#[ i'M CRYING & YELLING

[sceletaflores]

A Different Kind of Compensation.

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part two!

pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader

prompt: you’ve been babysitting abby for mike nearly three months now. he constantly apologizes for not paying you yet, you constantly tell him it doesn't bother you. one night he comes back from his shift at freddy’s and has a different idea on how to compensate you for all of your hard work.

warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering (kinda???), munch!mike.

word count: this was supposed to be a short dirty work that somehow turned into a 2.2k monster. told you i love to ramble.

authors note: remember when i said i might write smut if i was just so moved by an ask? well turns out my very first ask moved me. y'all are nasty, i love it. mike, of course, is a munch because why would he be anything else? i never, with a capital N, write smut so please bear with me if it sucks. i hope whoever requested this loves it! i wrote it instead of finishing my scientific article for bio so it better be decent hehe.

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The sound of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps woke you up from where you were dozing off on the couch. You gazed at the clock on the side table near you and sure enough, 6:10 blinked back at you. Mike was finally home. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely shedding his work vest and hanging his keys on the little hook by the door.

You yawned, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up on the couch. The blanket you used to cover yourself falling to pool around your waist. Mike finally made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch with a soft grunt. 

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice rough from lack of use. “Abby eat anything?”

“Yeah, a little,” You mutter back through a barely concealed yawn, head lolling to rest on the back of the couch. “You know how she is.”

He hums in acknowledgement but stays silent apart from that, keeping his gaze trained on the infomercial playing on TV. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You sit up even further on the couch, leaning against the arm rest facing Mike. The blue/green hue of the TV bathed him in light, his hair was unruly with curls sticking out at awkward angles. He had deep bags under his eyes. Just as you thought about getting up to take off, he spoke up again. 

“I promise I’ll get you the money,” he says softly, not taking his eyes off the TV, “I…I just need some time.”

You scoff in mock annoyance, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Mike, you know I don’t care about the money. I don’t mind doing this for you.” You reply, nudging his knee with your foot softly then just leaving it perched on his lap.

Mike finally turns to look at you, there's a strange look on his face that you can’t quite place, but you give him a small smile all the same. He stares at you for a few beats, you can practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“You deserve something,” he whispers, his brows furrowed in frustration. “You do so much for me, it’s only fair.” As he speaks, he slowly moves his hand off the couch to your ankle still resting on his thigh, he starts rubbing slow circles over the skin there. His eyes never left yours as he touched you, a very obvious question in them. Asking if you wanted this.

Heat instantly rushed to your belly, cheeks turning a light shade of red at his touch. You’d always thought Mike was attractive, but you never would have imagined he’d want to be anything more than friends. Since he was already so busy with taking care of Abby and his hellish new job.

You swallow once before speaking, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden. “What are you suggesting?” You ask so softly, wondering if he even heard you. Mikes’ fingers stop in favor of trailing his hand up your calf in a featherlight touch, disappearing under the blanket to seek out more of your soft skin. Your heart is beating so fast you think you might die, the sound of it echoing in your ears loudly. 

Mike's big brown eyes stare into yours with a newfound intensity, visibly shocked that you're reacting so viscerally to his touch, his pupils are blown to hell. Chocolate brown being swallowed by black.  His tongue coming out to sweep over his top lip.

“How about you,” he says slowly, scooting closer to you on the small couch. He crowds into your personal space like he belongs there. Mike’s lips inches away from yours. He smells like old leather and dust from being cramped in the security office at Freddy’s. Your chest heaves as your eyes flit back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Seconds drag by like hours as you painstakingly wait for him to finish his sentence. “Stay right there while I make you feel good.” He finally says, his breath fanning over your face hotly. You can’t even speak, afraid of how desperate you might sound, just nodding your head roughly, not looking away from his hungry gaze.

Mike’s hand runs up your leg quickly after you give him the green-light, slipping further under the blanket and higher up your leg until he reaches his destination. He rubs you gently through your shorts, your breath hitches sharply at what should be just a simple touch, but you’re still so worked up from earlier that it feels ten times more extreme. You grasp the blanket still strewn over your lap tightly in your fists, it's the only thing keeping you from seeing Mike’s hand at work between your legs.

Mike reacts to touching you for the first time like he can feel it too. His breath stutters out of his chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your already wet folds through your thin cotton sleeping shorts. “Fuck.” He breathes out quietly, so quietly you doubt he even meant to say it out loud. He opens his eyes again, breathing slightly rougher as he stares at you through his arousal induced haze and heavy eyelids. 

Seeing your face must spur him on because he starts rubbing with more fervor than before, his clever fingers applying more pressure making you moan softly. You cut yourself off quickly, eyes darting down the hall to Abby's bedroom door. It's still closed, there's no light leaking through the crack between it and the floor.

