don't say that; it'll go to his head!" Calum insisted, laughing when it made Ashton shove him.

They made mindless chatter for a few more minutes before being interrupted.

"Coach!" one of your teammates jogged over from the locker room door, "I think you should come to the locker room."

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice now laced with concern.

"It's Y/N."

And the boys felt their hearts drop.

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Your POV; Two hours later

After your coach gave you the go-ahead to leave, you and your brother made your way back to your shared apartment. Ashton had always been an attentive older brother, especially after you became closer as adults, and today was no exception. He ordered you to sit on the couch, making you roll your eyes – you were still his little sister, after all – but did as you were told anyway, too tired from the day’s events to argue.

Ashton came back into the room a few minutes later with two drinks and a pack of frozen vegetables. You instantly took the bag and placed it under your elbow, sighing at the relief it provided, while your brother simply cocked an eyebrow.

"Why didn't you say anything when it happened?" Ashton asked. You looked at him for a moment before sighing again.

"'Cause I... Mikey was so happy he scored... I didn't wanna ruin that..." you murmured, looking down at your lap, "And we were almost done filming anyway... I didn't wanna have to stop and make everyone worried about me..."

"You're an idiot," he exhaled sharply.

You barely chuckled, "I know."

“Mike’s been worried about you since Mariah came to get your coach, y’know,” your brother informed you, “Cal and Luke have had to force him not to come over to give you time to relax.”

“I can still relax while he’s here,” you frowned.

“We’ll see how you feel about that in an hour,” Ashton snorted, pulling out his phone to text the group that they could come by now. And he wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t notice you smiling to yourself at the idea of Michael finally being able to visit.

~

20 minutes later

“We come bearing ice cream!” Michael announced as Ashton moved out of the way to let him, Luke, and Calum come into the apartment. You looked over from where you were sitting on the couch, smiling at them as they walked into the room.

“Someone say ‘ice cream’?” you asked as your face lit up.

“Yes, I did,” he grinned back at you, showing you the cardboard holder with four cups from Dairy Queen in it as well as another cup in his other hand.

“How are you feeling?” Calum asked. He, Luke, and Ashton went to sit on one couch after getting their cups while Michael chose to plop down – carefully – beside you, all of them looking at the bag of frozen peas underneath your elbow.

“A little bruised, but I’m fine,” you assured them, quietly thanking Michael when he handed you your treat, “Not the worst injury I’ve ever had and definitely won’t be the last.”

“You’re still stupid for not saying anything,” Calum insisted, much like your brother had. You simply smiled, moving your gaze back to the television as everyone settled in for the movie.

~

Three hours later

You were now halfway through the second movie, struggling to keep your eyes open. Your Dairy Queen cups had long since been discarded, and you could just barely hear the dialogue over someone’s snores. You didn’t know which boy it was, but you knew it wasn’t the one beside you when he spoke for the first time in three hours.

“M’sorry ‘bout your elbow,” Michael mumbled randomly, careful not to wake up the three boys sprawled out throughout the living room as they slept.

“Wasn’t your fault, Mikey,” you shook your head.

“Yeah, it was,” he sighed, “I hit you; I knocked you down...”

“But it was an accident,” you reminded him, “And accidents happen.”

"Don't want my accidents to hurt you..."

"I swear I'm fine, Mikey," you assured him, "You remember that race where Chelsea's skate hit my ankle and I was practically useless for two months? That was a million times more painful than this."

"Didn't like when you got hurt then either," he mumbled.

You looked at him for a moment – your mind drifting off to Ashton’s words earlier – before smiling to yourself. He was clearly trying not to meet your gaze, pretending he didn't even notice it as his eyes were back on the TV.

You kissed his fabric-covered shoulder before laying your head on it, making him finally look down at you again. He smiled slightly himself, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head and laying his cheek there.

His hand accidentally brushed yours as he went to rest it somewhere else, but was surprised when he felt your own reach for it and bring it back. His heart skipped a beat when you pulled it onto your lap, tangling your fingers with his and squeezing lightly. He felt you smile to yourself again, prompting him to relax his body.

But neither of you noticed the "sleeping" boys sneaking peeks at you, trying to hide their own grins.

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Michael

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look at you, you're gorgeous!

[pasukiyo]

BEAUTIFUL THING

mike schmidt x f!reader word count; 2,573 warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?

