#hellraiser mike x reader

[deandoesthingstome]

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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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

It's 3am, We're Both Wasted And For Whatever Reason, You Think Now Is The Perfect Moment To Say I Love You For The First Time?

i'm going back to my roots: randomly posting whatever unashamedly. so have a drunk mike x reader drabble. not edited, we die like men. the title is too long too but. who cares.

also, disclaimer, no i have not watched hellraiser and i very much definitely won't. i hate horror movies. so if the characterisation seems off to you, that's because all my knowledge about him comes from a) one too many edits i've consumed and b) my imagination. deal with that or fuck off lol

(this gif is adorable i cannot)

It's late as you stumble through your doorway. It's too late, in fact, to even be stumbling through your doorway. You're making noise - too much noise, you know that - for sneaking around at 3am. But you're also a bit too drunk to notice.

Too drunk on alcohol.... and too drunk on the feeling of Mike's strong arms wrapped around you.

"You smell good", he mutters into your hair and pulls you even closer into him. You can't hold back a laugh.

"Shhh", you caution, fumbling your key from the lock and pushing the door close again. You wince at the horribly loud sound it makes. Mike buries his nose even deeper into your hair and inhales again.

"Shit, you smell so good, Sweetcheeks."

He's so loud, so loud in comparison to the silence all around you. And he's so warm. And so big...

"Be quiet", you warn, even as your hands begin to run along his. You just can't help yourself, not when he's so close, when he's holding you so tightly to him, like he couldn't bear if you left him.

"But I want to be loud with you", Mike mutters, his nose brushing your hair from your neck, tickling your skin. God, he's so drunk. And so tall.

"But you'll wake up my parents", you whine. "And we still have to get upstairs."

Mike groans into your neck.

"Can't we just crash on the couch?", he asks and then his lips touch your skin and you quite literally melt into his arms. Your keys clang to the floor.

"Fuck", you curse, but Mike's arms only tighten around you and he presses another kiss onto your neck. You forget about the keys almost instantly as a shiver runs down your spine. You need to squeeze your eyes shut for your brain to process thoughts at all.

"No", you say then, "We cannot crash on the couch. My parents will wake us up at six."

Mike groans again, then pulls back from you. Your hands slip from his and you stumble for a second before catching yourself and turning around to him.

"So upstairs", Mike says and in the dark of the room, you need a moment until your hand brushes against his again.

"Upstairs", you agree quietly.

Mike pulls you close to him again and steers you towards the stairs - entirely unhelpfully, because he's swaying about as much as you are and doesn't know the layout of your home nearly as well as you do. His fingers are clasped around yours and his arm is around your waist and you have to slow him down at least twice before you even take the first step up the stairs, just so you don't crash into something.

The climb is slow, too. Partly because Mike has decided that it's absolutely unacceptable that he can't look at your ass while you walk up the stairs right in front of him, and so has hooked his thumbs into two belt loops and put his palms flat against your ass instead.

You can barely hide a giggle.

"Mikey", you breathe when you get to the top step and can finally turn around to him, his hands falling back to his sides. "Honey."

He's got you in his arms again in the blink of an eye. His arms around your waist, pulling you close, his lips ghosting over yours, his breath warm.

You have to smile.

"Mikey", you repeat. But his lips are just hovering there. Waiting.

He's hardly ever waited this long to kiss you. You think he might've just fallen asleep momentarily. It would be very much him. You wouldn't be all that surprised.

"I love you", he says then. Soberly.

You freeze.

You must've misheard. You must have misheard.

You hadn't said the L-word. Not once. Not until now.

So you'd definitely misheard.

But Mike kisses you softly, for just a moment, his lips barely grazing yours, and he says it again:

"I love you."

Your hands cramp into the front of his shirt. It's too dark to see his expression - to see much of anything, really.

"Mike-", you whisper, because that's about the only thing you can manage to get out at the moment. Then you break off.

What are you doing?

Fucking god, what the hell are you thinking?

He's just told you he loves you. Twice. And all you're doing is standing there, staring into black nothingness and saying his name? No. No, this won't do. So you press yourself against him and your lips onto his, so suddenly that he almost stumbles back a step. He feels so familiar. So warm and so tall and so familiar. You can't believe he's actually real.

"I love you", you mutter, your lips inches from his. "I love you so much, Mike."

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[delicate-moon-princess]

His Favorite "Toy" to Use

Hi, everyone! I want to thank you all for 129 followers!! I can’t believe it. Your support has made me feel so inspired 🥹. I really can’t thank you enough. To celebrate this milestone, I thought I could take a shot at writing a sexy headcanon. Enjoy!

His Favorite “Toy” to Use

Warnings: 18+ smut, use of sex toys and other sex accessories, RPF, p in v, tiny bit of fingering, oral (m and f receiving), deepthroating, bdsm aspects, little bit of daddy kink, pet play, humiliation, anal play, corporal punishment, overstimulation, bodily fluids, mild sense deprivation, temperature play (both hot and cold)- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Any typos are my own!

Henry-Rabbit Vibrator

The toy sits in your underwear drawer. And whenever Henry is in the mood to use it, he walks towards the bed while holding it behind his back. 

His grin gives it away, you already know what’s in his hand. Cheeky man.

You lean back against his chest as he sits up against the headboard. His legs keep yours apart as he holds the toy inside you.

He gets a rush from seeing your expression as your clit and g-spot are simultaneously struck by the vibrations. Occasionally, he moves the toy back and forth to heighten the sensation.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart. Does that feel good? Are you gonna cum for me, hm? You’re so beautiful when you cum.” He murmurs in your ear as you gasp.

He drags orgasm after orgasm out of you, making you gush around the silicon plenty of times. He beams in pride as you make the toy and his hand drip with your fluids. Luckily, he always has the foresight to put a towel down.

More characters under the cut…

August-Spreader Bar

The bar fastened to your ankles holds your legs apart. And as opposed to ropes or cuffs, it gives August the perfect handle to toss you around as he pleases.

Sometimes, he just flips you around to savor the dazed, fucked-out look in your eyes. Your expression feeds the feral animal inside him. You're his little ragdoll.

Other times, he loves to stand you up in front of him. Your legs spread wide, he straps a magic wand (his second favorite toy) to your thigh. The vibrating head is pressed to your clit.

The constant, intense buzzing has you dripping. Tears escape your eyes when your arousal coats your thighs and leaks down onto the carpet. Your toes curl as you sob.

“You’re making a mess on Daddy’s floor, princess. What am I to do with such a messy girl?” He clicks his tongue while shaking his head. You’re in for it now.

Sherlock-His Cane

It’s a muiltool. Used for walking, or a weapon if need be. Sherlock’s cane is also the perfect symbol of his immense power and social status. 

And if you’re being mouthy with him, he won't hesitate to punish you with it. After he’s had enough of your attitude, he makes you strip and crawl naked to the bedroom in front of him. 

That’s when you know better than to disobey him, so you just hang your head and crawl. Whenever you slow down to stall your thrashing, the tip of his cane nudges your ass to urge you forward.

“Keep going, little rabbit. Your punishment awaits. Save your tears, you know a naughty pet gets the cane.” He scolds you. Humiliation is always part of your punishment.

He’s excited by the loud sobs you let out whenever his cane whacks your tender bottom. He only stops when there are welts on your throbbing flesh.

Afterwards, he sits on the edge of the bed with your head in his lap as he strokes your hair. When you're done sobbing against his trousers, he gently cares for your wounds like the good husband he is.

Geralt-Gag

He doesn’t need any fancy toys. Geralt has two hands, a mouth, and a cock to please you. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t take joy in hearing you cry from underneath a gag as he slams into your poor body. And when you’re spending the night at an inn and he doesn't want to draw unwanted attention to the two of you, it helps.

It’s usually just a piece of cloth shoved between your teeth and tied behind your head. The fabric presses down onto your tongue, making you drool and gag whenever you try to whine.

It doesn’t muffle you completely. So when you let out an especially loud moan that can be heard despite the gag, his hand comes up to grip your throat.

“Silence yourself…. Before I shove my cock between your lips and do it for you.” He hisses, squeezing your throat hard enough that you get the idea.

It takes great effort not to sob as he fucks you even harder, keeping his hand on your throat as a warning. With his Witcher stamina, he doesn’t tire till the early hours of the morning. After your pulsating cunt has been fucked and filled by him dozens of times.

Sy-Jewel Butt Plug

Sy always makes sure to prep your tight hole with his fingers and plenty of lube before he slips it inside you. A jewel in the shape of a red heart greets him after your hole closes around the plug.

“What a sweet little pucker you got there, darlin’.” He growls, squeezing your ass in his large hands. He spanks you with a cheeky grin.

He plants a kiss right on the gem. His mouth makes the plug shift inside you, which jarrs you enough to squeal softly.

With a pillow under your hips to keep them elevated, Sy fucks you while you lay on you stomach. His large hands keep your cheeks spread, that way he never loses sight of the red jewel cradled in your hole.

He’ll pull out to cum, coating your ass in his thick seed. It drips onto the plug, marking the shiny treasure between your cheeks as his own.

Walter-Rope

This may or may not come as a surprise, but Walter is really into rope play. In the rare free time he has, he often studies the art of shibari. He’s mastered plenty of knots to trap you in. 

Your arms and legs are hogtied behind your back, which is his favorite position to tie you in. He flips you over onto your front and drags your face to the edge of the bed. He uses your immobility as an opportunity to stand in front of you and fuck your throat.

You're drooling and gagging as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure. He keeps one hand in your hair as he watches your movements closely. Always keeping an eye out for your safe signal.

“I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours, and you're going to thank me for it, little slut. Because you’re nothing but a cum hungry whore. That’s it. Cry for it.” He snarls, loving to see tears slip from your eyes.

Walter is adamant about aftercare, especially after hardcore scenes. He’s quick to untie you and massage your tense muscles. 

He gives you water and lathers your raw flesh with some healing cream. His gentle praising and soft kisses ease you back down to reality.

Clark-Feather Tickler

It’s a tiny bit cheesy, sure. But that's just who Clark is; a traditional man. When he first presented you with the feather, he couldn’t stop blushing and grinning like a fool. You’ve never seen him so excited to try something in the bedroom.

He traces the wispy black feather all along your body. Goosebumps rise on your skin. You gasp when he tickles your nipples, making them perk up.

His mouth encloses over one of the hard buds as he trails the feather down your stomach to your pussy. It ghosts over your slit so delicately it makes you ache. You finally whine and beg him for more. He only continues to tease you. 

It makes you so sensitive and needy. You threaten to use it on him next if he doesn’t indulge you soon. Of course, this only makes him want to do it more.

“Is that a promise, sweetheart?” He raises a brow with a playful smirk.

Napoleon-Blindfold

Napoleon wants everything he does to you to be a surprise. So, he cuts off your sense of sight with a silk blindfold. Sometimes, it’s paired with one of his silk ties holding your hands above your head.

To add to the deprivation of your senses, he even spins sensual music on the record player. He keeps the volume low, but it’s just enough for him to sneak around the room without you hearing him.

You don’t hear or see him reach for the bucket of ice holding the bottle of expensive champagne. Letting an ice cube rest between his lips, he leans down to trace his mouth along your neck.

Breathy gasps escape you as he trails the ice down your form. Along your collarbone, over your nipples and down your stomach. He lets the cube rest in your belly button so he can speak.

“I think this hot little pussy of yours needs a cooling down, don’t you think, darling?” He smirks before he takes the ice back in his mouth. You let out a cry when the ice touches your heated cunt.

He spends the night with his head buried between your legs, lapping up the water from the ice and your sweet nectar. Napoleon is a man of fine tastes, and you’re his favorite meal after all.

Charles-Candle Wax

You’re on your stomach as Charles holds the lit candle above your back. The hot wax drips onto your flesh and the initial burn makes you gasp. You’re reduced to whimpers as it cools and hardens. 

The sensation makes you squirm, your arousal leaking onto the bed. He only chuckles and continues to hover the candle above you. Your body jerks when each drip hits you. Wax coats your shoulders, back and ass before he sets it aside.

His fingers wick away a bit of wax. You moan when his cool fingers soothe the mild burns on your skin. One of his hands comes up to massage the back of your neck as he admires the work he did on your back.

When his fingers dip between your legs, you whine. He hums, spreading your moist lips so he can gaze at your glistening folds. He lets out a moan when he collects some of your wetness on his finger.

“You’re absolutely drenched, darling. Do you enjoy the pain? Oh, indeed you do. What a wanton little thing you are, my love.” He whispers in your ear with a smirk, sinking his finger into your aching hole.  

Mike-Vibrating Cockring

He came across it when he was making a snack run at the drugstore. On top of all the chips and candy he got, he also got the cockring. Mike can be a bit…impulsive.

The band makes him last even longer. It also makes him swell up, adding onto what is already a monstrously sized cock. As you ride him, it feels like you’re being impaled by his size.

With each bounce of your hips, the buzzing drums onto your clit. At times, you just grind to savor the feeling. You toss your head back and moan. 

“Look at my girl work for it. So fuckin’ hot when you ride my dick, baby.” He grins, holding your winding hips.

He’s giddy as he watches you whine and grind on him. He gives your ass a swift smack. Seems like for once his impulsiveness paid off.

A/N: I tried to show all our boys equal lovin’ with 150-200ish words each. And I didn’t include all of Henry’s characters opps. Anyways, thank you all so much! I hope you have a good night/day. 🥰

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Jersey

Masterlist

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.”

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[fallenangelkitten]

Deceit and Deception 

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Mike, is taking you to meet his father for the first time. But you’re a naughty girl and you’ve caught Daddy Sy’s eye.

Warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, age gap, multiple partners, praise kink

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

Your fingers fumbled with your phone that rested in your lap. One of Mike’s hands kept to the steering wheel, while the other lazily held his cigarette out of the window. The sight of smoke drifting from his lips almost clouded your mind from your thoughts.

But not quite.

You had never met your boyfriend’s father- even after almost a full year of dating one another. Tonight was one of Mikey’s brilliant ideas; an afternoon spent at his dad’s house having, what you assumed would be, the most awkward dinner of your existence.

After putting out his cigarette, a warm hand met your cheek, his thumb pulling your bottom lip from between your teeth. “Sweet cheeks, it’s gonna be fine. No need to be nervous, okay?”

You only groaned and dramatically sagged into the passenger seat. As you leaned your head against the cool window, he pulled the car into the driveway of an ordinary, but well taken care of home.

Your stomach plummeted.

Mikey unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to you. His lips gently met with your exposed neck before grazing your ear. “We’re early, let me distract you,” he whispered, returning to your neck.

Your eyes flashed outside, quickly scanning. The sun was gradually descending. The tint on his windows were darker than the law allowed, easily shielding the two of you. Even as heat coiled in the pit of your stomach, you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

One of his hands reached behind him to push his seat back. The other spread warmth across your bare thigh as he fumbled with your belt. With one final glance outside, your head turned to collide your lips with his.

His tongue immediately found yours, the faint taste of smoke still lingered. He eagerly pawed at your breast and scooped you into his lap. Even with his seat pushed back, the steering wheel dug into your back as he freed himself from his pants. You wet your lips at the sight of him, eager to lower yourself onto him. He pulled your skirt up higher onto your waist and dipped his hand between your legs to shift your panties to the side.

His head tipped back against the seat, a groan leaving him. “You’re always so wet for me.”

You began to giggle but the air quickly lodged in your throat as he ran the tip along your entrance. You quickly gripped his shoulders in your hands and sank onto him. You sighed- nothing was better than being filled with him.

You rocked against him, bringing your lips down to his neck and nibbled. His hands squeezed your ass tighter as you licked from the base of his neck to his ear. “Cum for me, lover boy,” you cooed.

You felt his cock begin to twitch as you ground your hips into his. “That’s it,” you whispered against his lips before biting his lower one. His head fell onto your shoulder, a soft cry muffled by your hair. You kept your pace steady as the feeling of his cum inside of you sent you over the edge.

You shuttered against him, a light sheen of sweat coating your brow. His palm pet the back of your head, trailing down your spine and down to your hips to help you off of his lap. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before getting out of the car to open your door for you.

“My lady,” he said while dramatically bowing. You giggled and took his hand.

After Mikey knocked on the door, a large man opened it; he had to have been the biggest man you had ever seen. A beard covered a decent portion of his face, while the rest had been kissed by the sun. As he pulled his son in for a hug, you couldn’t help but admire the muscles bulging through his shirt.

You desperately tried to quiet your mind as his blue eyes locked onto you- taking note that he shared that same patch of brown in one with his son. You scrambled to shift your bag to your other arm to shake his outstretched hand.

“M-Mr. Syverson, it’s so nice to meet you,” his skin was rough but warm against yours. Your eyes flashed back to his, where something began to pool and darken. A shiver made its way through your spine as a smirk teased the corner of his lips.

“Please, call me Sy.”

You let go of his hand and quickly returned to holding Mikes, unnerved by how quickly your body reacted to his fathers. Your lip made its way between your teeth once more.

“Well, get off my porch and come on in,” he gruffed. “Foods already on the table. Ordered some good ol’ pizza!” He called in as Mikey and I took our seats at the small table.

Mr. Syverson’s home was very minimally decorated- only a few pictures clung to the white walls, along with a handful of metals resting on a table by the door. They were encased behind glass, a picture of a squad resting behind it.

“Were you in the military?” You asked as he took the seat in front of you.

He took his time to answer you. His tongue swiped across his lips as his hand rubbed his beard. His eyes scanned you, making you feel exposed in a way that made goosebumps rise on your arms. “Mhm, learned about Mikey while deployed.”

You tried to hide your shock; he never really spoke about his father, only small comments here and there. Your head swiveled to him, a brow raised.

“And here we are, living the fucking dream,” he mumbled through the bite of pizza he’d just taken.

Sy cleared his throat and shot him a look. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, a sharp breath hitching in your throat. You made yourself look busy with your food, too embarrassed to see if anyone noticed.

The room was beginning to feel hot and stuffy. “I’m going to the restroom. Um, where is it?” you asked Mikey.

He directed you down a hall on the other side of the home. You sighed as you shut the door behind you, leaning against the wall. What had you gotten yourself into? Without warning, the door opened behind you. Sy barged in, eyes blazing as they locked onto you.

“Oh! I’m sorry, did you need the bathroom? I can go-” your own gasp cut you off. One of his large hands took both of your wrists and pinned them above you. Your shock left you frozen, eyes wide.

“You think I didn’t notice?” He growled, lips colliding with your neck- where Mikey’s had just been. “You’ve been lookin at me like I’m the first man you’ve ever seen.”

You had been, and you couldn’t help his name breathlessly leaving your lips as he assaulted your neck. You felt a wicked smile form against your skin.

You should have stopped.

You shouldn’t have moaned his name.

You should have been moving the hand that was tugging your skirt down your legs and pawing at your breasts.

But your lips only parted, and his name fell from them like it’d been waiting there your whole life. Your need for him clouded your thoughts. Your bare hips bucked to meet his, your body desperate for him.

He tore away from your neck. His sinful, lust blown eyes meeting yours was the only warning you had before he swiftly tugged you away from the wall, shifting you to the sink. He pressed you into the counter, facing the mirror, keeping one of your hands behind your back.

The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against your bare skin as he pressed his hard length against your ass. Sy held your stare in the mirror, daring you to deny your need for him- to give you the chance to say no, but you knew you wouldn’t. And so did he.

The hand gripping your wrist pushed against your back, forcing you to bend over the counter. You could barely hold back your whimper when his knuckles brushed against your core so he could unbuckle his pants. You wanted to push back on him, rub your dripping cunt against him, but he had you pinned firmly.

He chuckled. “You’re such a dirty little girl, (y/n).”

The thick head of his cock brushed against your entrance before sheathing himself into you. His hand covered your mouth, suffocating the moan he brought from your body. His beard scratched against your shoulder as he bent down to whisper in your ear, “Gonna have to keep quiet if you wanna fuck your little boyfriend’s Daddy.”

He held himself in you, his hips pinning yours to the counter. You desperately tried to gain some friction, but his reflection only smirked at you. He tugged you back until your spine was arched and pressed against him, breasts thrust forward. The fabric of your shirt rubbed against their aching peaks.

Sy slowly pulled himself out of you, only to slam himself back in. He was ruthless, his hand gripping your hip enough to leave a beautiful bruise in its wake. His hand on your mouth shifted down to your neck, wrapping around it like a collar.

“Tap the counter to stop. And keep quiet,” he ordered.

His thumb and fingers pressed into the sides of your neck, choking you. You almost began to panic, but your eyes locked with his in the mirror and kept your focus on the feeling of him tunneling in and out of your cunt.

He squeezed your neck tighter as he quickened his pace and began to fuck you harder. Harder and harder until you became lost on where he began and where you ended.

Spots danced before your eyes, your body feeling weightless. Everything became hazy right before he let go, and you gasped, sucking air as deep into your lungs as possible. He brought his hand back to your mouth as your whole body tingled and throbbed, your cry muffled by his palm. You’d been so lost in your own rush of pleasure that you barely noticed him groaning into your neck, his cum spilling into you.

Your shallow breaths filled the bathroom. Your arms and legs still tingled, but his hands on your waist kept you steady.

“You did so good, little girl.” He placed a kiss on your shoulder and gave your behind a squeeze. “I’m going to leave first, you follow.”

You nodded and bent down to grab your clothes, but he quickly took your panties from your grasp. “Hey!” You whispered, trying to snatch them back.

He chuckled and slipped them into his pocket. “Sugarcane, these are mine now,” he said with a smirk and slipped through the door.

You took a few moments to collect yourself before slipping your skirt back on and opening the door. You gasped, startled to see your boyfriend in the entrance.

“I was just coming to check on you.”

Mike pressed a kiss to your cheek as you felt his fathers cum begin to drip down your thighs.

[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Sy Part 5

I'm so sorry this took so long!!! Here it is! I feel like this is all over the place but I kind of just wanted to get a feel of them spending a day together. I love it. And I just wanted to give you guys something while I plan more of this out!! Enjoy.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut!! Oral,(f and M receiving), Mentions of sex

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“So are we gonna talk about that?” I asked, shyly. I was lying with my head on Sy’s shoulder absentmindedly drawing shapes on his chest with my fingertips. 

“Talk about what baby?” He met my gaze, raising an eyebrow. My throat went dry and I flushed trying to find the words to describe what just happened. 

“The way we… you were so…I liked it, a lot! But I’ve only ever read about it being like that, and It's so hot but I didn’t think that it was a natural thing and…No one’s ever been like that with me… God, I sound so stupid.” I groaned, pressing my body closer to his and hiding my face against his chest. Logan chuckled. He ran his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip at the back of my head and tugging softly, letting me know to look up at him. I bit my lip and sat up a little, lifting my eyes to meet his. 

“You’re so fuckin cute,” He leaned down and captured my lips in a gentle kiss. “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific, baby girl,” He smirked. He knew I was embarrassed about saying it. 

“You’re so…in charge and dominant. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not much different than when you’re coaching.  I just didn’t expect all of that. The spanking and dirty talk, the manhandling,” I blushed. 

“You like me throwing you around like that?” He went back to slowly dragging his fingertips up and down my spine.  I loved this feeling. He was so warm. And he felt safe. Even after how rough and aggressive he was, He was still loving and gentle and kind and caring. I’d never experienced that with anyone else. Like I knew he was going to take care of me. No matter what it takes. And I didn’t feel so shy anymore. 

“Yeah” I spoke finally, and  pressed my lips to his chest and left a trail of kisses up his neck. He groaned softly. “I liked it a lot.” I smirked when I met his eyes again. 

“What’s gotten into you little girl?” He purred, rolling me onto my back and pinning me to the bed. 

“You, Sy. I’m so stuck on you, I can’t figure out what we’re doing but I don’t want this to end.” He was straddling me now. He sat back on his knees and brushed my hair out of my face, giving me a big smile. 

“This is just the beginning baby, and if I’m being honest,” He paused, looking me over and letting his hand trail down my chest resting it on my hip. “I’m planning on forever baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He bit his lip meeting my eyes again. 

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, feeling my insecurities bubble up again. Logan sat for a second, still straddling me, trying to think. God he was trying to find a way to break it to me gently. Of course it was just pillow talk. Just something you say… He probably didn’t mean it and I was being so ridiculous. 

“Some people say when you know you know.” He explained simply. 

“We’ve only been on one date, Logan,” I chuckled. 

“You wanna know when I knew?” He asked, ignoring my last statement. I smiled softly and nodded. “My second  month teaching. I sent you an email, about a girl in my class I was concerned about. I had to be honest with you. I just wasn’t sure how to pick up on signs of mental health and eating disorders and all that. But I knew something wasn’t right. You remember that?” I nodded. I did. It was an everyday thing answering emails about students that teachers wanted to recommend I speak to or may need further help. So I didn’t think much of it. But he asked if he could come down and talk with me about what to look for as far as when they are troubled. Which was so unexpected. I’ve never forgotten it. 

“I knew that day. You cared so much. You were so detailed. But I really knew when we talked about your friends and people you knew. How personal it was to you. We talked so long I was late to practice.  I understood why you were doing your job. I admired you. But from that day on I wanted to know everything about you. I started finding excuses to drop in. Find reasons to see you. Have lunch with you. It took me over a year to get you where I wanted you baby. This isn’t gonna be some temporary thing.” I sniffled softly. I hadn’t realized I was tearing up. Sy leaned down to kiss me softly. 

“You’re not gonna get bored of me?” I asked. He laughed. Literally belly laughed. 

“What’s there to get bored of baby? I love learning about you, and doing things with you and just being with you. Hell no, I’m not gonna get bored of you, Darlin,” He smiled softly and shifted, holding himself up on his arms and kissing my jaw and down my neck.

“Promise?” I bit my lip softly. He looked up and met my gaze and captured my lips again. 

“I promise sugar. You’re the only woman I want, I know I’ve been laying it on kind of heavy but I just think it’s kinda silly to deny ourselves of something, we’re grown, I know how I feel about ya. I don’t need to waste any more time, sugar.” I kissed him again, holding his face as if in my hands. Smiling softly as I pulled away. 

“Sy, I..” I stared up at him but the words got caught in my throat. I felt it, at least I think I did. I just couldn't say it yet. He pressed his lips to my forehead. 

“I know, baby.” He said, then continued to kiss his way down my body. I felt his hands on my thighs as he pushed them apart. 

“Mm, sy, what are you doing?” I asked keeping my eyes on him. He started to kiss my thighs and the bruises he’d left on my hips. 

“You know what I’m doing baby,” He smirked, biting at the inside of my thigh. I arched my back, moaning softly. “Nope, never gonna get bored of that.” He pressed another kiss to my thigh before he pinned my hips down and attacked his lips to my clit licking and sucking relentlessly. 

“My God Sy!” I moaned pulling at the sheets beneath me as he continued his assault on my clit. He shifted lower licking past my folds pushing his tongue inside me lapping at my juices. “Fuck don’t stop!” I felt him grow against me sending vibrations through me bring me closer to the edge. He hooked his arms under my thighs dragging me closer, holding me against his mouth. I was completely at his mercy. I was shaking, and a complete mess as he fucked me with his tongue. I whimpered letting my head hit the pillow when I finally fell apart against his mouth. He drank in all my juices before pulling away with a smirk. He kisses back up my thighs and stomach and kissed my neck before he laid next to me again. 

“How the hell could I ever get bored of that?” He teased. I bit my lips softly trailing my hand down his chest. 

“Okay you’ve proved your point cowboy,” I pressed my palm flat against his stomach feeling  his muscles tense beneath my finger tips as I slowly dragged my hand further down. Logan grabbed my wrist and stopped me. I whined softly and lifted my eyes to meet his. He chuckled. 

“Easy sugar, I’ll gladly let you return the favor another time. But this was about you baby. It ain’t always gotta be 50/50 sometimes I just wanna please my girl.” He pulled me closer, sliding his hand over my hip to squeeze my ass. 

“But,” I started to protest. 

