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beneaththetangles · 7 months
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First Impression: Migi & Dali
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It’s December 1989 and elderly couple Youko and Osamu Sonoyama are looking to adopt a child. At the Soramame House orphanage, there are many kiddos to pick from, but one, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy named Hitori, stands out from the rest. Of course, they adopt him and bring him home with all his stuff. However, when left alone, we see that it was buy one get one free day at Soramame as “Hitori” is an IDENTICAL TWIN. Together the two boys, named Migi and Dali (Which means “Right” and “Left” in Japanese) manage to convince our old couple that they are, in fact, one person; either through complex under-table maneuvers during meals, or working in unison during baking and hanging out with their adoptive father. However, these doppelganger dudes have seemingly ulterior motives…what could they possibly be planning and what is the meaning behind the button they possess?
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dearcarmine · 1 month
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sleep remedy
: ̗̀➛ pairing; mike schmidt + afab reader
: ̗̀➛ tags; smut { handjob, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie }
: ̗̀➛ summary; mike has had long shifts all week and he needs help sleeping. you two have been closer lately and he finds his solution through you.
: ̗̀➛ a/n; 1.5k this was a collab with me and my best friend !! this is just something i’ve been craving for a hot minute..
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six-thirty am. mike slid off his vest and tossed it into the backseat before getting into his car. it was more of a night dreaming than doing his actual job. the wind hit his hair unevenly as multiple cars passed, likely on their way to an early job as he finished his. his eyes laid tired as he drove home, wanting nothing more than to lay in his bed, asleep.
once he arrived home, he walked straight into his bedroom, checking briefly to see if abby was asleep herself. he felt too tired to care about anything else other than the sleep he so desperately craved.
before mike could even touch the end of his bed, the doorbell rang, he groaned as he walked out his bedroom and towards the ring. once he opened the door, his eyes met yours. “what are you doing here?” mike asked tiredly.
“i brought you a sandwich, i figured you might be hungry from your shift,” you replied. you sat the bag you held around your wrist down on the small dining table. you’d been a little tired from waking up early to help mike out. there were times he’d forget to eat dinner and make due with abby’s stashed candy.
”thank you,” he spoke as he sat down and unwrapped the sandwich; it was a cold combo of turkey and pepper jack. as he took a bite, you rummaged the fridge for some drinks. “she’s asleep?” you asked him, eyeing a couple of beers. “yeah, the babysitter left a bit early.” your eyes darted towards him with a small smile, “you know i’d offer and take time to watch her, mike. all you have to do—“
”i don’t wanna bother, but thanks. you don’t have work, do you?” 
you sat with him and twisted the bottle caps, sliding the glass over. “no, why?”
he chewed and swallowed for a moment, his eyes closing in on a single spot on the table. “uneasy. can you sleep here tonight?” another smile formed on your lips as he spoke. you gave a nod, knowing that if you hadn’t, you would’ve slept over anyways.
mike leaned back in the chair, sparing you a piece of the sandwich. he took a swig of beer and cleared his throat, “you can take the bedroom.” your brows furrowed confusingly, “no, it’s fine.” you didn’t mind the couch, but his courtesy evoked flattery from you. deprived from proper hours, he grabbed his beer, sat himself on the couch, and huffed at the impact.
your first thought was to sit with him and stay there until he slept, which eventually he would. you sat yourself next to him and watched as he turned on the sports program he downloaded. he was too tired during the day that he needed to save things however he could and experience them later. even the way his breath fell from his lips felt tired, but you didn't want to comment on it.
