#rabbitreads mike

[sillyrabbit81]

This was so fun! Exactly what I want from a Mike story. It was hot and playful, the trope was perfect for him, the tone was perfect and it felt just like an 80s/90s slasher movie with a babysitter and the hot boyfriend that comes over.

I think in some ways, this might be favourite one so far, purely based on how well you wrote this and how much I was completely submerged into this one.

Absolutely amazing ❤️

Haunted Fantasy

Pairing: Ghost!Mike x Reader

Summary: Just a little fun.

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v (doggy style), monster fucking (right?).

A/N: This is about half as short as the others, but I still love it and I hope you do, too. This is my first time writing for Mike as main and I hope I did him justice for those of you who live for this guy.

A/N 2: For those of you who picked a different character for this visit, just know, you weren't entirely wrong. He's coming.

A/N 3: And finally, at one point I had imagined these chapters could all stand alone. Walter feels differently, so maybe check out the masterlist if you're new here.

Fantasy Hotel Masterlist

August was a hit just like you knew he would be. Maybe your best writing yet. Something about the experience with him just brought it out of you and the story flowed from your fingertips to the keyboard as soon as you stepped into your apartment the next morning. 

Yes, you had sprung for an actual overnight. And though he didn’t sleep with you, he was there when you fell asleep and woke again the next day. Apologizing, if you could believe it. He felt he hadn’t truly given you the strict dom experience you had asked for and wondered if he could talk you into a do-over. Maybe even throw in an add-on for free.

You were flattered, but assured him the night had been wonderful and you’d definitely felt satiated this morning. You did want to ask about the…sounds you’d heard the night before, but something told you it wouldn’t be received well so you just thanked him again, enjoyed a little morning coffee while you showered and changed, then headed home. 

Where the story practically wrote itself and was up on the site by the evening.

MNstrluvr: what do you mean? sendmeanangel: it was like someone knew I was in there with August MNstrluvr: so you DO think it was him sendmeanangel: idk. Probably just wishful thinking darkgothnightengale: you have it so bad for him don’t you? sendmeanangel: it’s ridiculous. He must have seen dozens of women in a month or two. I don’t know why i would think he’d be thinking of me ever darkgothnightengale: because August said as much. And Sy too for that matter MNstrluvr: yeah, didn’t Sy tell you Walter rarely uses his gifts during visits? And August said he’d see you at the window. He has it bad for you, too, no doubt sendmeanangel: it doesn't matter anyway. I don’t even know his last name. And i haven’t been able to find any available bookings for him for weeks.   darkgothnightengale: well, are you at least going back? sendmeanangel: if i do, i need something lighter. The room, the bite, August…it was all so intense.  MNstrluvr: so the ghost? sendmeanangel: the ghost

When you closed the door to room 7-743, you found yourself in what looked like the living room of every house on every sitcom you'd ever seen. TV. Couch. Dad's recliner. Coffee table. End tables. A few bookshelves. A fireplace. Standard middle-class scenery. Nothing ornate or fancy. But also, no bed.

You wondered if the door across from the entry led to a bathroom, or another room, similar to the suite you'd found yourself in with August. Before you could step to the other side of the room to find out, a chill passed through the air around you and just as suddenly, as if to counter the effect, a roaring fire eased to life in the fireplace.

"That's better."

"Hello?" you called out in response to the voice, that was both a whisper and a warm tenor in your ear. "Is anyone there?"

Nothing. No answer. Despite the fire next to you, you felt goosebumps and crossed your arms to rub your hands over your skin.

Another deep breath before you continued across the room, determined to see what was behind the other door. Before you made it, an end table lamp switched on.

"Who's there?" You turned in place, looking for any form in the room that could have turned the light on. You were starting to wonder if this was not the haunting you’d signed up for. As you turned again, you felt a cool breeze drift across your chest, and while it felt nice, it also felt a little invasive. “This isn’t funny.”

“Easy, sweet cheeks. It’s just me.” A not-totally opaque figure appeared right in front of you, wide-eyed and with an apologetic smile. “I probably took that introduction too far. I’m Mike.”

You reached your hand for his and grasped nothing but air while he grinned like a fool at you.

“Cute,” you smiled back, even while wondering if you’d ever get to place your hands on something solid this evening.

“Why, thank you,” he took a small bow as you reached to smack his shoulder and found your hand drifting through air again.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” you laughed.

“Oh? You don’t find me pleasant to look at?” Mike grabbed at his chest and stumbled back as if deeply wounded, and for a moment you thought you really had hurt his feelings. “That’s alright. I have a feeling I can change your mind.” Mike stood tall and wiggled his eyebrows at you. Yeah, he definitely had the height you’d come to desire. You wondered about the rest.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to imply… I was just talking about the…” you waved your hand through the air to indicate his less-than-corporeal state and threw a worried look on your face to match your concern that you’d flubbed this meeting already.

Mike let out a full body laugh. “Don’t worry. I’m only joking. You’re free to like whatever looks you like. Wanna sit?” He swept a transparent arm toward the couch as an invitation. You sat on one side, while he drifted down to the other. “You did know you booked the ghost room, right?”

“I did. I don’t know what I was expecting. Not that, obviously. Sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, but I should ask. Do you want me to stay in this form?”

“You mean this form that I can’t actually feel?” you teased.

Again as if floating, Mike sidled over the length of the couch and right on next to you. You still couldn’t feel a physical connection, no matter how close to you he appeared to be, though the shiver that ran through your body was certainly not due to his cool temperature. He really was cute, no matter what little word games you’d started to play with him.

“It’s that much of a bummer, huh?”

“I mean…”

“Okay, look. I can do one, or the other, or both.”

“Both?” You were intrigued.

“Yeah, but honestly. This can be good and I’d love to show you. Doesn’t have to be now, though. We can start solid.” Mike raised an eyebrow at you and waited for your nod.

“I think for the storyline, it makes more sense, yeah?”

“Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed, suddenly off the couch as if embarrassed. “I totally spaced that! Yeah, yeah, of course. The scene.”

You laughed out loud. This guy was honestly a trip already and you weren’t even naked. In the next moment, you could suddenly no longer glimpse the room through his translucent form and you stood and took another moment to take it in fully.

Black Chucks, dark-washed blue jeans almost too tight around the thighs and definitely supporting a package that appeared to match his predecessors, plain white tee, and a black leather motorcycle jacket. The perfect delinquent boyfriend planning to sneak into the house once the kids you were watching were sound asleep, their parents still several hours away from returning for the evening. To be fair, you weren't sure how you expected a solid form host to deliver the ghost fantasy, but thankfully it sounded like Mike had a plan. And that had to be plenty of time for some fun.

“I’ll step out for a minute. Reset the scene, okay?” he tilted his adorable head full of somewhat unruly curls at you, gave a ridiculous wink and exited the room. 

You settled back down on the couch, grabbed the random book sitting on the end table and started to thumb through the pages, as if just settling down after putting the kids to bed. The passage you flipped to caught your attention and you barely even noticed that you’d read through several pages before a loud bump sounded on the ceiling above you, followed by the sound of chains dragging before the window behind you started rattling.

“Jesus! What the fuck!” you exclaimed, already forgetting the story you’d put yourself in. You set your book down and stood, ear tilted up waiting for more noise before you stepped to the window, placing a palm against the glass to still the shaking. You checked the lock and found it holding, so imagined yourself safe again.

You sat back down, picked up the book, flipped a few more pages before you decided to turn on the TV, first glancing at your watch to check the time. He’s got to be close now, you thought. This was the time I told him to come. The kids are out like lights.

The TV sprang to life with a scary movie already in progress. You recognized it and wished Mike were here, already. If you knew the time marker, you were about to be scared out of your wits. The imagery always made you jump, no matter how many times you saw it. Almost on queue, a heavy knock sounded at the door, just as the jump scare presented on screen, and you could swear you heard the chains rattling again.

At your shriek, the door burst open and Mike had you in his arms.

“You okay, sweet cheeks? I heard a scream just as I got here. Sorry I was late.”

“Mike! There’s something in the house. Plus this godforsaken movie.” You clung to your temporary boyfriend, trembling in his arms.

“Whoa, whoa, something in the house?” he inquired with concern. “Want me to take a look?”

“NO! Stay here with me,” you implored him. “Please, Mike.”

“Okay, okay. Come on, let’s sit. But if we hear something else, I’m checking it out, okay?”

You agreed and took a spot on the couch, waiting for Mike to take off his jacket and sit down as well. You cuddled up next to him, curling your knees under you and leaning against his side. You draped a hand over his chest and could hardly stifle a small smile as you felt his firm body beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and his hand and fingers caressed your upper arm. 

The movie only got a few more moments of your eyes before Mike’s hand began to wander further and further from your upper arm to instead drape down the front of your collarbone and onto your breast. At your soft moan, Mike gave a small squeeze as if testing the waters further and your response gave him permission to begin to knead in earnest as he bent his head to capture your lips with his.

His kiss was hungry and erratic, a little messy partly due to the orientation of your bodies, which Mike took upon himself to remedy. As deftly as anyone had ever been, he simultaneously withdrew his arm from around your shoulder, turned and pushed you eagerly to your back while he scooped your legs straight to stretch you out beneath him.

He slotted a leg between your thighs and pressed into your tender core as he bent to kiss you again. It was then that you realized the hungry, messy style had nothing to do with body positioning. His tongue swiped over your lips and into your open waiting mouth and you gasped as a hand roamed all over your body, but paid special attention to your breasts.

“Mmm, Mike, that feels so nice,” you moaned.

“I’ll gladly give these amazing tits more attention,” he smirked, pulling the v-neck of your loose t-shirt to give his mouth room to move. You didn’t think about how you would never get the shape back and the shirt was basically ruined, but honestly it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling so you pushed him back a bit to give you space to cross your arms and grab the hem. 

As soon as he saw the motion, he was grappling with your body and the fabric around it with the same frenzy he used to kiss you. It wasn’t exactly a help, but together you removed your shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor as you reclined back to receive him over you again. More kisses, with his lips burning yours and your hands running up his back and neck to grip into his luscious brown wavy hair and hold his face to yours. More grinding of your hips up into his where the growing bulge in his pants pushed into your belly. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned into your ear before nipping his way down your neck and back onto your chest. Wet, sloppy kisses trailed down the swell of your breast before he wrapped his kissable lips around your ever-hardening bud, licking and nipping and sucking several moans from you before giving the other nipple the same attention.

At the same time you felt fingers trailing down your tummy and into your jeans, where they slipped between the fabric of your underwear and the slick already seeping from you.

“Holy pussy, you are wet!” Mike exclaimed and you giggled, relishing the lightness of the evening. This was simply a little fun, with a bit of strapping young fluff and you were grateful for the time already.

“It’s all for you, baby. I get so wet for you. Can’t wait to feel you.”

Mike dove for your lips again, pressing his tongue into your mouth and his fingers into your burning core. He was driving you crazy and you never wanted it to stop. Mike withdrew his fingers only long enough to pop the button and pull the zipper down on your jeans, allowing more space for his hand to snake behind your panties and curl into your aching cunt.

With what felt like very practiced ease, he stroked and nudged your walls, pushing in and pulling out while he pressed a thumb against your tender pearl. With every new moan of pleasure, Mike slid his fingers a little deeper and crooked them a little more until he found a spot that clearly made you scream in a way that was so completely unlike the one he heard when he re-entered the room that he had to crack a wide grin, knowing he was making you come undone. He kissed the last of your gasps away, still stroking slow and lazily around your soaked folds.

You let him place one last deep kiss on your lips before you gathered your wits and pressed him back, moving up and over to straddle his lap. It was your turn now to kiss him deep while your fingers curled around an article of his clothing and you urged him to lift his arms so you could remove his shirt. With the break of the kiss he found time to ask a quick question.

“Are you sure they won’t be back soon?” he asked, still playing along with the fantasy that you had made up for the room.

“Mike, since when have you cared if you get caught fucking the babysitter?” you teased. 

“You’re right, I don’t. But I think you do, so we have time, right?”

God he was so sweet. “Yeah, baby. We have all the time we need. Now sit back and let me make you feel good.”

You pressed up to standing so you could step your legs inside his and kneel in front of him. Once you’d pulled off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans, he helped you drag them down with a press of his hips up off the couch. God, you wanted to feel that press into you.

You licked your lips to get ready as you pulled them all the way off, along with his underwear. You were positively salivating. From your spot on the floor, you took him into your mouth and began to bob, slowly at first, building up saliva to lubricate your movements before you started to really go for it.

When he put his hand on the back of your head, the moan you let go reverberated through your body. As you peered up at him through your eyelashes, you saw him toss his head back as he pushed one last time into your throat before he stilled both his hips and your head and held you there, telling you how he was "about to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, just gimme a minute cause I don’t want to finish just yet, and oh fuck!" the moment you wiggled your tongue in your mouth and sent him over the edge.

He had just pulled you back up into his lap, pressing your chest against his and kissing you again, completely unfazed by any lingering come he might encounter as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, when the noise returned.

You jumped right off his lap, grabbing for any shirt you could reach and holding it over your chest.

“Jesus, sweet cheeks. You weren’t joking,” Mike said, bending to grab his pants. “I’m checking it out. Stay here.”

You looked around the room, trying to identify the safest place to huddle up. Why you decided standing with your back against the door was it, you couldn’t really say. Mike stepped back to the door on the opposite side of the room. The one you’d never had a chance to open. You had no idea where he was going.

Or how long he’d be gone.

It had to be two hours later, when you woke up to find yourself curled up on the couch, Mike’s shirt all the way on, your feet freezing. Had you really fallen asleep waiting for Mike to come back? Had you bothered to call anyone? What had happened? 

