#ft. michael

[the-autopsy-collective]

Crawls out of a cave, dumps this out onto the ground, immediately crawls back into the cave

[zahra-burch]

fmk the class of 2014

"fuck cat, marry peter luci, kill michael when he does that thing where he starts preaching at me and i can't find my squirt bottle."

[steviemaylane]

@mikeyhartman

Tatiana Maslany as Erin Hurley and Jake Gyllenhaal as Jeff Bauman in Stronger (2017).

[zackistired]

what do you do when delusion incarnate asks to go to barbie with you? you say yes obviously

has anyone done this yet

[psiirockin]

FNAF 4 Bullies! These guys are so insufferable look at them.

[brits4gerardway]

pack it up, count 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴ula

[steviemaylane]

@mikeyhartman

The song "I Do Adore" has major ineffable husbands vibes

[holdingup-fallingsky]

I bore a flame that burned a thousand suns

[organvaults]

work is kicking my ASS!!!!!! anyways

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

This genre of dude has be in a chokehold every time

[aconites]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙈𝙄𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙀𝙇 had mentioned in his letters and over the phone in hush whispers was one thing, but having him here in her bedroom and leaving kisses on her neck was another. even though caroline hadn't spent time with him in person until today, she still feels more comfortable at his side than with some of the boys she had dated in the past. some would surely call her foolish to trust someone who just got out of prison with her heart as well as her safety, but she knew that he was going to treat her right -- in more ways than one. ❝ hmm… i'll let you choose,❞ she leans into his side as his hands meet her hips, eyes peering up at him through her lashes. his next words has her pausing for a brief moment, knowing that this was where she should tell him that she was still a virgin, but she didn't want to ruin the mood or risk having him slow things down. she had waited long enough for this. for him. instead, she answers by bringing her hand to the straps of her pristine dress, sliding both off her shoulders and the fabric down her chest until the material pools at her feet. leaving her with nothing but the delicate, lace bodysuit that she picked out to wear for him a few weeks ago. ❝ i want everything.❞ she presses herself against him shamelessly, the nervousness she felt was nothing compared to the desire running through her veins right now. ❝ please, mikey. i want it. want you.❞

Michael paced himself, giving in to simply holding her hand as she took him around her home. He feigned interest as she showed him around, there would be plenty of time after when they would be lazily using each room after having used one another. Whilst she walked and spoke, all he could focus on was how lithe and pretty she was, the way her glances up at him were both shy yet curious.

Finally, agonisingly, they reached her room, his gaze locked on hers, eyes darkening. "Lovely, just like you." He gave her a knowing grin. "Now, tell me, how many ways do you want me to ruin you on this bed?" His voice was almost a purr as he leaned down to kiss her neck, his hands snake around her hips, barely managing to contain himself. "Baby, you're gonna have to tell me how much you want right now or I don't think I'll be able to stop."

[byemambo]

SAILUB HEMMAWICH AS OAB

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (2024) | 1.01

[theosphobia]

"wash bunks w caboose sometimes cuz he gets night terrors n he thoughtlessly goes into his room for his sectioned cuddle time but chief is with them now n hes already in the bed w caboose n it was a stupid idea to even come here in the first place so he tries to sneak back out w/o waking them but its Too Late and caboose drags him into bed w them for 'the best sleepover ever'"

[yunmaobao]

the fifth survivor grew taller

[leiaozdn]

Intenta que la sorpresa causada por la declaración no sea notoria en su rostro, parpadeando un par de veces mientras procesa la información. Todo apuntaba a que no estaba hablando con cualquier persona, aunque aún existía la posibilidad de que se tratase de un empleado encargado de la decoración… O no. No creía a un empleado cualquiera tener una clase de teléfono móvil como el que ahora sostenía en sus manos. ‘ Me gusta, mucho espacio y bien iluminado. ’ Declara, y no miente. ‘ ¿Y cuáles son los gustos del director técnico de la sub veinte? ’ Pregunta, aún sin devolver el teléfono, mirada enfocándose en el mayor. ‘ Porque puedo sugerirte decoración en tonos cálidos, un par de sillones que seguramente no vamos a encontrar aquí, pero después de todo debe de llevar tu toque si vas a estar tanto tiempo ahí. ’

Respuesta que no esperaba y es evidente en su rostro, ya que tiene el ceño fruncido que dura unos escasos segundos, tentativa de preguntarle al respecto, pero decide callarse por ese momento. Pregunta que le hace soltar un suspiro antes de levantar la vista al cielo, no sabía en qué categoría podía colocar su oficina en realidad “La de un director técnico de la sub veinte” al menos esperaba que eso le bastará a la menor. Nueva aclaración que lo hace asentir en un par de ocasiones “Es que en realidad no es pequeña” al menos no lo parecía a simple vista. Oración que le hace buscar en su celular la única fotografía que tenía de aquel lugar “¿Está es suficiente?” cuestiona mientras le entrega el celular.

[blorbocedes]

I wish you would write more wag!nico a fic where girl!nico is married to michael but she fucks girl!lewis on the side 😁

a bridgerton inspired au, aka totally devoid of any actual regency customs/historical accuracy. please enjoy!

It is funny now but at the time it had felt like the end of the world.

