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itsfavvn · 1 month
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braids
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alterouslyinlove · 1 year
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what if we cuddled for so long we were both warm and we smelled like each other. what then.
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eat-rock · 1 year
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“nobody understands me” but not in the “edgy suffering from teenager syndrome mad at mom” kind of way, but the “lonely isolating young adult realization that the specific combination of mental illnesses and past experiences i’ve had have resulted in a pattern of behaviors that are often misinterpreted and misconstrued by others” type of way
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2001xp · 1 year
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*does nothing* *feels guilty* *does something* *feels overwhelmed*
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bratphilia · 5 months
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HAI ok then gimme dark!mike coming home from work n ur half asleep on the couch n he’s had a bad shift so he coaxes you into opening your mouth for him n then fucks ur throat ,,, his hand with a fistful of ur hair just forcing u down on his cock while ur barely awake yet ,,, omg :3
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note: the title is making me giggle also i love all your mike requests pls keep sending them
pairing: mike schmidt x reader
tags: blowjob, slight somno, dub/con
taglist: @dilfity
sleepy head (m. schmidt x reader)
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the door opens and shuts with a tremor. mike's from work. he grumbles to himself loathingly and crashes on the chair by the sofa, where you just so happened to be half-awake on.
"welcome home," you mumble through a yawn, shifting from your back to your side.
mike doesn't say anything for a second and it's hard to read what he's doing with your eyes closed. "abbs asleep?"
"mhm."
"good."
he approaches the side of the couch where your head is resting on and you hear the clinking sound of his belt being undone. "mikey, what are you..."
when you open your eyes, mike's cock is right in your face. when you look up at him, he starts explaining with pleading eyes. "please, baby, need your mouth so bad."
"right now?" you grumble, trying to roll over so your head faces the direction of the pillows but he grasps at your hair, earning a quiet yelp from you.
"c'mon, babe, don't make me force it down your throat."
all you do is part your mouth open expectantly in the direction of his cock and he fits inside snugly. thrusting inside your mouth, one hand fisted through your hair. you gurgle and gulp around him, trying your best to not choke and make any loud noises. he deserves this.
"shit — ah — mouth is so tight, feels so good around me — hah," he half-whispers. his thrusts get deeper, hitting the back of your throat making you gag. he uses his other hand to grasp at your cheeks and throatfucks your mouth until he's coming with a series of deep grunts.
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spelldealer · 2 months
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i love seeing little things painted on the sidewalk
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dreamworldstims · 1 year
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Star Sea - Nikki Tomorrow
(please credit if used)
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cohlumbo · 1 month
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fathers & daughters, staying & leaving
true detective unreleased pilot script / mister-crow via tumblr / forgotten flickr / anne carson / hanif abdurraqib / disco elysium / niceaf via tumblr / true detective (2014) / ex-libris-blog via tumblr / eula bliss / laura sassi / + bonus: this deleted scene
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cyberchronics · 3 months
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
so unhinged about him ♥︎
satoru gojo + missing you
★ no real power dynamic, pathetic needy gojo, masturbation, teasing, phone sex ★
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satoru knows you can't go on every mission with him. in fact, he wants you to stay safe and sound at home while he makes your problems go away
so why does he miss you so damn much?
he's lying in a cold hotel bed missing your warmth, scrolling through his phone to try and distract himself– before one of your various posts shows up on his feed. everything has to remind him of you, even god damn social media. what a life to live.
satoru is stressed, even more than usual, so he takes a deep breath and falls back on ol' reliable. peeling back blankets and slipping his sweatpants down is the easy part. he barely needs any masturbation material as thoughts of you swim through his mind, but he unlocks his hidden folder anyway and picks a random recording of the two of you.
he's glad you let him have this dirty habit for times like this. he wishes you were here.... he craves your touch, but his hand will have to suffice for tonight. a voice in his head knows he'll never be able to satisfy himself as well as you do.
...satoru misses you :(
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Satoru is halfway through his ridiculously long home video, listening to your sweet mewls as you take his cock, but he's nowhere near close. It's frustrating, seeing himself orgasm for the second time in twenty minutes as he gives you another sloppy kiss. He's been jealous plenty of times, but never of himself. You bring out a weird side of him.
His pace falters as he closes out of the folder, considering just rolling over and admitting defeat. It's what he deserves for setting himself up like this: going to bed desperate and hard. Maybe he'll get better results if he tries again in the morning. Just as he's about to throw his phone on the charger and call it a night, your contact pops up the distinct ringtone filling the room. Perfect timing.
The video call flickers on instantly as he answers, his feed turned off for the time being. You're laid in bed all pretty, blankets down just enough to reveal your choice in pajamas. You're lying on his side of the bed and wearing his shirt. Are you trying to kill him? "Hey, baby. Was 'bout to go to bed, but I wanted to talk to you first." You missed him too? A warmth blooms in his chest and he smiles like an idiot. "Can you turn your camera on? I wanna see you."
Your voice is soft and gentle, scratching every inch of his pathetic brain. He bites his lip to stifle a desperate whine, thinking of a decent excuse to give you. Satoru never minded begging for attention before, but something in him doesn't want to give you the burden of putting on a show for him. He'd rather just listen to your raspy tone and watch the pretty lips that should be giving him hickeys say sweet words.
