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maria-akira · 3 years

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good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader

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summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha

this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.

i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)

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"Dude, shut the fuck up."

"Are you kidding? She really said that?"

"You really think that's gonna happen?"

"Who's class do you have first?"

Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.

"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.

"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.

"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.

Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.

Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.

Michael, her ex.

How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.

Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.

Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.

"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.

Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.

She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.

The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.

She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.

2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.

She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.

As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.

On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.

The school rooftop.

A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.

When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.

Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.

They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.

Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.

The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.

As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.

"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.

She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.

Unknown Sender has sent you a message.

She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.

Unknown Sender: hey ;)

Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?

(Y/N): hi? whos this?

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Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.

"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.

(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?

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Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.

They know my name. And her heart started pounding.

(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number

read 2:35pm

Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.

"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.

(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.

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Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'

You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'

Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?

(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.

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Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺

(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!

Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.

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"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.

Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.

It was Michael, again.

"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her

For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.

"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.

"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"

"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.

Michael panicked.

"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."

Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,

"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."

Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.

2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.

Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.

Duncan, one of his bestfriends.

Michael answered the call, "Hello?"

"What's the update on your little girl?"

"She still doesn't trust me."

"That's sad man."

"I know. She changed alot. "

"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,

"I can't point it out, Dunc."

"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."

"Fine, I trust you."

Call Ended.

Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.

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It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.

Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.

Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.

Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.

"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.

Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"

"But—"

Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.

"Okay this is actually something serious—"

"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."

"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."

Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.

"Okay, fine. Shoot."

"I can't believe I'm saying this.."

"Don't waste my time, Langdon."

"Fine! I'm failing."

Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.

"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.

"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.

"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.

"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."

"Why me?"

Now that made Michael nervous.

"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"

"Fine! Under one condition."

Michael was curious, "What?"

"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.

"That's fine by me."

"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."

She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.

"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.

"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,

"No."

"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"

"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."

"Bu—"

"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.

Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.

"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.

"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."

Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"

"Later, 5pm."

"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."

"I won't."

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tags mwah: @kitwalker02 @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @deademobitch @iheartfrogs101 @tatestripedsweater @mrs-march-ahs

i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Val Venis x Fem Reader- “Sunshine on my Shoulders”

Wrestlers have to memorize their lines, take bumps, hit their bodies on the ring's trampoline, get punched and run into ropes.

Some of them can even get thrown through tables, jump off of the tops of ladders, break tables, get thrown through glass windows and on some extreme cases, get cut with weed wackers or power drills in the forehead.

Unlike milk, wrestling doesn't do a body good.

And wrestling can put lots of strain on the muscles under their skin, some wrestlers have even broken bones and tore muscles from wrestling.

However, sometimes the pain isn't so severe and serious and they don't need to seek medical attention.

During the late 90's, when he was at the height of his wrestling popularity, hadn't changed his signature entrance theme and didn't cut his hair yet, you were in a locker room with Val Venis.

His body and his shoulders were feeling sore, and you had the cure for it despite not being a trained masseuse.

You were sitting next to him, sharing a locker room's bench, and he had his shirt off.

You had your hands placed on his shoulders, where you proceeded to start massaging them, the palms of your hands nudging and stroking up and down behind his shoulders.

Your fingers squeezed the tops of his shoulders, the pads and tips of your fingers were going up his skin while you massaged him.

Your fingers were scrunching and elevating up to the palms of your hands as you massaged his shoulders, but you still tried to keep your fingers wrapped atop of his shoulders, your fingers squeezing and kneading his shoulders like bread dough.

Your fingers didn't just squeeze his shoulders, but spread across them as well, caressing up and down his broad, masculine shoulders.

Val needs someone to massage him, and you'll do just the trick.

He loves you massaging him, and deep inside, you're driving him crazy over how good it feels to have someone massage his aching shoulders.

You actually brought a little bottle of baby oil that's sitting next to you, but you'll use it on him later.

He groaned while you massaged him, not groaning in annoyance, but more orgasmic.

His eyes rolled to the top of his head when you massaged him, his toes could curl up in a little ball.

He bit his bottom lip, trying to control himself.

His penis was becoming more and more erect when you massaged him, blood swelling and filling his shaft up, making it rise up more and more.

"A little lower" he ordered you to do, and you slipped your fingers off of his shoulders, but this time pressed your hands on his shoulder blades.

