#also sorry if this is bad

[adriansboyfriend]

I feel like I misuse afab when I write , even though I’m genderfluid fghjuj

Anywho, just some hc’s about afab!reader pegging Mike. He’s got a bit of tummy. Reader’s a bit mean. These are long whoops.

MINORS DNI 18+

You’re backing Mike up, guiding him to lie back on his bed

Smoothing your hands down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his gray sweats

His brown eyes lock with yours as he waits for your next move with bated breath

You eye the wet spot of precum that’s formed on the thick material

“Aww, baby”, you coo, tone dripping with condescension “You’re already wet for me and I haven’t even touched you”

You bite your lip as mike whines, bucking his hips up into nothing

“Please”, he begs, fingers bunching up his bed sheets

You shush him, rubbing circles into his hips

“You just gotta be patient, sweetheart. can you do that for me?”

Mike closes his eyes tight, willing himself to hold out longer

He sighs through his nose “Yeah. I can do that.”

“good boy, mikey” you praise

his cock twitches at the pet name

more pre dripping down his head

you chuckle as you notice this

you tilt your head, “you like when i call you that, baby?” you ask

“uh huh” is the only thing he can get out, his mind starting fog

mike doesn’t think he can keep his composure

he’s so desperate for your touch

he’ll take anything

he wants to beg for you to stop teasing and fuck him already

but he knows if he pushes it you’ll prolong it

you smile up at him, “you’re doing so good, beautiful. so patient for me “,you acknowledge

before mike has the chance to respond you’re kissing up his torso

placing kisses on his plush hips

before nipping them gently

your trail them through the patch of hair at his soft stomach, up to his chest

you place a few kisses there before you get to his chest

placing a chaste kiss to his nipple, you encase it in your mouth

he keens before he’s wrapping a strong arm around your waist, pulling you against him

mike starts to grind against you as you roll your tongue around his nipple

you look up at him through your lashes, a warning look in your eye

he stills his hips

but still keeps a strong hold on you

you switch your mouth to the other one and repeat it for a couple of minutes

you pull away, spit trailing from mike’s nipple to your mouth

you notice his face is flushed a bright pink and his breath is labored

“you ready for me to take care of you baby? I know you had a long day.”

he nods frantically, “please, please, please”. he begs

you grin at him before capturing his lips with yours

they’re a little chapped from the weather, but they’re warm

you nibble at his bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth

mike moans in your mouth, slipping your tongue in with ease

your hand finds the base of his neck to thread your fingers through his curls

deepening the kiss, you press yourself further into him

you pull away from his kiss swollen lips to look at the state he’s in

this draws out a whine from him

“it’s okay, my sweet boy” you coo

“i’m going to make you feel good. you deserve it.”

You cup his cock through his sweats and squeeze it lightly

Mike groans, throwing his head back against the pillows

“Baby, please. fuuck” he whines

You lick your lips as you stroke the outline of him

Mike’s biting his lips to keep his moans from slipping out

“Ah, ah. None of that, honey. It’s just us. let me hear those pretty moans of yours

He releases his lip right as you slip your hand into his pants

He hissed at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him

“Oh, fuck, baby.” he moans out

You stroke him up and down, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock

You spread his precum to make it easier for your hand to move

Mike starts to fuck up into your hand as you quicken your pace

“More. More. Please-I” he cuts himself off with a drawn out moan

You withdrew your hand to move his sweats and boxers down

You struggle a bit as Mike tries to help you by lifting his hips

You giggle as you look up at him

He smiles at you softly

You push yourself up off the bed to grab the lube and your strapon

Mike waits for you as he watches you rifle through the box you keep in the closet

You return with the bottle and a medium sized toy attached to a harness

His dick twitches again at the thought of that being inside him

you step into the harness, pulling it up over your hips and securing it

making sure it stays put

you pop open the bottle of lube applying a generous amount of the toy

You make eye contact with mike as you stroke the dildo

you crawl onto the bed until you’re hovering over him your hands and knees caging him in

“ You ready, baby?” you ask, looking into his coffee colored eyes

“Yes, please. I need you to fuck me.”

You add more lube to your fingers to prep him first

You trace a finger slowly around mike’s hole before pushing it in slowly

He gasps as he feels the stretch of your finger

“Relax, baby. I got you, okay?”

