best mistake you'll make.

Mike. Eighteen. Senior. Greaser. Certified badass. I’ve been a mover since birth. My feet are restless and my heart is nomadic. It’d be wise not to mistake my chill nature for weakness. I’m a nice guy until you fuck with me or my family. Be it the Changs or the Greasers. Some have called me a bad boy. I’m just a guy who can get things done.

[greaserinrhythm]

you're one of the best mikes that i have ever seen. i know that you probably aren't going to post this but i'm incredibly interested in a tike 1x1 with you. if you could somehow relay whether this would be possible in your next post through the tags or by replying to this ask... let me know! thanks :)

I haven’t been on this account in ages! I accidentally logged on tonight and I just wanted to say thanks so much for the love! And if you’re still around, a 1x1 sounds cool! :)

[saintsoc-blog]

You don’t know shit about me.

[greaserinrhythm]

You're a Soc. That's all I need to know. 

[greasingainteasy]

As enticing as it sounds for your Virgin Chow Chein to waltz on in my Lair, I’m not trying to have him show off his nipple twister combo’s when I’m strutting ‘round in my birthday suit. This is a nerd free zone. 

[greaserinrhythm]

Discrimination against nerds? Tana, I'm hurt.

[divagreaser]

Do you ever just see somethin’ and go “Hmm white folks…”? That’s me right now. Like ya’ll do realize that it is fall right? And Bermuda’s in October? Ya’ll gotta do better.

[greaserinrhythm]

You're surprised? Remember when September showed it's head and people we're screaming about fall, scarves and pumpkin spice latte even though it was still hot as hell?

[saintsoc-blog]

If you’re unsatisfied with the job, get a new one.

[greaserinrhythm]

Spoken like a man who's never had to pound pavement just to get a call back. 

[cheertanabanana]

Well now you know how the dozens of innocent people feel when you kill them, even if it is in this fake world with what I am sure if very realistic graphics. I will be addicted to no such thing! Can’t you play games to exercise your mind and not the minimal cells in your brain dedicated to crime?

[greaserinrhythm]

Fine, fine. Just for you, Rae, I will find a suitable game to play for .... ten minuets before I go back to Clicking Bad and GTA. Is Cooking Mama suitable?

[greasingainteasy]

Goddamn, Ebola hop scotch off of Mercedes and skid down the yellow brick road to get you saying loca shit Mikey?

[greaserinrhythm]

He's annoying. He's fifteen. i make five bucks an hour. In my defense, I never said the devil. I was thinkin' like sacrificing him to the church of Santana or something.

[greaserinrhythm]

That's What Friends Are For → Mikecedes

[greaserinrhythm]

Tagging → Mercedes Jones & Mike Chang

Location → Mercedes’ house.

Time Frame → Saturday Night

Notes → Mike decides to pay Miss Jones a visit. NSFW.

MERCEDES JONES

The first kiss is completely exploratory. Mercedes is surprised by Mike’s subtle approach. She’d had him pegged as… much more of a go-getter. While his kiss soft almost bordering on relaxing, his hands are doing what she expected his mouth to be doing. Mike hands are downright disrespectful, gripping her ass as if it’ll take him to heaven. And she has plans to try to see if his own beliefs are true. When she lands on her back, all she can do is gasp in shock. Her upper hand with Mike is gone, and now all Mercedes can do is buck her hips in vain attempts to cool the low burning, pooling in her stomach. The sound that came from Mercedes lips is almost pathetic when he unlatches his lips from her own to kiss the skin open at her cleavage. And the low burn, turns into a flame, licking her insides, as she feels his hand sink into her shorts. This situation has to change, because she’ll be a wet mess by the time he’s through with her. Not that the thought isn’t completely delightful, but just sitting and taking has never been Mercedes’ style.

Mercedes breathes a low moan, at the options he’s given her. Both thoughts turn her on, and leave promising ends to the nights. So she kisses him, trying to make her decision. Tilting her head so his lips fall onto her own, she kisses him hard. Her full lips sucking and kissing his own, as she attempts to gain back some of the control she’s lost. Taking small hands, she scratches lightly until finds the button on his pants. With nimble fingers, the button is undone and the zipper is down. Biting his lower lips she gently pulls down indicating what she wants. “You sure you’re gonna have the energy to do both?” Gently pulling down again, a murmured “Pants off boo.” She nips playfully at the skin on his neck, as she slips her hands over the waist band of his boxer briefs, a smile growing on her face. Her fingers trail down his length in excitement. “How about you decide?”

