I'VE MOVED!
I felt like I needed a fresh start with Mike, so taking advantage of the upcoming season of Graceland, I have decided to move to a new blog. _______________________________
You can find me here!
I'VE MOVED!
I felt like I needed a fresh start with Mike, so taking advantage of the upcoming season of Graceland, I have decided to move to a new blog. _______________________________
You can find me here!
I'VE MOVED!
I felt like I needed a fresh start with Mike, so taking advantage of the upcoming season of Graceland, I have decided to move to a new blog. _______________________________
You can find me here!
I'VE MOVED!
I felt like I needed a fresh start with Mike, so taking advantage of the upcoming season of Graceland, I have decided to move to a new blog. _______________________________
You can find me here!
I'VE MOVED!
I felt like I needed a fresh start with Mike, so taking advantage of the upcoming season of Graceland, I have decided to move to a new blog. _______________________________
You can find me here!
#indie rp#open rp#indie roleplay#indie rpg#independent rp#whispers if you could all follow my new blog i'd be forever grateful!#also i'd love you if you could reblog it to spread the word although i'm gonna queue some of these posts but still#and heh heh i changed the url! *is proud*#also needless to say the gifs aren't mine!
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Mike in “Hair of the Dog”
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I'm good! I'm good. Freaking out a little bit because finals are coming and I'm not doing much yet so I should probably start worrying about those, but other than that I'm alright!!! Just missing Mikey and everyone around here (and that includes you/Ade/each one of your muses) <3
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Graceland TV season 2, episode 1 - Emily Rose and Aaron Tveit love scene.
whispers hai i've been in madrid for the past two days which is why i've been absent again but i'm around!!!! hello!!!!! does anyone want to do a thing?
And just like that, ten years had gone to waste and they were there again, the cool guy and the outcast, in the middle of — yes, he had gotten that part right — hell.
Except now he didn’t have his thugs having his back, and she was more than willing to take advantage of that. The smirk on her lips faded soon enough — he knew her all too well, knew exactly where to strike to get something more than anger out of her, and that was reason a-hundred-and-twelve why she hated herself. She had tried hard to reach that state of nirvana where he couldn’t hurt her, where his were nothing but lazy attempts at poking her attention — but no, of course she couldn’t be granted such a privilege.
Some days it felt like everything fought against her, like her whole psyche wanted to revolve around Mike, as if he was the sun in her own private solar system. Even her body betrayed her, the crook of her neck heaving lightly, tiny droplets of sweat coming out of drunkenness and rage peeking on her temples. Everything screamed that she was going to lose the war, but fuck it if she wasn’t winning the battle.
“Oh, I am happy”, she whispered, and for a second she regretted stepping closer – she should have known he would make her dizzy again, like a nuclear radiation exploding all around. “At least now I can see you what a pathetic moron you’ve become. And I see it everyday”. Words kept slithering out of her lips, yet they were nothing close to the kind of lethal weapon she wanted.
The more she looked at him (confident, tough, as if nothing could break him – of course, he wasn’t the one with the trust issues, poor little Mikey, nobody understands him) , the more her knuckles turned white, and the more she had to keep herself from digging her nails into his neck and cut some vital vein. An ache burned at the top of her stomach, and she wasn’t sure whether it was rage, or alcohol, or that fucked up part of her that still could get aroused by that. All she knew was that she felt sick. Sick of those endless fights and trying to make up just by getting more pissed – and sick of that smirk he kept showing off, sick of his words, sick of the reactions they could cause, sick of the pain, and the lies, and—
—and then she slapped him. Before she could tell herself no, fuck it, that’s not how you prove you’re not jealous, before she could even process his provocation, her hand had flown to his cheek like it belonged there, leaving the imprint wide and red on his face.
An unperceivable change on her face made her smugness disappeared, for a second almost ashamed of what she had done. She had never meant to, no, okay, maybe she had wanted to do for a while but…it was that thought again, the thought of him having someone else, even if she had used the same weapon on him so many times…it drove her insane. It made her blood boil and her thoughts get blurry, and for a second she almost believed she could cry right there and come clean about it all but ah, no, there was no way she was going to give up now. “Shut up”, she spelled out, and the smirk was there once more. “You are nothing. Stop acting like you rule the world, you’re pathetic. And you disgust me”.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a voice reminded her that now she was going to hate herself way more than she could ever hate him.
