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soup-is-nice-sometimes · 3 months

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warning brendon mention + also excessive usage of brackets and like no punctuation/formatting except for paragraph breaks iM SORRY

sick and tired of ppl saying panic went to shit after ryan and jon left like yes it downgraded (compared to afycso my fave album from them) B U T ian (even tho he was only there for a few years) and dallon (who stayed on til 2017 oh how he put up with a lot of bs over the years) rlly kept it from tanking in those key years imo

like dallon is credited w writing most of v&v (with the exception of "nearly witches" - ryan wrote that) and all of twtltytd (is that even the album name idk i dont rlly listen to post ryan panic sorry not sorry) and he played bass not only for the end of pretty odd touring but also as part of the band til 2015 and then continued touring til 2017 (plus apparently brendon stopped him from releasing a song w 21 pilots which is actually why im writing this lmfao) like

dallons writing was on a similar level to ryans and it feels mean/unfair to reduce those albums that he did write to "shit" bc ryan wasnt there

and yes doab has a couple of bops (crazy = genius and also la devotee imo) but overall they dont cancel out what is mostly a shit album (ok yes dont threaten me w a good time is okay too but he did NOT make those high heels work good lord) esp cause there were literally none of the ogs except brendon on that)

and ofc pftw is ass if i ever hear high hopes or hey look ma i made it i actively try and leave wherever i am (they fucking played high hopes at a skate night i went to WHEN I WAS COSPLAYING RYAN ROSE VEST)

also side note fuck u brendon for continuing to play camisado after ryan left even tho it was like the one song he asked you to stop performing it cause it was rlly personal to him AND YOU DIDNT LISTEN (ofc all the songs were personal to him but camisado was one of the ones that he specifically drew on his experiences w/ his father to write)

also side note 2 imo panic died when spencer left (2013) but was temporarily revived til dallon left (2017) and brendons been dragging its corpse around for the last 6 years. and idc what anyone says the touring artists he played with do not count as panic cause no offence but like their title says theyre TOURING ARTISTS (like how dallon didnt consider himself a part of panic when he was touring w em til they asked him officially and then when he "stopped contributing creatively" - his words) like i rlly doubt ppl can name them off the top of their heads (altho theyre underappreciated for dealing w brendon)

if you've read this far PLEASE feel free to comment (? is taht what its called here) and/or reblog w ur additions/opinions im fairly open-minded abt others ideas!

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awinchestershell · 10 months

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#Smosh #Anthony Padilla #Ian hectic #Smosh pit #this had me on the edge of me seat #I was sweating

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robotnikholmescomicblog · 2 years

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Man, this round table of Egg Bosses is just like with the Grandmasters in Scrambled, except this time there’s more focus on their interactions with each other and gauging what all of them feel when the boss addresses them. None of them (barring Thunderbolt and maybe Maw) want to be there, but I appreciate seeing Tundra and Akhlut clearly having a one-sided Rivalry Stare, Stormy meditating without her hat, Abyss swiping on her...tentacle phone, and of course everything Thunderbolt does is extremely amazing. The ENERGY this angry bean emits!

Eggman probably sat all the big guys next to him just for the purpose of intimidating them and the short guys. xD

I notice that the holograms of Naugus have his updated design but the flashbacks don’t. I guess it is canon that that’s how he used to dress like, as he had done so since #252 and this is consistent with ABT’s art in the next Sonic Universe stories, though it’s funny Yardley still used the new design in the flashback of #83.

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commanderfloppy · 8 months

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My brain does not work enough to make an actual Tori and Ian romance lore post rn, so instead you just get an art dump. The last 2 are done by @legavo

Also yeah they do get married.

#gw2 #my art #other people's art #Tori dawnmoon #Ian Marcin #Dirty Practicality #the marriage story is a fun one #bc Ian's family sucks ass so he was in like an arranged marriage pact for if he didn't find anyone by a certain age #So they get together and then one day he wakes up in a cold sweat like 'oh FUCK THE PACT'#so they end up planning a wedding for right before the end date #while also trying to find a way to nullify it legally (for his sister)#which they do but it's like the night before the wedding #so they get married anyways and get to rip up the contract in front of his parents while kissing #also the honeymoon gets intense..#I may be able to post an art for that if I censor the boob...

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danswank · 2 years

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@jackbarakat: Lemme borrow that top

#can jack give everyone a lesson on a good photo dump #the first photo what the fuck i’m sweating #atl #jack #alex #zack #rian #ian appears just as we were talking about him lol

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jesswriteswrongs · 8 months

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Black and Blue

Fandom: Shameless (US)

Characters: Lip Gallagher x Female Reader, Veronica, Fiona, Ian, Carl, Steve

Summary: reader turns up at the Gallaghers house freezing and broken

Warnings: mentions physical abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, medical talk

Inspired by Bruised by @theapangea

Minors DNI

You ran, no idea where you were going, no time to grab a jacket, just running through the snowy night in nothing but your tank and underwear. You could barely focus, running and stumbling and running more, trying not to slip on the ice underfoot. Your feet were numb by the time you found yourself outside the Gallagher house, and the adrenaline that had got you there worn off. You gave two knocks, hoping they were loud enough, before slumping against the doorframe and willing the cold to take you over.