“shit..abby gets up in a few hours and i need to—”
“just watch tv. i'll deal with abby and the school, you just stay here and relax,” you spoke over him. your fingers started on his head, trying to relax him calmly. he shut his eyes and kept his head down.
mike’s head soon reached your shoulder and he let out a sigh. he turned his face and looked up at you, “thank you.”
you nodded and smiled, continuing to run your hands in his hair, combing it back gently. halftime on the screen ended and your mind retraced to abby, yet the sensation of mike’s hair in between your fingers fuels your mind instead. his eyes fell back on the screen, trying to doze off to the sound of players grunting and whistles blowing. you couldn’t understand it, but he was the type to fall asleep to sounds most annoying to man. your grasp tightens on his brown strands, curling them and tugging lightly. from his lips fell a small whimper, just loud enough to hear and make the atmosphere a bit awkward.
it wasn’t your intention, but what you did evoked a small smile on your face. he adjusted his position and felt your nails soothe the area you tugged at. “tired?” you asked him.
“i’m so fucking exhausted,” he muttered lowly.
your available hand reached over to his other side and grabbed the remote, turning the volume up a bit. “your pills, are they helping?” you questioned. they were over-the-counter, hardly reliable. he tried anything he could to sleep; to dream. he shook his head and started dragging it slowly into your lap. you moved your hand down to his face, thumbing small circles onto his cheek. he needed help sleeping.
mike turned his head and faced your stomach, giving small groans. you felt the vibrations of his tiredness as his lips connected to your thighs. “mike..” you spoke softly; you were unsure of where he was going, but sure what you wanted. he placed his hand down on the couch and lifted himself up to face you directly, “the pills don't work, this will work.” your hand came up to his face and his eyes roamed you needily.
“baby..”
“mike..” his breathing got heavier just from his name leaving your mouth. another look in his eyes and you gave in. your lips connected with his and your hands went to his shoulder and hair. small moans escaped his mouth and into yours. your knee moved to the other side of his waist as you straddled his lap. his jeans grew tighter as he got hard and you could feel it. your hips grinding down onto his pants make him stutter, “please..c’mon, please.” your hands trailed up his chest and one up his neck and held his cheek. his hands left your waist and lowered to his belt. he unlooped it and tossed it completely away from the couch.
“i need you, y/n, please.” his pleads fueled you to the extent of taking off your shirt and your shorts. you sat on him, half naked, and waiting for his jeans to be pulled down. he struggled with his boxers, his desperate hands clawing at the top band. once he got them down, you took a moment to admire and almost stare at his bulge. his dick hit his stomach adorned with his happy trail you loved oh so much. “how bad do you need it?” you teased him, running your thumb along his tip. his mouth breathed out no words as he took in the pleasure of your touch. when you asked again, he looked up at your face and nodded, “please..really bad.”
your hand took in his cock, slowly guiding along as your head bent down to see what you were doing, as much a you loved seeing his face scrunch with pleasure, the sight of his hips bucking for more as better. he hisses when you tighten your hold, causing your eyes to rise, “you can’t handle it, baby? what’ll happen when you fill me up?” you mocked him lightly and kissed his cheek.
“so close..” he bit down on his pink lips and his lashes flickered up at you, practically begging for release. your mouth hung open, tucking your tongue back and dropping spit onto his cock. your fingers slicked around him and eluded pretty low moans from his mouth. once your movements stopped, those moans turned to whines for your touch. your hips lifted off and above his lap, hovering over him. “here,” you spoke, moving your hand on top of his and guiding it to the waistband of your panties. your fingers maneuvered his to slide them to the side, revealing your pussy and making him more than eager.
positioning yourself onto him, mike groaned and bucked his hips, begging silently for you to move. the loss of friction distanced his orgasm; “c’mon, just–” his hands gripped onto your waist, clawing at the skin and forcing your pussy down around his cock. hips moving forward and back, rising up a bit, you made him bite his lip to suppress his moans. your hands rest on his chest as your lips snake to his ear, smoothing over the flesh with your teeth and biting down gently. another moan escaped his mouth, but this time more vulgar and high pitched. his whimpered echoed through the house, “shh,” your palm closed in on his mouth.