 She wanted Mike Schmidt.

 Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting job— how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?

 It was another late night spent at the Schmidt house— Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist. 

 4:30 AM. Mike wouldn’t be back for another hour and a half or so. 

 She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mike— she’d been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasn’t even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her. 

 But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how he’d pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.

 It was the same way she reacted when he was close. 

 Surely it couldn’t all be for nothing?

 Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she would’ve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadn’t been for the opening and closing of the front door. 

 She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch. 

 4:35 AM. Mike wasn���t supposed to be home yet. 

 At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abby’s room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall. 

 “Sorry. S’ just me.”

 She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone she’d seen practically everyday.

 “Mike?” Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. “What are you doing home so early?” She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off. 

 Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, “I… I just… needed to leave… I guess,” he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. “Is… is everything alright?” She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils. 

 “Just… is Abby asleep?” He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. “She went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasn’t going to reciprocate. He looked almost… distraught. 

 Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. She’d known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didn’t know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing. 

 Hell, she’d spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didn’t know the first thing about him.

 But she could learn to try. 

 She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.

 Mike’s heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldn’t hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permission— permission to what, he hadn’t even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldn’t, that he shouldn’t let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing she’d ever laid eyes upon?

 His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until they rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting her digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left. 

 “You can relax with me, Mike,” she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. “You don’t have to worry while I’m around.”

 Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint. 

 Fuck it, he thought. It’s been long enough.

 Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs. 

 Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep. 

 “Sorry,” Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. “Probably a little much, wasn’t it?”

 He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. “Not enough,” she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation. 

 He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans. 

 She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether. 

 He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum. 

 Mike cocked an eyebrow, “you just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?” He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought she’d drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. “What about Abby?” She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abby’s room was. “What if she wakes up?”

 Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. “You can be quiet, right?” He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed of— never did she think that this would become reality. 

 Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds. 

 “It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I got you.”

 Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum. 

 “You’re so tight,” Mike’s breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. “You think you can handle moving now?” He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. “Fff… uuck,” he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.

 “Shit!” She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased. 

 “Gonna be good for me?” He muttered next to her ear. “Gonna let me take care of you, hm?” She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. “Think you can handle it?” He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. “Yes!” She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin. 

 So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was close— it’d probably been so long since she’d been stuffed by cock like this. She’d probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. 

 With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. 

 “Mmm… Mike… I’m… I’m gonna…” she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel. 

 “Yeah?” Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, “look at me,” he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself. 

 “Gonna come?” He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mike’s thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release. 

 “Fuck,” he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room. 

 Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortified— she was his sister’s babysitter, he doesn’t have time for this, she doesn’t deserve him, he shouldn't have done this. 

 But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there. 

 “I hope you’re okay, Mike,” she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?

a/n; so yeah!!! i watched fnaf on friday and it kinda sorta just brought back my whole josh hutcherson phase so enjoy!! this was just a quick little something i wrote up and there's like no plot at all and not proofread LMAO

[angelltheninth]

Michael Goes Feral After Unlocking His Breeding Kink

Pairing: Michael Afton x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, leg lock, creampie, feral!Michael Afton

A/N: I have a headache so I didn't get to write the other things I wanted to for today but I did manage to get this done.

It was an accident you swear it, you just wanted to feel Michael closer, deeper, you wanted to hold him against you, feel his chest against yours, feel his body on top of you, get that last kiss in before he had to leave for work. So you pulled him closer, you locked your legs around him just as he was about to come.

You didn't think about the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom, or that you'll have to go to the drug store after this, you only wanted Michael's cock deep inside you.

But the moment you prevented him from pulling out there was a change in him. First a brief hesitation as he let himself sink back in, his throat bobbing at the implications of the act and what it would mean if he were to get you pregnant. Next was the wonderful image of it, your big belly, feeling the baby kick, getting to name it with you, getting to become a dad, making you a mother. "Wanna have a kid?" He blurted out, smirking to himself before you got to reply to him.

"You... mean that? But Michael, you just started your job. It's be bad if... ah... are you even listening to me?" All the while you kept talking he didn't stop his hips once, "We gott-aah... think abou-t... mmn... can't think..." It was hard to, with him constantly reminding you of how full you were.

