⋆.˚ ✚ MIKEY. 9teen. they them. new gen. chronically online. writing whatever, whenever. this blog will contain nsfw content! dni if you’re below 17
about me. i’m a huge nerd (i love math & science), i love origami, i love to play minecraft & fortnite also i love video games in general, lowkey an academic weapon but i’m a huge procrastinator
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tags. gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, playful teasing, very cheesy, minecraft heavy (i’m sorry if u don’t play/like the game also this nerdy as hell but wtv)
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Your usual late-night facetime with Hollis had managed to transform into an early morning minecraft session. It wasn’t going well since you had just died, and spawn was thousands of blocks away from where you and Hollis had previously been.
You were salty, giving Hollis the silent treatment after he left you to fend for yourself in the cave. There was a huge mob of zombies, and maybe your eyes were lingering for far too long on your phone for you to concentrate. But Hollis looked too good in that dark room, only the light from his monitor illuminating his pretty features.
“Baby, I said I was sorry,” Hollis tried to apologize again, only to be met with defiant silence.
You would admit your fault, but who could fault you for admiring your man? In truth, you were really ‘annoyed’ because Hollis laughed in your face when you died, then he had the gall to call you out for being too focused on your phone to lock in for the minecraft grind.
The red screen glaring that you were ‘doomed to fall by a zombie’ did not help the situation.
While you were attempting to retrieve your loot before it despawned, Hollis was working on ‘something special,’ as he called it.
“You’ll love it, I promise,” he swore, biting his lip in a mixture of glee and determination as he seemed hyper-focused on his task at hand.
You couldn’t even stay fake mad at him for long. He looked adorable as he focused on the screen ahead of him, slightly hunched over with the faint sound of keyboard in the background.
Finally, you made it back to him with a pretty damaged iron helmet and leather boots for armour. Your health and hunger weren’t looking too hot either, but at least you had your diamonds.
“I have something for you,” Hollis said. You glanced at your phone propped up on books by your side, noticing a faint smile on his lips. His words sounded somewhat ominous.
“What?” You questioned, returning your attention to the game, and he dropped an item—it was your favourite minecraft flower. You smiled at the gesture, thanking him.
“Do you accept my apology?”
“I’ll think about it,” you replied, placing the flower in your off-hand.
You had an inkling of what Hollis had been cooking up as you followed his in-game character, but you didn’t think the base would be so pink. The walls were made from cherry planks and even the windows had pink-stained glass.
You had to bite back your giggles as you walked past the flower garden that formed a misshapen heart. You tease, “Cute house.”
“It’s a home. Our home,” he responded. “You want a tour?”
“With pleasure.”
The base had the essentials: a crafting table, furnace, and chests, but it also had cute decorations. The last stop on the tour was the bedroom, and you noted the classic red minecraft bed placed in the middle of the room.
“This is where the magic happens,” he stated, and you scoffed playfully.
Hollis pauses his character for a moment, dropping you another item.
“A bed?” you questioned. It was in your favourite colour.
“Yeah, so you can place it next to mine… if you want to,” Hollis replied, observing your expression on his phone. You were beaming that smile of yours, and you hadn’t stopped since he gave you the flower.
You weren’t sure why he was acting coy now, but you were going to play along.
“Do I have a choice?” you joked, and Hollis’ response was immediate.
“No.”
You sarcastically sighed, placing the bed next to his in-game and setting your respawn point.
Despite being away from each other, there was something oddly intimate about playing minecraft, out of all games, with you on a call. Maybe it was the late hour—you were both in your own little world, giggling at the dumbest shit at 2 in the morning, ignoring the day’s responsibilities ahead so you could spend time with each other for a little longer.
“Wait—,” Hollis said suddenly, gifting you diamond armour and tools from one of his chests.
“Are you calling me broke?” you accused, although you had been struggling since the incident in the cave after losing most of your shit to lava.
“Can’t I spoil you, baby?”
“You just want to flex on me,” you scoffed, still accepting the items.
“What? Nooo,” Hollis disagrees, not sounding convincing.
At some point, you had given up playing, preferring to lie in bed and watch Hollis instead. The only thing going on in your sleep-deprived mind was how good he looked. His hair was tied up, strands falling out, and his glasses slipped down his nose now and again.
Hollis refused to tell you what he was doing. You were half expecting to join the world later, only to be greeted with a statue of you. The comfortable silence between you was filled with the music from the game and the occasional breaking and placing of blocks.
However, Hollis noticed that you were more silent than usual. His brown eyes flutter to his phone screen, which displayed you, asleep, your own phone threatening to slip out of your grip.
He grabs the device, holding it close to his face as he admires you, a soft smile on his lips. He takes a couple of screenshots to tease you with later, and he ends the call after a quiet “Goodnight. I love you,” even though you can’t hear him.