"Shit, Mike." You whine quietly.

Mike groans softly at the sound of his name leaving your lips, body trembling slightly with the feeling. Suddenly he wrenches his hand out from under the blanket, and rips it off your lap frantically. You gasp sharply at the cool air breaking through the bubble of warmth the blanket provided, involuntarily closing your legs.

Mike pushes up from his position on the couch next to you, knee walking over so he's kneeling in-front of your clenched thighs. You're still slightly sprawled across the cushions, leaning on the arm of the couch.

"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asks roughly, putting both his hands on your still closed knees. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to answer him, after a few moments you finally manage a faint shake of your head.

"No?" He asks, tilting his head to the left slightly. "Let me show you then."

Mike grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him, and leads your hand down into his lap. Your breath catches in your throat when he places your hand directly over his clothed erection, but it gets drowned out by Mike's louder whine thanks to you touching him for the first time. You drag your eyes downward, his dark grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. He got more worked up touching you than you first thought, if the wet patch forming near the tip of his hard-on was anything to go by.

As soon as you started to rub him with purpose, Mike grabbed your wrist, halting your efforts. "No," He said breathlessly, practically panting. "No, this is for you tonight. Just wanna focus on you."

He let go of your wrist, turning his head in your direction. Both of you failed to realize how close you'd gotten when he dragged you to him. Your noses practically touch when he turns, catching you both off guard. His eyes travel down to your lips, staring at how red and puffy they'd gotten from you biting them to muffle your moans.

"How sweet of you, Mike." You whisper, leaning in just a tad closer. He lets out a guttural groan and closes the distance between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own. He leans forward, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His body completely covering yours as the two of you makeout, his arms on either side of your head and his hips slotting against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock against your cunt. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his.

Mike breaks the kiss with a whine, trying to muffle the noise by shoving his face in your neck. You bring your hands up to tangle in his curly hair, yanking it roughly as he starts littering kisses all along your collarbones. Nipping and sucking in-between his gasping little moans as you twist and pull his hair in your grip.

He tears his mouth away to stare up at you through his lashes, his lips are swollen and red. “Please,” He gasps out, his hips unconsciously grinding down into your thigh. “Let me eat you out. Please. Tell me I can, say I can.” He babbles, hips rutting faster every second you don’t answer him.

“Yes.” You exclaim as quietly as possible. “Do it, Mike. Eat me out.”

Mike’s whole body shudders at your words, eyes falling closed for a second before he quickly slides down your body, leaving an odd kiss here and there as he goes. He brings his hands up to grip the waistband of your shorts, pausing to take a single steadying breath, then he tugs them down along with your panties and tosses them aside. He stares down at you in awe for a good few moments before he lays on his stomach, right in front of your dripping cunt.

Mike kisses along the inside of your thighs for a bit, licking everywhere but where you want him to the most. “Thank you.” he mutters, tone way too earnest for the situation at hand but you don’t have much time to think about it before he’s diving face first into your thighs.

“Fuck!” You let your voice get way too loud in the quiet atmosphere of the house, but you can’t help it. You didn’t think Mike had lots of experience because of some late night drunken talks before, but he was either lying or holding out. He works his tongue expertly along every inch of you. Every swirl, flick, or suck has you catapulting to the edge way faster than you’d imagined.

It doesn't help that Mike keeps letting out these noises. Small needy whines or deep guttural groans that you can feel. He’s moaning like he’s the one getting head, unashamed and authentic. It’s so fucking sexy.

“Shit Mike, I’m close. I’m so close.” You whisper too quietly for him to hear with his head trapped between your thighs, but it doesn’t matter. Mike brings his thumb up to lightly circle your clit as he laps against your entrance, and you're gone.

Your thighs shake as you release, grabbing on Mike’s hair for dear life as you go through the most intense orgasm ever. He moans into your cunt, working you through the aftershocks. He laves his tongue along you until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you drag his face away by his hair.

He sits up, the bottom half of his face covered in spit and slick. That visual alone is almost enough to get you ready for round two. It’s silent except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.

After he catches his breath, Mike retrieves the blanket from behind his back somewhere to cover the lower half of your body. Your thighs are still shaking as he lays next to you, it’s a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to mind. He kisses the side of your face sweetly, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer.

You finally regain enough conscience to speak. “Are you sure you don’t want to get off?” You ask, “I mean I can’t feel my legs but I’m sure we could think of something.” Mike only laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Maybe next time, this was about you.” He said, beginning to rub his fingers back and forth on your hip. “Plus I, uh, I already sort of…” He trails off, a flush forming on his cheeks.

It took you a second to realize what he was saying, but when it clicked you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your mouth. You lifted up the blanket covering the two of you, and sure enough Mike had an impressive wet patch seeping through his sweats.

