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(20) dark content ahead ! :< not an organized blog :(

[midnite-c6]

yess i can't stop thinking about mean gojo because he KNOWS hes the shit so he'll be MEAN abt it n tease u asf meowwwwww

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ cocky and meanie!gojo satoru . . . warnings: 18+, SMUT, teasing, aged up , degradation overstimulation, NOT PROOFREAD, short drabble!

˖𓍢ִ໋❀.ೃ࿔ satoru gojo, your bestest friend, is unfortunately a man who's so full of himself he could eat off it.

he'd be sooooo annoyed about you blabbing and complaining about not having the perfect boyfriend to satiate all your needs. how could you complain when he's right in front of you? "i'm just so jelly! they all have their sweet boyfriends at their beck n' call..." you aimlessly babble as you were laid out on your bed scrolling through the contacts in your flip-phone.

"blah, blah, blah..." he spouts, usually he's the one rambling on about stupid things you couldn't care about. how long would he have to suffer listening to your horny thoughts?

"i haven't been fucked in practically years..." you'd casually say with a frown. he rolls his eyes so hard they'd almost stuck. "wow, you're kidding me," "ugh- i genuinely would like a mean fucking right now- i dunno," you were bored out of your mind in your shared dorm with satoru, it's bound to have days like this. "eewww." he groans despite how he loves it every time there's evidence on how the two of you had become so disgustingly close, no story or request would phase either of you.

"you're so shy in public and ya' have the audacity to say that to me?" satoru gojo has everything, but he feels like he's being punished right now. "you are my friend, just listen," you smile as you were deep in thought.

"maybe i could try sugu'?"

he groans and immediately jumps you against your bed, his lanky body caging your frame. "satoru!" you scold, though physical contact wasn't really a problem with the both of you.

"not geto! really?" gojo's mouth jutted out in the most exaggerated pout. "him before me? he's already got enough girls, blah. talk about manwhore."

"before you? d'you think you're an option?" he scoffs, "i should be the first option!"

he pinches your cheeks and gives you a snarky smile. "pleaseee?" satoru obnoxiously leaves barely any space between his lips and yours. "please? please? please?" he quickly bites your lip and flee away before you could stop him. "let me fuck you...?"

"tsk, you goof, i'd imagine you a whiny mess in bed."

"hah." he gives you the usual grin he makes whenever he's drunk off of adrenaline from a hard fight. "i could fuck you like a bitch."

"satoru!" you furrow your brows at him, smacking his lips at the language, "whaaaat? you can't take dirty talk? after all that talk?"

"j-just shut it.."

"let me have fun with you, hehe."

♡ɞ˚~

"you've fantasized about this, i bet," he prods his dick against the cloth, trying hard to fuck you through your cotton panties. "only whores would think about this, hmmm?" he's got you folded underneath him. his one hand's taken a hold of both your legs, keeping them together. the other hand guiding his length. "sato- satoruu..." you whimper softly. your clit twitches fromthe additional friction of the cotton.

"haaah-! you have suuuuch a slutty face when you moan!" "toru, don't be so mean-!" you cry.

"mm'just telling you incase you dunno- it's so fucking hot- i'd frame it if i could," he rolls his hips deliberately slow just to watch your face twist into that flustered mess again. his smirk would turn wicked. “satoruu…” you breathed, all soft and shaky...

he loved it. loved how weak your voice got under him. loved how your face flushed that pretty pink when he teased you with slow rolls of his hips, even if there was fabric.

“hmm? what’s wrong?” he tilted his head mockingly, feigning innocence even as he pressed harder through the fabric. “knew you can't handle a little teasing...”

his hand slid from pinning both your legs together to suddenly gripping one thigh instead, yanking it up higher around him so there was no space left at all. surprising you with his dick slipping fully inside you, your panties swept to the side. "'toru!" he drives his cock as far as it could inside your cunt. you didn't even know it could go that far!

the moment satoru's cock slipped all the way inside you, he mockingly laughs. "my best friend's a slut!" he announced proudly. your eyes stung from how overwhelming it is. you're trying so hard not to cry and feed his already big ego. he was so insufferable.

how can he already move with such speed right after he's bottom out? you swore it was because of his powers. he's really maxed out on everything, fucking's not an exception. "how can ya ignore me for years, m'handsome, rich, powerful... should i have advertised- fuck- my big dick?"

you look up at him, staring through the haze, and watch the crazylook on his face: smiling and showing off all his teeth, drunk off pride. you've definitely underestimated how calm he'd be while you feel like you're gonna pass out any minute from how hard he's rearranging your guts.

"even if you're a whore and an ignorant bitch, i still love you. ♡"

"you crying?" line to utahime went triple platinum in my room. this ones kinda a bum am sorry and i love ur reqs guys!!

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cult leader!geto helps you with your sexual frustrations ♡ warnings: 18+, SMUT, DARK CONTENT, teasing, MANIPULATION, noncon -> dubcon, god complex, power play, religion play, virgin!reader, evil suguru geto, edging, filthy… NOT PROOFREAD

⋆˚꩜｡suguru geto, the man you’d hear all over your village. a name spoken so often about a man who others deemed “a miracle worker”. the supposed “healer” of all of your relatives. the ones that have always referred you to contact master geto whenever you have troubles with physical illness, mental grief, sorrow… all of the sorts. every recommendation felt more like a command if you think about it, your relatives make it seem like suguru geto personally had saved your families lives.

you’d brush off the suspicion because you know there was really no other way to remove the pain of yours. there was only one thing to do.

—⠀♱ ⠀

now here you are, alone in a room with him— he who is “the blessed”. he sits comfortably atop the raised platform, head rested against the knuckles of his hand, regarding you with quiet amusement. below him you remain on your knees, pressing your skin upon the cold floor.

“do not get shy on me… i’ve got to attend a meeting in a few,” he says with a lighthearted tone and a convincing smile, it almost makes you open up easier. unfortunately, you never knew where to start. or even how to describe it.

“you went out of your way to meet me, as i did to you, so we shouldn’t be wasting both of our times should we?…” he’d mumble something right after that, his lighthearted demeanor showing a hint of annoyance for a second, you swore you heard him say the word “monkey” out of his mouth. he returns his smile as he looks at you straight in the eye, you turn away and gather the courage to speak.