"Fine, okay. But at least let me come inside you, please I wanna come inside your cunt." When Michael starts swearing you know how horny he is. "Really need this tonight babe." He grunted, his hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them locked around himself, "I'll fill you up good tonight okay? It's what you want right?"

You could see the little bits of doubt on his face and decided to kiss them away, "Want you close. If you want to... yes, you can do it inside. Give me your cock, cum, you... can do what you want."

What started as a little quickie before work just as easily turned into Michael hammering his hard cock into you with brute force only he possessed, watching his cum spill out of you, "No, no, no, no. Inside, that stays inside, you told me to fill you up, that's what I'll do, I won't let you down. I promise sweetheart." He was getting almost frantic, "You're gonna be so... perfect... when I put a baby into you, fuck you full of my seed." Michael quickly fell in love with that idea, shooting another hot, sticky white strings of cum into your womb.

He kept doing this night after night after night before he went to work, even if you took the after pill it didn't matter to him. As long as he got to leave with you dripping full of his cum then his job for the day was done. To think that all you needed to do to unlock that feral side of him was to lock your legs around him, how funny.

[chloesimaginationthings]

This is basically Michael in FNAF Sister location,,

[renata-dp]

Since I've seen it I couldn't stop thinking about it (please don't kill me x,,d)

Ironically I think Doofenshmirtz and Perry's dynamic kinda could work with Mike and William

[sinning5sos]

after glow

Requested: Yes, three requests in one - lets go!

1 -> soft dom!michael?? 🥺

2 -> michael + thigh riding 

3 -> michael smut + aftercare please please please dear writer 

Word Count: ~2.1k

Smut: hell fucking yeah - soft dom!michael + thigh riding obviously, overstimulation, etc.

You stretched your arms out in front of you as you woke up a light moan leaving your lips but it turned into a yawn. The sunlight was streaming in through the blinds, and you reached your arm over to Michael, laying so peacefully beside you that you rested your head on his shoulder and watched him sleep.

He looked so at ease in his sleep, but you felt like waking him up. You had a sex dream, ironic as the two of you just fucked last night but you were still craving more. You gently scratched up and down his arm, light traces left behind on his skin as his eyes fluttered awake. He took a deep breath in as he turned in bed to face you.

“Good morning Princess,” He murmured, his morning voice raspy and so sexy to you. You smiled sleepily at him and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good morning handsome,” You whispered, your hand trailing from his arm down to his waist and he chuckled. You looked to him for permission, a slight nod of his head, and wrapped your hand around his cock. He let out a low moan at the contact, pushing the blanket off of the two of you so he could admire your movements. 

“What are you up to Princess?” He mumbled, and you smiled innocently at him and pressed another kiss to his lips. He moaned into the kiss, his hand wrapping around yours and guiding your movements. He bucked his hips into your stroking, and bit down on your lips. You broke the kiss and pulled back, moving down closer to his cock and pooled your spit in your mouth, letting it drip out slowly.

“Fuck,” He groaned, and you smiled as you dipped your head down to his cock and took his tip into your mouth. He wrapped his hand into your hair and pulled back gently, “Rotate around for me. I want that pretty little ass in my face right now.”

You did what he asked, straddling his body with your ass facing him. You continued to suck him off but released him and gasped as he stuck his face into the back of your pussy. He licked in a downward motion, his tongue poking through your lips and gathered your juices.

“Already so fucking wet for me. Did you have a good dream or something?” He muttered, his fingers coming up to slowly start fingering you and you moaned loudly at the sudden pleasure.

“Use your words,” He commanded, removing his fingers all at once and you whined at the loss. 

“I had a dream that you fucked me so good again. Last night was so amazing and I just wanted more of your cock Mikey,” You whimpered and he chuckled as he thrust his fingers back inside of you.

“There’s a good girl for me. You want my cock baby? You have to earn it.” He muttered, his fingers moving quickly inside of you. You tried your best to focus on his cock, a sudden competition between the two of you on who was going to make the other cum first. You took his cock back into your mouth, pulling out your secret weapon as you deepthroated him. His fingers stilled inside of you, his hips bucking upward and you felt victorious as he let out a string of curse words.

He started moving his fingers once again as you released him, gasping for air slightly and he hummed as he leaned forward, his mouth on you once more. You stroked him, increasing your speed as you tried to keep your legs from shaking. Once that happened, you knew it was only a matter of time before your first orgasm crashed over you.