Inside the Gallagher house, Ian was watching a movie with Carl when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey Carl, did you hear that?” Ian asked his younger brother. Carl just shrugged.

“Hear what?” Ian frowned.

“I’m just gonna check the door, make sure nobody’s out there.” He reasoned, pausing the movie. He got up and opened the door to the empty street.

“Must’ve been the wind…” he muttered, before stepping back to close the door. Ian paled at the sight of you, covered in cuts and bruises, freezing to death in your underwear on the porch. “FIONA!” He shouted back into the house. There was a thundering on the stairs.

“What the fuck, Ian? I’m trying to…” Fiona’s voice trailed off. “Bring her inside.” Ian didn’t move. “Now, Ian!” Fiona shouted at him. The middle Gallagher bent down to pick you up, and you instinctively cowered away from him.

“Fi…” Fiona has already seen, and grabbed the thick blanket from the couch. She crouched beside you.

“Hi…” She said softly “look, I don’t know what’s happened, but what I do know is that you showed up at my house and if we don’t bring you inside you’re going to freeze to death. So, what we’re gonna do is we’re gonna wrap you in this blanket and Ian is going to bring you inside. He’s not going to touch you, just the blanket. Is that ok?” You nod slowly, barely hearing her as your brain was catching up with the events of the night. Fiona draped the blanket over you, and then there was an arm behind your back and another under your knees. Ian picked you up with ease and brought you inside the house, the warmth prickling against your skin.

“Carl, go next door and get V, tell her to bring her med kit.” Fiona barked, turning off the TV and clearing a spot on the sofa.

“Hey! I was watching that!” Carl protested.

“Bigger problems, Carl! You can watch the movie another time.” You barely registered this conversation as Ian gently put you down. Steve had appeared on the stairs to see what all the commotion was about.

“Ian, go and grab some of Lip’s clothes, sweats and a hoodie. Steve, I can see you on the stairs. Go put the kettle on the stove. Carl, V’s house, now. Everyone move!” The boys all went to do their respective jobs, Ian heading up the stairs, Carl grabbing his coat and Steve going to the kitchen. Fiona crouched down in front of you.

“It’s going to be ok, we’re gonna get you cleaned up and taken care of.” You nodded, still unable to process words to leave your mouth. Ian was the first back to the front room, clothes in hand. He put them on the arm of the couch so they were in easy reach, then went to the kitchen to “help” Steve. It was only another minute before Veronica entered the house.

“Ok, which Gallagher needs my help now, Fi?” Fiona stood up to greet her best friend.

“Not a Gallagher.” She sighed, leading V into the room. V saw you and immediately swore.

“Holy shit, Fiona! What the fuck happened here?”

“I don’t know,” Fiona said. “She’s a friend of Lip’s, showed up at the door a couple minutes ago and hasn’t said a word. She can hear and she’s reacting, fucking jumped out her skin when Ian tried to bring her inside, but I think she’s probably hypothermic.”

“Where d’she live?” Veronica asked, putting down her bag.

“117th.” Fiona supplied, running a hand through her hair.

“Fi, that’s a half hour walk from here.” V said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“In panties and a blanket?” Fiona bit her lip.

“Blanket’s ours.” Veronica swore again.

“That’s worse than I thought. I need a tub of warm water NOT HOT and some clean towels. Think you can get that for me?” Fiona nodded and went to get what was required. “Don’t you worry, Babygirl, we’re gonna get you all fixed up.” Veronica said to you. You didn’t respond.

Lip had been having a rough couple days, and had gone out for a few beers at the Alibi. He’d had a fight with his best friend about he didn’t even know what, but he knew it ended in her telling him to go fuck himself. He climbed the back stairs and opened the door into the kitchen, where he was greeted by Steve waiting for the kettle to whistle, Ian filling a plastic tub with water, and an air of intensity filling the house.

“What’s uh, what’s going on, guys?” Lip asked. Nobody responded. He moved further into the house and saw you sat on the sofa, Veronica in front of you, gently massaging your hands.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Lip asked, his voice low.

“Lip…” Fiona warned.

“What the FUCK is she doing here?!” Lip shouted. You flinched, pulling away from Veronica and curling yourself protectively into a ball.

“Phillip Gallagher!” Lip stopped. Fiona only called him Phillip in court. It was only then that he actually looked around. You were balled up on the couch with Veronica and a medical bag in front of you, Fiona had her phone in her hand with 911 already typed in, just then Steve came in with a steaming mug of tea, Ian following behind with a tub of water. Then he looked at you properly. The skin that wasn’t bruised or bloody was pale, your lips practically blue, and you were in your underwear. As he put the pieces together he wordlessly removed his boots and jacket, no longer caring about your fight, and sat on the couch.