your hand slowly moved down his face, “tell me what you need, baby,” you cooed. “inside, please—don’t move from right here, please.”
your hands settled back on his shoulders, riding him until your legs gave out and he came inside you.
his mess slid with your hips as you moved along him, cumming on his lap and slapping your thighs down for more of him. “mhm..” he groaned, holding the small of your back. your movements stopped as he gently slapped your ass.
his lap raised and lifted your body off of him. “you gonna sleep now?” you ask, moving your hand along his cock and teasing the sensitive tip. his body shuddered under your touch and his breath got heavier until you stopped.
the two of you got clothed and laid back on the couch, panting heavily and stimulated, apparent from the crotches of your clothing being slightly damp and hot.
you laid with mike for the night, finally relieved he’d get the sleep he needed.
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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months
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When the smut writing gets smutty so you gotta hit the invisible camera with that
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pink-mask-06 · 9 months
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Alex: *standing outside holding a sign that says "marry me?" *
Josh: oh my god YES!!
Alex: no, tell Ava!!
Josh: AVA I'M MARRYING YOUR BOYFRIEND
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orangeinecstasy · 6 months
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inhaler bf thoughts please please please please🙏
an: AAAHHH YES IVE BEEN WAITING TO DO THIS!!! had to do ryan first because i love him so much.
ryan bf thoughts ฺ。*:・
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quality time!! he will 100% just pop over to your place so that he can be around you. he doesn’t care if you’re just sitting on the couch as long as he’s with you
move dates! can totally see him wanting to try out different theaters and maybe even a drive in. also you totally make him watch the 1996 romeo and juliet OMG AND WHIPLASH!
#1 passenger princess. he doesn’t care that you’re the one that can drive he loves it
spa days were you guys do face masks
soooo many pictures of you on his phone. we all know and love his random aesthetic instagram stories and you’d be all over them
park dates
late night music sessions where he constantly asks your opinion on lyrics or how something sounds
songs dedicated to you at shows - would put out when i’m with you from the vault just to play it for you
constantly sending you songs that remind him of you
definitely have some sort of couples item like a matching necklace or ring. but it’s something simple like a silver chain or a small band. nothing too crazy that screams i’m matching with my partner
going back to the romeo and juliet part - definitely did a couples costume based off of their party outfit
definitely soft launched the relationship. he just wants to feel like yours and his and not another third parties
definitely wants to be the little spoon after a long day. you make him feel safe and happy and he wants to be fully engulfed in that comfort
reading together
wearing each other's clothes. because he's a short king you both can totally swap clothes super easy
sending him edits you find of him on TikTok - i KNOW he thinks they're super funny and secretly LOVESSS them
calls you before every show when you're not there
museum dates-- i feel like he would want to go to an art museum most of the time, but you would drag him to a science one at least for one of the dates
baking together-- he always tries to eat the cookie dough and you always tell him he'll get sick
painting your nails together
can 100% see him wearing a ring of yours on a chain around his neck. maybe your claddagh to be a bit cheeky
when he's sitting next to you he definitely will drum on you thigh or tap his fingers against to some rhythm that's stuck in his mind
dancing in the kitchen together late at night
such a big words of affirmation guy
music store dates where you guys try out interments and pick up a few new records
so so so many coffee shop dates
wine tasting in italy
an: the other three guys bf thoughts are already in the works. i wasn't sure if i should be a nsfw section for inhaler's but lmk if you guys would be interested in that!
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the-hype-on-tv · 3 days
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imagine
the year is 201something, there's this band that's just starting to grow, you decide to write a silly little story where they're younger and in love
and then 2024 comes and tyler joseph himself acknowledges this fic in a friggin instagram story
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joshualunacreations · 3 months
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Happy Lunar New Year! In our house, we’re jokingly calling it the Luna New Year. I’m proud and excited to announce that my partner, Alexis, is about to publish her debut novel! LOVE IN THE OCCULT TRAUMATIC is a paranormal romance set for digital release on March 1st. I provided the cover art for the characters, and Alexis and I worked on the cover design together. Here’s what the story is about:
𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.