He moaned out from behind you, his cock twitching in your hands as he came and you smiled back at him. You licked the cum from around his cock and off your hands, steadying yourself as Michael began to eat you out quicker. Your thighs clenched, your back arching into the air as you felt yourself cumming. Michael loudly slurped you up, something he loved to do, then helped you move.

“Lay down, then turn onto your back. Now.” He murmured, and you quickly followed his orders, “Good job Princess. I want to finger you again, but I want to watch your face as you cum all over my fingers.”

You giggled as you laid on your back and he handed you a pillow to tuck under your head. You smiled up at him and spread your legs and he smiled back at you. He leaned over your body, bringing you in for a deep kiss.

“I love you,” He whispered, and your hands cradled his face. He looked at you eagerly, his head turning to the side to press a quick kiss to your palm.

“I love you too,” You whispered back, and he adjusted his body as his fingers moved inside of you once again. This time, his thumb placed itself on your clit and began to move in circles as his fingers thrust in and out of you. You leaned back into the pillow, a rush of endorphins flooding through your body.

“How’s that feel babygirl?” He murmured, his other hand gripping the side of your hip to keep you still. You couldn’t help it, he just knew how to make you feel so good. You whimpered out a response, but he pulled his fingers away suddenly. His thumb still on your clit, he moved his thumb rapidly against you.

“Use your fucking words,” He urged, and you nodded as you gripped his hand with both of yours.

“Yes, yes,” You breathed out but he refused to let up on your clit. You clenched your thighs together, another orgasm soon crashing over you as he watched you quiver in pleasure, “Fuck Michael, you make me feel so fucking good.”

“Good girl. Now, I’ve got a special request for you. I want you to fuck yourself on my thigh, how does that sound?” He asked, and you lazily smiled up at him.

“Yes Sir,” You whispered, and he nodded as he helped you sit up on the bed. He kissed you once again, a deep kiss as a reminder of the love the two of you shared, before he leaned back against the headboard and helped you straddle his thigh.

“Such a good little slut for me.” He murmured, and you smiled down at him as you slowly brought your hips forward. You hummed to yourself as you watched him relax beneath you, his arms tucking behind his head, “Riding my thigh and you’re so wet, aren’t you? I don’t even have to touch you and you can cum, can’t you?” 

“No Sir, I can cum on my own.” You replied, and he nodded. You continued to fuck yourself on his thigh, each thrust of your hips driving you closer to a third orgasm but you didn’t want to cum just yet. You whimpered, pausing momentarily as you tried to delay your orgasm but Michaels eyes locked onto yours.

“Princess, did I say for you to stop fucking yourself on my thigh?” Michael asked, snapping your attention back to him and you let out a whimper as you started rocking your hips again.

“Now, keep going until I say or there will be a punishment, alright darling?” He said, his finger tucking under your chin to have you look up at him. You nodded slightly, your energy already spent but he asked quietly, “I need your words baby.”

“Yes, Michael.” You breathed out, and he smiled at your noise. He leaned over the side of the bed and reached into the bedside table as best as he could without throwing you off your rhythm, and pulled out your vibrator. Your eyes widened, wondering what he was going to do now. You weren’t sure how much more you could take.

He flicked it on, the buzz making you clench your legs together over your thigh and you nearly paused riding his thigh, but his words of punishment rang through your head again. You continued rocking your hips, and he placed the vibrator right at the end of where you were fucking yourself, the vibrator just grazing your clit with every forward motion. 

The first time the little bud grazed your clit, you let out such a loud moan that Michael grinned as he pushed it further into your path. It started becoming more intense, your third orgasm starting to rock through your body. You clenched your eyes shut and threw your head back, your muscles in your thighs screaming for you to stop but the feeling was complete bliss. 

You came, again, and Michael chuckled as he turned the vibrator off. 

“Do you want me to use it on you again?” He murmured, his thumb replacing the vibrator and circled your clit. It was so sensitive that you whimpered again, and he pressed a tender kiss to the base of your neck as you attempted to collect your thoughts.

“No Sir, I just want your cock inside of me.” You breathed out. He nodded as he put the vibrator back away, a welcomed bonus but at this point you were just ready to be fucked.