“Shhh  go to sleep, it’s 2 am baby, you need rest,” He smiled and kissed my head softly pulling my thigh over his waist as I laid my head on his chest. “Good girl,” He mumbled. As he rubbed my back softly. God this man was something else. I couldn’t wait to learn everything about him. 

I woke up to the feeling of a cold wet nose against my hand. And… was that a tongue? 

“Aika” I heard Sy call and then whistle, “Come here, leave her be.” The bed shifted as the dog jumped up laying at the end of the bed as Sy walked in the room. “Don’t be difficult.” He said to her, I tried to hide my giggle as he argued with the dog. Who sneezed at him and laid her head down  resting on the bed. “I heard that,” he smirked. I smiled and sat up stretching a bit. 

“Good morning handsome,” He watched me for a moment. Eyes scanning my body as I let the blanket fall to my waist. 

“Morning trouble,” He smiled leaning in the doorway. Standing there in a pair of black sweats, still shirtless, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked so good. I looked down at the beautiful German shepard laying at the end of the bed. 

“So this is the famous Aika,” I smiled and reached out my hand for her to sniff before scratching her ears. He nodded and walked over holding out the coffee for me to take. I accepted the mug and he smiled sitting beside me on the bed. 

“Yeah, looks like she likes you too. She ran right in here after I fed her, jumped right up next to ya on the bed. Where she knows she’s not supposed to be.” He looked at her sternly. She just stared at him and laid her head on his leg. He chuckled. 

“She’s a sweet girl,” I smiled. I took a sip of coffee and sighed content. I scooted closer, cuddling into his side. He grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 

“Did you sleep well?” He asked. I nodded resting my head on his shoulder. 

“Mhmm, did you?” I asked. 

“Like a baby,” He smirked. We sat like that for a minute. While I drank my coffee and woke up. Finally after a few minutes we got out of bed and he handed me one of his T-shirts to put on. 

“I have clothes Sy,” I giggled softly. 

“I know, I like it when you wear mine.” He pulled me in by my hips and kissed my forehead. I blushed softly. I slipped on his shirt that just barely fell to the top of my thighs. Logan smirked. “Yep, I like this better.” He said as he followed me out of his bedroom.

“You’re staring at my ass aren’t you?” I laughed. 

“Hell yeah!” He chuckled. We walked out to his kitchen. Sy poured me another cup of coffee and offered to make breakfast. I offered to help but he wouldn’t let me. The second I turned to grab something out of the fridge for him he grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, and sat me on the counter. 

“Sy!” I pouted trying to hide my giggle. 

“Sit still and let me cook for you,” He scolded before he playfully smacked my thigh. 

“Yes, sir,” I mocked, rolling my eyes. He paused letting his eyes roam again, growling low in his chest. My thighs involuntarily clenched and he smirked. Finally he turned to get the eggs out of the fridge. I don’t know what it was about him. Why do we naturally fit so well? Or Why I trust him so much. Everything about him in moments like this feels so …primal. But At the same time he’s so gentle and intelligent and ..strong. So damn strong. Whatever was starting between us. It was like. Electricity. Or Magnetic. There was some kind of pull. I could sense whenever he was close to me. And it set my senses into overdrive. 

We ate breakfast, just some simple eggs, bacon and toast. Sy let Aika back out to run around the land. She has a doggy door and just comes and goes as she pleases. That makes perfect sense for them. Very low maintenance. Both of them come around to check on each other every now and then. It’s cute honestly. 

“I think I’m gonna shower,” I said when we’d finished breakfast and finished cleaning up the kitchen. I rested my hand on his chest and looked up at him, I could see the mischief in his eyes. 

“You want company?” he smiled softly. I chuckled. 

“Are you gonna behave yourself?” I raised an eyebrow. He just laughed and shook his head. 

“You know I’m not, Sugar.” I rolled my eyes. 

“Come on cowboy,”

As desperately as I wanted him I couldn’t handle anymore after last night. He made sure of it. I turned back just in time to catch his smirk when he saw the slight limp I was walking with. Sly bastard. But, him, I would gladly take care of.

I sank to my knees in front of him in the shower. He smiled down at me brushing my hair back. “You sure about this darlin?” He lifted my chin to look him in the eyes “I don’t wanna hurt ya.”  He said brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. 

“Mmhmm, you promised I could return the favor, and you had no problem being rough with me last night,” I smirked. He growled softly and grabbed my jaw 

“I can’t promise I can control myself baby, can you handle me fucking your little throat sugar?” He had no shame. He stared right and my eyes with that cocky smirk on his face. This man drips confidence. The things I’ve done with him in the last 2 weeks I never knew I would do. But I loved it.  I reached up wrapping my hand around him pumping slowly. He groaned resting his head against the tile. I licked up his length slowly before I took him completely in my mouth I held eye contact and answered him. 

“Don’t hold back, Daddy,” Before finally wrapping my lips around him and taking him all the way to the back of my throat. I started to bob my head slowly. I watched his face and saw something hungry flash in his eyes at my words. He tangled his fingers in my hair pulling it back away from my face and holding it in a ponytail. He started to guide me on his cock moving me faster and pushing himself further down the back of my throat. He moaned cursing, feeling me gag around his head. 

“That’s a good girl. Fuck you take it so well.” He moaned. I pulled back gasping for air. And smiled. 

“That all you got? “ The shower was hitting his chest and flowing down down his abs. He looked like a God from this angle. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” His eyes were soft as they held my gaze I gripped his and bit my lip. 

“I trust you Logan, “ That was all it took. He was guiding me back on to his cock and holding my head still. I twirled my tongue around the head and moaned around him and he pulled my hair softy. 

“Fuckin tease. Hold still darlin, Gonna fuck that pretty face.” I hummed sending vibrations around him and tugged at my hair harder. I met his eyes again and he smiled. “That’s my good girl, you like when you I take charge don’t ya?” He moaned and started thrusting into my mouth. His cock hitting the back of my throat everytime. I knew he was enjoying this. I slid my hands up to his stomach and felt his muscles tense under my fingers. He had his eyes closed his head tilted back agaisnt the shower wall and his jaw was slack. I loved making him feel good like this. He didn’t let me take care of him often. I moaned around him he pushed me down further holding me down taking him down my throat. I tried as hard as I could to swallow around him as he held me down. I felt tears stinging around my eyes as he let up and and I pulled back to take a breath coughing hard. “Fuck are you..?”

 I didn’t let him finish his sentence before I had him back in my mouth bobbing my head teasing him with my tongue. He groaned loudly tightening his grip in my hair. “That’s it baby don’t stop.”  He was close. He held me still again thrusting into my mouth erratically. He growled gritting his teeth. “Fuck yes,” he moaned as he released in my mouth. I swallowed it all licking him clean. He shuttered and shook his head with a chuckle before extending his hand to help me back to my feet. He held me close to his while he caught his breath. 

“Was that good?” I bit my looking down at the shower floor. He lifted my chin kissing me passionately. 

“Jesus, baby you are, full of surprises,” He smiled. “Fuckin Incredible.” 

We finished our shower and got dressed for the day. But we’ren’t in a hurry to go anywhere in particular. We stayed cuddled up on his couch all afternoon. Watching some old movies. We talked a bit about nothing in particular. Getting to know each other some more. Although it felt like we already did. This felt really normal. 

“Do you wanna take Aika for a walk with me?” He asked. I think it was almost 5 or 6 o’clock now. I nodded. 

“I’d love that,” I said. He called her in and got her on a leash and we set out down the road. 

“Can I be honest with ya?” He said as we started to walk. 

“Of course you can,” I smiled. 

“This has been one of the best days I’ve had in a long time.” He said. I stopped walking for a moment. 

“But we haven’t really, done anything.” I said. He smiled and took my hand in his and lead me to keep walking with him. 

“I know, but I got to spend good quality time with the woman I care about. That’s all I need.” He squeezed my hand softly. I met his eyes again. 

“I really enjoyed this too. I’m kind of sad that you’ll have to take me home sometime soon.” I admitted. 

“No I don’t,” He stated. “I don’t have anything going on this weekend. I ain’t in no hurry to get you out of here.” 

“No?” I asked “What are you trying to say Sy?” 

“Stay the rest of the weekend with me.” He smiled pulling me closer. I squeezed his hand blushing slightly. 

“Answer something for me first,” I said. 

“Anything,” He said. 

“Are we together now? Am I your girlfriend, I know it’s kind of fast we’ve only been on one date, but the way we’ve been talking. It just seemed like that’s what you’ve been trying to say and..” 

He kissed me softly on the lips. 

“Sugar, I thought I ….Maybe I wasn’t completely clear.” He chuckled. “I want you as long as you’ll have me baby. You’re mine. I wanna take you everywhere with me. Stay with me this weekend?” I smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah, I will” I smiled. He kissed me again and we continued our walk. Back at the house we settled in on the couch again. Cuddled up for another movie. “How are we gonna do this at work, Keep our hands to ourselves, behave?” I chuckled. 

“It’s not like people aren’t expecting it.” He laughed.  I raised an eyebrow. 

“Am I really the only one that didn’t know how you felt all this time?” I asked. 

“I mean… The boys know baby…” He chuckled. I groaned. 

“I’m sorry baby.” I blushed realizing what I said. 

“I’m not, I got you now. I’m not complaining.” We finished our movie and I stretched yawning.  “Tired?”  I nodded. “Come on sweet pea. Lets go to bed.”

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[marveldcmistress]

Heartbreak Amongst the Harem

A/N: It's here! Thank you to @just-ten-cents for the encouragement and beta writing for me! And like most of my writing, this is purely self-serving. Based off a dream I had about Mikey, but I threw is the other three just for spice and giggles. Enjoy!

Summary: Reader is in a poly relationship, and everything was going great, until a lack of communication and people's hurt feelings cause some loyalty issues.

Pairings: Mike (Hellraiser) x Plus Size!Reader, Captain Syverson x Plus Sized!Readaer, August Walker x Plus Sized!Reader, Walter Marshall x Plus Sized!Reader

Trigger Warnings: cheating, reverse harem, cussing, physical violence/threats of physical violence, hints and innuendos of smut, drinking and smoking, if there's anymore just let me know.

If someone would have told you a year ago you would be in a relationship with four men, who are more than happy to share you, you would have laughed in their face. It was a wonder even one out of the three older men took a second glance at you, let alone all three wanting you. You were less surprised about Mikey though. You were fully aware that he was a whore. He almost bragged about it when he could come in during your shifts at the bar. 

All four had been customers at some point or other. Sy, Walter, and August had all grown up together. Despite being fourth cousins, twice removed, or however they tried to explain it to you, they grew up in tight knit families. Eventually, Sy went into the military, August was hired into the CIA and Walter went off to college and became a cop. But as life goes, it brought them back together when Sy retired, August chose to leave the CIA, and Walter offered to move them into his house to fill the void Faye left when she went to college. 

Sy had started his own dog training business while August became a personal trainer for the police academy. Months after though was when Sy got the call from one of their other cousin’s, Liza. Liza had gotten pregnant at 17 and raised Mikey mostly on her own. When Mikey had gotten into college in the same city, she had practically BEGGED Sy and Walter to let him live with them so he would stay out of trouble. And it worked, for the most part. There had been a few times where some of Mikey’s flings had shown up to the house because he had ghosted them and they couldn’t handle it, but Walter had that straightened out pretty quickly. 

The first time you met them, they had all come in for Mikey’s 22nd birthday, only wanting a couple drinks and some wings before going home for work the next morning. You were behind the bar, busting ass alone and looking fantastic while doing it. Sy and August had shared a look. It wasn’t uncommon for them to share a woman during their usual one night stands. Walter had rolled his eyes and shook his head. One day these three were going to get him killed. Despite his thought process though, he could agree that you were an attractive woman. All four men were flirting with you all night, causing a blush to cover not only your cheeks, but spread all the way down your neck and across your chest, much to their delight. 

It went on that way for months, sometimes they would come in individually, just two or three of them, or as the whole group. Sometimes it was deep conversation about the darkness they had seen in the world, the battle of darkness inside of them, and the anger at the universe they held for making them go through that darkness alone. Everytime though they would flirt with you. Eventually, you fell in love with them.

Sy was the perfect southern gentleman, funny and sweet and respectful. He always told the worst dad jokes. August was snarky and sarcastic, but he called you Kitten and it just made you weak in the knees. Walter was grumpy and brooding, but the intellectual conversations you would have stimulated you mentally, which stimulated you sexually as well. He could also appreciate any insight you could provide from what little he could tell you about his cases. 

And last but not least, Mikey. He had gotten the nickname Baby from you because of his baby face. He was like a puppy dog to you. It had taken some convincing from Mikey and the others for you to give him a chance. It was unconventional, but it worked for the five of you. Sy and August were your makeshift bouncers when your boss fired the last one you had without having someone to replace him and they never interfered with your job unless it was a risk to your safety. Sometimes when flirting with customers for tips they would get carried away, but that’s not the point. 

Everything was going great, until you got that text that shattered everything. It had been a beautiful summer day in the middle of July. Sy had taken you and Walter on a trip for the weekend in between cases. The cabin on the lake was beautiful, lush green grass surrounding you, trees thick and abundant. Sy and Walter were on the docks fishing while you were sitting on the porch drinking a glass of moscato. August had appointments for a personal training business he had just started and Mikey had opted out, spouting something about having summer classes he had homework for. It struck you as odd, he hadn’t told you about taking summer classes before, but you shook it off and decided to have a good trip with the two lovers you had with you. There was no cell service out here so you had to entertain yourself. 

After your much needed break with your boys, filled with sex and rest, it was back to business as usual. Walter had once asked you to move in, to which you had told him it was too soon. You would love to move in one day, when your relationship with all four men was at a more permanent standing. It wasn’t that you didn’t see a future with them, but you were still unsure as to how this poly situation would work long term. But that was a discussion for another day. 

It was a week after your trip and you were hustling behind the bar, flipping bottles and slinging drinks. It was an extra busy Saturday night, the band being extremely popular amongst the local community. Sy and August were standing at the very end of the bar by the door, two sets of military trained eyes scoping every part of the crowded room. You’re so busy you don’t have time to check your phone when you see a notification from Mikey light your phone up. 

It wasn’t until after the last customer had left and you finished all of your side work did you look at your phone. Sy was walking behind you to his truck, his hand in your back pocket. August had left after last call, saying he was gonna set up your nightly routine at home so it was ready when you got there. Your boys always treated you so well. 

You unlock your phone and click on the notification. You weren’t surprised to see he had sent you a video, as Mikey had an obsession with TikToK and liked to share what he thought you would enjoy. As you wait for the video to load, Sy helps you climb into his truck, his hands pushing you by the ass into the seat, pinching just under the cheeks before you sit down.

“Ow, Sy!” you yelp. He just chuckles, vibrations coming from deep in his chest. 

“Can’t help it, Sugar. It’s just so juicy,” he says as he sends you his signature failed wink, making you laugh as you call him an asshole. You had almost forgotten your phone in your hand until the video started playing. You watch, confused at first as to why you see your ex-coworker MaKenna on the screen. But the longer the video goes on, the worse it gets. She’s half naked, completely bare from the bottom down and bouncing on someone’s……. And then you see his face and your blood starts to boil. 

It’s Mikey, under your ex-coworker, letting her ride reverse cowgirl. His hands are on her hips and his hips are meeting hers and you’re gonna get sick. MaKenna wasn’t exactly a bad coworker or person, you knew she was promiscuous, and you didn’t judge her for it. But she knew you and Mikey were together. And though it was an unconventional relationship you had with him and his cousins, you were big on loyalty and each man had pledged their loyalty only to you. So for him to have done this to you broke you on the inside. 

Just as they start to get louder, tears start to burn in your eyes. Sy catches on to the noise coming from your phone and looks over the console to your phone. The second he recognizes his little cousin’s face, he’s pissed. He knew Mikey had been a slut, but it seems he needs to teach the little prick a lesson about messing around on the woman you promised to only give certain affections and attentions to. 

“That little fucker. I’m gonna beat his ass.” he mumbles, starting to tear out of the parking lot and speed towards home. You ignore him, locking your phone and wiping the tears out of your eyes. You had confided in all four that you had been cheated on before, and all of them had worked hard to earn your trust. You never thought one of them would do something like this to you. Before you could stop it, a sob burst from your chest and out of your mouth. That’s when the dam really broke and you started crying uncontrollably. 

“Oh baby. I’m sorry, I know it hurts. I’m gonna get you home and August and I are gonna take good care of ya. And then we’re gonna hunt down that little prick and kick his ass real good.”  He reaches across the console to wipe the tears from your eyes before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his side. It’s uncomfortable, the console digging into your ribs, but you appreciate his attempt to love on you. 

You pull into the driveway ten minutes later. Sy doesn’t even give you a chance to get out on your own, opening your door and wrapping his arms around your waist and carrying you inside the house. August had heard you pull in and met you at the door, one brow lifted in question. Then he saw your red, puffy eyes and his ocean eyes turned murderous. You simply just unlocked your phone and handed it to him, Sy walking away to let him watch the video without hurting you even further. 

“What the actual fuck?!” 

“I’m already planning to kick his ass so get in line. But right now she is my main priority,” Sy hollers behind his back. Normally you would admonish him for talking about you in front of you like you weren’t even there, but you were too busy trying to keep air in your lungs to really care about telling him off. Your chest hurt and your eyes stung and it just felt like your world had come crashing down. You knew you would owe Sy big time when this was over. August too. 

Sy had carried you into the master bathroom where August had set up a bubble bath with candles and snacks. He had taken to spoiling you after your long shifts. You had found out very quickly he was dominant and took his duties as a dom seriously, and that included pampering you with only the best. Most weekend evenings/mornings after your shifts at the bar include a hot bubble bath with your favorite wine, snacks, and a good foot rub. That is usually followed by a full body massage with your favorite lotion. If you happened to stay awake during the massage, you’d then get the best dick down to finish you off and send you to sleep more than satisfied. 

“Baby doll?” Sy’s voice pulls you out of whatever trance you were in. You look up into his eyes, before looking over his shoulder to August’s concerned gaze. You hate the pity you see in both of their eyes, hate knowing they are looking at you in such a vulnerable state. 

“Do you want us to help you, Kitten?” August asks. You don’t know what you want. You want them there for comfort, as that’s what partners are for. You want the floor to open you up and swallow you whole. You want to forget that Mikey even exists and that you ever met him. You don’t know…..

August must see it on your face because he moves to the tub and takes the plug out to let the water drain. He then swiftly moves to the shower and turns it on as hot as you can stand it. Sy slowly starts to ease your shirt up and over your head, before moving to your jeans. You know there is nothing sexual motivating his actions, but you can’t help but bring your arms up to cover yourself. Sy squats down to his knees to help you take off your pants, and August moves to leave a kiss on your forehead before pulling out his phone and walking out of the room. 

Sy moves you bodily to the shower, helping you slip in before telling you he’ll be in the other room when you get out.. You see him set out a towel and fresh clothes from Walter’s closet before leaving the bathroom. The sound of the door clicking shut resonates in the silent room. The only noise being the shower water hitting the tiled floor and your quiet sobbing. You slide to sit on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest and burying your head. 

You felt ridiculous. Part of the reason you had been so hesitant to even consider adding Mikey to your little group was his history with women. All four men were open about how he treated his flings when he was done with them. You were also concerned about his age. You didn’t normally go for guys around your age, and especially younger. Three years wasn’t much of a gap physically, but maturity wise had been a big red flag to you. 

Eventually you had cried yourself dry and the water had turned cold. You stood up, shutting off the water. You hadn’t even had the shower door fully open before Walter burst in the bathroom. You wanted to cover yourself, but he didn’t give you the chance. Before you could blink, he had you wrapped in his  big arms, the wool of his sweater scratching against your bare skin. He sways you back and forth and you’re bombarded with the memory of him telling you this is how he used to get Faye to sleep when she was a baby. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. August called me and I rushed right over.” he slowly releases you when he remembers you’re fully naked. He moves back to the toilet where he gets the towel and wraps it around you. You want to argue that you can dry and dress yourself, but the energy just doesn’t seem to be there. Once he’s satisfied that you've dried off enough, he pulls one of his softer sweaters over your head, lifting your arms and slotting them into the sleeves. He kneels with a pair of boxers in hand, lifting each foot and sliding the shorts up your legs. He makes a show of bringing them up over your ass, and you give him a small smile. All three of these beautiful men, trying to make you feel better. How did you get so lucky?

When Walter is happy that you are finally ready for bed, he scoops you up by the thighs and carried you into the bedroom. You see Sy already laying in bed, shirtless but wearing pajama bottoms. You hear August in the kitchen, assuming he’s putting away the snacks he had planned for your nightly routine. Walter lays you in the middle of the California King sized bed, right next to Sy, before moving to the closet to change into pajamas while Sy turns and snuggles into your side, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and ribs. 

“I know this probably won’t mean much, but he doesn’t deserve you, Sugar.” Sy mumbles into your chest. Even now, you can’t help but find amusement in his obsession with your tits. His favorite pillows, he once said. 

“Thanks, Sy.” you mumble. You feel the bed dip beside you, turning to find Walter getting in on your right side. He’s also shirtless only wearing pajama bottoms, and the fuzz on his chest is thicker than the others. 

“He’s right, Love. You are an incredible woman, and it’s Michael’s loss if he can’t see that.” his voice rumbles through your whole body. They’re both so warm, so soft. You internally chuckle at the contradiction. All four of them had godlike bodies, firm muscles and virile masculine strength. You lose your amusement as you think of Mikey again. 

You look up as August walks in, dressed just as the other two. You were prepared for the nightly argument of who was going to cuddle with you and how. When it came to sex, these men worked together like a well oiled machine, each one moving perfectly in sync with the other to bring you the highest heights of pleasure. But when it came to cuddles, they fought over you like children with a teddy bear. But none of that happened. With Sy on his side to your left, Walter on his side to your right, and you on your back in the middle, August made his way between your legs and laid right on top of you. His torso was half on top of you, with his head on your sternum right below your breasts, half on the bed between your thighs, and the rest of his body between your spread calves. 

“I feel like I’m in a puppy pile,” you mutter, causing all three men to chuckle. They quiet quickly though, all three concluding you’re trying to hide your pain through humor. Three sets of arms squeeze you tightly, and you soak up the love radiating from the three beautiful souls surrounding you.  Maybe this heartbreak will be easier to get over when you have three other boyfriends to take care of you. Soon, the snoring coming from Sy, the soothing hand August has rubbing your thigh, and Walter playing with your hair, on top of all of the crying you’ve done, lulls you into a deep sleep.

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When you wake up, the sun is shining through the windows. You’re used to the sun being high in the sky when you wake up, but never have you woken up with one of the guys, aside from Mikey, still in bed with you. Sy was never one to sleep much, years of military training now just ingrained into who he is as a human being. August was usually at the gym, and Walter would be on a case. So it shocked you to still have Walter by your side. You look up to his face and find he is watching you. You should have figured he wouldn’t have been asleep.

“How long have you been up?” you ask, voice hoarse from sleep. Your throat hurt from crying so much last night, and your head was throbbing. Despite having slept deeply for a decent amount of time, you were still exhausted. Your eyes burned and your body felt heavy. 

“A few hours. I was up for a bit, but I didn’t want you to wake up alone.” he whispers. You always wondered how he always knew what you needed, even if it was something as small as keeping his voice low because your head hurts, when you didn’t even tell him. 

“Thanks, babe. Where’s the other two?” you look around. You can hear someone working around in the kitchen. The smells of bacon and eggs finally hits your senses and your stomach grumbles. You silently wished Walter hadn’t heard. Out of the four, well now three, he was the most anal about making sure you ate enough and stayed hydrated. You look up and there it is, the pointed look he gives you everytime.

“Love, did you eat last night?” You look down in shame. You had a horrible habit of getting so caught up at work you forget to order food from the kitchen before it closes. 

“You see, what had happened was..” you start. Walter rolls his eyes and huffs, beginning to roll away from you. You pull him back in protest. 

“Listen to me! I didn’t have the chance to eat because I had to get the bar put together because Katie had to leave early and then we got slammed and Sheri couldn’t keep up with her tables so they kept coming up to the bar and then we just, didn’t slow down until after close, so Sy and I were going to go get something to eat and then….” you trail off, your brain bringing up the awful memory of what your….. You’re not even sure what to call Mikey. Walter notices where your mind seems to go and quickly put his hand under your chin and raises your eyes to his.

“Sy is making breakfast,” he starts.

“Fuck yeah,” you mumble. Sy was the best cook in the entire group, and his breakfast was fire. Walter rolls his eyes at that.

“And August went to the gym. Grumbling something about still being pissed off.” That last bit of information didn’t surprise you at all. August was crazy, as you had seen one night when a customer had gotten too handsy and decided to fight Auggie when he tried to throw him out. You were not ashamed to admit it made you so horny that you jumped him in the car at the end of your shift. It may have also revealed just how toxic you could be at times to the entire group. None of them seemed to mind though.

Just then, Sy came into the bedroom, carrying a tray full of food. You see french toast and biscuits and gravy, eggs, bacon, ham, fruit. All of your favorite breakfast foods. God you love these men. Sy sees you eyeing the tray and raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Well good morning to you too, Sugar. You sleep alright?” He kisses your forehead while balancing the tray in his hand. You soak up the affection, staring at him as he brings the tray to sit in your lap. You pick up a fork and dig in, almost inhaling the fruit and french toast, feeding bites to each man beside you. It was almost perfect, until you heard the front door open and Mikey’s voice rings through the house. Your hand tightens around your fork and Walter is quick enough to move the tray off your lap as Sy flies off the bed and out of the room. You both quickly follow him, knowing deep down you wouldn’t be able to keep Sy from kicking his ass. 

You stand at the top of the stairs and watch as Sy barrels towards Mikey, shoving him against the wall and holding him up by the front of the shirt. Walter moves you to the side, coming to stand on the steps in front of you but not shielding you from watching what was happening. Mikey’s eyes go wide and his hands go up at his sides. 

“Woah, woah, woah. Easy, big guy. Good morning to you, too.” It wasn’t unusual for Sy and Mikey to wrestle in the house. But the look on Sy’s face told Mikey this was anything but playful. 

“How was your studying session, Mike?” Sy snarls. His voice sent shivers down your spine. You almost feel sorry for anyone who had to go against your Captain. It was joked once that he was a bull, once he sees red there’s no running from him.

“It was fine. What is your problem, man?’ Mike stutters. That just seems to piss Sy off even more because he removes one hand and pulls it back before punching Mike in the stomach. The younger man doubles over before Sy lifts him back into a standing position. Part of you wants to step in. Yes Mike hurt you, but you don’t usually condone physical violence unless absolutely necessary. But on the other hand, Karma is a bitch, and he’s had more than enough coming his way. 

“Now, you wanna try that again?” Sy growls. Mikey looks up to you, and your heart breaks all over again. You see the moment it clicks in his head, and shame fills his eyes. 

“Sweetcheeks…” he tries. Sy shakes him hard.

“You don’t get to speak to her. You’re lucky August isn’t here because he wouldn’t be as easy on you as I am right now. I thought we had a clear understanding on what this relationship meant to her, and now you’ve set all of us back. She’s going to shut herself off and we’ll have to work double to get her trust back. Fucking idiot.” Sy pushes him harder into the wall before dropping him not so gently to the floor. You move past Walter and make your way down the stairs. You put a hand on Sy’s shoulder and he looks at you. You can hear his thoughts as loud as if he said them out loud; ‘you don’t have to do this’.

Mikey stands up and looks at you, flashing his puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. Normally it would melt your heart, but right now it just turns it to stone. You wonder how you would be responding if you didn’t have the strength of the two men behind you.

“Taking summer classes, huh? Does the name MaKenna ring a bell?” you seethe. You had once confided in how insecure she made you feel. She was your height but very petite. You had noted how her breasts were the perfect size that they just stayed perky, making you self-conscious of your larger chest that hangs low. Not that you didn’t love your body, but loving yourself is a long, bumpy road. 

“Babycakes,” Mikey tries again. 

