#not that anyone cares BUT

[mushed-kid]

im drawing klance but its difficult so youll have to wait for it but at least im making it

[parkitaco]

hey if you're still doing the kiss prompts -> #11? maybe? it would be super sweet and your writing is so cool (no pressure tho!!!!)

Will is asleep when Mike gets home.

Mike discovers this almost immediately, when he opens the door to a darkened hallway and bangs his shin on the shoe rack. Almost all the lights are off, with the exception of the soft glow coming from the fairy lights in their bedroom, the ones they leave on at night because even after nearly a decade since the days of, as Will likes to call it, “the horrors”, neither of them are very fond of the dark. 

Mike hisses out a quiet curse, rubbing at his leg where it smacked into the metal rack as he fumbles for the light switch, turning on the hallway light long enough to shrug off his jacket and set his keys on the table. He’s a little tipsy, courtesy of some assorted booze he’d confiscated from his students, who are generally very sweet people but tend to be a bit stupid and unsubtle where alcohol is involved - not that he hadn't been the same way, but then again, he'd been stupid and unsubtle about most things as a teenager.

Prom, he thinks bitterly, huffing out a breath as he kicks off his shoes and nudges them aggressively in the direction of the offending shoe rack. He and Will had skipped out on their own, back in the day, under the excuse of the fact that school dances were “lame and unnecessary”, which isn't untrue, but had served as a somewhat weak cover for the real reason. They hadn’t been able to dance together like they wanted, then.

They can now, though, Mike thinks triumphantly, as he heads toward their bedroom and the promise of his sleeping boyfriend. Suck it, Hawkins bigots.

Just as Mike suspected, Will is asleep, his form visible from where Mike stands in the doorway, the door thoughtfully left ajar for him. He leans against the wall, smiling a little to himself as he watches Will’s chest rise and fall softly against the pillows. His back is to him, hair spilling softly over the pillows, and he’s a beautiful sight, bathed in the golden glow of the lights strung across the ceiling. Mike loves him.

He shifts, carefully slipping into the room and shutting the door softly behind him. He casts another fond glance at Will, still dead to the world on his side of the bed, as he slips off his jeans and dress shirt and exchanges them for his sweats. Will’s usually a fairly light sleeper, but Mike supposes that these days he’s well enough accustomed to Mike’s presence, routine and constant in the apartment they’ve shared since college, that it doesn’t disturb him. Either that, or he’s faking sleep just to annoy Mike, which is entirely possible.

Mike flops onto the bed beside Will, propping himself up on one arm as he snakes the other around Will’s midsection, leaning over to press a kiss to the side of his jaw, just below his ear. “Will,” he prods in a soft, teasing lilt, lips still pressed to his skin, and Will shifts a little under him. “Are you awake?”

“No,” Will huffs, wriggling in Mike’s arms and shoving his face into his pillow. “Go away.”

Mike laughs softly, entirely ignoring this request in favor of rolling further on top of Will, hooking one leg over his waist and pressing a series of overexaggerated kisses to his cheek. “Didn’t you miss me, though?” he asks, as Will whines in protest under his unrelenting embrace.

“I saw you this morning, asshole,” he grunts, shoving uselessly at Mike’s arms and trying in vain to roll out from under him. “Go to sleep.”

Mike rolls his eyes and again refuses to meet this request, resting his chin on Will’s shoulder instead and staring imploringly down at him even as Will refuses to open his eyes. Sleepy Will usually goes one of two ways - either Will is soft and sweet and pliant when Mike drags him off the couch after a movie night and guides him to bed, or he’s grumpy and scowling and his eyebrows knit together in disapproval whenever he’s asked to do something. Mike finds both of these options endlessly adorable. 

"This morning was, like, seventeen hours ago, though," he points out, reaching up with one hand to poke Will's cheek, right over the freckle under his eye. "That's, like, forever."