“your majesty… i… i just feel a little down, troubled breathing, h-heart palpitations…” he gives you a hum in response, making sure you know that he understands your situation to the fullest.

geto chuckles, and gives a sigh you could only consider that is of disappointment. “tell me how it really is, sweetheart.” your heart falls out of your chest. how could you possibly create the wrong answer at a situation like this?

he sees your hesitation now. but he knows you are right. he can physically see the curse restricting your body, one he’s excited to consume for his own, and not for your own good, but he also knows the reason of a curse like that tangling you.

you give him a confused stare, there was nothing else you could say… that is what you were feeling… that was the appropriate response to a deity, your relatives say, such as him.

“confess.” he stands up and you’d further bend your neck to look up at him. “confess, or shall i do it for you?” you were still dazed at his words, giving you no time to process, he steps down the platform and stands in front of you. he gives you a small grin, “your problem requires a little force does it?”

“forc- whaa?”

—⠀♱ ⠀

he’s now got you spread out on a table to discard your mid-length skirt, “how modest” he mumbles, and panties onto the ‘sacred’ floor.

“m-master geto! what are you doing..!?” you’re too shocked to cry, forcibly closing your thighs together to cover yourself. “keep them open.” his hand dives in-between the spot where your thighs meet. “let me explain your problem for you,” he leans over, his hot breath tickling your skin, “since that’ll be much more arousing, wouldn’t it?” his calloused thumb circles gently against your clit.

a feeling you had done to yourself countless of times. it’s just much different when it came from someone else. “hnnh— what are you talking about—?” you try so hard not to moan. you fail.

“i know how you have trouble sleeping, how you have that heavy weight of your chest, as if you couldn’t breath.” his thumb continues to circle over the sensitive bud as a digit of his slowly eases its way inside your embarrassingly soaked hole. tight like the perfect vestal.

“and sometimes.. most times.. you dream about being forcefully shoved of a cock.” he lets out a boisterous laugh. the finger on your cunt curling against the spongy muscle. “you feel like you’re missing out on your youthful years, so you won’t say no to the next person that’ll ask , no force, to touch you.”

you cover your face with your hands, now you’re really crying! though… you can’t bring yourself to deny it.

“you have two hands that work perfectly fine, and you don’t stop me.” his other hand decides to take off the hands that cover you. “i’m so sorry…” he appreciates your embarrassment.

“don’t worry, sweetheart. i’m here to help those in need remember? i’ll take up your request. you don’t have to feel ashamed at all.”

he positions himself back up to get a perfect vision of your body, tilting his neck towards your pussy as he slowly spits out a glob of saliva to count as lube when he adds another finger. “take all of this as a blessing.” your own two fingers have never made you feel so full. your back arches to chase his hands, “master..ge—to…”

you feel it… the tightening that was described in erotica, in movies, the build up to the feeling of pure ecstasy. your moans echo across the room, he didn’t lock any of the doors, but he sees that you’re just fine with the fact. “m-master geto- thank you- thank yo—“

he feels the way you were close. feels the way you will explode of pleasure because of a man you met only now.

he discards his fingers from your sopping hole. licking his lips as he stares and revels the reaction of you being treated soso… unfair. something he was an expert at doing.

and … you didn’t know if you reached your climax or not, you just knew you wanted so much more. you felt heftily betrayed despite the situation that you are at his disposal. “mast-master geto- fingers- please—“ the feeling you had felt seconds ago was so delicious… so freeing… of course you’d be sad.

a suspicious man who’d offer to help you with your frustrations and make you forget the shame that came with it … has now unsurprisingly betrayed you.

you’d watch his darkened eyes through your foggy vision, blurred from your tears, and hear the same disingenuous chuckle he’s been using for the past hour. “another greedy monkey.” he scrunches his face as if he was physically repulsed by the idea. you’d tear up again. it was like there was a switch that had been flipped. master geto seemed so soft and giving at first…!

“wasn’t that enough? i never said i’d make you cum.”

”b-but—“ he sighs. “don’t continue fighting your case. me touching you is enough.” he pinches your clit, you yelp. “you’ve never been touched before, i’ve made you moan,” he mocks the yelp you had just released, giggling to himself. a laugh that lasts for a moment before he switches back to his unsettling attitude that for some reason makes your cunny tighten against thin air!

“do you want to be touched by the others?” you don’t question who “the others” are, you just wanted him!

“n-no-! no! m’not- like that— not a whore-“ you immediately shake your head, stumbling upon your words, “sweetheart, you are exactly that.”

suguru geto thinks nothing of you but a pathetic slut.

he lifted the hand that was previously on your thigh to be in line with your vision, kneading the sticky liquid between his fingers. “this is the incense i have let stain my holy hands.” the sight of the whitish discharge up against your face made you drown in guilt, and it made you even more hungry for him to take more out of you.

“fucking wet and pathetic. you still ask for more?”

he’d look at you all disgusted, and before you make a pathetic whine, his hand shoots forward, spreading your sticky juice all over your face, pressing intently hard across your lips. you’d almost part it to let his digits in, and of course, he notices. “sorry mast—“ he slaps your lips. “i am cleaning, silence.” you’d purr in fear, the scent of your own pleasure making you dizzy. your legs exposed to the cold air of the room doesn’t help so you’d press them together, his other hand would smack your knee too. “tsk. follow my orders, keep them open.”

“if your master is presenting you a lecture, you should listen and abide to their rules, no?” the hand on your mouth would now drag down to your neck, your chest, your stomach, and your clit again. you moan in relief, and yelp right after. the sting of the sorcerer’s slap on your cunt catches you off-guard. “mph-!”

“if you can’t even listen, are you even worthy to be a part of my world?” the previous burden he had promised to ‘exorcise’ has now returned, and your tears start to pool and drip down to your chin. “i pro-promise! mast-master geto— i know- i know you’re the only one who can save me!” every assurance you gave him he’d graciously flick your clit,

“master geto, you are my saviour! m’lord— p-please-“ every beg and crying shame, he flicks it faster n’ faster, “please- fuu— i give my body to you—! you’re the only one who c-could save it!” he smiles at your efforts and rewards you with pleasure. isn’t he a simple god? “that’s more like it.”

you feel it again, … the tightening… the pleasure building up … the reward…

he pulls his hand away, and if he sees you trying to rock your hips for any sort of contact, he moves it farther. “our time here is done.”