“What did Sy say? You don’t have the privilege of speaking to me. Ya know, Mikey, it took a lot of convincing from your cousins to even get me to consider giving you a chance, based off your history with women. I knew from the get go this was going to end badly but I had that littlest bit of hope that I was wrong. I can’t even stand looking at you right now.” you say, turning away from him. You move but before you get too far, he reaches out and grabs your arm. You spin quickly, and before anyone can blink you slap him. Hard as fuck. Your palm stings and his face immediately turns red. You turn and run before he can see you start to cry. 

“Great contact, Sugar.” Sy mumbles as you rush past him, giving Mikey one last hard look before following you upstairs. Walter, who had been silent during this entire altercation, finally looked at Mike. 

“I’m not going to discuss any of this with you, right now. I’m more disappointed than angry,” he starts. Mikey rolls his eyes.

“No offense, Walt, but I don’t need the dad lecture at the moment,” he says sarcastically. That’s what finally set the normally stoic detective off. 

“Obviously you do! Maybe if that piece of shit father of yours would have stuck around you would have turned out better.” That fucking stung. Mikey had taken some time to open up about his dad bailing on him and his mom. He blamed himself for a long time, something you strived to help him heal. 

“But he didn’t, so now it is up to myself and the other two to teach you something about being a man. I understand that before her you made no commitments to the women you took to your bed. But when you actually make a promise to someone you don’t break it like that. I’m going to ask you once to leave. Take a few days at a friend’s while we discuss how we want to proceed from here.” 

Mikey went to protest but the look on Walter’s face killed the argument before it could leave his mouth. He knew he fucked up, and he hears his mother’s voice in his head telling him to face the consequences of his decisions. 

“Can I at least grab some stuff before I go?” he mumbles. Walter nods but says nothing else. He watches as Mikey gathers some things before moving towards the front door. He pauses before opening the door, turning back to the older man.

“I’m sorry, Walt.” 

Walter shakes his head. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. We all have some talking to do, but for right now let the dust settle. She needs to heal some from this. And before you start accusing me of choosing a woman over family, remember that you are the one in the wrong in this scenario.” 

And with that Walter went upstairs, leaving Mike to walk out of the house with his tail between his legs. Just as he was getting to his car, August pulls up beside him. Mike barely has his door open before August is on him, throwing him up against his car.

“I should beat the fuck out of you right now.” he hisses. If Mike thought Sy was scary, August was terrifying. He remembered one night when they all had had way too much to drink and August went to a really dark place mentally, giving a recount of just how many people he had killed during his time working for the CIA. Mike knew just how skilled August was in the arts of torture, and the thought alone of what he could do to him almost made him piss himself. 

“Listen, Sy has already given it to me and she left this beautiful hand print on my face, so give me a break, okay? You can come at me later when Walter lets me back in the house,” he grumbles. August locks in on that last bit of information.

“Walter kicked you out?” 

“He said it’s just for a few days.” August nods. 

“Well whatever you do, do NOT go back to that little bitch’s house. Find a GUY friend to stay with. And call your mother, before one of us does.”  

Mikey should have known that was coming. All three of the older men were fiercely loyal to his mother, and never missed an opportunity to let her know when he did something stupid. But this was probably the worst thing he could’ve told her. He sighs and gets in his car, thinking of who he could call that would let him stay a few days. 

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August makes his way to the bedroom immediately upon walking into the house. He didn’t want to leave you this morning but he was still so pissed by what happened early this morning he knew it would do no one any good if he didn’t get it out of his system. So he went to the gym where he almost destroyed a punching bag and scared some staff members. One of his training buddies had finally had enough of him abusing the gym equipment and said something. 

“Now what did the bag ever do to you?” Geralt asks. The man was taller than August with more muscle, but he had a more even temperament. August puts his hands down and huffs. 

“I’m picturing Mikey’s face.” he growls. Geralt just raises a brow. August had talked about his little cousin and the relationship he had with the bartender. He’d been to the bar and wasn’t hesitant to admit he could understand the attraction. You were a beautiful woman, fiery and bubbly simultaneously. It was adorable. 

“What did the little idiot do this time?” Geralt had come to calling him that after he had drunkenly picked up a rabid raccoon out of the dumpster and it bit him. 

“He hooked up with MaKenna.” August says. Geralt pauses to rack his brain. 

“The little redhead that worked there before she was fired for having sex in the parking lot during her shift?” 

“That’s why they fired her?” August spins to face the larger man. You had said she was fired for employee misconduct and insubordination, but you never gave the specifics. “You know what, I’m not surprised.” 

“That’s what I heard from the owner at a house party a week after that, I think. Doesn’t matter. How did you guys find out?”

“The stupid shit sent her a video of them fucking to her, in the same bath tub in the cabin Sy took her to last weekend.” August shakes his head. Little shit couldn’t have even been original. 

“And he’s still breathing?” Geralt looks surprised. 

“For now. But when I see him….” August’s hands curl into fists at his side and he almost starts shaking. Geralt gives a hum and then pats his back, turning to leave his friend to stew in his feelings and planning a nice phone call to the beautiful bartender with a broken heart at home. 

Shaking the memory from his mind, August opens the bedroom door to see you curled into Sy’s chest, shoulders shaking but no noise coming from you. Only the vision of the bright hand print on Mikey’s face calms his rising anger. He hears Walter in the bathroom and the shower turning on. Sy finally notices him and makes eye contact. It was almost a telepathic conversation between the two men: our baby needs us.

August turns to his left as Walter walks in, steam following him from the running shower. Sy nudges you up with murmurs of needing to calm down. You grudgingly obey, make eye contact with August before quickly looking away and following them to the shower. August takes this chance to change the sheets, rolling his eyes when he sees the crumbs on the comforter. He’d told them time and again not to let you eat in bed, but they never listen. He’ll let it slide this time, given current circumstances. 

After fixing the bed and taking the breakfast down to the kitchen, he starts on the dishes. You had expressed only once that it was your least favorite chore, and he had taken it upon himself to be the designated dishwasher of your group. Despite the shower running upstairs, the water was still scalding and he thanked Walter once again for finally caving and buying a new hot water heater and for Sy saving them money by installing it himself. The burning pain from the water distracted him from the heartbreak he felt coming from you. You always joked you had a radiating energy that affected those around you, but he didn’t think it was a joke.

When he first saw you, you shined so brightly you almost glowed. Your smile was like a beaming ray of sunlight, sending warmth straight through his heart. At first he thought he was dying, that you were an angel of some sort that had shown up to take him to his after life. But one look at Sy and Walter and he knew he wasn’t alone. Bringing you into their lives was like having eternal summer. And now Mikey had gone and shut your light off. He was lucky he was kicked out. 

As soon as everything was dried and put away, August made his way upstairs where Sy was carrying you out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Walter followed behind with a brush and some lotion in hand. They met eyes for a moment before moving to sit beside you and Sy on the bed. Sy had you his lap sideways, rocking back and forth while you controlled your breathing. He let you cry in the shower until your breathing turned ragged and he recognized the onset of a panic attack setting in. Walter starts brushing your hair while August takes the lotion and starts rubbing your feet. Soon your breathing evens out and the sniffling quiets. 

All three men watch you and you make eye contact with August. He gives you a small smile and brings your ankle up to his mouth for a kiss. His mustache tickles your skin and you pull it back with a small shriek. This causes all three men to chuckle. 

“Are you okay, Kitten?” August mumbles. Walter and Sy turn to you pointedly. You hadn’t said anything to them since you ran away from Mikey. They knew you weren’t okay, but they needed you to open up to them so they could help. 

“Not really.” you whisper. Your hand still stings from slapping Mikey, but even more so your chest hurts. It feels irrational to you. You have three gods in front of you, ready and willing to worship you, and you’re heartbroken over someone you knew was going to hurt you from the beginning. “I think I’m more pissed than anything. What if this ruins what we have? I don’t want to be here around him but that means I won’t be able to be with you guys as much.” 

Sy burst out laughing. You look at him offended, only to catch the amusement on August’s face as well. You turn around to look at Walter and find him chuckling. 

“What the fuck is so funny?” you almost yell. August rubs his hand along your naked thigh, bringing your attention down to him.

“Kitten, if you think we’re going to let that little twerp ruin one of the best things to happen to us, you must not hold us in too high of a regard.” he looks at you pointedly. 

“Yeah, Sugar. You got me fucked up if you think I’m going to throw you away because of this. If anything, it’s Mikey that’s going in the trash.” Sy says with a smirk. You look at him tentatively, and he gives you his wink/blink.  You give him a smile when you feel Walter kiss the top of your head. You look up to make eye contact with your furry lover. 

“Besides, I kicked Mikey out,” he says. You immediately sit upright in Sy’s lap, scrambling to stand and look at Walter full on. You bring your hands to your hips, causing the towel to fall and you rush to catch it. 

“What do you mean you kicked him out? Don’t cause issues with your family because of me, Walter, that’s crazy.” He just smiles at you. It isn’t fair how pretty he is, how pretty all three of them are. You shouldn’t be jealous because your boyfriends have prettier eyelashes than you do. He reaches for you, bringing you between his legs, spreading them wide to make room for your thick thighs. 

“It’s only for a few days, Love. Give him some time to think about what he did and for all of us to cool down.” 

“No promises on that last one,” August grumbles. Sy gives a hum of agreement. 

“Regardless,” Walter starts, giving a pointed look to the other two men, “even if Michael is here, you still have every right to be in this house. Or we can start spending more time at your place. We can work around this, love.” He grabs your hands in his and brings you close to him. “We love you, Y/N.” he whispers. Tears start to fill your eyes. 

“Yeah, Sugar. Sure, your apartment is small and crowded, and you have all those pretty rocks I’m too scared to touch,” Sy starts in, making you giggle.

“They’re called crystals, Sy.” you mumble.

“Whatever, they’re part of your little witchy shit and sets me on edge. But I wouldn’t be anywhere else, cause I love ya.” 

“Aww you guys,” you say as the tears really start to flow. You look to August, waiting for him to take his turn to confess his feelings. He just rolls his eyes. 

“All this sappy shit. Yes, I love you. This is probably the only time you’ll hear me say it out loud, so soak it up while you can,” he grumbles. You bend down and give him a kiss on his pouting lips. 

“I love you, too.” you whisper as you move away from him. 

“All of you. I didn’t want to get too close at the beginning because I didn’t want to have to choose between you three, but thank god you suggested this. I know I’m going to be a little down in the coming time, but I appreciate each of you and everything you do for me as a team and as individuals. I don’t know where I’d be without you guys.” 

All three men wrap their arms around you like some kind of awkward python of arms and hair. You run one hand through Walter’s hair and the other down August’s back. Sy buries his face in your chest, and you send thanks to the divine universe for the beautiful men it has sent you.

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Mikey pulls up to his friend Evan’s house, aware of the gloom cloud hanging above his head. He’d called him as soon as he pulled out of the driveway at Walter’s, giving as little details as possible as to why he needed a place to crash. Evan was a great friend, but he didn’t need any more judgment today. He was already dreading calling his mother. How was he going to explain to her that he cheated on his girlfriend that he was sharing with his three older cousins? Up until today he wasn’t even sure it WAS cheating. I mean, you had the other three, why couldn’t he fuck other people too? 

But then a memory arises in his mind. It had only been a couple months since you had met him and the other three men, and you were freaking out in the cooler at work. It had taken him five minutes to get you calmed enough to tell him what had you in such a state. When you finally confessed that you had caught feelings for him and his cousins, and that you didn’t want to choose between them, he had the best idea. That night he mentioned a poly relationship to August and Sy, unknowing of his cousin’s history of sharing women. When he pitched the idea to Walter, the detective was reluctant. But it took one look at your face when they presented the idea to you to convince the bear to cave.

What Mikey wasn’t prepared for was the jealousy he would feel sometimes. It seemed some days that you treated him like he was still a kid, and the nickname Baby Face only made it worse. The way you talked to the older three like they hung the moon, and the way you let them dominate you. It emasculated him, you never let him top you. When he saw MaKenna at a party one night, and she started flirting with him, he felt good. She talked to him like he knew what he was doing, stroking his ego and he felt on top of the world. 

Looking back now, he knows he fucked up. He wished he could blame the alcohol, but he knew deep down that wasn’t an excuse.When you agreed to the poly proposal, you had sat everyone down for a deep discussion on the rules of the relationship and how to operate the slippery slope of romance. You had pressed the seriousness of open communication. If anyone was having any issues, it needed to be talked over and worked  out. He just couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he was feeling. And now he may have lost you forever. 

He looks up from his steering wheel when he hears a tap on his window. Evan stands there, waving a hand to get his attention. He exits the car, avoiding Evan’s questioning gaze as he gathered his things and followed his friend into the house. He sets his bag on the couch, a deep sigh leaving his chest. He hears Evan say something but didn’t pay attention to his words. He sat down and reached into his bag for his computer when he noticed he had packed one of your shirts that must have gotten mixed in with his laundry somehow. He brings it up to his face and takes a whiff. It still smells like you even after going through the wash and he’s surprised to feel the tears burn his eyes. 

That’s how Evan finds him when he walks back in from the kitchen with two beers in hand. Mikey wasn’t one to show much emotion outside of excitement and horniness, so to see him crying really threw his friend for a loop.

“Hey, man, you okay?” he sets the two bottles on the coffee table and moves to sit beside Mike. As an EMT he’s used to having to de-escalate a situation, but this was different somehow. 

“I cheated on Y/N,” Mike gets out once he calms down. Evan raises his brows in surprise. He couldn’t lie and say he was shocked. He knew exactly the kind of guy Mike was and exactly the woman you were. He told Mike once that he thought he was too immature for someone like you. You were a grown ass woman, not the little girls Mikey liked to play around with. You had your shit together, a good job and your own place, paid your own bills and never really asked for nor needed help. He had expressed his concerns when Mike had told him you accepted his offer to be shared with his cousins. But alas, Mikey didn’t listen. It took all the willpower Evan had in him not to say ‘I told you so’. 

“With who?” he whispered. Getting loud and angry would do his friend no good right now. 

“That MaKenna chick, the one you met at the party that one time.” Evan racked his brain, shifting through faces and names. Mike had introduced him to plenty of chicks over the last two years of their friendship. 

“Is she the little redhead that worked at the bar with Y/N? The one who got fired for fucking a customer on the clock?” 

“Is that why they fired her?” Mikey looked up. 

“Yeah, man. My brother was there that night, said she ran out of the bar screaming and cussing everyone out. She may have also been drinking on the job.” Fuck, he had alot of apologizing to do. 

“Look, I’m your friend, and as your friend it’s my responsibility to tell you when you fucked up. And I love you, bro, but you’re fucking stupid. What was going through your head, man?” 

Mike wanted to be offended, but somewhere deep inside he was glad to have a friend who called him out on his shit. 

“I don’t know, man. We were at this party and I was drinking and Y/N has been so busy with work and caught up in the other guys that it just felt like I didn’t exist anymore, ya know? And then when we do have sex, she’s always in control. It made me feel….” he trailed off. Evan nods his head, encouraging him to continue. 

“I just felt like she saw me as some little kid she could play with, and never took me as seriously as she did them. I wasn’t a man in her eyes. And then MaKenna showed up and I just didn’t think. Now I may have lost her for some community pussy.” 

Evan laughed at the last sentence, fully aware the same could be said of Mikey. 

“Listen. You stay here for a few days, let her calm down, and figure out your own shit while you’re at it. And maybe get some ice for your face cause brother, she left her mark.”  Mikey reaches up and touches his still stinging cheek. 

“Leave it, let it be my reminder that I’m an idiot.” 

“If you say so, man. But it’s turning purple so better go find some make up at the drug store before people start asking if you’ve been abused.” 

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The next few days flew by in a blur. You’d had picked up extra shifts just to keep your mind focused on work and not Mikey. The three older men never really let you have a moment to yourself. If you were at work, they were sat at the very end of the bar. If you were at home, you had at least one wrapped around you and another lurking somewhere in the house. You didn’t mind, really. You had done enough crying over Mike. You, however, didn’t let them see the anxiety eating at you as the days drew closer to Mikey coming back to the house. Walter had tried to reassure you that everything would be fine, but you knew it would be so awkward. Sy had offered to move in with you, to which August protested that there wouldn’t be enough room because he’d be damned if he wasn’t moving in too. You let them bicker for an hour before shutting down the idea in general. 

Sy had made sure August had taken you out for the day when Mikey had finally come back to the house. He didn’t deserve to even be in your presence. When the younger man walked through the door, Sy had given him a dirty look before going into the kitchen to start on a dinner he had been dying to have you try. Mike just nodded his head in acceptance before moving to lock himself in his bedroom. He was in there for an hour before he heard your laugh coming in through the front door. He had to physically restrain himself from running out to greet you, instead putting on his noise cancelling headphones and closed his eyes, praying for the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

It went on like this for weeks. If he happened to run into you around the house, you would avoid looking at him and run to another room, usually followed by Sy or August. Walter had picked up a new case and had barely been home. If Mike went to the bar with the guys, you would have the other bartender serve him.

Watching Sy and August love up on you was torture. It was like they were being extra affectionate just to tease him, looking right in his eyes when giving you a deep kiss or long hug. The worst was when he would hear you three at night, his room being right under the bed. Your cries of pleasure haunting him in his dreams. 

It was getting towards the end of September, the weather was starting to get chilly and his classes were kicking his ass. He had resorted to moving in with Evan just so he could sleep. Walter had finally convinced you to move in, despite the tension between you and Mike. It hadn’t been an easy fight.

“Walt, baby, I really don’t think it’s a good idea. I still can’t even talk to him, living here is just going to make it worse.” you protest. It was on a rare night that he had come home from work and all three men had taken their turn ravishing you to exhaustion. You lay naked on your back in the middle of the bed, Sy half asleep with his face on your chest, August getting water and snacks in the kitchen, and Walter standing in the doorway to the bathroom towel drying his hair. 

“But your lease is coming up, baby, and they’re going to raise your rent. What are you going to do, if you can’t renew it and can’t afford it?” Sy whispers against your breast. 

“I can find another apartment, Sy.” 

“Besides, Mike moved in with his friend, Evan.” If it wasn’t for Sy’s heavy body keeping yours pinned to the bed, you would have sat straight up. 

“When?” you ask.

“A couple days ago. Said he couldn’t stand being in this house anymore, he couldn’t sleep.” 

You both turn when you hear August coming up the stairs with his arms full. You took note of your favorite cookies and some waters. He takes one to Walter, before moving to sit on your other side and feeding you a bite of cookie. 

“I just hope this doesn’t cause any problems with you guys and his mom…” you trail off. Walter had told you about Liza’s phone call when Mike told her what happened. You knew your boys probably got an earful, but eventually she came to understand her son was the one in the wrong. That still didn’t save them from the scolding over the idiocracy of their poly relationship. 

They didn’t care though. It wasn’t her relationship, therefore her opinion didn’t matter. 

“Liza will get over it. You, my dear, are OUR priority. Mikey moved out of his own freewill and you need a place to live. You can have Mikey’s old room, if you’re worried about losing a space to call your own.” Tears come to your eyes. God, you love them so much. 

“Yeah, you can put all your witchy shit in there,” Sy says. All of you just laugh and carry on with your night. 

August and Sy had helped you pack your apartment and, with a little help from Geralt, who had recently started spending time with your little group, had moved you in with your polycule. You sold most of your furniture aside from your dressers and mattress. Walter had even set up a space around the house for your cat, happy to have a free mouse catcher for when the rodents invaded during the snowy months. Everything was going great, you had your boys, work was banging so you had some extra cash in your pocket. Soon the sting from Mikey’s betrayal ebbed away to a dull throb. 

It was mid-October when shit really hit the fan. The band at work was super popular around the local community and everyone was getting lit. Your boss had given you the night off per your request, but you just couldn’t seem to stay away from work, even off the clock. You had dressed up extra nice tonight, donning an outfit that showed off all your goodies. Sy and August had been to the barber a few days before and looked so yummy. Walter had opted to take the night and spend time with Faye during her time off for fall break. You had invited Geralt but he said the loud noises would mess with his sensitive ears. 

After grabbing drinks and saying hi to your friends in the band, you take a seat at a table with the guys, talking to some regulars and friends. The night was going great, for at least an hour. Until Mikey walked in. Just seeing him pissed you off again. You made eye contact for just a split second before turning away, giving him the cold shoulder. Nothing gets past your two soldiers though, and both men clock onto their younger cousin making his way through the crowd. Sy slings one arm around your shoulders and August moves to block you into the booth, stuck between the two beefcakes. You keep your face forward, your focus solely on the band. 

‘Fuck she looks good’ Mikey thinks. You had put on his favorite teddy, tits pushed almost to your chin, tucked into a pair of jeans so tight they might as well have been painted on. Your hair was curled and wild, and your make up was done in his favorite style. He missed the nights of watching the mascara run down your face from choking on his….. He shakes his head, starting to regret coming out tonight. One of your coworkers had told him you had taken the night off, and he was in the mood to drink himself stupid. He hadn’t spent a night sober since he moved out. He can’t even self pleasure any more, the guilt killing his sex drive. He refused to look at women. Not when the one he wanted was so close yet so far away.  He tries ignoring the glares being sent to him from Sy and August. They hadn’t forgiven him for his mistake. To be honest, he hadn’t exactly forgiven himself. 

When the band goes on break, you extract yourself from your loving bodyguards to go to the restroom. Locking yourself in the large stall, you turn your back to lean against the wall, taking a deep breath, before doing your thing and leaving the bathroom. You sneak out the door to the back patio quickly, before Sy or August can see you. You loved them deeply, but the past couple weeks they have been a tad overbearing. You move past all the smokers and into the back parking lot, taking in the cold air, letting it freeze/burn your lungs. 

The healing you had done the past few weeks seemed to fly out the window at seeing him again. You missed him. You hated it, but you missed him so much. The stupid faces he would make when you were in a bad mood. The puppy dog eyes he would give you when asking for a bite of your food. The way he vigorously rubbed his face in your chest when he was tired and acting like a toddler. The memories cause tears to sting your eyes, and you put your fingers under your eyes to keep your makeup from running. 

A cough from behind brings you back to the present, turning to find Mikey standing behind you. He had his head down, rubbing the back of his neck and scuffing his foot on the ground. It pleased and pained you to see him looking so rough. He was always pale, but his skin was almost gray. His hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in days and his clothes were rumpled. He looked like shit, and you loved it and hated it in a strange emotional paradox. 

“Hey,” you whisper, and your heart breaks all over again. The circles under his eyes wouldn’t have been covered by the best concealer in the world. You just want to pull him into you and love every ounce of pain out of his eyes. But he broke your trust and you have to stand your ground. 

“Hi,” he whispers back. It’s tense for a moment, and you’re wishing you would have snuck your pack of smokes into your purse without August seeing. All of them knew you had your vices, but August was adamant about breaking this specific bad habit. As if reading your mind, Mikey hands you a cigarette, and you take it with a quiet ‘thank you’. He lights it for you, and you both look each other in the eye before turning away again.

“Mikey-”

“I-” 

You both speak at the same time, before smiling softly at each other. You motion for him to start first, anxious to hear what he has to say. 

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. What I did was wrong and I really hurt you. Nothing can excuse what I did, but if it’s any consolation, I feel like shit,” he clears his throat, and avoids eye contact with you. 

“You look like shit,” you huff. He throws his head back and barks a laugh. His shoulders shake and you know it’s not because he finds anything funny. 

“Thank you, Sweetcheeks.” You smile at his nickname. 

“Seriously, Mikey, are you okay? You look like you haven’t seen the sun in weeks.” 

“No, babes, to be honest I’m not. I can’t sleep without drinking half a bottle a night, I don’t think I’ve had a solid meal in two weeks, and my sex drive is completely gone. Hell, I can’t even masturbate!” The more he talks, the more manic he sounds until he shouts that last sentence, drawing the eyes of some customers walking by. You slap your hand to your face to hide from embarrassment. 

“Sorry. But yeah, I’m not okay. But I brought this on to myself,” he mumbles. You would disagree, but you can’t. He made his decision, now he can lay in the bed he made. 

“You look great, though. They must be taking good care of you,” he says almost bitterly. 

“Yes, they are. I’m actually using your old room as an art studio.”

“Wow. That’s great.” You just nod your head. And then it really processes in your head, and you can’t help the petty happiness that fills you at the thought of him not being able to get it up. Your face must give away how you’re feeling.

“What?” Mikey asks.

“Would it be shitty of me to say it pleases me immensely that your dick isn’t working right now?” Now Mikey really laughs, from deep in his belly and full of mirth. You start laughing with him, and when you make eye contact, it only seems to amuse you further. Soon you both are wiping tears and holding your stomachs. 

“No, babe, I wouldn’t fault you at all for taking pleasure in my pain. Matter of fact, if my suffering makes you happy, I will do it gladly.” You roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but damn it if that wasn’t what made you fall in love with him to begin with. 

“I can admit I miss you, too, Mikey. But don’t think that this simple conversation is going to make everything magically better. You have a lot of trust to build back up, and not just with me.” You warn him. His eyes light up, and like a trick of the shadows around you, his skin almost seemed to glow back to life. 

“I’ll do whatever you want, Sweetcheeks. I promise, I won’t so much as LOOK at another woman. You won’t regret this.” His body jerks forward, arms open to hug you before he hesitates. You open your arms in acceptance, ready to move past this awkwardness and be with your Mikey again. After a long few minutes of just soaking in each other after weeks apart, you move back and wipe your eyes once more. A gust of wind blows around you and sends a shiver over your naked shoulders and back.   

“Let’s get you inside, Sweetcheeks,” Mikey says, shrugging off his zip up jacket and throwing it over your shoulders. You both move to go back inside just as the door opens and August and Sy come barreling out. August glares at the cigarette still in your hand while Sy shoots a dirty look at Mike’s jacket around you. 

“Uh oh, Mikey, we should probably put out the smokes. Here comes Captain Killjoy and Agent Sourpuss,” you giggle. 

“Careful, Sweetcheeks, they’re likely to punish you,” he jokes back. Two sets of cerulean eyes study you and Mikey closely. August looks ready to murder the younger man, while Sy just looks confused.

“So what’s going on here?” the bull grumbles.

“Mike and I have had a conversation, and he has apologized,” you start slowly. You’re unsure just how well they will react to this news.

“So one little ‘I’m sorry’ and he’s just forgiven?” August seethes. You take a deep breath. You love your Scorpio man, but Lord did he test you.

“It’s not all magically fixed, no. We still need to have a very long talk, and it’s going to take a lot of work, but for right now, tonight, we are going to leave the past in the past, let go of any grudges,” you look pointedly to both men, “and go enjoy our friend Alex’s singing and eat some good food because you,” you turn to Mikey, “are skin and bones. Am I clear?” 

You had used what you call your ‘mom voice’, leaving no room for argument. All three men follow you back into the bar, Mikey sitting by the wall and letting you lock him into the booth. Things were going well until SHE walked in. That redheaded little hussy. It was a good thing Sy listened to you when you told him to keep you away from the whiskey. The last thing you needed was to go to jail tonight. None of the guys seemed to have noticed, so you chose to ignore it. 

At the next intermission, Mikey decided he’d take the opportunity to get another round for the table. You kept your eyes stuck to him the entire time, launching yourself from the booth when you see MaKenna walk up to Mikey. He glances at her before looking around the room nervously. Sy and August follow but stay a few feet away. You sidle up to Mikey and wrap an arm around his waist and using the other hand to bring his face down to yours and sealing a deep kiss to his lips. You open your mouth and make a show of mingling your tongue with Mike’s, letting this bitch know he’s yours. Mikey follows you as you pull away, whining low in his throat when you break the kiss. You then turn to the girl beside you.

“Oh, hi. I forgot you existed,” you say. She’s looking between you and Mikey, very confused.

“I didn’t know you and Mike were dating,” she says. You narrow your eyes at her, knowing she was lying. She knew damn well what she did. 

“MaKenna was just trying to hook up with me again. I was just telling her no,” Mikey rushed to tell you. The last thing he needed after making up with you was you thinking he hadn’t changed. The only acknowledgement you give him is a hum and a nod. 