Will's nose wrinkles in fake annoyance, and Mike moves his finger away in favor of kissing the same spot on Will's face. Then again, and again, until Will huffs out breath and bats at him, placing his entire palm over Mike's entire face and giving it a gentle shove. "You're so dramatic," he says, but the protest is blurred around the edges, softened by sleep and Mike's kisses.

Mike grins. “So mean to me,” he murmurs, and Will opens one eye to glare at him even as his mouth twitches, like he’s fighting a smile. Mike leans down to kiss it, lips glancing lightly over the corner of Will’s mouth, and for all of Will’s griping, he doesn’t pull away. “You don’t want to hear about prom?”

“Not unless it’s to tell me that I was right about chaperoning being a dumb idea,” Will says flatly.

“It was not!” Mike protests, and as retaliation squirms closer, face centimeters from Will’s even as Will stubbornly closes his eyes again. “It was- nice.”

Will’s mouth twitches again. “I bet it was,” he says dubiously, shifting and pulling the blankets further over them both, “You smell like cheap vodka, by the way.”

Mike squawks indignantly, releasing his grip on Will just long enough to flick his forehead. “It was only a little. Those kids are idiots, bringing that stuff in.”

“They take after you,” Will mumbles, giving up on trying to wriggle his way out of Mike’s grasp and instead lifting a gentle hand to rest against his arms where they’re wrapped across his chest.

“What, because of the booze?” Mike asks absently, smiling to himself as Will’s thumb brushes gently back and forth over his skin. 

“No, because of the idiocy,” Will replies, and Mike laughs, dropping his head into the crook of Will’s neck. “I still love you, though," he adds, as an afterthought, his other hand coming up to brush through Mike's hair.

Mike smiles against Will's skin, and Will rolls onto his back, hand pressing into Mike's spine and pulling him in closer. "You just told me to go away."

"Yeah, well," Will hums, tapping a fingertip against Mike's nose, "I'm also an idiot, so."

He wraps a hand in the front of Mike's shirt, drawing him down closer, and Mike smiles into it when their lips meet in a proper kiss. Will is warm, soft and hazy with interrupted sleep, and Mike can feel him smiling back as he wraps his arms around Mike's waist. Mike loves him like this, the traces of Will's feigned irritation fading away entirely as he lazily traces his tongue over Mike's lip. Mike shivers, humming happily as he wriggles closer to Will, as close as he can physically get as he presses him gently into the pillows.

"Knew you missed me," Mike mumbles against Will's lips, and Will laughs, breaking the kiss as he presses his forehead against Mike's.

"Maybe a little," he admits, voice laced with amusement as his lips brush Mike's another time. "Dork."

"Knew it," Mike says, grinning triumphantly and finally deeming it appropriate to free Will from his crushing embrace as he flops over onto his back, head lolling to the side to smile lazily at his boyfriend. Will rolls his eyes but stays close anyway, scooting under Mike's outstretched arm and resting his head on his shoulder. He hums softly, reaching up to card a hand through Will's hair and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

"So how was prom, anyway?" Will asks quietly, fingers tracing a gentle pattern over Mike's chest. "Besides it being boring and lame and full of drunk teenagers?"

Mike laughs. "I didn't say it was boring. Or lame."

"I know," Will hums, "I'm saying it. Boring and lame and definitely not worth missing precious hours with your boyfriend."

"For sure," Mike agrees, which is entirely true, because as much as he had enjoyed watching the kids dance together and definitely not feeling at all bitter about never going to his own, he'd mostly spent the whole time thinking about Will. Which was maybe a given, considering the specifically engineered romantic environment, and Mike thinks about Will all the time even in normal environments, but still. "It was sweet," he says thoughtfully, staring up at the ceiling and feeling the soft motion of Will's breathing against him. "The kids were happy."

Will grunts noncommittally. "It's all fake."

"I know, but they're- it's just nice," Mike huffs, and Will tucks a smirk away against his neck, "I know you agree with me."

