#mike desir

[needypisces]

there's only so much a body can work out, a body can do

Art Donaldson was exhausted.

He was playing tennis for hours a day, exams were coming up, and with Patrick calling from a new time zone every week, he was barely getting any sleep. Even sliding facedown onto the bed next to you offered little relief for his aching muscles.

You let out a sympathetic cluck at his frustrated sigh, dropping your book and winding a hand into his shaggy hair to scratch reassuringly at his scalp. “Poor baby,” you said. “You’re wound up way too tight.”

He didn’t reply, but you could hear his exhale into the mattress. “You need to relax.” You continued, twisting a loose curl around your finger.

“I’m not so good at that.” He admitted in a muffled voice.

“You just need some help.” You paused for a moment, eyeing the tension in his shoulders, the slight arch of his back. “Why don’t you lie down?”

Art tilted his chin up to look at you. “I am lying down.”

“On your back.”

He scanned your eyes briefly before obeying, shirt riding up his toned stomach in the process. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that.” You agreed. You sat beside him and he shifted slightly to maintain better eye contact, bringing up an arm to rest behind his head. The movement drew your gaze to his taut bicep, and you couldn’t resist bending down to bite it, just barely hard enough to sting.

You smiled into Art’s skin at his surprised inhale, but you were the one caught off guard when his other arm swept you seamlessly into his lap.

“Hey!” You said, sitting up straight. “Hands to yourself.” He pouted, hand still gripping your hip, but you weren’t joking. When you started to lift yourself off, he caved.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He said, propping himself up with both arms now. “You’re in charge.”

“Don’t forget it.” You warned. He watched, chastised, as you dropped your own hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up until it bunched at his collarbone. Then, finally, you leaned down to kiss him.

Art was a needy kisser, always waiting for you to guide him, chasing your mouth with his own any time you tried to pull back, whimpering when you licked at the inside of his mouth. You loved kissing him, loved how much it worked him up. He was still a teenage boy, after all.

Once you could feel him properly hard beneath you, you began to descend, teeth scraping his jawbone, his collarbone, his nipple, followed soothingly by your tongue each time. Art’s abdomen was tense beneath your mouth as you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his ribs, his navel, his hips.

The tip of his cock was already sticky when you pulled down his boxers and grasped him in your fist, and you wasted no time in leaning down to tongue his slit. Normally you’d tease him much longer, make him beg, but right now, you just wanted to make him feel better. Art could hardly believe his luck.

You pumped the base of him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other as you suckled at his head. A whine escaped from high in the back of Art’s throat, and it only encouraged you to swallow more of him down.

“Oh,” he gasped, hips bucking into your mouth. “Fuck, please, please.” You moved a hand to rub his thigh reassuringly, a wordless promise, and lowered yourself further until your nose nestled against his pelvis. Art was panting desperately above you, the noises so sweet you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against his leg. He moaned at the feeling of your wetness, which only spurred you on more. For a while, the only sounds in the room were your slurps and gags against Art's cries.

Before long, you could feel the familiar signs of his impending orgasm, and you popped off. It took Art a moment too long to comprehend that you were speaking, too mesmerized by the string of drool connecting you to his dick.

“Where do you want to come, baby?” You asked again, hand continuing your work. “Hmm?”

“Is this a trick question?” He asked between shallow breaths.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Art’s chest flushed pink. “No.” You promised, ducking to mouth at his balls. “Anywhere you want. Do you want to come in my mouth? On my face, or on my tits?” His face was beautifully unforgettable when you glanced up, eyes dazed and cheeks glowing as he tried to form a thought. “Come on, princess, use your words.”

At that, Art’s cock twitched in your grasp and you took him back into your mouth, tongue working at the underside. “On your face,” he finally said above you, and your stomach swelled. “Wanna come on your face.”