"Aaaaaah, that's it" he groaned, his eyes rolling to the top of his head. "Just a little more"

Your hands pressed his aching back as hard as they could, though you weren't trying to hurt him.

Your hands and fingers even squeezed his shoulder blades a bit, you can feel his bones.

"Mmmmmmmmm, I like that" he complimented, biting his bottom lip, his voice as gravelly as his voice on "Monday Night Raw". "A little bit lower"

Your hands moved further down his back, pressing his back with your fingers and palms.

He groaned a bit while you massaged him, and if he thought that felt good, he hasn't felt anything yet.

Speak of the devil, since you brought a bottle of baby oil with you, you removed your hands off of his back and held the palm of one of your hands out, whereas your other hand wrapped around the plastic bottle and lifted it off of the bench.

Val turned his head when your hands weren't on his back, but don't worry Val, you have a special surprise for him.

Your thumb flicked open the little cap of the bottle and tilted it a few inches above the palm of your hand, squeezing that bottle until a little blob of clear baby oil fell.

Your thumb pressed the cap of the bottle down and closed it, only for you to sit that bottle of baby oil down on the bench again.

You clasped your hands together until both of your hands were smothered and smeared in baby oil.

Val saw you pour some baby oil on your palm, and he, too, got excited for what's next, he grinned a naughty shit eating grin.

You too had an ear-to-ear shit eating grin plastered across your face, and you placed your baby oil soaked hands and fingers on his shoulders again, proceeding to massage and squeeze his shoulders.

Your fingers were trying to avoid getting that baby oil in his hair.

The tops of his shoulders were becoming shiny thanks to you massaging his shoulders in baby oil, and even the pads of your fingers made tiny little circles on his shoulder blades.

His penis was growing harder as you massaged him, his cock elevating higher and higher and growing out more and more.

He could nearly take his pants off and release his erection eager to be let out, especially considering his pants have been feeling tighter on his legs from you massaging him.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he groaned and moaned, closing his eyes and sounding like that moan he made in that promo where he's in a convertible car and he leans his head back while his eyes roll to the top of his head.

As you massaged him, some wrestlers in the locker room were watching you massage Val, and they were getting jealous.

They wanted a massage from you, but you just told them to mind their own business.

Like before, you spread that baby oil across his shoulders, caressing him with your hands and fingers.

Your fingers were getting slippery from having baby oil on them, sliding up his shoulders while you massaged and squeezed them.

You probably won't have a lot of baby oil on your hands left while you're massaging his shoulders.

Likewise, your fingers are going up and bunching in the palms of your hands while you massage his shoulders.

Your fingers and hands are helping take the pain away from his shoulders as well as his body, easing the pain.

"Just a little lower" he ordered you, turning his head and pointing his index finger.

You listened to him, sliding your baby oil soaked hands down below his shoulders until your fingers weren't wrapped around them, your hands and fingers pressing on his shoulder blades this time, massaging him.

Your fingers were sliding a little shiny line down to his shoulder blades, courtesy of the baby oil on them.

"Goddamn it" he groaned, his eyes rolling to the top of his head, sounding orgasmic instead of pissed off.

You were rolling and brushing the palms of your hands up his shoulder blades when you massaged him.

Your fingers also elevated, slid and caressed up to his shoulders, sometimes even squeezing little bits of his skin.

Your hands and fingers caressed and stroked his shoulder blades, you could feel the bones and muscle under his skin.

Some wrestlers heard Val's groans, and they thought he was masturbating, getting a blowjob, or having sex, despite no slapping, blowjob or fapping noises, and they turned their heads, only to see him get a massage.

"Hey, the show is over" one wrestler reminded you "You don't need to rub him in baby oil"

"Mind your own business!" you barked at him. "How about that?!"

Indeed, why exactly are you rubbing Val in baby oil?

To make him feel good and he'll eventually have skin as soft as a baby, and that's a wonderful thing, especially for sex.

Your fingers and hands were getting more dry and a bit sticky while you massaged his back, thanks to his back being dry.

You lifted your hands off of his shoulders and looked at your fingers and palms, checking to see if there's still any baby oil.

You could use a bit more baby oil, but hopefully the baby oil bottle won't slip out of your hand!