“Hey, Bug,” Lip said gently “let’s get you nice and warm.” He pulled you in front of him, pressing his chest to your back in order to share his body heat. He coaxed your legs out, to allow Veronica to pour warm water over them, when he noticed something.

“V, stop a second.” He said

“Lip, time is of the essence here.” She replied

“I get that but just stop and look. She’s had sex tonight.”

“Are you really thinking about your dick right now, Gallagher?” Veronica was getting annoyed.

“Veronica!” He watched as the realisation slowly dawned on her.

“Fiona!” Veronica shouted. Fiona came into the room, phone pressed against her ear

“…yeah, she just turned up at my door, not said a thing and she’s fucking black and blue, Tony.” She put the receiver to her shoulder. “What?”

“Who was it, Bug?” Lip was asking. “Your brothers? Guys from school? Guys from a club?” You shook your head no on each of those. “Your dad?” You stilled, breathing becoming shallow. “Motherfucker… I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Lip clenched his teeth. He turned to Fiona.

“Her dad.” He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger then put his other forefinger through. Fiona’s face immediately set into anger and she put the phone back to her ear.

“Tony, you gotta go now…. Assault, yeah… physical… and sexual… if you don’t, I think Lip will and he can’t go to juvie… yeah, 117th, we’ve got her, just get him.” She clicked the phone off. “Tony’s on his way to find her dad-“

“I’ll go with him.” Lip interrupted, sitting up away from you slightly.

“Lip, I’m not having you in juvie. None of my kids have gone to prison and you’re not being the first. Plus… you’re the only person she’ll willingly let touch her, she wouldn’t even let Ian and we all know he’s not exactly a threat.” Fiona sighed. “You gotta stay here.”

“No, I gotta go and kill the bastard-“ As Lip spoke he moved himself from behind you towards Fiona. There was a rush of cool air as you felt his body heat leave you, and it was all just too much. You suddenly felt everything at once, and started sobbing. The room stopped. It was the most noise you had made since you turned up.

“She needs you here, Lip.” Fiona stated. Lip nodded mutely and sat back down. He put his arms around you, his chest once again pressed to your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Shhhh, it’s ok, Bug. Everything is going to be ok. I’m here, you’re safe.” He soothed. You were shivering violently as the warmth was finally penetrating your skin. “Fi, can you go grab some clothes from my room?”

“One step ahead of ya.” Fiona pointed to the clothes on the couch. Lip nodded his thanks, and held out his hand to Veronica. She handed him a damp washcloth.

“Veronica and I are gonna clean you up, if that’s ok? Then we can get you dressed and warm. You’re staying here for now, you’re not going home.” You nodded your consent and Lip slowly started rubbing the washcloth over your skin. “Can we get her in the bath?” Lip asked Veronica “Would that be better?”

“I barely got her in the house.” Ian chimed in “but you’re welcome to try and get her upstairs.”

“A bath would be better…” Veronica thought aloud “is there hot water?” She looked to Ian and he nodded. “Go run a bath, again, warm not hot.” Ian nodded and headed towards the bathroom.

“We can get her in the bath and clean this blood and… other stuff off while she warms up, see what the situation is, patch her up.” He didn’t want to think about what had happened, if he did he was going to prison, so he focused on helping you instead. After a few minutes, you had calmed to the point of sniffling and Ian came downstairs “Bath’s ready.” Lip nodded

“You ready?” He asked you. “Can you walk or shall I pick you up?” You turned towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Ok, I’ll take you.” He kissed your temple softly, then slid an arm under your knees.

Lip didn’t bother undressing you, not that he could have with the blood sticking to your tank, he just lowered you into the water. He pulled his own shirt off so as not to get it wet, and grabbed the plastic cup from the windowsill. He stayed quiet as he poured cupfuls of water over your shoulders, occasionally pulling at your shirt to loosen the fabric from your skin. The once clear water was a pale pink by the time Lip put the cup down. “Can I take your shirt off?” He asked. You hesitated. “I’m just gonna clean you up, check out your injuries.” You nodded, closing your eyes. He carefully lifted your shirt, pulling the back up over your head and then down your arms. He didn’t react to the gash across your back, or boot print on your kidney, he just picked up a washcloth and ran it gently over your skin.

“Can I wash the blood out of your hair?” He asked quietly. You nodded again, allowing Lip to wet and shampoo your hair, his strong fingers gently working the blood from your scalp. He tipped your head back to rinse the suds, the bath water tingeing a deeper shade of pink. Once your hair had been rinsed Lip stood up “I’ll just be a sec, ok?” He said gently “V, can you keep an eye?” Veronica nodded and headed into the bathroom, looking at the various injuries that he littering your torso. Lip headed downstairs and found Fiona in the kitchen, nursing a coffee.

