#I can't be stopped

[nekrosmos]

I know 0 things about Rugby but I had to put Price in situations after reading this fic by @on-a-lucky-tide , the man was made for tiny shorts, come on

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

boy bands r just good . i love when men entertain me. do a little song n dance for me boys - joon when he was writing dimple, probably

[wigglesdtuff]

take what i can and then die in the dirt

[illiana-mystery]

Bad boys, Bad boys!

[change-name-later]

I did a quick render/edit to fill in the missing space for Mr. WPNZ for funzies.

[rcmclachlan]

First time getting dressed up to go out in a while and I'm feeling really good tonight.

Not pictured: my awesome hot pink heels

[kiwi-jien]

Stolitz kissies <3

[zannolin]

narnia movies + text posts (part 12)

[ghostofashina]

SAM REID being insanely beautiful for TV Insider.

[thequeenofthewinter]

Rook's Bad Pickup Lines, volume 4

Volume 1 Volume 2 Volume 3 Volume 5 Volume 6 Volume 7

Rook: Do you know why you're a leading expert on the Fade?

Emmrich: Because I have spent countless hours and the majority of my life very carefully studying its every facet in an attempt to unravel its mysteries?

Rook: ...because you spend so much time there as you're always in my dreams.

Emmrich: [actually speechless for once]

[billys-slutcherson]

'And I Saw Sparks' 18+ MDNI

Mike Schmidt x Gen!Reader

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Oneshot:

Following the failed garden camping and being drenched by the storm, Mike just wanted you to stay. More than that, he wanted you, to kiss you. Begging for more, confessing all of his pent-up need for you and only you.

Tags:

Shameless Smut, Awkward Romance, Unresolved Romantic Tension (Or I suppose resolved now?), Kissing, Neck Kissing, Handjobs, Sloppy Blowjobs, Semi-Rough Sex, Spit, Creampie

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Just want to preface this: This is purely smut and a follow-up to a writing that I did - 'It's You I Hold Onto' - You don't need to read this, but, if you wanted a side of slow-burn or fluff with your smut, here you go:

https://www.tumblr.com/billys-slutcherson/757009896363442176/its-you-i-hold-on-to?source=share

Words: 2,392

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Before you knew it, Mike had a hold of your waist, still kissing you. As if starved. You knew he was deprived of touch. You longed to change that. Your hands found his face to hold it in your embrace. He was breathless pressing you against that front door. Unaware his grip was rough, fingertips curling under his rain-soaked hoodie that you still wore. Both of you were still drenched from the storm.

“Hmph... can we uh...” Tilting his head back in the direction of his bedroom, You blushed for only a moment and gave an almost too-quick nod, as his hand released your waist. One grasping at your wrist. There was a look of longing, yet also nervousness in his stare. As he pulled you towards him. Walking backwards briefly. Unable to tear his eyes from your body.

Mike pulled you into the dark room. Nudging the door shut quietly. He sort of froze up after he closed it. A small gap between you both. As you whispered his name.

“Mike? Everything ok?…” So softly the words fell from your lips. He seemed to only nod, sighing softly as if frustrated. You closed that gap. Pressing chest to chest with him. Your fingers pushed back his wet curls. Till you could see his soft dark eyes. So tired. Mike's head rested back into the door as you looked at him with yearning.

“Do… you still?” You began. Quickly shut down as he stammered. “I do I just… I haven’t… it’s been… a while” Mike was turning pink. You understood as you stroked the side of his neck. Reassuring. “That’s ok…” Leaning to kiss him again. Slow, gentle even, losing your fingertips in his hair as you grazed his wet skin.

You guided him back to the edge of the bed. Mike was against your lips as you did. Clumsily he fell onto the mattress. Propped up on his elbows. As you leaned over him. The kisses shared were needy, tongue teasing past his lips desperate to taste more, soon slipping into his mouth colliding with his own. He was melting under you. You tried to go slow and yet failed miserably. As your hand etched down his damp T-shirt and over the front of his jogging bottoms. Resting against his crotch. You felt how the fabric was splayed, strained against his growing bulge. He whined a ‘sorry’ that made you laugh by accident. Shaking your head. “It’s… Mike, it’s fine… I, want this.” You cooed, the huskiness in your voice made Mike shiver. Grazing your hand over his erection, your touch more insistent the harder he became. Leaning closer, your breath washing over his skin, working your kisses along his jaw. Mike's desperation was evident as he cursed under his breath, hot to touch as his hips rocked into your touch. Warm breaths spilt into the air above him. Shifting your hand, tracing your fingers over the waistband. His hips jolted slightly. Your hand was soon pushed underneath the material. Reaching to caress his length through his boxer shorts.