You placed the palm of your hand out and wrapped your fingers around the bottle of baby oil, which luckily didn't slip out of your hands for now.

Your thumb lifted the cap open and your hand tilted the bottle down at the palm of your hand, your fingers squeezing that bottle until a little blob of baby oil landed in the palm of your hand.

Your thumb pressed the cap down, closing the lid completely, and then you placed that bottle next to you.

Likewise, you clasped your hands together, the little blob turning into a flat splatter when one palm of your hand pressed that blob.

Now with your hands sticky with baby oil, you placed those hands on Val's back, where your hands not only pressed on his back, but vertically slid up and down his back, massaging him.

The baby oil was sinking into his skin when your hands nudged and rubbed up and down his back.

His eyes rolled to the top of his head and chills were running down his spine when you massaged his back.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, God" he groaned and moaned, slightly arching his head back and closing his eyes.

Wonder if the middle of his back is sore too?

"Hey Val" you said. "Is the middle of your back sore?"

"Not really, no" he confessed.

Your hands were getting dry when you rubbed your hands up and down his back.

You don't just want to rub his back, and so you lifted your hands off of his back and looked at your palms and fingers.

There's still a little bit of baby oil on your palms and fingers, but maybe not enough.

You lifted that bottle of baby oil up and flicked the cap open with your thumb, but instead of holding the palm of your hand out, you told Val to sit up straight, and he listened to you.

He adjusted his posture, holding his head up high and sitting up straight and correctly, not hunching over.

It probably isn't the best idea, but you held that bottle of baby oil next to his chest and squeezed it, until some baby oil leaked out of the bottle and onto his chest.

Your eyes were looking at his chest getting soaked by baby oil, and he, too, was looking at that baby oil drip down his torso.

It might be better to hold the palm of your hand out and squeeze that bottle like previously, but whatever.

Your thumb pressed the cap of the bottle until it clicked, not letting the bottle pour out any baby oil, and sat that bottle down next to you.

Your hand pressed on that line of baby oil that trickled down his torso, only for your hand to slide and roam all over his torso, smearing that baby oil anywhere on his torso.

Your hand slid up both of his pecs, feeling the little bumps of his pectoral muscles, your hands going up when they slid up his pecs.

He looked at your hand caressing that baby oil on his torso, he smiled and grinned, enjoying what you're doing to him.

He felt the way he did when Terri Runnels leaned her face into his ear and whispered him something, as well as caressed on his chest.

Some wrestlers in the locker room saw you caressing Val's chest, a few of them were making those silly "wolf whistles" at you.

One of them shouted "Get a room!".

Indeed, it would be better if you and Val were alone together and didn't have others watching you.

Here's something else that will really make him feel good...

"Hey Val" you purred, your voice sounding sexy and smooth. "Does this feel good?"

You were putting on your best phone sex hotline girl voice for him.

"Mmmmmhmmmmm" he confessed, nodding his head.

His nipples were getting hard from you caressing his torso, you were driving him crazy inside, but crazy as in sexual arousal.

That baby oil was making his body shinier, and you're really tempted into rubbing baby oil up and down his arms as well as...somewhere else.

"Hey Val" you said, not sounding so sexy this time "Can I rub some baby oil on your arms?"

Hmmmmm, good question.

He shrugged his shoulders.

He does love the feel of you caressing his body with that baby oil, so maybe he might enjoy you stroking his arms and muscles with baby oil.

You feel a little guilty that you didn't hold the palm of your hand out and pour baby oil on it and clasp your hands after, maybe that way you can get more baby oil on his chest, but whatever, maybe next time.

You don't care much for his arms, so you picked up the baby oil bottle and flicked open the lid with your thumb, tilting the bottle and pouring that baby oil down one arm.

When you had poured some baby oil on one arm, you moved that hand and bottle to his opposite arm and tilted the bottle, pouring a bit more there.

You were trying to be careful so the bottle won't run out of baby oil so soon.

You lifted the bottle up and closed the lid with your thumb, pressing your thumb down, and sat the bottle down next to you.

You put one of your hands on Val's bicep, where you began to spread and smear that baby oil up and down his arm.

Val looked at his arm you were rubbing, his arm getting shiny from the baby oil, and he, too, loved the feel of you caressing his arm.

Sometimes, your fingers even rotated around his bicep.