You heard a door open and shut and sat up quickly, expecting to see Mike returned from wherever but instead you saw nothing. No one was there.

You felt a chill near you for a brief moment before it started to warm against the skin on your back, and you felt the breath on your nape. 

“I told you. I’m gonna take real good care of you,” the voice whispered in your ear while invisible fingertips slipped the shirt from your body, pausing for a moment to appreciate that you hadn’t put your bra back on. You arched into the squeeze and wished that when you lifted your arms behind your head, you’d have been able to grab onto the back of his head as he continued to nuzzle into your neck.

Instead you felt a gentle pull and push that had you backed up against the back of the couch, slouched low so that your jeans came off easily enough. Funnily, you hadn’t bothered to re-zip or button them before you fell asleep apparently.

You didn’t have time to think about that any longer because suddenly, the most amazing, ethereal touch was drifting up one thigh and then the other before settling back inside your pussy. And for a few moments, it felt so familiar and you trusted Mike to get you where you needed to go now, the same way he did then.

But he didn’t. What he did instead was put his ghostly mouth right on your flower, slipping the feeling of a tongue deep in your core as if he were a bee seeking the nectar. There was nothing for you to do but enjoy it. There was no head to clasp onto, no hands to reach for, no face to caress. There was only the exquisite feeling of having your pussy eaten, with licks and sucks in the exact right combination to keep you moaning and begging for mercy even though he knew you could take more.

You were right there, almost there, you could feel it and then it was suddenly gone and your eyes sprung open when you heard the voice in your ear.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I could do that all night, but fuck what I really want right now is to bend you over and fuck you. Can I do that? I’ll go back down if that’s what you want, but I would love to make you come all over my cock. Wrapped of course.”

You were dumb-struck, trying to swim back to shore. You’d been so close and you thought it was over, but every word that dripped out of his mouth made you clench around nothing and you wanted to be clenching around something. 

“Fuck yes, Mike. Fuck. Please fuck me,’ you pleaded. 

And you were well rewarded. A gentle, but urgent force shifting you to bend over, knees on the edge of the couch, hands braced against the back. Sounds of crinkly wrapper. Faint rubbery squeaks as he struggled to fit the condom over his erection. Pop of top and cool liquid rubbed into your heat. Tip pressed in, head popped through, length dragging along your insides. In and out and for all you knew there was an actual body behind you, fucking you into the back of this couch like there was no tomorrow. A body you were bucking back against as well.

When you twisted your head back, to try to get a glimpse, to try to see what this guy looked like fucking into you with wild abandon, angling to reach all the good spots, you saw nothing. It was like you were just going through the motions in some kind of fever dream, but it felt so fucking real. 

And it sounded real, too. Because for as many moans and gasps and ohs and fuck yeahs that come out of your mouth, the same number of sensual and mind melting sounds came from him somehow too,

“Fuck, yeah, sweet cheeks. Fuck back onto my cock. Just like that.”

“God Mike, I’m gonna come again.”

“Yeah you are. You’re gonna come all over this cock. Just like that.”

And with that he managed to speed up just enough to send himself careening over the edge, widening and pulsing inside you, so that you, too, got to join him on the trip back to the bottom. From the highest of the highs. You felt like you were floating.

When you woke up again, you were back in Mike’s shirt, a blanket over your lap, and Mike’s arm around you as you rested your head in his lap. Him. Solid Mike. Jeans and socks. Nothing else.

“There you are, sweet cheeks. Have a good nap?’ he grinned down at you.

“I don’t think I had any other choice but to try to recoup some energy after you completely and totally fucked me into the void. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Mike replied in a tone you could tell was meant to dispel your concern. “Sweet cheeks, we have as long as you need.”

It took you a moment, but you finally realized what he was saying.

“Do you have the same gift Walt, uh, the werewolf, has?” you asked, hoping Mike didn’t hear your slip.

“Yeah, sweet cheeks, Marshall and me have the same gift.”

Well, no luck. Wait a minute…

“Who’s Marshall?” you asked.

“Walter. Walter Marshall. Our werewolf,” Mike answered. “Well, former werewolf.”

It was like a record scratch. You knew now why finding a slot with him had proven so hard lately. And you knew his last name.

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[sillyrabbit81]

Awww! Super sweet and hot! I liked how nervous/unsure he was at times throughout this. Oh and the last line made me laugh out loud, like she knew the whole damn time 🤣

Snowed In

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A/N: Alright, don't know why I had this idea or why every last one of my ideas has to grow into 5k words, but have some Mike!

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: You were going to spend the weekend at your dad's cabin in the woods with your boyfriend, but he bails on you and leaves you - quite literally - out in the cold. Good thing your best friend's brother shows up...

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, SMUT, MINORS DNI. First time p-in-v sex, oral (m receiving), Mike being an idiot. Some uncomfortable, awkward mentions of teen feelings. Y'know.

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You’d stolen the keys to the cabin years ago, and you were fairly sure your dad had no idea you owned copies, because if he did, you’d have been grounded for that - possibly until your fortieth birthday.

Your best friend is covering for you, there is a bag of snacks and other necessities on the seat next to you, and you are facing the prospect of a romantic weekend with your boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

A breakup text after you’ve spent three hours waiting anxiously for him to arrive? Yeah, that'll do it. Now, you’re sitting on the couch in the small cabin, freezing because you can’t start a fire, and crying because you were dumped through a text on the night you were finally going to give it up. Honestly, you’re glad he broke it off before you were able to make that mistake.

Tears are hot on your cold cheeks, and you grab another blanket, but it doesn’t help. Getting dumped and freezing to death seems like a very harsh punishment for sneaking out, really, but it’s slowly becoming a viable threat.

When someone sticks a key in the lock of the door, you almost faint. No one is supposed to be here this weekend. Your dad is out of town on business, your mom doesn’t come here alone... A murderer probably wouldn’t have the keys. Right? On a whim, you turn off the lights and hide behind the couch right before the door swings open.

“Huh? Thought I saw the lights on?” The voice is familiar, but you can’t put a finger on it. “Uncle Walt?” Oh no. No, no, no. There’s only one person in the world who calls your dad that, and it’s Mikey.

Mike Salvatore – the brother of Bianca Salvatore, who just so happens to be your best friend – has been a pain in your ass for as long as you can remember. His dad is a friend of your dad’s, which meant you and Bianca grew up together, and you got to deal with her annoying older brother for free. How fun.

Mike steps inside and turns the lights on.  “I can see someone’s in here, I’d really like to know who it is.”

“It’s, eh...” You crawl out from behind the couch. “Me. Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same damn thing. At least I got the keys from your dad.” He sounds upset, and although you can’t quite figure out why, you assume it must have something to do with the fact that you’re in the way of him having a quiet night here by himself. If he didn’t have the same idea as you, that is.

“Oh, I’m just here, freshly dumped on what should have been an awesome weekend with my boyfriend. Never fucking mind me, Mike.” There’s no pretending, no holding back tears, no nothing. Because it doesn’t matter. You’ve been caught, Mike is definitely going to snitch on you. You’re sad and single, you’re freezing and you’re going to be so, so dead.

“I’ll just go.” You try to squeeze past him, but he stops you.

“It’s dark out. I wouldn’t let you drive home even if it was an option.” He sounds so serious...

“What do you mean ‘if it was an option’?” Why isn’t it an option now?

“Sorry, Sweetcheeks, we’re snowed in...” Snowed in? Snowed in? Never in a million years... You stare at Mike, and it takes a while before you realize that your mouth is open. “... so even if it wasn’t dark, and you weren’t upset, we’d still be stuck here.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you cry out, and more tears stream down your face.

“Is there any reason these tears are practically freezing to your cheeks? Are you trying to kill yourself? Because I’m not on board with that, just so you know.” Mike tries to play it off as a joke, but you can see the concern in his eyes.

“Couldn’t start a fire,” you say. For the first time, you realize your teeth are chattering.

“Alright, let’s get that settled first, or else both of us are going to die of hypothermia.” He walks over to the fireplace and laughs when he sees your latest failed attempt at lighting it. “Damn, Sweetcheeks, it’s a good thing I showed up.”

He takes a pocket knife out of his bag and shaves a bunch of thin slivers off the block of wood you had laying in the ashes.

“Grab that basket, would you?” The basket he’s referring to is filled with sticks. “Come here, sit down.”

“Why am I sitting here? I should just stay out of your way.”

“Babygirl, you would have frozen to death if I hadn’t gotten here. You’re learning how to make a fire. Now.” Alright, that does sound like a useful survival skill, now more than ever. And so does ‘breathing normally’, but you can’t seem to remember how to do that, either. Your heart is racing, and you’re past the point of chalking that up to the cold, because it wasn’t nearly as bad before Mikey got here…

“How did you learn?” You ask mostly to distract yourself from your racing pulse and dry mouth. Mikey wasn’t exactly the boy scout type. He was just the annoying older brother type, nothing more, nothing less.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Right?

“I’m a man.” You fight back the urge to snort. That’s a major overstatement. After all, you’re talking about Mikey. Immature, goofy, stupid, dumb, cute– wait, what? “But before I grew up, I was a boy, and they like to set stuff on fire. So, their dads teach them how to do that without burning the house down, and the world is a better place because of it.”

“You never grew up, Mikey, you only got taller.” And somewhere around the time you turned fifteen, he magically got hotter. But that’s not relevant right now, even though it’s fairly hard to ignore now that he’s so close to you.

“Yeah, I have to annoy my baby sister and her cute little friend somehow, right?” Did Mike just call you ‘cute’? You decide not to dwell on it, and instead pay attention to what he has to say. “Alright, fire needs three things: fuel, oxygen, heat. If one of those is not accounted for…” He makes a general gesture at the fireless fireplace.

A few minutes of his slightly condescending explanation later, Mike has actually managed to get a nice fire going. He fills up the kettle with water after ordering you to stay put. You don’t complain; it’s still cold as balls.

“Can I get in on this blanket situation you have going on?” he asks as he sits down next to you. “You kinda took all of them, and I’m gonna get cold, too.” You carefully peel off one blanket-layer and hand it to him.

The tea is hot, the blankets are soft, and the small room is slowly getting warmer. It gets to a point where you slowly unwrap yourself from your carefully constructed cocoon.

“Don’t,” Mike says, “your lips are still blue.” You can only assume he wraps his arms around you without thinking, because… Well, because Mike does most things without thinking, for starters, and because he wouldn’t have done it if he was thinking clearly. Probably.

“Mike, what the hell were you planning on doing here?” you ask. You’re ashamed to think that if you can hear how hoarse your voice is when you say it, Mike can definitely hear, too. And then there’s the thing about not really wanting to find out the answer.

“Eh… There was this chick. She, eh… She bailed on me, but I was halfway here and didn’t feel like turning around.” Is there something in his voice that sounds like he’s lying? Or are your ears deceiving you? Either way… It hurts like a bitch. Which makes no sense because Mike is obnoxious, annoying, gross, and immature.

“Sorry I’m the sucky little stand-in,” you say sarcastically. What you didn’t expect was Mike putting his hands on your cheeks.

“Sucky little stand-in, my ass,” he says, “and get me the name of this guy.”

“You know him,” you say. Mike’s been playing soccer with the guy since they were freshmen in high school.

“Ryan. And you were going to sleep with him.” It’s definitely not a question, but you’re not entirely sure what else it’s supposed to be. The tone in Mike’s voice suggests it’s almost an accusation. “Yeah, don’t say anything, that face is all I need. Fuck, I’m so glad he didn’t show up, baby girl.” His hands fall away from your face, and he wraps you up in a massive hug.

The rest of the night is marshmallows, popcorn, snacks, and games. You never spend time alone with Mikey, it’s weird at first, but you get used to it quickly. Mike is easy to talk to, when he’s not being the annoying older brother. Time goes by fast, and it’s getting kind of late. At some point, you realize that neither of you have really thought about sleeping arrangements.

“You take the bed, I’ll take the couch,” Mike says resolutely, but it doesn’t sit right with you.

“No, it’s okay! I’m a less terrible fit for that couch,” you reply, “you can take the bed.” Mike thinks about that for a second. It’s not a big couch, you’re going to have to curl up enough as is, and Mikey is definitely taller than you. Then he makes a suggestion that makes your heart skip a beat.

“It’s a double bed,” he says, “we could just…” The living room is toasty warm due to the fire, that’s why your cheeks feel hot. Because of the fire. Maybe if you tell yourself that enough times, you will start to believe it.

After some more back and forth on the subject of who deserves to sleep where, you end up in bed together. Mike is clearly more relaxed about the whole thing than you are; you’ve maneuvered yourself as closely to the edge of the bed as possible.

“Would you relax?” Mike chuckles behind you. “We’ve known each other for, what? Fifteen years?” Yeah, that sounds about right.

“But you’re Bianca’s stupid older brother,” you say – out loud, what is wrong with you?

“Yeah, I am,” he admits, “which is exactly why you don’t have to be so… uptight, right now.” Is that his way of saying nothing is going to happen? And why does that sting so bad, for crying out loud? You turn around, so you’re facing him, and if it weren’t for Mike’s incredible reflexes, you’d have fallen out of bed.

“Thanks,” you mutter. “Can I ask you something?” It’s a stupid question; you can always ask Mike anything, you always could.

“Why are you so glad Ryan bailed on me?” Mike laughs when he hears your question, and sighs. As far as Mike is concerned, Ryan isn’t the right guy for you. He’s too much of a player.

“Takes one to know one, right?” you throw back at him.

“Yeah. Well... I don’t have a double-digit body count, he does.” Mike growls. “There’s… some… overlap. Y’know, between the girls he… and the ones I… The… reviews aren’t good, okay. And… And I just don’t want him near you.” The way he’s shy, talking about this all of a sudden, it’s so cute it melts your brain. Thinking Straight? We don’t know her.