“Yeah, after he fucked you he realized he needed a real woman. I’m surprised you even have the guts to show up here after being fired the way you were. You really must feel no shame,” the venom dripping from your tongue could kill a horse, but damn if it wasn’t sexy. Mikey was trying so hard to hide the tightening in his jeans. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” the smaller female starts. 

“Oh, please. You got caught fucking another woman’s man, again, on the clock. And when his girlfriend showed up to kick your ass, it caused drama that didn’t need to be started here at work. You think you would have learned from that, but apparently you have no sense of self-preservation. I suggest you start looking for something safe to do, because I won’t be as nice as the last girl. You got lucky a bouncer was able to convince her not to knock your teeth in, but the bouncers here love me and would highly encourage it. So find someone else to fuck with, before that butterface of yours gets permanently damaged.” 

All three of your boys groan. Seeing you so riled up was so hot, and they knew hearing you threaten someone shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was. The girl in front of you flinches before walking away from you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath through your nose. You’re typically not a confrontational person, but it felt so good to put someone in their place. And to do it without laying a hand on her. 

“That was hot as fuck,” Mikey says behind you. You chuckle, turning back to flash him a flirty smile before grabbing his hand and moving to go grab the other two. The lust you see in August’s eyes sets you aflame. Sy just looks giddy, like a child. He knows exactly what’s about to happen. After grabbing your things and saying your goodbyes, feeling smug as you watch MaKenna move around the bar to avoid you. You pay out your tabs, leaving generous tips for the bartender and leaving with promises to fill her in on all the dirty details later. Gossip makes the work shift go by faster and Monday night was gonna be a HOT, tea party. 

You almost run to Sy’s truck, August following closely behind to his car parked in the next spot over. Sy barrels past his cousin and quickly grabs you, turning you around and grabbing your cheeks in both hands. He tilts your head back and stares deeply into your eyes.

“I hate every bitch that isn’t you, you absolute fucking goddess.” he rumbles. The absolute desire radiating from his bulky form affecting the other two men. You giggle almost manically as he kisses you sloppily. You can taste the Jack he’s been drinking all night.  He smacks his lips when he pulls away, reaching down to slap your ass before turning and climbing into his Chevy. August chuckles at his cousin’s antics, turning and unlocking his car. Mikey opens the door to the truck for you, helping you in by pushing under your asscheeks. It’s almost like your lovers had an obsession or something. 

August eyes the actions closely, still suspicious of his younger cousin’s motives. Mikey catches his eye and looks down to the ground. You notice and give August a pointed look that said ‘stop it’. He couldn’t help it. It was his job to protect you, even from emotional pain. You stare even harder until  he softens his expression. 

“August, do you mind giving Mike a ride back home with us?” you say so sweetly it almost rotted his teeth. He huffs at you and you give him the bedroom begging eyes. The same eyes you give him when……. God damn it. You really knew how to get under his skin. He rolls his eyes to try to hide just how much you affect him.

“Fine. See you back at the house.” Mike hesitated, but moved when you poked him in the ribs and motioned for him to get in the car before shutting yourself in the truck, kicking your feet up on the dash. The Chevy rumbles to life and Sy peels out, leaving a trail of smoke in the parking lot. August rolls his eyes at the unnecessary display of masculinity. ‘Dumb country boy’. 

The ride is silent and awkward, Mike fidgeting with his hoodie strings and bouncing his legs. August kept his focus on the road, ignoring the anxiety vibrating off the younger man. Ten minutes felt like an eternity. When they pulled in the drive, Mike finally felt like he could breathe. Sy had just turned off the truck when August put the car in park. You hopped out of the driver’s side, hair sticking out sideways and your lipstick smudged. Sy follows, mouth and cheeks red from your make out session. August rolls his eyes. 

“Impatient asshole.” Sy just shoots him a smug smile. You giggle and reach up to kiss your agent, knowing he was just grumpy cause Sy got to have you first. He hums in satisfaction as you pull away, picking you up and walking you into the house. You take note of Walter’s car parked in the garage and try to wiggle out of August’s arms to go greet your other lover. Mike follows hesitantly, hands deep in his pockets and dragging his feet on the ground. The past several times he’s been in this house hasn’t exactly been pleasant. 

August finally relents and lets you down. As soon as your feet hit the floor you’re on your way up the stairs, almost tripping in your haste. A strong arm wraps around your waist to catch you, and you mumble a thank you without looking at who it is and continuing your way up to the detective. He’s laying in bed with a case file in his hand, one arm behind his head. His hair is wet and he’s only in boxers. He looks up when you come in through the door, eyes light and a flush in your cheeks. 

“You’re home early, and it looks like you had a good time. You’ve been absolutely ravished” You climb onto the bed, the alcohol finally catching up to you. 

“I did! Mikey apologized and came home with us. Sy is at fault for the ruined lipstick.” The detective raises his brows in surprise. 

“That’s great, Love.” he says, getting distracted by the three men filing into the room behind you. He makes eye contact with the youngest man, giving him a nod in greeting. Mike nods back, at least Walter isn’t as intimidating as August. 

“And then that bitch showed up at the bar, that’s why we came home early,” you growl. Walter looks confused before Sy happily clarifies. The detective thought it odd his cousin was so excited to relay the news that the girl who Mike had cheated on you with had shown up to ruin your night. 

“She tried hooking up with me again. Sweetcheeks, I didn’t tell you about her flirting with me so you would threaten her.” Mike explains. Walter raises his brows further and looks at you pointedly. Sometimes you forget he’s actually a cop. 

“I didn’t threaten her! I told her she needed to find something safe to do, that’s just giving good advice.” you grumble.

“And it was so sexy when she did it.” Sy exclaims. Well, that explains that. You flush at the praise, tingles running down your spine. Walter chances a look at August, and the memory of you, the deadly venom in your tone, as you threatened the smaller girl just fed the flames. The lust in the agent’s eyes and the giddiness from Sy sparks something in Walter as well. You quickly catch on to the energy change in the room, biting your lip and making eye contact with each man. Mikey is unsure, though. You had just forgiven him for sleeping with someone else. Would you even want him to touch you? You notice his hesitation, beckoning him forward with a crook of your finger. He knows that look, and he’s happy to let you be in charge again. 

He kneels at the foot of the bed, hands laid flat on his thighs, head down in submission. You hum in satisfaction, crawling to get closer to him, ass in the air and hips swaying back and forth. You hear a chorus of groans ring around the room, but keep your focus on the boy in front of you. 

“Poor Mikey. He confessed to me earlier that he’s been having trouble getting it up here lately, boys.” 

“Serves him right,” August spits. You want to roll your eyes at the hostility, but know that would only lead to a paddling later. 

“But he’s apologized, Auggie. It’s time to move past it, don’t you think he’s suffered enough?” It took Mike a moment to remember the dynamic at play here. You submitted to August, and he submitted to both of you. He could only imagine the hell he had coming in his near future. 

“By the universe, sure. But I think you have been too lenient on him, Kitten.”

“Agreed.” That comes from Sy. You turn behind you to look at Walter, who gives his nod in agreement to the other two. 

“So what do you suggest I do?” Sy shrugs.

“That’s up to you, Sugar. You’re in charge here.” You contemplate for a moment before an idea pops into your head. Mike gulps as he watches a sinister smile bloom across your lipstick smeared mouth. The deviant look in your eyes lets him know he’s in for a long night. 

“Your punishment, Baby Face, is to look but not touch.”

Oh yeah, he’s well and truly fucked. 

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You flop back onto the bed, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. Sy groans beside you, just as sweaty and breathless. Walter leans his back against the headboard, and August and Mikey are curled together on your naked thighs. One solid hour of sex and passion had sobered you up. As the endorphin high slowly subsides, you move to get up, attempting to extract yourself from the pile of skin and hair and sweat. 

“And where do you think you’re going?” Sy grumbles.

“I have to pee, let me up.” you grumble. August and Mike groan as they move off you, Walter giving you a hand to keep your balance as you stand on the mattress and maneuver your way off the bed and to the bathroom. You start the shower, not enjoying the sticky feeling of sweat and cum drying on your skin. Once deemed warm enough, you step under the spray and the let water wash over you. 

You close your eyes and turn to wash your face. Now sober, and in a post-nut clarity state of mind, you think about Mikey and just how easily you gave into him tonight. The boys were right, you were too lenient. You said you needed to talk, but what would you say? You had already told him he hurt you, and that was still needing to be further discussed, but you also wanted to know why. You let out a deep sigh and run a hand down your face. 

You flinch when you feel an arm wrap around you, turning to find Walter giving you a worried look.  You give him a small smile, turning back into the water to finish scrubbing the make up from your face, before turning to grab your body wash. He stops you, grabbing the soap and your loofah before gently starting to wash your chest. You hum, closing your eyes and leaning back to let the water flow through your hair. 

“What were you thinking about, Love?” Walter asks softly, causing you to open your eyes. 

“Mikey, and the talk we all need to have.” you whisper. “Just don’t know how I want to go about it.”

“You want to talk it through with me? Help process your thoughts before going in blind?” you huff a laugh out of your nose, before nodding. 

“I want to know why he did it, but at the same time, I’m scared to really find out.” He nods his head, putting his hands on your shoulders to turn you so he can start washing your back. 

“I’m also confused on how to get over the hurt. The anxiety and that little voice whispering in my ear that he’s going to do it again.” You feel him hum as he starts to massage your shoulders, releasing the knots in your neck. 

“Unfortunately, my dear, that little voice may never go away. But Michael put that voice there, and if he’s truly sorry and serious about being with you again, he will work very hard to chase that little voice away.” You nod, understanding what he’s saying, and you appreciate his wisdom, but it does little to ease the heaviness in your chest. Your thoughts are interrupted when Sy burst into the shower.

“Y’all are having a party in here and didn’t invite me?’ he says, fake offense on his bearded face. You chuckle and roll your eyes.

“It’s a shower therapy session, Captain. Just working through some thoughts and feelings.” He raises his eyebrows, not expecting that retort. 

“Well, make room. I need to wash off.” he pushes into the small space. Walter grunts while you giggle, rinsing the last of the soap off and slipping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. You can hear the two men in the shower bickering but pay no mind as you make your way to the bedroom to steal one of Walter’s sweaters. You take note that the bedsheets have been removed and the other two men are no longer in the room. 

After drying off and getting dressed in the sweater, some panties, and knee high socks to keep your legs warm, you move to go downstairs where you knew August would be putting together after care snacks. Walter and Sy are leaving the bathroom as you head to the bathroom door, stopping to give them both a kiss before leaving the room and going downstairs. 

As you had predicted, August was in the kitchen, pajama bottoms hanging off his delectable hips, putting together sandwiches and juice. Sometimes you think he took the nickname “Daddy” too seriously. You look to your right to see Mike in the laundry room, pulling out clean bedsheets and a bigger comforter. This leaves you puzzled, Mikey never did chores. As if he can read your thoughts, he looks up and gives you a sheepish smile. 

“Just trying to help out.” he mumbles. You just nod your head, your brain still trying to compute what it was seeing. You must have looked like a SIM, just standing there staring. You snap back into reality when August clears his throat, giving you a look of confusion. 

“Yes, Daddy?’ you say. It was almost instinctual at this point to call him that at home. He just simply smirks, before grabbing your hand and moving you to sit at the kitchen island in front of a plate of food. You start to salivate at the sight of a sandwich and fruit. He puts a bottle of water beside the plate before kissing your forehead and moving to put together plates for everyone else. 

You munch quietly on your fruit, mind going back to the conversation you’re going to have to have with your four boys. Walter and Sy were easy to talk to, giving you the space to freely and safely speak about how you feel. The strength that radiates from them giving you a sense of peace, leaving you unafraid of your feelings. You didn’t have to tell August what was on your mind. He had an uncanny ability to guess how you’re feeling most times. ‘You can’t control your face, Baby Girl.’

You lift your head up from your snack when you hear Walter and Sy come thundering down the stairs. Both are dressed just as August, leaving you in a sea of man titties and hair. This is the closest to Heaven you will ever get and you can die a happy woman secure in that knowledge. Immediately Sy goes to a plate of food, grumbling a thank you to August in between bites. Walter takes a plate and sits beside you on a stool. August and Sy are standing against it on the opposite side, and you see Mikey shuffle his feet to your other side. 

“Guys, we need to talk.” you say. Walter doesn’t react, August and Sy just blink, but you feel Mikey tense up beside you. He knew it was coming still. He just didn’t think you would do it so quickly after what just happened upstairs. He hadn’t even thought about what he was going to say to the other guys. Hell, you didn’t know how to even begin. Now that you’re thinking about it, this probably should have been a one on one talk with Mikey.

“I know that things aren’t going to be the way it was before,” you start. You don’t have to clarify what you meant by before. Just that word alone is enough to drive a knife through Mikey’s heart. You didn’t look at him directly, but he knew you were talking to him. The three older men stay quiet, letting you get what you need to off your chest. August’s sharp attention to detail doesn’t fail to notice the sweat starting to bead on Mikey’s forehead. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you are about to ask.

“Why, Mikey?” your voice cracks, pushing your plate away and looking up at him with tears in your eyes. A lump formed in his throat and he didn’t know what to say for a minute. He didn’t know how to tell you it was because he felt like less of a man in your eyes compared to the other three. How could he tell you he was insecure and emotionally immature and he doesn’t want you to look at him with pity. 

“I…” he voice cracks. You raise your brows, anticipating his answer. 

“Was it something I did? Something I said?” you croak. This pisses Sy off.

“Don’t go blaming yourself, Darlin’. Mike made the decision to do what he did, no matter what you did or said to him,” he almost barks. You turn to him, seeing his face and chest starting to turn red with anger. You just nod, making eye contact with August who just gives a nod in agreement. You turn back to Mikey.

“He’s right. I could have just talked to you about what I was feeling.” 

“What were you feeling?’ Walter asks. If he could get Mikey talking about it, the sooner it unburdens you.  

“Emasculated, ignored,” he mumbles. “I just, you call me Baby Face, and it made me feel like you see me as a kid, not a man like these three,” he motions to the others. 

“That’s because you are a kid,” Sy grumbles. You turn and give him a pointed look, telling him to shut the fuck up with your eyes. 

“He’s right, Baby Cakes, I am. It took me moving out and doing some self-reflection, to realize I’m not yet a man. Hell, I can’t even grow facial hair yet!” You all chuckle, fully aware of just how virile it makes the other three look. “I just, felt like less of a man. But those weeks apart showed me how little I really know and just how much I still have to learn about being, not just a good man, but a good man for you.” You nod along, listening intently and understanding where he’s coming from.

“I wasn’t aware of just how jealous I was going to feel about sharing you. It was like everytime I wanted alone time with you, one of the others needed you more.” 

“That’s understandable, but baby you have to tell me when you’re feeling neglected like that,” you say, reaching out to grab his hand in yours. You bring it up to your mouth for a kiss, before setting it back down on the counter.

“It’s not that hard, really. Pick one night a week when she can be all yours,” that comes from August, face stoic as ever. Mikey wanted to get an attitude, but remembered that he should be taking the advice.

“Or just tell us when you want some one on one time, we’ll give you a couple hours,” Sy says. 

“And jealousy is normal, but you gotta talk to me, Mikey,” you say, bringing his attention back to you. “I’m sorry my nickname made you feel that way, I can find other nicknames to call you.”

“You can call me whatever you want, baby. I realized it doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you.”

“But why her?” you ask. It was bad enough that he cheated, but with someone you had told him made you feel insecure. 

“I don’t know. She showed up at a party one night, and some petty part of me wanted to make you feel the same way watching you with them made me feel. It was immature and wrong.” A part of you could understand that. You were young and immature once too, and you could go from pretty to petty with one letter. 

“Do you understand what that did to her?” August says. He wants to yell, but the look on your face says he needs to be calm. Mike shakes his head. In all of his self-reflection, he considered he had hurt you but didn’t think to what extent. 

“You almost killed her self-esteem. It took me two weeks just to get her to be comfortable with being naked, just with herself. She didn’t leave bed for anything other than work for a month. Hell, Geralt wasn’t able to touch her for a week because she couldn’t stop crying, and you know how he feels about emotions.” Sy says.

“Geralt is coming around?” Mike says. 

“That’s not the point,” Walter chimes in. 

“Right. Baby, I’m sorry,” Mikey starts. You just shake your head. 

“It’s okay. I’m glad you were honest with me. Just, PLEASE, start talking to me about how you feel. Communication is the only way this is going to work,” you have to emphasize the last sentence heavily. He nods his head furiously. You open your arms for a hug, Mikey wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. 

“Though, I do have one request,” he trails off. You hum, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“Can I top you at least twice a week?” 

You blink, before bursting out laughing, breaking the hug and leaning back onto Walter as your body shakes. You can feel him laughing behind you, and hear Sy chuckling. August rolls his eyes, typical Mikey. 

“Anything you want, Baby Boy. I love you, thanking you for talking to me,” you say, leaning over and giving him a deep kiss. He kisses you back just as lovingly. He pulls back, gazing at you adoringly before turning to his older cousins. 

“I’m sorry to you guys, too. I was the one who brought up this whole arrangement not knowing just what it would take to maintain it.” 

August just nods, not having fully forgiven him for what he did to you, he couldn’t care less about a slight done to himself. Walter and Sy just mumble “it’s okay.”

“But I want to thank you, too. Thank you for cleaning up my mess and taking the best care of her. I really owe you guys,” he rubs the back of his neck, unsure how they would respond to that. 

“Well, we took care of her because we love her, that’s what you do when you love someone, you take care of them,” Walter says. You smile at that, full of love for your big grump. 

“And I plan on making it up to her every day.” he looks deep into your eyes, hoping to really drive home his promise. You smile and cup his face, thumb caressing his cheek. He turns and kisses your palm, before putting his hand over yours and lacing your fingers together. The tender moment is broken by your wide yawn. Sy claps his hands.

“Alright, Little Girl, bed time!” he moves around the island to pick you up, never letting you release Mikey’s hand. Sy carries you upstairs, your arm slung over his shoulder to keep your fingers locked with Mike’s. August starts cleaning the kitchen while Walter puts together the bedsheets Mike had dropped when you started your talk. Sy keeps you in his arms as Walter makes the bed, Mike just staring at you, so thankful for your graciousness.

As soon as the bed is finished, Sy lays you gently in the middle, letting Mike take his place by your side in the bed. Just as Walter was going to climb in with you, his phone rings. You groan, knowing a phone call this late can only mean he’s got another lead on his case. He gives you a quick kiss before moving to the closet and answering his phone. As predicted, he gets dressed in jeans and his sweater, pulling his boots on before giving you one more kiss and leaving the bedroom. You hear the door shut downstairs and send up a prayer to any deity that will listen to keep him safe. 

You take the usual position, on your back so you can have one on each side and one on top of your chest. Mike is to your left and Sy decides he wants to be in between your legs tonight. August comes into the bedroom, turning off lights before climbing in to your right. Tucked in between three out of the four loves of your life, you drift into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks, surrounded by love and hair.

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𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

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Fakin' it

summary: To win back your ex-boyfriend, you decide to fake date your best friend. What could go wrong? 

warnings: vaginal fingering, oral (F/M, M/F ), protected vaginal sex, immature behavior by idiots in love

word count: 5,5k

A/N: Okay, this is silly and immature, but it's fun. Or maybe I have just watched too much of "The summer I turned pretty"...

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“Hey sweetcheeks, what happened?” You hadn’t noticed Mike getting up to your retreat in the old tree house in the backyard of your home.

“Go away, Mike!” you told him, hastily brushing your tears off your cheeks. You really didn’t need him around you right now. Mike would try everything that he could to make you laugh. Like he always did. But you wanted to be miserable.

Your boyfriend just told you that he is seeing someone else. That it’s getting serious, so it would be only fair to tell you. Like, maybe it would have been better to tell you right from the start that you weren’t exclusive? You were making plans to build a life with this guy, and he was making plans of how to screw other girls without you noticing, it seems.

“Hey, someone there?” Mikey waved his hand in front of your eyes. Apparently, he had been talking to you while you drifted back to the moment where your life got shattered.

“Sorry,” you said, another sniffle following. “Dave told me that he has a new girlfriend. And he’s serious with her, so he doesn’t want to see me anymore.” New tears rolled down your cheeks.

Mike dropped to the floor next to you. “Wait, back to the start because my mind is playing tricks on me. Dave told you he has a girlfriend? Like another one, not you?”  Mike’s jaw was practically on the floor as he stared at you incredulously.

It almost made you laugh because he looked just so silly. Damn, that man really always made you feel better. But right now, you hated him for this.

“Can you just leave me alone and let me drown in my misery, Mike?” you asked him, but he didn’t move. 

“Not happening, princess!” He shook his head with a frown that should have made him look serious, but it didn’t work. Mike doesn’t do seriousness. In fact, he looked incredibly cute like this.

You accepted your fate and started talking about your night with Dave. Mike was surprisingly calm and just listened to your ramblings. After you finished with how you got home and ended up crying your soul out in the tree house, Mike wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. 

“How do you want me to kill him, sweetcheeks? Slowly and cruel? Or fast and gorey?” This time he actually managed to look serious but yet, it made you snort. 

“I actually would prefer getting him back.” you admitted, feeling totally stupid while doing so because you knew it was, in fact, totally stupid. But it was the truth. You were still in love with Dave. Even when you knew that he had treated you awfully.

Mike looked at you with an odd look on his face. “You really want that, do you?” he asked and you nodded. You felt ashamed, but you wouldn’t ever lie to your best friend. “Yes, I love him.”

Mike nudged your shoulder. “Then, we’ll get him back for you,” he told you determinedly. You must have looked at him like an idiot because he couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“We’ll make him so incredibly jealous that he won’t be able to think of anything else as how to get you back, sweetcheeks.”

“How would we get him jealous? It’s not like he didn’t know what he’d lose…” But Mike interrupted your sermon. 

“You’ll be dating a hot guy and making out with him whenever Dave is near you. He’ll be regretting every second that he didn’t make you feel like the only woman in the world.” A smug smirk that was so typical of Mike appeared on his face. But you could not comprehend what he was talking about. 

“Who the hell should I be dating? It's not like there’s a queue of hot guys waiting for me.” This idea was just stupid and for the first time in your life, Mike actually managed to make you feel worse than before.

But Mike didn’t let go of his idea. “Well, first of all, I am pretty certain that I would find some hot guys who’d love to participate in this. However, as we don’t want you to really be dating someone, I volunteer to take that part.”

Now that was too much. You burst out laughing. This silly idiot almost had you believe…. Then you looked into his face. He sat there, his eyebrows raised, a crooked smile, giving you his best version of puppy eyes. He was serious!

“No!” You shook your head insistently. Mike sank his chin on his chest, blinking at you through his lashes. “No, Mike! I'm not making out with you. That's gross!”

He grabbed his heart, pretending to be hurt. “So you don't think I'm hot?” he asked which you answered with an eye roll. 

“Mike, I have known you as long as I can think of. That would be just awkward. And let's be real, nobody would believe we would ever actually date.”

Mike pouted at you, and you weren't sure anymore if it was just play-pretend, or if he maybe really was hurt a little. 

“I am pretty sure half of our friends ask themselves why the hell we're NOT dating, sweetcheeks,” he pointed out. And he was probably right. Which didn't make it any less odd.

“I don't know, Mike. I don't want to risk our friendship with that. And we don't even know if it will work.” But Mike insisted that it was the best chance for you to win back Dave.

“And we're not risking anything, sweetcheeks. I've hugged and kissed you before. It's not that much different. Our friendship is strong enough to endure some making out sessions.”

You ran out of counterarguments, and so you ended that bizarre night by making plans for dates with your childhood friend.

The next few days you met Mike in your old tree house, making a battle plan for your fake relationship. 

You started with photos for social media. That was actually hilarious, and you ended up laughing so much that you even forgot the reason why you were making pictures of Mike and yourself sucking each other's faces. Mike was goofing around constantly, making faces between kisses and tickling you. 

“Ouch. Mike! Did you just bite into my cheek?” You rubbed your stinging face, trying your best to look at Mike as if you were about to murder him. “I call you sweetcheeks for a reason. You taste good. Couldn’t resist. You should be glad I was heading for your face.” He looked at you through his lashes and you couldn’t be mad at him for real. Instead, you swore to get revenge.

The next day you started a pretend Netflix and chill and in the end you had a great night, cuddling with Mike on your couch and watching your favorite horror movies. Mike started to throw popcorn at you until you finally had enough and you wrestled him down. You straddled him and gripped his wrists, making him punch himself in his face. When Mike tried to get free, both of you crashed down on the floor, the bowl of popcorn following you, and you ended up crying in laughter.

But then there was the first real challenge. Your friend's group wanted to spend the night at the beach. And you and Mike were supposed to have your first outing as a couple. You were nervous as hell. But at last, it wasn't that bad at all.

Mike was always very physical in showing affection, even as a friend. And so, it didn't feel too awkward to spend the evening in his lap, his arms wrapped tight around you. Even the small pecks he pressed on your cheek and temple felt good. 

And it worked, every time you checked on Dave you noticed him turning his eyes away from you. 

When it was getting late, Mike whispered in your ear: “We need to step it up a notch, Sweetcheeks.” Without any further explanation, he pulled your leg over his thighs, making you straddle him. He cupped your face with both of his hands and gave you a kiss like you had never experienced before. You noticed how your body reacted to Mike's ministrations, and you couldn't decide whether you wanted to make him stop it or just enjoy the tingling feeling. When he finally pulled away, you gasped.

“I never thought you'd be such a good kisser!” you said, and Mike proudly beamed at you.

For the rest of the evening you kept your position with your legs wrapped around Mike's waist and from time to time Mike acted in his best boyfriend manner, kissing you senseless, running his fingers up and down your skin or maybe even groping your butt. 

You didn't miss the look Dave gave you when Mike helped you to get up, and he walked you home, his arm wrapped tight around your waist. Even when you had brought enough distance between your friends at the beach and you, Mike didn't stop holding you tight and pressing some pecks on your cheek from time to time. He was so happy about how successful his show was and talked to you about it the whole way back to your homes. 

When you arrived at your porch, Mike pulled you close one last time and gave you another kiss that made your legs tremble.

“Mike, we're alone, you can stop pretending.” you scolded him, although you weren't able to suppress a giggle.

Mike let out a soft chuckle himself. “I'm method acting!” he told you, giving you one of his awkward winks before he turned to his own door. 

That night you didn’t get to sleep a lot. Your mind kept coming back to your evening. And you realized that you didn’t think of Dave even once. All you cared for was Mikey. How it had felt to be so close to him. How his kisses were messing with you. How your body reacted to him. That you wanted more of this.

It was time to start panicking! You were not supposed to feel this way! You should have known that this whole fake dating idea was stupid. But now it was too late. You were lying in your bed and dreamt about your best friend kissing you. 

You managed to spend three days without seeing Mike and it helped to get your head clear again. By now, you were sure it was just the drinks and the romantic bonfire setting that had tricked you into that stupid idea of having feelings for Mike. And then Mike’s head appeared in the door of the treehouse where you were reading. And you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Kimberly is celebrating her birthday in her dad's beach house this weekend,” Mike started as he dropped next to you. There was an odd expression on his face. Something was on his mind, and you had the feeling that you wouldn't like it.

“That's cool!” you said, suspiciously eyeing him. His smile widened and you knew you were right.

“What's the matter? You are planning something.” You attempted to look stern at him, though you were sure you failed at it. 

“Not planning anything, sweetcheeks. But Kimberly was making plans on where everyone was going to sleep. And as we're dating…”

Your heart was racing in your chest. You couldn’t freak out now. But you did. “No, Michael, we're not spending the night in one bed!” You pointed your finger at him. “You're going to call Kim and tell her we'll be needing separate rooms!” You couldn't be sleeping next to Mike. All these staged touches and kisses already messed up your feelings. That wasn’t going to end well.