"No," Will huffs immediately, and then, almost immediately, "Well. Maybe."

As much fun as goading Will is, Mike knows where the resistance comes from, and a bittersweet sort of feeling settles in his gut as he presses another kiss to Will's forehead. "Hey, are you free tomorrow night?" he asks, nudging Will's chest with his shoulder.

Will tilts his head back to look at him, frowning. "Um. Thought we were watching Star Wars again?"

Mike laughs. "Sure, we can still do that. But I was wondering if you wanted to have- a make-up prom."

Will stares at him for a solid thirty seconds. Then he coughs, blushes, and looks away. "You're an idiot," he says, which means I love you more than life itself, and Mike grins, tucking his face in beside Will's. "Go to sleep already."

"Oh-kay," Mike hums teasingly, kissing his temple gently, "The offer stands, though. Eight PM. Living room. Whatever dumb music you want."

"Sleep, Michael," Will repeats, voice muffled as he talks into Mike's t-shirt. Then, quieter, low enough to give the impression that he thinks Mike can't hear even though they both know he can, "I'll be there."

Mike smiles.

[bunnihearted]

i changed my url from fa1rygh0st > silenthillfa1ry (pls dont leave me 🥺)

[hookedsworks]

HOOKEDHOBBIES KINKTOBER 2024

Day 10: Facesitting/Lingerie

word count 684

masterpost

this can be read as anyone I guess. from the "I/me" pov. reader has a dagger tattoo and various thigh scars. man has brown eyes. whatever. have fun. or don't.

don't like don't read

He looked at me as though he were going to devour you. I’d taken a big risk and put on a strange, strappy lingerie situation. It was elastic framing my body, black straps that were tight against my skin. I felt self conscious, standing there in this lingerie, and I knew he’d never see it if I had anything to do with it, because I can’t believe I actually thought I’d pull this off. He’d walked in at the worst possible time, caught me bent at the waist, unfastening the ridiculous Pleaser heels I’d paired with the set.

“Is it my birthday?” he had asked. I’d stood up, mortified that he’d caught me bent over, pussy just…out. When I had put it on, I'd thought I would have enough time to try it, to see if I liked it. But he'd come home while I'd been deciding I didn't like it. “Love the no panties approach, baby,” 

“Shut up, you weren't supposed to see this,” 

“Oh? And who was supposed to see it?” 

“No one. I hate it,” 

“Well. I want it on top of me,” he grinned. Gah, he was obsessed. I rolled my eyes. 

“Get on the bed then,” he lit up like a Christmas tree. Ah, shit. Now I'm in trouble. He flopped down on the bed, immediately. 

“Get up here,” one boot untied. One garter strap undone. But… He was grabbing at me. My piercings were straining against the bands across my tits. It was…too tight up there, but too loose almost everywhere else. He snapped his fingers then and my brain went fuzzy and stupid. I got up on the bed. I settled over his erection. “No. No. My dinner is between your thighs, so bring it up here,” he slapped at my thigh, digging his fingers into my dagger tattoo. Scraping against all my scars. pulling on me hard enough to cause bruises later. Awkwardly I stood up so I could settle over his face. I got my knees arranged on either side of his head and he stopped smiling. A look of focus over his face. He grabbed both of my thighs, turned his head and bit down on the three raised scars on my right inner thigh. He loved those. He didn't even want me to cover them. He scraped his stubble against my thighs, making me squeal. Trying to not hurt him, I hovered as he kissed and bit And licked at my thighs. 

“If you don't take a proper seat,” the threat was clear in his voice. Meh. Whatever. He can suck my ass about it if he's really mad. He pinched said ass, causing me to jump. “Sit down. Now.” He commanded. Fuck. I kept my weight off his face as much as I could but his tongue pushed against my clit. He dug his blunt nails into my asscheeks, causing a burn to start up. Worth it. He pushed his tongue straight into my pussy then, followed by a finger. 