MIKE CHANG

Mike lets out a breath as she takes the reigns. She’s in control and Mike likes it that way. There’s a part of him that enjoys being submissive; especially when a woman like Mercedes is calling the shots. The way her full lips draw his into her mouth only makes him that much more excited for her. He’s eager to return the favor as her small hands quickly undo the front of his jeans. Teeth gently tug at his bottom lip and he already know what she’s wants. After a few moments, he obliges. Pulling back from her sweet lips and smirking as her fingers crawl down his length. He can feel his dick pulse in response and within seconds, his jeans are off. Mike’s own hands begin massaging her thighs. Crawling to the inside of her shorts and slowly making their way up to her core. He pauses, leaning forward and presses his forehead against hers. His thumbs tease her, rubbing right outside of the underwear she’s wearing. Something he’s sure he’s going to want to rip off. “I’m in the mood for a little taste testing,” Mike whispers, gently tugging her shorts down.

He casts them to the side, quickly rubbing her mound through her panties. He caresses her painfully slow, fighting every urge within his body from whipping it out and sliding it inside of her. Mike has no doubt she’s wetter than what she leads on. Tighter than he imagines. He’s aching to know what she’s like but he waits. He knows patience is a virtue. He lowers himself in between her thighs, leaving soft, sweet kisses against the inside of her thighs. He kisses her through her underwear before slowly pulling them down. Once they’re off, he uses his middle finger to rub the inside of her folds. The only word going through his mind is ‘fuck’ as he feels her. A finger slips inside as he uses his thumb to rub her clitoris. Just as he gets a steady rhythm going with his hands, he stops abruptly. Wrapping his arms around her thighs and burying his face deep within her. His tongue massages her core, the tip licking in an upward motion until it stops her click. He sucks gently on the bundle of nerves before his tongue deeps deep within her again, wriggling around. 

[greaserinrhythm]

Halloween is coming up and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't considering offering my brother up for sacrifice for a better paying job. 

[cheertanabanana]

So let me understand this, you are purposely putting yourself in the world of a psycho drug dealer? And not only are you playing along side him - or is it as him? - but you actually enjoy this? 

[greaserinrhythm]

Rachel, don't kill my vibe. Just play a round for yourself and you'll be addicted in no time. 

[veronicacdemia]

What in the hell is clicking bad?

[greaserinrhythm]

Think Breaking Bad but in click form. 

[cheertanabanana]

What is that? 

[greaserinrhythm]

It's like the simulated version of the show Breaking Bad. Except, not simulated and you're literally just clicking shit. 

[greasingainteasy]

Your Asian is showing Pikachu.

[greaserinrhythm]

Santana, I swear you set me up for the most inappropriate comebacks. 

[greaserinrhythm]

So I just discovered the game Clicking Bad and it's really fucking addictive. 

[greasingainteasy]

And you get tips still? It’s a win, win, and this is calling for a career change.

Ya, I got a flock of birds and alley cats meowing, twitting, and grunting at all hours when I strut bye, so he doesn’t ring a bell. Nah, just moi. 

[greaserinrhythm]

We'll have my inner stripper and inner "businessman" duke it out. See who wins first. 

Can't blame 'em, T. You're an only child? Consider yourself lucky.

[greasingainteasy]

Doesn’t mean they get to peel back the banana hammock and get a dick sprining off their leathery exteriors.

Oh ya? You got siblings?

[greaserinrhythm]

True -- well, unless, you know, they're easy on the eyes. It'd be hard not to oblige then. 

Yeah, you probably met him. 'Ye high. Fifteen. Hella awkward but still likes to cat call the ladies. You've probably heard him whistling at you once or twice but failed to notice. He tends to stick to the shadows. Any more Lopez's I should know about?

[divagreaser]

So that means I gotta deal with the dragons all by myself then? And what are you even talkin’ about?! Your Mom has this stare man… I swear she could stop Satan from wrecking her shit with it.

[greaserinrhythm]

You have lost some of your mind if you think I'm going to help you out with your parents. Remember the last time I was at your house and nearly got caught? My mother is harmless. She might death stare you until you crumble into pieces, but she's harmless.