Heidi Bauer would give anything to not be able to read people’s memories. Yet every time she sees blood, she loses consciousness and gets a glimpse into the private inner worlds of the wound’s owner, tracing through the events that caused the injury—with frightening precision.
She can’t tell anyone this, of course. It’s bad enough that she has severe PTSD and hemophobia, but unexplained magical powers as well? She’d rather spiral into jobless poverty than admit the truth and risk getting locked up in some kind of mental institution.
That is, until she meets the handsome and caring Dr. Bùi Đức Khiêm. Despite Heidi’s intentions of telling no one her secret, she finds herself opening up to the psychiatrist better than her own therapist—in more ways than one.
And yet, while Dr. Khiêm may not have any powers, he’s hiding secrets of his own. So when a mysterious figure starts to stalk Heidi in pursuit of her hidden gift, it isn’t just her safety that’s threatened, but Khiêm’s too. Together, Heidi and Khiêm learn that not all wounds are visible—and healing them may cost one of their lives.
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀: 𝐴 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. — Just a warning, it’s steamy! So if you’re interested, know someone who would be, or even if neither apply, we would really appreciate it if you could spread the word about the book and help find readers. It’s been a joy to witness Alexis’ journey through the years, from a CPA working for one of the big four accounting firms to pursuing her talent and passion as a novelist. Although I sometimes feel a little guilty for inspiring her with my comic book career—the path of following your dreams is definitely not easy. But Alexis’ fire gave me the gift of helping reignite my own fire, especially when there have been many people throughout my journey who’ve tried to snuff it out. So in this year of the dragon, let’s remember to protect those dreams and the inner fires that fuel them. 🐉
Alexis set up a FB and Tumblr page, so feel free to check them out, say hi, and give her a follow!
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freak-accident419 · 15 days
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no cause i rush myself to finish a fic that i teased/announced before because i’m always afraid that out of nowhere some other author is going to post a really well-written smut before i get to post mine and like the concept and plot is SO uncannily similar and you think that they did better writing than yours so now you rely on the count of your notes for your writing’s worth
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Shiro (to me): Teacher's pet coded rebellious child who wants to be a class clown
Lance: Class clown coded teacher's pet who wants to be the rebellious child
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hamartia-grander · 1 year
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I have read too many simarkus fics where Simon is this big blushy mess who can't handle even the slightest flirting and casts his eyes down when Markus looks at him and can't like function if Markus is near him. No no. It would be so difficult to embarrass Simon or throw him off balance.
Markus fell into Jericho and immediately said "damn bitch u live like this" to which Simon smoothly replied "my bad lemme book wanted and hunted deviants a nice private 5 star hotel I'm sure that'd be safer, asshole" and moved on. Simon stared at Markus in the eyes on Stratford Tower, gun pointed to his head, and said "there's always a choice." Simon repeatedly got in between Josh and North's disputes. Simon was hugged so tenderly by Markus and hugged him back, full force. Simon at times expressed cynicism to rival North's. Simon heard Markus start singing as they were all rounded up and held at gunpoint and looked at him like "wow this bitch really is stupid". Simon gets mad if Markus fails to take down the drone during Spare Parts and falls because Simon tries to help him up but Markus brushes him off. Simon looks Markus in the eyes and says "ur literally our only hope lol good luck with that pressure", and then when Markus walks off Simon's face is like "my God he's really our only hope. We are maybe doomed". Simon actively Doesn't Say Shit when Markus makes a decision but will demand Markus leave the freedom march to preserve lives with no hesitation. Simon reminded Markus to hide his face during the Stratford speech. If Markus chooses to kill the Stratford guards and gets Simon shot he's all like "yeah no I'm fine, fuck you". Simon took one look at a shot and fallen North on their way off Jericho and said "it's too late for her Markus we gotta leave her and gtfo" and then proceeds to get mad if Markus actually does leave her behind. Simon fights like a ballerina and doesn't hesitate to vault off of humans or kill to protect. Simon is a capable bitch and I love him.