Mike just frowned at you. “Sweetcheeks, everyone saw photos of us sharing the same bed. What do you want to tell them? That you're suddenly converted to some Christian purity cult?” He chuckled at the thought of it. “Aside from that, we've been sleeping in the same bed before.”

You rolled your eyes. “That was when we were twelve, Mike! Totally different circumstances…”

“Nothing changed. You were my best friend then and you are my best friend now. Sweetcheeks, why are you freaking out?”

You wanted to scream at him that everything had changed. Mike’s body had changed, your body had changed. Your feelings had changed, for fuck's sake. How could you not freak out? But saying all this wasn’t an option. Not now and not ever.  

“I won’t go then,” you decided, leading Mike to snap his eyes wide open and watch you in disbelief. 

“No! You can’t do that. We can’t miss that opportunity. Just think about it. All we have to do is sleep and Dave will be fuming.” He wasn’t wrong. 

A thousand thoughts were running through your brain: There was no way of getting out of this without making Mike suspicious anyway. And if you were careful enough, you could do this. You could spend the night with Mike in one bed. And then Dave would be running back to you, and you’d be with him and everything would be back to normal. 

“Promise me that you keep away from me,” you demanded. For Mike it must have appeared like you were furious and totally out of your mind. When in fact you were scared – and out of your mind.

“I won’t touch you, I swear!” Mike shook his head as he looked at you, a disappointed expression on his face. 

You didn’t talk much with Mike after that until the weekend was finally there and you packed your stuff for Kim’s party. Mike was standing in the door frame watching you as you stuffed everything in your backpack. 

“Swimsuit?” he reminded you, but you shook your head. “I won’t need one.”

“Sweetcheeks, there’s a pool, you’ll need one. Show Dave what he’s missing out. That gorgeous boobies need to be on full display.” 

‘It wasn’t unusual for Mike to talk like that. It’s just how he is. But this time you froze as he mentioned your chest. Deciding that it was better to just ignore it, you took your bikini out of your drawer and put it into the backpack. “Let’s go” you told Mike and pushed him to the side, so you could run down the stairs and escape his gaze.

When you arrived, Kim showed you your room so you could drop your bags. You stared at the twin size bed standing at the window and wanted to run. How were you supposed to fit in there with Mike? He was lean but he was also tall. He had wide shoulders, and a some nice butt. Damn! 

“Sorry, I know it’s small,” Kimberly said. “But I thought since you’re still so newly in love you wouldn’t mind…” 

Mike wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your temple. “Thanks, Kim. It’s perfect,” he answered. You wanted to smack him. Perfect? You were going to die tonight. Or maybe you’d kill him, that would solve the problem, too.

Dave wasn’t there yet, so at least you could enjoy the party while avoiding Mike as often as possible. You were chatting with your friends, watching the boys play beer pong, when Dave arrived, his new girl hugging his arm as if she were afraid to get lost. 

The next moment, Mike’s hands touched your waist and ran over your belly until you were in a tight hug. Mike whispered in your ear: “Here we go, showtime!” You held your breath, counted to ten and hoped that Mike didn’t notice the goosebumps that covered your whole body. 

From then on, there was no chance of avoiding Mike. He was constantly by your side. Touches, kisses. He was dancing with you. He even convinced you to change into your swimsuit and get into the pool. That’s where you were now. Your back pressed to the edge, you were caged between Mike’s thighs and arms. His face inches from yours. 

“It’s working, sweetcheeks. Did you see? Dave is staring all the time. And his girl isn’t amused.” Your heart was pounding and it had absolute nothing to do with Dave. All you could think of was how good it felt to be trapped by Mike, to feel his lips brush over yours. You needed to get away from this.

Determinedly, you pushed Mike’s arm to the side and climbed the ladder to get out of the pool. You were about to storm off somewhere where you were alone, so you could break down and cry. But then there was this girl in front of you.

“You can have him. I’m not dating this idiot just to watch him stare at your ass.” With that, she turned and ran down the stairs. You couldn’t do anything else than blink and stand there, frozen. You saw Dave getting up, for a moment he was looking at you as if was about to say something, but then he ran after his girlfriend.

Mike appeared by your side, pressing a kiss on your cheek. “Perfect timing, sweetcheeks. Looks as if you’d get what you wanted.” He smiled at you, but his eyes didn’t meet the expression. Instead, he looked as if he lost a game. And Mike was a sore loser.

You were still completely lost what was happening and what you should do. So you grabbed a bottle of cheap wine and finally ran off to the beach. You hadn’t even gotten to the first half of the bottle when Mike had found you. 

“What are you doing, sweetcheeks? Why are you acting like that? It’s been working out great, hasn’t it?” You sniffled into his chest.

“I don’t know, Mike. I feel like a bad person. Lying to everyone.” To be true, you hated that you were lying to him. The one person you could always tell anything. But you couldn’t tell him that. Which made you feel worse. What a great clusterfuck!

“You are wonderful! It’s a shame that it needs all these tricks to make others see it. But I know that you are. You’re as far away as it goes from being a bad person.” He pulled you up on your feet, hugging you one armed while taking the bottle from you with his other hand.

“Let’s get you back to the party. Maybe Dave is already waiting. I can improvise making a scene, so you can be with him.” Your stomach turned just by thinking about Mike splitting up with you. What the hell? You weren’t dating for real! That’s what you wanted. But you couldn’t stop thinking how much you’d hate to lose those moments with Mike.

He had left you in the garden and told you to wait while he was getting you some water. You looked around, trying to find something or someone to distract you from your thoughts.

And Kimberly was there to safe you. She stopped next to you with a grin.

“What a drama, hu? As if it is your fault that Dave is gawking at your ass. But at least that idiot was smart enough to run after his shrew. As if he could stand a chance against Mike. Everybody sees how perfect you are together. It was about time.” So much for getting distracted. You must have looked puzzled because Kim was pointing over to the pool. There was Dave sitting on a lounger, his girlfriend back in his lap. You started to laugh hysterically. 

Mike appeared next to and followed your eyes. He shook his head, biting back the comment that shouldn’t slip him as long as Kimberly was standing next to you. Instead, he took you in his arms and kissed your cheek. He walked you closer to the pool until you were standing right at the back of Dave.

“Hey, sweetcheeks. What do you think, Should we go to bed?” He nuzzled his nose into your neck and nipped at your ear. It felt so good, you weren’t able to form a word. So you just hummed in approval. Mike let go of you just to take your hand and guide you back to the house. He was watching Dave’s reaction as you passed him, but you couldn’t care less about Dave. You didn’t know what got into you, but there was only one thing in the world that you wanted and that was to be alone with Mike in that ridiculously small bed.

Mike was heading for the small en-suite first, then it was your turn. When you got back, he was standing in the middle of the room, wearing an old shirt and sweatpants. You looked down on yourself, your tank top and shorts a lot more revealing. 

Apparently, you had a totally wrong idea of how that night would end. And you couldn’t blame Mike. You had made him swear to leave you alone. And he was still absolutely clueless about what you felt for him. He was expecting an awkward night with his best friend, trying not to touch you without falling off the bed. And thinking about it, what in the hell had made you think that he’d want to spend the night with you in that way. For him this thought probably was as ridiculous and gross as it was for you - before you had started this whole mess. 

Mike’s eyes were staring at the carpet as you passed him to get into the bed. When you were settled in the corner, he followed you, trying his best to keep his distance, which was impossible. His shoulder rubbed at your arm and his knee was brushing over your calf. 

With a sigh, he turned to his side, looking at you with wide eyes. “You were right, it’s totally odd.” Both of you laughed, easing the tension that had built between you as soon as you had entered the room. 

And then it happened. You had no idea who started it, but suddenly Mike’s mouth was on yours. The touch of your tongues shot electric shocks through your body. You grabbed Mikes side and pulled him closer, grinding your hips against his. He moaned into your mouth as your soft chest pressed against his. The hands of you both were searching for skin, yours tugging on Mike’s shirt while his ran along the back of your thighs. Hastily you undressed each other. Relishing the feeling of his warm skin on yours, you found the courage to go for the last step. With hitched breaths, you reached out to touch his dick. Mike’s moan reverberated through the room and you were surprised he was this loud. But damn, it did things to you. You pressed his shoulder down, so he was on his back, and you made your way down his chest, along the soft tuft of hair until he was right in front of you. You wrapped your hand around his cock again and your tongue darted out to lick over his tip. Mike pressed another groan through his gritted teeth. 

“Damn, sweetcheeks, what are you doing?” You didn’t have any plans on answering him even if you hadn’t just put his dick in your mouth. Instead, you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft. You paid attention to every breath and every sound of Mike, trying to find all the little things that he liked. But soon you couldn’t focus anymore on him because his fingers had found its way between your legs and what he did there was making every thought of you blur. Now it was you moaning desperately around his cock, as he carefully tested what made you clench around his fingers. 

He pumped them in and out, curled to reach that spot that made you go insane. You felt your climax approaching so fast and then it washed over you. Your limbs giving in, you collapsed on the bed. But after caching your breath you got up again. You had noticed the condoms, casually placed on the nightstand. Kimberly surely was a great friend. You reached for one of them and opened the unruly foil package with your teeth. 

A look at Mike’s face told you that he wanted this as much as you did. So you rolled the condom over his cock and let yourself fall onto the mattress next to him. You guided him to lay between your widespread legs and Mike positioned himself at your entrance. Then Mike pushed forward and you felt him inside of you. The kiss he pressed onto your lips showed the desperation that he tried to hide in the slow and steady moves of his hips. But it didn’t take long until he couldn’t hold back any longer and his thrusts got harder and faster. You felt another climax built up in your core and begged him not to stop. And he didn’t. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, slamming his hips into your ass relentlessly until he felt you come undone around his cock. Only seconds after he found his own release, jerking as he spilled his seed into the sheath.

Mike planted a kiss on your forehead before getting up and going to the bathroom. He wasn’t away too long but when he got back he found you already asleep, completely exhausted by the overwhelming flood of emotions. 

So you didn’t notice how Mike lay awake for hours just watching you, thinking about everything that happened, everything he had felt for such a long time. You didn’t catch him brushing hair out of your face before he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You didn’t watch him as he peered at the incoming text on your phone. You didn’t see him leaving the room when the sun was rising and bathed your face in warm orange light.

When you woke up you knew that something was not the way it should have been. It took you a second to realize it was Mike who wasn’t by your side. For a moment, you wondered if you had drunken too much and just imagined the whole night. But moving your hips you felt the soreness that was proof enough that this wasn’t a dream. 

You got up, gathered your stuff and put on whatever clothes you found in your backpack. A bunch of eyes landed upon you as you rushed down the stairs. Kim and some more friends were already sitting at the kitchen island with oats and coffee. 

“Hey, are you okay? Where’s Mikey?” Kimberly asked, but you just shook your head and ran to the entrance, hoping that they hadn’t noticed the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

As you stood in the driveway, you saw that Mike’s car was still standing there. First you thought that maybe he was just at the beach. But then you saw the note on the windshield. 

“Hey, Sweetcheeks! I’m sorry! That’s not how it should have been. Keys are in your backpack!”

The whole drive back to your home tears were falling freely. How could you just fuck up the relationship with the one man you always trusted, the one that you loved? He was your best friend, and he should have been that forever. But now you had lost him.

You were standing on Mike’s porch, but then you turned. If he had wanted to talk he would have stayed. Without thinking, you walked around the house and climbed up to your hideout. 

If you had been thinking, you would have guessed that Mike was there. The old treehouse wasn’t only your shelter, it was his equally. 

But what you would have never guessed was how you found him. Mike was curled up into a ball on the bed. He didn’t move when you got closer. You noticed the old photo album lying next to him. The open page showed pictures of you two, the last summer before you went to college. You remembered how much time the both of you spent together that year. It was probably the best time of your life. New tears fell down your cheeks.

As you sniffled, Mike finally noticed you and sat up. His head was still hanging low, but you saw that his cheeks were red and his eyes puffy and bloodshot. 

“You shouldn’t be here, sweetcheeks,” he muttered. “Go and get your man.” He closed his eyes again and wrapped his arms around his knees, forming a ball once more. 

You put the album on the floor to make room for you and sat beside him. 

“That’s what I’m trying, silly.” Your hand brushed over his curls. Mike raised his head again. His eyes found yours and you could see his pain in them. 

“Didn’t you see Dave’s message? He wants you back. We made it.” His voice broke and he turned to look out of the small window, avoiding your gaze.

“Mike! Do you really think that this night didn’t mean anything to me? Don’t you see what I feel? What I want?” Your fingers hooked under his chin and you turned him to look at you.

“When I woke up this morning I thought I had lost you. That you didn’t want me. But now I see that we both want the same. You do want this, don’t you?” 

Mike’s eyes were big as saucers as he looked at you, but there was a spark in it that wasn’t there moments ago. “Sweetcheeks, I have wanted this since we were eighteen.”

And then you were in his arms and your mouth on his. Knowing this was real, this was what you both wanted, this kiss tasted so much sweeter, Mike’s skin was so much softer. Your heart was going to explode.

When everything you did last night was rushed and full of lust, this time you both savored every moment. Fingers were slowly brushing over skin. Soft kisses were placed on every inch of your bodies. Carefully you striped down your clothes, piece for piece. When Mike opened your bra, he hummed contently before he dipped his head right into your chest. He nipped at your skin, making his way to your hardened bud. His tongue circled around it before he started to suck. To pay attention to the other one, he rolled it between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth, his ministrations leading you to clench your thighs together.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Mike. He knelt down on the floor, rolling down your panties. Then he hooked both his arms under your thighs, holding your legs wide open and sank his head into your exposed pussy. The sensation of whatever he did with his mouth made you whimper and cry out his name. As you came undone you threw your head back with a cry. When you opened your eyes again, you saw Mike still kneeling between your legs, biting his lower lip with a proud smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

You pulled him up to the bed again and as soon as he sat down, you straddled his thighs. Running your hands up and down his chest, you sighed. “I wish I could fuck you right here and now.” 

Mike grinned as he bent down to kiss you hard. His tongue was eagerly exploring your mouth. And when he pulled back, he told you: “We could arrange that.”

You just loved the way he looked at you. But you shook your head. “We need a condom, Mike!” He raised an eyebrow, his look asking you silently if you really thought that was a problem. 

He searched through the little box next to the bed, not letting you go from your place in his lap. And it didn’t take long until he held a condom up for you to see.

“I told you I wanted this to happen for a long time.” That little shit really didn’t want to miss a chance. You loved that. Warily you glanced at the date printed on the foil packaging. But of course, he thought of that, too.

You watched as Mike sheathed himself. There was this moment that seemed to last forever where both of you didn’t move, just staring in each other's eyes. And then you lifted yourself from his thighs just to sink down inch for inch on his cock. You couldn’t explain, but everything felt even better as the night before. It was intense, it felt as if you were about to burst, although you were hardly moving. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rolled your hips.

“I love you, Mikey” you whispered. Mike stared deep into your eyes. He moaned as you slowly rocked your body on his cock. “I love you, too, sweetcheeks.”

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[adriennebarnes]

The First Date

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Latina/Hispanic! Reader

Summary: Walter and Y/N go on a proper first date since they kissed in the interrogation room

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors because I don’t proofread

A/N: “Don Refri” is very popular, considering the fact that my followers are mostly because of my previous work, and I’m so happy! But would anyone be interested in being tagged in my other Henry Cavill fanfics? I have 2 Walter Marshall one shots out, I’m working on 2 August Walker ones, AND I really want to write a Mikey (I am watching Hellraiser as I write this, btw) one because he’s the main reason why I fell for Henry Cavill so I thought it would be fitting. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED IN MY OTHER HENRY CAVILL FICS, also send requests if you want.

On the bright side, Walter was not suspended for punching Tyler Delgado in the face…twice.

However, he did have to do desk duty with Y/N for a week which is anything but a punishment. Walter and Y/N have been having lunch together every day and have being working late together every night. And of course when everyone else has left the station, they have a little fun, nothing more than making out though because there was no way in fuck the first time they have sex will be in the workplace. Walter considered himself to be more romantic than that.

It was the last day that Walter had desk duty (Tuesday) so he was at Y/N's desk, eating a doughnut while Y/N was typing the reports. She turns her head to see Walter's lips covered with icing.

"You could help me, you know? It would make this workload a whole lot lighter." Y/N said.

"I could help but you look so beautiful when you're typing." Walter said, leaning in to kiss her cheek but Y/N pushed him away slightly.

"Not when there are other people here, I thought we dicussed this." Y/N said.

"Well then I guess I would just have to wait until our date." Walter said. Y/N furrowed her brows.

"Our date? I don't remember being asked out on a date." Y/N said. Walter turned Y/N's chair so she is facing him.

"Y/N, my dear, will you do me the honors of accompanying me to dinner Saturday night?" Walter asked.

"What a gentleman. I would love to have dinner with you." Y/N replied. "now please wash your hands so you can help me file this in the records room." Y/N said.

"Of course, my lady." Walter said, getting up from his chair, he kissed Y/N's cheek quickly before she had time to react. When Walter left, Rachel sat down in his chair.

"How's it like working with detective grumpy so close to you? Has he been correcting the way you fill out forms?" Rachel asked.

"No, not really. He has been fine to work with, he has just been observing me, I guess. Makes me nervous, but it is fine." Y/N said, telling Rachel half of the truth. Yes, having Walter work next to her made her nervous, but thats because he is a good looking British man that wants to kiss her all the time.

"I get that. But at least he'll be back doing his thing tomorrow. I got to do something real quick." Rachel said.

The following days were normal, Walter went back to his detective duties. He would ask Y/N to his office as usual, get in a few kisses here and there, he would sometimes bring her mexican baked goods from a coffe shop, it was business as usual and no one suspects a thing.

Y/N and Walter were almost done for the day. Luckily Saturday has been very a slow day. Y/N was cleaning up her desk when Walter came out of his offcie.

"You ready to go?" Walter asked her.

"Yes I am." Y/N replied. They both left the department and kissed each other goodbye.

"I'll pick you up at 7." Walter said, walking to his truck. Y/N followed him.

"Great, where are we going?" Y/N asked.

"It is a surprise." Walter said, getting in his truck.

"What do I wear this date?" Y/N asked.

"Whatever you're comfortable with." Walter said.

"You're not helping, just thought you should know that." Y/N said.

"Darling, it is winter in Minnesota, wear somehting comfortable. I'll see you later." Walter drove off and Y/N did the same once she got into her car.

Y/N made it to her apartment and realized it was already 4:30. She can't really prepare for her date on an empty stomach so she quickly made 3 quesadillas and ate while she began contemplating what to wear. Obviously she could not go wrong with a little black dress. But she is Latina so a red dress would compliment her more and make her stand out. She took a big bite out of her quesadilla.

"Ay, que dificil es ser yo." Y/N whined, she got out her phone and played music, connecting it to the charger because there is no way she's going on a date with her phone at 43%. "I could always wear a skirt..."

Walter wasn't having an easy time picking out what to wear either. He put on a Henley shirt and flannel of the same color, he was totally okay with the outfit until he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Oh god, I look like a Winchester brother." Walter said before he took off the flannel. The navy blue henley looks fine with his jeans and snow boots. Then he started thinking if a button down shirt would be better but he settled on the blue henley.

Y/N on the other hand was still choosing.

"Ugh, why am i like this?" Y/N questioned. "Fuck it." Y/N said, pulling out a dark/emerald green long sleeve sheer lace top, a black camisole, and black high waisted jeans. Once she changed, obviously wearing thermal leggings underneath the jeans because it is fucking winter, she put on her black combat boots and add some jewelry to dress up the look. Was debating whether or not to do her makeup to she decided on...(Your choice whether or not to do makeup). She sprayed her favorite perfume, and now was looking in the mirror...staring at her hair. (Again, your choice if you want to style your hair or not).

Walter was doing his hair, actually taking care of his curls this time. He wet his hair and started styling it with whatever hair products he bought at target that his barber recommended. He diffused his hair to speed up the drying process. When he finised, he trimmed his beard, sprayed cologne, texted his friend to see if the surprise for later was almost ready and he got the thumbs up saying it should be finished by the time they go. Walter looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30. He drove to the florist to pick up a boquet of Y/N's favorite flowers (mine are peonies, you can tell in my other work) that he had ordered earlier, and then drove to Y/N's apartment.

Y/N was walking around the apartment, overthinking about her date. Am i overdressed? Am i underdressed? What if it is a disaster? What if he realizes we are better off as friends. Or even worse, friends with benefits. Like good enough to make out with but not enough to pursure a relationship with. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/N walked over to her door to buzz up Walter. A few moments later, there was a knock and Y/N opened the door to see Walter. Ugh, he looked so handsome.

"Good evening, my lady, these are for you." Walter said, handing Y/N the bouqet he had hidden behind him. Y/N smiled and smelled the flowers.

"These are so beautiful, Don Refri, my favorite. Come in, I'll put these in water and then I'll grab my coat so we can go." Y/N said, moving over to let Walter through and closed the door.

"You look beautiful, by the way. Green is definitely your color." Walter said, following Y/N into the kitchen.

"Thank you, I was panicking. Your curls look beautiful, by the way. Why don't you style them like this for work? Not that i don't love your hair all the time. And you trimmed your beard, you did all this for me?" Y/N asked when she finished filling a vase with water and unwrapping the bouqet to place them in the vase.

"Of course i did. I am afraid with how much I run my had through my hair, these curls won't stand a chance at work. Let's go, our journey awaits." Walter said. Y/N had her coat in hand and Walter helped her put it on (such a gentleman) and they left the apartment, Y/N locking the door behind her. When they make it outside, Walter opened the passenger door for Y/N, helping her in the truck and closing the door. Then Walter got in the truck. There were times when Walter was driving that he would drive with one hand (which i find hot) and had his right hand on Y/N's thigh. They make it to their destination and Walter helped her out the truck.

"no way, you brought me too La Grolla? I always wanted to eat here." Y/N said.

"I know, let's go in, shall we? We have a reservation." Walter said. He took her hand to his lips, placing a kiss, and they entered the restaurant. "Table for two under Walter Marshall."

"Ah yes, right this way." The hostess lead them to their table, Walter had his hand on Y/N's lower back, guiding her to their table, he then pulled out Y/N's chair and pushed it in once she was seated.

"Wow, Don Refri, you are making me believe that i should have dated British men years ago." Y/N said, taking off her coat.

"I'd say that you should have but I feel quite honored being your first British man." Walter took off his coat and Y/N would have drooled then and there because the way this muscles look in the henley was nothing short of sinful. Her eyes looked him over and Walter chuckled. "I take it you like the henley."

"There is just somehing about men wearing henleys that is so slutty and orgasmic." Y/N said

"Then maybe I'll start wearing them to work." Walter teased, winking at the end.

"Don't you dare, I wouldn't be able to concetrate." Y/N said.

Dinner went well, Walter ordered wine for them, they talked, then Walter got a text that it was finished.

"Do you want dessert or are you ready for the next part of the surprise?" Walter said.

"Another surprise? Wow, yes, lets go, I'm ready." Y/N said. Walter laughed lightly at her excitement. He asked for the check, he paid, and they left, walking to his truck. He drove to a lot where the winter carnival is. "Wait, i thought Friday was the last day."

"it is, but I helped the owner once and he said he owed me one. This is it." Walter said. Thats when everything turned on, the lights were beautiful. "So, my lady, what do you want to do first? I think its tradition as carnival dates go is to win you a prize."

"Okay then, lets see if you can win me a prize at the ring toss." Y/N challenged. She knew he was going to win but its fun to tease him. The owner was the one monitoring everything so wherever Walter and Y/N went, he followed to host the game or operate the ride. So far, Walter has won Y/N 5 stuffed animals. "Okay, Don Refri, I think this is enough." she said.

"Yeah, we need to talk about that nickname. I love it, I really do, but you said that you would stop if i started expressing my feelings, right? I started expressing my feelings to you, I think it is time that I get called something else." Walter said.

"I still have to call you that at work though, just until we tell everyone we are dating. Are you okay with that, corazón?”

"Corazón? That means 'heart', right?" Walter asked.

"Yes it does, because you have my heart." Y/N leaned up to kiss him.

"Mm, you know what else is tradition to carnival dates? Going to the ferris wheel and kissing at the very top." Walter said.

"Is that so? Then lets go, it is tradition afterall." Y/N said. Y/N place the stuffed animals on a table since they are the only ones there and went to the ferris wheel where the owner set them up and everything. It started going until it stopped when they were at the top. "The view is amazing up here."

"Yeah it is. You know, I'm very glad that you came to my police district. We never would have met otherwise." Walter said.

"True. Even though you were kind of an ass when we first met." Y/n said.

"And I am sorry for that. But now we're here. Now lets follow tradition." Walter said, leaning in to kiss Y/N. It was a soft and gentle kiss until it started to become more passionate and full of need. Walter pulls away. "You make me act like a teenager whenever you're around, and I love it so much, I never felt like this before."

"Me neither." Y/N said, kissing him again.

The night came to an end, Walter dropped off Y/N at her apartment, kissing her goodnight.

"See you at work tomorrow, my lady." Walter said, bowing.

"See you tomorrow, corazón." Y/N said, she closed the door and leaned against it. This was the best first date ever.

The End

Hope you enjoyed reading it!

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[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Welcome Home

Prompt: Okay! You gonna love this A sandwich.... between....*drum rolls* Mike and Touch Starved!Will … They both brothers, and Mike is a horn dog, while after 3 month parted Will needs a hard release after a stressful business agenda😘😘

Summary: while your one roommate is away, things get steamy with your other roommate. it just so happens that the roommate who was gone comes back while you’re fooling around with the other one. this is fun.

Pairing: bi!Mikey x unnamed OFC x bi!Will Shaw

Warnings: dom x switch x switch, f2l, threeway, p in v sex, oral sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside (on, uhh both ends), grinding, little bit of degradation, implication that Mikey came in his pants while OFC was grinding on him once, my first time writing a threeway, me picking up a wip after moooonths and a very draining semester, hints at a possible polyamorous relationship?, rules of physics? is this even possible? we don’t ask these kinds of questions here sir, the female character is not described beyond having “grip-able” hair however you want to define it, for the sake of not being called inclusive enough for a reader i chose to make her an unspecified OFC

Names used: bunny, good girl, sweetheart, slut, good boy (Mikey), sir (Will)

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I changed your prompt a little bit. I didn’t really feel comfortable writing them as brothers, so I made them all roommates. Thank you so much @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @littlefreya and @luna-aestas for helping me when i got stuck or felt it sucked. You girls are amazing ❤️ not beta'd much. Typos we're going down swingin'!

Word count: ca 4k

Title: Welcome Home

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It started as roommates. As a guy in his junior year, with friends mostly in higher semesters, Will was suddenly left with an empty apartment and a rent that was far too high to handle all by himself. 

That’s when I came into play, a little freshman who happened to not have gotten a dorm room on campus. It was especially convenient since I got a job at the little café just across the street once I was accepted into college. The wage was just enough for rent and food and I was lucky my parents still supported me.

A few weeks into the semester, another boy joined our little arrangement. Mikey was trouble, which, in a way, was good because that meant he was rarely home. He was always out partying, slept during the day, and missed most of his courses. But at least that meant it was quiet when Will and I  had to study or do homework.

That was two years ago. The three of us have become close friends, almost like family. The boys grew protective of their little barista, who would bring them their favorite coffee whenever I came home. They were almost like big brothers. Well… Almost.

Will has finished his bachelor’s by now and is currently building his own startup, while part time working on his master's program.  So he’s still living in the apartment with the two of us.

Well actually… not right now. He had to go away for three months. Something to do with his business, I can’t really remember. 

Three months alone with Mikey have been... interesting, to say the least. And fun. Lots of fun. Take that however you want.

Right now, we're lounging on the couch, watching some silly movie. I couldn't tell the name even with a gun to my head. It’s late, and Mikey's soft, but progressively more daring caress is using up all the focus I can muster. His hand snuck into my shorts and is squeezing my buttcheek. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper and press my thighs together. He does it again, drawing the same reaction from me; except this time, I bury my face into his chest. I can practically feel his smirk and look up to glare at him. I don’t even meet his eyes before his lips catch mine in a sloppy kiss. 

