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DEVILSERPENT: 

There’s never really a rulebook on how to wish a happy birthday to a person who’s lived nine lives in one, but here goes. Cyrek, you’re one hell of a puzzle. When we started, it was like trying to defuse a bomb that could laugh — a lot of cursing, a ton of shouting, and wondering if we’d lose a hand. But hell, what a ride it’s been. Reflecting on where we started — a chaos of arguments and clash of wills — it’s almost surreal to see where we are now. Back then, I was more a walking weapon than a person, a life more of commands and missions than choices and freedom. You changed that. You didn’t just crash into my life; you blew the damn doors off. You saved me from a life where I was nothing more than a tool, a puppet. With you, I found a life where I could be more, where I could be me, even if it’s a version that scares the hell out of some. You gave me freedom, a voice, and a choice. Without you, I’d still be that puppet, a shadow of someone else’s making. You broke those strings, brought me out of that darkness, and showed me what real freedom and real life could be. 

And as a father? You’re not the kind they write about in parenting books, and thank the bloody fuck for that. You’re the dad who’s showing our kids how to be fiercely themselves. You’ve got a past, we both do, but you’re showing them — and me — every day that it doesn’t define us. You teach them to stand tall, to face the world with all its bullshit, and to never back down. You’re the dad they need, the one who understands struggle, survival, and strength. Married life with you has been a rollercoaster, and it was the best fucking decision I had ever made. One I’d line up for again and again. Despite the turbulence, the ups and downs, I’d say “I do” every damn time. You’ve been my partner in crime, my fellow warrior in this messed-up world. You’re the one constant in my ever-changing universe, and damn, I’m lucky to have you. The Bastards are bloody lucky to have you keeping them and their shite’s together, no matter what your brain tells you, you’ve done a lot of shite that helped a lot of people. Wounded as you might be by the unfairness that I still fucking wish I could mend, you are a savior. To say that I’m also proud would be an understatement. 

Happy birthday, Cyrek. You mean to me more than anything that has ever existed in my life. Know that without you I’d be so damn buried in shite I would never crawl myself out of. Heck, I don’t think I’d even be here still, at all. I want more years with you. More birthdays, more screaming, and more fucking in places we shouldn’t. More importantly, more of your heart, as I want to cradle it forever and breathe life to it as much as you breathe mine. I love you. Endlessly. Through storms and beyond. 

ps: Packing your presents ;)

@nxnbinarydracvla

[chanlix-honey]

The Attention You Deserve (I.N.)

WARNING: smut (+18), pet names, daddy kink, fingering, choking, crying, jeongin being a tease and we’re here for it, (light) degrading,,,meaning MINORS DNI!! Please and thank you!!!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: HAPPY ROCK-STAR DAY EVERYONE!!! In honor of the new album release, I have decided to post the full one shot I teased a few days ago. This is my first skz smut post!! Pls be gentle!

Read at your own risk! Again, minors DNI. Enjoy!

“Let’s play a game, hm?” he pulls off the blanket that’s covering your sex, and your pleasured smell pulsates the room. “Since you wanted to be a bad girl, daddy’s going to correct this for you.” He brings your soaked hands to his mouth to lick the pleasure off of you. “I’m going to give you the night of your life. Maybe even the best. And you’re not going to cum once.” He tugs at your shirt, asking you to take it off. You do so obediently. “Good girl.” He plunges two of his fingers into your wet cunt.

“You obey me—and quickly—daddy rewards you. If you don’t listen..well,” You moan, the length of his fingers not giving you any let up. “I’m thinking of fucking you until I cum. How does that sound my dumb baby?” He chuckles, giving you a sly smile.

You couldn’t help yourself. Jeongin has been coming home from work later and later these days. He does his best to let you know that he and the boys won’t be done for some time, but he is an idol after all. He always has something to do. If it’s not vocals with his teacher and Seungmin, it’s practice with Danceracha, or executing lyrics with Channie-hyung (his favorite nickname for Bangchan, that he has passed down to you. Though he doesn’t like telling him in person).

When you text him throughout the day how excited you are for movie night, he can’t help but feel bad to try and remember the last time you and him spent time together. This would be good to get some of that quality time that you were both missing. And to treat you deliciously tonight. He misses your moans and your pussy, so he hopes to make up for it too. He feels his cock twitch at the thought of being coated in your juices and filling you up. He shakes the thought away to make sure he’s not sporting a hard-on before he goes back to Minho leading practice and replies to you. Be sure to wear that purple lace for Daddy tonight, I want to treat you to dessert…be a good girl and wait for me until I get home to give you the attention you deserve.

And tonight isn’t any different. You order pizza for the two of you once he texts you that he’ll be home in an hour—in hopes that the cheesy dinner arrives just as he does. By the time he comes home, he’s too tired for the weekly rom-com-roasting movie night that you and him had planned. He greets you with a good evening forehead kiss and lets you know that he’s going to take a little nap before you get the movie queued up. You smile at his sweet gesture, but can’t help to notice that your heart pangs at the kiss, disappointed that his lips missed yours.

Thirty minutes pass by. Then an hour. You continue to stare at your phone, as the screen is the only thing illuminating the room. You turned off the tv fifteen minutes ago. The barely-eaten pizza stares at you, as the box is only slightly open. You dejectedly scroll through TikTok, skipping fan edits of your boyfriend performing on the multitude of stages all over the world. You skip all, except one. A fan edit of his teasing lip-licking moments on stage, and the pit of your stomach feels engulfed by the flames of arousal. You let the video play once. Twice. Three times. Before you know it, your fingers are rubbing your clit to the ever-playing fan edit, desperately wishing your hand was his mouth and that teasing tongue.

“Ah, ah, daddy~” you mumble. You wouldn’t dare wake him up with your lewd sounds. Last time you made a mistake—let’s just say you couldn’t get out of bed the next day and a half.

Yet, your voice fails you and you squeak when you accidently pinch your clit, and your body shivers. You choke at your clumsiness and tears roll off your cheeks. Daddy-! You tremble, just about to cum.

Consumed in your pleasure, you don’t hear your boyfriend getting up from bed. He woke up from his nap just before you made the terrible decision to play with yourself. First, he heard you watching tiktoks—specifically the one that aroused you in the first place. And then he heard it again..and again. Like you stopped scrolling. Then, he started hearing your pretty little moans. Once he arrived in the phone-illuminated living room, he put the pieces together. He had actually been standing around watching you as he heard your cute little whimpers begging for a release. It seems that you weren’t as quiet as you thought.

“My, my, babygirl..did the words ‘wait for me’ slip your mind?” you yelp.

Suddenly, you feel one of his hands snake around your chin to tilt in his direction, and the other pinning your wrists away from you—stopping your movements.

Which is what brings you to this point. Him fucking you on his fingers in slow agony. It was supposed to be a night he was meant to take care of you. And you couldn’t wait until you had his full attention? He was not going to let that slide. Instead of giving you pleasure until your release, he had other ideas in mind.

“Y-yes daddy,” you shiver.

“Oh good, you do listen. Now tell me—” he begins, his fingers ever so slowly pump in and out of you, stretching you out.