He had this. He was winning--he was so winning he could almost taste the victory. Her façade was starting to crack very slowly, just like he had predicted, and he could not be happier about it. Or, at least, that's what he was telling himself. Maybe he just wanted to keep convinced that this was the right thing to do, at least for as long as the fight lasted.
From the moment he managed to bring back the smirk, Mike no longer needed to try hard to keep it on his face. Sometimes it was as if he turned into a completely different person when he argued with Morgan--he knew he was not a naturally evil person, nor someone who enjoyed purposefully hurting others, but it felt oddly right with her. He, on the sensitive part of his mind, had reached the conclusion that it was probably because that was the only way to get anything at all from her, fighting; but he was reluctant to stick to that belief and instead just kept convincing himself that this was just what he needed to do. Hurt her, make her surrender to you. She needs you, just make her admit it.
The words she said, purposefully filled with hatred and anger exclusively towards him, caused Mike to let out a bitter laugh, raising his eyebrows at her. Well, if calling him a pathetic moron was all she had he had definitely won again. It was long since he got used to her insults and her mean words, so long that he had already gotten used to it and was no longer affected by them. In all truth, Mike was mostly numb when it came to nearly any kind of comment she could say to him. They had gone through every different kind of fight at least three times, and they kept coming and coming.
"Come on, Morg. Something tells me you couldn't live without this moron. Could you?" He inquired, tilting his head and allowing his smile to grow wider, just to tease her. "Just admit it. You need me. You can't live without me, and highschool was hell because I was against you." She wanted to play that game, bring back highschool memories? Well, too bad. That was forbidden territory for Mike and, now that they had both gotten themselves into that mess, there was no possible way out. The only choice he had now was twisting his own memories into the reality she had created--that he left her behind, that he really never liked her, that he always tried to make her life a living hell as a teenager. "You think you're gonna get back at me for all those years by whoring around with other men and you comfort yourself thinking I will care, when the truth is I couldn't give a fuck about you and it's you who's jeal--"
What happened next? Mike really should have seen it coming. They had fought plenty of times and it was often that their heated arguments ended up like this. He didn't, though, and he considered this as point against him--which meant she was winning now.
But he wasn't gonna let her win. Not again. Not tonight.
His hands landed on her shoulders almost unconsciously, staying dangerously near her neck and circled around her collarbones as he smashed her back against the nearest wall. There was fear in her eyes as he got closer to her and, although the first two seconds were like torture for him, who hated himself for what he was doing, that alter ego who was always around whenever they fought did not take much longer to make a new appearance. "What the hell are you doing?" he screamed, holding her in place--not meaning to actually hurt her but firmly enough to show her he was not going to let go of her any soon. "Stop fucking around! Stop pretending you don't need me because you fucking need me!" His voice became louder as he spoke, and with high volume came sounding like he needed her, too, so he forced himself to stop. His chest was heaving and his heart was pounding, but he wasn't done. Oh, no, he had only started.
With ragged breaths and a now breathy voice, he managed to whisper huskily this time. "Just say it, Morg," he challenged her. "Say you need me." Mike was convinced that he knew about this already, but then again, he couldn't help but craving for those words leaving her mouth. He was openly desperate now, solely focusing on her--so much that he had not even noticed the way his body was ridiculously close to hers and his length was starting to feel uncomfortable inside his pants.
Not that he would have wanted to notice--noticing would've meant making it public, and making it public would mean giving more points to her.
But she wasn't going to win. She couldn't win.
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Possession {Mike + Gabbie}
Her eyes softened when her gaze settled on her dominant’s face, such a welcome sight and she could feel that familiar heat coiling inside of her belly. She never really realized how much she ached for him until she was right here, face to face and seeing him after a long week. She bit her lip, knowing he didn’t really care for that term, and normally she would argue simply for the sake of being punished, but she could tell by his tone he was serious. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she murmured, her apology true and sincere, since they both know he wouldn’t get that again, not for the rest of the weekend anyway.
She bit her lip, watching his fingers curl around that leather collar she loved to wear for him. Nothing made her feel more safe than when he put that collar around her thin neck, the weight of the leather heavy against her skin, it was comforting in so many ways. “My week wasn’t bad…work was work, but it wasn’t too stressful, just…shockingly normal, but yeah, everything is fine.” She smiled softly at Mike, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and touch him, brush her fingers against his skin. “Can I kiss you please, Sir,” she finally asked, her teeth dragging across her full bottom lip as she looked at him with pleading eyes.