He pinches your hip lightly, offended by your giggling. “Don’t laugh at me,” He complains with a smile, yanking the blanket back up. “I couldn’t help it.”

You stifle another laugh to the best of your ability, though your shoulders still shake ever so slightly. You turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. It’s different from the previous kisses you shared tonight. It’s slower and softer, full of a new emotion that you both feel, but know that it can wait to be talked about later. For now you’re both just basking in the afterglow.

You break the kiss first, pulling back only slightly to lean your forehead against his. You both smile at each other for a second.

“Okay,” You give in, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. “But believe that tomorrow is all about you.”

[sskk-manifesto]

“Do we need any more?” who's gonna tell him last time he fucking died

[lvcashael]

everyone's storyline is so tragic and then buck and tommy's scenes are like yeah we fuck btw. and we fuck nasty too 😭😭

[ruuari]

my half of an art trade I did with @donitkitt as a gift for his partners @spacey-hazey and @kin-machine !!! vanven with bubble tea ❤︎

see his GORGEOUS part of the art trade here

[teleport-teapot]

I really, really needed to get this out of my system

[lastoneout]

catch me outside the club crying about yotsuba's dad being a better parent than most of the adults who raised me

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILER FOR EPISODE 8 OF BURROW'S END!!!🚨

‼️ POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING FOR SIREN SOUNDS‼️

Dimension20 "Burrow's End"

Episode 8

Timestamp: 1:48:49

Video Length: 20sec.

HOW CAN THEY JUST LEAVE US LIKE THIS?!!!! I HAVE TO WAIT A WHOLE WEAK AND WE GOT A PREVIEW OF A SIREN BLARING AND AABRIA SAYING "THEY'RE HERE"!!! BRUHHH!!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET PEACEFUL SLEEP AFTER THAT?! 😭😭😭✋✋✋

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SEASON IS ALMOST OVER!!! IT'S GOING BY SO FAST!!! AAAAA!!! THIS IS CRAZYYYY!!! I DON'T WANT IT TO END BUT I ALSO WANT TO SEE THIS STOAT FAMILY HAPPY!!! PLEASSSSEEE!!! 😭😭✋✋ THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH SO FREAKING MUCH!!! 😭😭✋✋❤️❤️ JUST LET THEM SMILE AND LAUGH!!! 😭😭✋✋❤️❤️ LET THEM ENJOY LIFE ONCE FR!!! 😭😭✋✋❤️❤️🥲🥲

[ryllen]

i have to get this out of my system

[m0rbs]

Jim's big hazel eyes that are on the verge of tears at the slightest provocation are something that can be so important and I shall never forgive AOS for taking them away

[turtlecleric]

Imagine.

You've been friends with Rise Leo for so long, that you can't seem to remember a time when he wasn't there teasing you with his signature smirk.

It was always jokes with him. Puns. One liners. Horrible cringe pick-up lines. You name it, he'd say it.

Word play was the game and boy did he know how to play. The dumber they were, the harder you laughed.

You always seemed to be laughing around him. It felt…nice. Just to be silly, let the weight of your world roll off your shoulders just for one moment.

You guessed why that's why it was so easy for you to fall into a habit of teasing him back. Y'all both just needed a reason to laugh.

But…you weren't laughing now.

There, he stood in front of you, with that signature smirk on his lips, telling you that he had feelings for you.

That he ALWAYS had feelings for you; he just never had the words for it until now.

You tilted your head at that, your brow narrowing in confusion as you began to rub a hand nervously over your arm.

So you did what you always did. What he would always do when it came to uncomfortable feelings.

You brushed it off with a laugh, missing the way Leo’s hands flexed at the sound.

You looked up at Leo with a shaky smirk, mirroring his own face, your eyebrow quirked teasingly.

“This is a joke right? I'm missing the punchline here. You've never cared about serious feelings like this before, so why start now?”

Leo’s eyes widened slightly, his stomach sinking as he watched you shake your head with that disbelieving and exasperated smile that he had come to love so much.

His hands slowly curled into white-knuckled fists as he watched you literally laugh away his confession.

You thought… you thought this was a joke. That he wouldn't take these real feelings seriously.

Leo’s gaze narrowed as his attention sharpened into focus on you.

Very well then.

Leo would show you just how serious he could be.

Imagine.

All of those jokes, all of that teasing, that ADHD intellect, that strategy, that charisma and charm directed solely on you.

Imagine.

Every comment, every look, interaction and touch becoming calculated, purpose driven and direct.

Focused. On. You.

Imagine.

Leo wanting to show you what serious intention looks like.

Because it was NEVER a joke when it concerned you.

