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will you guys stop deactivating it is hurting my feelings please and thank you

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I’m too shy to comment BUT I wanted to say ur story muse abt Viktor is soo good i literally had a dream about it the night after reading I love u and ur writing, thank you for blessing my dreams xoxox 🙏🙏🙏

oh my god, nonnie, this is the nicest thing someone's told me since i started writing fics, i swear! it makes me so happy to hear that, but i'm the blessed one for having such a kind reader 🥹💚

i hope your day/night is as amazing as you are, that your bed is comfy, and your food is tasty cause you deserve it! 💚

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here's some media questions that i've come up with! send them in my inbox and i'll give you a response!!

🌟 what is your favourite type of media?

📖 literature/reading

i. what is your favourite book?

ii. who is your favourite author?

iii. what are you currently reading?

iv. what is that last book you finished?

v. what is your favourite literary genre?

vi. what is a book you didn't like?

🎞️ movies/tv

i. what is your favourite movie/tv series?

ii. who is your favourite director?

iii. what is the last movie/tv series you watched?

iv. what is your favourite movie/tv series?

v. what is your favourite movie/tv genre?

vi. what is a movie/tv series you didn't like?

📻 music

i. what is your favourite song?

ii. who is your favourite music artist?

iii. what is your favourite music album?

iv. what is your favourite music genre?

v. what is the last song you listened to?

vi. what is a song you didn't like?

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My heart goes out to Ximena Talis ughgh,, She'll never know the truth of what happened to her son, and that's so devastating. She did so much so that he could live a good life in Piltover, having walked through a blizzard with him while they only had the clothes on their backs, only for her and Jayce to be saved from hypothermia by the mysterious figure that was revealed to be Viktor later on.

She doesn't know that her son was forced to eat diseased vermin and crawl his way out of a cave with a leg he had to pop back in himself. That was her baby, and she loves him so deeply. The way she hugs herself after putting Jayce's name in the pile of other fallen friends is so heartwrenching

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The Holidays Come To Casterly Rock

Tywin Lannister x Wife!Reader ~ Holiday Fluff

Casterly Rock has long been without the sounds of the season, but with a new Mistress come new traditions

Tywin stood at the entrance to the great hall, an impassive scowl on his face as he surveyed the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Careless of the mud he’d tracked in on his riding boots, he folded his arms and cleared his throat - effectively bringing the din of the room to an abrupt halt. Turning, you glanced at your husband, an odd amalgamation of branches in your hands and smiled widely.

“Lord Husband.” You said cheerfully, putting aside the creation to greet him. Tywin considered you blandly, the subtle dip of his head to allow you to press a kiss to his cheek the only greeting he returned. Pressing a peck to the rough stubble against his face, you came to rest on your heels and alighted a hand softly on his arm.

“It would seem the whispers running up and down the halls were indeed more than rumors.” He commented dryly, eyes again scanning the hall. “You’ve had even the stable master abuzz with your latest antics my lady.” His eyes came to rest again on you, and his eyes flickered at how bright your own were.

“Surely you’ve celebrated the Solstice before, Tywin.” You said for only his ears, mindful of the servants and you pulled him further into the hall.

“Perhaps my lady, though I’m certain with no such… largess.” In truth, it’d always been Joanna who’d overseen such celebrations, Tywin had never been one with a proclivity towards the festivities of the ‘season’. And while his memories of said festivities could be vague at times - as he’d avoided attending as many events as he could find plausible excuses to - he still recalled that the halls of Casterly Rock fairly sang in those brighter of days. Truth be told, since her passing he hadn’t recalled the last time he’d seen his ancestral home so alive. Naturally he’d never admit as much, but the sight warmed some small fraction of his heart.

“My lady, that is a tree.” His tone had turned affronted as he noted the bound - and quite large - tree lying in the corner. Stiffening his jaw, Tywin looked to you expectantly.

“Hmm? Oh, yes. Yes it is.” It wasn’t so much your nonchalant tone that irked him, but rather the vacant way you looked up at him paired with your refusal to elaborate.

“Why is there a tree in the great hall, my dear wife?” Your fingers flexed against his arm at his clipped tone, and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to fight down the urge to match his tone.