“n—noo! master getooo—!” you whine as loud as you could, frustrated by the second time you’ve been duped. “let me cum!”

“i tell you when you cum, okay? not you to decide for your body. you’ve given it to me.” he edges you again, smudging his hand on your thigh to clean the sticky incense from his fingers as he tuts.

“my meeting’s now, put on your skirt and use your panties to clean up the mess you’ve made. you don’t need to wear your underwear, right?”

you were dumbfounded. and just like that, he leaves, you don’t expect much more for him, but it was way different in fantasies.

he does not kill the cursed spirit trapping your body. just so that their would be a sure-fire way you’d come back and be on your knees to ask for his help again. a problem a god could only solve.

a problem he could only solve. <3

shud i write mean gojo ? andd hi im back and will flop to the ground bcuz theres already a hell ton of great jjk writers hehhe,, am taking requests btw :))

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hello guys i miss u so much!! sorry i’ve been so busy… n everytime i take a hiatus or break it just ends up me forgetting tumblr writing altogether LMAO, i appreciate all the ppl missing me in my inbox, i miss u guys too i’m glad i’m atleast worth 1 second of thinking of heheheh

idk if i’m gonna write stranger things or squid game stuff anymore,, it’s really hard to write for something i’ve moved on from

what r we interested rn twins? is anyone interested in jjk fics ? IVE BEEN SO FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AT SUGURU GETO n.. stepbro/bestfriend suguru geto/gojo/toji

still the same dark fic writer u know and love!!

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Bro where are u 💔💔💔💔??? It’s been a week

hi twins so like been rlly busy with college shit and i just got back from a real high fever soo my drafts haven't been edited in a while, i'm gonna reply to all the reqs u sent me guys, i promisee TT prolly in the weekends or for valentines i will write <3 !

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need another stepbro!mike fic urgently

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ stepbro!mikey who buys you "toys" . . . warnings: 18+, SMUT, DARK CONTENT, teasing, use of sex toys, aged up, taboo, stepbro!mike wheeler, prettyy mean mike wheeler, stepcest, edging, overstimulation, NOT PROOFREAD, short drabble, filthy

૮ ․ ․ ྀིა stepbro!mikey who... takes sex advice from his friends (really only lucas) n' finds himself buying cheap toys in an adult store, lucas genuinely confused as to why he'd be trying to since when did mike get a girlfriend ?? that "girlfriend" be silly you.

the worst part is, he'd be bringing you along with him, you don't know how mike could just walk around the store like this, yeah sure, he's an awkward guy, but how could he not be confident when you're trailing right behind him, feeling so small and out of place yourself? "you embarrassed? just for looking?" "nuh uh..."

his eyes would scroll mindlessly through the vibrant shelfs, with large prints of "10 inches!", "vibrating!", "endless orgasm!" and girls making those faces, he'd lovingly point at one, "you make the same exact face," you huff, smacking his lips with your hand to shut him up. "shush, mike!" he winces, but he'll make sure you'd pay for that later, "ow, we're not in a library.."

he sees you picking up the big sex-dungeon-y stuff, laughing even more as he says, "those are for experienced girls, don't think you can take it," "i-i was just looking!" he shrugs, pinching your nose as if to tell you you're lying, "i dunno', maybe that's what you're into."

mike then picks up a pink battery-powered wand... "lucas said ninety percent of girls can't handle this thing for more than thirty seconds," mike never sounded more like a nerd than just now yet your face still burns up, "you sound stupid..."

mike also knows the cashier could be none the wiser, placing the box he would lean over and whisper something like... "bet he thinks you look real cute,"

"d'you think he thinks i'm gonna stuff you full of this later?" this being the pink battery-powered wand," the thought heated up your face even more, the feeling that curls heat low your belly...

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rubbing the tip of the wand carefully on your clothed cunt, he hums at the melody of the vibration, "this is level one," "ticklish! ah-" he smiles, leaning back on the bed so he'd have an amazing view of your trembling body. "should we skip to the highest volume?" ...you were already dizzy from the vibrations that you could barely think, making you shake your head poorly, and he'd kindly switch the settings to only three, pushing your panties to the side and letting the wand rub freely through your folds...

"nnh.. it feels so weird," you cry, the piece of vibrating plastic was unfamiliar, 'is this what barbie dolls use to feel pleasure?' you'd think...

the vibrations were enough to be overwhelmingly pleasurable, but not enough to send you over the edge, poor you having to abide mike's rules, "you havta' cum with these only." he also made your hands glued to your side incase you wanted to touch, smacking it back into its place if you ever tried moving. "hands down, told you, i won't let you cum if you keep moving."

he only laughs harder when you rock your hips helplessly, "nnh! mike!!" he presses the buzzing wand even harder against your swollen clit, making you whine out loud, the volume at its max ... "so wet for a cheap toy, i was right t'know you're gonna cum from this alone,"

he'd drag the wand slowly downward, until it's buried right at your entrance, tantalizingly slow circles without fully pushing in, "maybe you do deserve a stupid toy instead of my dick, is that right?" you shake your head immediately, "no?" he mocks you. "you don't wanna be punished like this all week for being a greedy 'toy slut'?" ever since he found out you'd get even more wet at being called mean names, he couldn't stop using them!

"you don't," he answers for you, grinning as the low buzz makes you arch. "but you can't help wanting it… right? you'd let me do anything i wanted and you'd still be happy, as long as i promised to finally stuff you with me, right?" you nod... can't help but nod, 'cuz he was right, and you were no liar,

mike's so pleased when you nod, leaning down as he rewards you a kiss on the forehead, "you're so greedy for me… it's kinda sad... but you've been good, so i'll add my tongue, okie?" you whine in delight,,

god, he knows how to punish you even when you didn't do anything wrong. ! but as your big bro, he knows you liked to be punished < 3

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ur comments r so funny guys, rlly gonna try respond to inbox this week, keep them cumming !!

