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🗣️ he's falling into the depths of the darkness
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arsonist-chicken · 22 hours
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Duolingo is out, the new method of learning a language is your word document suddenly deciding to switch the menu and toolbar to Swedish, and then only partly back to German.
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torturedpoetdean · 2 days
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GREAT day for me personally because i love synth pop and have a complicated relationship with matty healy
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delicatethunders · 6 months
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Divine.
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lesbianviolet · 1 year
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pirategrime · 2 years
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laulo821 · 7 months
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do you think spirits dream of heaven
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yrsonpurpose · 2 months
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NICHOLAS GALITZINE as GEORGE VILLIERS Mary & George (2024) NOW TV // Trailer
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agtavio · 6 months
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who we really are
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seasononesam · 4 months
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Stackednatural- 137/327
The Things We Left Behind (10x09) December 9th, 2014
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bratphilia · 6 months
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the flip side (m. schmidt x reader x w. afton)
note: remember that mike fic i wrote where i mentioned his voyeurism kink? here we go.
pairing: mike schmidt x reader x steve raglan / william afton
tags: bondage/restraints (both m/f receiving), gagging (m receiving), cuckolding/voyeurism, doggy style, spanking, dubcon, dom!william, sub!reader + mike
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mike awoke to a low whistling sound. the last thing he remembers is dreaming the same dream he's been having his entire life, except this time, instead of ghost children leaving cryptic messages for him, all he could hear was your voice in the distance crying out to him for help. when his eyes opened and he gained consciousness, he found himself in a nightmare beyond anything he's ever experienced in his sleep before.
it was you, blindfolded, completely stripped nude and handcuffed, laying on your stomach on an old mattress on the floor. he seemed to be in a dark basement. before he could think he tried to call out your name and lunge himself towards you, but he was halted realizing he was gagged by a cloth and restrained around his chest and wrists. he was completely powerless.
"ah, good," a cheery, oddly familiar voice calls, "you're finally awake."
steve raglan, his fucking job counsellor, steps into his line of vision. "we almost got started without you."
mike wanted to demand what the hell was going on, but he can only punctuate it by wriggling aggressively in his restraints. steve only laughs at his helplessness.
"you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?" steve asks rhetorically, and mike had no idea what he's referring to, but he has an inkling it has to do with freddy's, because what else could this be about? "so i decided to take something from you." he gestures toward you. your eyes are squeezed shut with tears rolling down your face. mike looks at you pitifully. he hates to see you cry, especially now that he can't do anything about it.
"as you may have guessed by now," steve rambles on, starting to unbutton his shirt and strip himself from his trousers, "i'm going to use your little girlfriend, and you're going to watch. completely powerless to stop it."
you begin to sob. "no...! please, don't..."
"shut the fuck up!" steve's tone switches so easily. he walks over to you and grabs you by your cheeks and bends down to your level, whispering something mike can't hear, but you obviously don't like the sound of it as more tears run down your face.
steve turns to address mike again. "now, any preferred positions?"
mike only blinks. did he really just fucking ask him that?
"oh, wait!" steve laughs, like him being gagged and unable to answer is the funniest thing in the world.
"she sure is gorgeous. you picked a good one," steve comments, making mike's blood boil. no one should call you that, only him. "let's see... what about you, princess?"
you sniff. "just... get it over with." mike's heart breaks slightly at your lack of resistance, but he understands that steve is probably going to kill you if you don't submit to him.
steve frowns. "well that's no fun."
he walks around the mattress, observing you, while you bury your face into the cushiony surface, embarrassed. "i think i'll make this easy for you two. i'll just take you from behind, sweet girl."
"mmph!" mike cries out against the cloth. he's violently rattling against the restraints, desperate to break free.
steve just chuckles at his futile attempt. "don't hurt yourself, kid."
he kneels down on the mattress and adjusts you to his liking: bent on your stomach so your ass is in the air. steve immediately sticks his cock inside of you and doesn't even give you a grace period to adjust.
something inside mike's stomach stirs. it's a... pleasurable feeling. but one he can't relieve, so it's even more so frustrating.
you cry out loudly. grasping desperately at the fabric of the mattress but your grip keeps coming loose due to the rough physicality of which steve is handling you in.
"please!" you practically scream. "please, i can't take it!"
steve just laughs, almost evilly. "you hear that mike? hear your girl beggin' for me?"
mike lets out a grunt. he can feel his pants tightening. as much as he hates to admit it, he's getting aroused off of this.
the room is filled with the noises of skin slapping, steve's grunts and groans paired with incessant moaning. it was all overwhelming to mike. he shut his eyes, trying to block off the tirade of steve's praises — his 'good girl's, 'yes baby's, 'take it for daddy's, and so on — and tries to focus on the noises tumbling uncontrollably from your mouth. he starts bucking his hips to create friction by rubbing his dick against the fabric of his pants.
mike doesn't realize it but muffled, quiet whimpering noises are coming from him. however, steve notices.
"oh, you sick fuck. you like that, huh? like watching a stranger fucking your girlfriend, huh?" steve asks with a wide smile on his face. then he grips you by your hair so you can look at him. "look at him, sweetheart. see how pathetic he is? he's getting off to this."
fuck, your eyes. mike comes from that alone. he stops bucking his hips and just watches you listlessly, in true post-orgasm-clarity fashion. steve's grunts grow louder and more ravenous, until he eventually reaches his own orgasm. he pulls out of you and spills his seed all over your lower body. steve sits down on his knees at the edge of the mattress while you lay there, crying and shaking.
"i might have to keep you two," he says, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
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pempempemto · 8 months
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well. uh. y
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greelin · 20 days
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it’s not that deep but it is funny that my blood type can give to like everyone meanwhile i can only receive from very few……. Fitting. in a way.
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lyctor · 2 months
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homolobotomized · 8 months
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u ever think about how mihawk is present for some of zoro's gayest moments
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