“So, what? You’re saying you’d be a better option?” That stupid, stupid, big fucking mouth of yours… You never should have come here. You never should have agreed to sleep in the same bed. All of this could have been avoided if only you’d used your dumb brain. Apparently, Mike disagrees, because he moves closer, pulling you in as he does, until you’re flush against his body.

“I’m saying great white shark would be a better option,” he whispers. He’s so close now that you can feel his breath on your cheeks.

“I feel you’re a step up from a great white,” you mutter, “maybe even more than one.” Where is this coming from? Are you flirting with him? You’re comparing him to a shark. That can’t be flirting – or at the very m it’s incredibly poor flirting. But he’s the one who brought up the shark thing. Maybe neither of you are very good at this?

Mike laughs and mutters a ‘thank you’.

“Turn around, Sweetcheeks,” he says softly, and you hum a sort of question that he seems to understand. “Let me snug up to you, keep you warm tonight, okay?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mikey,” you whisper, shifting uncomfortably. When Mike wrapped you into that hug, you didn’t notice his hand: It’s dangerously close to your ass. Strong fingers flex against you, digging into you, making you shiver. Your own arm, which has been pushing against his shoulder up until now, slides to his back, and you lean your head against his chest.

For a few minutes, you just rake your fingers over his back while he does the same to you, pulling each other closer as you go. It’s tough to ignore the erection pressing into your thigh, so you don’t bother. It’s not as if you’re doing anything wrong. Besides, you can still stop this. As long as you don’t turn your face to his, nothing more has to happen. Then why the fuck do you turn your head?

It’s no use trying to figure out who kissed who first, but from the moment his lips touch yours, you’re lost in him. A soft first kiss soon turns intense and demanding. Mike has a very eager tongue – you should have seen that coming – and is completely incapable of keeping his hands in decent places. All you hear are the moans that escape you both, and the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. You clench your thighs every time Mike grinds his hips into you. Should you be this wet? It’s not just from this, but from everything. The hugs by the fire. Small touches while playing games. The way his hand briefly brushed past your thigh when... God, you forgot what he was even doing when that happened, but just the thought of the way his fingers caressed your skin fuels the fire inside you.

He rolls on top of you, the weight of his body making you gasp, and you make room for him between your legs. If there was still a way back, it’s definitely gone now that his cock is pressed against your pussy. You even wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. Mike chuckles under his breath, bringing up insecurities you didn’t know you had.

“What?” You ask timidly. Mike smirks at you and leans his forehead against yours.

“You’re cute like this,” he says. There’s something gravelly in his voice that seems to vibrate throughout your body.

“Like what?” You surprise yourself with how steady your voice is.

“Horny,” Mike answers plainly. You should have expected bluntness – it’s Mikey, after all – but you didn’t, and now you have nothing else to say. He smirks at you as he lies next to you again. “Bet you’re wet as fuck, too, huh?”

“Mikey!” You slap him on the shoulder and try to turn away, but he holds you firmly in place.

“Oh no, Sweetcheeks,” he says, “you’re not going anywhere.” Hearing the need in his voice sends shivers all through your body. You squirm in his arms in desperation, your cheeks hot with embarrassment because of what he said, but there’s no part of you that even considers actually trying to get away from him. You like this coy little cat and mouse game. Mike’s hand travels down your stomach and into your pajama pants and underwear without hesitation. His eagerness startles you – so does the fact that you don’t try to stop him.

One of his fingers slips between your folds, and he smirks.

“Goddamn, Sweetcheeks,” he says before kissing your neck. You moan when the stubble on his jaw scratches your skin. Suddenly, a memory makes you laugh. Mike quirks an eyebrow as his fingers retreat slightly – you can’t blame him; this is not an appropriate time to laugh.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckle, “memories.”

“Of that time you made me cut my face while shaving?” Pff! Lucky guess! Your eyes confirm his suspicion, and he chuckles, too. “My date that night felt really bad for me, so thanks, I guess.”

“What even startled you?” He’d seen you barge into the bathroom he and Bianca shared countless times at that point, so what was different that time?

“You and Bibi had just gotten back from summer camp; I hadn’t seen you in a few months and...” His voice trails off and he doesn’t seem prepared to keep talking. No dice.

“And what?” you continue your interrogation. “What changed.”

“God, Sweetcheeks, don’t make me say it! I’m gonna sound like such a perv!” He tries to bury his head in your neck, but you push back. All of a sudden, you realize the hand he had stashed in your pants, has moved to your ass. Mike groans, because he realizes you’re really going to make him answer. “You left for camp, like... Flat. And you came back kinda, sorta... fully equipped.”

“You cut yourself shaving because you were checking out my rack?” Fucking unbelievable. No, actually, scratch that. Completely believable. You laugh when you see the monstrously guilty look on his face. Mike really looks like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I actually cut myself because I turned my head to look away.” Oh. Well... Mike picks up on your confusion somehow. “They were nice. But also attached to my sister’s best friend.”

“And now you’re feeling me up in my dad’s cabin in the woods.”

“A dream come true,” he laughs. Does he mean it? From the looks of it... “I mean it. I’ve had a bit of a crush on you for years.”

You can’t believe your ears! Mikey has a crush on you?

“I wish I could say the same, but I thought you were fucking annoying until a few hours ago,” you say without thinking.

Mike grins ear to ear. “Right.”

“I’m serious!” You are! You really are serious! Someone can be both annoying and hot, right?

“I believe you,” he says as he pulls you closer. “I also believe you’re more than a little hot for me now.”

He’s right – obviously. Your body is on fire, heart racing, butterflies fluttering in your stomach – all because of him. His lips on your neck confirm it, his hand squeezing your ass, slowly moving back around to work its way between your legs, his breath on your ear as he softly moans when he slips two fingers into your pussy. You want to fuck him. End of story.

“Goddamn, Sweetcheeks,” he moans into your mouth, “I might lose my patience over this juicy pussy.”

“What patience?” you tease. Mike never had much to begin with, and to be perfectly honest, yours has taken a hit to the point where you’re almost begging him to take you. His fingers slip out of you and find your clit. It’s almost impossible to focus on what his hands are doing while his cock is still pushing into your thigh, but at the same time, the way those fingers move, drawing tight circles around your swollen, sensitive little pearl consumes every fiber of your body.

“Don’t tempt me, please,” Mike groans into your ear, “I wanna do this right. You finish first.” Somehow, it never occurred to you that he’s actually trying to make you come. You give his hand the slightest nudge to the side, holding your breath for the reaction that move usually gets you, but it doesn’t happen. He just takes the advice and keeps going.

From then on, practically the only words out of your mouth are ‘fuck’ and ‘oh God’ as he works you up to your climax with surprising ease. He chuckles softly, as if he’s as surprised as you are – and in all honesty: he probably is. It takes you some time to notice the way he’s grinding his hips into your side, and you turn in his arms, forcing him to pull his hand away from your oversensitive clit. Following a deep breath, your hand trails his chest and stomach until it rests on the bulge in his pyjama pants. A cocky – pun not intended – grin appears on his face when he watches you bite your lower lip. He’s big – bigger than you’re used to, anyway. With your free hand, you push the hem of his t-shirt up until he takes over and pulls it over his head. He moans when you lick and kiss his neck, but to your surprise, he stops you when you move further down.

“Have at it if you wanna,” he says shyly, “but only if you want to. I don’t... I won’t return the favor, just... So we’re clear on that.” You’re not sure whether you’re imagining things, or if the pitch of his voice climbs as you make your way down his chest and stomach, leaving a few love bites here and there, listening to Mike groan and feeling him squirm in anticipation as if he’s never had a blowjob before in his life. He sits up, giving you more room to get as comfortable as possible, and leans back against his pillow with an impatient smirk.

You can’t suppress a chuckle when you pull Mike’s pants down and his cock springs free. It’s the way it just... moves that makes you laugh. Mike fakes looking offended and then laughs too, only to stop abruptly when your tongue touches the tip of his cock.

Teasing a guy is easy. Find out what he likes from a shockingly long list of maybe three whole things, and then do that so very lightly that he wants to grab your hair and slam his dick down your throat. Or so you’ve been told. Ryan was too impatient for you to ever try it out, but Mikey seems like a very willing victim. Every time he squirms or moans, or his leg twitches when you change your approach, you laugh softly. His fingers tangled in your hair, and he gently guides you further down onto his cock. He looks down at you and smiles like an idiot.

“Fuck, Sweetcheeks! I don’t know if this is a really good blowjob, or it’s just been a while but...” He stops talking – which is probably for the best. You lose any and all interest in his dick and sit up again.

“Mike,” you try to sound stern, but he looks so mortified that you can’t help but laugh, “what the fuck?”

“In my defense,” he says awkwardly, “there was a really pretty girl sucking my cock, therefore I wasn’t thinking. Like, at all.”

You crawl up until you’re straddling his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. Mike rests his hands on your hips and squeezes you lightly as he leans in to kiss you again. His lips all but force yours apart in their enthusiasm, and he slips his tongue into your mouth as soon as he can. Somehow, it’s the boyish impatience in everything he does that makes you fall for him even harder. It’s the eager kiss, those hands that can’t seem to be still for even a second, the moans that turn into whines whenever you move your hips…

“I can’t wait anymore,” Mike pants when he breaks your kiss, “I want you.”

Part of you wants to tell him to stop, that you don’t want him, that this was a mistake – but that part of you is a liar. You’ve wanted this for years, even Bianca knows that. She never said anything about it, and you never pushed it because Mike is her brother, and you always thought it would be super weird, but you’re never getting this chance again, and if you don’t go for it, you know you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. That realization makes it all the more painful when Mike stops his exploration of your neck and chest and looks at you for a long moment – a very long moment.

“Are you sure about this?” he finally asks, and only then are you able to exhale that breath you were holding in without even noticing.

“Yes,” you say after swallowing the lump in your throat away.

“And because you’re so sure about this and ready for it,” Mike continues, “you remembered to bring protection, of course?”

Jackass. You roll your eyes at him and make sure to grind your ass against his cock extra hard when you get up to grab your bag. Normally, you couldn’t throw anything to save your life, but now, the small box of condoms hits Mike right in the… palm of his hand. Because he can actually catch things, as it turns out. Too bad, you were aiming for his face.

The room is pretty cold, and even though Mike never actually took any clothing off you, you’re freezing. All you want is to get back under the covers with him, but you can’t seem to move. Mike tosses the box onto the nightstand and throws the covers back by means of an invitation while he finishes getting naked. It takes a goofy smile and his reaching out his hand for you to finally move closer to the bed again.

“I’m nervous,” you say softly as you crawl into his arms. He squeezes you, it’s lovely. He’s not buff, but he’s stronger than he looks, and it’s very reassuring.

“So am I,” he says to your surprise. Your face must have asked the question for you, because he continues: “I want it to be good for you. Not that I normally don’t… Oh, fuck, never mind. I just want to make sure you have a nice first time.”

Mike slips his hands back underneath the fabric of your pajama shirt, only this time, he lifts it so he can pull it off you. Those hands may have wandered everywhere, but his eyes haven’t, and it makes you insecure until you see the look on his face. The hasty, sloppy kisses to your neck and shoulders are almost a form of keeping decorum, a way to pretend he doesn’t want to go straight for your chest, but he still makes it there within seconds. When he explored the rest of your body, his focus was fleeting – exactly what you were used to from him, because that’s exactly what he always does with everything. Now, however, he shows a level of commitment and dedication you’ve never seen in him. His lips wrap around one of your nipples, and you shriek when he sucks softly. The feeling itself is amazing, but the sounds that Mike lets out are even better. There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind that he loves what he’s seeing – although, at the moment, you doubt he’s seeing much to begin with, because his head is buried against your chest.

“Mikey!” you hiss when he gently bites down on your nipple. That finally gets him to let go of your breasts and kiss you again.

“Sorry,” he says when he breaks away again, “you have awesome boobs.”

As he kisses you again, he pushes your pants down your legs. Despite the nerves that still gnaw on your insides a little, you help him. For a while, it’s relatively easy to calm those pesky jitters down a little, until Mike reaches for the box on the nightstand.

“Are you sure about this?” Mike asks as he positions himself between your legs after putting a condom on. The tip of his cock pushes at your entrance in the most teasing way. When you nod, Mike kisses you softly before he pushes into you. He goes slow, and he’s really gentle, but you still wince.

“Whoa!” Mike stops moving as soon as he hears you hiss softly while your face scrunches up from the pain. “Relax, okay? Take a deep breath.” You do as he tells you, breath catching in your throat as he slides into your core further – this time it feels amazing, and you can’t stop yourself from moaning loudly. Mike chuckles when he hears you.

“Good?” His voice is strained, as if he’s having trouble behaving – and knowing him, he does. You nod again, unable to speak, overwhelmed by the new sensations in your body. When Mike moves his hips, you gasp. His movements are slow and shallow at first, but once he realizes you can take him, they become deeper, faster and more enthusiastic.

“Oh my god, Mikey!” you squeal when he hits a good spot inside you. Your fingers find their way into his curls, and you pull him down to kiss him.

“Feels so good,” you mumble against his lips. Mike’s lips pull into a grin, you can feel it.

“Fuck,” he hisses. His hips slow, but he doesn’t stop. Still, it makes you sad, because – and you can’t believe you’re actually having this thought – you want him to pound you.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, and you give Mike a pouting look.

“Hey, this is hard work!” Mike says quasi-offended. You both laugh – it feels strange, with him still inside you. When you stop, he looks at you in earnest. “Besides, I don't want this to be over yet.” He continues his slow tempo for a while, as he keeps kissing your neck, your chest, circling your nipples with his tongue, rolling the sensitive little buds between his fingers, making you squirm in every possible way until you’re almost begging him to fuck you hard again.