“—What were you thinking when you stopped on that video darling?” He watches you writhe in pleasure. With your pupils blown, your body twitching in response to his oh so slow movements, and your hands grasping at air—pinned down by his large veiny hands at your wrists—he can’t help but look at you like an angel. How gorgeous you are…he thinks, smirking like the fox he is.

“I was thinking..mmh! About your t-tongue inside me daddy—fuck,” you gasp.

“Go on, princess, tell me how much you need me.” He groans. He can feel pre-cum soaking his sweatpants, his cock throbbing for you, begging to be released from the clothed prison.

“So bad. S-so b-bad. Your p-pretty pussy is aching for your mouth inside me ah~”

“You taste so good, daddy can’t help but to make you feel good to taste more of you..” He gropes your breast in one hand while his mouth is on the other, giving your clothed tits most of the attention—still finger fucking you ever so slowly.

You start to see stars. His fingers in you are already too much, despite the pace. How you’ve missed him touching you like this. But he’s slow. Way too slow. It feels like minutes pass before his fingers slip out again. Every second, you feel less than a milimeter’s worth of his two fingers occupy your gummy walls. Yet, you can’t help but take it all in. You’re drunk on his movements, you’d let him do anything to you at this point.

“You even dressed up in the purple lace I love so much,” he thumbs one of your sensitive nipples for it to perk up, pinching at it slightly. You groan, getting frustrated that you haven’t been able to cum yet.

His thumb grazes your clit. Barely even a graze, it’s almost as if his thumb makes contact by accident. It’s not enough to apply pressure, but enough for you to notice he’s toying with you. Making sure you know he’s doing it on purpose. The fucker. He hears you choke on your own breath every time he gives your clit a little bit of attention.

Jeongin coos, high on your moans. He leans in to you. “You think I wouldn’t notice baby? And now you’re on punishment for playing with daddy’s pussy..do you think I’m an idiot that would let you get away with it, slut?”

Biting between your ear and the skin just below it. “F-fuck…” you groan. He hums in success. He knows how you like to be fucked. Your body is very telling, and your voice lets you down everytime. Every frustrated huff, moan, and whine he takes from you. He’s barely doing anything and you’re already such a mess for him. He’s eager to try more, drunk on your fucked out sounds.

Before you know it, a moan slips out from your lips. “D-daddyyy..” you beg. You feel so close. And then, your body echoes to you. The pit of your stomach begins to tighten and your pussy throbs quickly. Tears brim at your glassy eyes, threatening to roll down. You mewl and moan, unable to control the next words to come out of your mouth. “Please! I c-can’t-t. I can’t I can’t I–” he stops. He removes his slender coated fingers from your tightening hole. A squelching sound fills the room.

Then, your heartbeat slows. You begin to catch your breath. Your tears spill. Your mind is not yet clear, but your senses kick in. You whine the moment you feel your cunt clenching around nothing, and you hear tutting. “My baby’s so close..too fucked to hear what I said, hm?”

You pause. No. No, no, no, no. You scramble to give him an answer quickly after you didn’t respond immediately.

“Daddy…mm..no! N-no I didn’t think—” He interrupts you.

“—Hush hush, it’s ok baby. Too blissed out on my fingers to think quickly.” Tears engulf your eyes, being denied a release.

“I’ll fuck you right to correct this behavior, don’t worry. For now, it’s my turn.”

[beansidhebumbling]

Wait I have another one:

Ship of your choice but Person A accidentally seals the mate bond with Person B after doing body shots and sucking a lime out of their mouth. 🙂

The Chemistry of Regret

Okay I had to do college AU Rhysta for this. Hope you like!! This got out of control.

Also the first hands then voice structure is inspired by a line in the fabulous @bittermuire's The Cape which you can read here. Read it!!

Nesta knows of Rhysand Velaris long before she ever has the dubious pleasure of making his acquaintance.

He haunts the Biochemistry department like a spectre.

His overly styled hair gleaming even in the faded newspaper clipping framed outside Professor Wysten's lab.

His black eyes sparkling in picture after picture on the college's socials. Medals and grants and awards the only weight that anchors the Prince of Oíchad College.

The golden boy of the hallowed halls, gone but not forgotten.

And Nesta, living the cruel life of a fresh PhD student grows to hate that curving smirk of a stranger, his sloping signature on the near-empty bottle of Trypan Blue that Wysten refuses to bin, his crisp embroidered lab coat that lies draped over a chair in the dry lab awaiting the return of its owner.

***

Imitator, the dye taunts each time she stains her cells watching blue seep into their crevices, a damning marker of death.

Imposter, the message Wysten imparts in every gushing compliment he in his absence is bestowed that she in her unfailing presence is never good enough to earn.

Lesser, a voice, that must be his, whispers in her ear as she lies awake and wonders if life should feel easier than this.

***

His return from his year in Paris is anticipated like a public holiday. Outfits planned between centrifuge spins, tables booked at his favourite club.

The days are counted down in blood red Xs on the calendar in the study room and when D-day arrives the entire department leaves in a flurry into the cool chill of a January night.

The building is empty, only she and security remains.

Nesta is eager to take advantage of the free slots on the flow cytometer, normally booked until the wee hours. As the sequins on her dress dance like stars and the machine whirs quietly in the background, she runs her cells and finds solace in solitude.

But her cells are soon studied, peace is temporary and then she's queuing on Court Street to enter the Night Palace.

She can feel the bass in her bones as she enters, the dim lighting making the whirling mass of bodies on the dance floor look like art.

***

She has a plan, stay for a drink, long enough to be seen by the tenured professors, long enough to look like she belongs, long enough that she'll be able to nod and smile at the lunch-time conversation.

Not so long that the loneliness erodes her from the inside out, corroding through tissue and bone.

That is the plan.

But then Gwyn, the pretty lab assistant has Sambuca and Emerie has rum and the strobe lights start looking closer to shooting stars.

With alcohol loosed limbs she remembers how much she likes to dance, how the pain of being seen has never stung when there is a rhythm to movement.

So between shots she moves until she gets lost in the art of writhing bodies.

***

She is on the dance floor, hair loose and glitter trailing from her eyes like tears when she meets him.

First, he is large veined hands tentatively touching her waist, awaiting further permission.

She is Nesta Archeron, made of Sambuca and starlight, so she grinds back onto the stranger, the tall stranger she amends as his body presses against her back.

Then he is voice, rich and smooth, as his lips touch her ear lobe, his clipped accent conjuring schooldays at Eton and summers on yachts.

'You're very beautiful.'

The words hit her like sleet in summer.

How...boring.

She is unimpressed and turns to tell him as such.

She is shocked when finally he is no longer solely hands nor voice but Rhysand Velaris in all his tangible glory.

'You!'

She shouts, struggling to be heard over the pounding music, attempting to create a cavern between them even as the crowd presses in from all sides.

'Me.'

His cocky smile turns into a grimace as he reads the disappointment in her expression.

She does not stay long enough to introduce herself.

Sobriety looms too close for that.

She disappears in the grinding groping bodies until his voice melds with the rising melody.

***

He finds her at the bar.

Of course he does. His ghost has been haunting her for the better part of a year why wouldn't his corporeal form do the same.

