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To say Mickey was inexperienced in sex would be an utter understatement; with the girls he wasn’t the best, and with the boys… Well, it was even worse. It wouldn’t go as far as to say he was a virgin (he was, actually), because dreams counted, right? Dreams about you he had, where you’d be on top, riding him for the entire night.

The both of you had gotten closer since you were both expendable on the ship, dying again and again for a greater cause, or whatever. You understood each other, loading the “how does it feels to die?” question, and sat at the same table during the daily meal. So yes, you were bound to get close; to kissing and teasing touches.

But Mickey never tried to go that far with you, he almost seemed shy when you’d put his hands on your chest; as if he didn’t know what to do. At one point, you had asked him, “Are you a virgin?” and he stuttered, trying to brush the subject away as if you’d mock him. But you didn’t, only hummed and changed the course of the conversation but kept it at the side of your brain.

The thing was, the more Mickey died, the more he thought about it. And the more you died, the more you became touchy with him; your fingers running through his hair to tug on it, leaving him moaning in your mouth. Your hands would press him down as you made out so he wouldn’t rut his hips against yours. You’d tease him whenever his own hands would move to your chest without being told to.

You’d see the way his eyes wandered on your body as you dressed down to bed sometimes, how his hands would rest on his thighs like a puppy waiting for a treat, like he wanted to eat you but didn’t know how to ask.

And it was an awful boring day when he finally decided to speak up to you, “I want… us to do something. Like, having sex?” You had almost chuckled at his red cheeks, with how wavering his voice had sounded at that moment. “Sex? That’s a bit much for someone who’s as inexperienced as you.” You teased him and his cheeks flushed up even more.

“Then teach me. I want to be good for you.” Mickey said, and you paused for a moment to think about his words, your feet moving you to the bed where he was sitting. On the edge, eyes up on you, lips parted. He was such a pretty view, and you knew you couldn’t refuse him anything.

You moved to straddle his lap and his hands immediately moved to your hips, hands a bit too strong but you didn’t say anything. “What do you want to learn, Mickey?” You asked, nose brushing against the shell of his ear. You felt his hands move up to your waist, fingers trying to get under the fabric of your shirt. “Anything, I… I want to be good for you. Know more.”

You kept yourself from mocking him at that moment, teasing him for his inexperience that you actually found cute. “What about I teach you how to feel good?” He hummed quietly. “I know how to… jerk off.”

You moved your head away at the words, shaking your head as if what he had said was nothing but stupid. “Trust me, that’s not the same thing at all. Let me?” You felt his body straighten under yours, as if the realization of what was happening had finally hit his brain. Mickey gulped and nodded his head at you, leaning his upper body backward, holding himself up with his hands on the mattress.

Your own hands moved slowly while you kept watching his face, his flushed face, the twinkling in his eyes. Your fingers hit the barrier of his pants before you stopped. “Tell me you want this, Mickey.” You heard him take a sharp breath. “Yes, I want it. I want you to teach me.” And so, your hands kept lowering before you signaled him to lift his hips up.

That way, you pushed his pants and briefs down, making him shiver in anticipation. Mickey’s fingers gripped the covers of the bed, tightly, his body was already hot, making him sweat. He was still soft, and you lifted one of your hands to spit in it. His eyes widened at your action before he spoke. “What are you doing?” You looked up at him with a smile before wrapping your wet hand around his cock.

“Wow—” He gasped, his hips flinching toward your hand as if he already wanted to feel more of your touch. Mickey whined at the cold feeling before he relaxed, looking at your face. “Feels weird, I never did that before.” He bit down on his lower lip before his eyes shifted to your hand.

“That’s because you have no idea how to make yourself feel good, silly, do you? You have no idea what’s going on, poor boy.” You teased him before moving your hand, feeling his body squirm under yours. “Just relax and let me do that for you, Mickey.” You added, the up-and-down motion of your wrist was slow at first.

Mickey felt himself becoming harder in your hand, and he gasped quietly with the slow torture you were putting him in. He looked up at your face, lips parted like he wanted to talk but only a moan escaped his mouth before his head rolled to the ceiling. “Please, I—” He begged but you wouldn’t listen to him, your thumb rubbing against his tip, which made him gasp your name loudly. Mickey’s hips jerked to meet your hand and you had to stop your movements.

“Don’t move or I’ll stop.” You threatened and Mickey, breathing loudly, whined. There was nothing he could say to defend himself so he nodded, and pressed his hips down while your hand moved again. Down to the base and up to his tip where pre-cum already rested. “You’re such a good boy, see? You listen so well, Mickey. I’m proud of you.” You said sweetly, your free hand moving to brush his hair away from his sticky forehead.

“T-Thank you… I’m just good for you.” You heard him reply, which made your hand move to a faster pace up and down his cock. Little gasps escaped his lips at that, and he did all he could to not jerk his hips up. He didn’t want to disappoint you or make you stop.

And even when Mickey thought you could surprise him anymore, he saw you look down at your hand before spitting saliva, making everything more wet. Your thumb rolled onto his tip, and he felt the knot tighten in his stomach. “God, I— It’s coming soon.” He whined at you, hands almost ripping the covers of the bed with how much he wanted to squirm.

He let whines and whimpers escape his mouth as he looked at you, and you chuckled mockingly at him. “Already? That’s pathetic. You’re so pathetic, Mickey.” You said, your words snapped something inside Mickey as he let a loud moan echoe in the room, and before you knew it, he had came all over your hand and his own shirt. His breathing was labored, thighs shaking as he looked up at you. Your hand slowly stopped its movements.

“I— Sorry, I didn’t think I’d finish so fast.” You brushed the comment off by kissing him softly and one of his hands moved to your hair. “That was good though, you were right. Different from when I do it.” Mickey said, trying to breathe normally again.

You chuckled at him. “Of course it is, but you were so good. Want to try something else now?”

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guess who just started season three.. JENSEN ACKLES HERE I COME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

there are absolutely no good patrick bateman bots i can find on c.ai so i guess ill have to take matters into my own hands

hello. i am taking fucked up patrick bateman scenarios in my inbox. someone suggested cannibal patrick and i’m kinda eating it up (pun absolutely intended) so please send those ideas my way thank you ❤️

── MISC BOT DUMP .ᐟ

★ : BENNY CROSS — ( night meeting )

★ : DANNY LYON — ( wrong timing )

★ : FINNICK ODAIR — ( 100 ways )

★ : FINNICK ODAIR — ( district 13 )

★ : JONATHAN BYERS — ( fresh out the slammer ) req

★ : JORDAN LI — ( anxiety by doechii )

★ : NAM-GYU — ( unwanted protection ) req

★ : NATASHA ROMANOFF — ( frenemy crush ) wlw + req

★ : RICHIE JERIMOVICH — ( in your arms ) req

★ : SOLDIER BOY — ( back to the past ) req

★ : SPENCER REID — ( special agent unsub )

★ : SPENCER REID — ( Mr. Simple )

★ : STU MACHER — ( social sweetheart )

★ : TANGERINE — ( bolivia’s prisoner )

★ : TASHI DUNCAN — ( hunger games ) au

★ : TATUM RILEY — ( ghostface friend )

★ : TONY STARK — ( anxiety by doechii ) au

★ : YELENA BELOVA — ( phantom bride ) wlw + req

꒰ notes ꒱ :

18 new bots!! i think that’s insane of me /j .. also, what do we think of the new presentation? i wanted to do something simpler for once (i was lazy okay) lots of requests this time but i have more to work on so don’t worry if you don’t see yours here!!

hopefully you guys like all those bots 🫶🏻 love you all!!