Suddenly, Mike lowers his head until his lips are right next to your ear. “Ready?” he whispers, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. His grip on your hip tightens, and his other hand crosses your back to grab your shoulder. Mike holds you tight as he slams his hips into you, leaving you breathless. He’s rough, not to the point where it hurts, but definitely approaching that edge. It feels amazing. You wrap your legs around his waist and close your eyes as your head falls back. A few harsh thrusts make you shriek. Mike hides his groaning in your neck before collapsing on top of you.

You whine when he pulls out, your walls suddenly clenching around nothing again. It’s a strange sensation after what you just experienced. Empty. Lonely. It gets even worse when Mike gets up.

“I’ll be right back.” Somehow, it’s not very reassuring. You curl up under the covers, fighting back tears. How could you sleep with your best friend’s stupid brother? Bianca will never forgive you…

“Whoa! Are you alright, Sweetcheeks?” Mike crawls into the bed behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“Bianca is going to kill me,” you say. Mike laughs, which annoys you. A lot. “Mikey, it’s not funny! She’s my best friend and you’re her brother!”

“Sweetcheeks,” Mike says, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay? Just come here, let’s go to sleep.” He pulls you into his arms, and for a moment – one that happens to last until the next morning – everything is perfect.

You wake up to twelve missed calls from Bianca and several text messages, the last of which reads ‘I know – I hope… – you’re busy licking my brother but call me back, maybe?’

[sillyrabbit81]

🤣🤣🤣 Poor Mike. Very cute and funny, Lisa! ❤️

Follow-up ask for the raccoon bite headcanon

NSFW image under the cut😆

okay, i've let this cook for way too long 😂

silly something (smut but not really) under the cut. I haven't written in so long, this probably sucks😂😭

Continuation of this and this.

I'm so sorry 😂😂

Not beta’d, written at 10pm. If there are typos, just ignore them

*ding*

Mikey's phone goes off. He looks around the lecture hall, to see if anyone had heard the notification. No one was looking. Luckily.

Sweetcheeks: hey puppy🥰

When he doesn't answer, sends a picture, more specifically, a selfie of herself in a perfect black smokey eye.

Mike: babeee im in a lectureee

Sweetcheeks: 😈

Sweetcheeks: i have a surpriseee

Mike: caaan't. Important lecture...😩

But Mikey's girlfriend doesn't care. She sends another picture. Of herself. In black lace lingerie.

Sweetcheeks: come homeee

Mikey's face flushes. Blood rushing to two places. His face and well...

He packs up his things and hurries out the lecture hall. He walks across campus, almost running.

Sweetcheeks: im waiting😇

Mike starts walking even faster.

Finally, he reaches his dorm. He opens the door and enters... His childhood bedroom? Weird. But his brain doesn't get enough blood right now to think properly.

And there she is, lying on his bed.

"Hey, puppy," sweetcheeks beams at him.

Fuck, she looks so hot. In her makeup and that lingerie. He hadn't noticed it in the pictures, but she's also wearing a collar and cute little cat ears.

"You like it?" she asks innocently, almost pouting at him.

"I... Uhh..." Mike stammers, looking at his girlfriend. How'd she know he wanted her to dress up like that for ages?

She pats the bed, smiling and as if in a trance, he walks over.

He looks at her, almost drooling. Fuck, she looks so fucking hot. His cock twitches in his jeans when he sees the black tip of a tail peek out from behind her thigh.

She pats the bed again, and he sits next to her. Grinning, she starts crawling towards him, kissing him once she reaches him. She kisses her way down to his neck. Slowly, her kisses turn into little nibbles. She playfully bites his earlobe, and he grabs a handful of her ass. He takes hold of her tail and pulls it, just a little bit so he could see.

It's not fully black...

And her ears aren't cat ears, he notices...

Raccoon...

It's a raccoon tail plug.

"What's wrong, puppy?" she whispers sweetly. She smiles at him. He feels her hands on him still and looks down. They look like raccoon paws!

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Mike wakes up, bathed in sweat. Horrible, horrible nightmare. He looks around his bedroom. His childhood bedroom. Right... He was hole for summer break.

He sees sweetcheeks sleeping next to him on her side, facing away from him, wearing one of his old t-shirts. No lingerie in sight. But he has to be sure.

As quietly as he can, he searches his room for any suspicious boxes that could store this horrible costume. There's nothing in his closet. Nothing under his desk. Nothing in sweetcheeks' drawer in his dresser. Finally, he looks under the bed. He finds a box and opens it. The black plastic bag he finds inside looks suspicious, so he can't help but open it.

What he finds inside makes his blood run cold.

It's the ears, tail plug, along with the ears.

"Nooooooo!"

"Mike! Are you insane?! It's 3am!" sweetcheeks sleepily hisses from the bed, rubbing her eyes and glaring at her boyfriend. And snuggled in her arm is Bandit.

Bandit. Truly a bandit. Stole his girlfriend now. How he hated this trash panda.

Mikey screams again, waking the whole house.

[sillyrabbit81]

Thank you so much @geralts-yenn for joining in the game and the celebration!

Ugh Mike, sweet sweet adorable asshat Mike. I hate that I love him so. You got such a great prompt for him and you wrote an awesome story to go with it. I giggled a few times but when I read this:

“Hey, sweetcheeks, I was just thinking about you.” He didn’t even stop his ministrations. 

I laughed out loud.

Thank you again! This really was a very enjoyable read. ❤️

caught

A/N: So I tried to add to the stories for @sillyrabbit81's absolutely amazing milestone celebration...

You can find the masterlist for the celebration event here

My masterlist is to be found here

Pairing: Mikey (Hellraiser) x reader (female reader, no race, body type or physical features mentioned)

Prompt: Playful-Happy / Mike / Caught masturbating

summary: just some playful banter and porn without plot

warnings: smut: male masturbation, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), p-i-v sex , a hint of spanking, Mikey being Mikey…

word count: 2k

This is a follow up of pranked but both stories can be read separately

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You were about to ring the doorbell when the door opened and Walter straight up bumped into you. “Oh, hey, didn’t notice you. You okay?” he asked. You nodded. “I’m fine, Walter. Thank you!” Why the hell did you thank him? For running into you? Most probably, yes, his firm chest felt really good. But you hoped he wouldn’t come to this conclusion.

“Mike is still asleep as far as I know. But I guess he wouldn’t mind you waking him up. I’m on my way to the office, so…” You were glad he didn’t end his sentence. Because, of course, he meant to give you the hint that this time in fact there wouldn’t be anyone in the house to hear you. Still remembering that awkward breakfast with Mike and his dad after the first night you spent at their house, you didn’t need another conversation like that.

You went up the stairs and heard music coming from Mikey’s room. So you wouldn’t need to wake him up. After knocking on his door, you waited a moment, but there was no reaction. You knocked a second time, still nothing. But it was Mike, who knows where his head was right at the moment? And what could be the worst thing you could run into?

Well, yes, the situation in front of you probably was within the top three worst things to run into in your boyfriend’s room. You were staring at Mikey, who lay on his bed, fisting his cock. Your mouth formed a small 'O'. As was Mikey’s. He was stroking himself at a fast pace and with a tight grip. His eyes were shut and the deep frown on his forehead wouldn’t have brought you to the conclusion of what he was doing at the moment, if you didn’t see it for yourself. 

He didn’t seem to notice you, and your mind was racing, thinking how to react. But it was Mikey. He could deal with a little embarrassment. “Doing so good, baby!” you praised him, followed by a small chuckle. Mike’s head shot up to you. But to your surprise, he didn’t seem embarrassed at all. A wide grin spread over his face.

“Hey, sweetcheeks, I was just thinking about you.” He didn’t even stop his ministrations. 

You couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Oh my god, Mikey!” At least, finally, he got up and packed himself back into his boxers. The only piece of clothing he was wearing, as you took in, appreciating his broad shoulders and his abs that formed a nice looking eight pack. Your eyes followed down the trail of hair on his stomach. You could still see the big bulge, covered by thin fabric now. And of course, this sight didn't leave you without a physical response. You felt that familiar tingling between your legs. 

“You wanna join me, babycakes? I could use some help.” Mike and you met in the middle of his room, and your mouth was on his as soon as you were near enough to reach him. 

Mike started out slowly but it didn't need long until you felt his kiss getting more heated. You dropped your backpack on the floor so you could sink your fingers into his curls like you loved it. Mike's arms tightened around your waist and his hands sneaked up under your shirt. You brushed your tongue over his lips and felt Mike's tongue intruding your mouth the very next moment. With the familiar sweet and minty taste of him, you felt a wave of warmth sweep through your body. 

Your hands traveled down his neck, along his spine, until you carefully pushed your fingers under the elastics of his underwear to cup his cute ass.

“Mh, look who is needy,” Mikey mumbled into your mouth and you could feel him grinning. He took your explorations as an invitation to move his hands, too, and they went to your chest and brushed over your bra. His thumb slowly circled around your hard nipples. Both of you moaned in each other's mouths. 

Mikey grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled at it. Next, your shorts found their way to the floor. His hands were roaming over your body, his mouth on yours, rough and demanding. Fuck, this guy made you so desperate with his way of kissing and touching you! This desperation needed to be stilled. So your fingers were back on Mikey's boxer briefs and you carefully pulled them over his erection and down to his knees. 

A gasp left Mikey’s mouth when you wrapped your fingers around his cock. You stroked him a few times, but this wasn’t what was on your mind. Your mouth left Mikey’s lips and instead you went down over his throat and chest, licking, biting and kissing, while you sank on your knees. Mikey growled in anticipation. 

You sat on your heels and looked up at him. For a moment, Mike stood completely still, the only movement the fast heaving of his chest. You bit on your lip to hide the smile when you thought what an uncommon sight that was. But then your impatience got the better of you and you grabbed his cock with one hand and started to circle your tongue over his tip. 

The drop of pre-cum on it left a salty taste in your mouth. 

As you wrapped your lips around him and started to suck him with hollow cheeks, Mikey couldn’t hold back any more, and his small hisses changed into loud moans. His sounds made your pussy clench around nothing and you were sure your panties were completely soaked by now. In no way you were able to take him completely, so your hand closed around the base of his shaft and moved together with your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth!” As you looked up and met his gaze, Mike let out another deep growl. His hands cradled around the back of your head and he thrust his hip forward. You felt him moving in your throat, as deep as you could take him. Your saliva drooled down your chin. But then Mike pulled back, still holding you, and his cock left your mouth with a pop.

He bent down to you and with one swift movement he had thrown you over his shoulders and carried you to his bed where he dropped you onto the mattress. “Time for breakfast!” he exclaimed with a wide grin. Kneeling next to you, he hurried to get rid of your bra and panties, throwing them onto the floor to the rest of your clothes. His boxers followed on the spot when he kicked them off his legs. 

Without any teasing or slow build up, Mikey just dove his head between your legs and devoured your pussy as if he was starving. Now it was you who couldn’t keep quiet, and Mike knew exactly what to do to entice all these lewd little sounds out of you. You started to squirm under him as his mouth worked sloppily on your clit. But when he slipped two fingers into your cunt, you lost all control. Your hips jerked up, and your fingers dug into his hair, riding his tongue and fingers to your climax. 

When you slowly came to your senses again, you opened your eyes and saw Mikey still kneeling between your legs, looking onto your pussy like a happy little puppy. Your heart melted at that sight. You grabbed his hands and pulled him down to you, kissing him feverishly. Trying to get him as close as possible, you wrapped your arms around him. 

Mike mirrored your movement, closing his arms around you. You didn’t even notice how he managed, but in the next moment, Mike was laying on his back and your body was spread on top of him. 

You positioned your legs beside his thighs and straddled him. When you sat up, Mike followed you while your tongues kept exploring each other's mouths. You grinded on Mikey’s hips, your wet folds brushing over his hard shaft. Mike moaned desperately into your mouth. You teased him a few times more by rolling your hips over him, but then you took pity on him and positioned his cock at your entrance. As you rose up to do so, Mike took the opportunity to dive into your cleavage, kneading both of your breasts. Slowly you sank down, feeling him stretching your walls while Mike’s mouth circled around your pebbled peaks. 

When you had taken all of him into you, you started to ride him frantically. Your hips smashed down on him while Mike enjoyed your boobs bouncing in his face with every thrust. Mike readjusted his position, and damn, that was a good move. You felt him rocking into you deeply like you never felt him before and you cried out his name. “Fuck, this feels good, baby!” he sighed. You felt your walls clench around him and only after a few more times crashing your hips together you fell apart once more. Your thighs trembled and you couldn’t keep up the pace any longer. 

Mike crawled out under you. While you were still kneeling with shaking legs, he positioned himself behind you and slapped your ass. And then he split your wet cunt open again and started to pound into you. Strangled moans coming from him, you were sure he was close now. And so you bucked your hips against him, helping him chase his climax. The smacking noises of your bodies joined the sounds of your moans. 

Mike wrapped his arms around your chest and guided you to sit up with him. Your sweaty bodies rubbed against each other. Mike’s hands found their favorite place in the world on your boobs again and he rutted hard into you. Finally, he spilled himself into you with one last powerful thrust. 

Both of you just dropped to the bed and lay there, totally spent. Mike wrapped one arm around you and kissed your forehead. “That was better than what I imagined when you came in, earlier!” You both laughed. “Glad I could help,” you answered him with a wink and snuggled into his embrace. 

“Mike?” You brushed a lock of his hair out of his face. He was still fuckdrunk and couldn't even open his eyes fully. “Hm?” he hummed in return. 