[midnite-c6]

can u plsss do more stepbro mike

i am so behind reqs, sorry bbs :'( here's a short drabble abt my fav stepbro (i have so many in my drafts so expect moree) !

warnings: 18+, SMUT, DARK CONTENT, teasing, ice play, temperature play, aged up, taboo, stepbro!mike wheeler, prettyy mean mike wheeler, stepcest, in public, NOT PROOFREAD, short drabble, filthy

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ stepbro!mikey who watches you during hot summer days on the beach with the family, licking up a popsicle so provocatively that you must've been doing it on purpose, stupid girl, he could see right through you,

he'd grab the popsicle out of your hands, dragging you down somewhere behind the main attraction spots and more with nature. "you're evil, knowin' your brother is here, you have to act like that, hmm?"

his hands wrap around your knees, making you spread your legs in front of him as he presses the sticky popsicle right inside your thighs, licking up the residue it leaves whilst staring right into your eyes... you'd now be sweating from him 'n from the hot summer day, biting your lip as you try not to make a sound, ...this was a family trip after all.

"needed, somethin'.. sweet.." he says, in between licks, biting your soft thighs softly, enough not to leave a mark because he doesn't want you to cover up that pretty bikini ! "if i peel these lil' panties right now, n' someone else would see," he'd press his thumb hard against your clit through the fabric, "i bet they'd pulse at the thought,"

he'd let the melty sweet drip down all over your body, even letting it trickle down your face just to make a fool out of you, "if you could see what ya' look like right now," he laughs, he was such a bully!

nothin' happens in the beach, but the hotel you stayed in? that's another story, maybe he'd buy another popsicle specifically to be put to use, makin' your tight walls cold... he knows the other side of the walls could hear how you squirm at the temperature. "sit still, it's not fully in yet... this is way smaller, why can't y'stay put?"

when your parents knock next door if everything's okay, he'd command you to answer, "c'mon tell them you're just having fun, nothing's wrong, 'less they wanna hear how wet their daughter gets for her brother?"

your parents were right for letting you guys sleep in one room, to "strengthen the bond." <3

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

been gone for a hot minute ! sorry guys, ur girl is vv busy !! i appreciate every one of u all, i love reading comments n inbox hehe

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Awww man id hate to see a hate sex enemy!Mike x enemy!reader w insaneee degradation… thatd be soooo bad😓

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ degradation is what i do best.. (also i jumbled up multiple reqs with this one !

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა fwb!mike wheeler x freaky!reader smut !! warnings: 18+, SMUT, hate sex, p in v, MEAN!mike, fwb!mike chronicles ??, jealous!mike, freaky/slutty!reader, mentioned jerking off !, reader mentions steve harrington, soo much namecalling, choking, degradation, filthy, casual whooo... NOT PROOFREAD

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋♬ mike has NO more patience when it comes to you, you know what you're doing, being an annoying friend in general! you've definitely overstayed your welcome. you've definitely abused your power, knowing that he had started this weird friendship dynamic between you two.

you can't just mention your hook up stories, how you get fucked, eyes rolled to the back of your eyes 'til they turn white, toes curled, by another guy. he himself is a guy, it's impossible to not think of you in that situation when you're giving all the details to him! he thinks, it's unfair to him, for you to get fucked by other guys, even though you and mike were close to nothing. yeah, he kisses you, sometimes, and yeah, when you're really tired, he'd offer eating your pussy until you feel better. that's what good friends do!

after that, you ask him what it is, he says it's nothing. so it IS nothing.

but fuck, was it unfair to him, how rather than spending the night with hawkin's cheerleader girls who'd do anything to get on their knees for him. he's spending it on his lousy bed with his hand frustratingly gripping his dick, thinking about how you moaned when he'd stick his tongue just right, the way you'd grip his hair when you felt overwhelmed, or how your hands nudge on his pants, pouting as you beg for him to fuck you...

yet he's the one who says no. he's the one who tells you that's "not what friends do"...

"probably the biggest dick i'd ever take to be honest," you casually say about your last hookup laying on your bed whilst flipping through the pages of the latest magazine you had bought. mike was conveniently on the edge of the bed, your feet laying on his lap like a pillow. you'd smile, before looking up to face him, "you know harrington? steve?"

he rolls his eyes, sighing. "what, you gonna slut out with him too?" you'd look up, brows raised. "excuse you?" he shrugs, "you'd act like a slut to my sister's ex and it'd be perfectly normal for me."

"we're friends, i can tell you anything i want! and yea, steve's got this dreamy thing, prolly fills me up like i need it,"

"you act like a bitch when you do this. it's not pretty to be throwin' yourself out like that..."

"well... you're a dick. you're so obsessed with me, michael." he flinches at the name, if only you whined that in another way .. "is there a day you don't think about me?" you tilt your head, the magazine long forgotten, you rub your feet against him just to spite him !

he scoffs, trying hard not to moan breathless out loud, "oh please. you like the attention, you whore." you wince at the word, biting your lip as you choose to shut yourself up instead... for maybe two seconds before spitting out, "mmmh, yeah." with you stretching your legs as you press your heel deep against his thigh. "the guy said i clench so nice when he calls me that, 'you love it' he said... 'little whore opens right up for me...'"

his hand would clamp down your ankles hard, where it stings. "say one more word about that nobody and i'll show you exactly how worse of a whore you can be,"

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋♬

now you're flipped over your bed, his grip on your neck was possessive despite the status of the two of you, you feel so small and used... and sadly, for you, he was big, like you'd hate to imagine, "hate how you were raised naughty- no one ever disciplined you for not talking filth like that?" he sheaths himself inside you to the hilt as your walls clamp down around him. and he doesn’t even let you adjust.... "you're fucking annoying, you can't stop bragging and shit? is that how you lure me?"

his hands lock on your waist, fingers bruising as he yanks you back onto him with every thrust. slam after slam after slam. the headboard smashes into the wall in time with his rhythm

"is this how he fucked you, huh? huuuh?" mike's hands were rough on your waist, the magazine crumples under your grip as you arch off the bed. he'd move his hips faster and faster, until you are physically unable to mutter a coherent word, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout your room.

he'd wrap his other hand on your neck again, squeezing lightly, coaxing you to speak, "spill-, tell- tell me more 'bout those hook ups, you pride yourself on bein' a slut-" you whimper, at least try to shake your head, but he squeezes your throat, making you feel light ! "he- he didn't last long-" you speak out, he fucked you so good that he's got you to confess, "and you still fucked him because...?" he speeds up again, sloppily, "'cuz i wanted it- wanted to look bad..."