'Rhysand Velaris.'

His hand, previously branding its heat on the soft wide curve of her waist, is now outstretched and open.

She extends hers, grasping firmly.

'Nesta Archeron.'

Her smile is a tight thin mimicry of what it should be.

His strong brow raises and his eyes widen.

'You're Nesta Archeron, the new PhD?'

She dips her head ignoring the question, too focused now on arranging her cleavage to attract the bartender.

Rhysand's eyes stay fixed to her face, as she successfully obtains her Tequila shots.

'I've been looking forward to meeting my new lab buddy who has booked every afternoon slot in the wet lab for the next month.'

She feels a grin tug at her lips at his pointed tone.

'You snooze you lose, Velaris.'

And in an impulse she wished she could blame on the undrunk shots before her she snipes,

'If it's a problem get Daddy to build us a new lab.'

His laugh is unexpected and far too enchanting for a handsome face. Because he is handsome, Mother damn him.

'Would you like me then? Because I'm very motivated for you to like me Nesta Archeron.'

He caresses the syllables of her name, his teeth clicking on the t and lingering like he wants to hold the letters a beat too long.

'Why? Because I'm beautiful.'

She scoffs.

His posture stiffens.

'No. Because you're brilliant. From what I've read, from what I've heard.'

A pause.

'Of course, you being beautiful is a welcome addition. Not as beautiful as me though.'

A giggle escapes her because he is ridiculous. This is ridiculous. He isn't allowed to be charming, not when she has decided to hate him.

***

'Let's do shots.'

She gestures clumsily to the glasses almost knocking them in the process.

And because she's lost her mind, for that must be the only reason, she grasps his inner forearm licking the tanned skin, letting her tongue drag lightly along, following a vein towards his elbow, ignoring the electricity that sparks through her body as she does.

He is tense, eyes pools of darkness she could drown in, the leather and chocolate of his cologne muddling her brain.

She salts his arm pushing the slice of lime his way. He obediently inserts it into his mouth, moving like a man dazed, eyes transfixed on her lips.

Like a film reel she sees the next three years play in her head if she carries on with this insanity, awkwardness and avoidance abound.

So why is she compelled to continue this mistake?

***

You'll regret this.

Her brain screams as the Tequila slides a burning fire down her throat.

You'll regret this.

It pleads as she kisses the white crystals from soft skin of his arm, nipping slightly so he moans her name in a way she definitely cannot linger on.

You'll regret this.

It begs as their lips meet in a citrus clash that sets fireworks off behind her eyes. He breaks momentarily to spit out the wedge of lime before returning to capture her lips, kissing her like lonely women dream of, hot and expert and claiming.

***

When she opens her eyes to meet a panting Rhysand, those hands still clutching her like she might mean salvation from an unknown damnation, dark hair tousled from her fingers grasping and tugging mere seconds before.

When he touches his ribs before looking in awe at her, like she is more than her frame can contain.

When he says her name like a prayer, like a curse, and she feels the golden links tying them together in a way science can only vaguely explain, she finds their damnation.

And she knows.

She'll regret this.

[deedala]

Weekly Tag Wednesday!! 👯‍♂️🍁

thanks for creating today and for tagging me to play @jrooc!!

🔤 Name: deanna🌱

🎶 Last song you listened to: Naked in Manhattan - Chappell Roan

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: I'm still on my Hozier shit 🙃

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: so so many...but here's one: NODNODNODNODNOD 😜

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: french fries is one (though i dont really feely guilty about it lol)

🌮 What food are you craving today: i would in fact really like some french fries right now

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: i'm listening to my robot lady read @juliakayyy's Running Into You right now!!

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: me? creating fic projects? 😅 i've never done any fic for shameless!! but yeah i guess it would be the massive co-op ancient arlathan au with @maizzycakes @thegorilllainthemist

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): i would very much like to become a tattoo person. i want some floral shit that represents my family or the bunny from runaway bunny or a whimsical sword or something. im just poor and bad at scheduling things. 😂

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: yeah this week it's deffo the new @goodkwuestion story that just started, im so stoked about it🤡

And now for tagging some little nuggets! play if you want or just know i am waving at you fondly from across the room like a weirdo 💖 @michellemisfit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @vintagelacerosette @callivich @juliakayyy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @suzy-queued @metalheadmickey @lingy910y @sleepyfacetoughguy @heymrspatel @creepkinginc @energievie @mmmichyyy @thepupperino @rereadanon @sirrudo @gardenerian @mikhailoisbaby @mickeysgaymom @grossmickey @lizelandre @transmickey @crossmydna @tanktopgallavich @suchagallabitch @ardent-fox @gallawitchxx @7x10mickey @howlinchickhowl @auds-and-evens @sam-loves-seb @tsuga-of-mars @gallavichonly @palepinkgoat @scurvgirl @themarchg1rl @purplemagpie @gofionaonthem @imikhailo @mybrainismelted @tellmegoodbye and anyone else!! just lie and say i tagged you!!! i will always corroborate 😌

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Two of a Kind 5

Masterlist

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; written for smut, just being honest.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features dark!Ransom Drysdale and dark!Modern Charles Blackwood. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Ransom and Charles are partner’s in crime but they’re looking for some pleasure after years of business.

Note: Queuing this while half asleep

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya.

You lay flat, room spinning as two shadows flicker around you, limned in the hues of the television as it babbles in the background. You drone and close your eyes, trying to steady your bearings, trying to make everything stop. You don’t like this feeling, the uncontrolled tilt that has you nearly paralysed.

A tug on your shirt makes you whimper. You blink as the fabric is drawn up your body, meeting a pair of blue eyes, brilliant and bold. Charles smirks as his hands graze your chest, lingering on the cups of your bra as he raises your shirt higher and higher. You quiver and bring a clumsy hand up as you try to stop him.

“Shh, it’s okay baby, you spilled some on yourself, we’re just getting you sorted,” he coos.

You hiccup as fingers pick at your fly and trail along the waist of your jeans. Knuckles press into you as the hands curl around the denim and yank it down. The urgency jerks your body, throwing you further off-kilter as Charles rolls your shirt over your head.

“Wait…” you murmur, “what are you—”

Charles hushes you again and pulls your arms up as he strips away the shirt completely. You squeak and cross your arms over your chest, trying to hide as your muscles throb heavily. Your head lolls and you lift it blearily to look down at Ransom as he pulls on your jeans, revealing your flowered underwear.

“Ransom… please…”

“Baby, you gotta calm down,” Charles pulls your head back down, cradling it as he looms over you, “we’re not gonna hurt you… much.”

“What–”

“He said shut up,” Ransom snarls as he rips the jeans free of your ankles.

“I…” you breathe as Charles caresses your cheek with his knuckle, his other hand leading the straps of your bra down your arms, “I’m scared–”

“I know, baby,” Charles leans in and presses his lips to your temple, “we don’t gotta be mean. Not if you’re good.”

You close your eyes and your head tips, your strength dwindling as your stomach roils hotly. What did they give you? There must’ve been something in the soda.

“She’s got nice tits,” Charles praises as he sidles down your bra, fondling you above it, “baby, you’re a virgin, aren’t ya?”

