*watches A Fictional Man Bloody, Bruised, Beaten, And Dying* Ahh Yes The Female Gaze

HERE I GO!!!!!

younger brother’s trick

getting ready for a bar date❤️

thinking abt how jinx told sevika she gave silco his injections because "he was a big crybaby and didn't want to do it himself." thinking abt how we know silco has given himself his injections plenty of times without issue. thinking abt how silco took in a little girl who could never do anything right, who could never be trusted with anything important because she'd fuck it up, who was a jinx, and told her "I trust you enough to put this needle in my eye." thinking abt how vulnerable of a position silco put himself in just to make jinx feel safe and loved.

I wonder how many new Queen fans had a stroke when they found out John wrote Misfire.

idk there’s just something about this dude

Rick’s lip trembled. Rick Sanchez. His LIP TREMBLED.

That’s it. Send post.

AoT Sketches

Could you maybe write a fic where Mike and reader are both super desperate and needy for each other. It’s days since they’ve had sex because of his job

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

note: omg. literally obsessed with this ask. even though this is short, i really like it!! i hope u do too :)

You woke up to feather light kisses being pressed into the right side of your neck, and a very prominent bulge against your ass. You crack your eyes open to read the time on the digital clock as 4:30am. 

“G’morning, baby.” You hear Mike's gruff voice in your ear. Mike's fingers trail down the side of your body, and back up again; teasing you. “Missed you.” He continues as he slides one of his warm hands under your shirt, making his way up to your breasts. 

“How was work?” You groggily ask, still waking up. Mike takes one of your breasts in his hand, kneading it and your back arches against Mike's front as he lies on his side against you. Mike pinches your nipple and you let out a soft breath, clenching your legs as Mike's hands work on you. It’s been so long since Mike has touched you like this. Too long.

“It was okay. Thought about you the whole time.” Mike whispers in your ear as he moves his hand now to your other breast, giving it equal attention. You move one of your hands behind you to Mike’s bulge, palming it through his boxers. He lets out a low moan in your ear and you respond with one of your own. 

“Thought about you too.” You say, sucking in a shaky breath as the hand that was once on your breasts, now dips into the waistband of your panties. He dips his finger into your entrance, collecting some of the wetness that has accumulated there. He brings his now lubricated finger up to your clit and starts to rub slow, agonizing circles. 

“Yeah? What’d you think about, baby?’ Mike teases softly. You follow Mike's lead and reach your hand inside his boxers to slowly stroke his cock. He twitches in your hand and you hear him whine at the stimulation.

“Thought about you touching me.” You whine. “I thought about how much I miss feeling you inside me.” Mike bucks his hips into your hand at your words, and you can hear him softly panting behind you. He starts to rub your clit faster and you run your thumb over the tip of Mike's cock, collecting some of his precum.

“God, I just want to fuck you until you can’t walk.” Mike whines, knowing that you can’t make too much noise with Abby sleeping in the other room. Mike slides two of his fingers into you and he begins to pump them in and out of you faster than you had expected. Your legs shake at the sudden intrusion and you throw your head back against Mike’s chest.

“It’s been so long since I've felt you around me. Since I’ve filled you up.” Mike continues and you can hear the restraint in his tone. You continue to stroke Mike's cock, stroking it at the same pace his fingers move in and out of you. It all feels too good, finally having Mike’s hands on you instead of your own. 

“M’gonna cum Mike. Please.” You mewl and Mike adds a third finger, stretching you out perfectly. You drop your jaw in a silent scream and Mike resumes pressing kisses into the side of your neck.

“Me too, sweetheart. Please, I wanna feel you cum around my fingers.” Mike begs and you cum with a sudden shout, resulting in Mike placing his free hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. You feel Mike cum as well, the sticky substance coating your fingers as you stroke him through his orgasm. 

“Round two when Abby leaves for school?” Mike asks after a minute or so of you two catching your breath, and you can’t nod your head quicker.

Long time not drawn a Kris - and I had a nice pose ref