“You knew I was coming, right?” He wrinkled his nose, looking honestly confused. “I wouldn't stop before I had made you come, baby, you know that.” You chuckled and shook your head. “No, smarty, I meant, you know I was coming over to your house this morning. Why did you even start, you know, masturbating?” His long fingers brushed lazily over your back. “It's not like I had planned this. I got up, saw that gorgeous selfie you sent me last night and, well, that was kinda inspiring.” He smirked. “So I started my 'don't-come-in'-music and got to work.” How that man always made you feel confused and totally smitten at the same time… “Your what?” You blinked at him. Mike pointed to his speaker. “When I don't want Walter to come into my room, I start this particular song. He knows to stay away when he hears it.” Shaking your head and giggling, you said: “You know, there are keys that could do the same?”

“Yeah, lost mine some time ago. And maybe I did some things that made Walter believe it would be safer to not get me a new one” He shrugged and gave you a wink. You decided that you definitely didn't want to ask what exactly he did, so you stayed silent. But after a moment, a thought came to your mind. “Wait, did Walter hear that music or did you just start it right before I entered your room?”

Mike watched you curiously. “He must have heard” This family made you speechless over and over again. “So he knew exactly what I was running into," you remarked.

“Yeah, probably wanted me to feel embarrassed. But come on, I was raised in this family of lunatics. It takes more than jerking off in front of my girl to make me feel ashamed.”

[sillyrabbit81]

I was so happy to see the notification for this because I know you've been working on it for a while!

It was so much fun and hot. The keeping the jersey on was just perfect for the story. I laughed out loud at the "I could eat" part. The image is burned into my head now 🤣

Jersey

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Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Mike x reader

Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected (at least condomless) sex, creampie, and a very needy, desperate, slightly pushy and arrogant Mikey.

Bingo: "Is that my shirt?" (you can find the bingo masterlist here)

A/N: As always, we blame @geralts-yenn for putting the idea of Mike as a hockey player in my brain. Not the field kind, the cold and violent kind. Of course.

It's also the third entry for my @henrycavillbingo card! I know I didn't exactly use the phrase of the prompt — although I did imply it — but a jersey is sort of a shirt, I guess, so it counts :")

Enjoy!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @littlefreya @mayloma @summersong69 @livisss @winter2112rose @changenameno @wa-ni (still not allowed to tag you, sorry :( )

“Don’t let go of me!” Who knew ice was slippery? You. You knew. Everyone knew. Yet here you were...

“I won’t let go,” Mike answered with a smile. He was the one who had assured you it would be fine. ‘Skating is fun, Sweetcheeks’ your freezing ass...

“Mike! You just almost dropped me!”

“I didn’t,” he snorted. “You almost fell, that’s not the same thing. Ow! Would you let go of my arm, before it falls off?”

You reluctantly relaxed your grip, panicking when he moved your hands from his upper arms to just below his elbow.

“What, no!” You scrambled to get closer to him.

“Babe, you won’t be able to move like that. Come on. Nothing’s gonna happen!”

“Are you sure you’re okay going backwards?” you asked. Of course, you were hoping he’d say ‘no’ and you could go back inside.

“Sweetcheeks, I’ve been doing this at least twice a week since I was six. If there was a way to skate sideways, I’d be okay doing that.” So, there was really no way around this, then? He really wasn’t going to let you off the hook?

“You said you wouldn’t let me fall!” you said, shoving Mike’s shoulder and pouting up at him. “That hurt!”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Mike mumbled. “Are you okay?”

You rubbed your elbow and nodded. “I’ll live. But I’m fucking cold.”

“Yeah, when you do it right, this is exercise...” Mike said with a grin. “Sweetcheeks, that was just a joke! Come here, please?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“I’m sorry I’m so bad at this,” you muttered. “I know you love it, I just...”

“Babe, babe, babe, stop.” He put a hand over your mouth. “It’s okay! I thought this would be fun but... I’m clearly not a very good teacher.”

“That’s not true! I’ve seen you coach the little ones! You’re great with them!” You trailed your fingers over his cheek. He didn’t wince at the cool wetness of your glove. “That said, I really don’t think this is my scene.”

“Alright, let’s get you off the ice and in front of the fireplace,” he said, laughing. “Don’t move.”

You stayed still while he got up, and then he pulled you off the freezing surface you were still sitting on.

“My leggings are soaked,” you noted, shivering as Mike pulled you along to the edge of the lake.

“I really didn’t expect you to fall this much, babe,” he chuckled.

“We can’t all be hockey superstars, jerk,” you retorted.

“No, but most people can at least stand upright on skates!”

“I’ll stand upright in the shower, thanks,” you grumbled, “and you are not invited.” Of course, that would have had more impact if you hadn’t encountered the edge of the lake at that precise moment, causing you to lose balance and tumble face-first into the snow.

“Sorry Sweetcheeks,” Mike said, in between fits of hysterical laughter, “but that was... You looked...” He pressed his hands to his side — a well-deserved side stitch if you ever saw one! He didn’t lose his balance for a second. Jackass.

You furiously pulled the laces on the skates but they wouldn’t come off. Why wouldn’t they come off? A cry of frustration escaped you before you could help it, and... Was that a tear? Great.

“Sweetcheeks, are you cr—”

“Only out of frustration,” you snapped before he could ask. “Nothing to do with you.”

Mike helped you up and helped you walk to the rock he’d cleaned off for you when you had arrived. It wasn’t as wet as the pile of snow he’d plucked you out of, but it certainly wasn’t any warmer.

You stayed still while he took your skates off, successfully avoiding any accidents, and watched impatiently while he traded his own skates for his shoes again.

“Can you at least try to hurry?” you said, no longer able to keep your teeth from chattering.

The hot water of the shower was an absolute godsend. You’d stuck to your threat to not invite Mike. He’d have to think of another way to keep you warm — and he would. You already knew what you’d be walking into; you could already feel his hands on your hips, his face buried in your neck, exploring every inch of your skin, eager hands scrambling to grab as much boob as he could manage — arguably not your favorite part but he was cute, so you’d forgive him — and then finally...

You forced yourself out of the shower before you got to the kind of stuff you’d rather have Mike do, and dried off. As you looked around the room, you noticed a jersey hanging from the back of his desk chair. After a quick inspection — it smelled mostly clean — you put it on before making your way downstairs.

A nice fire was waiting for you there, complete with a content-looking, shirtless Mike — admittedly your favorite flavor of Mikey — lounging in front of the fireplace. “Hey, come here, it’s nice and wa—” He stopped talking mid-sentence when he finally looked up at you. “Is that my... Baaaaaaabe... You took my jersey!”

“I did,” you said. “Want it back?”

You watched him shake his head, while he dug deep to find the ability to speak. He still hadn’t managed by the time he rolled over, scrambled to his knees and crawled over to you, grasping the hem of the jersey and pressing his lips to the inside of your knee. And then, finally: “Hot. So fucking hot.” It cost him to speak, even those four little words.

His lips moved up the inside of your leg at a glacial pace — atypical for Mike, to say the least. When he made it about halfway, he seemed suddenly plagued by an epiphany: “You’re not wearing anything else, are you?”

Blue puppy eyes widened even further when you slowly shook your head, and Mike sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down with force. A strangled moan stumbled out of his mouth, and you knew what you’d find if you could see the front of his sweatpants right now.

Then, he was up, slinging you over his shoulder in less than one second, and at least somewhat carefully putting you down again in the nest of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace. His lips found your neck — and so did his tongue and his teeth, his sloppy kiss causing you to arch your back off the ground, arms desperate to grab as much of him as possible. He had other plans, though.

He sat up on his knees between your legs and looked down on you as he planned his next move. Except Mike couldn’t plan. Like, at all... So you let your knees fall to the side and pulled the jersey up so it wasn’t covering you. It was enough to throw him off his game.

He shrugged in a ‘yeah, I could eat’ kind of way and dove face-first between your legs, wasting no time whatsoever. No teasing, no slow start, nothing. Just his eager mouth on your pussy, tongue flat against your clit — just the way you liked it — settling into an easy rhythm that would definitely get you where you needed to be.

A focused, goal-oriented Mikey was a rare sight to behold. In fact, you’d go as far as to say there were two possible scenarios in which he came out to play; on the ice, and between your legs doing exactly what he was doing now. The discussion of the subject had gone about as Mikey-esque as possible. According to him, if he lost focus in these situations, someone would get hurt — you personally felt there was some kind of a difference between a cramped jaw and a shattered kneecap or other serious injuries, but he didn’t see it that way. Not that you were going to complain about it, because focused, goal-oriented Mike got the job done. Quickly.

He moaned — a sexy, sweet little sound — when you grabbed his head, weaving your fingers into his dark curls before clenching them into a tight fist. It wasn’t that he needed the guidance as much as you needed something to hold on to...

“Fuck, Mikey...” He had you on the edge already, but you knew better than to tell him you were close. Any time you’d tried that, it had fried something in his brain and all consistency in his technique had disappeared like snow in July. Not good. So, you’d learned to keep your mouth shut so he could keep that gentle, diligent rhythm intact, until... “Oh god, yes!”

Every muscle in your body tensed and you screwed your eyes shut as he pushed you over the edge. You barely noticed the satisfied little hum that came from him — standard procedure, and nothing compared to the other signs of his elevated sense of self-importance. In other words; the least unbearable part of the cocky attitude that bubbled up whenever you came on his tongue.

You groaned when he threw himself on top of you, probably sort of accidentally crushing you with his full weight, but you forgave him when he kissed you silly, giving you plenty of opportunity to taste yourself on his tongue before he moved on to delivering sloppy kisses to your neck.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, grabbing your wrists as you reached for the hem of the jersey. “That stays on. Get on your knees and turn around.”

“Do you have—”

“No, I don’t. I need to feel you,” he whined — you almost felt bad for him.

“Mikey...” you warned. If you went there with him, there was no way you were ever turning back.

“Baaaaabe,” he whined again. God, those eyes were killing you. “You know you’re it for me, right? Fuck, you’re wearing my name, my number... You had to know that would drive me at least a little nuts, right? Please, please, please, pretty, pretty please, let me... Just... Please?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, grinding his hips against you.

You’d seen him needy and desperate — of course you had! If you kissed this man’s neck twice at a party and whispered a single even remotely sexual thing in his ear, he’d already be begging to let him take you home. This, however, was next level...

His mouth stopped begging, but his eyes definitely didn’t, and the brutally possessive grasp on your hips didn’t relax either. He wasn’t going to quit until he got what he wanted, that much was obvious. That left only one question: were you going to give it to him?

“Sweetcheeks, I’m not kidding,” he muttered after a few moments. “Come on... Face down, ass up—” You clamped a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence, and as you did so, you realized something.

“You don’t seriously want me from behind because you can look at... Oh my god, that’s why you don’t want me to take this damn jersey off, isn’t it?” ‘Vaguely indignant’ would be an accurate description of your tone. Maybe more than ‘vaguely’.

“Ehhhh...” The sound of a man who had been well and truly fucking busted. “Okay so, out of all the times I’ve looked at you and thought ‘woohoo, she’s mine!’, right now you’re so, so, so the mine-est... My name. My number. My sweet, perfect, wet little pussy. Okay? Mine.” He dragged you down to the floor, where he latched his mouth onto your neck again, this time with so much tongue that you begged him to stop. “Only if you let me fuck my pretty girl from behind!”

“That’s blackmail!” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yup! Now surrender!” He grabbed your boob with one hand and tickled your side with the other before reaching between your legs. “Come on, you’re soaking wet and I know you need me as much as I need you, so... Let me bone you already!”

“I have one demand!” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. No one could make you laugh like your professional idiot.

“Hey, we’re negotiating! That’s progress!” he teased, pinching your nipple through the fabric of the jersey.

“I get to be on top, first,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at Mike, who didn’t see, because he had his face buried in your neck.

“Deal!” He snapped his head up, almost head-butting you in the nose. “Sorry! But yeah, deal, deal, deal! Fucking deal!” He scrambled to his knees and got comfortable in front of the couch, leaning his back against it and reaching his arms out towards you. “Here! Get over here, now!”

You crawled towards him, slowly, giving him your best fuck-me eyes as you let your hands slide up his legs — agonizingly slowly, of course — and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. “You want me, baby?”

The sweetest whimpers escaped him when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, but they turned into pitiful whines when you leaned forward. “No, I don’t want you to suck my cock!” Words you thought you’d never hear from this guy... “I need you to turn around and fucking sit. On. It.”

“Beg for it one more time, baby, please?” you asked sweetly. “You’re so cute when you beg for my pussy.”

“My pussy,” he teased. “Please, please, please, please, please come here and ride me.”

You paused for a moment, locking eyes with him, taunting him as you decided whether or not that was good enough, and quickly coming to the conclusion that he hadn’t been wrong when he said you needed him, too. So, you turned around, revelling in the sounds of eager anticipation from Mike as you moved to where he wanted you. Seconds later, you felt his tip at your entrance, and you knew the time for teasing was over.

“Fuck,” he said, twice, three times... You lost count, what with being a little too busy relishing the feeling of his skin on yours for the first time since you’d met him.

“Good?” Stupid question...

“You’re killing me, Sweetcheeks,” he moaned, clenching his fists tightly around the bunched up fabric of the jersey at your hips.

You moved slowly, knowing he would go absolutely crazy over it, and it wasn’t long before he was begging you for more. As far as you were concerned, he could forget about that, but he had other plans. He pushed you forward and quickly wormed his way out from under you, getting on his knees behind you, hurrying to get back inside.

“Can’t do this, Sweetcheeks,” he huffed, adorably out of breath. “Show up like this and then tease me. It’s not fair. Bad girl!” He playfully smacked your ass.

“Don’t act like you hate it,” you said as you reached for a pillow — playtime was over, and you were going to need one to scream in.