“I think you’ve earned my cock now for being such a good girl. Now lay down in your favorite position, and I’ll fuck you.” He muttered, and you thought for a second before climbing off of his thigh and laying facedown on the bed.

You wrapped your arms underneath your head to form a makeshift pillow, and he chuckled at your position of choice. He hovered over your body, his arms on either side of you, and you lifted your ass to meet him. He slowly pushed himself in, his cock filling you and nearly sliding in so easily because of your three orgasms already. He moaned out at the feeling, rocking his hips slowly as he started to fuck you.

You closed your eyes as he continued his movements, focusing on the moans leaving his lips with every thrust and relishing in the fact that this man loved you so deeply. As he started to increase his speed, you moaned into the bed and whimpered at how fucking good he felt.

“You better not cum yet,” He grunted, and you willed yourself not to cum for the fourth time already. You lifted your ass a bit more, the position helping him fill you deeper as he continued to fuck you, “You don’t get to cum until I say, alright?”

“Yes sir,” You moaned into the bed, and he chuckled as he paused, his hand moving from beside your head to your hair and lifted your head up.

“Say it again.”

“Yes sir. I won’t cum until you give me permission to,” You breathed out, and he smiled as he let your head drop and got back into position. He continued fucking you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the feeling of him filling you so deep, you had to think of anything to not cum already. 

After a few painstakingly long minutes, each of them filled with breathy whimpers and deep moans, he finally gripped your hips and pulled you closer against him. You lifted yourself up, your back now against his front as he continued fucking.

“Cum with me,” He instructed, and you nodded as your arms reached behind you to wrap around his back. You let go, both of the control and your fourth orgasm, and he quickly came as well. You whimpered as you nearly collapsed forward, but Michael caught you and helped ease you into the bed. You loved fucking him so much, even though it drained you each time.

“Alright baby girl, I want you to lay back and relax alright? Spread your legs a little for me now,” He murmured, his nose brushing against yours and you smiled as you reached up to kiss him. He kissed you for a moment, before the bed dipped beside you as he walked into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth, and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“You’re radiant, look at you all caught up in that post-orgasm afterglow.” He murmured, and you smiled lazily up at him. He gently helped clean you up, then laid in bed beside you once again. Michael was big on aftercare, it was as important to him as it was to fuck, because it meant spending your blissful time together in the innocent ways.

“That was definitely a good wake up call,” He whispered, grabbing the blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapping the two of you back in it, his hands moving to your waist as they pulled you close against him.

“Any time,”

[strawhbrrries]

Love and Lust

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary:

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, oral (m receiving), creampie??, female pronouns, whiny mike, whiny reader, switch!mike??, teasing, overstim, hair pulling, nipple pinching, not proofread, porn with no plot

word count: 1.3k words

author’s note: this isn't as needy n whiny as I originally hoped so I hope you guys can forgive me!!! please send requests for what you'd like to see next! very dedicated to @mfdxz because queen has been WAITING for this one

“Please.” He whined in your ear, licking and sucking at any of the skin on your neck that he could reach. “I need you, now.”

“I’m trying, I can’t get your stupid belt unbuckled.” You whined back, sitting up from your position on top of him to try and see the belt buckle better.

“Baby, I am going to cum in my pants if you don’t hurry up.” He relaxed his head against the pillows that lined the headboard, chest rising rapidly as he tried to regulate his breathing. 

On normal days when Abby was home you tried to avoid doing anything sexual, but the second Mike had gotten home the atmosphere shifted. He came up behind you in the kitchen, pressing your ass against the hard-on raging in his jeans, trying to slide his hand under the waistband of your sweats. His fingers made it as far as touching your clit before Abby stumbled in asking for more dinner, a small groan only loud enough for the two of you came out.

The clink of the buckle hitting the floor dissipated any frustration you had, your fingers immediately unzipped his jeans and threw them off somewhere on the floor. Today was one of the few days he’d chosen to go commando, both of you were now appreciating this.

You went back to straddling his waist, grinding down against his cock, your wetness causing your underwear to conform to your folds as you slid his cock between them. His breath hitched at the feeling, he turned his head to the side in an attempt to cover his mouth. 

“Fuck, baby..” Mike groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to create more friction.

“Feel good, Mikey?” You teased, moving down his body to sit in between his legs.