Unable to see him fully, not yet. Taken aback by the girth, how it twitched within the confines of your hand. Throbbing, for you. Mike's lips parted again as his head rolled back. “Please… don’t stop…” He murmured weakly. Slipping your hand free you heard him whine defiantly. Mike, needy?! His eyes snapped to yours. "Just... patience..." You mocked through laughter. As you dragged his joggers past his knees and dropped down in front of him. Nudging his legs apart, helping him kick the remainder free. Soon leaning your arms against his thighs. Teasing the boxers down till his cock sprang free from the wet fabric. He shuddered involuntarily as the cold air hit his sensitive length. You took him softly in the embrace of your hand. Slowly stroking his twitching cock. Already, his pre-cum started to spill. Then quickly your name fell from his lips in a hushed moan. Your hand then swiftly started to pump up and down the length of his cock. Catching some more of that pre-cum as you glazed it over him like lube. You caught how his fists bunched the sheets under him. He was so pretty when he moaned. Mike seemed at ease for the first time. Without much warning your tongue darted against the underside of his sack. Dragging from there, all the way to the tip. You gawped at him as he shifted with a grunt.

“Fuck…” Mike hissed. Eyes flickering open. Gasping at you, chest rising and falling as he grunted. One of his hands released the sheets shakily. Your tongue swirled over his pink strained tip. You watched how flustered he looked. Apprehensively, Mike reached to drag his rough fingers through your hair. As you closed your eyes softly. Sinking your mouth over his tip. Taking him so excitedly, your lips stretching to force the girth to fit. For all you ever wanted, to touch him to kiss him you never pictured this. And fuck did it feel good. Your tongue caressed as you sank down to his base. Almost with too much ease for him to cope. Pulling back, swirling your tongue over his swollen head, tasting every ounce of his pre-cum. Though you felt him tug softly at your hair. Though it didn’t deter your teasing. You could taste the salt of his excitement. His relief. Mike's low hushed grunts filled your ears. He sounded beautiful. Soft little pleas escaped him in breathy gasps. More so when you engulfed his length once more. Finding a rhythm that only quickened with each of his groans and hums. Drooling over him, your spit pooled at the core.

He was quickly unravelling for you. Mike's thighs clenched under your touch and his back arched as his cock sank further into your throat. Your drool leaked from the corner of your lips. You wanted nothing more than him. Your mind was clouded with lust. Feeling how he started to thrust into your mouth. Gagging slightly from him stretching your throat to fit, he pulled your hair tighter. Your eyes rolled open. Catching him staring down at you. His skin was wet, no longer from just the rain, but sweat dribbling down his temple as he watched himself disappear in and out of your mouth. Biting on his lower lip so hard you swore it might bleed. Dustings of pink over his freckles.

“Stop…” He rasped. You slowed your sucking and he stuttered again. “No, you need to stop I’m going to…” Mike groaned. As he tore your lips away from his cock whining. “It’s okay… Mike… I want it…” You cooed, pressing your lips back over the tip of in defiance, as he shook his head quickly.

“No… no, I… I need to feel you…” It came out more like a beg than he’d intended though he resigned to it as he hummed. “Bend over the bed for me?…” You nodded desperately. Tearing your mouth from his cock. Watching the strands of spit and pre-cum lace over his thighs like webs. You grinned up at him. Not bothering to wipe your lips. You stood up and tried to tug his damp hoodie off of your body when he reached gently catching the hem. “Keep it on… you look…" He was hesitating again but finally groaned. "So fucking good in it…” Then he was laughing shamefully as he said it. The heat in your face rose. You shifted quickly to the edge of the bed and he observed. Dragging his thumb over his lips. Watching you. He couldn't control it anymore. Quickly, you felt Mike gripping his arms around your waist and one of his hands slithering to caress your throat. Merely touching, tracing his thumb up and down.

“I’ve wanted you… for so long… so fucking long...” He murmured against your earlobe. Kissing the nape of your neck. Your legs could have buckled beneath you there and then. He can't just confess that. It wrecked you. The way he kneaded at you with his large hands. And how his arousal pressed firm and bare against your ass. Rubbing on the fabric of your jeans he groaned.

“I want you, Mike..” You whined and you swore it nearly broke him. Mike couldn't control the throaty little grunt that flooded the shell of your ear as he reached for the button on your jeans and quickly undid it, the sound of your zipper flying downwards. Mike pressed the small of your back till you were bent in place. Hooking his fingers into the belt loops and tugging them down. Stroking your rear through your underwear, as he quickly yanked them till they were around your ankles.

Quickly you kicked them off. The action was clumsy, feeling a little laugh escape you. It seemed to ease Mike's shaky demeanour. You couldn’t tell if he was desperate, overwhelmed or perhaps both as you peeked back at him over your shoulder. Sliding your legs apart to balance he stroked your hind softly. Touching himself as he did. Mike's fist clutched around his length as he stroked softly. Wetting his lips at the sight of you. Before easing closer. Lifting your hips gently, his rough callous hands caressing the skin as gently as he could bear.

Mike slid his length against your tight entrance a few times. Catching your eyes in his. Mike stepped back a little. Crouching down. Hunching over a little he leaned till you felt his breath against that begging fuckhole. Keeping his eyes on yours, he let his tongue hang from his mouth like an animal, slathering it against your opening. Causing only for you to tighten and gasp, his hand patting your butt cheek softly. Lifting his head some, and spitting over that hole, letting the drool drip down from it.