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beneaththetangles · 16 days
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First Impression: Tadaima, Okaeri
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To say that Masaki and Hiromu Fujiyoshi have an unusual relationship would be an insult to the word “unusual”…and it’s not because they’re both males. In this world, people are given the classification of being Alphas or Omegas, with Alphas seen as a higher social class than Omegas. Marriage between the two divisions is extremely rare, which makes the union of Alpha Masaki and Omega Hiromu pretty controversial, to say nothing of the two of them having a young child named Hikari. But they somehow made it work and moved to the suburbs to start their own lives as a family. Of course, they must deal with the stigma of being a “mixed couple” while trying to raise a prodigiously precocious toddler. How will these two guys be able to raise their precious bambino while living in a world where some believe they shouldn’t even be a couple? Cue the adorable shenanigans!
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ksbbb · 5 months
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WIP SNIPPET
Look, look. I don’t want to drive your ass around either, but I was told to and I can’t go back early because I might lose my head or my hand.” Josh gasps, and his eyes beg for help from Liam, who’s been waiting and trying to figure out why Josh is upset in the first place.
This is becoming more and more alarming the more Liam hears and knows about Theo, even though he can’t say he’s that surprised. He did watch him easily murder a werewolf last night.
Losing a hand over this seems extremely excessive though.
The more Josh becomes worried and waits for Liam’s response, the more Liam feels guilty at leaving him hanging.
He doesn’t need to have someone drive him three blocks, but Liam doesn’t want to cause any unfortunate hardship to Josh either.
“Okay. Fine. I have legs but if Theo wants to show off then fucken fine.” Liam growls, half ticked off that he has to subject himself to this kind of extravagant arrogance, but Josh smiles and he is relieved by him slowly relaxing.
“Oh trust me, this isn’t Theo showing off. Not even close.” Josh ruefully nods, getting in the car and looking back at Liam in a hopeful manner.
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oautincorrectquotes · 10 months
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Henry: I need some help dealing with a... problem, do you have any suggestions?
David: sword.
Henry:
Henry: Do you have any other suggestions??
David: bigger sword.
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pink-mask-06 · 10 months
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*in a line at Starbucks*
Josh: *walking up to Alex and holding his hand*
Josh: this line is crazy
Alex: ahem.......Josh?
Josh: *looks at him* you're not my wife
Jules: you're holding the wrong hand idiot
Josh: you're sure?
Alex and Jules: *nodding*
Josh: Well, I feel the need to complete this Starbucks experience with you now
Alex: I'm not paying for that
Josh: Never mind I'm going back to my wife
Jules: I'm not paying for that either!!
Ava: *at the front of the line*
Ava: Come hold my hand I'll buy you anything you want !!
Josh: *holds her hand*
Josh: Atleast someone cares about me
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im am... enraged :) at that interviewer :)
and as much as I appreciate the boys' maintaining social decorum, I really wish they could just tell every interviewer that brings up the same broke old takes to fuck off. or at least turn it back on them like, "why would you say that?", "what does that contribute?", "do you think I'd sit here and tolerate that about my friend?". fuck I'd hang up immediately. but Josh is too polite for that. I'm glad he got out of there.
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smokietaylor · 4 days
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New Fanfic Alert
Breaking and Entering (Mike Schmidt x Reader)
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Description: You find yourself at the Freddy Fazbear, photographing abandoned buildings has become a hobby of yours. You are given an opening to get inside the restaurant, somewhere you haven't been since you were a child. You enter, thinking that the building has remained unoccupied for years, until you meet the night shift security guard.
NSFW Content 18+ only Minors DNI
READ MORE HERE!!!
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