“Ah,” I groaned. “Yeah,” he pressed against the front wall of my vagina. He rubbed. Then he anchored both hands against my ass and pulled me down. He hummed against me, licking and sucking until it almost hurt. My thighs were burning, full of beard burn and strain. He pushed a finger back inside, and then two. The stretch was something then, I could feel it. He crooked both of those fingers, pushing all my buttons. He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked hard. I pushed out, trying to encourage an orgasm to start brewing. Fuuuuck. My hand was buried in his hair. His warm brown eyes flew open and met mine. Shit. Teeth now. He gently bit down on my clit while holding eye contact. 

“Fuck,” I banged my fists against the wall then. My muscles tensed, and he did it again. “Dammit,” the tears in my eyes burned. My makeup was running. My eyes rolled back in my skull, the cord snapped and I gushed down his face. There's a reason his beard is red and not brown.

[auralina33]

A tiny reference thing I made for the me

The Family Of Trees AU is an AU where the Glamrocks are possessed, but Sol and Luna aren’t; They’re hacked instead. The hacking works differently than in Memento Mori, in Memento Mori once it kicks in they’re just controlled all the time.

[danielsarmand]

look away i think i'm gonna remake the gifset i made for the first part of bostonnick's first scene of ep 2 bc i don't like the coloring i'll work smth out and repost sawry

[eddie-dustin]

tomorrow will be 39 days until i’m meeting joe for the very first time i’m shaking in my boots

[psyenceagogo]

i’m back (again!)

Hello hello cuties! I know I’ve been mia for a long time BUUUUT I always come back! This is home to me after all ♥ I’ve been too immersed in my kpop life but today is Yoshiki day and I felt really nostalgic... Unlike the time when I started this blog, I have a full-time job as a teacher now (isn’t that amazing?!) but I’ll try to make time for this blog and for you ^^ 

Also, did you hear the big news?! Yoshiki, Sugizo, Hyde and Miyavi are touring together!!  🤯 I’m SUPER excited but also sad because they’re not coming to Europe  😔 It’s hard being a European fan, I tell you!

Anyways, thanks for being patient, let’s see each other here often!

- Sabi

[paisleycowboys]

This is maybe a bit embarrassing

[hwxnghyynjin]

can't believe I'm seeing Parkway Drive next year gdislfsdhfbdsih

[beyondtheepleasureprinciple]

every narrator is unreliable bc ontological truth is non-existent and therefore unattainable

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[tenmillionpoundsofsludge]

The brotherhood of steel respecting pronouns was not on my fallout bingo card

[dramatic-dolphin]

"europeans are soooo much more enlightened and anti-racist than americans" haha sooo true, quick question, how do you feel about romani people?

‼️THIS POST IS ABOUT ANTI-ROMANI SENTIMENT. DO NOT DERAIL. ‼️

[sincerelystesichorus]

i have spent so long trying to place who astarion reminds me of

his dry little sarcastic bits gets me every time and like it's automatically funny but it felt so familiar...

this bastard.

and some more similar comparisons i think

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna has never said no to you.

It didn’t matter what the request was, simple or complicated, easy to fix or a days-long job, Sukuna was always at your side, completing the task as fast as he needed to to keep you satisfied. He would love to deny it, you’re sure, but evidence proves time and time again that he puts your needs and wants at the top of his priority list. 

And you were curious how far you could go with it.

The two of you are sitting in your underwear at the breakfast nook, warming yourselves in the bay window while the morning sun starts on the leftover night time chill. It wasn't quite time for breakfast, still too early for the both of you. In the meantime, you sip on your morning brews, preserving the comfortable silence. Sukuna is flipping through the day's newspaper, his eyes are groggy with sleep and he hasn't said more than a handful of words to you yet. He wasn't a morning person.

You were starting to change that.