“Baby..” Is all he could muster in response, anything else was lost the second you put the tip of his cock in your mouth.

The feeling of him in your mouth, hard and leaking from the need to fuck you, caused a moan to vibrate around him. He tried to close his legs at the feeling, you hadn’t even done anything and yet it was all too much already. Your hands pushed them back open, taking his cock as far as it could go, your nose was pressing against his pubic bone. You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off of him, using your tongue to swirl around it as you went.

You climbed back up his body, straddling his waist yet again, and placing your lips against his. The kiss was needy and messy, strings of saliva connecting your chins together. His fingers found your hair, entangling themselves at the base and pulling your head back. He needed you, and he was tired of letting you have that control.

“I said, I needed you, now.” He grunted, nipping at your exposed collarbone.

Mike lifted your shirt and threw it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, latching onto one of your nipples and rolling the other in between his fingers. You threw your head back at the sensation, trying to hold yourself up against him in an attempt to keep control. Any ounce of control that you had left disappeared when your hair was yanked backwards, causing a loud whimper to leave your mouth and Mike to slap a hand over it. 

The sound of Abby shuffling around in her room stopped the two of you in your tracks, the soft padding of her footsteps passed by the bedroom door. You exchanged a look, it was past her bedtime, and he was off to go check on her. Nights when Abby left her room after her initial bedtime meant she’d be more likely to leave more times throughout the night, sometimes she just wasn’t tired and sometimes she just couldn’t sleep, it’s how she worked.

You heard the two of them exchanging muffled words quickly followed by their footsteps back into her room. To save time, in the chance Abby did leave her room again, you threw your underwear into the pile on the floor.

“She needed water.” He mumbled, closing the door and locking it behind him, throwing off the sweats he’d put on in a hurry. 

The bed dipped as he climbed up you, kissing his way up your body. His fingers slid between your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing the fingers to your mouth. He tapped your lips, an indicator that he wanted you to open your mouth, and slid his fingers in when you opened them.

“How do you taste, sweet girl? Let me taste.” Mike removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned closer to kiss you, swirling his tongue around yours. “Fuuuck.”

Two fingers swirled at your entrance, pushing in slightly as his other hand covered your mouth just in case. He curled his fingers, brushing against the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your body jerked against him, whining against his hand. 

“Shhh, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered in your ear, a low groan following behind it as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

The stretch was wonderful, stinging slightly at the lack of prep but an oh so delicious sting. A small whine escaped his throat, hips stuttering slightly at the feeling of your warm cunt stretching around him. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to keep himself quiet and to stop himself from cumming so soon. There was just something about having to be quiet and the dire need to fuck you into the mattress was sending him into a spiral, his eyes were just as glazed over as yours were.

His hips thrusted in and out, fingers fumbling around your chest as he searched for your nipples. You brought your hands to your mouth, despite most of your moans and whines getting caught in your throat every time his hips pushed back in, the chance of being caught bringing an overwhelming sense of excitement.

“Baby, fuuck…baby.” Mike moaned, splaying one hand on your stomach and bringing the other to his mouth. 

He was holding on by a thread, orgasm threatening to spill all over your insides with every thrust, he’d been waiting for this all day and now that it was finally here he couldn’t even hold on. 

“I need to cum..” He whined, leaning over so your knees were against your chest and his mouth was by your ear.

“Inside..” You managed to choke out, keeping one hand on your mouth and digging the other into the skin of his bicep, small moon shaped indents appearing.

After you finished your one word sentence he painted your insides with a low groan, sweaty forehead laying itself in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust in and out. The over-stimulation was too much but he was determined to get you off, he slithered a hand between your bodies. He drew figure eights over your clit as he continued his thrusting, sucking and licking at the skin of your neck.

“Mikey…Mikey..” Your words were breathy and almost inaudible, all you could think, hear, smell, taste was just Mike.

He was overwhelming your senses in the best way and all you wanted was to live in this blissful state forever, full of him. One more thrust had your mind reeling, body shaking, sharp white pleasure searing through your veins as your orgasm ripped through you. He slapped another hand over your mouth, continuing his thrusts to help work you through your orgasm.

“Mike? What are you doing to her?” Abby asked innocently, standing at the open door that didn’t latch when he thought he locked it.