"knew it. y'wished it was me?" his pelvis slams your ass with a filthy snap and your stomach coils tighter with each thrust, "y-...yes... mike- michael..."

he doesn't stop 'til you cum, he won't stop 'til you're absolutely overstimulated from pleasure,, forgetting about all the stupid boys you fucked before him.

he's finally got to fuck his best friend <3

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋♬⋆.˚𝄢

sorry might be too shorttt, safe space to say he was so hot in snl, like the chocolate one, the podcast one, even the harry potter one with the fking glasses ..........

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ur big!mike fic was incredible inject that into my veins holy shit ur an amazing writer

this. means the world to me ,, i’m glad everyone’s currently finn brainrotted rn hehe

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I can just tell you’re a fellow irie follower. All the good Mike writers are.

ah that’s true ! i’ve recently seen her blog and i love her content !!

i’m glad ppl like what i write bcuz i had just randomly shifted from this fandom, i love writing like this <3

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just found our about ur blog today im in heaven

mwa mwa <3

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pervy!mean!ner!mike wheeler x bully!cheerleader!reader …?😓

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) pervy!mike wheeler who gives perverted notes to the prettiest cheerleader of hawkins! warnings: 18+, SMUT, dubcon, pervert!creep!loser u name it!mike wheeler, he's also a bully in this one, degradation, shoe humping woops !, slight implication of stalking, in public, filthy

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ you were a bitch. the ice queen. truthfully, only to men because you were a girl's girl by heart.

your reputation is built on two things: your perfect pink lip gloss, pom-poms, and your ability to destroy anyone dumb enough to cross you ! and yet, for some godforsaken reason, mike wheeler refuses to break. it’s infuriating.

he’s just some tall, scrawny, nerd with a hair too long for his face, lame ass hellfire t-shirt, and a mouth that never stops running. he should be an easy target, should crumple like everyone else when you sneer at him in the hallway, should shrink under the weight of your perfectly manicured nails. but he doesn’t. instead, he laughs, at you even.

not the nervous, panicked laughter of someone who’s scared of you. no, it’s to ridicule you, amused by your attempts to rattle him.

it starts with a note slipped into your locker. in neat handwriting, like a homework assignment, with the words: "you’re prettier when you’re not trying so hard."

you scoff, knowing it was from that scrawny loser who's the only one who dares to talk to you this way. every single day, there'd be new ones. more filthier than the other.

"bet you make that annoying bitch-y face when you cum, too."

and another.

"your pink nails are so pretty, i do wonder how you use those pretty fingers ..."

and... another

"your red underwear looks good today : )"

you've had enough. you're fucking annoyed. so you corner him after school, slapping his face and shoving him against the lockers, he lets you, because if he did actually try, it'd be a losing battle. you hiss, "what the hell is your problem, wheeler?"

mike just smirks. the smirk on his face makes your blood boil. you press harder against his chest, manicured nails threatening to leave crescent marks in his stupid hellfire shirt.

"you're fucking disgusting, wheeler," you sneer, lip curling. "a pathetic little creep who gets off on leaving notes like some pervert with a crush."

his grin doesn't falter.

"disgusting, filthy, creepy," he tilts his head, "maaaybe... but you read them. every single one."

your fingers twitch against his chest. "..and you kept them," he continues, looking at you with a mock-pout. "hidden in your trig notebook like some dirty little secret. tell me, did you touch yourself thinking about them too?" thank god it was the end of the day so no one was nearby to hear this...

you scoff, forcing your voice steady. "as if. you're delusional." mike laughs before suddenly twisting your wrist, dragging you to the cramped janitor's closet, you squirm away, his grip on your wrist is iron-tight as he crowds you against the shelves, rattling mop buckets and sending a bottle of industrial cleaner crashing to the floor. the sound makes you flinch, but you won't give him the satisfaction of seeing you scared.

"delusional?" his breath is hot against your ear as his knee slots between your thighs. "i could see you read them, y'know? you'd... press your thighs tight, walking all funny whilst hiding the note,"

you rolled your eyes, trying not to make any sound that'd give him pleasure, "could you be any more crazy? i'm- i'm not one of your fantasy games where you could make me somethin' im not."

"admit it, ever since you knew i was watching those corny basketball games, you wore your skirt higher n' higher,"

"...you like the attention, don't you? all the boys lookin' at you', me, even."

"you're damn full of yourself-, get the fuck off me, wheeler!" you twist in his grasp, bringing your knee up sharply, but he anticipated the move, catching your thigh against his hip with a grunt.

mike shakes his head like you're some misbehaving puppy. "god, you need to be trained," his breath is hot against your cheek, smelling faintly of spearmint gum and soda. "after all the nice things i wrote about you? all the pretty things i noticed?"

you bare your teeth, gathering saliva in your mouth before spitting towards his face, for a split second, you expect him to recoil. to wipe it away in disgust. to finally show some fucking weakness.

"what the fuck. disgusting!" he chuckles, looking at you in awe, smearing the spit in his mouths direction instead of away, which would have made you gag. collecting your spit before swallowing it with an exaggerated gulp.

your stomach twists. "that's even more disgusting! you're fucking sick in the head! sick-"

he shakes his head, presses closer, his knee nudging higher between your thighs, making your skirt ride up. "disgusting, would be if i'd already thought about this. if i already imagined pinning you somewhere quiet... and... filthy ... and ruining you."

"you're such a- creep- ah-" you snare. "then go." he'd let go of you, your arms, everything, and you pause. what do you really want?

"i'm not lettin'... letting you win, wheeler..." your pride swallows you with a determined frown.

"you should get off your high horses, damn." he suddenly wrenches your wrist, twisting until your knees buckle hard, onto the filthy tile. "mike-" first time you'd ever call him something not discriminating, he could cream right there.

"i can take you, you know?" there's your ego talking...

“really?" he tilts his head, "hottest girl in school on her knees f'me, wow.” he presses the sole of his worn converse against your inner thigh, dragging it upward until the rough fabric bites your skin. “you don’t even know the word disgusting yet.” you jerk back, but his foot follows, grinding against the lace of your panties with deliberate, degrading pressure. "you don't think i can take it?" you shout back, you looked honestly so pathetic looking up at him.

he smiles, knowing that because of your ego, he's gettin' the best of it. “take it then.” his shoe nudges higher, until the seam of his sneaker presses directly against your clit. you hope he doesn't notice how you'd rut against him. a gasp escapes before you can stop it. he's relishing your defiance.

he knows you won't back down, you're addicted to defying him, as much as you hate to admit it. :<

i mean, that's why you're humping his shoe like a dog right now, isn't it?