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tags/warnings. fem!reader, size diff & kink, masturbation, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cumming inside, dub con, general perversion idk
perv!hollis who pokes fun at your height like he’s not freakishly tall. “you’re so short. i almost didn’t see you,” he teases, as if not everyone is short when standing next to him. when he leans down exaggeratedly to listen to you speak because he “can’t hear you from down there”, you roll your eyes and scoff, but your annoyance brought him joy.
perv!hollis who loves it when you peer up at him with your pretty eyes and tilt your head back slightly, because he towers over you. his height gave him a ton of benefits—the best view at concerts and a great view of your tits every time you wore a low-cut top.
perv!hollis who is affectionate. he hugs you a little longer than necessary when you greet because he missed you, or he embraces you tightly before you leave because he doesn’t want you to go, definitely not ‘cause he likes feeling your soft breasts pressed to his hard frame or how small you are against him, fitting together like you’re his missing puzzle piece.
perv!hollis who shares everything with you. his lips wrap around the same spot on the cigarette you were smoking earlier, and you’re often sharing the same drink. he doesn’t care about backwash. it’s pretty romantic if your saliva contaminates the next swig of the drink he takes. it’s like an indirect kiss when you take a sip after him, your lips on the same spot his were previously on the bottle or cup or whatever.
perv!hollis who is so helpful. he’s been watching you try on outfits for the past hour, assisting you in finding the best one for an event. he hasn’t glanced at his phone once. he’s too preoccupied with watching the fabric of each dress you try on cling to your curves, and when you strip down to your underwear out of frustration if you don’t like an outfit. he tries giving you input, but it’s all the same “wow, that looks amazing on you, baby.”
perv!hollis who’s favourite part is when you ask him to zip it up because it’s an excuse to touch you. he’s looming over as he stands behind you, tugging the zipper up with ease. his large hands rest on your hips, trailing up your sides as he admires you in the mirror. “i think this is the one,” he whispers, his warm hands squeezing your hips as he pulls you back into him.
perv!hollis who tries to convince you to sit on his lap any chance he gets. it’s movie night, and you’re both hanging out with friends, why don't you sit on his lap? it’s more comfortable than the floor anyway. on a trip and the car’s crowded, you should save some space and take a seat on his lap instead.
perv!hollis who bites his lip, holding in the moans that threaten to spill when you stir in his lap. his cock hardens in his pants, and he can feel your warm cunt through the layers of clothing. he’s surprised you haven’t freaked out yet, calling him a pervert and telling him to fuck off. he realizes too late you’re doing it on purpose each time you ‘accidentally’ grind against him. he can’t even tell you to stop moving without risking a whine slipping out and drawing attention to you two.
perv!hollis who jerks off to your pictures on instagram. he finds himself scrolling through your account when he misses you or when he’s horny. porn doesn’t cut it because even though he might find a pornstar that looks like you, it isn’t you, so he opens up instagram and finds an isolated picture of you instead. when he finishes, the post-nut clarity hits, and he’s filled with guilt. he tells himself it’s the last time, but it’s a lie. he’s going to be fisting his leaky dick to the innocent images of you the moment he feels a little bit pent up, or when you post a new pic.
perv!hollis who’s cock you struggle to take because he’s so big. he’s not even all the way in when his tip kisses the back of your throat. you have to wrap your hand around the length of him you can’t take. he’s enamoured at the sight of tears slipping down your cheeks and the wet gags that emit since he insists you take more of him, knowing you can’t. he’s mean, fucking into your mouth and bullying his cock further down your throat because selfishly he wants to cum, and ‘cause he thinks it’s hot when you’re practically choking around him, drool slipping down your chin and your glassy eyes staring up at him.
perv!hollis who smirks when you tell him “it’s too much,” but he’s only halfway inside you. your poor pussy is filled to the brim with him, leaking all over. even with him eating you out like a starved man and working you open with his long fingers, you’re still whining he’s too big. his cock pulses when you whimper about how “you can’t”, but you can, and you have multiple times. you’re a mess on his dick, the only words you can manage are how fucking huge he is, and that he’s splitting you in half.
perv!hollis who presses down on your lower tummy, asking, “can you feel me here, pretty girl?” when he finally stuffs you full of all of him. you gasp out a whiny “yes” as his thick cock stretches you out. everything about hollis was huge. from his dick, to his large palm, moving from your belly to grip your face, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to hold eye contact with him as he ruts desperately into you.
perv!hollis who’s pull out game is weak as fuck. without fail, hollis manages to finish inside you when you tell him not to. “i won’t come inside you this time,” he says—an empty promise. in the heat of the moment, it’s difficult to slip out of you, not when your cunt is convincing him otherwise. he tells you it’s an accident every time. he doesn’t mean to fill your pussy to the brim with his cum. he swears it’s a mistake anyone could make, but he makes sure he’s buried deep inside you when his orgasm nears. “i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t mean to. you feel so fucking good i can’t help myself,” he apologizes even though he never made an effort in pulling out in the first place.
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