~Ninja

[charming-cherry0]

that poor paramedics guy did NOT know wtf is happening 😭

[mistergandalf]

ULTIMATE TOLKIEN BLORBO: ROUND TWO

PEREGRIN "PIPPIN" TOOK vs. ÉOWYN

[lifemod17]

I, Carrion (Icarian) was played last night in Grand Rapids, MI ☀️🪽

It's always "ily" but never "yhmflafotswyahatwtyhyhb"

Source: Instagram.com

[someone-else-entirely]

I recently read a Disco Elysium fanfic in which Kim cries in front of Harry (in a very rare show of vulnerability) and because the fanfic takes place some years after the events of the game and Harry is more emotionally mature and well-adjusted by then, he's able to offer comfort to Kim like a reasonably normal person.

Which is all well and good, but here's something else I'd love to see:

Kim cries in front of Harry during/shortly after the events of Disco Elysium and Harry is unable to respond at all because every single one of the 24 skills immediately starts screaming about it

[tremastersweb]

To both of their surprise, and horror, his hand slipped into the Magister's face, and in that one moment, time seemed to slow, as their conscious thought, and to a point, their bodies merged into one.

There was no Master, no Magister, only them Magister.

Right, right, wrong, no VERY right!

Gone, gone, gone, gone, mind so clear, thoughts and memories twisting and colliding together, one person, always had been.

The Magister was a fragment of the Master, of course he b̴̟̣͈͑̀͘e̵̟̤͝ļ̶̛̪̮̤́̂͐̈́o̸̬͓̦̖͛̌̽ǹ̴̬̒́͂͜g̶̖̲͚͍̏̄̂̈́̚͜ë̶̢̲̯̯̂͠d̵̡̟̮̠̅̀͝ ̴̧̼́͋͐́t̴̤͖̾̏̆ŏ̷̦͎̿ ̴̻̋̈́͝ͅh̴̺̆͗͐̕͝i̷̧̘̾͊̏m̴̩̞̳̥͠͝.̶̧̢̖̜̤̋

If their mind was so CLEAR like this, how would it be to absorb the rest of his fragments?

The Magister, he had been missing kdk ?!L( /a x:jj, R\ f<j30~R, #w B̷̻̎̌̿͝Ë̵̛̹́̚ ̷̡͉̞̽C̴̡͉̗͆͊́͘͝Ó̵̡̨̟̰͚R̵̺̾̔̈̚͝R̵͙̦̣̐͌̒Ę̴̱̜̠̆̀C̷̘̞͈̈́̑̈͜T̶͔̏͛̍̄̚.̸͕̼͍̹̹̎̔̏̉.

Too much THEM for the drums to Ẻ̶̬̞͐X̸̙̮̅̾͛̽̔I̸̢͎̣̚S̵̩̎̋̎̈́Ṯ̶̥͇̞̹̓̃̽͑͝ BLESSED SILENCE.

And then the moment passed as the Master's hand slipped out of his face, and the Magister fell backwards out of his seat in shock, before getting up and darting towards the sink, not knowing if he needed to throw up, but not quite making it as his body shuddered, glitching out much like a broken image file, then falling, collapsing onto the floor, completely unconscious.

-The Magister (@themagisterprotocol)

...Laughter, genuine, ecstatic, echoing across the corridors as he fell to his knees, overwhelmed with rapture. Ohh, what'd just happen? He took a moment to sort out his emotions, observing the other as he collapsed.

Of course, it was obvious.

He was his to claim. He had earned this, after all!

He crawled towards the fainted body, not touching, but merely contemplating. It was very tempting, oh yes, the sheer quietness he had long forgotten, the absolute power he had felt just at the grip of his fingertips. Only... his entire existence at stake. He frowned as the drums soon came back pounding louder than ever, louder, louder,

louder,

LOUDER.

His body had taken quite the strain from this glorious event. He felt his grip on his balance weaken, his legs ache with pain, if he just let himself fall to gravity he might as well completely absorb his counterpart. He did not fight it. He let himself go-

A pair of familiar arms prevented his fatal error.

"What do you think you're doing!? Fighting the Magister? You know what will happen to you if you give into the virus!"

The Doctor turned the feline's weakened body around towards him, noticing the tail that had just grown on him.

"Doctor..........Doctor. It was quiet. There was silence. They were. Ugh. Shut up. They were finally gone..."

He was panting, the virus still active, dancing to the tune of the drums in his head, in his body, well not his precisely.

"What...do you mean...? What happened here?"

The blond Time Lord looked over at the Magister. He wasn't moving, he wasn't responding. Panicked, he shoved the Master aside and quickly ran to check his pulse.

Alive.

He sighed in relief. He was not quite sure whether a fragment would have the capacity to regenerate. He turned his head to look at the Master, a bit too late, as with all his will he firmly grabbed him by the collar and forced him away.

"Ohhh no, my dear Doctor... He belongs to me. You're not ruining this for me now, are you...?"

"Oh for- VERA!!!"

[moongothic]