"Val" you said "I feel like I didn't smear enough baby oil on your torso"

"No, you did" he admitted.

I guess you did, even though you didn't clasp your hands together.

You originally wanted to smear that baby oil on his torso and chest, that's why you brought it with you.

As you stroked his arm, you were thinking of caressing his chest and torso in baby oil one more time.

"Hey Val" you said "Y'want me to rub that baby oil on your chest while I rub your arm?"

Rubbing baby oil on his chest again?

Though, he did get massaged twice, once with baby oil all over your fingers and palms.

"You rubbed my chest with baby oil before!" he mentioned.

Despite enjoying you rubbing baby oil on his chest, he sounded annoyed when you asked to rub his chest again.

Unless he's lying about enjoying you rub his chest, which he isn't.

"Well, do you want me to or not?" you asked.

He thought about it, and he did love it when you caressed his chest as well as loves it when you caress his arm, though he prefers you rubbing his chest.

"Well, I am a bit worried you might run out of baby oil" he confessed, grinning after he said that, sounding like he's playing his Val Venis character.

He already knows what you might rub next...

"Me too" you admitted.

When you caressed enough baby oil on one arm, you moved your hand over to the other arm, where you smeared and spread that baby oil up and down his arm.

You don't just wanna spread baby oil on his body, but also on his...big Valbowski.

"Val" you said "I've actually thought of...jacking you off with my hand covered in baby oil"

That made his eyes grow wide, though it shouldn't, considering there's been a lot of sexual tension between you and Val while you've massaged and caressed him.

Honestly, he was figuring you planned on doing that and even thought you were going to do that with him, it makes sense.

"You thought of it?" he asked "I thought you were gonna do it!"

Of course he'd think that.

"Do you want me to or not?" you asked him.

"Well, considering I've been feelin' a little tight in the pants" he confessed, sounding matter-of-factly like when he cuts promos and tells sex jokes on "Monday Night Raw", "Be my guest"

One of his hands was unbuttoning his jeans whereas the other hand slid his zipper down, where he then moved both of his hands to the sides of his jeans and slid his fingers under them, under the elastic of his boxers.

His fingers grabbed onto the sides of his jeans as well as his boxers, where he pulled them down until he released his erection as well as his scrotum out.

Your eyes grew wide seeing his erection, you could nearly suck that beautiful penis, which you have, many times.

That cock is just waiting to be pleasured, so you moved one of your hands to that bottle of baby oil and picked it up, putting the palm of your hand out and flipping open the lid of the bottle with your thumb, where you tilted the plastic bottle and squeezed it until you got some baby oil on your palm and fingers.

You then lifted the bottle up straight and pressed the lid with your thumb, sitting the bottle down, and your palm and fingers looked so shiny.

Your thumb on your other hand pressed the lid of the bottle down and sat that plastic bottle down next to you, the bottle is almost empty.

You then moved one of your hands to his erection, where you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, and proceeded to start pumping up and down his cock, masturbating him.

His shaft was so rock hard and you can feel it just by having your fingers wrapped around it.

As you masturbated him, his eyes rolled to the top of his head, enjoying you jerking him off.

Precum was leaking out of the slit of his penishead and trickling down his shaft as well as your hand, helping make his cock slipperier.

Your fingers sometimes rotated around his shaft while you pumped and cranked his dick.

A "Monday Night Raw", "Friday Night Smackdown", or "Sunday Night Heat" episode isn't on tonight and he doesn't have a match to do next, you're just rubbing and caressing his aching body.

Some wrestlers were watching you masturbate Val, many of them were roaring and others were wolf whistling at you, but you wanted them to fuck off.

You actually have given shoulder and back massages to Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Christian, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Test, Raven, Scott Hall, Marty Jannetty, Leif Cassidy, and of course, Val Venis.

#val venis #90s #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction #wwf #sean morley

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themurphyzone · 7 years

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Organized Chaos

First time writing Amanda! Some ship tease between Milo and Amanda, but nothing heavy.

“Amanda, please let me design the yearbooks! I’m begging you!” Chad tearfully knelt, grasping the hem of Amanda’s magenta jacket. He looked up with wide, pleading eyes. “I need this!”