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truth. guys this idea came to me in a dream hahahahaa lwkey im physically unable to write something not mean!mike LMAO , I LOVE PERV!MIKE,, not a midnite work if i dont twist it to be the freakiest shit ever

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godddddd i love how u write perv!mike ur too good

tysoo much <33 i just love pervy ppl tbh

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i’m acc creaming at stepbro!mike….ily

ily !! one of the reasons i decided to write mike wheeler... for ppl to req step bro ones, bcuz god knows there werent enough fics...

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i need a fic where mike is too big

warnings: 18+, SMUT, boyfie!mike wheeler, fem!reader, size kink, belly bulge, teasing, p in v, riding, NOT PROOFREAD, js a short drabble hehe <3

𐙚⋆.˚ that jerk would be so annoying about it, there you are right on-top of him, seemingly so small than he's ever noticed before... too nervous to even try fitting it in-- his fingers were long, but this was a great feat!

"aww, what's wrong, sweets?" mike coos mockingly as he watches you sit there, straddling him but frozen in place. his hands rest lazily on your hips, while that stupid cocky smirk spreads across his face.

you’re trembling from fear. because holy shit, it’s just… so big. like, cartoonishly unfair. you’d felt him before, fingers, edge of his dick when he teased you. now it's just… all of it. throbbing and heavy between your legs... he tilts his head up at you with exaggerated sweetness in his eyes. one hand slides up slowly along your spine before tightening at the nape of your neck,

“you wanted this,” he reminds softly, and then laughs when you flinch as the tip nudges against your opening again. “god, look at you, shaking like I’m gonna split ya' in half.” he chuckles teasingly under his breath, “…might anyway.”

“mike…shut up...” you whisper-hiss through clenched teeth. he fake-pouts up at you.

“i just... don’t think i can…!” your voice wavers and instantly, you regret saying anything aloud because oh god here comes that shitty smile only an annoying boyfriend could make, "aw, poor girl can’t?” mike echoes sweetly, shifting beneath you ever so slightly until blunt pressure teases right where no inch has gone before. “you were riding my hand five minutes ago so good, you need to get used ta' the size, pretty.”

"you are such a coward," in one swift motion, he hooks his hands under your knees and yanks you forward, forcing your thighs wider as he arches up beneath you, pressing his cock harder against where you’re already straining to take him.

"there we go," he croons, voice dripping with false sympathy. "see? already stretching so nice for me, just like I knew my sweet girlfriend would."

his fingers dig into your hips, guiding you down slowly, letting you feel every impossible inch as he murmurs, "bet you didn’t even think you could take this much, huh?" you whine all high pitched and pathetic and mike tsks, tilting his head like he’s disappointed.

when you’re fully seated, thighs quivering and nails digging into his chest, he just… stares. eyes glued to your eyes, before trailing down to your stomach, "oh my god-" mike’s breath hitches as his gaze drops to your stomach, eyes widening in disbelief before flashing with something feral. his fingers that were still gripping your hips dig in harder as he leans forward, mesmerized. "s'too fuck- huge- i can't!" you'd follow his gaze and your thighs practically give out, you were so overstimulated already, and seeing mike practically imprinted on you? you could pass out...

"holy shit-" his voice half-laughing as he traces the faint swell right above your pelvis with his thumb. "you're so small that i'm practically bulging out.." you whimper, trying to squirm away, but he tightens his hold, forcing you still as his other hand presses flat against your lower belly, fingers splayed possessively. "nuh-uh,"

his hips jerk up just slightly, just enough to make you gasp, and the bulge presses more visibly against your skin. mike groans, dragging his palm over it like he’s trying to feel himself inside you.

"fuck- fuck, you see it too, right?" his voice cracks, in awe as his fingers tremble against you. you let out a choked, pathetic noise as you feel him shift inside you, the swollen outline of him pressing obscenely against your stomach. mike’s pupils blow at the sound, his breath coming quicker as his grip turns awfully bruising. "tiny fucking thing- taking me all the way—fuck—”

his hips twitch up again, enough to make your stomach push out even more, skin taut and sensitive where he’s stretching you wide. you whine, desperate, fingers scrabbling at his chest like you’re trying to ground yourself, he just laughs as he presses his thumb harder against the swell.

guess he figured out that he does have a size kink after all !

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short one lolls prolly gonna do alot more short ones, ily everyone !

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please more stepbro!mike 🙏🙏

u ask n' u shall receive, here's sum hcs PART 1 HERE !, PART 2 HERE !

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ᢉ𐭩.ᐟ🍮 stepbro!mike wheeler x fem!reader smut ! warnings: 18+, SMUT, DARK CONTENT, degradation, aged up, taboo, stepbro!mike wheeler, very mean mike wheeler, stepcest, p in v, spit, reader being called "bunny", NOT PROOFREAD, filthy

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ stepbro!mike who... thinks he's spoiling you too much, every time you were feeling tingly, you'd come up to your step brother, tugging on his shirt because you were too shy to say the words "fuck me", giving him a glossy pout and a hushed whisper. sometimes, he'd give in right away, because he loves you. "what does my lil sis want?"

sometimes he'd be too busy, and be a casual jerk about it, ignoring your needs for a little more time on thinking about dungeons n' dragons with his friends, even if he's alone, he tells you to "hold it in" or "use your words, do i need ta'fuck it out of you?" mike can get realllyy sadistic when he's in the mood :( he tilts his head as he stares at your glossy eyes. "what, you gonna cry about it?"

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ stepbro!mike who... presses your face harshly into your pillow, thighs spread wide just to see how wrecked you are, as he pounds his dick balls deep into you with a merciless pace... making sure your loud, pornographic moans, were muffled. a string of "mpphf..mike...mikee..." only to be heard in your room and your room only. "takin' me so good, bet you practiced, huh? bet you dreamed 'bout this..." obviously he'd want to hear your moans for the world! but both your parents were just downstairs, who knows how much trouble he'd be in...