You whine and your hand hits the back of the couch. You shake your head. This can’t be happening. You can’t be that stupid. Ransom is a nice guy. So nice to you. Why would he do this?

The elastic of your underwear is drawn down and you cry out. You smack blindly at Ransom as he tugs them lower and you wriggle.

“No, please, Ransom, why are you doing this?”

“Why are you actin’ shy now, sweetie?” He rips down the cotton and you squeeze your legs together, “you were so happy to spend my money, eat the food I paid for–”

“But–”

“Now, don’t be stupid. I bought you dinner, I welcomed you into my home,” he pries your knees apart meanly, “the least you can do is put out.”

Your eyes wet with terror and you gulp. You can’t stop them. Even if you try. You’re too dizzy, too confused, too weak. Charles tweaks your nipple and bends over you, taking the rigid bud between his teeth with a hum. You whimper and slap the couch again.

Ransom’s fingers drag up your thigh, his nails scratching the tender flesh as he meets the crease of your pelvis. He turns his hand and swipes between your folds. You twitch in surprise and let out a pathetic mewl. You close your eyes tight as your head thrums.

Charles spreads his hand over your tit as he nibbles at you, swirling his tongue around as you squirm. He kneads and gropes eagerly, squeezing your tit as he brushes along your chest and closes his lips around your other nipple. You gasp as Ransom wiggles his fingers against your cunt, rubbing you roughly.

“Please–”

Ransom hushes you as he slips off the couch and bends over the cushion. His hot breath fans over you before he bites down on your sensitive thigh. You exclaim and he pinches you with his teeth until you smother yourself, writhing and whining low.

“Fuck,” Charles groans against your skin, “my dick hurts.”

“She’s got a mouth, doesn’t she? Shut her up.”

Charles laughs and pulls away from you. You fold your arms over your chest and shudder. Ransom toys with you, prodding at your bud, flicking it, circling it as your thighs spasm. You sense a shadow over you and the soft rustle of clothing dropping onto the floor.

Your eyes roll open as a weight presses beside you, then another. Charles climbs over you, startling you as he straddles above your head. You yipe at the sight of his thick dick swollen above you, his hand pumping him as he frames your face with his large hand.

“No–”

“Shh, baby, it’s alright, I’ll be gentle,” he purrs, “go on, give it a kiss.”

He angles his tip down to your lips, bending slightly over you. He lifts his hand to the arm rest as he holds himself steady and brushes his tip against your mouth. Your tears leak down the sides of your face as you sniffle. You kiss his head, hoping he’ll be happy with that.

He leans hard against your lips until you’re forced to part them. You gurgle as he shoves inside hastily, sinking until he hits the back of your throat. You arch your back as you try not to retch at the salty flavour and the uncomfortable fullness.

Ransom pushes down along your cunt, up and down, feeling , exploring. He circles your entrance, a slickness spreading along his fingertips. He drags it up to wet your folds and once more plays with your clit, plucking the bundle of nerves until you’re quaking and choking.

Charles pushes down as he urges your head back, dipping further inside as he groans. He rocks slowly, gaining another inch as he works his way in deliberately. Your body contorts and your leg slips off the edge of the couch, splaying wide as you grasp his thick thighs beside your head. You push the arcs of your nails into him and he grunts, jerking down roughly until you can’t breathe.

Ransom covers your clit with his thumb, gliding his fingertips down your cunt and wiggling against your entrance. He pushes with his index and middle finger, stretching you around his thick digits. Charles rears back and you gulp in air through your nose before he descends again. 

Deeper and deeper, both of them. Charles fucking you steadily as spit gathers around your mouth, Ransom easing into you torturously as your walls burn around his long fingers. You clench as he reaches his bottom knuckles and jiggles his hand, the pressure in your clit crackling through your pelvis.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good,” Charles pants as he bucks into you, “she tight?”

“She fucking clinging to me,” Ransom nips your thigh again, “I can barely get in her.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

You slap Charles’ thighs and kick your leg helplessly. Charles brings his hand down to your throat and presses his thumb down, dipping in and out. Your hand trails up to his stomach, fingers curling into the hard muscle as you gag around him. Ransom meets his tempo, forcing his fingers deep, ramming his knuckles against you mercilessly.

Your eyes well, soaking your face and seeping into your hair, scalding your scalp with insufferable shame. You let this happen. You walked right into this trap. By thinking, hoping that someone could ever want you. The way these men touch you, use you, you’re nothing more than a toy to them.

This is what they warned you about on campus. This is what you thought would never happen to you.

“You gonna cum on her face?” Ransom intones, “or you gonna make her drink you up?”

“Hmm, I can’t– decide,” Charles grunts, fucking you harder until your sobbing uncontrollably, puffing with each thrust, “I think she’s thirsty for me… though.”

He grasps the armrest with both hand and hammers into your mouth. You bounce beneath him helplessly, saliva pooling up and dripping down your cheeks. Your hands slip down his legs and your arms fall limp. Just let it happen. You can’t fight, it hurts too much.

Charles groans and rolls his hips, thrusting over and over as he drones. He spasms and nearly suffocates you with his frantic fucking. A sudden salty flow feels your throat, choking you, flooding up behind your nose and stinging in your eyes. 

“That’s it, baby, come on, swallow for me,” he rubs your throat and you obey, with no other choice as you choke around him.

“Oh, she’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Ransom taunts as he pounds his hands against your pelvis, “yeah, look at her taking my fingers. Fuck, she’s gonna feel so good on my dick.”

Charles slows and slides out of your mouth as you heave. You cough and spit up a mouthful of spit and cum. He stays atop you, grabbing your head between his hands as he holds you down.

“You did good, baby,” he hums, “so good. You’re a natural.”

“Fuck, I gotta get in her,” Ransom jams in as deep as he can and wiggles his fingers, “I waited long enough.”

“Please,” you croak as you clasp onto Charles’ hands, “please, stop.”

“Baby,” he backs up and bends over you, a menacing sneer curling his lip, “you be quiet and behave. You belong to us now. Understand?”

“N-no, I don’t–”

He scoffs and grips your chin tightly, snarling through his teeth, “that was nice and you don’t want me to be mean. Me and Ransom claimed you. You are ours. You aren’t anything but what we want you to be.”

Your lips trembles and you try to nod, “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl,” he winks and pushes off of you, “Ransom, why don’t you break in her pussy?”