"I don't want you to see me like this, babe." His voice comes through the phone between heavy pants, still fisting his cock in a rhythm pace. "Face is all bloody and bandaged up, and– fuck..." Satoru cuts himself off with a curse under his breath, hips bucking up at a particularly good stroke. "Yeah, uh... it's just a mess. Real gorey, y'know?"
That gorgeous laugh floods his ears, sending shivers down his spine instantly. How can someone be so damn perfect? "Satoru... are you jerking off?" Satoru promptly chokes on his drool. Was he being too loud? He knows he's never been subtle, but you can't even see his face! "W-what? Nah, babe. I'm just layin' down. Why would you think somethin' crazy like that?" The words come out clumsy, and he trips over them as they come out. You know him too damn well.
"You're not? That's too bad..." Satoru watches in amazement as you turn the camera around, yanking down the heavy comforter and revealing your busy fingers. They thrust in and out of the lube-slicked entrance, making loud squelching noises now that there was nothing to muffle the sound. He's already drooling and it's been less than a second. Why does he keep underestimating you?
"I was hoping we could cum together." Those familiar whimpers come through the line as you fuck yourself on your fingers, a small thump coming from you throwing your head back against the wooden headboard. "Fuck, baby. Feels so good... 'm g'nna cum." Before he can even rush to catch up with you and turn on his video, you fulfill that promise and make a mess of your high-quality sheets. It's a sight to behold, but Satoru doesn't get to enjoy it long.
The camera pans back to your sweat-covered face as you flash him a tired smile. "Love you, Satoru... come back soon, okay?" You blow him a kiss through the camera, hanging up before any protests can be made. Fucking tease. It's a good thing he always screen records your calls. Satoru's never painted his hand white with his thick cum quicker. You always know just what he needs.
He can't wait until he can return the favor.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
a/n: sorry that mahito fic pt 2 is late 😭😭 im struggling so much with writing it idk why. also yuuta!!! wanna start writing something for him immediately :3
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silly-stings · 8 months
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sorta lazy wally doodle but i pictured him being all silly and giddy when he said this
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godspeeeeeeeed · 6 months
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I might like you less now that you know me so well
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virtualrealityshow · 4 months
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ANNDDDD here's all the art I made for the website compiling the new characters together! I had so much fun making these and including the character's personalities in them!
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alterouslyinlove · 10 months
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daydreaming isn’t enough i need it to happen to me in real life
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eat-rock · 2 years
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rsd is absolutely insane because it will feel like someone is tearing apart the very core of my being, insulting everything i have done and will ever do, condemning me to death and simultaneously wishing i was never born, when actually they just didn’t like a song i showed them
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0th3rw0rldl1n3ss · 6 months
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will graham: eye contract is distracting
also will graham around hannibal:
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bratphilia · 5 months
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i want more dark!mike schmidt …… so desperate i’d write it myself but my laptop is back in australia n i’m in europe …,,, so someone else has to do it …..
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note: i am a slut for dark!mike so yes !!! this is inspired by a post i saw with this premise. if anyone finds it pls lmk and i'll link it here!
tags: dub/con, bondage, oral sex (m receiving), riding, orgasm denial, degrading
security alert (m. schmidt x reader)
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dark!mike who finds you sneaking into freddy's and stands right in the entrance, waiting for you. usually he's asleep on shift but — unlucky for you — his shift just started, so he isn't. first thing mike notices about you is how pretty you are and how afraid you're looking at him right now, and he has an idea.
he drags you to the security office, pulling you with a harsh grip on your upper arm. then sits down and spreads his thighs, gesturing for you to kneel between them.
"suck my cock and i won't call the police," he tells you sternly. it's far from a question.
apprehensively, you get on your knees before him. he unbuckles his belt and commands you to hold your wrists out, effectively restraining you. fuck, you're in for it now.
mike undoes the buttons, zips down his jeans and pulls his cock out of his boxers. you gulp. what he lacks in length, which is still average, he makes up for in girth. you lick up the underside of his dick and then kiss the tip.
you try your best but it's proven much harder with out your hands. mike doesn't seem to complain; his head is thrown back. the room is filled with your gawking noises and his heavy breathing as well as the occasional grunt. he fists your hair and uses it to slide your mouth up and down his cock, making you deepthroat on him. you want to pull your mouth off and tell him you can't take it but you can't. you can tell he's close when his hips are bucking and his grunts turn into whines and even small whimpers. at this point you just take it, let the tears flow free and let him use your mouth as he pleases. he comes in your mouth and you do your best to swallow it all.
and if you thought it was over? you were dead wrong. "come here — come sit on my cock, baby — thaaat's it, just like that."
his arms wrap around you and hold you close as you and his hips thrust upwards to meet your bouncing up and down on his length. he's grunting a mix of praises, such as "doing so good f'me" and degradations when you get too loud like "shut the fuck up, slut, don't get us caught." he comes before you, literally biting into your shoulder, and you scream in pain and shock. you're close yourself but he pulls out after he calms down.
"what? you thought i was gonna let you come? that's what whores like you get for making my job harder."
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