#my ass is down bad

[hookliner]

him calling me good boy is so %*#+#$¥

do it again (please) see what happens (me begging)

[hai-nae]

uno reverse

[moralesfilms]

Y’ALL KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS???

IT’S MY BOY’S BIRTHDAY OFCCC!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILES <33

[cozylittleartblog]

worst way to start my new year, thanks. i have a lot of things to say about these companies but i'm tired and just keeping it focused to the pin side of things for this one. do not ever buy pins from these companies, literally ALL of them are stolen from small artists like me. if you want to buy enamel pins, check out etsy, and artist's personal websites and shops! (though even Etsy has some bootleg pins that ship straight from china, so tread carefully…)

Every pin I've designed is, thus far, EXCLUSIVE to my etsy. if you find it anywhere else, it's been ripped off! and once these stupid bootlegs pop up, it's basically a never ending game of whack-a-mole trying to get them all taken down...

[nocek]

Is it a stupid idea? Yes. Did I have to go overboard and animate it? No.

But I had to and I'm not sorry ;P

[jaylaxies]

reading fanfics isn’t enough i need to fuck the man

[norazingrid]

Salt hate is not acceptable (the heart is the cupioromantic flag)

[james-p-sullivan]

[wanderingibon]

a flock of birds, a crow family — everything aside, despite viago's frosty, stern demeanor I think both he and teia care about rook like family, in a way that goes past the pretenses of being a crow or just part of house de riva, they're literally found family to meeeeee

and while you have time, please consider finding a family on op. olive branch 🍉 and supporting / sharing their campaigns, especially the ones with low funding <3

[flintbian]

There's a disabled angel in good omens 🥺

[only-one-brain-cell]

Carm YOU JUST MET HER

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[aweina]

Pookie oral fixation w mikey!!!!(reader has an oral fixation and just wants his cock and fingers in her mouth)

ᰔ. creamsicle : mike schmidt — nsfw under the cut !! + ft. dumbification

omg the way mike would indulge in your little obsession with having your mouth filled.

you guys would just be chilling on the couch, the same old channels blare through the muffled speakers, his fingers warmed by the heat of your tongue — dribble of sweet saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth, suckling and twirling your tongue while he idly clicks the remote like this was something normal.

mike would even scissor your mouth, catching your kitten licks between his fingers while tugging on the wet muscle gently, chuckling at your lack of protest. a dumb haze clouded your mind every time he would shove his fingers down your little throat. each sputtering gag and deep adjusting inhale gets mike hard — reminding him of how he would use your trained throat with his cock.

that’s when his pants pool around his ankles, with you immediately scrambling over his bare thighs — the sight of his swollen cock making you drool uncontrollably. you always seem to make a slobbering mess all over your flushed face and his exposed skin. coating your warm honeyed saliva between his legs, adorned with your muffled gurgling and loud suckling — your soft tongue twirling around his tip like it leaked addicting nectar, just how mike liked it.

his own little noises fall off his lips as well, sugar-coated praises sounded so hushed from his endless whimpers and groans. dribble of his own drool run down his chin, completely mind fucked from your scorching mouth. he doesn’t need to guide your head, you do it all yourself. with his hands tightly gripping on the cushions, mike looks down with hazy eyes to see you bob your head so fluently, gently petting his bare thighs to ease his quivering knees — the built-up pleasure becoming too overwhelming for mike to bear.

when his heavy load coats your mouth, you immediately suckle onto his reddened head like more of his cream-like come could ooze out — the tip of your cute little tongue profusely licking over your molars to scoop for more of his taste. the bitter salty flavor was sugary sweet on your taste buds. the way it goes down your throat gave you a warm euphoric feeling. the quake of his thighs never seems to stop even after his peak, the low grunts and sweet nothings playing like a broken record.