In a scramble of arms and legs, he pulls me to straddle his lap, his hands kneading my ass while mine paw at his chest and neck, tug at his hair, and grip his shoulders. It’s messy. It’s clumsy. It’s desperate. I want more. I need it. I need to be closer, need to feel him everywhere. 

I start grinding my hips into his crotch, feeling him grow. His hands on my hips urge me on, but instead of speeding up, I slow down. Giggling and out of breath, I break the kiss.

“Nuh-uh, remember last time? Not gonna happen again.”

Mikey huffs and rolls his eyes. “That was one time!”

Laughing, I shake my head and lean down to kiss him again. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, my hips, then sliding up my back underneath my shirt. With skilled fingers, he unclasps my bra, pulling the straps off my arms. As it falls between us, I take it and blindly throw it into the room behind us. Faintly, I hear it hitting the floor before my attention focuses on Mikey’s hands sliding up my tummy and letting his thumbs brush over that spot on my ribs. 

I gasp and grind my hips down harder, making him chuckle. In response, I capture his bottom lip between my teeth, tugging and sucking on it a little before releasing it. Can’t have the boy think he’s got the upper hand in this.

But he still thinks he does. His hands find my tits, and the triumphant grin on his face…

“Oh! Your nipples are hard! Is this turning you on, baby?”

Ugh! That boy! 

“No, Mikey. Obviously not.” I roll my eyes and snort. “And what about you? I’m sure you find it absolutely terrible to have me grinding in your lap, hm? As hard as your cock is.”

“Hatin’ it.” He grins and pinches my nipples. “You know what I’d like better?” He leans in, his breath hot against my neck. “If the two of us got naked.”

“Hm, yeah… Now that you’re saying it… that does sound like a good idea.”

Scrambling to my feet, I’m quick to slide down my jogging shorts. I’m about to take off my shirt, when Mikey gets up and stands right in front of me… Entirely naked. Damn, he’s quick!

“Lemme do it?”

I just nod, lifting my arms to assist him, but of course, he takes his sweet time, letting the tips of his fingers glide up my skin underneath the fabric. Of course, he has to squeeze my tits when he reaches them, but he lifts the shirt over my face too quickly for me to glare at him. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though. Once the shirt is off my body and Mikey sees my face, he can’t suppress a chuckle and quickly kisses the tip of my nose to make the glare disappear. To his credit, it works. A hot flush gathers in my cheeks, and I quickly turn around, searching the room for… Damn.

“Be right back,” I tell Mikey over my shoulder, taking off my panties to toss at him, but I’ve already dashed through the door before I know if I hit him or not.

Not even a minute later, I come back to the living room, finding Mikey still where I had left him, with my panties in his hands, grinning to himself, most likely proud of himself for getting me to soak them that much.

“What do you want with that?” he asks once he notices I’m back, eyes on the towel in my hand.

“Well… I thought that Will would appreciate it if he didn’t come home to cum stains on the couch.” I shrug.

“Ohhh, yeah… Probably.”

He takes the towel from my hand and puts it down on the couch, then sits down on it. Mikey pats his thighs, signaling for me to sit, but I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh!” He grins sheepishly, realizing what I’m looking at and quickly tosses my panties to the floor. He doesn’t even manage to pat his lap again before I climb on top of him. With one hand on my hip, the other on my neck, Mikey pulls me closer until my lips meet his, and the length of his cock rubs against my pussy.

I start to grind my hips into him, throwing my head back at the friction. I feel Mikey’s breath heavy on my neck, then his soft lips on my tender skin. His hands grip me tighter as I move on his cock, pulling my hips deeper into him. By now, the hand he had on my neck has wandered to the back of my head, tugging at my hair to keep my throat exposed to his kisses. I’m sure my neck will be covered in hickeys tomorrow. There’ll be bruises on my hip, too. Fuck! The thought of carrying his marks makes me even wetter. 

“Bunny, I need you,” Mikey pants against my neck. I nod, and he lets me go, so I can sit up. He grips his cock to guide himself in as I hover above his lap, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Just a second.”

Oh… yeah… Mikey and tits, how could I forget? With my chest on eye level, of course Mikey has to bury his face into it, peppering kisses all over my boobs, sucking and biting at my nipples until I’m a whimpering mess, swaying my hips in the search for friction, inches away from his cock.

“Okay, ready.” He grins, his free hand coming up to my hip to help me ease down on him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No matter how many times we do it, I’ll never get used to his size. The delicious stretch of being seated on him all the way has me panting.

“Good girl.”

“Mhh.”

For a moment, I just sit there, resting my head against his shoulder while feeling him pulse inside me. I smile against his skin when he begins to gently stroke my back. His hands shift down to my waist when I start to roll my hips slowly. He squeezes my hips, making me lift up and brace myself on his shoulders. 

Gasping, I relish in the feeling of his cock stroking every spot inside me. I go faster. Harder. His hands shift even lower, grabbing at my butt and guiding my movements. 

"Fuck," we sigh in unison, before breaking in a fit of giggles. With heaving breath, I smile at him, wiping a strand of sweaty hair from his brow before cradling the back of his head in my hands, leaning in to kiss him. He kisses back instantly, tongue swiping along my lower lip to request entrance. Opening my mouth for him, I let his tongue explore my mouth, sucking on it and trying to fight for dominance. We both moan into the kiss, the movement of our hips growing more sloppy, rushed.

"Hey, uh… Oh."

We jump at the familiar voice. Wide-eyed, we turn towards the door, where we find a very flustered looking Will. The thud of his bag hitting the floor makes my eyes snap to his hand that dropped it, then the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans. Once my eyes find his face again, I can spot the hint of a smirk playing around his lips.

"Uhm." Mikey's voice is a little shaky. I feel him twitch inside me. I look back at him, raising my eyebrows in question. He gives me a nod and grinning, I nod back. 

"Will! C'mere." I turn towards him and gesture for him to come closer. He hesitates for a moment before finally taking determined steps towards Mikey and me. 

Standing in front of us, Will leans down to meet my face. his hand reaches up to caress my cheek and I lean into it, missing the gentle touch when his hand wanders down. I gasp when I feel his fingers lightly squeezing my throat, my eyes fluttering shut when he gets even closer. His kiss is still rougher than expected, his tongue claiming dominance right away. I feel myself clenching around Mikey’s cock, a new wave of wetness soaking his lap. Will breaks the kiss way too soon. I try to chase his lips as he pulls back, but he keeps my head in place with his hand around my throat. Smiling while I pout at him, he turns to Mikey.

“Has she been good?”

I feel Mikey shuffle to sit up straighter. A moment passes before he can answer, stunned and with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Yes.” Another moment before he adds an uncertain “...sir?”

Will just nods before finally sitting down right next to Mikey. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me too?”

All I can do is bite my lip and nod. As a reward he grabs my neck again and pulls me in for another deep kiss that leaves me breathless.

Feeling Mikey’s cock twitch inside me, I start grinding on him again. Hot breath against my ear and suddenly there is a pair of lips sucking on my neck. I whimper against Will’s lips when Mikey starts to graze his teeth over the sensitive skin below my ear.

Once Will allows me a moment to breathe again, I kiss my way down to his neck. It’s so much rougher than Mikey’s, the well grown out stubble leaves my lips tingling. I feel him turning his head and his Adam's apple bob against my kiss. At first I think it was to give me better access, but from above me I hear the unmistakable sound of a hesitant but needy kiss. 

Are they- ? Oh fuck, why is that so hot?

Mikey must have felt me squeezing around him because a moment later his hand that was still on my body pushes me to adjust on his cock by the small of my back, nudging against that spot, making me gasp. Being so focused on the changed sensation inside of me, I haven’t even noticed how my nails have started to dig into Will’s chest, until I hear his groan. It wasn’t a pained groan, more like he was enjoying it. Maybe even a little too much. I took that for a sign to take the next step and while he and Mikey are still making out, I start to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing and nibbling at every inch of skin I uncovered, making sure to scrape my nails down his chest as I go. The lower I go, the more he tangles his fingers into my hair, pushing me further. Once I reach the waistline of his jeans, nuzzle my nose against the thick hair of his happy trail and look up at him with big eyes.

“Can I?” I ask, with my hands on his thighs, close to his crotch.

“Can you what? C’mon, be a good girl. Use your words.”

Wow, those three months really changed him.

I swallow a little nervously and nod before I try again. “Can I take your cock out? I wanna taste it.”

Waiting for an answer, I watch as Mikey sucks on the side of Will’s neck, making him throw his head back and groan.

“Please… sir?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, you can.”

With eager fingers I unbutton his jeans and fumble a little before I manage to pull down the zipper. Already starting to drool with anticipation, I tug at his boxers. He lifts his hips to help me and finally I’m met with the sight of his hard cock springing free.

He is a bit thicker than Mikey, but they’re about the same length. Taking hold of him, I give the head a gentle little kiss before sticking out my tongue to collect the small drop of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“Mmm, good girl,” Will hums and strokes my hair. “Suck on it, c’mon.”

I nod before I take him in my mouth, just the head, suckling on it and toying with it a little with my tongue.

The moan that comes out of his mouth… I’ve never heard anything sexier. It has me squeezing around Mikey unconsciously. 

“Fuuuuuck,” I hear him mutter into Will’s neck. 

The wave of confidence that washes over me at the fact I’m pleasuring not one but two men makes me take Will deeper into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and press my tongue against the underside of his cock, slowly taking more of him. As I keep bobbing my head up and down his grip on my hair becomes tighter and more and more moans fall from his mouth .

The tingling sensation that spreads through my body from that makes me try to take him even deeper, until I start gagging and my eyes begin to water. By now, my nose is pressing into his hip.

“I can’t… I can’t!” I suddenly hear Mikey wheeze. Will immediately lets go of my hair and I hurry to get off Mikey’s lap.

“What is it?” 

I’m stunned at how calmly Will asks that while I’m staring at a panting Mikey, almost panicking.

“I fucking need…” he wheeses again. Both Will and I stare at him, anxiously waiting for him to continue. “... to get off!” 

I let out a sigh of relief, watching Will chuckle and playfully nudge Mikey with his elbow. The younger man smiles sheepishly and scratches the back of his head.

“I was serious about it, though. So-” he drags out the word “- can we like… get started?”

 I nod slowly, feeling their eyes on me, and look towards Will for guidance.

“How do you want to do this?” He asks me gently, and I shrug, unsure. “Okay then, c'mere.”

While I get closer, he stands up and rearranges the towel so it covers most of the couch and drapes over the armrest, causing Mikey to jump up as well.

“Now, can you get on your hands and knees for us?” Will nearly coos, still it feels like he’s giving no room for discussion. “Isn’t she such a good girl for us?” I can hear him ask Mikey, now behind my back, and I can only imagine Mikey nodding while giving Will puppy dog eyes. “And you? You’re gonna be a good boy for us and let her suck you off.” Again, no room for discussion.

I shuffle closer to the couch's armrest, balancing my weight on my elbows on it, and give Mikey a reassuring nod. He swallows a little nervously, looking at Will, who's getting into position behind me. I lean forward to give Mike a small kiss to his hip bone, then nuzzle my face against the base of his cock. He cups my cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb across my bottom lip when I lean into him, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. I open my lips a bit and suckle on the tip of his thumb as he gently brings my face and himself into position. He pulls his finger from my mouth and I open my lips wider, giving the tip of his cock a little lick, looking up at him through my lashes to see his reaction. He groans and throws his head back. That’s when I take the head in my mouth and start playing with it with my tongue.

Behind me, Will puts a hand on my hip to hold me steady, with the other, he grabs is cock and swipes it up and down on my lips, coating himself in my juices.

“Fuck, you’re so wet!” He groans and pushes in a little. I let out a moan around Mikey’s cock, making him shiver in response. Will slowly keeps pushing in, a deep moan escaping him once he bottoms out. I can only whimper around Mikey’s cock, feeling so full already. 

“Now just stay still, baby, we’ve got you,” Will says, if a little bit strained. I nod as much as I can and look up at Mikey, who’s still holding my face. He pushes himself a little bit deeper into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him as I suck. Will starts moving, thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm, pushing me down on Mikey’s cock with every time his hips meet mine. Again, I moan around Mikey, whose hands start wandering to my hair and grips it to push himself further down my throat. My eyes begin to water when Will picks up the pace, making me take Mikey even deeper. The room is filled with the beautifully filthy sounds of the two men groaning in erotic harmony, skin slapping on skin and my strangled moans as I gag around Mikey’s cock.

“You’re being so good, bunny,” Mikey praises, breathing heavily. “So good for us,” Will adds. “Letting us use you like a little slut.” I can’t help but whimper at that, squeezing around Will’s cock. 

“Oh? Did you like that?” Will leans down closer to my ear, whispering, “You like it when I call you slut?” I nod as much as I can with Mikey in my mouth. “You’re so filthy. Nothing more than a toy for us to use.”

He fucks me harder, making me whimper and take Mikey even deeper. Tears are beginning to stream down my face, but it all feels so good. I can’t help but clench around him, the coil in my belly starting to tighten. 

So it takes me by surprise when Will suddenly slows to a stop. A little out of breath he says, “This isn’t it. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” 

Mikey nods, pulling from my mouth and Will picks me up, carrying me over to the bedrooms. My mind is far too lazy to see whose bedroom we end up in when Will tosses me onto the bed with a bounce.

“Let your head hang over the edge. Yes, just like this, good girl.”

I watch upside down as Mikey kneels down by my head, positioning himself. I open my mouth widely, obediently and he pushes his cock back into my mouth. Closing my eyes, I start sucking on him again as Will climbs up over me, kneels on the bed and grabs my thighs. He doesn’t make me wait long and thrusts back in in one smooth movement. I moan loudly around Mikey’s cock when he bottoms out, finally feeling full again. Complete, in a sense.

Before he begins to thrust, though, he pulls my hips up onto his legs, making me arch my back and take Mikey deeper down my throat. All three of us moan in sinful harmony, skin slapping and wet slurping composing a filthy melody of bliss. With the new angle, I can feel the burning coil tightening faster as the tip of Will’s cock strokes all the spots perfectly, the base of him rubbing against my clit. My moans rise in pitch, even muffled by Mikey fucking my face. His hips begin to stutter, he’s close as well. Will, of course, notices that and picks up his pace, fucking me faster.

Fuck! This feels so good!

Mikey’s groans mix with little gasps as I feel him twitch. He’s close, I can tell. I use my tongue to play with him, eliciting little whimpers from him.

“S-sir, ‘m so close… can I cum? Please?” Mikey begs between little gasps and whines.

“Go a-head,” Will tells him, his own voice strained as well. I brace myself, sucking Mikey harder. A few more thrusts into my mouth and he stills, whimpering loudly as his warm load hits my tongue. I swallow it down eagerly, but gasp when he pulls out of my mouth. I take a few deep breaths as I watch him stand and jerk himself, another, smaller load landing on my chest.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“Good boy,” Will praises him, doubling his efforts now, fucking me even harder. His hand comes up to my chest, grabbing and kneading my tits for a moment before swiping two fingers through Mike’s cum and bringing those fingers down to my clit, drawing slow but firm circles around the little bud. I cry out, clenching hard around him. The coil keeps growing tighter until it… Snaps. With a high pitched moan, I fall over the edge, white hot bliss carrying me as my body writhes in pleasure. Through a haze I can hear Will groan and feel a warmth spreading inside me. I open up my eyes to see him hovering above me, dipping his head down to meet my lips in a passionate kiss. I kiss him back eagerly, letting our tongues fight for dominance until we need to stop for air. Will sits up again, reaches out an arm and pulls in Mikey for a just as passionate kiss. I watch them, a satiated smile on my face. I get up on my knees, squeezing between them to kiss their necks and chests alternately. Once the part, the three of us collapse on the bed naked and panting, a tangled mess of limbs. 

“You know…” Mikey breathes heavily, “we were going to throw you a welcome home partly…”

Will chuckles at that, “You still could…”

I just shake my head, giggling. “Let’s just order pizza.”

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[angryschnauzer]

Cuddles and Snuggles

Summary: Its the morning after date night with your sugar daddy, and your two roommates crawl into your bed for a snuggle. Finding you naked things get very touchy feely, very quickly. (pretty much pure smut)

Fandoms: The Tudors, Hellraiser, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Modern day Charles Brandon x Female Reader x Mike (Hellraiser)

Warnings: 18+, Smut, NSFW, Roomates to lovers, friends with benefits, sugar daddy arrangement (no use of the term ‘daddy’), massage, titty sucking, fondling, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, anal fingering, triple penetration, spy camera.

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Wordcount: 2244

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Authors note: This week has been completely overwhelming, so i took an impromptu day off to disassociate and write some unplanned smut. The first half of the story i actually had as a dream (bed snuggles with Charles and Mikey) but i let my imagination go smutty with where to take it thereafter. Enjoy.

Cuddles and Snuggles

The pale morning light filled your room and you stretched your limbs out beneath the all white duvet, shivering a little from the cool sheets touching your heated skin, but also realising you’d slept in past the time the heating had already finished its morning blast. For a moment you worried you had missed class, but then a further stretch reminded you of your sore muscles from the night before, and as date night was always Friday night you smiled and snuggled back into the duvet further. Just then your phone chimed, and as you decided to check it you smiled as you saw the message;

‘New Funds Received: $4000 deposit’

Having a Sugar Daddy was worth the effort you put in, especially when he was paying all expenses for your graduate course at Harvard plus a weekly allowance. Whilst you had your phone in your hand you snapped a shot of yourself, ensuring to get your naked chest in the photo and hit send to him, knowing he would appreciate it.

Just then a notification for the houseshare group chat popped up, opening it you read as your two roommates argued whose turn it was to make coffee. Ignoring the chat you locked your screen and snuggled back under the covers. A few minutes later you heard your door open, and a deep voice;

“I know you’re awake”

“I am”

“If you don’t get up i’m getting in”

You giggled. Charles was always a cuddle bug. Coming from a very wealthy family, he could have taken the trust fund route, but instead had opted to continue his education and was now almost complete with his Doctorate on Ancient Literature. He was well into his mid 20’s, but cut a fine figure of a man, working out regularly and making sure his grooming habits were always on point.

Your lack of movement was the trigger for him to cross the room and slide in beside you, his light bed tshirt and sweats brushing against your skin as he sought you out beneath the kingsize duvet. As his hand curved around your stomach you let out a small hum until he pulled you flush with his chest and his lips brushed against your neck;

“Your Sugar Daddy tire you out last night?”

“He did indeed”

Both of your roommates knew about your arrangement, and thankfully were chill about the whole thing. In the past some people had been judgemental, but this wasn’t the case with the boys. 

Charles moved his hand that was on your waist up to your shoulders, massaging it, his big hands working their magic beneath the duvet. Letting out a contented sigh you relaxed into his touch, smiling as he worked his way blindly down your back until he paused at the curve of your ass;

“Oh”

That hand curled back around your waist and he pulled you harder to his chest, and you felt him rock his bulge against your ass and let out a quiet appreciative grunt. Just then you heard footsteps in the hallway;

“So that’s why the coffee pot hasn’t been filled yet”

Not waiting for an answer, moments later you felt Mike crawl up the bed from beneath the duvet, his dark messy curls appearing in front of you. Those vivid blue eyes glanced and you and then down at your chest, and a big smile appeared on his face;

“Oooh titties!” quickly snuggling up to you, his hand over your waist and his face was soon pushed softly against your breasts as he proceeded to motorboat you.

Your relationship with both of your roommates was one where there were very few boundaries. No-one was ashamed of being naked in front of the others, and there of course had been times when you’d ended up letting things go beyond ‘just friends’ with both of them. It was a regular occurrence for one of you to climb into another's bed, either for comfort, or for warmth, or to just be a pain in the ass and wake them up. However this was different; all three of you were in the one bed, and usually you all were clothed. Okay yes the two boys were still dressed, but you were complete nude and it had immediately changed the dynamic of the situation. 

As Mike softened in your arms, his comical motorboating slowed and he was gently nuzzling at your tits. He was in just a soft black t-shirt and checked flannel pyjama pants, your hands finding their way beneath his t-shirt to tenderly stroke at his sides and back. The action moved him closer, and as he pressed your bodies together you could feel a hardness pressing against your stomach. He moved his mouth and caught one of your nipples between his lips, suckling softly and making you arch your back, pushing your breast into his touch and your ass out. The latter elicited a murmur of appreciation from Charles who moved his hands away to push his sweats down before his hand gripped your hip and you felt his hard length settle in the crease of your ass, grinding into you. 

You felt Mike pull your leg up over his hip, his hand splayed out on the back of your thigh, as Charles crept his fingers around your hip to your slit, and traced through your now wet and ready folds, dipping into your hole;

“You’re ready, aren’t you?”

You nodded and hummed, biting your lip as you felt him position his thick crown at your entrance before pushing in slowly;

“Ohhhh” you felt stretched as he filled you, your body still slightly sore from the night before, but you were resilient. Plus your Sugar Daddy had pushed you beyond what you thought your limits were in the past as he knew you could take it.

Charles started to fill you with shallow smooth thrusts, his hand gripping your hips and his lips found their way to your neck, pressing kisses to your pressure points as his soft beard gave a friction to his jaw that tickled your skin just right. Consumed with what Charles was doing, you’d foolishly thought Mike was content with your tits, however when you finally opened your eyes you saw him sliding further down your bed as he took the duvet with him, before he managed to duck his head down and bury it between your legs.

“Hey Charles, slow down for a second” his voice was muffled by your thighs, but Charles lifting your leg high and wide, giving Mike enough room to get his mouth on your clit.

“OH Fuck…” the sensations were divine, Mike’s strong jaw and wicked tongue working on your clit, Charles’ meaty cock filling you just right. The dual sensations were enough to have your orgasm approach rapidly, you just needed the one final trigger. That was put into place when Mike slid two long fingers inside you alongside Charles, stretching you as he crooked them and pressed against your sensitive spot high up on the inside and you came with a whimper, squeezing them both. Charles pressed kisses to the side of your face, whispering praises as he slowed his thrusts whilst Mike carefully pulled his fingers out and shuffled up the bed, the duvet now long since cast aside.

The kiss as Mike captured your lips tasted of your own juices, his tongue working against yours and you felt him pulling his pyjama pants down, pulling your leg back over his hip as he took your hand and wrapped your fingers around his hard dick;

“Feel what you do to me?” you pumped him, relishing the feel of the hardness beneath the velvet soft skin; “You’re so good at this, you gonna take us both”

Pressing a kiss to his plump lips you nodded.

“Good girl” Charles praised as he lifted your leg and slowed his thrusts again allowing Mike to position himself alongside him.

Relaxing as much as you could, you shut your eyes as you felt Mike stretch you out as he pushed his dick into your soaked pussy alongside Charles. Their praises rung in your ears as you struggled not to be overwhelmed at the sensation, the fullness, your body deceived you and surprised you with a gentle orgasm, but you knew there was a bigger wave to come;

“Harder… Please, i can take it”

Your request invigorated the boys' efforts, their strong hands gripping onto you for purchase as their hips worked in a synchronicity that for a moment had you wondering if they’d done this before, a learned skill of working together as a team. Mike moved his upper body so he could cup your tits, taking turns to such each nipple, whilst Charles managed to find other places for his hands to cause devilish magic. One hand slipped down your stomach, pushing between yours and Mike’s to find your clit and rubbed tight circles against the swollen bud, however the other strayed down your back to your ass. Finding you wet and slippery, his thick digit met little resistance as he pressed against your back door, and you eagerly allowed him entry knowing it would be the final trigger for what you needed. When he was in up to his knuckle it was what broke the levy and you were consumed by your orgasm, coming hard as you soaked the sheet below you, giving the two thick dicks inside you the final lubrication they needed to unleash hell.

“Can i cum inside her?” Mike asked Charles quickly

“I…err…” Charles faltered, so close to the edge of shooting his own load, but that final thought of having another mans cum on his dick fogging his mind for a moment

“Please boys, i want you to both cum inside me, i need it”

Charles grunted;

“Yeah Mikey, lets flood her, not like i’m gonna make you pregnant or something”

Mike laughed;

“True” he cupped your chin; “No risk of us making you pregnant?”

You shook your head;

“I’m on birth control… please… i’m so close again… lets cum together…”

With a sudden rush of energy, both Charles and Mike ploughed into you, filling you with their heavily swollen cocks, Charles sliding a second finger into your ass, and you came with a scream, this time squirting around them both as they came simultaneously, filling you with copious amounts of their creamy seed.

Sweaty and sated, the three of you lay connected on the soft sheets, gently caressing the others, three minds collectively together and at peace. Just as you were starting to feel the onset creep of sleep, dual alarms sounded from their bedrooms, causing them to both jolt back to consciousness.

“Hockey practice!” Charles almost shouted, pulling out of you at the same time Mike did. He quickly pushed your legs back together with a grin; “Keep all that inside”

You watched as they both rolled/fell off the bed, pulling their sweats/pyjama’s up over their asses;

“You’re both going?”

Charles was already out of the room, Mike stopping at the doorway;

“It's the final practice session before we take on the engineering faculty, coach Syverson will have our balls if we’re late”

With a sigh you lay flat on your back, moments later seeing both your boys running for the door with the kit bags swung over their shoulders. The slam of the front door told you they had left the building, followed by the revving of Mike’s Subaru as he peeled out of the parking space outside your place.

Just then your phone rang, and as you glanced at the screen you smiled as the words ‘Sugar Daddy’ came on screen, answering as you lay back;

“Hi August”

“Well, you’ve had a fun morning, haven’t you?”

You glanced at the small security camera that sat on your desk, directly opposite the end of your bed;

“Did you enjoy the show?”

August let out a small grunt;

“Very much so. Show me what they did to you…” Propping yourself up on your pillows you opened your legs wide, the feeling of two loads of cum pooling at your used hole before sliding out and pouring down your ass; “You can squeeze some more out my little slut”

“Auggie, i can’t… i’m sore”

“You don’t need to put anything inside, rub that clit and push them out”

As your older man watched through the camera, you rubbed your clit, pulling another orgasm out of you and you felt thick globs of cum pour from your battered pussy. When you went limp on the bed you heard his voice praising you;

“Did so well my little slut. Wasn’t sure you had it in you to take two dicks at once, but know that i know that i have a friend who i’ll bring to our next date night”

“Really? Is he as big as you?”

August knew you weren’t talking about height or body type;

“You’ll be pleased with what Walter has to offer” he chuckled down the line; “Now get some rest, you’ve had three dicks in you in the last 24 hours in one way or another, time to rest that pussy so you’re not still distracted for class on Monday”

“Yes Sir” you saluted to the camera, before pushing your cum soaked fingers into your mouth to lick them clean.

You heard a sigh down the line;

“You are a wicked young woman”

#charles brandon x reader #charles brandon smut #mikey x reader #mike hellraiser x reader #henry cavill #mike hellraiser smut

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 17

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A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst. Girl-gossip shenanigans.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I'm very sorry, @deandoesthingstome, but this chapter is exactly what you hate most 😂😂 That said... We need some girl-gossip up in this bitch. Enjoy!

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“Hey, is that Professor Holmes?”

You followed Katie’s gaze to the side only to find that she was right: Sherlock was indeed in the cafeteria of your building, and he was walking towards the table where you and your friends were sitting. “It is,” you answered plainly.

“God, it’s a shame he’s no longer teaching here… I’d almost switch schools to take one of his classes, and that’s just because of that face.” Rose sighed.

Her remark made you chuckle. “You know he’s a vampire, right?” you noted amusedly. “He can hear you.”

Closer inspection of Sherlock’s face showed no sign that he had indeed heard what Rose had said, but there simply was no other option.

“Who cares, I bet the man knows he’s a whole damn meal,” Jenelle helpfully added.

“Mmm, fine dining,” Rose chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to be a lesbian, J?”

“I have eyes,” Jenelle deadpanned.

“You guys,” you hissed angrily. The whole conversation was making you incredibly uncomfortable. You lived with Sherlock, for crying out loud. You were… involved with him.