[tinyglitterrose]

Part 3 - Snapchat Messages

Part 3, Mashton friendship, Fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: a whole lot of fluff and lots of Mashton content

Ashton jumped when his front door slammed close. He bit his lip so hard it drew blood, wrapped his arms tightly around his body, hid his face in his knees but it didn't help. He started crying and soon sobbing.

He felt absolutely pathetic. So pathetic. And so so stupid.

An angry cry left his wobbling lips when he remembered the cum still splattered on his chest. Luke hadn't even bothered to ask if he was okay, no aftercare, no nothing. He had fucked him and then he had left. He couldn't even move from his spot on the couch. He just sat there, fully naked, cum slowly drying on his body and tears on his face for hours.

He tried, but he just couldn't get himself to move.

He was freezing and still crying.

His phone was on the coffee table in front of him.

He almost fell off the couch when he reached for it, but he managed to get it and after a few tries his shaking fingers finally opened his messaging app.

'caan you cxome ovr' he typed and pressed send.

Michael showed up barely fifteen minutes later. Everyone knew Ashton didn't drink so he couldn't have been drunk and therefore made all these typos and when Ashton was high, he texted dumb shit like 'hey, check out this dancing hedgehog video i found, it looks like you'. Well, okay, he also sent stuff like that when he was sober. But he didn't make such bad typos and he always used punctuation, so Michael knew that something was wrong. Bad wrong.

He let himself into his bandmate's house with the key from his keychain that had all the keys to his bandmate's houses. They all had each other's keys, that's just how they were.

"Ash?", if Ashton had been in a good mood he would've made fun of how loud Michael was shouting when he was just in the next room, "Ashton, are you - Ash!"

He didn't look up when Michael found him in his living room, also not when he crouched down in front of him, asking what was going on, if he was okay, to please talk to him.

"Shit", Michael was mumbling, "Should I call the other boy-"

Ashton was shaking his head heavily before he could even finish the question. Alright, Michael could be a good friend, he could take care of him, he could do this.

"I'll - I'll get you your robe, okay? Just wait here"

And of course Ashton waited. He hadn't moved an inch when Michael came back with his colorful robe that he loved to wear around the house basically every chance he got.

Michael carefully put it around his shoulders, leaving it to Ashton to slip his arms into the sleeves, which he did after a few more moments.

The sleeves covered his palms and Ashton wiped one of them over his face, sniffling and looking up for the first time in hours.

Michael almost started crying on the spot, the last time he had seen his older friend look so utterly broken was when he had admitted his self harm and depression to the band.

He just wanted to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That he was there for him, they all were. Except that one of them wasn't but Michael didn't know that.

"I ran you a bath, it should be ready now" Michael kept his voice quiet, as if talking to a scared animal. Ashton shook his head, he didn't want to bath, he wanted to keep sitting here and pity himself.

"You know I can't carry you. But I'll try if you don't get up", Michael tried to joke and his day got twenty times better when Ashton's lips actually twitched upwards for a second.

"I - but I"

"I almost stepped on a used condom when I came in, okay. I know what's going on", Michael interrupted him and Ashton pulled a face.

Before he could apologize, even though it wasn't even his fault, Michael just shook his head and pulled at his wrist, urging him to get up.

He did. His legs almost gave out, but he held himself with Michael's hands around his biceps and then he limped into the bathroom. He didn't want to think about why he was limping. He didn't want to think about any of it.

Michael wordlessly turned the faucet off, sticking one hand into the full bathtub to see if the temperature was alright and when he decided it was, he nodded to Ashton and made a small hand gesture towards the water, smiling hopefully.

Ashton averted his eyes to the from wash gel pink water, then back to his friend.

He let out a relieved breath when he noticed that the guitarist was inspecting his shower as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Michael was Michael, he was always able to make a situation comically awkward, but just this once Ashton was thankful for it. And he didn't think about the other band member that was incredibly good at awkward situations at all when he slid his robe off and slipped into the water.

It was hot, just on the edge of not being too hot.

"I'm a failure, Michael. Such a failure."

Michael's face turned into an expression of pure pain. He knew if he tried to tell him he wasn't, Ashton would immediately object, so instead he carefully asked: "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Ashton kept his eyes on the water, drawing slow shaky circles on the slightly foamy surface.

"I-", he began, but stopped and stayed quiet for another few minutes. Michael patiently waited, sometimes being quiet and just being present was enough and it was all Ashton needed right now, he would talk when he could.