you look so proud too, the lewd mixture of his pearly seed and your thin saliva spread all over your cheeks and chin, topped with a cute smile. mike simply rewards you with his thumb, your used mouth chasing the digit with a darting tongue — the scrape of your teeth pinching his skin from your fastened suckling. he makes sure to sprinkle in some praises too, softly petting your chin with his longer fingers.

mike never fails to be impressed by your oral fixation because he knows this will happen the next day but in a different scenario. it could be when he comes back from a dreadful shift or when he wakes up, rubbing his tired eyes in the quiet mornings to see weird ruffling under his bed sheets — only to find you desperately tugging at his waistband with your plush cheeks rubbing against his morning wood. hell, you even tug at his calloused hands when he’s getting ready for work, peppering kisses on his palm — taking his fingertips with short little sucks before you slowly run your soft tongue over his rough skin whilst you push it past your balmy lips.

you could say it was a problem to have a brain rotting obsession like an oral fixation, but mike was an enabler. he’ll gladly fill your mouth, as long as you chase him with your pretty little tongue or desperately tug at his hands and waistband — there’s nothing like a fixation so sickly beautiful.

[b0nelessdoodles]

i keep thinking im gonna like actually finish these but that ain't happening so have some gay people

[mlybrnte]

happy birthday my princess hugh dancy

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: 😳. Iiiii ... Ok. So I'm never this creative to think of such things like ... oh, idk. Kafka likes to roleplay with his girl - kinda fucked up things. Like, being a little rough in bed. Both ways - roughing and being roughed up. Idk. I just totally see him being the best fucking husbando/boyfriendo ever. Sorry Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, oh god, and Baji. ANYWAY. Yeah. This Kafka stuff just keeps oozing from my fingers and I'm in no hurry to stop. I hope you guys enjoy this!

C/W ::: Roleplay (on the rougher side - not violent, per se - but not like petting a kitten either ... no pun intended), unprotected P->V, hands-on stuff, a little tossing of the other person around but like I said, I don't think it's like, too too rough. You've read this far, heed the warning if you think this won't be for you =). That's why we put them here!

WC ::: Under 1,200 (I'm coming back around, you guys!!)

MDNI UNDER THE CUT PLEASE, THANK YOU.

You bite your bottom lip as Kafka growls against your skin. His words and his tone are harsh, but his touch … it’s painfully soft. The slight pressure of his mouth, the rasp of his tongue against the sensitive skin of your neck. It makes your stomach flutter, and your eyes roll back.

He breathes heavily against you as he moves his mouth lower, to your shoulder, then down, across your collarbone and back up again.

"You're sending me really, really mixed signals here, Kafka. You're mouth is literally saying one thing while your body does another."

"You don't say," he says.

"I do say."

He huffs and lifts his head to look you in the eyes, his own dark, pupils blown wide. "What do you want me to say?" he says, his voice low, rough. "That I like you?

"I mean, yeah. That would be nice. But maybe a little consistency first?"

"I like you," he says, "But I also hate you. So I don't know. What should I do?"

You try to shimmy away from him but his grip just tightens and there's no way you can get out of his arms.

He leans in, his breath tickling your ear and you shiver. "Do you want me to let you go?" he whispers.

"What I want is ..." You sigh, "What I want," you say slowly, "Is for you to get over yourself." You take a deep breath. "I know that you want me, at the very least. Why are you being so gentle and rough with me at the same time?"

He huffs. "It's complicated," he says. "I like you. I do. And .... But ..."

"But what?" You ask.

"But nothing. It's not important."

He looks down again at your body pressed into the mattress. His hands sliding down your shoulders to your elbows.

You try to wiggle your wrist free from his large hand. You want to grab him by the chin and make him look you in the eye, but he still has an unreasonably tight grip on you.

He glances at you through his lashes, his mouth curled into a devious smirk. "You want something, little one?"

You shout, "That's it! That's it! I've had enough of your patronizing. You're gonna get it now, Kafka."