In just one season, Nico’s life turned up in itself. It all happened in rapid succession. The Queen named Nico, daughter of Earl Rosberg, the diamond of the season. In manners, beauty, and pedigree she was unmatched. But the darker truth remained: the vicious storms that flooded left all her father’s lands upturned, all harvests spoiled – his emerald mining investments had failed, and gambling debt collectors were knocking at the door. Nico’s dowry was astronomical, she was the envy of every young miss and a bag of gold in a dress to every materialistic lordling. And then came the most eligible bachelor of the season: the newly widowed, wealthier than god Duke Schumacher in want of a new wife to secure his heir. It was a match the Queen herself approved. Nico’s opinion on the matter did not. She screamed and cried, she was supposed to be spinsters with Lewis forever on her father’s estate.

It wasn't until the gravity of their family situation which had been concealed to shield her was finally revealed, and the Duke’s promise to her father that he would settle the matter of the debts, that Nico finally relented. Above all else, she was a dutiful daughter. By the end of spring, she was in white to be married. Lewis did not attend the wedding, taking off to sail across the seas with her brother.

And then three years later, Lewis returned. Since locking eyes across the ballroom floor, and feeling her heart sing in a way it has not for so long, they were inseparable, occupied in each other’s minds to care for the stuffy, uppity world around them. Now Lewis has afternoon tea in Nico’s townhouse, sharing womanly vocations trading gossip and scandal, such as how the lady Browning’s oldest child bears a curiously striking resemblance to the gardener instead of the lord Browning.

“Put my sweet to sleep now.” Nico hands off the golden haired bundle of joy after it has finished suckling her breast to her handmaid. She lies back in the sofa, in no haste to fasten her laces, unashamed of the view she makes.

“Motherhood suits you.” Lewis remarks from across from her, at the other end of the sette. Her hair is tucked in the most intricate of braids, adorned in the latest fashions she picked up from France, her skin warm and a most healthy glow; the stunning image of a cosmopolitan, worldly woman.

Nico, by comparison, is tired and pale from having a newborn. “Yes, well. You say that now but when I was fat and round with child…” The maids practically had to force-feed her, while she bursted out of the seams of all her dresses, needing them altered. She lazily traces Lewis’ arm with her foot, thrilled at the touch of skin. It is unbecoming for a lady, for a duchess, but near Lewis she is a giddy maiden, spoiled for touch.

Lewis looks around to ensure no maids are in the drawing room, not a soul around, and then pounces on Nico; practically climbing atop, like they did so many times in their girlhood.

“I would keep you fat and round through ten summers straight if I could. A great big army. And you could not cease to be lovely if you tried.” Lewis whispers into Nico's ear. Her words make Nico’s cunt throb, her ears hot.

Nico pulls Lewis’ mouth inside hers, the place where it first learned how to kiss and thus always hers forever. Lewis pulls the neck of her dress down further, hand cupping Nico’s breast, still sensitive from nursing and fat with milk. Nico bites down on Lewis’ lip when she takes a nipple between two fingers and presses.

Nico’s knee presses in between Lewis’ legs amid her dress. Her pianoforte expertised hand chases under her petticoat, going up higher and higher, clawing her the soft flesh of thigh on the way. She smells intoxicating, like fresh apricot. Nico used the heel of her palm to put pressure and grind on Lewis’ cunt. They get lost in each other’s bodies, falling into a rhythm and soft moans and reluctant break from kissing to breathe pierces the ear.

She was always blessed with sharp ears, and could identity the sound of the carriage on cobblestone signalling her husband’s return home.

By the time her handmaid came to announce the Duke’s presence, Lewis and Nico were sitting at a respectable distance away from each other, not at all disheveled or in a state of half undress. Only the racing of their hearts could give such a sordid secret away.

The Duke is a tall man, taking up more space in a room by his daunting figure and the hard line of his jaw and beady steel blue eyes.

“Miss Hamilton, a pleasure to see you again,” Michael greets Lewis curtly before turning to Nico in German. “Emergency session at parliament, see to it my bags are packed. I shall be heading after dinner.”

“Of course,” Nico simpers, instructing the maids with a simple swish of her hand. She's careful in her tone, in German, while Lewis busies herself with a scone. “When will you be returning?”

“A week, at the least.”

The gears in Nico’s head shift, as she switches to English. “Husband, would it be possible to spare a carriage so Lewis can make way to her aunt’s house whom she is staying with? She would need to leave immediately to make it to town before sunset.”

A muscle switches on Michael’s handsome face. Nico provoked it on purpose, to send an unchaperoned lady away in the dark hours of the night at the Duke’s expense.

“Nonsense, miss Hamilton is our guest. In fact, I would insist she stay until I return. Give you two time to catch up on your bosom friendship.” Michael replies. His words may be sweet, but Nico knows after lady Browning’s scandal, Michael has been reluctant to leave Nico in his charge of his estate. Their gardener has not shown up for weeks, weeds growing overflown, and Nico is quite certain the new estate guards are eunuchs although she does not care enough to check.

With Lewis staying as a guest of the Schumacher’s, Michael can rest easy knowing Nico would not dare to bring another man to warm her bed.

“That is a most kind invitation. We do have much catching up to do.” Lewis smiles.

Her husband said nothing about another woman to warm her long, lonely nights.