[tanktopgallavich]

🌟Two Tag Games 🌟

I was tagged in these two tag games by these lovely people: @milkmaidovich, @juliakayyy, @celestialmickey and @lupeloto 🥰

TAG GAME #1

favorite color: teal

currently reading:

fic-wise, i just started "The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher" by Shamelessquestions after being intimidated by the length for a while.

book-wise, I am reading "Never Let Me Go" by Kazuo Ishiguro," "I Thought It Was Just Me (But It Isn't)" by Brene Brown and "How Not to Drown in a Glass of Water" by Angie Cruz.

last song: human by the killers

last series: only murders in the building

last movie: the unbearable weight of massive talent (i love you, pedro pascal 💖)

currently working on: mocking up a cross sttich for gallacrafts, some silly text posts

TAG GAME #2

name: ri

first fandom you became a part of? i was simultaneously in fandoms for several daytime soaps

what was the first tv show fandom you joined? the soap opera fandoms. i was in the fan clubs, on the message boards and went to meet-and-greets.

how old were you? early teens

latest tv/movie fandom you became a part of? shameless, my beloved

a tv/movie fandom you haven't joined but like to creep on? i causally follow the mandalorian fandom

your favorite fandom? i'd say the one that occupies most of my brain cells--shameless

the tv show that gives you the most brainrot? definitively shameless

the fictional couple that gives you the most brainrot? gallavich and boy do they give me the brainrotiest brainrot 🤪

guilty pleasure fictional couple? gallavich, but i have zero guilt. i am, as they say, ~shameless~

guilty pleasure tv show? it's always sunny in philadelphia

and finally, something that made you happy this week? i baked some really delicious cinnamon buns and brought some over to a friend who just moved. i also caught up on "only murders in the building."

oof, it feels like forever since i've done a tag game and tagged people😅

@francesrose3, @ian-galagher, @iansw0rld, @suzy-queued, @deedala, @grumble-fish, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @suchagallabitch, @too-schoolforcool, @michellemisfit, @heymrspatel, @transmickey, @gallawitchxx, @flamingbluepanda, @depressedstressedlemonzestt, @gardenerian, @ardent-fox, @lingy910y, @vintagelacerosette, @mishervellous, @thisdivorce, @southsidestory

[look-i-love-u]

Weekly Tag Game(s)

I am soooo late. I'm later than late. I'm fucking atrociously late to do these. But maybe you'll still want to read my replies`?! Maybe? I got tagged by so many amazingly lovely people: @juliakayyy, @guinguin1984 , @ardent-fox, @ian-galagher, @francesroserecs, @surviving-maybe, @suzy-queued, @energievie, @creepkinginc, @deathclassic, @iansw0rld, @michellemisfit

Name: Vey

Where in the world are you? Germany

Do you have a favorite towel? No

Can you skip rocks? I can. On a really good day.

Tell me about a weird slang term from your area: Arschgeige (I'll let you figure that one out yourself)

Favorite toast topping: butter and marmelade

Thoughts on bread pudding: Never had it

City or country living? City

How do you cheer yourself up after a bad day? Cuddling my dog

Are you a pessimist or an optimist? I'm trying to counter my pessimistic nature with undying optimism. Works sometimes. Not always.

Can I tag you in random stuff? Definitely! Please do.

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Name: Vey

Age: in my thirties

Favourite colour: Clothes: Black, lipstick: pink

What emoji best describes your current mood? Unfortunately it’s 😑

What season is it where you are right now? Autumn

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? Nope

Do you prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? Carve. But painting is fun too.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? I don't know what pumpkin-spice is. I do love pumpkin bread and waffles. But those are made with the real thing.

What's your favorite season and what's your favourite pie that you associate with it? Spring. And Strawberry cake. Pie isn't really a thing here.

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? couscous salad and aioli

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? black tea or hot chocolate

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? I don't celebrate Halloween

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? Ehm... I made a pretty good pasta bake the other day. I finished reading a book. I started a new crocheting project. I finally managed to send off Evie's birthday present.

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🔤 Name: Vey

🎶 Last song you listened to: In a Crowd of Thousands - Reinaeiry feat. Chloe Breez

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: Not on Spotify. But usually Alexa Feser

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: "I just want everyone to know, I'm fucking gay."

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: chocolate. All the chocolate.

🌮 What food are you craving today: pizza

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: The Unintended Consequences of Fight or Flight

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: Flower U-Up

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): I don't have tattoos. I don't want one.

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: Seducing the entire Baldur's Gate party. Oh well, just Baldur's Gate in general.

[freshmanyearhistoryteacher]

Cw: NSFW thoughts

Hello! I’m literally so happy that I found your guy’s blog! I think this is such a cool idea for people that just wanna read different scenarios or for kinky things lmao. Anyways hahah I have an nsfw request! I think it would be cool to have a male English teacher make the student (afab preferred but non-binary/male is cool) like sit on a vibrator or something and read old literature. Each time the student messes up he makes them restart and like degrades them? Idk I think it would be interesting to read!! Cool if not!

-😜

This might be the fastest i have ever answered an ask lmao i have ones from literal months ago... like 4-5 months old just sitting there w a i t i n g. but i fill this new one instead heheh (i wrote this the day you sent it in i just queu stuff so i can have days off with uni)

epic ask.

Word count: 1, 345

Warning, contains:

pet names like brat and good girl

No actual touch between the teacher and student

Toys ;)

The reality of your situation hadn’t quite hit you until you felt the buzzing over your clit and the old poetry book was being handed to you. Somehow, your teacher had decided that forcing you to read with the promise of ‘orgasmic pleasure’ was the only way to motivate you… not that you could be that mad. You spent half of his class imagining what it would be like to have him touch you, whisper in your ear, what it would sound like when he moaned. It was cold too, so the buzzing and warmth from your core radiated on your freezing thighs with only his suit jacket covering your upper half. Your shirt had been ripped off when you decided to see how he reacted to a brat which, you had quickly learnt, was through punishment (funishment). Your bra had quickly followed, and then his hands moved to cup your exposed chest. His hands were massive over your body as he massaged and teased you, pinching and pulling at your skin. You could feel your insides tightening at the mere thought.

It was almost more embarrassing that he couldn’t see the vibrator over the desk between you, yet he knew it was there and was able to see the way your face contorted the moment he switched it on. The thought that it was weird he had this at school occured for only a second before your mind began buzzing in time with the toy. God, it was like your nerves were being strung out and abused but it felt so fucking good.

“Go ahead,” he chuckled as he leant back in his office chair and kicked his feet onto the hard wooden desktop. He looked so good you barely remembered what you were meant to be doing between his jawline and the urge to grind on the vibrator under you. Your chair was far less comfortable and the wooden edges of the legs cut into your legs but it felt all too good to move. “Read for me, brat.”

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint… quaint and uh-” you stuttered in soft huffs of air, biting your lip as you began to lose your place on the page. It was a mess of words and letters all floating around as your body rocked slowly on its own accord. Your skirt rode higher each time you squirmed until anyone walking in would see the lack of underwear beneath the thin fabric.. as if the half rolled down tights hadn't made it obvious. Of course, this had been the day you decided there was no real point to underwear if you had tights on- some might have called it a mistake but it was turning out to be a blessing. He had called you ‘good’ for it too, which made your ears burn with embarrassment and eagerness to hear it again.

“Restart,” he said and you looked up bewildered. “I said,” he gave you a pointed and disappointed glare before returning to complete disinterest, “that if you mess up, you have to restart, i don’t care how long this takes. I don’t care how many times you fuck up, how many times you cum.” he was saying it all like it made perfect sense but your body was brought to life by the way he worded it. How many times you cum? You could spend all day here without a care, moaning and cumming, making a mess on the chair and floor until he broke and fucked you over the tabl…. “Understand?” You nodded. “Words.”

“Yes,” you whispered “Yes who?” “yes, sir,” you whined and he smirked before gesturing to continue.