His soft chuckle sounded behind you as a strong arm reached around you to put something on the table — a book. “Mike said you needed this,” he said kindly, “and I had an appointment on campus, anyway.” The fact that he skipped out on your usual ‘darling’ left you a little deflated. Of course, you’d never taken the time to discuss if you would take your slightly unorthodox relationship public…

“Oh, really?” you answered, trying hard to keep your nervousness out of your voice. “What kind of appointment?”

“I’m assisting in another plagiarism case,” he answered. “The school was able to replace me as a professor, but my other talents are significantly harder to come by.” His hand landed on your shoulder for hardly more than a second, and then it was gone again. “I will see you tonight, right? August is making pasta.”

“Yeah,” you said softly.

When Sherlock turned around to walk away, it stung. You wanted to hug him, instead of hiding your relationship — although you hadn’t actually ever defined what that relationship was, exactly. One look around the table at your friends told you they already knew there was something going on.

“Seriously?” Katie snapped when Sherlock had disappeared from the cafeteria. “You are cheating on Mike?”

Shit. Of course, you had considered that explaining your situation would be tough, but you hadn’t counted on Katie going full Queen of Judgement.

“I’m not…”

“Save it, bitch,” she hissed. “How could you? Mike is so cute and…”

“Katie, shut up,” you snapped. “I’m not cheating. Mike knows, he’s… he’s okay with it. And it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how, girl?” Jenelle asked, sounding a lot more calm than Katie.

“Alright,” you sighed, “can this stay between us?” The three nodded. We’re you really doing this? Jenelle worked at the Bank, she’d have no problems with this, but Katie… She grew up about as sheltered as you had, and your best guess was that her family wasn’t exactly more forgiving on the vampire stuff.

“I’m a natural,” you blurted out before you could talk yourself out of coming clean to your friends.

“Luxury vampire food, you mean?” Rose said, her eyes wide. “Girl, you can make a killing off that!”

“How would you know?” Katie asked, disdain very clear in her voice.

“Oh, don’t be a hick about it. My sister is one. She’s making fucking bank at some club downtown. She could probably het you an inter— oh my God!”

“What?” Jenelle asked. You didn’t respond.

“You’ve been paying for lunch, not as worried about your student loans… You are making money!” It was impossible to interject, because Rose and Jenelle started to chatter excitedly while the look of disbelief on Katie’s face only grew stronger.

And then she snapped.

“You’re some filthy fucking blood whore?” Right, there it was. She didn’t even wait for an answer — not that anything you could have told her would have calmed her down, because you were, by any definition of the word, a blood whore. Somehow, it stung a lot more now that Katie said it than it had when August had mentioned it.

“Katie, seriously?” Jenelle scoffed. “You know I feed vamps for a living, too, right?”

As she said it, Katie turned pale. “I didn’t,” she muttered quietly, and she began to gather her stuff. “I have to go.”

When she rushed out of the cafeteria, Rose and Jenelle looked at each other, and then at you.

“I guess her family values don’t quite line up with city life,” Rose said.

“With normal life, you mean?” Jenelle sneered, clearly not upset by what had just happened.

“Hey,” you replied, “take it easy, she’s…”

“A bitch, girl.” Rose rolled her eyes. “I know she’s a lot like you, and I know you bonded over leaving your small-town family behind and everything, but even you have to admit that you did a way better job adjusting than she ever did. She honest to God didn’t even try.”

You knew she was right, but it still felt wrong to talk about someone you’d considered one of your closest friends like this. Especially when she was being accused of being what you were, too: A small-town girl.

Then again, they weren’t wrong in saying you’d come a long way since then. In fact, you were absolutely certain that your parents would die of shock when they found out about your arrangement with your roommates. Actually, you were pretty sure they’d already keel over if they only heard you were living with four guys, regardless of whether or not they were vampires.

They also weren’t wrong in saying that Katie hadn’t exactly made the steps you had. Quite the contrary, if you had to admit it.

You sighed.

“Girl, tell us more,” Jenelle said, putting her hand on your arm and squeezing you lightly. “I take it there’s an arrangement of sorts with these hottie-hot-hot roommates of yours?”

“Up to and including Professor McDreamy?” Rose sighed, the look in her eyes revealing she’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.

You nodded. “Yep. I never thought it would be this intimate, though…”

“We’re ditching this lecture, aren’t we?” Rose asked, looking at Jenelle, who nodded.

“Girl we’re out of here. Come on.”

“Hold on, so you slept with Pornstache? I mean… Augustus, was it?”

“August,” you corrected Jenelle, “and… I mean it’s only happened once so far.”

“And the cop?” Rose butted in.

“Not yet…” Why were you having this conversation again?

“And the pretty professor?” Jenelle asked. You’d been wondering about that, actually. Because the truth, which you also told your friends, was, of course, that you and Sherlock hadn’t had sex, even though you spent the occasional night in his bed.

“Maybe he’s waiting for you to bring it up? He seems like that kind of guy,” Jenelle said when you had finished the story of your first kiss — leaving out the part about Mike running off for now — and the nights you had spent together.

“J, we don’t know him,” Rose laughed.

“No, she’s right. He’s that kind of guy. So sweet, so considerate… Very insistent I take my supplements.” The quizzical looks on your friends’ saves made you laugh. “He can tell when I need vitamins. As in… he can taste it. So he makes sure I take what I need… it’s…”

“God, I want someone to take care of me like that…” Rose sighed. Jenelle agreed with her.

You had to admit; it was nice to have someone look after you. And you had four someones, even.

“But like, Mike was okay with all that?” Jenelle asked, and you knew your hopes of leaving out the part about him running off were shattered.

The story left Jenelle and Rose speechless for a moment, and then Rose laughed. “Christ, he's adorable,” she snickered, “I feel so bad for him. No, really…”

“Oh, the impact that remark would make if you weren't cackling like a crazy witch,” Jenelle said.

“I'm sorry, it's just… On brand for him, somehow? Does that make sense?” It did. It really did.

“August would say that it's because Mike is just a baby,” you blurted out before you were able to really think it through.

“Yeah, wait, how old are these guys?” Of course Jenelle asked the question you'd been dreading.

“Eh… Mike was born in the sixties, if I recall correctly. August and Marshall are four hundred years old, give or take, and Sherlock just under nine hundred years.” Was it just you or was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hm…” Yeah. Hmm. That sounded about right — you hadn't really worked out how to deal with that information yet, either.

“How old were they when they were turned?” Rose asked, making you instantly worried about something you had somehow failed to consider at all.

“God… I don't even know,” you muttered.

“You never asked?” Jenelle couldn't wrap her head around that. “How could you not ask?”

“It didn't really matter…”

“It doesn't matter,” Rose said matter-of-factly, “but I still want to know.” Ah. Rose's curiosity was the bane of your existence from time to time — and the reason for some of the better conversations you'd had with her.

“Mike was in his early twenties, I believe. And I'm guessing Sherlock and August are in their late thirties, early forties. Marshall… Mid-thirties, I think? I honestly don't know!” And you cursed yourself for it.

“It doesn't really matter. Their legal documents have their original birthdates on them, anyway,” Jenelle pointed out. “I used to work the desk at the Bank before I decided to give feeding a shot.”

“I know Sherlock doesn't have one. His driver’s license says ‘ADB’,” you remembered. Rose gave you a questioning look.

“Approximate date of birth,” Jenelle explained, although that didn't seem to make it much clearer.

“Legislation changed so many times during his life, and he's had to hide and lie about his age and pretend to be human and whatnot… He genuinely doesn't remember when he was born, exactly,” you clarified.

“Years and days are often just an estimate, even if you only go back about a century,” Jenelle added.

“It sounds horrible to not know when you were born,” Rose said quietly, a worried look on her face.

“I know the guys don't mind much… They're mostly glad they can feed legally,” you muttered.

“They must be really happy they ran into you,” Jenelle said with a wink. “I hear these arrangements are kinda rare, like… people pay top dollar to be a part of one.”

There was a question somewhere in that statement, and it was easy enough to tell what it was, exactly; what's the deal?

“Yeah…” You hesitated. You'd barely come to terms with the agreement yourself. Sharing it was something else entirely.

“You know you can trust us, right?” Rose said. She was at least as curious as Jenelle.

“Yeah, it's just… It's a lot, okay? Basically I don't pay rent and utilities, and I get… let's call it an allowance. Please don't make me tell you how much that is. It's basically a very generous grocery budget, that's all I'm gonna say about that.”

Your cheeks were burning and you couldn't keep your hands from trembling as you waited for your friends' reactions to what you'd just told them.

They were silent for a beat, and then Rose squealed. “Girl, oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!”

She meant it — as did Jenelle, who furiously nodded in agreement of what Rose had just said.

“Truth be told,” you said. Now that you were fessing up anyway, there was something you had to get off your chest. “I'd do it for free.”

“No way,” Jenelle said, “I've had shifts where the drip — like, the painkiller chemicals — didn't take well, and I swear I wanted to die after the third or so client.”

“But you're not a natural,” Rose replied. “My sister told me it feels good.”

“Oh, it does,” you blurted out, “it really does. They could feed on me all day and I'd be so perfectly happy! Mike even…” No. That was… It wasn't that you'd never shared any intimate details about your sex life with Rose and J, but this…

“Mike even what?” The girls said in unison, and you wished you could disappear.

“God, alright, eh… He likes to drag it out.” You shrugged. As far as you were concerned, that was plenty of information for them. They disagreed.

“Bitch, I sw-"

“Alright, alright,” you shushed Rose, who seemed to calm down — but looks can be deceiving, especially in very tiny, copper-curled physics students. As far as you'd experienced, at least.

“Mike one hundred percent feeds during sex,” Jenelle said indifferently. You hated how spot-on she was.

“Yup,” you said. “And remember how fond he is of, eh…”

“Boobies,” Jenelle sighed — it was just about the only trait she and Mike had in common. “Wait…” She snapped her head in your direction, her eyes wide. “You mean he… Really?”

Why did this even surprise her?

“Oh, that adorable little freak,” Rose chuckled.

“Never tell him — or anyone else — that I told you this!” you said, mild panic clear in your voice. “Swear on your life!”

“Jeez, chill!” Jenelle snorted. “Like we'd ever do that? Ain't none of my business that he wants to suck on your tits.”

“What does that feel like?” Rose asked. How would you even begin to explain that?

Despite being unsure you'd be able to do it justice, you decided to give it a shot, anyway. You’d made it too far into this conversation to back down now. Besides, it was nice to finally be able to talk about this with your closest friends. Minus Katie — which was probably for the best.

“The feeding itself already feels like a warm bath… I mean, the bite is more sensitive, but other than that, it's pretty much the same. It's his reaction that makes it so good. A few nights ago he got so snuggly — he'd had a rough day and he was very hyper and all over the place, but as soon as he was curled up next to me, he calmed down.” You could tell from the look on her face that Jenelle had a hard time picturing Mike in any kind of way that could be described as calm. “Really! And he has this gift…”

“I can't believe we never asked you about that!” Rose interrupted. “Do they all have one?”

“They do. I'll get to that, okay?” you promised before continuing: “Anyway, Mike has this gift. He senses desires.” Rose's eyes went wide for just a moment, but you happened to catch it. “What?”

“Okay so, hypothetically, if at some point I thought about…” It didn't take a genius to figure out where this was going.

“Yeah. There’s a very good chance he caught that. Marshall is worse, though. He straight-up reads minds.”

Rose stared at you wide-eyed. “Well, it’s good to know I can never show my face at your place again.”

“Eh, you're fine,” you said. “A-ny-way, they warned me that after a while, there was a chance they'd kind of ‘share’ those gifts with me while they were feeding, meaning I get to feel what Mike desires, and… It went beyond wanting. He needed me. It was…” A single tear rolled down your cheek, taking you by surprise. “I love him so much.”

Jenelle wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close. “Girl, quit playin'. You love all of them, it's so obvious, seriously.”

“I really do,” you sighed. “This whole thing feels like home. It feels like forever.”

“But babe, you're not going to be around forever,” Rose said carefully. The thought had crossed your mind before, and every time it did, it made you feel queasy.

“You know,” you whispered, “I’m not so sure about that.”

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Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut]

Title: Make That Kitty Purr [Director’s Cut]

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Word Count: 5.7K

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. THIS IS THE DIRECTOR’S CUT OF THIS STORY.

Warnings: voyeurism, cheating, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), dubcon, creampie, breeding kink, impregnation, spit kink, choking, slapping, dacryphilia, adult breastfeeding, August is an asshole, Mike deserves better 

A/N: Original story is here, Make That Kitty Purr. I decided to share what the story was before I cut it down, based on this ask from @geralts-yenn. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist 

“You must be Michael’s girlfriend, right?” The velvety voice slides over you like warm honey. As your name rolls off of his tongue, you turn around in the small space of the open fridge door and are face-to-chest with a mountain of a man.

Everything about him was perfect. A tall frame with a muscular build was easy to spot at first glance. On closer inspection, you stare into aquamarine eyes that have a brownish-gold spot in the left iris. And that ‘70s porn stache oddly worked well on his face. Fresh sweat slid down his neck, the heat from outside still radiating off of his body. You feel his breath on your face before you realize he’s speaking to you.

“I’m sorry, what?” You shake your head slightly and smile up at him as he smirks at you.

“I said, I’m August. I’m Michael’s Uncle, Walt’s brother,” He reaches over you to grab a beer off of the door of the fridge, “Not surprised he didn’t introduce us.” At your confused expression, he only shakes his head and sips from his beer. He watches you watching him as he lowers the beer from his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “Like what you see, Princess?”

The noise that comes out of your mouth is a mix between a gulp, a yelp, and a moan. And it seems to echo in the kitchen of Mike’s parent’s house. Everyone is still outside, Mike asked you to come in and get…something. You’d forgotten when you were suddenly in the presence of a god among men. You would have to watch yourself around this one. He had the power to make you misbehave.

“There you are, Sweetcheeks,” Thank goodness Mike comes into the kitchen when he does, “Thought you got lost in here. Hey, Uncle August.” They exchange looks with one another, looking back at you at the same time.

“I just got talking with your Uncle and forgot what I came in here for.” You decided to tell the truth, although you left out eye-fucking his Uncle. He didn’t need to hear that.

“You were coming in to grab us a couple of beers, but now Mom asked for a couple more things.” Mike moves you out of the cool haven of the fridge and grabs a few things from inside. With his back turned, he can’t see August looking into your eyes as he adjusts himself.

Fuck.

“Hey, Uncle August, was that invitation to come up to the cabin still good? I may have a free weekend coming up.” Mike closing the refrigerator door saves you from the intense draw of August’s fixation. 

“Of course. Anytime you wanna come up, just let me know in advance so I can make sure everything is good for you.” August looks to Mike like he hadn’t been touching his dick and looking at his girlfriend.

“Alright, awesome. Come on, Sweetcheeks.” Mike leads the way, holding the potato salad. You pick up the beers and chanced a glance back at August who is licking his lips and following behind you. You feel his presence behind you as you exit the porch. The unmistakable feeling of a hand ghosting over your hip almost makes you squeal but you school yourself, catching up the Mike.

The rest of the barbecue goes off without a hitch. The interaction between you and August is forgotten until you go in to help clean the dishes. You tell Mike’s Mom to go back outside and that you’ll take care of the rest of the washing. That is, until August comes in and has you all to himself again. 

“Need some help, Princess?” That voice goes straight to your pussy and you instantly tense up at the pet name.

“No, I, uh…I got it. Thank you, Uncle Aug–” You start, but he cuts you off.

“No, Princess. I’m not your Uncle. You call me August.” His hand on your hip as he spoke had you trembling.

“Yes, August.” You don’t know how you were able to speak, but you did it and that’s all that matters.

“Good girl.” The praise has you squeezing your thighs together and accidentally pressing back into August who has moved closer to you. Your ass had been pressed against his clothed cock and it sent shockwaves to your brain.

The groan that escapes August’s mouth vibrates through you. Before you know it, August is putting down his empty beer bottle and putting both hands underneath your dress. Your protests die on your tongue as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties. With a tug, the underwear is coming down your legs and you’re stepping out of them. August brings them to his face to inhale your aroma before pocketing your thong.

“I’ll see you soon, Princess,” August says, leaning down to kiss your shoulder in an almost sweet albeit possessive gesture, “Give Michael my best.”

You’re left gobsmacked in the kitchen, only coming out of your reverie when you hear the door to the kitchen opening. You finish up the washing as the family files in. 

If you ride Mike into the mattress that night, that’s your business. Mike was none the wiser as you thought of a velvety voice, a mustache, and your taken undies. Thoughts of August go away soon enough and are but a distant memory when Mike brings up needing a break from school for a while. 

You casually ask if August will be there while you are at the cabin, Mike says it will just be the two of you and you relax. At least you won’t have to worry about those little moments you and his Uncle shared.

When Mike invites you up to his Uncle’s cabin for the weekend, you are beyond excited. You’ve never been away with him and this is the perfect opportunity to have a little fun away from your college roommates. You love them, but it’s so hard to get some alone time with two other girls breathing down your neck.

You pull up to the cabin on Friday afternoon and notice another car already in the driveway, a tall man dressed rather sharply grabbing a suitcase out of the trunk. As he turns around, you recognize Mikey’s Uncle August. I guess we’re not going to be alone this weekend after all.

Mikey puts the car in park and jumps out before you can even unbuckle yourself. “Uncle August, what are you doing here?”

“My schedule changed so I figured I would come and check on the cabin while you were up here,” August put down his luggage and rolls his sleeves up before running a hand over his mustache.

“Well, we were kinda thinking we would have the place to ourselves, actually,” Mike says, walking around the car after turning it off.

“We?” August’s head tilts as his eyes land on the passenger window.

You watch the exchange from the car, seeing that August has finally noticed you. Exiting the car, you close the door behind you and join Mike who puts a possessive arm around your waist.

“Uncle August, this is my girl. You remember her, right?” 

August nods and correctly remembers your name, slowly letting it pass over his tongue. While Mike is smiling down at you, August lets his eye rake over you from head to toe. If Mike had seen, he would not have been happy. Damnit, August, be cool!

“Michael, why don’t you get the bags while I take your girl inside out of the cold? You can handle that, right?” Before you know it, your hand is taken by a large paw and you are led inside the cabin. August walks close to you and you can smell his aftershave up close, the scent intoxicating.

You’re surprised when it takes Mike as long as it does to get all of the bags into the cabin. You packed pretty light, but August had him take everything to the rooms instead of leaving them by the hallway. You notice August is staying on the bottom floor of the cabin while you and Mike are staying in another room on the second floor.

While Mike is upstairs, August goes to the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of wine. He pours two glasses and offers you the other. You don’t miss how his fingers linger on yours.

“What shall we toast to, Princess?” You don’t hide the shiver that runs down your spine at the pet name.

“Um, to…a hot tub and time away from annoyances,” You lift your glass over to connect with August’s. He holds your gaze as he takes a sip. 

“And to these, maybe?” August holds up a pink lacy pair of underwear, your thong from the barbecue months ago. He still has them, smiling down at you before pocketing them again when you reach out to try and take them.

Mike’s voice startles you as it booms through the cabin, “Sweetcheeks, you wanna get in the hot tub now or later?” Sometimes you wish Mike had a chill mode, but you loved the adorable goofball.

“I’ll get started on dinner while you two have some time alone,” August takes your wine glass and tops it off, and sends you up to find Mike. You can feel his eyes on you as you walk away, but you don’t dare look back.

As you get in the hot tub after getting changed into your bathing suit, the sun is setting over the mountains. Mike’s hands and mouth are over you in an instant, not caring what his Uncle may be seeing. He pulls you into his lap and attacks your neck. Your eyes close at the sensation and when they open, a gorgeous set of oceanic blues lock on you.

August is watching you as Mike slides a hand into your suit bottoms. You know you should tell Mike to stop but the idea of putting on a show for August is a temptation you can’t ignore. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as Mike’s fingers circle your clit before sliding into your entrance. Clutching a hand in his hair, you bite your lip as you ride Mike’s fingers.

As August watches you, he grips and strokes his cock through his pants. You reason with yourself that since you aren’t touching each other, this isn’t cheating. This is just slightly inappropriate, nothing to truly worry about.

Mike’s attention to finger-fucking you is gone as he pulls out his cock, pulling your bottoms to the side. He swiftly enters you and pulls you down onto him fully. Within seconds, you adjust to Mike’s cock and start to ride him while maintaining eye contact with August.

Mike pulls out your tits from your suit top and gives attention to your nipples. The man loves your boobies and it keeps him occupied as you continue your impromptu sex show for August. The older man unzips himself and for a moment, you think you’re going to be graced with the sight of his cock, but he only reaches in to stroke himself. Watching him watching you is enough to send you over the edge. Mike follows after you shortly, pulling out of you to jerk his cock as you didn’t exactly bring condoms to the hot tub.

You watch as August pulls his hand out of his pants, zips himself up, and walks out of your field of vision. It doesn’t look like he came and you instantly want to help him over the edge but hold yourself together. You move yourself to sit next to Mike and rest your head against his shoulder as you both catch your breath and readjust your clothing. A million thoughts run through your head, the most severe of which is gnawing at your soul.

You want August, and it’s obvious he wants you back. How could you want something like that? Mike isn’t perfect, but he’s yours. He adores you and you think the world of him. Yes, he can be a bit aloof, but he’s genuinely interested in your happiness. He doesn’t deserve to be fucked over by your selfish desires.

You are broken out of your reverie minutes later as August beckons you both to come in for dinner. You both towel off and put on robes. August already has the table set with three plates and he sits at the head of the table with you and Mike sitting across from each other. 

The conversation comes easily enough, August mostly focuses on asking you about what you are studying and what your future plans are. Mike seems to be none the wiser that August is paying you so much attention as he shovels pasta in his face. August refills your wine glass, handing it to you, his fingers lingering again. August finally turns his gaze to Mike and asks what you all have planned for the weekend. 

Mike mentions you are scheduled to go to a beer garden tomorrow and you would be meeting some friends afterward. You don’t remember making plans to meet up with friends but you go with it anyway. Mike’s friends were pretty cool, at least the ones you’ve met. Well, Derrick could be annoying and could make Mike completely miserable to be around but hopefully, he wouldn’t be there tomorrow.

You all finish dinner shortly thereafter, a few glasses of wine in your system. August gets up, and you assume he is going to start clearing the table. “August, you cooked, we can clear the table.”

“Nonsense. You’re a guest here,” he says, waving you off, “Michael can clean up the kitchen while I give you a quick tour.” He holds out his hand to lead you through the living room, and that same hand ends up on your lower back. 

Your bare feet pad softly on the hardwood while his shiny shoes clack next to you. Your robe is the only thing preventing August from touching your skin directly. The heat coming off of his hand is enough to elicit a shiver from you. Instead of mentioning it, he just smiles down at you and walks you into the spacious entertainment room.

A large television screen is in front of a sectional couch. Two vintage full-height arcade game systems stand against either side wall. A pool table sits on the right, while a poker table is to the left. You’re impressed with the setup and you say as much.

“Yeah, I like to entertain sometimes. You’re welcome to this room whenever you want. Most of the streaming apps are already set up and there’s a Playstation and XBOX as well if you’re interested,” August points over to the tv, leaning in as he speaks.

“I can already see Mike getting lost in here for a few hours,” you snort, trying to hide your obvious annoyance.

“I’m sure you can keep him occupied, Princess.” There goes that pet name again. You look up at August and he grins like the Cheshire cat down at you.

If Mike hadn’t walked in when he did, you would have leaned into that smile. “I was looking for you guys. Sweetcheeks, are you ready for bed? I’m exhausted.”

“You’re tired from cleaning the kitchen?” August teased, knowing full well that wasn’t what tired the younger man out.

“Yeah…well, it’s a big…kitchen, so,” Nice save, Mike.

“Sounds like a good idea, baby. Let’s go,” you grab Mike’s hand and turn toward August, “Night, August.”

“Goodnight, you two,” August hums, looking from you to his nephew.

The two of you head to bed upstairs, arm in arm. It takes everything out of you not to turn around and look at August once more.

In the middle of the night, you pull yourself out of Mike’s grip and head to the bathroom. You notice your throat is dry and decide to go to the kitchen for a bottle of water. August is already in the kitchen, pouring himself a drink. As he picks up the lowball of amber liquid, he turns to greet you.

“You alright, Princess?” The genuine concern in his voice almost overshadows the fact that he is only clad in a tight pair of boxer briefs. Almost. 

Instead of answering, you are entranced by his hairy chest and defined abdominals. Muscular arms and thick thighs are on full display. You’re sure you’re staring but he doesn’t seem to mind as he makes his way over to you. It seems like he moves in slow motion and your brain doesn’t fully comprehend when he reaches out to you.

His warm hand on your arm reminds you that you forgot to put on a robe before coming downstairs. Your crop top and cheeky underwear leave little to the imagination and you look down at yourself before looking from his hand back up at him. As if seeing your thoughts across your face, August removes his hand from your shoulder.

“I just came down for some water.” You’re surprised that you were able to get those words out, as whiny as they were. Your dry throat returns after you speak.

August nods and turns around to go back to the fridge. The ass on this man is ridiculous too, that’s just unfair. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and brings it back to you. He holds it out to you, and you take it shakily before opening it and taking a sip. You cap it again and hold it up to your suddenly warm neck. You let out a sigh and close your eyes for a beat. When you open them, August is standing closer to you. You didn’t even hear him take a step.

You slowly lower the water bottle from your skin and August takes it, putting your bottle and his whiskey down on the nearby dining table. When he turns back to you, he reaches up and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He takes his time leaning in, giving you an out to easily lean back.

But you don’t lean back, you lean into him as he slots your mouths together. You whimper into his mouth and it is all over from there. He drops your chin, his hands sliding from your face to your neck and down your back until they settle under your ass as he lifts you into his arms.

“Tell me you want me, Princess,” August whispers, the heat coming off his clothed cock blazing into your core, “You want me to take care of you?”

Fuck.

“Yes,” you whimper, carding a hand through his thick head of hair. 

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, walking to his bedroom. He kisses your neck, nipping at it as he settles you back upon his bed. He hovers over you for a moment, rubbing your covered sexes together. Letting you have ample time to change your mind while making sure you won’t.

“Please,” you whine, no longer able to hide your desire to have him inside you.

“Please what? Say it,” he grunts, pressing his groin harder into you.

“Fuck me, August.” is all he needs to hear before he’s pulling your underwear down and off. He doesn’t remove his own, only tucks them under his balls as he runs the head of his dick through your sopping folds. He enters slowly and gradually, letting you adjust to his girth and length.

Once he is fully seated inside you, he begins a punishing rhythm that has your cervix screaming. Your legs wrap around his waist and his hand finds your throat, placing slight pressure on the sides. The older man has you in a daze soon enough, filthy words leaving his mouth.

“Fuck, it’s just like I imagined it,” August grunts, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you, “I jerked my cock so many times with your panties. They barely smell like you anymore. I’m gonna change that.” With that, he pulls out. Getting off the bed, he reaches into the pocket of the slacks he was wearing earlier and finds your thong.

He gets back on the bed and starts to stuff the underwear into your wet snatch. You squirm under his touch as he pushes the material inside you. Once you are full, his finger circles your clit.

“I’m gonna get you to cum all over your panties so I can have that smell back in my life. You’re so perfect, Princess.” Between his words and his finger working you over, it doesn’t take long until you're coating your underwear in sweet nectar and moaning August’s name.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl. Now, let’s get this out, shall we?” That’s all the warning you get. August inserts one thick digit inside you and pulls out the wet lace. He sets them aside and slides his dick back inside you. He sets a slow pace, wanting you to beg for more. It’s not long before he is granted his wish.

“August, harder, please?” Your whimpers go straight to his dick and you feel him involuntarily twitch.

“Yes, Princess. Anything for my good girl.” August lands two soft slaps on your face, his hand then moves back to your throat as you toss your head back into the pillow underneath you. “Is Princess gonna come all over my cock?”

