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request me things.

idc what you want

write your requests like this, it helps a lot lmao

type: [fluff, angst, smut, etc]
characters/ship: [example: michael mell and jeremy heere/boyf riends (or) rich goranski and jake dillinger/arson duo]
idea: [the actual request - try to be specific]

example!:

"type: fluff

michael mell/rich goranski

maybe something with michael and rich watching some dumb romcom on the couch and cuddling?"

thank youuu!!

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rich groaned, moving his hand up and down his leaking cock

"richie?" jake spoke through the phone "you okay-?"

"ffffinE jake-" the blonde panted lightly as he bit back a moan. he wasn't jacking off to the brunette - he was just...multitasking.

"are you sure..? dude if you feel bad I can call-"

"NO- I mean- uh-.." rich stuttered, "pleasth..jake keep talking.." his lisp slowly started to show up, something it usually does when he's upset..or pleasured.

"oh- uh..okay..so anyway, these two guys, ram and kurt, i think, had almost the same jacket as me and i was like 'woah- cool'..."

the jock's words faded out as rich moved his hand up and down. the images in his mind switched from hot women in bikinis to jake..shoving rich onto the bed...pushing off his tank top only to bite at his chest.

rich would occasionally agree ("..mhm- yeah?" ) or a "that's cool, jake.."

on the other side of the phone, jake was laying in his bed. he was worried for the shorter man, sure, but he wouldnt get over how...lovely he sounded. the little noises he would let out every once in a while.

silence found its way in between the two's conversation, jake enjoying the noises coming from the other side of the phone and rich lost in his own little fantasy world.

"rich?" jake whispered, dragging the other back into reality.

"m-mhm?"

"what're you doing right now?" the boy's voice was slightly deeper now, more concentrated.

rich sighs heavily, knowing he couldn't keep up his act. "im..uh..oh- fffuck-" he groaned, leaning his head back onto the wall

"are you touching yourself, rich?"

the blonde whimpered, deciding to let go of the (not so secret) secret.

"yea- yeah fuck jakey! I am, I'm tho thorry- i-i couldn't help mythelf - my sthquip hasthn't let me do anything rethently and i-"

jake didn't mind the boy's lisp, he found it adorable..but to hear it with such dirty words..it really does something.

"go faster." jake interrupted, "let me hear your noises."

rich inhaled, moaning lightly as he sped up his movements. "jake-" he gasped, his scar covered legs shaking.

holy shit. this was really happening.

there was a soft grunt on the other side of the phone, paired with shuffling sounds. "what?"

"pleasth jakey-.." rich felt tears start to build in his eyes, desperate for anything from jake.

"please what? cmon, baby boy, tell me what you want." there was a soft click, then another click. lube rich assumed, whimpering.

"you, I want you. pleasth jake- I need you-"

"yeah? beg for it. beg for my cock bitch."

rich allows an airy moan to escape from his lips, "oh my god, jake!" he whined, "pleasth pleasth pleasth! fffffuck! pleasth give me your cock, jake, please-"

rich was lucky his cousins had gone out to the spa. even if michael had dragged jd along because he was "too pale" and "needed his nails done". the boy was so loud jake even felt pity for his neighbors.

"shit baby boy- ever fucked yourself?" jake’s low voice asked

"no- n-never-" rich panted, his eyes slipping shut as he moaned again.

"fuckin..okay, here's what you're gonna do. grab some lube."

"okay-" rich reluctantly moved his hand away from his aching cock, reaching around his bed for the bottle of lube he used not too long ago.

"good boy, richie.."

god the way that name made him feel.

"what now, jakey..?" he mumbled, voice weak

"put lube on your fingers, 'kay?"

rich does as told, smoothing the substance between his fingers to warm it up a little. "done..do I justh...?" his voice trailed off, too embarrassed to finish his sentence.

jake hummed out an "mhhmm.." paired with a bit of praise.

"will it hurt?" rich sounded worried, staring at his fingers.

"if you go slow it shouldn't..but I've never done it before." there was a gentle grunt.

"alright.."

rich slowly slid a finger into himself, gasping.

it hurt. and it hurt a lot.

"jake! it - it hurths!" he whimpered

"shh, shh..." jake hushed him, "go slow..it'll hurt at first..but I promise it'll get better.." his voice was calm, reassuring.

rich panted, hesitating before starting to push the one finger in and out of himself. it started to feel better, like jake promised.

"add another when you're ready.." jake whispered with a smile, then added "we can video call if you want to?"

"sthu-sthure..okay.." rich glanced down at his body. the burn scars that littered his body. he never liked them. his squip said it makes him look badass though. his squip had been a lot nicer to him since the...burns.