You were shaking. "Mike... fuck me, please." You pleaded. He nodded, so deeply red as he returned more upright, though still hunching over you.

He readjusted, prodding at your entrance. Wordlessly, he eased his hips forward, spreading you open around his tip. “Fuuuck-... y-you're so damn tight, baby...“ He groaned. The way that 'baby' rolled from his lips like honey made you whimper on the spot. You felt as he filled you, stretching you around his thick shaft. Just the tip for now, as he pulled back ever so slightly. Much to your dismay. Before plunging back inside. This time deeper. Causing you to muffle your cries of relief. One of his hands planted on the mattress. The other was tangled around your waist. Reaching to touch you between your thighs. As he pressed into your begging hole, deeper. Mike’s warm breath washing between your shoulder blades. Fucking deeply into you. Rougher with each thrust.

“You feel so fucking… good… fuck…” Mike whined. He wasn’t going to last. You didn’t care. All you wanted was this. You were clenching against him. Unable to control how much you pulsated around his girth. Arching back into his motions. Shamefully direct in what you needed. As he curved in and out of you. His bare cock leaking slightly again. Desperate to last. Cursing himself as he felt himself edging too close already. His hand pressed the small of your back into an arch. All you could think about was how unbelievable he felt inside you. How well he stretched you. The grunts that left him turning you on in such a messy way. Mike moaned into the air. His head was thrown back as his fingertips kneaded against your hip. Bruisingly tight as he was fighting release. You were almost on the edge of orgasm.

Stuttering, Mike tried to speak. He stammered. “Close?…” Desperation in his tone. He was so cute holding back like that for you. You whined with a strangled little noise escaping you. The tip of his cock grinding inside of your body tightly. Against that tender soft spot, you felt close to blacking out. It felt that good. Clawing at the bed sheets you balled the fabric into your fists. He hummed out. Pleading with you.

“Cum for me… Baby, let me make you cum…” Mike grunted. Raking his nails over your soft skin, till it left faint red lines. That was it. It felt almost debilitating, burying your face in the sheets as you saw stars across your vision. Eyes fluttering shut. Cumming for him. Staining his sheets messily. The clenching and pulsating of your walls around him was too much for Mike as he let out a heaving grunt. Unable to pull out on time as you fucked your hips back into his. His cock filled you. Creaming inside of you, rope after rope of pent-up desire pumping deep into your core. He was arched over your body gripping at your waist. Squeezing at your sensitive skin haphazardly. Feeling every spill of his cum pouring into you. Mike's hold was so tight. As he steadied himself. Feeling his wet load leak against his own skin as it dripped out of you.

“Fuck… sorry... I tried to...” He hissed. As you breathlessly laughed. “Shut … up… It felt... so right.” You hummed. Hearing him scoff in return made it all the sweeter. Mike's forehead pressed into your back as he tried to catch his breath. His hips were grinding softly. Insatiably so, but you knew how tender he was as when you reciprocated, he rasped shyly. Tugging himself free, with a messy 'popping' noise. Shivering you as you felt his cum spill down the backs of your thighs, listening to his heavy exhale, shifting to roll onto your back so you could see him. You were more than a little dishevelled, however, Mike looked at you like you were angelic, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. A silence in the air, only broken by the sound of you both catching your breath. Hearing as he swallowed heavily, his fingertips traced against your wrist. Coarse like wood grain, though soothing all the same. Tracing deliberately on your inner palm, before lacing through your fingers. Compelled to, you rolled closer, moving to your side as you watched him. His shy eyes drifted to yours. A shared little smile between you, pressing your lips to his shoulder. Mike's eyes never left you.

"You are so beautiful..." Mike muttered.

“So are you…” You purred.

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Tada! Happy anniversary to FNAF, by absolutely FREAKING it with Mike Schmidt!

This is my first time writing !GenReader, so be gentle. I did a lot of revisions on it to make sure it was what I wanted (and hopefully something everyone can enjoy!)

Mike Schmidt, you have my heart and I will re-watch FNAF a thousand more times before the 2nd comes out.

（づ￣3￣）づ╭🩵～🤍

after two fluff's in a row obviously i was returning to my sinful ways, duh

[bartimaeus]

Do you remember that day in 1901 When we fled to the South Downs The sound of the sea and the smell of wildflowers And you were all mine For that day You were all mine And we were free

[sillygoofyqueer]

Can you guys tell that I've been listening to musicals recently The School Song from Matilda the Musical but it's the other sects going to Lotus Pier for a year, and the Jiang Sect disciples are trying to freak them out (and pull them into the lakes) while also trying to warn them about Madam Yu. Wei Wuxian would take the role of the lead prefect, of course, and maybe Lan Wangji being like "are we going to start learning now?" with Nie Huaisang being the one who's like "why? 🥺" Madam Yu would obviously be Trunchbull.

[wigglesdtuff]

[gingersnapwolves]

The Double + Onion Headlines (3/??)

[goatswamp]

Behold: The Emeritus brothers..... and copia

So since i liked the copia sketch a little bit too much i just had to draw all of them. I can't be stopped i WILL furry-fie everyone that crosses my path