You nod, this time when he lands a slap, you feel a sting. The shock of it mixed with his thrusting has you so close.

“Come for me, Princess. Then I’ll breed this tight little cunt.” 

“No, August. I’m not on birth control. Please don’t…come inside me…” Your words are trailing off as your orgasm catches up with you. The sound of wet squelching echoes in your ears.

“I’m gonna stuff you so full of my cum. You’re mine now, Princess. And I will keep you full of me, giving me strong children one after the other. Tell me to come inside you, Princess. Now!”

“Come inside me, August.” If his hand wasn’t around your throat and his body against yours holding you down, you think you might not have said it. But you did say it. You can’t take it back.

His hips stutter in their movement and you are soon flooded with his spend. He doesn’t stop fucking you until you come again, some of his seed leaking out past his cock as he pulls himself out. He looks down and smiles watching you leak with his spunk, before laying next to you. He draws you closer to rest your head on his chest.

He kisses your forehead in a sweet gesture. Juxtaposed with the filthy act you’ve just committed, you suddenly feel nauseous. You bite back bile as you rest against August. You wish the Earth would open up and swallow you whole. You stay like that for a minute more, feeling your legs get wet with his cum as it leaks from you. 

“You’re going to break up with Michael. I don’t care if you love him and he loves you. You’ll be pregnant with my children soon enough and I’ll be the one taking care of you. He won’t want you because I’m going to ruin you for all other men, Princess.” His words hit you hard followed by his hand around your throat, “Did you hear me?”

“Yes.” You sniffle.

“Yes, what?” You feel his body tense.

“Yes, Sir.” 

“That’s my good girl. You’re mine, remember that. Now, open your mouth,” He still holds onto your throat while he turns to you.

You open your mouth and he spits, half of it landing on your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut in disgust as you hear him laugh at your discomfort. He wipes his saliva into your mouth, “Swallow it, Princess. I would hate to think you don’t want my gift.”

Your world implodes as you swallow, the gravity of cheating on Mike suddenly screaming its way into the forefront of your mind. You hate yourself and you hate August for enticing you.

“Now, be a good girl and end it with Michael. And make yourself useful and bring me my whiskey on your way back, Princess.” 

You get up quickly, finding and putting on your underwear before all but running out of August’s room, you can still taste him on your tongue. You reach the upstairs bathroom connected to your bedroom and make it to the toilet in the nick of time. Your dinner comes back up so harshly that you end up waking Mike up with your gagging.

He comes to hold your hair out of the way and rub a soothing hand on your back. As you finish, you spit, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You close the lid, sitting down on the floor next to Mike as he looks at you concerned.

“Mike, baby, I’m so sorry.” 

“Sweetcheeks, what are you sorry for? You just got sick is all.”

“Not saying sorry for that, I have to tell you something.”

“Babe, you’re scaring me, what’s going on?” Mike’s voice quivers and it is all you can do to stop yourself from kissing his frown away because you’re about to break his heart.

“I…slept with August,” you blurt out, and you start to cry before you can help it, “He told me to come to break it off with you and I don’t want that, Mikey. I don’t want him.” You stop your rambling and sit in silence.

Mike isn’t saying anything and you wonder what is even going through his head. You hazard a look over to his face. His jaw is working in anger and he pulls his knees up to his chest.

“Mike, I’m so sor-”

“We’re leaving. Get dressed.” Mike cuts you off and gets up from the floor. You get up and follow him to the bedroom, pulling on your jeans and hoodie quickly as he begins to pack your suitcases quietly.

You watch him move about the room mechanically. You wish he would talk to you. But, you know you don’t deserve to be comforted. He needs and deserves better than you. As he finishes, he pulls on his clothes and takes your things downstairs.

You follow him down, pausing when you both see August now wearing just pajama bottoms. He actually looks surprised to see you both dressed and holding your luggage.

“Go to the car, I’ll be out in a sec, ok?” Mike’s voice is eerily calm as he hands you the car keys and ushers you outside.

“Mike, let’s just lea-”

“I said, go to the car. I’ll be right there,” he barely raises his voice, but he pushes slightly on your shoulder to get you outside. Like he doesn’t want you to witness something.

You grab your luggage and head outside, closing the door behind you. You try and block out the sounds of a struggle in the cabin as you walk across the gravel driveway. You put your suitcase in the trunk and get in the car. You’re putting on your seatbelt as August comes out to the car. Opening the car door, he reaches in and pulls you out. 

“August, what are you doing? Where is Mike?” Your questions are left unanswered as you are pulled inside. The cabin is eerily quiet and you notice Mike sitting on the staircase, his hair and clothing a mess, staring daggers at you.

“So you gave him my favorite thong of yours, let him fuck you and come inside you, and what? I’m just supposed to let that go and forgive you?” Mike practically spits fire at you, his words scalding you.

“Mikey, please. Let’s just leave like we were going to. I want you, Mikey, I’m so sorry I made a mistake. Please don’t leave me.” You beg at his feet, groveling for him not to quit on you.

“It wasn’t me that left. Remember that. I never wanna see either of you ever again,” Mike grabs his suitcase and moves to pass you, “And you can find another way back to school. I’ll leave your stuff outside. You two deserve each other.”

“Mikey, please–”

Mike pushes past you and walks out of the door. You can hear the gravel crunching under his feet. The unmistakable sound of your luggage and bookbag hitting the driveway. You run out in time to see him driving away. Your entire world shifts around you as the weight of your actions consumes you.

The last thing you remember is your legs feeling wobbly as you are caught by strong arms.

You haven’t seen Mike in almost a year when you bump into him in the supermarket. You’re walking down the frozen food section, perusing the ice cream flavors when you hear someone’s throat clear behind you. You turn around and are met with a messy head of curls peering into your cart, the baby carrier in his line of sight.

“I shouldn’t be surprised you had his baby. You always wanted kids, guess just not my kids.” Mike shakes his head, looking away from you. 

“Mikey, I’m–”

“Save it, you’re wasting your time. I got someplace I gotta be.” Mike rolls his eyes and leaves you where you stand. The coldness of the aisle hits you more harshly than before.

You broke a good man’s heart and you deserved the life you have now. 

You grab August’s fave, mint chocolate chip, and then head to checkout. Loading the car, you head home. August made you drop out of school to begin your new life as his incubator.

He comes out of the house as you pull into the driveway, grabbing the baby carrier and cooing to his son. You’re left to bring in the rest of the groceries.

Since you gave birth, August has been relentless in his attempts to get you pregnant again. Once upon a time, sex all day long would have aroused you. Now, it’s become your least favorite activity. You can’t get wet for August. 

To have any kind of arousal, you’re forced to think of Mikey. The way he would kiss you in the middle of laughing, or the sounds he made while going down on you. That part of your life is gone. Now, you are a mother against your will. And August won’t let you forget what you’re here for.

“My son is hungry, can you handle that, Princess?” He waits until you nod, opening your blouse and unlatching your nursing bra before he gently hands you August Jr. As the baby suckles at you, your mind wanders.

“Yes, Sir.” You start to believe August likes the robotic way you speak now. Whenever you did express emotion, it was to show sadness and he hated that.

While you hold your son, August grabs your chin gently between his forefinger and thumb. “Smile for me, Princess,” You look up at August and follow his command, “That’s my good girl. After he’s done feeding, meet me upstairs. You’re ovulating and I am so attracted to this view of you. Just think of it, Princess. AJ sitting atop your pregnant belly while you feed him. It’s so perfect.” He sweetly caresses your face, never is he as sweet as when he wanted you.

After your son falls asleep while eating, you put him on your shoulder and burp him. You walk to his nursery and lay him down, caressing his curls before kissing his tiny face. It’s not his fault that his father is terrible to his mother.

It’s your fault for letting yourself fall into the arms of a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. You had everything you needed with Mikey. And now you had nothing you wanted with August. Plastering the smile that August loved so much on your face, you walk into your bedroom.

August sits on your bed, waiting for you while he strokes himself. You walk up to him, the sickly sweet smile still on your face, and begin to undress slowly. He reaches up to play with a swollen, wet nipple and you can’t help but enjoy the relief it brings when he latches onto your breast. While he drinks from you, he pulls you into his lap. Without pulling free of your nipple, he uses a hand to slide his cock inside you.

You groan as he breaches you, whimpering as he guides your hips to ride him. August pulls away from your breast to switch to the other, working to drain you while he fucks you. You want to hate him, you wish your milk was poison to kill him. But, instead, all you do is cradle his head and grind down on him.

When he has had his fill of you, he leans back wiping his mouth before maneuvering you to lay on your back as he fucks into you. 

“I love you so much, Princess.” His words are a surprise and they confuse you.

“Why?”

“You’re the mother of my children, of course, I love you…You give us everything we need…You make me so happy…You’re my Princess, I’m your King…And we have our little Prince.” His words are all coming out in short breaths as he tries to hold back his orgasm until after yours. He reaches down to play with your clit as he sucks hickeys into your neck. “Tell me you love me, Princess.”

“I love you, August,” You actually sound like you mean it as your orgasm rushes through you.

“That’s my good girl!” August thrusts into you one last time, releasing his fertile seed inside you. You feel every twitch and squirt inside of you, and you swear you could feel yourself being impregnated at that moment. He stays inside you for a moment longer, pulling out to hold your legs up and rock you side to side as he heard that helps to aid in conception.

This is your life, an endless sea of pregnancy. A hollow promise of love from a man who took everything from you. And the worst part is, you’ve given up fighting because you know you deserve it.

A/N: Welp, that’s something. I’ll be in my bunk, rethinking my life’s choices.

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Coach Sy Part 3

Okay, you guys I've decided this is going to be a series I'm not sure how many parts there will be altogether but this is most definitely not the last. Alayna and Logan's romance is just getting started!!

Warnings: mentions of sex

All the mistakes are very much my own! Reblogs are always welcome. Please don't steal my writing I've worked really hard on this!

Okay, thanks for all the love on this so far! I seriously love you guys!! Enjoy! :)

The smell of coffee caused me to stir from a deep sleep. That and the half-naked grizzly bear peppering kisses across the back of my neck and shoulder. I smiled to myself and yawned, turning to face him. 

“Well, good morning Darlin’,” He grinned. I just smiled, snuggling up closer to him. “You sleep okay?” He asked, he gently grabbed the back of my thigh pulling my leg over him, and started softly stroking my hip with his thumb. 

“Mmm yes,” I hummed “best I’ve slept in a long time,” I said. Scratching my fingers through the hair on his chest.  “A little sore though,” I blushed. I don’t know how he made me so comfortable and so shy at the same time. He smirked, giving my ass a hard squeeze. 

“Was I too rough with you last night baby?” He raised an eyebrow as he continued to massage my hip. I bit my lip and shook my head. 

“No,” I smirked.  “I liked it,” I looked up at him, holding his gaze as he chuckled. 

“Oh, I know you did sugar, remind me again how many times you came for me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and I rolled my eyes and smacked him playfully on the arm

“Stop it,” I blushed.

“Was it 3,” He continued. “No, that was just the first time. Think I pulled 3 more from you when you were feeling me up in the middle of the night.” He smirked. I scoffed. 

“Me? I’m pretty sure you were the one all over me cowboy.” In a rush of confidence, I threw my leg over him, ignoring the screaming in my thighs from the night before, and sat up in his lap straddling him. He grabbed my hips letting me rub myself over his boxers. 

“Now don’t start something you can’t finish baby,” He growled. “I know you gotta be sore,” he smirked. Cocky bastard. But he was right. I pouted. He slid his big hands up my sides bringing one hand around to the back of my neck and pulling me down for a gentle kiss. “I ain’t goin' anywhere sugar, took me this long to getcha, I’m not letting you go, We’ll have plenty of time for fooling around baby.” He smirked, running his hand over my chest and toying with my nipple for a moment. I arched my back letting out a soft whimper and he chuckled. He brought his hand back down to squeeze my hip. “Easy Darlin,” he warned, “you need to rest, and we need to get back to your car and see if we can get it to start.” I sighed, laying my head on his chest.

“I forgot about that, I’d rather just lay here all day.” I pouted again causing him to chuckle 

“I know sugar, me too. But I wanna do this right. And holding you captive in my bed all day isn’t a very gentlemanly thing to do.” He smirked. I snorted. 

“Huh, and what we did last night was?” I smirked raising an eyebrow. He shook his head. 

“Had to get you out of my system darlin, after you kissed me like that. I didn’t know you had that in ya,” He licked his lips looking me over. I blushed and finally slid off his lap getting out of bed. 

“Okay, we really do need to get up before we get started again. I’ve been talking a lot of big games but, I know I can’t handle any more right now,” I blushed again biting my lip and staring at his bedroom floor.  He stood from the bed and wrapped his arms around me pulling my body against his. He lifted my chin to meet his gaze and he just smiled kissing me passionately. 

“I’m glad you stayed last night sugar, I’ve been dreaming about having you in bed for a long fuckin time, but I’m gonna take you out on a real date, and treat you like a lady before we do this again,” He smiled proudly. 

“I’d like that a lot Logan,” I smiled standing on my toes to kiss him again before we finally parted. It was at that point I realized I was still naked. I covered my chest with my arms and he chuckled. 

“I’ve already seen it all baby, I ... uh, went and gathered all your clothes from around the house this morning there on the dresser.” He nodded toward his dresser behind me. “Bathroom’s across the hall if you wanna shower. I can make you a cup of coffee if you’d like?” He rubbed his hands up and down my arms softly. I looked up at him through my eyelashes. 

“You could join me.” I teased. 

“I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you sugar, and I meant what I said, I’m not fucking you again until I take you out.” My breath caught in my throat. God he could be so dirty, I love learning this side of him. He could tell what he was doing to me. I hated how easy it was for him to read me. He already had a cocky smirk on his face. “Don’t worry baby, I ain’t gonna make you wait long. Go freshen up and we can talk in detail while we get your car fixed.” I’d almost forgotten about that again. I smiled grabbing my clothes off his dresser and heading out of his room but not before he smacked me my ass one more time. I just laughed and rolled my eyes. 

After my shower, he greeted me with a travel mug of coffee and handed me another one of his hoodies. “It’s cold out there Darlin, we already have a hard enough time trying not to catch a cold from the kids all the time. I blushed and thanked him. God, He was good at this. How could I have been so blind? I followed him out to his truck and after he loaded up his jumper cables in the back we back to the school. 

“So,” I said finally breaking our comfortable silence. “Where are you taking me on this date?”  I asked and looked over in time to catch his eye. He smiled. 

“Where do you wanna go sugar?” He asked. 

“What was your move? Like what was your go-to first date when you were younger?” I asked. He laughed. 

“You didn’t know me then baby, I was…. I was something else. You wouldn’t have liked me then,” He said. 

“Oh yeah?” I asked raising an eyebrow. 

“I was trouble,” He chuckled. 

“Yeah, well maybe I liked bad boys back then, I would’ve been naive and tried to “fix you”  or whatever they call it.” I laughed. 

“A good girl like you, I’d have broken your heart baby, and I’d have kicked myself for it, ruining a change with a beauty like you.” I blushed. 

“Sy, stop.” I smiled. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it softly as he kept driving down the road. 

“I told you, baby, I’m gonna help you see yourself the way I do.” He kissed my hand. And I smiled. We were quiet again for a few minutes. 

“Is that why you joined the military?” I asked. “Because you got into so much trouble?” He nodded squeezing my hand again. 

“Yeah, It was getting pretty bad sugar I’m not gonna lie to ya. I got mixed up with a bad crowd. It was either the service or I was eventually gonna end up in prison. I didn’t like how sad my mama looked when I came home in cuffs the last time.” I nodded squeezing his hand tighter letting him know I was listening. “Of course, it scared her to death when I told her I was going to be on active duty, but I think she knew why I was doing it.” He swallowed hard and looked over at me. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked… shy. “What got you into coaching after that?” I said changing the subject attempting to ease the tension. 

“Well after I retired officially from service. I still wanted to do something ya know? And I’d always loved football, I played when I was in school, linebacker,” He smiled proudly. “Military pays for school so I went for my degree. Major’d in history so I could take a teaching position. I’m glad I did. Or I wouldn’ta met you.” 

“Smooth,” I smiled 

“Worked though didn’t it, you’re blushin’” He smirked. 

“You always make me blush,” I stated matter of fact. 

“I noticed” He winked. 

We pulled into the teacher parking lot then. He parked close in front of my car and hopped out popping the hood of his truck. “Pop your hood for me sugar,” He smiled. I opened my car door pulled the lever and listened for the “Pop” sound signaling that the hood of my car was open. That was about all I was good for. I stepped back and let him do the rest. I was definitely not a car girl. I watched as he opened the hood and propped it up. Something stuck a flame inside of me watching him tinker around hooking up the jumper cables. Jesus, how was it possible for him to be more attractive. I cleared my throat 

“Thanks for doing this,” I said. Wringing my wrist awkwardly. He looked over and smiled as he carefully attached the last cable to his truck. 

“Of course Darlin, I wasn’t gonna leave you stranded. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you here to call some towing service or something, assholes like that always take advantage of women. I wouldn’t let that happen to you.” I bit my lip

“You really are such a gentleman Sy,”

“It ain’t no big deal baby. If this doesn’t do the job it’s probably the battery, I can take you to get one and change it right here.” He said. Fuck. As much as I didn’t want to spend the money I really wanted to see that. All sweaty, muscles rippling, up to his elbows in grease. I had to snap out of it. 

“I didn’t know you were a mechanic, Jack of all trades huh?” He chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck. 

“Not professionally but I did rebuild the engine in my first truck, and I do most of the maintenance on this one. More of a hobby than anything I guess. Just like to keep busy.”  He was killing me and he had no idea. 

“Ah, so when Darcy needs an oil change I can bring her to you captain?” He chuckled. 

“You named your car Darcy?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“What can I say, I’m a Pride and Prejudice fan! You know I’m a book lover!” I exclaimed. He smiled and grabbed my hips pulling me closer. 

“That I do, I’d be more than happy to help you with anything you need Sugar,” He leaned in and kissed me softly.  

“You know,” I said smiling as we pulled away, “you never answered me earlier, where are you taking me,” I asked. He raised an eyebrow questioningly 

“You never answered me, where do you wanna go?” He asked. I sighed and chuckled. 

“Not this again, surprise me, you set everything up last night didn’t you.” I think he was blushing now. 

“I did, and if I didn’t screw it up so catastrophically,” I cut him off

“You didn’t! I did! What you did. What you had planned was so sweet Logan. I just let my own insecurities get in my way. I’m sure whatever you plan for us will be perfect!’ I smiled. He nodded and kissed me again. 

“Alright, Well let me think on it, let's see if we can get your car to start. Got your keys?” I handed them to him and he sunk down into my little car into the driver seat. I  could get used to mundane little things like this. He put the key in the ignition and thank God! It started right up! “There we go! Just drained your battery. If I let you go can I trust you not to end up stranded on the side of the road somewhere?” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me for a second. I laughed and nodded. 

“Yes, I’m not usually an airhead like that. I was just… distracted. I’ll text you and let you know I made it home.” I smiled and kissed him again. 

“Okay.” He smiled kissing me again. And again. 

“Logan, you have to let me go eventually,” I laughed. 

“I don’t want to,” He chuckled kissing me one more time on the lips and then pressed his lips to my forehead.  “Alright, be safe baby,” He said finally letting me out of his hold. 

“I’ll see you Monday Logan,” I said 

“Bye Sugar,” He said as I got into my car.

I immediately called the girls in a group call as soon as I got home. After I sent Sy a text telling him I’d made it home of course. 

“Oh my god, tell me everything!” Skyler started. 

“You had sex with him didn’t you?” Hayley asked. 

“Wow that escalated quickly, I laughed jumping up and sitting on my counter wincing slightly at the shock between my legs. Okay so I did but let me get to that part! I poured myself a glass of wine while they continued. 

“Are you gonna tell us are not, this is torture,” Skyler said groaning. 

“Calm down I’m gonna tell you!” I said.  “So we got back to the school last night right, and I was totally going to chicken out. I was going to ignore everything I’m going to be completely honest, I acted like an idiot and I was so embarrassed.”  I said. 

“So what changed your mind? Because clearly, it sounds like you didn’t do that.” Hayley said. I took a long sip of wine. 

“Well, my car wouldn’t start.”

“Oh shit!” Skyler said “What did you do? How did you get home? Oh my god did he drive you home?!” She asked excitedly. 

“I’m getting to that!” I said. “He was going to help me but neither of us had our jumper cables. And it was late. I was emotionally drained. I had this big mental breakdown. This man literally holds me in the middle of the parking lot!” 

“Oh my god stop! Wait don’t stop keep going I need to know more!” Skyler said. We all chuckled at that. 

“Dude,” Hayley laughed. 

“What I’m happy for her!”

“Okay fair,” She said. “Continue my dude.”

“Thank you, So anyway, that’s when we figured out we didn’t have the jumper cables and then I don’t know what happened exactly but he asked me if he was doing something wrong. And tells me he’s been flirting with me forever and…” 

“I fucking told you!” Skyler interrupted. 

“Yeah, I know, I know,” I said  “Anyway so he tells me how he’s felt all this time, and I broke down again and told him everything I’d texted you guys earlier. And… He told me he was going to make me see how beautiful he thinks I am and then we… made out... In the parking lot.” There was a squeal from the other end of the phone. I knew it was Skyler. 

“Dude that’s awesome!” Hayley said. “So are you guys like dating now?” 

“Well he’s been calling me baby all day and he said he won’t have sex with me again until he takes me out for real,”

“So you did have sex!” Skyler squealed again. I blushed. 

“We did, in the parking lot he said he wanted to take me home with him. When he started to drive me home I asked if he meant it….and I asked him to take me home with him. 

“Look at you being bold!” Hayley said. 

“How was it? Is he mmm,” Skyler laughed and her voice trailed off insinuating she was asking about his size. 

“I am not telling you about that. But I’m still sore I’ll tell you that much.” I laughed. 

“Oh gross!” Hayley groaned. 

“Oh, he is then!” Skyler laughed. 

“Oh my god, well hey I have to go I need to get caught up on some stuff around the house and for work but I’ll see you guys for dinner on Thursday! And I’ll text you,” I said

“Okay love you!”

“Love you, dude!”

I hung up the phone and smiled to myself. I really couldn’t believe this was my life. I downed the rest of the glass of wine and got up to do some housework. 

I didn’t do much the rest of the weekend just lay around working on progress notes and reading a little bit. Sy texted a few times. He asked my favorite color and favorite food. I think he was trying to narrow things down for the date. 

Monday morning rolled around again fast. I woke up early to get ready for work, I kept it simple with some flowy plants and a sweater. Fall Is definitely making its entrance. As I was heading out the door I saw I had a text from Sy 

“Morning Sugar, I’ve got coffee this morning ;) see you in a bit.”

I smiled to myself and locked the door behind me as I left for school. 

“Good morning! How was your weekend?” I greeted Jessica at the front desk as I walked into the guidance office. 

“You’re awfully chipper this morning,” She smiled “How was your weekend, Sugar?” she smirked. 

“You knew didn’t you?” I asked setting my things on my desk. She just smiled

“How was the game?” she asked. 

“It was great! Would’ve been better If I didn’t get in my own way so much. But you already know that, you’ve been telling me that for years.” I laughed. 

“Carol came down last week when you were on lunch and told me all about Sy’s little plan, she was so excited for you. I just hoped you’d be open to him enough to let it happen.” 

“I wasn’t, but He is the kindest man on the planet so it all worked out.”

“Well good! So how long til we see you parading around with a ring on your finger,” She smirked. 

“Oh hush we haven’t even been on a date yet!” I teased

“But we will,” Sy came around the corner holding a cup holder of coffee, his signature smirk on his face. “Good morning ladies, What are we gossiping about this morning,” chuckled sending Jess a playful wink. She laughed

“Oh nothing, Coach. Just talking about your victory Friday night.” she smiled Sy looked over and smiled at me

“Oh yeah, it was a big win.” He winked. “Jess I went ahead and picked you up coffee too Alayna sent in your order.” He smiled at her handing her the cup. 

“You’re so sweet Sy thank you!” She looked over at me and smiled

“If he’s gonna be wrapped around my finger might as well use it to our advantage!” I smirked. 

“Hey now! I’m more than an errand boy!” He pouted. 

“I know honey, but you’re just so good at it,” I teased. 

“Well if that’s how you’re gonna be then maybe I won’t take you out Saturday,” He smirked. 

“Whoa, now hold on, we can figure something out,” I pouted he shook his head. 

“You see how she treats me,” He said. Jess laughed

“I can’t with you two I’ve got work to do,” she said. He chuckled. 

“Alright sugar, I’ll take you Saturday, If, you come to the game Friday night,” he said smirking. 

“Oh so now there’s stipulations. Okay, I’ll bite. I’ll be there. Where are you taking me on Saturday?” 

“Well, I remembered you talking about how you loved Grease and you liked the second movie even though it was bad. And you loved the bowling scene because it looked so fun back in the day. So, I thought we could get dinner and then go to the late-night bowling in town sound fun?” 

“You remembered me talking about my favorite movie?” I smiled. 

“Of course I do,” He smiled. I blushed

“That sounds really fun! I have to warn you though, I’m a horrible bowler.” I laughed. 

“I can help you,” He winked. 

“Okay then it’s a date,” I said. 

“Good, Well I’d better get to my class, you ladies have a wonderful day!” He said walking out of the office. Jessica looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t hide my giddiness. He made me feel like a teenager all over again. I couldn’t get him out of my head. I could not wait for our date on Saturday!

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Horniest song to fuck Henry's characters too!

Okay... let's do this.

Headsup, I give no permission to reuse my content, copy, repost, translate, etc. 🖤

Characters included: August Walker, Captain Syverson, Sherlock Holmes, Mike, Geralt, Walter Marshall.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, sex.

August fucks you to Angel by Massive Attack... meaning: buckle up, sweetheart, because it's going to be slow, sensual and rough. First, he blindfolds you, wrapping a silken black scarf around your eyes, then goes your wrists and ankles, spread eagle on his bed.

He takes his time with you, his strong hands coursing through your naked body, touching you everywhere but the spots where you really want him to. He wants to see you writhe, needs to hear you cry and beg for him to fuck you and only then.. he might put something inside you.

More characters below the cut 🍄

Ideally, you should be fucking to romantic country music, maybe a bit of Creedence Clearwater Revival, but something got into you, and you want it wild. You want to fuck him like an animal, want to feel him from the inside.

Nine Inch Nails - Closer booms through the radio as you shove Sy against his own truck and unbuckle his belt. You nibble his ear while your hand grip his big fat cock and as you jump his hips and slip him inside your wet cavern, you whine, "you get me closer to god".

(read more Sy and NIN in Feral Collision)

Walter's emotional spectrum ranges from being completely quiet to pissed AF. But don't be confused by his death stares. He definitely has a romantic side.

Black candles burn in his bedroom as he fucks you gentle-rough to Love you to Death by Type O Negative.

But... if he ever has a bad day, you are getting your ass pumped to Walk by Pantera.

He is frivolously in love with you, but then again, he is also incredibly horny, so excuse him for thinking about sex all day long and for fucking you in the back of his care to A.D.I.D.A.S by Korn playing in the background.

Clair de Lune is quite romantic, isn't it? You love playing it loudly while you walk through his forlorn mansion, wearing nothing but a sheer robe.

After he fired the entire household crew, the house sank into decadence, but there is some beauty in destruction and there is definitely something enticing in seeing the half-maddened detective as he plays pool all with himself.

You linger at the door of his study, letting your breasts peek through the open robe to catch his attention, and next thing you know, you are flat on your back upon the pool table, being fucked and bred to tears. (more Sherlock pool table stuff here)

You hate Geralt, and he hates you, but that never stops you two from fucking like two angry beasts in the back of the tavern.

Up against the wall, he hikes up your skirts and enters you rough and raw, each thrust causing the wooden walls to shudder. He has no restraint; he doesn't care if it hurts but neither do you.

You mutter curses and pull each others' hair while Jaskier is playing Burn Butcher Burn from the other room...

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