Lo and behold, he didn’t even pretend to hold back on the first thrust, much less any of the ones that followed, and you were left crying and moaning into that pillow as he railed you into the next century. You could tell from his breathing and his soft swearing that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Babe, can I— oh fuck...” This idiot. The answer would have been ‘yes’, but still... “Please tell me I’m not gonna be a dad...”

“I figured it would be better to see if you’d grow up first,” you laughed as he pulled out and lay down next to you with a hopelessly adorable concerned look on his face. Slowly, a smile broke through as you assured him it was okay.

You snuggled into his side, and he pulled a blanket over the both of you. “Hey, Sweetcheeks,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sighed.

He pulled on the jersey to get you as close to him as possible. “And you’re so totally wearing this to my next game.”

[sillyrabbit81]

Awwwww Thats so sweet!

@nashibirne you might like this Mikey fic ❤️

Not what you think

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A/N: Lately, I've been in a sour mood - apparently - and I got into a nasty habit to continuously hurt my boys. Then, @geralts-yenn sent me this fun little prompt - and it just had to be Mike because I've been putting that boy through it, lately, holy shit. So here! Have some more (even more) Mikey fluff...

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (Specifically German!reader, I guess)

Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

Word count: 656

Warnings: None. A little angst. Some German...

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

You looked at him, tears in your eyes. Your entire vacation together hinged on what was going to come out of Mike’s mouth in response to the question you were terrified to ask. In fact, you had been scared to death to even breach the subject for weeks now, but you knew you had to. If he was the lying, cheating bastard you thought he was, he could forget about coming with you on your trip to visit your family. And he could forget about your fantastic home cooking and your fabulous ass. And about you in general. In fact... He could fuck all the way off and never return.  

“What the fuck is going on with you, Mike? You haven’t been yourself lately. And the sneaking around... Are you cheating on me?” Fuck. Too many words... And did you have to sound so desperate? What happened to 'staying strong' and ‘getting to the bottom of this’ and several other girlboss power phrases your friends had thrown at you when you had discussed the situation.  

“No,” Mike said, his voice lacking any emotion. “How can you even think that?”  

Guilt hit you right in the gut. Hard. How could you? Mike would never do that... Would he? You had your reasons to be suspicious... Exhibit A: he had been very distant lately. Exhibit B: regular, unexplained cash withdrawals. Exhibit C: for weeks now, he had been feeding you bullshit about working late, when you knew for a fact that he hadn’t been working any of the nights he said he had been. What the fuck else were you supposed to think? 

“Alright,” Mike said after listening to you ramble on and on about your proof that he had been up to something shady, “I see how that looks bad, and I didn’t think this all the way through... You obviously weren’t supposed to find out and...” 

“Mike!” you yelled, grabbing a pillow off the couch and lobbing it at his stupid head. “Why the fuck does it matter that I wasn’t supposed to find out? What the fuck are you doing, Mike, if you’re not two-timing me with some skank from god knows where? Which, by the way, I’m still not convinced you aren’t!”  

“Babe,” he said, while trying to wrap you up in a hug. No way you were going to let him, so you took a swing at his arms each time they came closer. Eventually, he caught your hands. “Babe, listen. Babe! Ehh… Es ist nicht was du denkst.” 

You looked at him in disbelief for a few moments. “Come again?” 

“It’s not what you think,” he said hastily, eyes on the floor. Yeah, that’s what you thought he’d said. But… Had he been speaking German? That was impossible. Mike didn’t speak German. “I’ve been taking German classes a few nights a week. I… For when we visit your family this summer. I wanted to surprise you.” 

“Can you say that in German?” you blurted out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, never happier about having been wrong than you were right now.  

“Hm? Dass ich dich überraschen wollte?” He seemed hesitant, clearly not comfortable speaking your native language, but it was the sweetest thing ever. And he wasn’t half bad, either. He had the cutest American accent. (= 'that I wanted to surprise you?')

“Well, it worked,” you laughed before kissing him. “Sorry I ever doubted you.” 

“Nah,” he shrugged, “I can see that it looked real fishy…” 

“All of this because we will be visiting my family? My parents are going to love this!” you said. “You won’t be able to understand my grandmother, either way.”  

“Not just because we’re visiting your family,” he admitted. As he said it, he sounded so guilty that you almost instantly panicked again. The only thing that kept you from spiraling was the tight hug he gave you. “Ich wollte dich eigentlich auch noch fragen, ob du mich heiraten willst.”  (= I actually also wanted to ask you if you want to marry me.')

[sillyrabbit81]

Awww… I’d be prepared to give him pointers and encouragement.

Closer

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Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: Mike makes good on a promise to take you somewhere nice for the weekend.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Fluff, some cheesy lines, the story behind that kiss people were curious about, a back rub, nudity... I don't think I have to tag anything 18+ yet.... hm...

A/N: Well... I'd say I'm sorry but I'd be lying... (But we're getting there, I promise.)

If you like this fic, please let me know 🥰 and reblog so that others may see it too! <3

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @mayloma @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @summersong69 @peyton-warren @livisss @ylva-syverson @sweetandgentlecreature

“So,” Mike continues his story as he pours the last of the bottle of wine you’d shared over dinner, “my mom tried to throw a chair at his head when she found out, but it turned out to be a really heavy chair she couldn’t lift, so that plan went down the drain real fast… In the end, she just kicked him out and had the locks changed the same night.”

“Wait, so your dad had several side pieces and your mom still stayed with him?” you ask in disbelief, stressing that if Mike tried to pull that shit on you, you’d at least castrate him. “And I’d find a lighter chair to throw.”

First, he laughs, but then his face turns serious again: “She didn’t stay with him. They were actually divorced for nearly ten years.”

“And they got back together?”

Mike nods. “Yeah – which mom didn’t tell me about, so I just about strangled dad when I saw him in the kitchen somewhere halfway through my second year of college… I’m still not completely used to living with the guy again.”

“So your mom kissing Sy was… when they were still split up?”

“Yeah…” It’s immediately obvious that Mike doesn’t really like to talk about this. “There was this guy, Dave, she was with him for a while. He tried really hard to be my dad, which I didn’t like, so I was glad to see him go. I had just started college when he broke it off, and it left my mom in a bad place, because things had been getting serious and whatnot.” Mike sighs as he remembers the story. “Then one night she’s been drinking and Sy shows up because he’d promised her to take a look at her car or some shit… She kissed him. And then me, Will and Evan walked in on that.”

“I can’t even imagine what the worst part of that must have been,” you say as you stare at Mike wide-eyed.

“Oh, that’s easy!” he says immediately. “The worst was by far the fact that Will and Evan – for the next six months – wouldn’t shut up about Sy becoming my new step daddy.” The way he says it is so amusing that you almost spit your wine over the table.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing,” you say.

“No, that’s pretty much the only thing that works,” he laughs. “We still joke about it. I don’t always appreciate it, but… My dad was even worse about it than I was, he couldn’t look at Sy for a while after he heard about what had happened. They’re cool now though.”

Mike downs the last of his wine right when you take your last sip, and as soon as you put your empty glasses on the table, the atmosphere in the room changes. You look at Mike, and he stares back at you, but neither of you says anything.

Finally, Mike breaks the silence: “I’m, eh… I’m going to take a shower. You can hang on the couch while I’m gone, if you want…”

“Mike,” you say, one eyebrow raised. He looks up at you and hums. “I’m going to wait for you in bed.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush anything…” Oh for fuck’s sake! You cut him off immediately.

“Mike! We’ve been trying to hook up for nearly two months now! We’re a solid six weeks past rushing anything.” You get up and walk over to him. As soon as you’re standing behind his chair, you throw your arms around his neck and bend down to put your head on his shoulder. “I can’t wait any longer.” Mike shivers and swallows hard when you put your lips on his neck. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with me right now?”

“Eh…” He looks embarrassed when he speaks again. “I really need that shower…” Oh? Oh. Right. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this for weeks.

Your heart flutters when you hear the water turn off, and it doesn’t take Mike long to appear in the doorway. He’s wearing those goddamn grey sweatpants from that thirst trap with the turtles – and the legion of shameless pics after that. It’s annoying how good he looks in those sweats.

The night of the campfire had already shown you his hair gets adorably curly when wet, but it somehow looks even better today. You swallow hard when he walks towards the bed and climbs in. With a remote you hadn’t noticed, he turns off the big ceiling light of the room, and strings of fairy lights come on that are wrapped around the posts of the bed.

“Safer than candles,” Mike says, “ask my mom how they came to that conclusion.”

“I don’t want to talk or think about your parents right now, Mike,” you laugh. “Had a nice shower?”

“Very,” he says with a big grin on his face, “did you enjoy yourself in the meantime?” The real answer is ‘no’, but you’re not going to tell him that. Every second he spent in that shower, you spent getting worked up over whatever is going to happen now that he’s out of the shower – which means you’re both horny and terrified right now. What if those past weeks have sent your expectations soaring, and everything is going to be a major disappointment?

With great difficulty, you push away those thoughts, taking a deep breath before leaning over to kiss Mike. Unfortunately, he’s already picked up on your nerves.

“You look a little tense, baby,” he mutters after giving you a small peck on your lips. Something in his tone tells you that he knows just the thing to get you to relax. He reaches for the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a bottle you can’t read the label of. “Turn around, lose the top,” he commands. Shit.

“Eh…” You had a plan. That plan included a new set of lingerie that cost you half of your last paycheck, and you had planned on actually showing that to him… but not like this. On another note: Why does he have to pick up on your distress immediately?

“Ooooh, what are you wearing underneath those pajamas?” he muses, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pulling you close. Curious hands slip underneath the satiny fabric of your babydoll, exploring the lace of the one-piece you have on. “Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see, lemme see…”

“Mikey!” you shriek when he pulls you down onto the mattress and practically rips your pajamas off your body.

“This is very nice, Sweetcheeks,” he says when he’s finally looking at you in the black body you’d picked out for the occasion. He’s trying really hard not to let you know how impatient he is to get you out of it, but he fails miserably, because he’s incredibly impatient to get you out of it.

“All of this is wasted on you, isn’t it?” you ask.

He smiles apologetically. “It’s covering up what I like best about your body,” he pouts. “Boobies shouldn’t be confined to uncomfortable lace and underwire contraptions! They should be free!”

“A big feminist and supporter of the ‘Free the Nipple’-movement, I see,” you tease.

He smirks down at you and shrugs. “Listen, that has nothing to do with this. I like this thing, I appreciate the effort, but I still want to take it off. Is that wrong?”

You shake your head and pull him in for a kiss. “It’s not.”

“I’m happy I got to see it. It looks really good on you, and it’s going to look even better on the floor.”

“Oh! Cheesy cliché, no boobies for Mikey!” you push him off and turn around. Wrong move. His hands are at the back immediately where he undoes the clasp of your underwear and somehow pulls it down seemingly effortlessly, and flings it somewhere.

“I was, like, super disappointed about the ‘no boobies’ thing, but now that I see your ass…” You shriek in surprise when Mike somehow manages to bite your butt.

“Don’t bite me!” The hand you throw back towards where you know his head must be hits Mike right in the forehead.

“Don’t hit me!” he retorts, wrapping his arms around you. He’s on top of you now, you’re both laughing, neither of you is in a comfortable position, you’re naked – he’s not, and the whole situation is silly to the point where it’s almost ridiculous. Mike pretend-attacks your neck, playfully growling and sort of tickling you…

“Unhand me, you deeply unserious man!” you laugh, and Mike stops – it makes you sad, even though it’s exactly what you asked for.

“What kind of an insult is that?” he asks, and you shrug. It wasn’t meant as an insult, per se. Mike rolls off you again and lies down next to you. “Am I ruining the mood?” he asks sincerely.

“Not at all!” you answer. “I like when you’re like this! You’re funny and sweet. And – correct me if I’m wrong – you’re silly like this with your cats, too. And with your friends. With all the people you care about. I like that I’m one of them.”

Mike looks at you as if you just lit a block of ice on fire. “I’ve heard ‘obnoxious’, ‘annoying’, ‘immature’, ‘weird’… all kinds of shit. But never ‘funny and sweet’.”

“Sounds to me like you’ve been dating the wrong girls.” You know for a fact he’s been dating the wrong girls, because until now, none of the girls were, well… you.

“Yeah,” Mike sighs before propping himself up on his elbow. “If I remember correctly, I was on my way to giving you a back rub when you annoyingly put nice lingerie in my way. You still want in on that?”

Would ‘I want you to rub the inside of my pussy with your cock’ be too crude a reply to that? You quickly decide against the answer and just respond to his question with a decisive nod. As impatient as you are to get laid… That back rub does sound nice.

Mike’s hands are absolute magic; they’re big and strong and putting pressure in all the right places. Of course, he’s also relentlessly teasing you with soft touches, trailing his fingers down your spine, making you shiver. Soon, his tongue follows suit, trailing your shoulder, and you’re left wondering… “Don’t you have a mouth full of disgusting massage oil now?”

“Sweetcheeks, puh-lease,” he says, and you can hear the eyeroll in his voice, “I came prepared! This stuff is edible.” Of course it is!

“Can I try it?” Zero style points for your reaction – it’s a little too enthusiastic. As you turn slightly, you feel Mike’s hips grinding into your ass, and for the first time you notice he’s hard. How did he do such a good job at hiding that when he was literally sitting right on top of you?

Without thinking you stick your tongue out when his thumb comes within reach of it, and equally thoughtlessly, you suck it into your mouth, leaving Mike sitting there, wide-eyed and with open mouth, groaning softly as you swirl your tongue around his finger. He was right, the oil is edible. It tastes sweet, fruity… Like mango?