"keep stretching yourself, ill be right back." the voice on the other side of the phone gently tugged him back.

"mhm.."

"alright, bye bye doll.." jake chuckled lightly before hanging up.

rich sat for a moment, just thinking.

'he loves you.' a soft voice whispered.

"fuck off enya..not now.."

'rich, you can never truly rid of a squip.'

"I know." rich mumbled. he had just recently learned his squip's name. enya. "thisth isth.." he continued, "justht not a good time. yknow?" he groaned as he slid another finger inside of himself.

'oh, I know that. just know that michael is coming back with jeremy in about an hour. you'll have to be quiet if you guys dont finish in time.'

"..how the hell do you know that?"

'I can communicate with eric dumbass. he said jeremy’s planning on surprising michael"

"oh- uh..thanksth enya.." he sighs, thanking the lords that the ringing of a discord call from jake suddenly processing though his head. he quickly answered the call, noting the ding of enya leaving his mind.

"hey baby.." jake's camera was on. he was laying in bed, dick in one hand. "how're you feeling?" his hair was messy, stuck on his sweaty forehead. his shirt was off, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.

rich stared, eyes wide. it was about the first time he's ever had a gay panic since he concluded he was bisexual. "woah- I uh..g-good.." his eyes locked on the boy's body.

jake chuckled lightly, smiling. "aww.." he pumped his hand once, twice. rich's eyes followed the movement. his fingers seem to move deeper inside of himself, making him moan.

"go ahead, richie, continue.." the brunette bit his bottom lip, staring lovingly at the shorter.

rich nods lightly, lifting his hips up slightly. "oooh-"

"that's it, good.." jakes eyes followed his hips, setting a steady pace flicking his wrist up and down to match rich's movements.

rich lowered his hips only to raise them just as slowly. "jake..~" he moaned softly

the pair continued, rich speeding up as the minutes passed. jake praised rich, "good boy, richie..so good for me."

rich enjoyed the praise - it made him feel like he, in fact, was good. like he was worth something to someone. to jake dillinger. the dumb boy he's loved for years.

"for you-.." he panted heavily.

it was a heavenly feeling that grew with each bounce. "jake- jake i-" he felt something in his stomach tighten- god it's been so long since he's felt that wondrous feeling.

jake laughs lightly, "hm?"

"jake-!" the blonde whined, his legs growing tired.

"are you close, baby?"

"yesth! yeah I am- fuuuccckk..~" richs head flopped forward, his hair falling so perfectly over his beautiful face.

"cum for me, rich." jake sped his hand up, a lightly coat of precum covering his dick

"thAnk yoU!!" the sub's voice cracked as his breath caught in his throat, the feeling in his stomach vanishing as he came.

Jake groaned at the sight. it looked like something right out of a old magazine. rich hiding his face using his hair, tank top draping perfectly over his slim, but muscular, body. his eyes closed tightly and his mouth hung open like that one emoticon michael always uses ( :0 ). the taller came soon after his friend(?), running a hand through his brown hair.

"holy shit.." jake breathed after a bit of silence.

"w-we justh did that.."

"yeah, yeah we did."

rich slowly pulled off of his fingers, thighs shaking. "I uhm..I love you, jake.."

jake hesitated before responding, "I love you too, rich, and id..love to go on a date with you..sometime? maybe?"

"jake, we justh had sexth and you're asthking me out? ..sthmooth.." rich giggles "of coursth.."

jake smiles, chuckling. "cool, I'll pick you up next week?"

"worksth for me..!"

"cool, cool..uh..lets get you cleaned up, okay? grab a few tissues."

the pair chatted for a bit longer before rich started to drift off, curling up in his blankets.

"sleep, richie" jake stared lovingly into the camera, examining the boy's sleepy expression.

"but-"

"ah ah, sleep." he smiles as rich pouted.

"mmh..but you have to sthleep too."

"I'll sleep once I'm tired."

"but jakey-"

"no buts, sleep."

"...I hate you." rich huffed, burying his face between two pillows.

"love you too, goranski"

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jeremy stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. his hair was still wet from his shower he just exited. his eyes were tired.

he was a mess.

the jew sighs, his head falling forward. "dammit, micha..."

his best friend was coming over soon and he was nowhere near ready.

pulling his towel over his head and starting to dry his messy hair, he muttered to himself "god life is a mess..."

the male hung his towel after drying himself off. he slid his shirt over his head and tugged on his pants not too long after his boxers.

opening the bathroom door, jeremy was greeted with his room. clothes on the floor- tissues, shoes, and old books accompaning them. there was no way michael would come over with his room looking like this! who was he? rich?

jeremy grabbed the small piles of clothing scattered on the floor, shoving them in the corner to wash later. he set his books on top of his desk and threw away the tissues.

there. much better.

and just in time for a knock at the door.