The way Gabbie didn't want to delve much in the answer to the question he had asked her showed Mike that she was probably just as eager as he was to get to the point. After all, they only got to do this two days a week, so it was only fair that they didn't waste any time when the time came. With a noncommittal hum, the young man nodded as his glance remained stuck on hers. "That's good," he merely said. Having her ask him for a kiss almost caught him by surprise, until he remembered those were pretty much their guidelines and what they had agreed to do. He didn't mind at all, and he smiled at her again, warmly. "Yes," he finally said, bringing her closer by her hands and only moving away to close the door behind them. "Come here," he invited her, then tilted his head enough to allow his own lips to meet hers, kissing her eagerly.
Of course, that kiss was the only thing he needed for his breath to become more rushed and his heart to start pounding, and proof of that was the way he was now literally clinging to Gabbie, arms tightly wrapped around her as he attacked her with his mouth, not wanting to let go of her. He did have other plans, though, but giving her this initial anticipation always gave great results in the end. She became eager, almost needy, and he loved that about her. Especially when she would be forced to fight for what she wanted to get.
"Someone missed me," he joked around as soon as he pulled away and sucked in a lungful of air, eyebrows raised as he smirked. The only intention of these comments was to make the situation more casual and comfortable for the two of them, sure, but it was always fun to see the way she reacted. "Here," Mike added, stepping towards the table where the collar was and grabbing it to show it to her, "we're gonna put this on your neck," he commanded, still in a soft tone. As he approached her, he grabbed his hand one more time and led her straight to his bedroom. "But first, make yourself at home, please. Take off your clothes. And make it nice," he aimed her, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms as he watched her.
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Sawyer took a deep breath, positively beaming up at Mike, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Yes, sir,” she murmured, allowing her hands to inch up his thighs, fingertips digging into his hips. “Would like that a lot, sir. Do my best to please you, sir.” The brunette wriggled a little in place, rising up higher and digging her fingers into his hips a little more as she did so. “Can do this. Know I can already. Want your hands in my hair soon as I prove it, please, feels nice. Always so gentle with me until you start pulling and just— Fuck.” It was one of her favourite things, the sharp contrast between the gentle way his hands combed through her hair and the way he tugged at her locks.
Finally, she was shifting, holding his gaze as she took his cock into her mouth. She paused only for a moment, and then she was allowing her eyes to drift shut as she moved forward. It took little effort to get her throat to relax, and the moment his cock had slid into place, she whimpered and swallowed around him. Whatever got her the most praise, whatever got her fucked faster— she was willing to do that right now.
If it had not been because the words that were leaving her mouth were just as dirty as her actions, he would have probably asked her to shut up and just keep sucking. Whenever Sawyer spoke, however, her voice and the things she said to him only helped making the whole situation way more arousing for him, if that was possible. It was also clear that she enjoyed talking like this, that she just liked being bossed around, so he felt it was a win/win situation.
And right now, he was definitely winning. Her lips were still around his cock, and she was now doing her best to satisfy his desires and requests, pushing his shaft down her throat without much effort and doing what she could do best. Her actions quickly managed to drag groans out of Mike, whose hands were soon enough back on her head and pushing it slowly, starting up a nice pace to fuck her face. She didn't complain or fight him, just sat there and sucked, coughing every now and then, attempting to catch her breath even with his cock inside her mouth and drooling all over the place--one of the things he liked the most. "Fuc--good girl," he praised her, smiling breathlessly as he decided to reluctantly let her go, pushing her back by the shoulders and watching her clumsily stumble backwards a little. "God, you have a wonderful throat," he stated once he had gained some of his breath back and as he watched as she did the same thing.
"Stand up," he commanded, but he didn't give her much of a choice for, as soon as he spoke, he was already grabbing her by the arm and dragging her against the nearest wall, facing it and giving her back to him. "It's time for your reward," he announced, smirking at her as he dropped some lazy kisses over the crook of her neck and bit her lightly on the shoulder when he reached it. "I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, and if I like it I might even listen to you," he explained. "Should I just fuck you? Should I just use my fingers, or my mouth? Or maybe some of your toys? Should I fuck your ass?" Mike suggested, eyebrows raising with a feeling of expectation. "Speak," he urged Sawyer, slapping her ass hard enough to make her squirm and leave a red mark of his hand that faded quickly.