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Rip mickey 18 u will be missed (2025-2025)

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Inhuman looking characters have no right to be so damn fucking hot

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hot girl shit (reading fanfiction on a friday night instead of going out)

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Omg I remembered when I was just a little girl I had like a massive crush on Akhmenrah in Night at the museum is that weird? 😭😭

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Shifters in their different Drs

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Shifting mutuals? 🫠 None of my friends are into it, and I just want people to rant with and hype each other up! I love the idea of shifting with others and keeping each other motivated.

About me:

☝🏾 19 | POC | Chronically online with the worst humor imaginable

🩷 Discovered shifting in 2020

🩷 Dilfs. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

DRs I’m planning on visiting:

✨ The Walking Dead

✨ Mermaid realm (because having an orca bestie and magic powers would be elite—this is self-indulgent since I used to play mermaids at 5 😭)

✨ Marvel

✨ Gladiators

✨ Jujutsu Kaisen

✨ Jurassic Park (or literally anywhere I can see dinosaurs)

✨ Adventure Time

✨ Arcane

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guys lock innnnnn

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Can someone point me to the direction of more Mickey x reader fics please i beg

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Oohhhh, I think sum purring rn...

Writers.. please... 🙏

Do them justice.

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everyone has been saying nasha was the only person to not ask mickey what it was like to die, but no one is making the connection that she didn’t have to ask bc she already knew. on presumably 3 or 4 occasions, nasha held him as he died an agonizing, horrid death. she was the only person who even thought to give him comfort in those moments. she’d never ask him how it felt, she knows.

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how i feel scripting one night stands in my fame dr

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Where are ALL OF THE MICKEY 17 FANFICS-

CHOP CHOP SEXUALLY DEPRIVED TUMBLR WRITTERS😠

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Mickey 17 and 18 fighting to eat you out?? yes please

smut, oral, fem receiving, technically a threesome?? idk if it counts since they are kinda the same person lol ☠️

When you first found out there were two Mickeys, your immediate thought was how the hell you were going to explain this to Kenneth without getting all three of you killed.

Your second thought? There were two fucking Mickeys. Two of your boyfriends. Two men who were hopelessly in love with you.

Two men who would do anything to please you which is exactly how you ended up in this position.

Honestly, you don’t even know how it happened.

One minute, the three of you were arguing about what the hell you were supposed to do, the next, Mickey 17 was between your legs, his tongue lapping at your cunt while Mickey 18 sat by the bed, rubbing over his clothed cock, eyes dark with jealousy as he watched, his grip on himself tightening and his jaw clenching as he watched 17 work.

His tongue moved like he’d done this a hundred times before because he technically had. Every movement over your clit was muscle memory, honed from how long the two of you had been together. Mickey 18 knew exactly what it felt like to have you writhing beneath him, and the fact that 17 was the one drawing those desperate little sounds from your lips instead of him was driving him insane.

He exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat like he was debating whether to wait his turn or shove 17 out of the way. But 17 wasn’t stopping—not even sparing his double a glance. He was devoted, completely focused on your pleasure, moaning against your cunt like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted (because in his mind, it was).

“Fuck,” 18 muttered, palming himself harder. “That’s my pussy too, y’know.”

Mickey 17 lifted his head slightly, looking up at 18 with wide, hazy eyes, lips slick with your arousal.

“But… it’s my turn,” he said softly, almost pouting.

Mickey 18 let out a sharp breath, like he was barely holding himself together. Then, he moved.

Before you could process it, he was between your legs, shoving 17’s shoulder in an attempt to get him out of the way. “Move.”

17 let out a small noise of protest, hands still gripping your thighs, eyes flickering between 18 and you, unsure, almost as if wanting you to tell 18 to wait his turn.

But 18 wasn’t waiting, and honestly, he wouldn’t even listen to you if he told him too. He pressed his mouth to you, groaning as he finally got his first taste, lapping at your cunt like you were water and he was a man in the desert.

17 whined softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, after a beat, he leaned back in, his tongue darting out to flick over your clit, while 18 groaned against your entrance, working his tongue deeper.

The two of them licked and sucked in tandem, their breath hot, their mouths wet and eager, both of them determined to pull you apart.

17 clung to your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as he focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves, whimpering softly with every little twitch of pleasure you gave while 18 was rougher, more demanding, moaning against your cunt as he pushed his tongue deeper, like he wanted to devour you whole.

Pleasure coursed through you, your body arching between them as their mouths worked in perfect, desperation. It was overwhelming, the contrast of them both.

Your fingers tangled in 17’s hair, gripping tight, and he whimpered into you, the sound vibrating through your core. He was so good for you, so eager to please, to be wanted. 18 groaned at the noise, gripping your hips and pulling you even closer to his mouth, dragging his tongue through your wetness with a satisfied hum, like he was trying to drown himself in you.

It was almost too much. Their mouths, their hands, the sounds they were making—moaning, whining, competing for your pleasure.

Your thighs shook as heat coiled in your stomach. Your back arching as you gasped, choking on a moan, and that was all the encouragement they needed.

17 sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking faster, more determined, and 18 groaned into you, his hands spreading your thighs wider, his mouth moving rougher, needier—both of them working together, completely in sync now.

It hit you like a freight train. Your vision blurred, your breath hitched, and then you broke—pleasure crashing through you in waves, your body shaking as they held you down, licking you through it, moaning against you like they were the ones falling apart.

You barely registered the way 18 groaned in satisfaction, the way 17 let out a little whimper, nuzzling against your thigh, licking up every last drop like he couldn’t stand to waste a single thing.

It was only when the tremors in your body subsided that 18 finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking so very smug.

“See?” he murmured, voice thick with pride as he glanced at 17. “That’s how you do it.”

17 just blinked up at him, wide-eyed and still flushed, his lips parted slightly like he was about to argue but then, slowly, a small, almost dazed smile curled at his lips.

“I think we should do it again,” he said softly, voice still breathless.

18 snorted, shaking his head before turning back to you, dragging his fingers over your thigh. “Yeah? What do you think, sweetheart? Think you can handle another round?”

Your body was still trembling, your breath still ragged but with two Mickeys looking at you like that, both of them ready to do whatever you wanted?

How could you possibly say no?

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Some key takeaways and methods I've learned from shiftblr recently that I'm ready to apply

— This is not my original reality, this is just one out of an infinite i am aware of in this current state of being that i am comfortable in. I am not trapped in this state/reality, i am free to leave as i please.

— To shift realities is to simply shift your focus/awareness of this reality to a different one and know that the 3D has no choice but to change, because the 3D mirrors what you are and where you are in imagination which is your drself in your desired reality. And it isn't a process to shift realities just because you haven't seen the 3D change, when the whole point is to be in your desired reality/be your drself in imagination and PERSIST in it.

— KNOW you are already in your desired reality, PERSIST in it and KNOW it will change! BECAUSE YOU ARE ALREADY IN YOUR DESIRED REALITY. SO THEREFORE THE 3D WILL CHANGE. BECAUSE IT ONLY SHOWS WHAT YOU ARE IN IMAGINATION. SO EXPECT IT TO CHANGEEE

° Anyway, affirming you are in your dr is enough because you are literally embodying your drself. ° Deciding you are in your desired reality is also enough because you are yet again embodying the version of you who is in that reality.

° @hrrtshape 's anti method is awesome because it's literally just you as your drself remembering that you shifted, and expecting the shift

° Linstening to songs/edit audios and looking at stuff on pinterest is enough because you are embodying you drself by finding things that remind you of yourself in another reality

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How I feel after saying "you only live once" in a room full of non-shifters (I know damn well you don't)