“Chad, designing the yearbooks is not supposed to be fun. It requires the utmost diligence, attention to detail, and extreme patience when you inevitably have to use the library computers that haven’t been replaced since 1992,” Amanda replied, carefully pulling her jacket out of Chad’s hands. “May I ask you why you need this?”

“Extra credit for English,” Chad said, standing up. “I got an F on the last persuasive essay. Nobody told me I couldn’t write about Mr. Drako’s vampirism.”

Amanda sighed. If there was a new conspiracy theory in town, Chad was usually the first to start panicking about it. Like the rest of her peers, she usually ignored his theories. There were enough crazy shenanigans with Milo around.

“Just because Mr. Drako has family in Romania does not mean-”

“Watch out! Runaway robot from the engineering club!”

Speak of the sweatervest. Amanda braced herself. She had only planned for 20 minutes worth of Murphy’s Law on Thursdays. Amanda mentally calculated the amount of time it took to clean up the expired milk at lunch and the fire extinguisher malfunction in Ms. Camilichec’s class. Ate through approximately twelve minutes worth of time I set aside for these disasters. Ay caballo, if this mishap goes over eight minutes I’ll have to cut down on the time I set aside for reorganizing my binder.

A silver, badly made, 5 foot robot hurtled down the hallway, smoke pouring from a small pipe on its back. One lightbulb eye shone brightly, but the other had fallen out of the socket. Crude wheels left skid marks behind. People scrambled to get out of the way, ducking into nearby classrooms and climbing on top of the lockers to avoid it. Although they had taken cover underneath a flight of stairs, Chad had ducked behind Amanda, shaking nervously.

“Chad, if you stop using me as a meat shield, I promise I’ll work something out with the yearbook committee,” Amanda offered.

“You will? I owe you my life!” Chad exclaimed. “I will do anything you say from now on, my lady.”

“The robot is a good starting place,” Amanda suggested, shifting uncomfortably at being addressed as ‘my lady’.

“The mission begins,” Chad stepped into the open corridor, spreading his arms wide in the pathway of the robot. His face scrunched up in determination. “YOU SHALL NOT-”

Amanda flinched, covering her eyes. There was a horrible screech as flesh and metal collided. When she looked back, the robot was still careening down the hallway as if nothing had happened. Chad wasn’t so lucky, collapsing on his back.

“Pass...” Chad groaned, before losing consciousness.

Amanda awkwardly approached him. “It was a good try,” she murmured.

“Yippi-ki-i-ay, robot!” Milo yelled, twirling several lassos above his head as he rushed down the hall. “Amanda?” he said in surprise. The minor distraction was enough to lose control of the lassos, and several coils rained down on top of them. Milo raised his arm, and Amanda felt a loop tighten on her waist and jerk her forward. She crashed into Milo, who let out a grunt as his back knocked against the lockers.

At least they were still standing.

“Sorry about that, Amanda,” Milo laughed nervously. “Usually I’m pretty good with lassos.”

“It’s all right,” Amanda said, checking to make sure there was nothing else in the area that could possibly hurt them. “Don’t you have a robot to catch?”

“About that,” Amanda’s eyes widened when she realized she could feel Milo’s fingers wiggling against hers. She looked down in horror, straining to free her arms from the coils around their waists. “Well, there’s a lot of benefits to being stuck together by failed lassos. None come to mind right now, but I’m sure there’s gotta be one somewhere.”

I’m in the splatter zone, I’m in the splatter zone, Amanda took a deep breath, straining not to let the dam burst. She was trapped with Milo! Not only that, but now her schedule was completely screwed up! That binder wasn’t going to magically reorganize itself! Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, you’ll get out of this eventually. Eventually. Probably not in the next five minutes. But eventually is better than never, right?

“Amanda, if you need to scream to let off steam, I don’t mind,” Milo said, reading her thoughts. “I’d offer you a paper bag, but I can’t reach my backpack right now.”

“I-I’m fine,” Amanda breathed heavily. “I don’t need to vocalize my inner frustrations and demise.”

“You sure?” Milo asked in concern.

“N-no, you’re right,” Amanda admitted. “I-I do.”

Amanda felt Milo stiffen, his body erect and eyes squeezed shut in preparation. “Just let it out. You’ll feel a lot better.” he said.