“You want one?” She asked, holding up the pot “‘s gonna be a long night.” Lip shook his head and went over to hug her tightly. “Lip, you’re too strong to be crushing me like this!” She scolded, before she felt the damp spots on her shoulder. “Oh. Oh Lip…” Fiona hugged her little brother back, trying to remember the last time Lip had cried like that. She held him tightly for a few moments, one hand on his head and the other rubbing his back, while he cried over his best friend.

After a few minutes Lip pulled away, wiping his nose. “Sorry, I just…”

“You don’t need to apologise, Lip. We all have our moments.” Fiona said gently.

“I should, um… I should get back upstairs.” Fiona nodded and shooed him away, shoving the clothes at him. When Lip got back upstairs he found Veronica putting the last few stitches in your back, and grabbed a towel.

“Come on, let’s get you out.” He said gently, lifting you out of the water and on to the towel. He wrapped you up like you were as little as Liam. “You’re starting to warm up, Bug. Your lips aren’t blue anymore…” You noticed his eyes were rimmed red. “V, can you or someone go into my room, second drawer of the dresser at the back there’s a grey shirt. Can you grab it for me?” Veronica went and retrieved the item while Lip carefully dried the water off your skin.

“What so special about this shirt?” She asked

“Softest one I own.” He said, pulling it over your head. He continued to dress you in his clothes, before taking you to his room. Fiona had already left a brush and hairdryer on the bed, figuring Lip would need them. He started brushing your hair gently, blotting the water with a towel, before he turned the dryer on to a low setting. As he dried your hair you looked at the clock on his bedside table, telling you it was gone midnight. You had no idea what time you had left your own house, and immediately felt guilty about bothering the Gallaghers with your family problems. You should have just stayed, not made a fuss, gone to bed, hidden everything under your clothes at school tomorrow and pretended you fell if anyone asked. You and Lip were fighting, you just wanted him to try harder at school, get out of the shitty neighbourhood you both called home, but it had ended in you both screaming at each other, and you telling him to go fuck himself. The hairdryer switched off and Lip followed your eyes to the clock.

“Hey, Bug, no.” He crouched down in front of you. “I don’t care that it’s late, I don’t care that we had a fight. I care that you’re ok, I care that you came to me and you trusted me. Now, Fiona will be next door, you can sleep in here and I’m gonna take the couch.”

“Stay.” It was the first thing you had said all night, coming out quiet and raspy.

“O-ok. I can stay if you’re sure that’s what you want.” You nodded. “I just gotta grab some stuff from downstairs, then I’ll be back.”

Fiona was still drinking her coffee when Lip reentered the kitchen.

“How’s she doing?” Fiona asked. Lip leaned against the counter and lit a cigarette. He took a drag before handing it to Fiona.

“Well, she spoke, which is good. I told her I was sleeping on the couch and she asked me to stay, so I guess that’s what I’m doing. V had to sew up a cut across her back, she has a fucking boot print on one side, the other isn't even skin, it’s just a bruise, her shithead dad fucking raped her and she nearly killed herself getting here, so um… I’m just hoping she’s still in the house tomorrow morning.” Fiona squeezed his shoulder then handed back the cigarette.

“Take some tea up for her, it’ll help her warm up. It’s good you’re staying with her, cuz you gotta keep an eye on hypothermic afterdrop.”

“Hypothermic what?”

“I don’t know. V said something about core temperature dropping because of cold blood? Just… make sure she stays warm and breathing and has a heartbeat, and Lip?”

“Yeah?” He looked round at his big sister.

“Don’t sleep with her.” Lip opened his mouth to argue. “I know you won’t, but I’m just… reminding you, I guess. She might tell you she wants to, but she’s really vulnerable right now. Don’t take advantage of that.”

“I won’t.” Lip said quietly. “I couldn’t do that to her…” Fiona gave him a small smile and his shoulder another squeeze.

“Get some sleep. I’ll call school in the morning, tell them you’re sick.” Lip nodded tiredly and pulled out a mug, making a fresh cup of tea for you.

“Hey, Fi?” He called as she started to leave the kitchen.

“W’sup?” Fiona turned to look at him

“Thank you. For… everything.” Fiona went back over to Lip and kissed his cheek.

“I wasn’t gonna let her freeze.” She got to the door before calling out to him “Make sure you turn the lights off.”

“Will do.” Lip finished making your tea and took it upstairs, turning off lights and appliances as he went. You were sat against the headboard and he handed you the mug.

“It’s chamomile, it’ll help, promise.” You nodded, sipping at it as Lip put on sweats and a tshirt. He got into the bed next to you, pulling the comforter over you both and stroking your hair as you finished your tea. He took the mug from you and put it aside before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re safe now. Night, Bug.”

#shameless #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #jeremy allen white #lip gallagher angst #whump #shameless x reader #lip Gallagher is a sweetheart #lip gallagher fanfiction

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floral-hex · 2 years

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2 hours grinding in Final Fantasy X

2 hours grinding at the gym.