"such a fuckin' greedy sis', i already fuck you with my fingers yet you still ask for my cock?" every degrading phrase he says only makes your cunt tighten against him, "stupid slut.. wanting me to say more mean things," you shake your head in denial against the pillows, "hn- aw, you don't like me calling you a stupid slut?" he presses your back just so you could get into the perfect position of ass up, face down. the way your pussy gripped his cock was driving him crazy, making him buck his hips forward impossibly deep. "you.. you know, stupid sluts don't always get what they want, m'being super generous," he doesn't even give you time to think when he's railing you like that.

he stops his movements, both your parts twitching in anticipation, pulling your head by your hair, "what'cha gonna say?" leaning down to see you eye to eye. "th..thwank ..you .. mikey.." you manage to whimper out. he gives you a cocky, toothy grin "good slut." before picking the relentless pace back up again.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ stepbro!mike who's... got you in missionary, hand tightly gripping your chin to look at him,

"dumb, dummy ! fuckin' dumb brat! d'you know what'd happen if anyone had seen you?" he was super pissed you'd act shamelessly clingy on him during a night out with his friends, your hands reckless in touching his groin, because that's what he taught you.

his grip tightens, fingers digging into your jaw as he leans down, breath hot against your lips. "they'd see what a pathetic little slut you are, letting your own stepbrother ruin you like this." his thrusts grow rougher, hips slamming into you with a bruising force, each snap of his pelvis punctuating his words.

"they'd hear how fucking desperate you sound, whining for my cock like it's the only thing you know how to beg for..."

he watches your face contort, eyes wet, lips parted in a silent gasp. "m'sorry..m'sorryy..."

"bet you'd still spread your legs for me even if the whole town was watching, huh? that how badly you need it?"

"i'm sorry !"

another brutal thrust, deep enough to punch the air from your lungs. "aww, y'don't get to be sorry when you're this fucking greedy."

his thumb swipes over your bottom lip, smearing spit. you whimper, thighs trembling around him. he leans closer, lips brushing your ear as he fucks you harder, "next time you pull that shit in public? I'll bend you over right there, let everyone watch how well you take you step brother."

a sharp bite to your shoulder. "that what you want, bunny?"

what a lovely big step bro and lil step sis dynamic <3

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

send asks abt pervy!nerd!mike ,, or anything for s4 mike wheeler hehe !!

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best friend mike casually making out with you and using you pleaseee!!

u know how much i love the fwb free use trope cuz.. hehehehehe very messy writing cuz my mind can't organize rn

"fwb" bestfriend!mike wheeler x fem!reader !!

warnings: 18+, slight SMUT, fwb!mike wheeler, lil bit of mean!mike, degradation, dubcon, was it casual?, lots of making out, NOT PROOFREAD

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ being really close with mike wheeler was a rollercoaster, you were there for all of his bruises, milestones, boring d&d campaigns, failed relationships and vice versa ! that's why you'd consider him as a real best friend, a close one, but maybe you two took "close" a little too seriously.

⊹♡ your first kiss with him wasn't special, it happened when he was so pissed that his girlfriend dumped him, he'd barge into your usual hangout spot, his hand moving on either side of your cheeks, placing his mouth right on top your lips with you would say... a hunger. you let him, you weren't exactly a novice when making out, but this time was just... weird and weirdly hot. "what the fuck." was the first sentence you uttered, "yeah, what the fuck." he stares at your lips as he replies back, before noticing the judging look on your face. he pauses for a moment now realizing, "we broke up, relax." he then rants for another 2 hours on how she wasn't really the one for him acting like nothing happened, you'd listen, but the stupid kiss was still on the back of your mind replaying over and over again. and for some reason, neither of you acknowledged it again.

⊹♡ ...until the next kiss, this time, he was more vocal about it. "was thinking about your lips today, i think feeling them really fucked me up." "what are you on about again, mike?" he chuckles, letting his hands fiddle the straps of your top, "don't you wanna talk about it?"

"i mean yeah," he lightens up, you knew this was a sign he was about to say something ridiculous. "it was weird... had so much pent up feelings, thankfully, your lips were conveniently nearby!" you scoff. "wow, you're treating me like a toy," "ain't that what you like?" you hit him, hard, "jesus! can't a guy joke?" the look on your face was telling, and he hums, "see, you're pent up," he'd lean in, "don't you wanna take it out on me?"

maybe the smart thing you could have thought right now was how he was trying to avoid saying sorry to you, but you just stare at him, his lips just centimeters apart, how could you deny it?

⊹♡ soon, you two would treat it like casual hugs, or like a remedy for anger, because you think... what else is a better stress reliever? you'd realize mike had a lot of frustrations needed to be taken care of.

⊹♡ when he feels cheeky... mike’s fingers would dig into your hips as he pulls you onto his lap, the couch creaking under the sudden shift. his mouth is hot against your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm. “mmm… i thought you didn't like this?” he murmurs, voice dripping with that infuriating smugness he gets when he knows he’s winning. you shove his shoulder, because jeez!, his hands are already slipping under your shirt. "shut up... you're using me."

he nips your earlobe. "and you're letting me." "well it's because- ah!-" that jerk would bite the fat of your clothed tit as he stares up at you. god, he loves to piss you off.

"fuck you, mike!" he rolls his eyes, "you're not helpless," he says, suddenly sharp, he pulls back just enough to glare at you," fingers still curled possessively around your waist. "don't give me that look, like you're some poor thing I dragged into this."

"you let me. every damn time. you could've shoved me off, you know?"

⊹♡ when he's feeling meaner than usual... mike would slump deeper into your couch, scowling at the way you were reading your homework out loud, with his eyes flicked to you. there it was again, that look. . "that mouth should do something else," before you could hit him, because-- the audacity for him to say that! , his lips crashed into yours, teeth nipping just a little too hard. you didn’t pull away. you never pulled away. when he broke apart, breathing ragged, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and sighed. "...third time this week, wheeler. who pissed you off now?"

mike flopped back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. "stupid friends," you snorted. "your genius solution was to maul me?" he grinned, suddenly boyish, suddenly mike again. "worked, didn’t it?" his thumb brushed your bottom lip absently. "…thanks."

⊹♡ or when the smallest of boundaries left were also being pushed...

as mike's mouth moves from your neck to your collarbone, leaving a trail of hot kisses, he whispers against your skin. "tell me to stop." you're breathless, struggling to form a coherent response. "you'd hate that." he hums, laughing softly, the vibrations against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. "yeah."

his hands crawl up your sides, slow and deliberate, a hand snaking the inside of your thigh,

"look at you," mike murmurs, voice dripping with cruel affection. "all shaky and soft already.. bet you'd melt if I really tried." he pulls back just enough to watch your face, helpless and drags a thumb across your kiss-bitten lip.