“It looked so lovely out of doors, I imagined it would look just as lovely in doors… and decorated.” You trailed off at the end, attention veering back to the tree as you began to envision exactly where you’d place it. “Ser Clegane was most generous to lend his back to the effort.” You added with a sweet smile, doing nothing to keep the self satisfaction out of your voice.

Tywin's eyes flit to the man in question, and he noted the mud staining the mans fine leather breeches and freshly tanned boots. Turning his attention to the mountains passive expression, he caught the lingering trace of loathing that lingered in his eyes, before he schooled his features into something more palatable.

Turning back to you, Tywin couldn’t help the tick in his jaw at your obvious glee at the man’s disdain for you. It was little secret of anyone with eyes or sense that there was an obvious enmity betwixt you and one of his most trusted men.

“It seems Ser Clegane was most generous with his back.” Tywin’s voice rumbled low with just the barest hint of amusement as he led you surreptitiously from the hall.

“Lord husband-” Your words were cut short as Tywin all but pushed you against the cool stone of the nearest sequestered alcove. Towerimg over you, he pressed you back against the stone.

“Just when I imagine I have a reign on you, my lady, you somehow manage to vex me further.” He grumbled, lips going to your neck. Fighting back a smile you tilted your head back, a thrill traveling down your spine at his strained tone.

“You insist that…mountain accompany me-” Your musings once again cut short by his ministrations, you shiver at the teasing way he sucked at your pulse.

“Do not refer to any man while I am seducing you.” He murmured gruffly against your skin, pressing a soft kiss to the offended flesh afor running his nose along your jaw.

“Men…what are men?” Your voice grows airy as his hand spans your rib cage, pulling you flush to him.

“Mmm. Figments of the imagination, my lady.” He mused, voice equally as affected as your own as he rutted softly against your side, silently cursing your skirts.

Ser Clegane was swiftly forgotten as you quickly became consumed with each other, and for the proceeding hour the servants wisely avoided that region of the hall.

Much to his chagrin, and after several more…talks you had your tree standing proudly in the hall. And no one is exactly certain from whom the command came, but it was one Ser Gregor Clegane’s solemn task to keep the candles lit upon your tree at all times.

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giving a sleepy, overworked viktor head late in the lab..? and because hes so tired he's just dumb and needy....???? (ig somno if you squint)

18+ ᴍᴅɴɪ

“what do i have to do to pull you away from that?” you sighed, practically hanging off the back of your lover’s chair. you took a quick glance at the clock in the corner of the room, soon to approach midnight. viktor answered you with a simple, deflective hum and you rolled your eyes. if he didn’t complain about the exhaustion making his chronic pain flare up, you would have pulled him away from that desk with your bare hands and throw him on the nearest plush surface. you sighed again, a little louder this time, a little pointed.

“am i boring you, love?” he rasped, exhaustion heavily coating his voice and thickening his accent.

“you really can’t take your eyes off that thing for just a second?” you leant down over his shoulder, exasperatedly nodding toward his project. “not. one. second.” he answered, not even raising his eyes to meet yours, focused entirely on scribbling down what looked to be an equation.

oh. you took that as a challenge.

wordlessly, you gently nudged the wheels of his chair away from its place flush against his desk. he barely noticed, only giving you a slight furrow of his thick brows. you rounded the chair in front of him and slowly sank to your knees. “not one second?” you tilted your head coquettishly. at your words, he allowed himself to spare a glance at you, kneeling before him, under his desk. his breath hitched in his throat, trapping his response in his chest. a glance was all he could afford if he wanted to focus. even in the dim lamplight, you could see the faintest brush of pink across his cheeks. smirking triumphantly, you carefully reach up for the zipper of his pants. he loudly clears his throat when he feels your fingers so close.

“darling.” he called as a warning, stopping short in his work but still refusing to tear his eyes off of it.