“Once upon- fuck,” you shifted your hips in an attempt to move the unforgiving vibrations away but instead exposed the nerves and felt yourself jump in shock. It felt so fucking good it was nearly too much to handle. “Once upon a- god… wait, ok fuck.. god.” He was trying to hold in his sadistic laughter with little success which earned a narrow eyed death stare in his direction.

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

’Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.’, “

You had somehow made it through the first paragraph with success, hands itching to reach down and move the vibrator, the rocking of your hips served to do little to nothing for your growing need. This was far harder than you expected.

“Good girl,” he growled in a low praise, catching your attention and taking you off guard. You moaned, shamefully and with burning red cheeks, and his head rolled back as if it was unbelievable how tempting that sound made you. His throat bobbed and body tensed and relaxed, shifting to give the hardening cock room. “Go, read brat.”

It was much harder to grasp the second paragraph, not that the first made much sense to you at all. “each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floo- FUck, fuck, oh,” your hips were bucking as you tried to read and the familiar feeling of your stomach twisting before you came began to swell inside. The chair under you was creaking with the force of your movements but you cleared your burning throat and tried to restart. “Each sep-” he cut you off.

“The whole thing, brat,” he laughed in a low tone, eyes darker then they had been before. You knew hunger wasn’t as emotion but fuck he looked like he was about to strike, like he was some hunter stalking its prey.

“The whole thing?” your voice wobbled and came out slightly too high pitched. Moans slipped out between sounds and your teeth returned to your lip as soon as you’d spoken to keep the whimpers in.

“Yes, that’s what I said.” He was trying to kill you, you mentally whined but started anyway.

“Each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor,” fuck, fuck, fuck, it felt far too good. “From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore-” your legs were shaking, mind fuzzy, and hands gripping the book tight enough for you knuckles to turn white. He seemed to notice.

“Are you struggling?” he asked like it wasn’t entirely obvious. You nodded and he faked a smile of pity. “Awe brat, do you wanna come for me? Hmmm?” You nodded and nodded, the moans now slipping out freely. "Please," you begged and he was leaning closer now, feet moving off the desk. Your faces were barely an inch apart from how far over he was leaning and your vision was blurry enough to make your noses accidentally bump. "Please who?" he whispered so close you felt the breath on your lips. "Please sir," you cried. "Ok, cum for me brat, go on." The second he said that he brought a hand under your chin and drew your lips together. It was so soft, so gentle, as the unstoppable waves of pleasure began to role through your body and tear your mind apart. You were right on the edge and the kiss was nearly impossible to maintain. You were moaning, whining into his mouth, his lips pecking and tasting yours with a grin. You were cumming, hard, back arching and body grinding down into the chair, but he kept his hand roughly holding your chin with the same slow kisses. It was a terrifying contrast to the overstimulated feeling of your stomach spasming and nerves twitching. When you had finished, he kissed your forehead and sat back, his hand drifting to his lap and beginning to undo his pants. The issue was the vibrator was still attacking your core and your body was already spent, leaning all of your weight into the chair and desk.

"No one said stop, brat."

[thomotomo]

Dating Faker headcanon

A/N: Damn that was fast, here's a quick head anon that popped into my head while I was writing something else! My fellow gays don't worry I got your backs bc my hyperfixation is super strong so once again if you want to read an LCK x male reader fanfic don't hesitate to hmu 🫶

You're also a League player, not professional but still a player

You met when he was solo queuing, before he was scouted by SKT.

Became friends after a ranked game and from then you just slowly shifted into dating each other.

You were also a huge nerd

Hotpot date for any occasions

Since he was training a lot the two of you didn't spend a lot of time together but you'd definitely text whenever you knew you wouldn't see each other that day.

Rarely you would face time, but this was whenever he went overseas for competitions.

You'd definitely be reading books or just spending quiet time together doing your own stuff.

Taking tons of pictures together whenever you went out, or just taking pictures of him. He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he also take a ton of pictures of you.

He would be the kind of guy to randomly come home one night and gift flower. Not a special date or something, he just feel like doing it sometimes.

He's definitely the little spoon, he uses your arm as a pillow too. He just buries his head on your torso and wrap his arms around it.

If you fit he definitely lends you his winning jacket from the Worlds, you walk around it in your shared apartment for the pleasure and maybe sometimes you wear it outside but only by cold weather because you'll have to wear a coat on top of it.

He's definitely a forehead kisses type of guy.

Tells you a lot of dad jokes

If he isn't too tired he is cooking for you.

Duoqueuing League ranked together whenever you both have time.

Reading patch notes together is also an absolute must.

Overall you're just a calm couple, quality time is your type of love.

[vintagelacerosette]

hey you! can you believe it’s the end of the year? 🥳✨🥂

to wrap up another fucking fantastic year of loving on ian & mickey & each other, please share:

your favorite thing you created this year

a fanfic that you can’t wait to reread

a piece of fan art you can’t stop thinking about

happy new year! cheers to another go around the sun! xx

Happy happy new year Bee 🥳🎉 This has been an amazing year for me engaging in fandom in a way i wish i had when i was younger and I couldn't be more thankful I was able to find you all 🥰 I love y'all & wishing so much abundance for the new year for all of us 💖

1. Favourite thing you created this year?

have to say I'm pretty proud of all the things I've been creating this year & having the courage to share them 🥰

My faves have been my good omens au, macy's GGE2022, holiday card & watercolour stargazing ✨️

And also a shout out to the birthday art I've made too! I loved making the crystals for you, gallacats & cow's for leah 💕

2. A fanfic you can't wait to reread?

There was sooo many amazing fics this year that I read 🥰

Anything by @goodkwuestion especially faffy & tipdig these fics strike my core & are sensational 💖

@captainjow l Let the bodies do the talkin' it's absolute 🔥🔥🔥

@annatrow My Nine Lovers is absolute thrill to read ❤️‍🔥

@jomilky fics are amazingly smutty 🌶

@celestialmickey yqhbr is an amazing fic & an authentic read on the tumblr experience. Adored making fanart for this 🥰

@look-i-love-u Flower u-up gives me heart flutters 💐

@suzy-queued These foolish games & my GGE2022 The birkenshire trials are such fantastic fics 🔫💖

@crazynadine the cauldron born series has amazing freaking lore & magical setting depth 🔮

@squidyyy23 Dancing after death is amazing! ⛓️

@crossmydna sizzling tension of That's a Wrap is spectacular id love more of them 🎥

@depressedstressedlemonzest I adore their fics & this build-a-bear fic had me melting 🐻

@whatthebodygraspsnot Sweetpea is brilliant got me seeing every black cat on tumblr as 'im 🐈‍⬛️

This is not a Fairytale by bluebirdeywrites is a pixie au treasure i didn't know i needed 🧚‍♀️

@lalazeewrites Of going home has immaculate world building of the superhero au 💪

@gallavichgeek Only fans series is fantastic 📹

@abundanceofnots Agents of undead chaos is a whimsical adventure 💭

@sunoficarus weaver of fate (to your will i won't fold) is a glorious fic ✨️

@beebabycastiel A Little Bit of Tender Mercy, these guys are so freakin cute i cant even 😆💘

an exception to the rule by you is an exquisite fic 😍

@howlinchickhowl Ristretto is a fic that gives me so much feels ☕️💕

@flamingbluepanda The Wonder of You cute soulmate fic that i had the pleasure to read before posting 😘