"Kuna," You call to him, nudging him with your foot from your corner of the window bench.

"Hmm?" He doesn't look up from the paper, but his hand reaches down and grabs your foot, pulling it into his lap. His thumbs start to subconsciously knead at your muscles.

"I want these." You hold up your phone, which you had previously been scrolling through in an attempt to find something ridiculous for this exact moment. You were sure you had found it, something even Sukuna would find unnecessary. 

And yet, he merely glances at your screen, takes in the sight for all of two seconds, and then returns his attention to whatever news article he was in the middle of.

"My wallet's on the counter." He clears the sleep from his throat not sparing a second look. 

You blink at him in surprise.

"D-Did you even see what it is?" You flip your phone around to make sure you were displaying the correct thing. 

Sukuna is frowning before he looks up again, curious at your persistence. He gently cups your hand, bringing it only a minuscule amount closer to examine your screen a second time. 

You were on one of the most luxurious brand’s websites, showing him an incredibly regular pair of panties, no straps, no details, all black- with one of the most outrageous price tags you had ever seen for something so ordinary. 

Sukuna cocks a brow at you over your phone, "Can't imagine you need more panties when you're constantly stealing my boxers. But whatever, hand it over. I know my card number-"

"Kuna," You interrupt him with a surprised laugh, holding fast to your phone when he tries to pluck it out of your hands, "they're a thousand dollars."

He glances back, his eyes focusing lower on the screen where you know the price tag to be. The newspaper in his hands drops down, momentarily forgotten by what he sees. For a moment, you think you've found his limit.

"Wait, are those red one's assless?" He points just below the price, where the recommended products are depicted. "Get those too."

You drop the phone down so that he meets your eyes, which are wide with shock.

Sukuna always took care of you. Always insisted on being the provider of any single thing that you may need; a warm meal, a soft bed, anything your eyes twinkled at that was available for purchase- even if you would never think of buying or owning it. Granted, you never wanted much in terms of material possessions, so you didn't realize the true extent of Sukuna's leniency until now.

It was slightly intimidating, and part of it felt wrong. Sukuna had money, plenty of it, but that didn’t mean he should feel the need to spend copious amounts of it on you just because you could ask him to. He was giving you too much power, it felt like.

You huff through your nose, frowning at him, which only has him tilting his head further to the side in question.

You ignore it, setting your phone onto the window seat and crawling your way closer to him, until you can gather up his face in your hands and lock his gaze into yours.

He glares at you past smushed cheeks, but doesn't make a move to break free of your hold, humoring you. "The hell are you doing-"

"You know you don't always have to say yes to me?"

Now that has him taken aback. His mouth automatically opens for a witty response, but your question seems to have effectively taken the words from his mouth. You can see the cogs in his head turning, and what you wouldn't give to peer inside his mind and hear his thoughts.

It takes him a moment, but eventually that familiar confident smile stretches across his sleepy face. His hands seem to instinctively slide their way up your bare legs until his fingers grip your hip bones, pressing into you. 

He hums, "When have you ever said no to me?"

You scoff, ready to give him a prime example, but end up coming up short. The two of you loved to tease each other with disobedience, but in the end you were eager to give Sukuna anything his heart desired. You loved to please him, it was one of your favorite things to do, in fact.

"You never ask anything ridiculous of me." You remind him, smiling as one of his warm hands slides back down your waist and dips into the pair of his boxers you were sporting that day. 

"You know what's ridiculous?” His voice wraps around your throat, and suddenly has you swallowing past the delicious grip. You're folding into him before you even realize it, at the mercy of his calloused hands. "The implication that I wouldn't do just about anything for you."

You can't help but sigh hopelessly, although it comes out as a desperate noise that pleads him for more. You really were all his, just like he loved to tell you.

"Now hand me your phone." It's a whisper, coaxing you. "I wanna see you in red."

You can’t say no. 

At least it was mutual.