"tell me to stop," he says again. low and mocking. like a bully. the hand on your inner thigh would brush against your core so that you'd whimper instead.

he laughs.

“hmm, didn’t think so.”

you weren't his first, and he wasn't your first either, but you two sure do share a favourite ! ♡

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stepbro mike next again but prolly some hcs, first time posting two fics in a night me thinks ? also guys lets not lie s4 hellfire mike wheeler is so hot nd the perf posterboy for perv!nerdy!mike aaack

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I NEED STEP BRO MIKE (pt2) LIKE RN.

omki nyehehehe, PT. 1 HERE!, more context there … i’m so glad we’re ALL on the same page, he’s more mean in this one :( sorryy

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ᭪　♡ stepbro!mike wheeler x fem!reader !!

warnings: 18+, SMUT, aged up, stepcest, DARK CONTENT !! stepbro!mike, mean!mike, manipulation, blowjob, choking, slapping, cum eating, NOT PROOFREAD !!

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ “fuuuck, this is why you’re my favorite sister.” you were too naïve for your own good, making mike the luckiest brother ever. that's why you're sitting on the floor right next to him, whilst his back rests on his bed. “you’re g’na make your big brother feel good, okay?”

when he finally strips down his shorts, you'd see the oh-so familiar briefs you'd find on your bed on random tuesday mornings, it was his way of marking you or some shit. he never really got to explain himself about that, he doesn't have to, anyway.. now what's hiding underneath that was the real surprise, you've seen them in biology class, you know where they are, but up close? red and twitchy? you just stare at it, in awe, the veins, or how it sticks out. pale and an angry red at the tip, his hand would wrap around the shaft, "this is where i'm sensitive, like your silly part down there. somethin' you could replace with your fingers." you'd shiver when he says that, because oh lord was it long, was that supposed to fit inside your...? you didn't know what to do or how to start, you were clueless!

"what am i s'posed to do?" he sends you a soft laugh, his eyes were glued to you, how your eyes darkened or how you licked your lips without even realizing it. he rests his head back as he presses a thumb on your bottom lip. "you'll use your pretty mouth, sis, need to shut you up," you pout, you've been such an obedient step sister, and he'd pay you back like this? "but i've been goo-" he clicks his tongue, and just pinches your cheeks, giving you a reassuring look that he’s going to guide you. “just do everything as i say, then we won’t have a problem.”

“since i’m sucha’ good brother, you can grind on my leg while you do it.”

you hum, gliding your body on-top of him. his hand would tighten around himself as he watches you turn almost hopeful, like he had already given you a reward. the hand on your lips moves to the back of your head, gently pulling you down to the level of his cock, pre-cum glistening all over the tip, smeared from his briefs, "lick. it tastes good, promise,"

he lets out a soft moan from the warmth of your tongue, he could feel the heat of your mouth close to him, and it took all he had not to just push you the rest of the way down and start getting what he'd been wanting for months. he'd even mockingly grin as he watches you scrunch your face as you lick the bitter taste of his pre-cum. "oh... you learn fast," he smiles, looking down at you, you don't even know if you're doing it right. "now, use your hands, silly," mike murmurs. he shifts slightly, guiding your free hand to the base with his own. "like this—grip it. not too tight… his breath hitches as you follow his lead, fingers wrapping around the warm thickness. "move slow at first," he grits out, head falling back against the bed. "mmph... up and down… match it with your tongue on the tip. you were born to be a slut, huh?" the way he'd praise you made you nudge your cunny against his leg, moaning against his tip.

you'd swirl your tongue on the tip like a lollipop and now he's the one arching his back, "shit, you're gettin' so good!" a scene straight out of a porno.

he knows full well that this is wrong, but he also knows that you know it isn't, at least for now, maybe he'd have to fuck your brains out a bunch of times before your brain is forever wired to think it isn't bad, it's the least of his cares right now.

"now, you're gonna suck, 'kay?" he harshly tugs a handful of your hair, making you stop licking. you gasp, chin dripping down with drool and juices. he stares right into your eyes, "use your mouth, 'til my dick's fully in you, and... no teeth." he tugs your hair harder, making sure you know that he’s treating you like his personal dog. you pout again, can't even say anything because now he's shoving you back down to take him in. slapping his dick on your cheek n' poor lips. “look at me while you do it too.” he groans, his teasing, shit-eating grin was so fucking annoying, considering he's just using you at this point :(

and of course, you weren't any expert, you accidentally grit your teeth against his shaft, “bitch!” he slaps you involuntarily, “ack!” you cry out, "mike!"

“you’re not gonna get ‘gentle’ unless you listen t’me.” you give him a challenged grunt, going back down to bite him again, this time out of spite. he moans in surprise, "you- i'm serious! i'm putting a fucking leash on you if you don't behave." you give him an annoyed look, "you're always the one in charge!" "well, who knows best, sis?" he gives you a condescending look as he leans back, "tsk. you're not listening. now you're taking it all the way, 'til my dick hits the back of your throat." he pushes your head to fully take every inch of him, making you gag and squirm, "yeah- fuck! 've been praising you all night, but since you decided to misbehave, you get treated like this..”

he bucks his hips forward nd you give him muffled chokes. he’d hold your head so you couldn’t pull away, letting you gag around his member. he’d bite his bottom lip, rolling his eyes as you’d tap his leg as a cry for help. “behave…” he’d only slightly move his leg against the in-between of your thighs, so at-least you’d get a lil’ bit of pleasure. “you're so … cute when you aren't bitching about something,"

the sound and vibrations of you choking against him turned him on a lil’ too much. he lets you catch your breath for only a second, until he’s pulling you back down again. his dick was dripping wet from your saliva.

“i’m gonna cum. fuck. you’re gonna swallow it, all of it, okay?” he tugs harder, your head stings… “jeez… answer your brother when he’s talking to you… basic manners.” and with all your might, you manage to reply, “i- w-will.. swallow..!”

he shoots warm, thick n’ sticky ropes of cum straight down your throat, the taste as bittersweet as his pre-cum. you, his precious learner, had no choice but to drink all of it like dairy milk…

“i’m sure you’ll be trained in no time.”

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mwa. feel free for more asks!! love reading ur thots guys.. plus might post an about me thing cuz i wanna be more aesthetic