@notherenewjersey Love, guaranteed, love this fic just makes my heart full ⚖️

@ mmmichyyy The silence is all we have, god this is so wonderfully emotional & riveting ♥️

@very-sleepy-head Kinky advent calendar was delightful 🔥

3. Pieces of fanart you can't stop things about?

Buckle up bc we so blessed as a fandom 🥰

My breathtaking commissions made by the magnificent @darthvaders-wife here gave me everything I wanted & more 💙

This comic by @psychicskulldamage mick's booty in Ian's eyes? Instead of heart eyes it's peach eyes 😂 I need your art tattooed on me 😍

The tenderness of @heymrspatel in this piece just gives me the ✨️oh✨️ feeling all the time

Your art too Bee here pulls on my heart strings wow 🌅

@mishervellou s all of paola's are phenomenal & i simply adore dancing painted kiss art 💋

@adakechi art is holy wow & stunning 😭

@milkoviched sweater weather art had bubble butt & bubble bulge 🍑🍆💕

suzy-queued gallacrafts has my jaw on the floor every time like this one! Omg the craftsmanship 💖

@imikhailotakeyouian chibis bring me immense joy 💕

@ianandmickeygallavich i like em sweet craft was sooo creative i love it 🍬

@deathclassic such beautiful art here ✨️

@gallavichiscomfort absolutely precious chibi art i need stickers 😍

@mikhailoisbaby snuggle husbands 🌈

@ divine-gallavich pls take my money these pieces are phenomenal 🥹

@tsuga-of-mars gallacraft is soft, sensitive & magical! Just so them 💘

@creepkingin c incredible book binding 💚

@takeyourpillsbitchh artwork of one of my fave scene is amazing 🤚

@filorux art here with Ian's mesmerising eye & pocket mickey love!!! 😍

@y0itsbri tomato king ian 🍅

@grumpymickmilk gallavich picrew is sensational 👏

@ steorie comic is spectacular omg the details ❤️‍🔥

@mikcrymilkovich oh this art is beautifully tender 🧡

@clingymickey cute snuggling husbands in bed art 🌙

@friend-bear art has a beautifully intense colour scheme 🧡💜

@doodlevich family pride comic is the sweetest 🌈🥰

I'm loving on gif makers too bc they're damn artists too 😍

@mrsinistertype my first gifted gif set & it makes my heart burst ily 😘💘

@ gallavichsbitch gif set makes me all emotional i need some monumental instrumental music here 🥹

@sluttymickey this gif set has me in stitches omg 🤣

celestialmickey set here mesmerising with angel numbers 🥹💖

@gardenerian this set magical & heart melting 🥰

@7x10mickey big ole mo everybody 🌈

@mixkeymilkovich gif set mickey is all that & more 🥰

@sisitrip winter gif set so beautiful ❄️

@sickness-health-all-that-shi t have you ever seen so eyes so blue in this set 💙💙

@imikhailo beautiful rainbow set for beautiful rainbow boy 🌈

@themilkoviches text gif posts are hilarious omg i love 🖤

@usermikhailo this colour combo of this gif set is perfection 🧡💚

Also astounding video art by @southsidesadness gives me literal chills all the dang time 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

[inkovert]

*Ehem*

Addressed to: @blind-the-winds

Dear Jax,

Happy New Year. I'm sure you will be happy to know that TNS was officially the last thing I read in 2023 and the first thing I read in 2024. I just took a 3+ hour flight followed by an uber ride back to my apt. Took a shower, made some tea and sat down to keep reading. And - in the midst of having a straight up awful time on my flight bc I was sick with a cold (yes sorry I flew while sick; I wasn't about to pay $500 to fly out later), risking "carsickness" by reading in the back of my Uber, and coming home and curling up on my couch with a piping hot cup of tea - your story got me through the horrid 4-5 hour journey. I persevered and officially finished going through all 30 posted excerpts of the 0/0.5 draft :')

What are my thoughts? you may ask. don't you worry. I have 11 - count 'em eleven - posts queued (not counting the 2 that were already posted on NYE) to be posted on my blog every 40 minutes tomorrow (or today technically) with my thoughts in the tags starting as early as 9:40 am EST :) I apologize in advance to my followers and RIP to your notifications.

It has been a pleasure to get acquainted with canon Mick and Eleanor and to have them accompany me into the new year. After taking a brief break, I will read some shorts. And then finally. Finally. *FINALLY* allow myself to read TIS. I know that I am Not Ready for it. But I must. I can't wait. But I can. But I can't.

Anyway - you have heard enough from present me and future me today. Ciao 👋🏾👋🏾

Respectfully,

Inkovert

[basilsbestpainting]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ó ꒳ ò✿)

Holy shit I have like. Five of these asks in my inbox bc I keep forgetting to reply to them. ("Oh tomorrow Dorian will do it" is a trickster God whispering sweet nothings into my ears I swear)

BUT:

Ill start at the top here and work my way down (queuing them all up).

5 things that make me happy:

Since this is Lemontongues, I'll start there! One of the things that often makes me smile is re-reading Baby Talk Me Down (Take Me Out). Fake dating (where they're both fucking idiots) is honestly so good and this fic? Is some of the best I've read. Though I don't read a lot of fics.

Baking my own bread. It's a simple pleasure, and yeah it spoils a little faster, but it's so relaxing and delicious. And I'm getting better at it (I swear, just don't ask my roommate)

Chemistry. Ok hear me out on this one. While it does it frustrating and annoying at times, I go absolutely feral solving chemistry problems and explaining chemical properties.

Punk shows. Going to a punk show fills me with so much unbridled joy. I desperately need to go to another honestly.

The new stool we got at work. It rolls so perfectly. I can reach everything sitting in it. It's amazing and I love it. (It's the little things, ya know?)

[deedala]

💘weekly tag wednesday💘

love edition - thanks @heymacy for this weeks game and for tagging me!! &lt;3

name: deanna🌱

where the heck are ya? oHIo🌽

do you believe in love at first sight? in my fiction? yes. in reality? eeehhh...

do you believe in soulmates? like predestined one person for one person, not really. but i believe there are people out there you can make soulmate level connections with.

what’s a song you’ve been loving? im still on my guilty pleasure by chappell roan shit right now

how about a show you’ve been loving? ive been enjoying the show death and other details starring the loml rahul kohli

your ultimate OTP: i mean its gonna be ian and mickey huh

your comfort book: the masked empire by patrick weekes

a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!): i've been thinking about the incredible amount of detail and hard work and talent involved in these cookies made by @michellemisfit every single one of them is such ART. and so many different techniques used to create the right textures and the shiny decorative glass on the alibi?? i mean jesus michelle you were so insane for this. and two fics: a short one Flyboy and the Gearhead by @the-rat-wins which i read recently. im obsessed with the scifi world depicted in it and i loved the ian and mickey in it, they hurt me in the good way lol. And a long one you'll never see us again by @spoonfulstar which i read awhile ago but i still think about it on a regular basis, i maintain it permanently altered my brain chemistry. It's beautiful, its a work of art, it ripped my soul in two...but in the good way.