"I need the shampoo", he mumbled after a while and Michael was glad to get up and get it. For Ashton and because his butt was starting to hurt from sitting on the tiles floor but he would sit here for weeks if it meant he could be there for his best friend.

Ashton attempted to bring up his arms to put the shampoo on his hair, but felt so incredibly weak. Michael wordlessly pealed the bottle from his long fingers to do it.

The tears running down the drummer's cheeks were from the embarrassment of having to have his bandmate wash his hair, Michael thought, and partly they were. But mostly, Ashton was thinking about Luke. Luke should be here with him right now, taking care of him, rubbing his fingers across his scalp to wash all the sweat and smell of sex out of his hair. Tell him how much he enjoyed what they had done together, but he wasn't here. He hadn't even looked back, he hadn't even looked at him from the moment he had pulled out, like Ashton was just a toy that was used once and then thrown away.

And Ashton blamed himself. He always blamed himself for things and he had started it. He was the one to keep sending Luke his nudes, he had probably made it look like he was exactly that: a toy to be used and then thrown away. Luke had fucked him because Ashton had put a 'free to fuck' sign on himself and then he had left. He was probably holding Mandy in his arms right now, telling her how much she meant to him.

"I had sex", Ashton said so quietly Michael barely understood it and he almost didn't manage to stop the 'duh' from slipping out, "with a friend"

"A good friend", Ashton added when Michael didn't react. It wasn't any news that Ashton liked to have sex and wasn't opposed to doing it with people he was friends with.

"And he just left you like that?", Michael asked, not going for the obvious 'who' question, because if Ashton had wanted to give him this detail he would have done so.

A small sob was answer enough.

"I'm gonna bash their head in with a shovel and burry them", Michael mumbled and Ashton hiccuped out a small sad laugh.

"No, seriously, Ash, I am so sorry for this-"

"You don't-"

"I know", Michael said, shielding Ashton's eyes from the water he was now pouring onto his head to wash out the shampoo like you'd do with a child, "But if I ever find out who it was, they can expect, well, something"

Ashton smiled weakly, tears continuing to stream down his cheeks. He hoped that no one would ever find out that it was Luke. Luke, the sweet angel voiced youngest member of their band. Luke, who everyone loved.

"You know what", Michael said after the bath, while he was making a cup of coffee for Ashton who was miserably crouching on the couch, "screw him"

Ashton's tried eyes met his.

"Yea", Michael nodded energetically, "Screw that guy. He's a fucking asshole and he doesn't deserve a single second of you thinking about him. We're gonna go out and have one hell of a time -a sober time, of course", he added the last part when he remembered that Ashton didn't drink. But he could still party and have great fun, and he'd do that with Michael, yes he would.

Ashton didn't seem to excited at his master plan.

"No party?"

Ashton shook his head, a sad sigh escaping his lips.

"Alright, then a movie night", Michael smiled brightly at his new idea, "C'mon, Ash, you can't resist that"

The drummer shrugged and took the hot coffee cup with some mumbled words that were supposed to be a 'thank you'.

Michael wasn't always the biggest cuddler but he knew Ashton could use a portion of cuddles right now. Ashton didn't object to the arm around his shoulders, blankly staring at the tv as Michael turned it on.

"Do you want anyone else to come over?", Michael asked carefully. He knew he had asked that when he had arrived but maybe a movie night between all four of them would help Ash to takr his mind off of things.

"No, just you", Ashton mumbled, sadness so crystal clear in his voice. He would have loved to have Calum here, too, but if he asked for Calum but not the fourth member of the band as well, it would raise questions. And some calm quiet time with Michael was also nice.

Ashton tried to convey his thankfulness to him by leaning into his shoulder.

"Okay", Michael wrapped his arm tighter around his best friend. Ashton was breathing okay, he was clean, all those touches washed off and Michael was here for him and he'd make weird comments and try to be funny until he felt better.

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this took soooo long to finish! but i'm excited to post it now and i'll get right to putting it up on ao3 too ❤️

[yeonniesblog]

— bllk boys reaction to you pranking them with nudes/exposing picture and telling them it wasn't meant for them.

nsfw words used. slight ooc remarks but it's just for fun | masterlist

this was requested by @joyfulenthusiastwitch