2 hours grinding against my pillow because I’m so gotdang lonely oh god oh no god I’m gonna die alone

#this is inappropriate #I actually uhhh don’t care I promise #I have practically zero desire to be intimate with anyone these days #buuuuut I mean… occasionally it seems like it’d be nice to make-out for like an hour or two #not to be a sleaze but going to the gym & there’s quite a few attractive ppl there sooo ya know sometimes you think about butts & smoochin #anyway this isn’t important #I’ve been replaying FFX lately #I haven’t played it in… god… 20 years #wow I’m old #anyway I never finished it. 13 yr old Ian got stuck on this one airship boss fight #so now I’m grinding like crazy so that when I see that fucking dragon again I can stomp his ass for frustrating me as a kid #it’s pretty fun so far. I like the turn based battle system and the leveling system #I wish there was a bit more open world exploration and it wasn’t so on rails #but I think once you get the airship you can back track so that’ll be nice #I really actually wanted to replay FFVIII but FFX went on sale first so 🤷🏻‍♂️ that’ll have to wait #also been going to the gym a lot #not gonna talk much about it since I don’t want to bother or trigger anyone or what have you #but it’s nice. it’s nice to zone out listen to music and sweat a little. nothing serious.#anyway… whatever #I’m bad at talking #you can ignore this #text

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dilfl0v3rss · 8 months

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just one day

“why you gotta go out all the time, huh? can’t just lay wit me on the couch?” geto groaned, his large figure blocking the front door with his arms crossed over his chest. you’ve been going out back to back for about two weeks now and he was more than tired of it. you gave him a soft smile, your pretty white teeth making his heart do flips as he watched you wrap your arms around his neck. geto’s hands instinctively lowered, slowing moving towards your ass before giving it a hard squeeze under your skirt. “i can’t go have fun?” you said in a sultry voice, his dick twitching in his sweats as he looked down at your pretty outfit.

“ian say that, jus want one day. can i have my girl for one day?” his deep voice brought a certain tingle down your spine, your thighs slowly shifting together to calm the growing arousal in your panties. geto noticed this, his dark eyes practically glued to your lower half as he watched your thighs rub together. “you can try t’act like you don’t wanna stay, but i know where she wants t’be” suddenly his big hands moved, one now on your hip as the other made its way between your thighs, cupping your soaked pussy through the thin fabric of your underwear.

a quiet gasp flew from your lips, being swallowed by the pair of pink lips joining yours in a sloppy kiss. geto knew how to get to bending to his will quickly and planned to use those tactics on you right now. his big, strong hands moving back to your ass before abruptly lifting you in his hands. you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as your boyfriend walked you to the soft cushion of the couch. as geto laid you down, he sat on his knees between your legs, slowly freeing his broad chest from his shirt without moving his eyes away from yours. you were too busy ogling his body to notice, his thick dick protruding from his sweats.

a smirk slid to geto’s face, his body moving down towards yours before he left light kisses on your stomach. he moved up slow and steadily, kissing all over your body until making it all the way up to your neck. “want me t’fuck you?” his deep voice was muffled into the soft skin of your neck, his print rubbing up and down your clothed clit as he squeezed the fat of your thigh with one hand. your lack of reply cause geto’s smirk to widen, his hand quickly tapping your thigh as he got your mind back on track. “huh mama? want me t’put this dick in you?” the answer was and would always be “yes”, but the fact that he asked for permission just made you go crazy. a soft whine left your lips as you tried to raise your hips to feel more of the delicious friction. “y-yea….w-want you t’put it in” at your words geto broke, his body moving almost instantly to turn you on your stomach before pushing your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side. “anything for my baby”

it didn’t take long for geto to have you crying, your legs pushed to your chest as he’d lean down and kiss your tears away. “how it feel? feel full mama?” the sound of your man’s voice caressed your ears, but you were in no shape to reply. your lips parted and eyes rolling as you felt your orgasm rush through you. “c-can’t cum no m-more” you breathed out, earning you a hard thrust to your cervix as geto looked down at you with dissatisfied eyes. “what i say bout that? stop saying you can’t princess, i know what m’doin” you let out a small “sorry” before your boyfriend continued his work, his dick hitting the deepest parts of you as he looked down at you with low, loving eyes. “why you ain’t wanna spend time wit me huh? you like puttin on them sexy lil outfits and walkin past me don’t you mama?”

a small smirk crept towards his lips at the sight of your surprised eyes, how did he know? geto could tell what you were thinking without having to ask you, his hand moving towards your clit as he continued. “been wantin daddy t’beg you t’stay right?” you slowly nodded your head, words stuck in your throat as you gave your boyfriend pleading eyes. geto coo’d at this, only thrusting himself into you harder before leaning down and leaving light kisses on your lips, cheeks, and neck. “please stay baby, let me fuck this pussy all day n’make you feel good. can i do that f’you ma?” as his begs came to an end he began to leave sloppy kisses all over your neck, moving his hips faster into you as he felt his second release approaching.

geto’s voice always made you feel a way, but the deep, gravelly tone mixed with sweet begs he made just pushed you over the edge. your legs shook as you felt your release rush out of you wetting not only the couch, but the both of your bodies now carried a wet shine. “f-fuck papa” you moaned, your back arching off the couch as you watched your boyfriend continue to fuck you to chase his release. a small whimper fell from your lips, “i know pretty, but you gon be here awhile. m’not letting you off this couch until we make up for all the days you left me on the couch, dressed all pretty n shit.” before you could think you were laid on your stomach, your ass getting pulled high in the air by strong, inked hands before geto slowly thrusted back into you. his hands slowly sliding up and down your back before pushing it down to the cushion.