“Fuck, Sweetcheeks,” he moans, “do those skills transfer?” You can’t get mad at that – in fact, you have to try really hard not to laugh. When he pulls his hand back, you’re disappointed – which gets even worse when he turns you back onto your stomach, pressing his lips to your neck and whispers: “I wasn’t done with you.”

He continues where he left off, and just when you’re about ready to melt into the mattress under his touch, he moves down…

“Mike, this is not a back rub anymore,” you laugh when his hands move over your ass, squeezing everywhere they can reach. It still feels nice, but… No, just that. Feels nice, that’s all.

“I never said I was going to stop there.” His voice comes from further down than you think, and then he sinks his teeth into your ass cheek again. You moan loudly as Mike keeps working your lower back and ass. When he eventually moves even lower, to the back of your thighs, you clench your legs together. “Let me touch you,” he moans as he slowly kisses a trail over your ass and up your lower back.

“Are you going to tease me?” you ask softly.

“Relentlessly, I promise,” Mike chuckles while making his way back up. From there, he pays attention to your arms and hands – interesting and very relaxing to the point where…

“Mike, I’m going to doze off if you keep going,” you sigh, when it becomes obvious that your legs are getting the same treatment. Without thinking, you turn around when he sits at the foot of the bed, and he pulls both of your feet into his lap. The backrub was great, but this? “Wow,” you moan – loudly.

Mike takes his time with every part of your body, and you silently curse yourself for teasing him for being impatient. Nothing about him right now is even slightly impatient. Well. One thing about him is impatient… His girlfriend.

Finally – fucking finally – he lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder, placing soft, teasing kisses on your skin, from your ankle all the way to your thigh and then… He makes his way up your stomach and chest, until his lips are on yours again.

“No, Mike, this is unfair, go back down,” you whine in between kisses.

“Eh,” he mutters, “I – eh – I don’t…”

“You don’t what?” you ask. “Go down?” Slightly disappointing, but not a complete disaster, why is he acting so… shy and insecure?

“Yeah,” he sighs. “I’m sorry.” For a moment, you think that’s it, but then he lies down next to you, burying his face in your neck. “Remember the horrible bitch ex? She told me I was no good at it and shouldn’t bother doing it again, and I’ve never… I’m scared to fuck it up now, and also scared to tell anyone, so whenever I got with a girl after that, she thought I was an asshole for not eating her out and… Please don’t think I’m a jerk, please?”

“Mikey,” you say sternly, “I don’t think you’re a jerk. I want to punch that whore in the face, though.” He hums softly when you circle your fingers over his scalp. “If you ever want to try again, I’ll tell you what I like?”

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A/N: @peyton-warren tagged me in that fun little 15-minute challenge, and it turned into a Coffee + Cats drabble, heh... Enjoy!

Pairing: barista!Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Word count: 324

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Mike learned a valuable lesson that night: you date one (1) stripper in college, and your son of a bitch friends will track her down and get you a private dance for your bachelor party. He’d recognise that perfume anywhere. And the feeling of those tits on his face, dammit. He’d spent many an hour between them.

“Destiny,” he starts, but she shushes him.

“It’s Candy, silly,” she giggles. Fuck that shit...

“Des, Des, Des, stop! I meant your real name,” he blurts out, “your real name is Destiny. It’s me, Mikey.”

“Oh shit.” She stops. Thank fuck, she stops. He was already not looking forward to this ‘baby, don’t get mad’ conversation.

“Can you take the stupid blindfold off? Fuck, I’m gonna kill them.” She does as he asks, not that it helps much, because the lighting in the room is so... Interesting that he still doesn’t see much until his eyes get used to it.

“So, Mike,” Des says, “you a vet yet? And do my eyes deceive me or are you getting married?” She pulls up another chair and sits in front of him.

“Yep and yep,” he grins. “Running the practice with mom, and getting married in a week. Not to my mom, obviously... That came out weird, sorry.”

“Can’t believe it! Mike, married before thirty!” She slaps his thigh playfully, amicably, and he laughs. Truth be told, he doesn’t quite believe it, either. “Come on! I want to see the lucky girl!”

He pulls out his phone and turns it to Des. It’s her, with little Mikey and Big Sy and Nova in her lap. “I have hundreds of these, you’re gonna have to stop me,” he laughs. He isn’t even joking.

“She’s pretty,” Des smiles, “loves the cats... Are they... always on top of her like that?”

Mike’s grin widens as he picks up on the suggestive tone in her voice. “Don’t tell anyone, we’re only about eight weeks in...”

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Ice cream, brownies and a hug

Mikey (hellraiser) x reader

summary: just a little drabble for someone who deserves a hug 💕

warnings: mental health issues (depression, anxiety)

word count: 1,3k

A/N: This is really just a little fluff. If you feel like you need a Mikey to feed you and wrap you in your arms, treat yourself!

When you opened the door, there was a huge paper bag floating directly in front of your face. But after the first surprise, you noticed the beautiful hands that were wrapped around the brown paper. You would have recognised them everywhere.

“Mikey?” you asked incredulously. After the fraction of a second that had you seriously happy that he was standing at your porch, you realized the state you were in. And we’re not even talking about the mess that your mental state was. It was your physical appearance that made you want to be swallowed by the earth immediately. You were wearing some old sweatpants that hung baggy at your hips, and the oversized shirt you had been wearing the last three days and nights had food stains all over it. And of course you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra or comb your hair in days. 

So you just stood there with your mouth agape.

Some dark curls and a pair of piercing blue eyes appeared above the bag. “Will you let me in, sweetcheeks? Or do I have to wait until the ice cream is dripping on my shoes?” Mikey lowered the bag and presented his cheekiest smile.

“How’d you know where I live?” you asked him, still not processing what was happening. After you had spent days just lying in bed and watching cartoons to silence your brain, you weren’t able to form a clear thought.

“Don’t you remember the day when you spent the whole night in the coffee shop with your laptop studying? I walked you home…"

Right! How could you have forgotten about that night? You had been working way too long on a presentation and when you almost fell asleep over your computer, Mike put a plate with brownies and ice cream on your table, another cup of coffee and then he made you laugh with his silly stories. 

You were his last customer and he insisted on bringing you home safely after closing. 

That night, you almost dared to kiss him. But then the moment went by and he had pulled out of your embrace.

"This won't be ice cream any longer soon, baby cakes!" Mikey pushed the paper bag into your arms and just walked into your small apartment, pulling you out of your memories.

He toed off his shoes and glanced around curiously, just ignoring the fact that you were still standing there like an idiot, not saying a single word.

Finally, you realised you should do something. So you put the bag onto your small table and pulled out two containers of ice cream and a package wrapped in tin foil. You unpacked it and saw he had brought brownies.

"Sorry for not giving you a heads-up that I was coming, but for whatever reason you never gave me your number. When you didn't show up for days, you had me a little worried."

He didn't ask you if you were okay. And it would have been ridiculous because it was well obvious that you weren't.

You looked down on you, taking in once more how awful you looked right now. 

"Thank you for checking in on me." Your voice sounded hoarse and shaky. "Just serve yourself, please! I need to change into something more presentable." 

"I don't mind." Mike told you with the sweetest smile you could imagine. "I think you're cute like this." 

He moved closer to you, but before he could reach out for your shoulder, you quickly ran over to your bathroom door.

"Just give me a minute, okay?" you asked him and shut the door behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest. What the hell was he doing here? And what should you do now?

Having him here with you, in your home, was something you had been dreaming of for months. But not like this! Not with you right in the middle of a mental breakdown.

But Mikey had made it perfectly clear that he wouldn't let you make him leave. So you gave yourself a fast flannel wash, brushed your teeth and tried your best to tame your hair. 

You looked around for something to change into. There were some clean pajamas, but they consisted of a silky camisole and matching pants. Revealing, but still better than the stained shirt, probably.

When you entered the lounge room again, Mike already sat on your couch, cross-legged, with a huge bowl of ice-cream in his lap. He beamed at you and nodded at the coffee table in front of him. There was a plate with brownies, topped with ice-cream and sprinkles, waiting for you.

Mike patted on the couch next to him.

"Come here, sweetcheeks!" he ordered you. You slowly approached the couch and sat down. The piece of furniture was too small to leave space between the two of you.

Mike put his own bowl back onto the table, took the plate and, you couldn't believe it, he slowly fed you the dessert he had brought. 

"You know, I noticed you were not doing well the last few days. Your eyes, they looked so sad. I should have talked to you earlier. What can I do for you, cupcake?"

You swallowed and took a deep breath. Apparently, Mikey was here to comfort you. And as much strength as it cost you to let him see you like this, you decided to let him. 

"Can you just give me a hug? And maybe watch a movie with me?"

"Sure that!" he said, smiling. He moved another spoonful of ice cream to your lips. And then another one, and another one until the plate was empty. Then he took the dishes and put them into the sink. 

When he came back, he lay back onto the back of the couch and pulled you close to sit between his spread thighs.

He wrapped his arms around you and for the first time in days you felt truly comfortable, cradled in the warmth of Mike's body.  

You never started any movie. You just sat there, Mike was holding you as close to his chest as possible and breathed slowly, silently asking you to follow his pace and relax in his arms. 

And it was working. You felt your muscles slowly loosening their tension. And even more important, your brain stopped rummaging. You felt nothing, except Mikey, all over you.

It could have been hours or just seconds, you couldn't tell. Mikey brushed his fingers over your temple down to your chin and carefully pushed it up, so his eyes could find yours.

"Would you mind if I kissed you?" His voice was almost a whisper.

Instead of an answer, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you. 

Ever so softly, his lips brushed over yours.

[sillyrabbit81]

First, let me say thank you for participating in the game! It made me so happy to see the notification. Also, please add me to your tag list!

Now to the story because it was sooooo good! I was smiling the whole time I was reading it and so many times I was like that is sooooo Mike!

“But you can’t because you’re tied to my bed,” Mike singsongs, still smiling like a fool.

In reality, you only hate it when he jokingly licks your cheek in public.

These two parts were my favourite moments tbh, I mean the smutty parts were great and hot, but these are the parts that will stick out in my mind when I think about this fic.

Thank you again! ❤️

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A/N: In honor of @sillyrabbit81's milestone event. Congratulations on the milestone, hun 🥰 I kinda ended up combining two prompts I got for Mikey, because this accidentally just took a turn in that direction.

You can find the masterlist for the event here! (And my masterlist here)

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Prompt: Playful & Happy + Tied up // Smug & Sadistic + Dirty talk

Summary: There's this thing Mike has always wanted to try...

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering, oral (f receiving), light bondage/ use of restraints, dirty-talk, very very very very very very soft!Dom Mikey.

@geralts-yenn @fvckinghenrycavill @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @peaches1958 @keanureevesisbae I know I should be getting you guys 179CS's NYE, FixU23, UO3 and a whole bunch of other stuff... But I got distracted and just... have this little Mikey-drabble, instead.

The sentence ‘please, babe, I’ve always wanted to try it’ and a pair of bright blue puppy eyes. Apparently, that is all it takes for you to agree to let your boyfriend tie you to his bed. You’ve never realized just how big a fan you are of hiding until right this second, when Mike finishes tying your ankle to his bedframe and looks at you. The look of curiosity and excitement in his eyes is so incredibly endearing that you almost forget to ask him in all honesty how he got the restraints he used on you if he’s never done this before.

“Eighteenth birthday,” he says. As it turns out, his friends thought it would be really funny to have him unpack a bunch of silly gifts in front of his parents, but they forgot to take into account the ‘Mike factor’ – his words, not yours. You feel they should have known better than to think the gifts would embarrass him, though. Like… You’re talking about the guy who took you to his parents’ place for the holidays, and when his mom walked in on you two getting it on, he just looked her dead in the eye and said: “And this is why it’s a good idea to knock before stomping into your son’s room.” You were mortified, of course.  

“Are you okay?” He asks as you’re on your way back from pushing that memory all the way down, because it sure as hell isn’t something you can use right now. You nod in reply to his question. You’re really just a little nervous, even though you know you can trust him. Mike straddles your hips, and you immediately try to raise your hands to touch him. Mike is grinning at you from above like an absolute idiot, which means you won’t be able to hold that scowl a lot longer. You can already feel the smile break through on your serious face.

“Don’t laugh at me, Mike.” You pout as you say it. “I just want to touch you.”

“But you can’t because you’re tied to my bed,” Mike singsongs, still smiling like a fool.

“You haven’t thought about what you’re going to do with me at all, have you?” You already know the answer; Mike is not a ‘planning’ kind of guy.

“I didn’t have to think about that,” he says. You don’t like the sound of that, if you’re being perfectly honest. “I can think about it now.” His kiss is soft, slow, and over as soon as you started to really enjoy it.

“I can do anything I want with you,” he continues as he kisses along your jaw to your ear, and down into your neck. Every time he comes across a spot that makes you gasp, he makes a point of lingering on it. Sucking, nibbling… And then he stops and sits up again.

“Or I can do absolutely nothing and just leave you laying here for a few hours.” For a moment, he tries very hard to look as if he’s actually considering it. “Nah, that would be a waste. I can hug you.” He wraps his arms around you as he says it, and just holds onto you like some sort of giant koala for a minute. You sigh, which is the only thing you can do to keep yourself from laughing.

He moves away to sit between your legs, still putting on a face like he’s thinking long and hard about all the possibilities. And maybe he actually is, who can tell.

“I could give you lots of kisses?” He falls forward, catching himself just in time before crushing you, and continues the path he was making down your neck. “Or I could lick you everywhere. I know you hate it when I lick you.”

“I don’t always hate it,” you say innocently. In reality, you only hate it when he jokingly licks your cheek in public. Or when he randomly licks kinda unusual spots on your body. Like your shoulder, completely out of nowhere?