“Okay,” Amanda nodded, inhaling sharply. Then a scream erupted from her throat, her pent-up frustrations let loose for all the school to hear. Yearbooks, dumb computers, my schedule, the binder! Argh! she internally wailed.

After several seconds, her scream died off and she gasped for air. “Sorry, Milo,” she said, grinning awkwardly. “But you were right about letting off steam.”

Milo’s cowlick had flopped over at some point during her scream. “Are you kidding?” he laughed. “You have some really strong lungs, Amanda! I haven’t heard anyone scream like that since Melissa and I rode Greased Thunder! We should go to Lard World sometime!”

“Haha, lard and rollercoasters really aren’t my thing,” she giggled, respecting Melissa even more for going on such a dangerous ride with Milo. “And I don’t think anyone’s ever complimented my lungs before.”

“Well, what’s not to like? We wouldn’t be alive without them! Unless we were fish, or mermaids,” Milo said.

“Milo, did you catch the robot? I would’ve been here sooner but a certain someone just had to dawdle in music class!” Melissa wasted no time, opening the flap on Milo’s backpack. She dug around to find a can of cheese spray, glaring at Zack.

“I wasn’t dawdling,” Zack retorted. “I stayed behind to help clean up the spit the brass section left.”

“You see? Dawdling,” Melissa replied.

Amanda blinked. “Don’t you have a pocket knife? Or scissors?”

“No, I was trying to lasso the robot but it backfired. And pocket knives are against school rules, but I do have a neat Swiss Army one at home,” Milo said.

“Came in pretty useful during the Woodpecker Incident,” Melissa commented.

“And nobody’s going to address that Chad’s unconscious?” Zack gestured to Chad’s body. “How did this happen anyway?”

“The robot ran him over,” Amanda explained. “Those treads won’t be easy to wash out.”

“Robot?” Zack raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that was my bad,” Milo chuckled sheepishly. “I do have all-purpose bleach that can rinse out orange juice, oil, and pterodactyl blood though. I’ll just let him borrow it for a while. Melissa, if you’d please?”

Melissa’s entire arm vanished into the backpack as she felt around. “Got it!” she exclaimed, holding up a container of bleach. She placed the bleach next to Chad, and attached a sticky note with a hastily-scribbled explanation on it.

“Mr. Drako has this period off. We got lucky,” Zack sighed. “Let’s get you two free.”

Milo and Amanda attempted to walk, only to stumble as their legs knocked against each other. They shuffled along carefully for several feet, before sending pleading looks to Melissa and Zack. “I’ll take Amanda,” Melissa rested a hand on Amanda’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Zack hesitated, his hand hovering uncertainly over Milo as he tried to figure out a good position. “I don’t bite,” Milo said.

“You don’t, but there are plenty of things that could come out of the vents that would,” Zack finally settled for the strap of Milo’s backpack.

The other students waved casually to them as they passed by. If anybody else thought anything was strange about this situation, they didn’t let it show. After what felt like an eternity, the quartet finally reached Mr. Drako’s classroom.

“Watch your step. It’s gonna be dark in there,” Melissa cautioned before knocking on the door.

“Ow, just a minute!” the group flinched as they heard several loud crashes coming from the other side and a cat screeching. “Agnes, get out of the coffins!”

“Should we ask what the coffins are for or not?” Zack asked.

“Maybe he sleeps in them,” Milo suggested. “Or it could be for a reenactment.”

“What sort of reenactment would involve coffins?” Melissa asked.

“Recreating the Egyptian embalming process is the only one I can think of,” Milo mused. “Like how they pulled out the brain through the nose. Or removed most of the internal organs except the heart and treated them with chemicals. And-”

“Milo, I’m just going to warn you right now that I have a delicate stomach,” Amanda gagged, feeling queasy at the thought of treating dead people.

“Sorry,” Milo said. “But the entire process is pretty cool. And I had a distant relative affected by the Mummy’s Curse once.”

“Really?” Zack gasped.

“Yup!” Milo nodded. “Turns out she was faking it the entire time. She got kicked out of the sideshow after that.”

“Oh. I thought you were going to say she died from it,” Zack looked slightly disappointed, as if he had been expecting a better story.

Before Milo could reply, the door opened. Mr. Drako’s tie was askew, and he was wiping his forehead with a cloth. “What can I help you with?” he asked.