He nods allowing himself to relax

You give him a minute to adjust before pushing in your middle finger

Mike moans at the feeling of being stretched

“ You doing okay, baby”? you ask making sure he still wanted this

“Yes” he sighs out

“Keep going”

You nod before you begin moving your fingers, curling them against his prostate

He lets out a few curses before he’s grinding against your fingers

You feel like he’s stretched enough

So you take your fingers out of him to replace with the head of your cock

You rub up and down his thick thighs before you’re propping one leg on your shoulder

The other pushed into his chest

You prod the head of your toy at his entrance before you push in

Mike moans out at the stretch, arching his back

You look at him to see if he’s okay to keep going

His eyes are screwed shut as he tries to get used to the feeling

“Mike, baby. you, alright?”

He flutters his eyes open and nods

You grab at one of his hips as you begin a steady pace

Mike’s unable to string any sentences together

only about to get out your name and curses

“ You’re doing so good, taking my cock. Look at you.” you praise him

He whines out, eyes rolling into the back of his head

He reaches down to stroke his cock in time with your thrusts

“I-fuuck. baby, I’m not gonna last long.”

You nod as you snap your hips against his

Sounds of skin slapping against one another and the sounds of your pants and mikes moans fill the room

Mike starts to fuck himself on the toy, gripping his shaft

He fees his stomach tighten, legs starting to tremble

There’s tears in his eyes

“I’m gonna, fuck! I’m coming!”

You nod at him, “come for me, mike. let go.”

It only takes a few more thrusts and a couple of strokes of his cock before he covers his hand and stomach with his spend, arching off the bed

You pull out of him slowly, cooing at him

“You did so well. My good boy.”

Mike smiles at you sleepily

You tell him you’ll be back to get him a towel to clean up with

You return and sit beside him

You brush the dampened curls from his forehead as you wipe him down

You place kisses along his face before getting up to discard the towel and strap on

You’ll worry about cleaning it later

You crawl into bed and pull Mike into your chest

He hitches his thigh over your hip as he nuzzles into your neck

“I love you” he mumbles out

“I love you more” you pull the sheets over your bodies before closing your eyes

It’s not long before you hear light snores coming from mike

[ritsusstuff]

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[bixels]

me too, luna.

[quibbs126]

I mean this came from me seeing the meme template randomly, but similar enough to my vision, I guess

I forget meme templates and PNGs exist

He misses his husband, Jazz. He misses him a lot. He’ll be back

[bioshzrd]

this random ass guy who’s entire bit is that he can move like this is the only good wesker fan ever

[liorlen]

gale origin playthru from astarion’s pov or smth like that

[tanjir0se]

I’m so sorry other character stans but Toph Beifong is THE character of all time

Disabled, doesn’t “overcome” it but adapts and forces others to adapt instead.

Spoiled rotten rich kid with refined rich kid manners but chooses not to use them unless weaponizong them, can should and will kick your ass, but honest and good at her heart

A PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER EARTHBENDING MASTER AND HUSTLER AT AGE 12

Literally the definition of swag from womb to tomb

Do I even need to bring up metalbending?

INVENTED METALBENDING

Violence to show affection

Aang and Sokka quite possibly the only thing holding her back from straight up murder several times.

Definition of “do you want me to kill that guy for you? Cause it seems like he sucks. And I’ll totally kill that guy for you”

^ this is the real reason we never got a Toph and Zuko teamup, it would probably take her 3 minutes to convince Zuko to just kill his dumb lame dad already

I’m soooo sorry but she is UNMATCHED. Toph Beifong for President

[veryberrybad]

i NEED the sexy poll to be real in universe, it’ll never not be funny to me

[scarymath]

[blondie-drawings]

Good lord this tomb is full of shitposts 😳😳 pt 1/pt 2

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[ryssbelle]

Drew a bunch of Marinettes in a bunch of different artists styles it was a lot of fun!!

Artists who's styles I mimicked: @buggachat @hamsternamedmarinette @ladybeug @sabertoothwalrus and @anna-scribbles all epic artists 🤟😎

[bunnysnared]

area woman sees greeting card at target and For Some Reason is overcome with complicated emotions regarding two call of duty characters, of all things ♡

anyways there is ghostsoap everywhere for those with the eyes to see

[sparrowlucero]

I love the licensed doctor who ttrpg where the author clearly has some sort of personal disdain towards non human or campy player characters but contractually can't exclude them (on account of it's doctor who) so instead opts to passive aggressively bully people out of playing aliens and having funny names

[collophora]

I resurrected my tumblr just to post this