“keep it just like that f’me mama we got a lot of time to make up”

i forgot to put geto in the poll so ima just post this now😭

#jjk geto smut #geto suguru x black reader #geto x black!reader #geto suguru smut #suguru geto x black reader #geto x black reader #suguru geto x black!reader #suguru geto smut #geto suguru x black!reader #suguru geto x black y/n #jjk geto suguru x black reader #jjk geto suguru smut #geto suguru x black y/n

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cyb3rspyd3r · 8 months

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"GYM SHIT ."

pairing: e!42 miles x blk fem! reader

summary: miles and reader go to the gym , but miles is rather competitive

a/n: i think this is the shortest fic i have made.. smh i was lazy with this

"50 pushups rn then." miles smirked , as you were tired from the previous push ups you did since he said you couldn't. "miles ur not srs rn .." you squinted at him , rubbing your arms and breathing rather heavily. "ofc im srs mi vida , you said u could do em soo..?" miles tapped his foot and crossed his arms , looking down at you slightly laughing.

"um. well i lied. you do 50." you got up stretching , crossing your arms and grinning. "bet.. you actin like ian been goin to the gym for months and ma" you watched as miles got down and started doin push ups like it was nothing , making you side eye him beacuse he was obviously flexin.

after a few seconds , he was already done. he got up grinning , not out of breath at all. "uh huh.." you rolled your eyes , grabbing your water bottle and bag ready to go to a different section.

"mamiiiii come backkk" miles grabbed his bag and water bottle and jogged after you as you began to walk off. you scanned the gym for a different section to go to; something that was .. easier?.. the sweat dropped from your forehead as you paused to take a breath , the gym was hot which didn't help..

"mami im tired , u tryna go somewhere else?" miles dropped his bag and put his hands on his knees , breathing out as he projected his words. "mhm , we been here for bout an hour.. i woulda been thought you was tired" you laughed , looking over at miles who now somehow looked exhausted.

"mc donalds?"

"bet" you smiled.

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gatorbites-imagines · 8 months

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Gatorbites-imagines kinktober 2023

I can’t remember my stories from last year, so if any are similar its honestly a mistake, I cant be bothered to go back and check them all.

Like last year I can’t promise ill post consistently every day, but I’ll do my best to do so, or just getting all my prompts filled out.

I used a randomizer to put these together. Feel free to write any of these or use any of my prompts, if you do, please tag me, I’d love to read them.

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Astarion Ancunin + Bloodplay

Michael Myers + Drugged and/or captured

Hal Jordan + Size difference

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader + Uniform Kink

Clark Kent + Alien Biology

Mickey Milkovich + Wrestling and sparring

Simon “Ghost” Riley + Gun and/or Knifeplay

Roy Harper + Musk and/or Sweat

Miguel O'Hara + Aphrodisiacs

James Bucky Barnes + Choking and breathplay

Roronoa Zoro + Cumplay (snowballing, felching, etc)

Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante + Bondage/Shibari

Conner Kent + Breeding and/or excessive cum

Stu Macher + Edging and/or milking

Jason Todd + Leather or Latex

Homelander/John Gillman + Cock warming

Steve Rogers + Title Kink (daddy, sir, etc)

Din Djarin + Markings (hickeys, bruises, tattoos, etc)

Guy Gardner + Semi-public or Exhibitionism

Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play

Steven Grant, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley + Omegaverse

Dick Grayson + Prostate massage/torture

Tyler Durden and Jack "The Narrator" + Masks and helmets

Aaron Davis + Reunion sex

Sanji Vinsmoke + Dry Humping and/or frottage

Bruce Wayne + cock cages

Mike Schmidt + Desperation

John “Soap” MacTavish + Muscle/Body worship

Tim Drake + Rimming

Boba Fett + Oral Fixation

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threadsun · 7 months

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Hi I love your writing and I wanted to know how you think the SDJ boys as well bo, Elias, and Taylor would react to MC in bed asking from cuddles. But when they pulled back the blanket with the intentions of cuddling, they then realized that MC is completely naked.

Gets Into Bed For Cuddles:

Shaun - Honestly, he's always down for being naked and also cuddling. If you make it clear you're trying to seduce him, he'll fuck you. But if you just want to cuddle naked, he's down for it!

Nick - He doesn't want to assume anything, so he'll just go along with it. He'll ask if you're comfortable with him stripping too, and then climb into bed to cuddle with you.