“There was an accident with the robot from the engineering club,” Amanda explained. “Milo was trying to catch it with a lasso, but we got tangled up instead.”

“And Chad got run over by the robot,” Melissa added.

“Robot treads are hard to wash out,” Mr. Drako said, shaking his head in sympathy. “Well, come in! I’ll see what I can do about your predicament. Sorry about the mess, I was trying to set up the coffins for a lesson on Ancient Egypt and Agnes keeps climbing in when I’m trying to close them.”

Mr. Drako’s classroom always had low lighting, but Amanda had never noticed how creepy it actually was until all the chairs had been replaced by coffins. A black cat with amber eyes perched on the teacher’s desk, looking extremely smug.

“I thought Agnes was your ex-wife,” Zack ran a finger across the cover of a coffin, then carefully wiped the dust on the underside of a desk.

“She is,” Mr. Drako replied. “She named the cat. Never had that much creativity, I’m afraid.” He held up a blunt pair of safety scissors, frowning. “This is the only pair of scissors I have. Of course it’s no good.”

“Normally I’d be asking how the district was able to pay for thirty coffins and not be able to provide us with basic school supplies, but I learned from the Acadecamathalon to never ask those sorts of questions again,” Melissa said.

“Oh, the district didn’t pay for them,” Mr. Drako said, oblivious to the alarmed faces of his students. Amanda now had a mental image of their teacher raiding an ancient castle for corpses. She immediately switched to thinking of fuzzy, playful puppies and making color-coded schedules.

Milo was the first to recover from that piece of information. “Yeah. We’re just going to digress now. We were planning to use the mouse that lived in this classroom. And we brought cheese spray!”

Melissa hesitated. “Maybe someone should take Agnes out of the room first. You don’t want her eating your only hope of freedom.”

“I wouldn’t say the mouse is our only hope of freedom,” Milo shrugged. “I have tools at home for this. Or we could call your dad, Melissa. Or use one of Mrs. Underwood’s surgical instruments.”

“I do not want any scalpels or needles near me unless I am actually in a hospital, please,” Amanda warned.

Mr. Drako found some catnip in a drawer and tickled Agnes’ nose with it, attempting to entice her. Her tail twitched, but she didn’t budge. “Not the catnip type, huh?” Zack asked dryly.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Mr. Drako replied. “Let’s go Ag-AH! Get her off! Get her off!” She sprang at his face when he tried to pick her up, hissing angrily.

Melissa and Zack rushed to help dislodge Agnes, while she snapped at them irritably. Melissa retracted her hand, barely avoiding a clawed paw. After several seconds Zack managed to find a good grip on Agnes, and pulled her off. She swiped at the air and thrashed in his arms,fur bristling.

“I’m glad Bast doesn’t act like that,” Amanda relaxed, not realizing that she had tensed up earlier.

“You named your cat after an Egyptian goddess? That’s so cool!” Milo exclaimed.

Amanda blushed at the compliment. “I had a mythology phase when I was little.” She watched as Mr. Drako began applying ointment to the scratches on his face. At least they weren’t that deep.

“Guys, what do I do now?” Zack asked nervously. His hand brushed the back of Agnes’ ear who quieted instantly from her yowling. “Um, good kitty?” She started nuzzling his neck, purring. “I guess nobody knew about her secret spot.”

“I’ll say,” Melissa snapped a photo with her phone.

“You better not be posting that to social media,” Zack continued to scratch Agnes’ head.

Melissa smirked. “I won’t. Kitties are popular on the net though. You’d be an insta-star for the next half hour.”

“Zack, you’re like a cat whisperer! But getting back to business, can you distract her while Melissa uses the cheese spray and lures out the mouse?” Milo asked.

“Okay, I’ll be in the back,” Zack retreated to a distant corner, cooing softly to Agnes the entire time.

“I’ve never seen Agnes so complacent before. My ex-wife trained her, after all,” Mr. Drako remarked.

Which probably explains a lot, Amanda thought. She winced as Melissa carefully sprayed the cheese smell on the rope, silently hoping she wouldn’t come away smelling like dairy.

“We’re just using the standard cheddar one,” Milo explained, sensing her discomfort. “For rodents that are four feet and above, an aged spray works better.” Amanda pulled a face. “We’ve never been in a situation where we needed to use it though.”