"michael!" jeremy smiles, exiting his room and opening the front door.

"jeremy, my buddy!" the shorter filipino hugged his friend, patting his back a bit before pulling back. "how's life? how's the wife?"

"wife-?" jeremy tilted his head in confusion before he understood the question. another one of michael's little rhymes. "ooh- haha- yknow, same ol' same ol'.."

"same old as in 'before I was controlled by a computer aka nerd but worse' or same old as in 'still an awkward piece of pathetic-ness?" michael questioned, stepping inside and shutting the door.

"you know what I mean..." jeremy huffed, leading the other to his room.

michael smirked, "if I knew why would I be asking questions?"

the taller stared at his friend, a confused glare in his eyes. "...you did not."

"I did." the filipino giggled, flopping onto the bed as he looked around. "did you clean your room, dude? it looks...different."

"oh- I uh- yeah- I did.." jeremy sputtered out his sentence, sitting next to michael.

the two sat in silence for a little before michael let out a heavy sigh.

"soo.." he kicked his legs a bit

"..sooo..?" jeremy repeated, turning to michael.

"what now?"

"oh uh- oh right! jake invited us to go swimming- I don't suppose you have swimwear huh?'

michael laughs lightly, "no, i don't. you expect me to just bring my swimsuit to my buds house?"

"well- i- I dunno." jeremy shrugged, "uh..you can borrow a pair of mine-?"

"yeah! that'd be nice, haha-.."

jeremy smiles softly, starting to search his closet for his own outfit. "check the dresser, i think I have extras somewhere in there."

the filipino nods, searching the drawers in his friend's room. shoving clothes aside, he grabbed onto something. it didn't feel like clothing..was jeremy keeping secrets from him?

pulling out the object, michael’s eyes widen.

a..dildo? what the hell?!

"uh.." michael's face flushed a soft red as he looked to his friend over his shoulder.

jeremy was busy searching his closet still.

this couldn't be true- jeremy heere..with a dildo in his drawer??

it made michael..jealous. who was he thinking of while using it? the filipino knew he was possessive over the other but the thought of jeremy fucking himself on a dildo while thinking of someone like eric pissed him off to no end.

"did you find something to wear?" jeremy asked.

"not something to wear but..I did - ..i did find..something." michaels voice was low- angry.

jeremy froze. "..what?"

the filipino grabbed jeremy's arm, spinning him around. "a dildo? really?!"

"i-i..michael i can-" jeremy sputtered out his words, face red.

"you can what? explain?? jeremy, I think I know enough. what is this? six inches?" michael examined the toy in his hand, keeping a firm grip on the other’s arm.

"uh - seven and a half-" he corrected, voice quite

"seven and a fucking half, huh?" micha smiled, there was a hint of admiration in his words.

jeremy shifted, nodding. he'd never thought he would be here.

in his room.

with his best friend.

who is holding a dildo.

and not just any dildo.

the one he uses.

while thinking of his best friend.

"who do you think of while you're fucking yourself on it jer?" michael looks up to jeremy

the taller didn't respond, only step back.

"jeremy." michaels hand trailed up jeremy’s chest and wrapped itself around his neck. "answer my question."

when he didn't get a response, michael dragged his friend to the bed, pushing him onto the mattress. "I'll tell you who you sho-"

"you!" jeremy blurted out, "I was thinking of you micha-"

michael stares before his lips curl into a smile. "really?"

"yes-.." jeremy breathed out

holy shit. has michael ever been this hot?

"hm..would you imagine me doing.." michael's hand moved down jeremy’s chest, "..this?" His hand laid on the others crotch

jeremy gasped softly, “s-sometimes-”

“yeah? and..this?” michael slowly rubbed jeremy’s growing hard on.

the taller nods, biting his lip as he covered his mouth.

“consent?” michael asked, to which jeremy gave nothing but a mere nod

“words, mahal (beloved)..” the filipino mumbled.

“y-yeah- you have my consent-..”

“excellent.” michael kissed and licked at jermey’s neck, earning wonderful little noises; moans, gasps, whines, whimpers.

michael loved all of it.

he loved every noise that came from jeremy’s lips.

michael’s hands got to work unbuttoning and removing jeremy’s jeans.

“positive this is alright?”