a trope that captures your heart: mutual pininnnggggg

favorite candy: is it andes chocolate mints?? yeah i think so.

dark chocolate or white chocolate? dark chocolate!

romance novels or thrillers? god i'd love it if theyre both at the same time but if i have to pick then romance.

pink or red? pink :>

and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself — it’s up to you! to me and everyone else: keep making the things that get stuck in your head and make your heart sing. you cant please everybody so first and foremost make sure you're enjoying what you're doing <3

and now i shall tag some precious nuggets to either play or not, but either way i am handing each of you a little valentine 💘💘💘@michellemisfit @darlingian @too-schoolforcool @mmmichyyy @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @metalheadmickey @energievie @jrooc @mybrainismelted @mickeysgaymom @whatwouldmickeydo @the-rat-wins @creepkinginc @squirrel-fund @iansw0rld @rereadanon @sickness-health-all-that-shit @softmick @juliakayyy @crossmydna @themarchg1rl @lingy910y @thisdivorce @sleepyfacetoughguy @callivich @ardent-fox @vintagelacerosette @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @lee-ow @transmickey @tanktopgallavich @palepinkgoat @suzy-queued

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

In The Real World...

Before I word vomit all over your electronic device and get something that is bugging me off my mind, I want to start with a bit of a disclaimer. I need everyone who reads this to understand that I believe it is great that so many people come to, start exploring, share their thoughts and opinions, and even find lifestyle love online. Now, if you would not mind stepping over to my big early 90’s boom box, pressing play on the cassette player because Sir Mix-a-Lot is queued up and it is time for a big but.

If you are submissive, until you hear good boy/girl growled in your ear, in-person, you do not truly understand how it feels.

If you are dominant, until you say good boy/girl to a submissive, in-person, you do not truly understand how it feels.

Submissives, until you feel the sting of a spanking administered, in-person, by the hand of dominant (not vanilla who likes a little kinky sex) who craves making your cheeks blush, you do not truly understand how it feels.

Dominants, until you have looked upon the face of your submissive, in-person, while you inflict a painful pleasure, you do not truly understand how it feels.

Submissives, having your d-type tell you to go spank yourself or giving yourself maintenance spankings is not the same and until you have had these in-person, you do not truly understand how it feels.

Dominants and submissives until you have had to look into each other’s eyes while you have a hard, adult conversation about a rule/guideline mistake, in-person, you do not truly understand how it feels.

For me, the biggest disconnect between those who have only experienced things online versus in real life is the learning curve of balancing the lifestyle with the pressures of the vanilla world. It is not simple, filled with lots of trials and errors, and until these are juggled, a person cannot fully understand how it feels.

Fantasy or a longing to understand how something feels is not a bad thing it is a wonderful thing but with this lifestyle, there is such a huge difference between the feelings of what a person believes something will feel like, what it feels from doing it to yourself or via text, Skype, or a voice call and how it feels in-person, complete with the connection in real life with a lifestyle partner. It is great that people explore online and, amazingly, people find lifestyle relationships online. It is even better that people learn, share opinions, ideas, and knowledge online. The internet truly helps this lifestyle and those involved in it grow as people and within the wizarding world of BDSM but I have to admit that today I am frustrated with the number of “self-proclaimed experts” online who throw around opinions as though they have lived the lifestyle when all they have done is create their fantasy world. These d and s types who have never experienced a bit of BDSM in-person with a partner but prance around the online world as experts are grinding my gears today.

It is marvelous that so many people share their thoughts and views, as they know them, without in real-life experience, it truly is, but I am sorry you are not a lifestyle expert, simply an authority in discussing what you think your fantasy will be like, feel like, and until you have truly lived the lifestyle please, please be forthright and express you are simply sharing what you think but your viewpoint is lacking in-person experience. Just like the person who has recently graduated from law school, their education has taught them the law but they do not know how to be a lawyer as that only comes through in-person experience.

Lastly, please remember, I believe that it is fantastic to explore, learn, find romance, and share ideas/opinions and offer well-meaning advice online. It does not matter if you are brand new to the lifestyle or if you have been involved for many moons. The thing about this lifestyle is until you have experienced it in-person, you do not truly know if it is for you. Many, many people have felt the lifestyle was right for them until they swam in the lifestyle pool rather than just lounging beside it and talking about all they saw happening in the water. Please delve into, research, and discuss the lifestyle but if you are going to set yourself up as a lifestyle ‘expert’, all I ask is that you have experienced the in-person, in the real-life world of BDSM because until then, you do not truly understand how it feels.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2022

[michellemisfit]

hey you! can you believe it’s the end of the year? 🥳✨🥂

to wrap up another fucking fantastic year of loving on ian & mickey & each other, please share:

your favorite thing you created this year

a fanfic that you can’t wait to reread

a piece of fan art you can’t stop thinking about

happy new year! cheers to another go around the sun! xx

I was just about to start doing my make up and get dressed, ready to go out and greet 2023. But I’ll totally stop for this!! 🙌 Thank you @gallawitchxx for including me 🥰

1. I should say my drawings for the Gallavich Gift Exchange, seeing as it’s my first piece of fanart, and I only write fic once every three years or so lol

But GGE happened like 5 minutes ago, whereas before that I spent about 6 months working my arse off to find perfect matches for our boys for my Gallacats 🐈‍⬛🐈, and I’m still really proud of like 90% of them, and downright smug about 20% of them. Including the below. Which never got the love I felt it deserved. - I was pleased as punch when I thought of this match, and then managed to find the perfect pictures for it. - angst as fuck, sure, but clever… right?

I still haven’t worked out how to link to a tag search result, so here’s the link to the original post for the above (sad Ian), and you can hit the 🐈‍⬛🐈 tag from there, if you fancy browsing my Gallacats :)

2. A fanfic I always always always go back to is @gallavichy’s Cooperative Gameplay. However I have literally just finished re-reading that five days ago, so that will tide me over for a couple of months, hopefully! lol

So instead… I must say that after all of the hard core socialising and all of the fancy food that Christmas brought, I have been craving the peace and quite and simple pleasures of… maybe a dingy little diner? 🤔

Just this perfect place, where you get left to your own devices, have coffee, have a piece of toast, work your way up to some good food, eventually good company, and then one day you slowly fall in love… @loftec’s None The Wiser, anyone?

3. I have adored @mariemarion’s work since back in the Shadowhunters fandom, and decided - for the first time ever - to commission artwork this year. I loved the entire process, and I’m obsessed with both pieces she made for me!

I would also be remiss if I didn’t given shout out to @steorie whose sketch of Ian and Mickey’s faces is one of the first Shameless fanart that immediately made itself at home in my brain.

And that was before realising just how much colour stephi manages to pack into her pieces of art, making me wish I wasn’t such a basic pencil bitch… haha

And I’d like to send some love to @suzy-queued for her Kinktober Series. The pieces were clever, funny, silly, hot, and often downright filthy… all of which is GOOD, of course! But I also admired the fact that Deena completed every single day of the challenge. Crazy inspiring, that! Hats off to you!