You can feel your temperature rise and your willpower falter. Mustering every tiny little ounce of strength you have in your much smaller body you flip him over so he's on his back. Though you have a feeling that he went willingly. You don't care though. You're just happy that the tables have turned - in your favor, too.

For now, anyway.

You squat over him on the bed and straddle his torso, placing your knees on either side of his ears, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest.

He laughs at you and asks why you're not putting your full weight down on him. "You think you're gonna hurt me, you little fly."

You see him smile at you, a sharp-toothed grin. "Come on," he says, "You're not going to hurt me. I want you to give it your best shot, though. G'head."

You lean forward, putting your full weight on him and he laughs. "Oh-hoh, now you've done it," he says. "You should not have done that."

The laughter stops and his eyes narrow as you press your hand to his cheek, running your thumb across his bottom lip. He leans forward, trying to bite at your fingers and you pull your hand away, making him growl again. This time in frustration, you’re sure of it. 

You place your hand on his throat, pushing him back down onto the bed.

"Enough," you say, your voice low, barely more than a whisper. "It's time to stop playing around."

His eyes widen as you lean in, pressing your mouth against his. He stiffens at first, but then relaxes, his mouth opening under yours.

His tongue brushes against your lips, and you open for him, your own tongue meeting his.

You can taste the sweetness of his mouth, and the taste makes you hungry for more. You press closer, your teeth clicking together as you try to deepen the kiss.

Kafka wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you continue to kiss. You feel his cock harden against your thigh and you moan.

You press your hips down, rubbing against him, his cock sliding against your pussy through the thin black lace of your underwear.

You break the kiss, panting, your body is on fire.

Kafka groans as you begin to rock your hips, grinding your pussy harder yet against his cock.

"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen from your kiss.

You reach between you, grabbing his cock, squeezing it tightly as you stroke it, your hand sliding up and down his shaft.

"Do you want me?" you ask, leaning in, your lips brushing against his.

"Yes," he says, his voice rough, his breathing ragged. "Fuck yes."

"Then," you say, kissing him deeply. "take me, Kafka."

An animalistic sound escapes his throat as he flips you over onto your back, his body pressing you down into the bed.

You moan as he pushes his cock inside you, stretching you open. He fills you completely, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy.

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and steady as he fucks you, his cock sliding in and out of you. Your walls squeeze him tightly.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you rock your hips, meeting his offerings.

You look up at him, face flushed.

He looks down at you, his expressions are intense, but he never shifts his focus. His movements become harder, faster. Almost desperate in his attempt to navigate this fare.

You gasp as you feel him hit just the right spot, making your vision blur. You dig your nails into his back, clinging to him as your orgasm hits you like a surprise wave. Despite knowing full well what the outcome of this would be, the result never ceases to amaze you.

He never ceases to amaze you.

Kafka groans, his thrusts becoming erratic. As he fucks you through your orgasm, he approaches his own.

He slams his cock into you one last time, his body going rigid as he begins to cum, his cock pulsing heavily as he fills you with all he's got.

You cling to him, your bodies pressed together, your heart racing as you both come down from the almost violent release of energy.

Kafka rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

"You are amazing," he whispers. "Absolutely … fucking ... amazing."

You smile and kiss him softly, your fingers stroking his cheek. "I almost believed you for a minute there, Kaf. Your growly voice is super sexy, but my god. I thought you were a little pissed for a second. Let's do this again. Soon, mm?"

You lift his chin to take stock of his face and you know you'll never tire of seeing his kind eyes looking back at you. "Hey, I love you, you know."

You can't see it, but you're pretty sure he's blushing. The heat radiating from his face against your shoulder washed up like a sunrise; It was slow, but you felt every little prickle of warmth overtake everything it touched.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"I love you too," he whispers. "You know I do. You know I'll never stop, yeah?"

You smile and close your eyes, letting the near total darkness of the room wrap you both up in a blanket of promises.

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