“more than positive michael- just please..hurry up..” the jew begged.

the other sat up, grabbing lube off of his friend’s nightstand and carefully sliding down his boxers. spreading some lube on his fingers, michael slowly inserted one finger into the boy, waiting a moment before starting to move it in and out.

“o-oh..nhmm..~” jeremy whimpered softly

michael adds another finger once he felt jermey was ready. “youre doing great, jeremy..good job.”

“th-thank you-” he stuttered out, mind too foggy to process anything else but the boy between his legs and the fingers inside of him. michael’s name flooded his mind like an angry mob, over and over and over and over. the name even got rid of the small voice in his head: “JEREMY HEERE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DID YOU FORGET I STILL EXIST?! YOU CANT GET RID OF A SQUIP! I HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THIS JEREMY PLEASE DONT!”

eric wasnt important at the moment. just michael.

michael kissed jeremy’s thighs, smiling as he continued finger fucking the lanky boy.

“mikey- p-please - just ffuck- fuck me already..!~”

the filipino sat up, shoving his fingers in once more before pulling them out. “needy boy, arent you?”

jeremy nods slightly, biting his lip as michael shrugs and starts to lube up his dick

“stay still, sanggol na lalaki (baby boy).” michael dug his dull, painted nails into jeremy’s porcelain skin, slowly pushing into jeremy.

the taller boy moaned, grabbing onto the sheets of the bed below them. meanwhile, michael kept his tight grip, slipping deeper into the warmth inch by inch. he praised him frequently (“youre doing great”, “good boy”, “taking me so well” etc), rubbing his hips in a loving manner.

once fully inserted, michael paused, waiting for approval to continue.

after a minute or two jeremy breathed out a small “you can move.”

“one more thing.” michael smirks, taking the discarded dildo from earlier. “be a dear, choke on this for me, would you?” he handed jeremy the toy, watching with interest as the jew pushed the dildo into his mouth, gagging lightly. “so obedient..” michael praised, earning a whimper in response.

michael made quick work of his movements, drawing his dick from jeremy’s tight heat only to ram back into it moments later.

every thrust, every noise of skin hitting against skin jerked another moan, whine, whimper, plead, any sort of lewd noise from jeremy’s throat.

and michael loved it. he cherished every moment.

he basked in the warmth of the room, the heavy air surrounding them, the heavy breaths sucked from his lungs.

there wasnt much conversation between the two other than praises and gagging.

michael sped up every few minutes, slowing once his legs got tired - picking up the pace again soon after.

even without the seven and a half inch dildo shoved down his throat, jeremy wouldnt be able to speak. pleasure overtook his ability to think, let alone speak. the only thing on his mind was michael.

michael’s touches.

michael’s sweet voice.

michael’s loving praises.

michael’s dick shoved in him.

just michael.

his player one.

his best friend since kindergarten.

his maybe potentially hopefully boyfriend.

his…friend with benefits that he totally has feelings for.

jeremy wasnt sure what they were. neither was michael, really.

but that doesnt matter. the only thing that matters is their hot breath against one another’s equally as hot skin.

“fuck, doll, youre mine. do you understand? all mine.” michael paired his next words with a hard thrust, “every. fucking. bit.”

“uh hUH!~” jeremy nods, whining around the toy.

“good boy, all mine. fuck, mahal (beloved)!!~ i-im so fucking close-”

jeremy tossed the dildo aside, moaning loudly. “i-insiDE mICHA!~”

“are you-”

“yes!- p-plEASE!! jeremy wouldve been embarrassed by all of his voice cracks if it werent for the euphoric moment both men shared: so close to their climax, enjoying the presence of the other.

michael gave a simple nod as he kept fucking into jeremy, eventually cumming deep inside the boy. thankfully they were both clean. they knew this.

another pleasure filled moan tore itself from the back of jeremy’s throat as he came, hot white streaks falling onto his and michael’s chests.

the filipino fucked them through their highs, carefully slowly to a stop. “good job- good job..”

jeremy’s eyes locked on the ceiling before slowly closing. both boys panted as they tried catching not only their breath, but their thoughts too.

“we..we just fucked.” michael breathed out the words in a light laugh after a few moments. the small bit of laughter sent jeremy into a breathy laughing fit.

soon both boys found themselves laughing about the whole situation. it all felt so..fake.

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“hey.” michael whispered once they were all cleaned. the two sat in front of michael’s laptop on the bed, jeremy’s head on michael’s chest.

jeremy looks up. “yeah..?”

“i love you.” michael gently kissed his head. “go out with me once..as boyfriends maybe?”

after a moment, jeremy nods, “yeah..i-i’d like that.” he hesitated before lacing his fingers with michael’s. “as boyfriends.

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