Joseph - He's actually not particularly phased by nudity. Both because of his past as a sex worker and because of how often the actors all change in the hallways instead of their dressing rooms.

Rory - Nothing in the world can stop this man from getting his cuddles. He almost certainly will start sleepily grinding on you as well, but he's mostly here for the naked cuddles!

Gets Into Bed To Fuck:

Jack - How cute of you to try to seduce him like this! Of course he'll act on it. You've dropped such an obvious hint. He's already stripping down and telling you to spread your legs for him~

Jean - Look, everything is an invitation with him. You're his and he'll do whatever he wants to you. Especially if you're clearly asking for it like this. You're naked, so of course he'll fuck you!

Bo - Self control is... not his strong suit. He sees you naked, and he can't control himself. He's just an eager puppyboy who wants nothing more than to knot you, please don't tease him!

Freezes:

Ian - No matter how many times he sees you naked, it never gets any less overwhelming for him. You're the hottest person he's ever seen and he wants you so badly, and feels so guilty about it.

Barry - Look, he's mostly freezing because he doesn't expect you to ask him to cuddle. Or to come onto him like that. His whole thing is trying to force you to be with him, so being willing throws him off.

Elias - He's chill with a lot of things to do with sex, especially once you're together. But casual nudity is one of the things he struggles to get used to. So he freezes when he suddenly sees you naked.

Taylor - His mouth goes dry, his palms start sweating, and his pants get tight. Seeing you naked does things to him and he doesn't know what to do about it. So he just stands there and stares.

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ange1sang · 1 month

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thinking about mickey who grew up in the horrors of the milkovich house looking at people who plant flowers in their gardens with disdain. they all live in the same shitty south side blocks, why plant flowers that will bloom for just a week or two and then go back to being sad-looking patches of dirt covered in withering, colourless petals? he thinks they're ridiculous for dedicating so much time to something so fleeting that could easily get pissed on by a neighbourhood dog or trampled by rowdy kids. he rolls his eyes at the makeshift gardens, convinced he'll never understand.

it's years later, and ian is struggling to get on his feet after a whirlwind moodswing. he's spent days and nights unmoving in bed, covers pulled tight around his freckled shoulders and green eyes dull no matter how the light hits them. mickey brings him coffee every morning even if the mug remains untouched, kisses ian's cheek and strokes a worried thumb against his temple each time he has to leave him. in the evenings he tells ian about his day, unsure if any of the information is even reaching ian at the bottom of the rut he's stuck in. as much as the whole process feels like pulling teeth, mickey persists, and folds himself around ian when he goes to sleep, nose nudging against the back of his neck as he prays tomorrow will be brighter.

eventually a brighter tomorrow does come. mickey comes home from a job and finds ian sitting on the couch, absently watching daytime television and holding the mug of coffee mickey brought him in the morning between his thighs. he looks up when he hears mickey walk into the living room - slowly, but he looks up all the same. the smile he gives mickey is small, tentative and apologetic. it's the best thing mickey has seen in weeks.

"hey mick," ian says, voice soft and croaky, and mickey can't help but grin.

"hey mister," he whispers, leaning down to kiss the top of ian's head and ruffle the red hair he's grown to love so much. "missed ya."

they spend the afternoon shoulder to shoulder on the couch, watching mindless television while mickey traces shapes against ian's thigh with his fingertips.

mickey realizes then that even if ian's smiles and joy were fleeting, even if their warmth only came around for a week once a year, he'd never stop putting in the effort to keep his boy afloat. ian's eyes, prettier and more vibrant than any flower petal mickey has ever seen, would be worth any blood, sweat or tears shed over them. no matter how long his next low spell lasted, mickey would take care of him and get him the help he needed, regardless of how difficult it might be.

he presses a kiss to a little constellation of freckles on ian's cheekbone and wraps an arm around his shoulders. after years of disdain, he thinks he understands the flower beds a little better now.

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #gallavich fluff

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samantha-rae-velcher · 10 months

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"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him."

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @idrknothing thank you for requesting

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, fluff, Y/n gets attacked, Mickey being Mickey, kinda dark!Lip x reader, Lip attacks Y/n.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! I DONT GIVE TWO SHITS IF MICKEY IS GAY IN SHAMELESS! HE AINT IN MY STORY! SUCK IT UP AND DEAL WITH IT!

REQUEST: Will you do a Mickey Milkovich x female reader? Like she's with Lip,but she's best friends with Mickey,and one Day Lip gets really mad and hurts her,abd she goes to Mickeys with makeup on,but he immediately notices it,and proved to her (smut pls if ur ok with it) how much better of a bf he would be

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Y/n and lip have been dating for a long time, they had fights here and there but it never resulted in this. Mickey Milkovich and Y/n were friends since childhood, always playing together when they were young, and soon that turned into spray painting the sides of convenience stores and stealing cars. Mickey was head over to raggedy boots for Y/n, he always has been. He always holds her when she's sad, hes there for her whenever she needs it, especially when her jackass boyfriend thinks it's a good idea to hurt her.