Mike seems to completely ignore what you just said, and continues his musing about all the things he could do to you: “I could finally spend a decent amount of time with my favorite titties.”

Of course, he immediately comes into action on this one. He’s meticulous in his treatment, making sure to lick, suck and nibble on every inch of skin that can reasonably be considered part of your boobs, until way past the point where you’d normally be begging him to move further south. And by ‘begging him’ you mean ‘physically shoving him further down your body’. Which you can’t do now, because you’re tied to his fucking bed. No, today, your only option is to actually beg him, crying out as his tongue slowly draws the millionth circle around your swollen and sensitive nipple, and his fingers softly pinch the other.

“What? You want me to keep doing this? Ok!” You protest loudly, the noises that come out of your mouth are more sob than moan at this point, and you squirm, straining against the silky ties around your wrists and ankles.

“Mike, please, for fuck’s sake!” you cry out. “Please eat me out!” Apparently, begging works on him, because he makes his way down your body, dragging his tongue over your skin as he does – much to your dismay. At least Mike seems to be having the time of his life, so you’ll forgive the licking. This time.

“Whoa!” Mike sounds very surprised when he reaches his destination and runs his fingers through your folds. “You are super fucking wet, baby.”

“Ehh…” You can’t speak, you’re searching every remote corner of your brain for an excuse. Of course you don’t find one, because the only explanation you have for it is that, yeah, you’re absolutely turned on by what Mike is doing to you.

“You like this, don’t you?” Mike asks. He bites his lip, and looks up at you as he slips two fingers into your pussy. From the way he asks, you can tell he’s clearly expecting an answer, but you lose the ability to speak as soon as he curls his fingers inside you and finds just the right spot. The only thing you can do is whimper.

“See, baby, I don’t need your instructions,” he says as he moves his fingers exactly the way you want him to. His tongue hits your clit just the right way, and for a moment, you squirm and squeal – and then he disappears. Both his mouth and his hands leave you, and he leans over you again.

“Alright, baby, here’s what’s gonna happen.” Oh. Oh. That smug grin he’s flashing at you makes you weak, sends shivers down your spine in a way he’s never done before. It’s good to know that Mike gets cocky when he’s in charge, and that you like it. A lot.

“I’m gonna eat your sweet little pussy, and I’m gonna make you cum so hard you won’t even remember your own name, just mine.” You listen closely, failing every attempt to swallow down the lump in your throat. Part of you wants to yell at him to get to it, instead of talking all that talk, but you’re fairly sure you won’t be getting anything if you try that. You also know there’s a ‘but’ coming…

“However…” Yeah, that’s the same as ‘but’. “If you try to get involved in this, in any way – and I’m serious; One hint, one piece of advice, even a ‘right there’ – I’ll gag you. Are we clear?” Your cheeks are burning as you look down at those messy curls and the quirked eyebrow and the panty-dropping smirk between your legs that only widens when you finally speak: “Yes, Sir.”

[sillyrabbit81]

This was lovely and comforting. I hope you're having a better time now.

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A/N: I'm struggling, and I need a fucking hug. So I wrote this. It's probably fucking terrible but I need a fictional surrogate boyfriend to shower me with affection right now, because the real one is halfway across the country. Okay. Exquisitely self-indulgent hurt/comfort with tooth-rotting fluff.

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (you)

Summary: You're feeling like shit, and Mike helps you feel less like shit. That's it. That's the plot.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort. Depression/ anxiety/ general really bad fucking day having reader, suicidal thoughts/ intrusive thoughts. I mention a boner once.

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“Babe I’m having a really shit day, okay?” You hate doing this. Cancelling plans last-minute is the worst under normal circumstances, but you really wanted to see this movie tonight with Mike. “You can go by yourself, it’s fine. Or take someone else. I’m just going to bed.”

“Alright, babe. Text me when you wake up, okay?” He’s so sweet. You really don’t deserve him. Then again, you don’t deserve anything. Yeah, to lay in bed, completely work out from doing nothing, unable to move (because why the fuck not?) and hungry because you haven’t eaten all day – that involves moving, and as previously established: you can’t. Plus, even if you weren’t tired and glued to your bed, he’d probably have a better time hanging out with someone who isn’t depressed and horrible. And that rules you out.

You’re on the verge of falling asleep. Actually, you’ve been on the verge of falling asleep for weeks. It just doesn’t happen. So, like all those other times you wished there was a poison apple or cursed spinning wheel nearby, you just lay in bed with your eyes closed, curled up into a ball and trying to ignore the crushing weight of your overflowing to do list and the guilt over bailing on your boyfriend. It’s probably only a matter of time before he runs off with someone cuter, thinner, and more alive than you, anyway.

The door opens. The noise doesn’t make you turn around. In fact, absolutely nothing would make you turn around. Keanu Reeves in your doorway wouldn’t make you respond at this point, and Lord knows that’s saying something. You’re just done.

Whoever it is that’s in your doorway and likely isn’t Keanu Reeves, walks into your room. Honestly, if this is a murderer, good. No one would complain. It’s probably just your roommate, though. Massive disappointment.

“Sadie, just go please,” you sigh as you pull the comforter tighter around your shoulders. The unidentified intruder reaches your bed, and a bag drops to the floor with a loud thud and the suspicious crinkling and cracking of... Food wrappers? You freeze when this person sits on your bed – but they don’t stop there; they actually get into bed with you, which means it’s definitely not your roommate. This still doesn’t make you move, and you almost laugh at how completely fucked up a reaction that is.

“Guess again.” Mikey. It’s Mikey. You hadn’t even considered that possibility. How on Earth did you consider ‘murderer’ before ‘boyfriend’? But why is he here? He’s supposed to go to the movies and have fun, and leave you here until you’re ready to crawl out of this ditch of horribleness. You don’t want him here with you.

“Why aren’t you at the movies?” You ask timidly. He’s wrapping his arms around you and you’re resisting that, trying to think of the best and quickest way to send him packing. “Mikey, please leave. I need to be alone.”

“No.” What? What, ‘no’? “You want to be alone.”

“Yeah, same diff. Leave me alone, Mike. I want you to fuck off and go see the movie without me, and you just leave me here. Okay?” This fucking hurts. You don’t want to shut him out, but you can’t help it right now. Nothing feels right, you’re a mess, and no one needs to see you like this.

“No. Not okay. I’m not leaving.” He sounds angry. Annoyed, at least. And he’s right to be angry. You’re being horrible to him when he’s just trying to be nice. But you don’t want him trying to be nice to you right now. He’s probably only offering to stay because he feels he has to, or some shit.

“But you really want to see that movie.”

“Yeah, Sweetcheeks, I do. I really want to see that movie.” He sighs impatiently. “With you. I’m not watching it without you, so drop it. If we can’t go today, we’ll wait until we can. And if it’s not in theatres anymore by that time, we’ll rent it, or stream it or whatever, but I’m not watching that movie if you’re not next to me. Now stop being stubborn and let me hold you.”

There are tears in your eyes now, because of his little speech, and you’ve actually turned around in his – very persistent – arms.

“Hi, Sweetcheeks,” he says as he smiles down at you. “I’m happy to see your face.” As hard as it is for you to believe that, you can see in his eyes that he’s not lying.

Mike bends his head to kiss you, but you stop him.

“Baby,” he whines, but you shake your head.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth in days,” you admit. Heat surges through your cheeks, and it feels as if someone is sticking a million needles in them. The severely lacking ability to take care of yourself is one of your least favorite parts of this whole depression business. Not that the rest is a walk in the park, but being near Mike in your current gross state is embarrassing and horrible.

“Sweetcheeks, I don’t give a damn.” He kisses you hard, so hard that you are starting to think he’s doing this to make a point. “I’m crazy about you. All of you. And I’m still crazy about you when you’re like this. Although I wish you didn’t feel so shitty.” He moves off the bed again, dragging you to the edge of it as he goes along, where he scoops you up into his arms.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he carries you to the bathroom. Mikey sets you down on the toilet – the only place to comfortably sit in here – and starts to unbutton the flannel pajama shirt you have on.

“I don’t have the ener...” Mike interrupts you with another kiss as he keeps undressing you. He never tries anything, not even when he sees your boobs – although he does grin appreciatively for a second. You let him drag you into the shower, because by now you’ve figured out that resisting him is no use, anyway.

“Can you hold it together for maybe ten minutes until I get back?” He turns on the water, risking the clothes he’s still wearing. You nod.

“Mikey?” He turns around when he hears you call him. “Can you hand me my toothbrush?” Small steps, right?

When he comes back, he strips and joins you in the shower. Standing up was a hassle, so you’re sitting on the floor. He sits down behind you, with his legs on either side, and pulls your back into his chest. Mike helps you wash your hair, and your body, still not trying anything, even though he clearly has a boner from touching you all over. That doesn’t change when he dries you off and helps you into a pair of fresh pajamas.

“How do you feel?” Mike says when he wraps you up into the millionth hug.

“Better,” you say, avoiding his eyes. Yeah, taking a shower helps. It makes you feel better. But you just couldn’t do the thing. Why couldn’t you just do the stupid, silly little thing?

“Good,” Mike says, “let’s get to the rest of the evening.” He takes your hand and drags you back to your room.

“Jesus! Mike! You didn’t have to do that!” There are new sheets on your bed, and your pillows are piled in the corner, together with every stuffed animal you own, and several soft blankets. Ten minutes alone in the shower, and your boyfriend builds you a nest. It’s so sweet that you don’t even allow yourself to be embarrassed that you couldn’t change your sheets yourself.

“I wanted to. Because I wanna spend the whole night with you, watching movies, and cuddling. I brought snacks.” He looks kind of nervous when he says it. “Got you chocolate. Your favorite. But I’ll still go if you want to be alo-” The last syllable disappears into your mouth when you kiss him.

“Thank you, Mikey,” you say, no longer able to keep the tears from falling.

“You’re welcome. You deserve it.”

[sillyrabbit81]

I'm glad you wrote this and got the story out of your head LOL

Ok look, I quite like a ffm threesome, a sub!Mike in that situation is something I had never considered. Maybe its because, while he's hot as hell, he's such a dork 🤣 But I still luff him and love what you did with him in this story. ❤️

Making a mess of Mikey

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

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

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

Word count: 4.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I, eh... I’ve never...”

“Had a threesome before?” you suggest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nice dick,” she comments dryly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sillyrabbit81]

Okay, I frequently don't read summaries or warnings before reading and most of the time it's cool, but this one knocked me for six! So few words but so much emotion there and pain. You showed it beautifully and I may have teared up a little bit 🥲

🧸Mikey

Sunday dinner

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A/N: I feel the need to apologize for this. It was supposed to be a comfort fic, I know, but instead we get a whole lot of angst and not a lot of comfort. We're still in the babybro!Mikey AU, and it maybe helps a little to have read Astraphobia (shameless self promo, I know)

(This was written from a promt from this ask game!)

Characters: Walter Marshall, littlebrother!Mikey

Summary: Walter visits Mike in his dorm after the death of their mother.

Word count: 600

Warnings: Angst. Lots of hurt, very little comfort. Parent death. Whole lot of grief.

“Bear?” I take the fluffy dog Walter is holding out to me. Fucking hell, I haven’t seen this thing in years!

“It… eh… I found him at mom’s place.” Walter swallows hard. ‘Mom’s place’. It sounds so silly now. There is no ‘mom’s place’ anymore. There is no ‘mom’. “Thought you might… I don’t fucking know, man.”

“Come in.” I step aside to let him past me. There’s not a lot of room to move, it’s a dorm room after all. He takes my desk chair, I fall back onto my bed, crushing Bear against my chest. It’s obvious we’re both going to cry at some point. Now, it’s just a matter of who goes first. Won’t be me. Can’t be me. Fuck. It’s me.

I didn’t sleep at all for two nights, then I cried myself to sleep the next two. Suffice to say, I’m not in a good place right now. My whole afternoon was lost to thinking about how I’d keep myself from spiraling tonight. Because tonight is Sunday night – and on Sundays, I always went home to have dinner with my mom. And now I can’t do that, because mom. is. gone.

“I can’t believe I bailed on dinner last week,” Walter says. Now that he isn’t at a loss for words, his voice sounds about as hoarse as I imagine mine to be. “Didn’t even have a good excuse. Tired from a long shift, that was it.”

“She called me an hour before she… I hung up on her. Figured I’d call her back after basketball practice.” Obviously I never got the chance. Both of us stay quiet for a very long time. Sometimes one of us cries, sometimes we both do, but we don’t say a word, and neither of us moves. After about an hour, Walter gets up.

“I should probably get going,” he says softly. Somehow, the idea of him leaving hurts me. I’ve already lost my mom… I can’t lose my brother as well.

“Are we just never going to see each other anymore.” My voice is weak – weaker than I’d like it to be. Walter’s hand drops off the door handle.

“Why do you think that?” he asks softly. I can hear his voice breaking halfway through.

“You’re a lot older, and you moved out a while ago. And we only ever saw each other at mom’s place, and now mom’s gone and…” I don’t even know if there are more reasons for me to think that. The fact that we never really got along? Mom swore it was just because there are ten years between us, that things would get better as I got older… I just hope I’m gonna get a chance to find out she was right about that.

Walter looks at me for a second and then wraps me up in a hug. And not the cool, manly, bro kind of hug. No. A massive, brotherly, ‘we’re both fucking hurt’ kind of hug. When I sit back down on my bed, he sits next to me.

“I didn’t want to bring this up yet,” he says, “but I’ve been dealing with some of the legal stuff…” I’m about to get angry when he assures me he hasn’t been making any decisions without me.

“I don’t want to sell the house,” he says, explaining that she left it to us, I get a say in things, but he’d really like to move back there.

“On one condition,” I say hoarsely. “We have dinner together on Sundays.”