“There was that one time with the rhesus monkeys where we had to ward them off with Limburger cheese,” Melissa wrinkled her nose in disgust, spraying a trail to the mouse hole behind the teacher’s desk. “Done.” She capped the spray, placing it in Milo’s backpack. “Everyone quiet.”

Amanda worried that Agnes was going to eat the mouse before they could get out, but so far Zack was doing a great job of blocking her view and providing a distraction. Two minutes passed, and a snout finally poked out from the hole. Finally, a gray mouse emerged, following the scent trail to Amanda and Milo. Milo snickered as the mouse climbed up his leg, nibbling at the rope around his waist. Bits of rope fell to the floor. Once Milo’s hands were free, he began to gently tug at the rope that was restraining Amanda’s hands.

She looked away. Suddenly the temperature was rising. My schedule after I get home, she thought. Research okapis for my science project, email members of the Yearbook Committee, hour break for showering and eating, find a way to stop blushing. Why can’t I stop blushing? Why does being around Milo cause everything to be so unpredictable?

She had to admit, sometimes unpredictability wasn’t a horrible thing. Order and Chaos balanced the world. Without Order, Chaos would destroy and consume everything in its path. Without Chaos, Order would be too rigid and life would no longer have its mysterious charm.

“Amanda, the rope’s gone,” Milo held up the now useless rope. “I’ll have to get another replacement. Thanks, mouse!” Milo waved to the rodent as it scampered back to its hole.

She hadn’t realized she was free from the restraints. “Thanks,” she gave him a weak smile, unsure of what to say now. Breathing deeply, she continued. “After school lets out, do you want to go to the store and find some more rope together? The least I can do is pay for it after everything that happened today.”

“You don’t need to-” Milo’s mouth gaped opened like a fish. “What about your schedule? I know you like everything precise and ordered.”

“My normal schedule for Thursday has been off since 3rd period today,” Amanda shrugged. “Give me ten to fifteen minutes and I can plan accordingly for this outing and the rest of the day. Melissa and Zack can come too if they want.”

“I’m sorry if I messed up your schedule. I didn’t-” Amanda cut him off.

“You didn’t mean to,” she smiled. “I know. And it’s alright. I need a break from all this rigidness.”

“Well, in that case I’ll accept!” Milo perked up instantly. “You wanna go Melissa?”

Melissa winked at Amanda. “I just remembered I procrastinated on an essay. I’ll have to finish it when I get home.” Somehow Amanda knew there was more to that excuse, though she couldn’t quite place it.

“That’s too bad,” Milo said in sympathy, turning to the corner where Zack and Agnes sat. “Zack, do you wanna come to the store with Amanda and me after school?” he shouted.

“We do have a light bulb burned out in the living room. Maybe I-” Zack’s eyes widened when he looked over to the side. Milo didn’t notice, but Amanda followed his gaze to Melissa, who was making wild gestures and shaking her head. She stopped and cleared her throat when she spotted Amanda staring at her, rubbing her arms casually. “Uh, maybe I should take the time to actually look at the box they came in even though it’s probably with a bunch of other stuff in the attic so I don’t accidentally buy the wrong model or watts! If I buy the wrong one, then we could have a power failure and the wi-fi would go out and that would be awful!” Zack gave an unconvincing smile. He let go of Agnes, who pawed at his shoes and meowed unhappily.

“Guess it’s just you and me!” Milo turned to Amanda, grinning from ear to ear.

Amanda nodded. “Do you want to help me make the schedule? You can help me decide on the colors.”

“Hold on a second, you two,” Melissa gave them a time-out signal. “Has anybody seen Mr. Drako? He just disappeared on us.”

They looked around, unable to find a trace of their teacher. A snore sounded from a coffin in the front. Milo lifted the cover and peered inside. “He’s asleep,” he said. “Do you think these coffins are more comfortable than they look?”

“Who knows?” Melissa replied.

“Let’s go,” Amanda tugged on Milo’s arm. “Before the library gets up and walks away.”

“Technically the library can’t get up and walk away,” Milo said as they exited the classroom. “Unless it’s secretly a robot.”

“There’s a lot of potential outcomes if the library was secretly a robot,” Amanda said, smiling softly.

Murphy’s Law was unpredictable. And sometimes a little chaos and the element of surprise were exactly what she needed.

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