“you want me to stop?” you asked earnestly, though you were sure you already knew the answer. he fixed you with a look. a permissive look, but a firm look, like an ‘i can’t resist this but i also won’t endorse it’ kind of look. you bit down on your grinning lip and pulled his pants down entirely. you could feel him tensing his muscles under your hands, willing himself to keep his focus on his work. you slowly pulled his cock from his constraints, giving it a single kiss on the head.

a soft groan rumbled in his throat, one hand dropping his pen and moving to cover his mouth. he could not look at you. he could not look at you. if he looked at you, he’d be done for the night, his brain would be absolutely fried and, oh, goddammit. your cheeks are hollowed, pretty plump lips wrapped around him, mischievous eyes glinting up at him. “fuck.” he groans again, closing his eyes and letting them open in your direction, finally. you braced your hands on his thighs, making sure to dig your nails into the pillowy flesh of his good leg. you finally got those pretty whines to come out. “evil…” his chest rises and falls heavily with each labored breath, becoming more and more ragged the more you fill your mouth with him. “evil woman.”

you giggle as much as you can with him on your tongue and it vibrates oh so good around him, causing him to toss his head back and whimper, “please…” one hand blindly reaches for your hair, gently tangling his long fingers in your locks, guiding you. oh, you’ve got him now. “oh, god, please don’t stop…” you will yourself to take him as deep as you can, and he hisses as he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. he opens his eyes to check on you, pulling you off for a moment. he takes the brief respite to tilt your chin up and give you a few quick kisses, babbling things like sweet girl and i love you so much and i’m sorry for neglecting my poor little darling and i could never say no to that pretty face in between. you can’t help but giggle at his sleepy verbage, more mushy than usual.

“that’s cute.” you take his hand off your chin, threading your own fingers through his. looking at his achingly hard cock. “i wasn’t done, though.”

he gives you one of his cocky, lopsided smiles and pats his lap. “no, no you weren’t.”

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i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

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guys (moots or otherwise) i need some advice/help lol.

so i'm trying to quit smoking — have been smoking for, like, 13 years now, and i write best when i chainsmoke, which, well, isn't ideal.

how do you guys write? as in, what's your routine? are there any ex-smokers who could give me some advice? i don't do nicotine patches or gum or vapes because it's not the nicotine i crave, but feeling the cigarette between my fingers, seeing the smoke when i blow it, hearing it crackle when i light it up, and vapes just don't do it for me. it's absolutely disgusting and unhealthy, i know — that's why i'm trying to quit. help!

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young silco pls just give me one chance

early access + nsfw on patreon

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bro if you think silco was sexually attracted to jinx please seek psychiatric help

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reflect

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I will not be taking criticism thanks

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give them a week and they would fix literally every problem in Piltover and Zaun

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

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Who's boots do I have to lick to see Silco and Phantom of the Opera being mixed in literally any form. Prompts, animatics, fanart, fics, imagines,doodles. ANYTHING.... PLEASE

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i need to get this out of my head. getting your nails done and getting them a little extra long to surprise your boyfriend kento nanami.

when you show them to him he doesn’t take much note of the length, but he compliments the color and design like he always does and brings your hand to his lips, placing little kisses there that make you giggle.

it’s not until you’re underneath him that he realizes just what power these nails have.

you writhing and moaning, cause he’s stretching you open on his thick length so good that it almost hurts. trying to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head so you can keep eye contact, while he’s praising you through the whole thing.

his perfect perfect girl.

and then you rake your nails down his back, creating red marks, and kento’s whole body shudders as he squeezes his eyes shut. his hips stutter before he buries himself deep, shooting hot white ropes of cum, filling you up.

he whines into your ear. a pretty little sound, so far from his usual composed demeanor. it makes you tighten around him, which only aids kento to cum that much harder.

he rides out his high, before he opens his eyes again, and he pants as he mumbles several fumbled apologies.

kento usually never cums before you.

he blinks almost owlishly at you, wondering what sorcery you just pulled on him, cause he swears he just saw the pearly white gates of heaven.

something about your nails, the faint pain mixed with pleasure, the newfound knowledge that there’s yet another way for you to mark him as yours. he imagines going to work tomorrow, scratch marks hidden underneath his shirt, but he’ll know. and so will you.

you swear he almost purrs when you run your fingers through his sweaty blonde hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp, and tell him not to apologize. if anything, you found it hot.

incredibly hot.

(he never asks you to scratch him up again going forward, but whenever you’re fucking, he always makes sure his shirt is off so you have free access.)

(approximately three weeks later he transfers you well over the amount that your nails cost. in the note he just writes “make sure to get them long again”)