“Okay, baby,” you murmured. “Anything for you.” You pulled off long enough to soak two fingers in your spit, simultaneously gulping him back down and pressing the pads of your fingers behind his balls. Art clenched down and let out a strangled moan as you rubbed over his hole. You teased him with the tip of a finger, nudging at the muscle but not quite penetrating him, soaking up the mewls that fell from his mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna- you’re gonna make me come,” he panted. His thighs were quivering; he was so close, the tension ready to drain from his body. You gave an encouraging hum, swallowing around his cock, and Art’s gasp broke into a sob as he came. You kept him in your mouth for a moment, letting yourself swallow just a little before pulling off to let him splatter onto your face. Art’s whimpers were delicious as he watched himself coat your swollen lips, your long lashes.

“Good boy,” you cooed, fist still working his cock even as he began to flinch from the overstimulation. “That’s it, does that feel better?”

Art’s head was tipped back as he struggled to catch his breath, but even still, his eyes refused to move from the mess on your face. You kept your eyes on his as you lowered your mouth once more, lapping at the dribble of cum down his cock. He started to whine in protest, it was too much, but you took pity and let him go, rocking back on your heels.

“So much better,” he whispered. “That felt so good, I needed it, thank you."

“Good.” You said, licking your lips. “That’s what I like to hear.”

[willyhoos]

the mikes.. the michaels, even...

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price on Mike Stokley's Pantomime Quiz/Stump the Stars (1950)

[writing-for-life]

The Endless—Michael Allred

Honestly, I still believe they’re all trying to outslut each other in this one.

Dream tits out as always, Destruction goes, “Yeah, but I’ve got chest hair!” Death is about to pull a Sharon Stone, Desire’s already in the middle of it and just needs to will away their kit, Despair’s like, “Groan, you’re all so complicated, be naked, be free!”

Destiny: “Nope, you’re all doing it wrong, subtle, fully clothed stoicism is way hotter.” But then he proceeds to lean against the pillar as if he’s waiting for someone to buy him a drink and turns out his hip. Just a bit of course.

And Del’s just Del 🤣

[storiesofaot]

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life

Landslide ~ Fleetwood Mac 🌾

Every time I think about how much Hange changed, from being giddy and full of life and happiness in season 1 to being quite serious, sad and overwhelmed in season 4, my heart breaks a little bit more. 🥺

[rhythmantics]

got into kind of a TD mood

bonus:

[christiangeistdorfer]

STIRLING MOSS, PETER COLLINS & MIKE HAWTHORN walking back to the pits after crashing out of the 1957 MONACO GRAND PRIX

[yippeearchives]

I’m obsessed with them

[yadeadbattery]

If you don’t love me at my

You don’t deserve me at my

[minotaurs-my-beloved]

google, show me this mans balls

[codychristiantreasures]

What a sweetie.

[cowboyfatgum]

I like to believe Levi and belphie went to see the fnaf movie together and the rest of the brothers didn't tag along so it was just a thing between those two. A bonding moment for them if you will. On the way to the theater levi plays his fnaf playlist and they duet iconic songs together, and on the way back theorizing everything<3<3

Anyways I went to go see it yesterday and literally all the self respect and human decency left my body as soon as I heard Mike and William's voices<3

[elekinetic]

if you're interested, i just posted my first (prose) fic called please say im young enough on ao3.

Will is gay. Robin knows. Or, Robin and Will go on a supply run. Set in post-season 4 apocalyptic Hawkins. (2.1k, coming out, pre-byler & rovickie.) if you'd like to read it here, the pages are attached below the cut <3

[umgeorge]

"Best impression of a @.Formula 1 car 🎤😂 George and the mini mic return 🙏" - july 15, 2024 📷 @.mercedesamgf1 / tiktok

[writing-for-life]

Beginning of an End—Mike Choi

End of a Beginning—Mike Choi

I think these just killed me a bit. Devastatingly beautiful art.

[butdaddyilovehimmm]

as someone who doesn't watch shows often finding suits was crazy cuz it's everything i ever needed in life !!! (a lil dramatic but) like i started it, immediately saw the dom/sub dynamic between mike and harvey in s1/2 and went to ao3 and i've been going insane ever since...