"Hey babe, could you pass me that pen over there?" Y/n asked.

Lip looked at the pen right next to him, then looked at her.

"What, are your fuckin legs broken? Grab it yourself."

"Well excuse the fuck out of me for asking politely."

Suddenly with extreme force she was knocked off her feet, there was an almost burning pain in her nose when her back hit the cold tiles. Y/n could feel the warmth of blood run down her face and tears fill her eyes.

"Fuckin dumb bitch, thinking you can talk to me like that."

Ian and Carl were up stairs when they heard the fight brake out, for the first time in a long time Carl actually buried his face in Ian's side and began sobbing. Lip could be heard hitting Y/n, yelling absurdities, and Y/n attempting to fight back.

Ian listened when all fell silent below, the sound of the back door open and shut had him running to the nearest window. He watched as Y/n ran from the house and up the street, reaching down and rubbing Carl's back as he continued to cry.

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Y/n ran as fast as her feet would let her, the icy cold air making her nose burn more. She had two options, go back home and hope to God her parents don't see this mess, or go to Mickeys....she bolted in the direction of the Milkovich house, the snow crunching beneath her boots as she ran.

She reached the front porch out of breath, marching up the old steps and banging on the door. Y/n smiled when she heard Mickey and Mandy start yelling about who's gonna open the door.

When the bickering stopped the door opened and Mick was standing there in a black tank top and grey sweat pants, freshly showered with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Hey, Y/n-......What the fuck happend to you?"

He stepped outside, his bare feet hitting the cold porch and making him hiss. Mick spit over the railing, set down his tooth brush and began examining her face.

Her nose was bloody and bruised, her lip was split, and the side of her face was black and blue.n

"Did he do this?" Mick asked.

She didn't answer, her gaze only dropped to the floor.

Mickey nodded, gently taking her arm and leading her into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom. He closed the door and pulled some rubbing alcohol from his bedside drawer, Mick then grabbed a wash cloth from his clean clothes that had be neatly folded and placed on his bed.

"You do that?" Y/n asked.

He looked over at his stack of clothes, he smiled and shook his head.

"Nah, you know I don't got time for that bullshit."

"Folding your clothes is bullshit?"

"It's a waste of time is what it is. I'm gonna wearing them anyway, what's the sense in folding them?"

"So that they don't get wrinkled."

"I'm a guy who lives in a town full of bums, you think they'll give a shit if I walk around with a wrinkled shirt?"

Y/n giggled and shook her head, watching as Mickey poured some alcohol onto the cloth and came over to her.

"This is gonna sting like a bitch, but it'll clean your face." He said.

Mick gently pressed it against one of her cuts, Y/n closed her eyes taking in the smell of his room, it smelled of cigarettes and his musk.

"There you go." He whispered. "You're okay."

Y/n felt his warm lips press against hers, she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto the bed with her.

Kicking the door closed, Mickey began removing his shirt. Y/n fallowed his lead, all while kissing his neck.

Mick unbuttoned his pants, pulling his cock from his boxers and lining himself up with her entrance. Y/n gripped his biceps as he slowly pushed in, both letting out a low grown.

Mandy was sitting on the couch playing videogames, when she started hearing Mick's headboard hitting the wall. A smiled spread over her face and she chuckled.

"About time."

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"You like that?" He whispered in her ear. "You like when I fuck you like that?"

Their lips crashed together once again, all teeth and tongues, full of hunger and lust. Y/n ran her hands through his hair and made a fist, pulled him closer and deepening the kiss.

Pulling away for a breath, he moved to attack her neck, grabbing both wrists and holding her hands over her head with one of his.

Mickey went from deep slow thrusts, to hard and quick. Angling their bodies perfectly so that he hit the right spot every time.

"Please, Mick...." Her voice came out just above a whisper.

"Please what? You want more?"

Y/n whined and nodded.

"You gotta use your words, sweetheart."

"Pl- ahhh.....Please Mickey, go harder."

"Please what? I'm sorry I think you got my name wrong, say it again but correctly this time."

"Please, Daddy. Fuck me harder!"

"That's a good girl."

His thrusts became harder, Mick's hand slowly ran down her body until his fingers reached her clit. He started quick tight circles, making her legs twitch and her head fall back against the pillow.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum. Please, Mick. Don't stop!"

"Good. Cum for me, Babygirl."

His words were enough to send her over the edge, a smirk spreading over his face when he felt her warm release coat his cock. Mickey kept thrusting until he buried his face in her neck, and with a groan he came inside her and collapsed on top.

Still out of breath, Mickey kissed her neck. His lips moving closer to her ear.

"Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him."

"Okay."

There was silence for a second before Y/n continued to speak.

"Hey Mick."

"Yeah."

"That Milkovich boy, you know the hot badass one?"

"Yeah." He chuckled.

"He said he's gonna kill you."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

#fyp #foryou #fanfic #foryoupage #x reader #requested #mickey milkovich x fem reader #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich x y/n #mickey milkovich x you

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