#SHUT UP BILLIONAIRE BITCH

[xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx]

the fact that little miss pollution billionaire can pay to be above the law once again is making me insane

she’s told she has to finish up the show by 11pm cuz it’s a residential area and she just does not cuz i guess she can just pay off any fines they might give her is pissing me off so so much like fuck anyone who lives here who might need to sleep or get ready for work or get thier kids to sleep for school i guess we should have thought of that before we became *peasants*

[mzcain27]

IIIIIIIIII AM SO SICK OF MY BROTHER BEING UP SHITTY PEOPLES ASSES

[smutoperator]

A Horny Hostage

Lalisa Manoban (Lisa) x Male Reader

Kinkvember Chapter 1

Main kinks: kidnapping, golden shower, interracial (BWC), car sex

Word count: 3239.

New York City, United States, October 15th, 2024

What a day it has been for Lisa. Never in her wildest dreams when she started her idol career, she thought she would become a Victoria's Secret angel. She was as happy as ever.

"Come here, let's take some pictures," a photographer oriented her, bringing Lisa close to a van with its right side door open, where you took some pics of her, with her liking the best the one where she flaunts her cute ass.

"Good, let's take some more pics," you say to her after she looks at the ones captured in your camera and approves them. However, all that was just a trap to lure the (not so) innocent Thai girl into your plan.

A pair of masked dudes emerges from the side and shoves Lisa inside the van; you follow them, getting yourself on the backseat of the van while your two partners drive it away from the show. The newly crowned Victoria's Secret Angel is now just a hostage.

Lisa panics a bit; she screams for help at first, but no help is about to come. "So, let's blackmail her billionaire boyfriend into dropping some good money for the new woman we got with us," you say to your partners in crime. Despite the crowded traffic of New York City, your van quickly passes through Brooklyn, then Queens, and soon reaches the wilderness of Long Island.

Lisa is tied up, but you slowly calm her down. "We are going to free you in exchange for some favors," you tell her. "What kind of favors?" she asks. "You'll find out soon," it's all you can say for now.

You untie Lisa and start touching her body parts. Her long legs, her dark hair, and then hovers your hands around her pussy. "Careful, boy, you're looking for something that you can't handle," Lisa says to you. But you quickly shut her down. "I'm pretty sure I can handle you fairly easily; if your ugly ass boyfriend can do that and all he's got is money, I can do it too," you tell her.

"So you think you can handle this?" Lisa says, flaunting her ass for you. That arrogant brat is starting to get on your nerves. You then play with the dark wings from her outfit, which were stored inside the fan as well. "Fallen angel, I want to see you turning into a wild devil," you tell her. "If you say so, then I'll show you something," Lisa says.

"Then show me what kind of badass you are," you tell her, reaching with your hands to touch her pussy. "You have a nice pussy out there, you tell her, taking off the bottom parties of her outfit and leaving just her panties on. "Those bare legs are so sexy," you say, running your hands over them. "Take it off; I want to see you with just a bra and panties, the way I bet your boyfriend does every day," you tell Lisa, who obliges and takes the piece of fabric covering her bra.

"You really like to flaunt how much of a hottie you are since leaving idol life," you say to Lisa. "Well, if you let me, I'll do it even more," Lisa says, reaching towards your crotch and noticing your cock is already throbbing for her and ready to burst off those pants. But you slow her down, grabbing her neck and kissing her. "You're a bad bitch, aren't you?" you ask her.

"You're hot as fuck; now come suck my cock," you tell Lisa, unzipping your pants and showing off that big white cock to her. "Bet it's much bigger than your boyfriend's," you tell her. Lisa strokes it, then bends over to get a taste of your cock, allowing you to see her great ass from above as her sexy mouth gets it wet.

"Hmmmm, it tastes so good," Lisa says. "Fuck yeah, it does," you reply, letting her take the initiative and blow that pipe off while you caress her ass. You push your balls closer to her mouth, challenging her as she deepthroats you. But you quickly put a halt to her fun, pulling her top down and sucking her little tits.

"Hmmm, you like my cute little boobies," Lalisa says to you. "Yes, they are cute, but your mouth full of my cock is hotter," you say, dunking her head against your massive shaft and making her take it. "Fuck, that booty is so hot; I didn't know Asian girls could be so thicc at the bottom," you compliment her ass. "Well, it's definitely good; I bet you want to put that big fat cock in it later," she says.

"Give those fucking balls some love too," you tell Lisa, letting her lick it. But what she likes the most about sucking cock is the ability to deepthroat it, so Lisa just gets back up and takes your whole shaft in her mouth shortly after.

"Ohhhh shit, you suck my cock so good," you say to Lisa. "It's because it's so big and perfect for my little mouth," she answers as you just let her take it and give her butt a little spanking. "Now I want you to lick it like ice cream," you say to Lisa.

Lisa obliges and licks that shaft like the good whore she is. "Perfect, keep licking it and look at me when you do it," you tell her as she giggles. "Come on, show me you're a bad bitch; it's just you and me in the back seat of this car," you continue.

You pull Lisa's panties down, giving her sexy ass a few spankings. "Get them all the way down; I'll keep them as a souvernir," you say to her. "Now get on the floor and spread those legs," you give her another command.

You reach your hands and start toying with Lisa's fuckholes. Her pussy gets some fingering while your thumb goes straight into her butthole. You enjoy watching her moans just get muffled by your massive cock stretching her mouth.

"Perfect cocksucker, let me reward you for that," you say to her. "OUCH FUCK YES," Lisa screams as you start repeatedly hitting her ass hard. "Good girl," you say after, patting her head too and pushing it deeper down your shaft.

"You want that dick in your Thai pussy?" you ask Lisa. "Of course I do," she answers. "Then let's go for a ride," you say. "Bro, she is indeed the bad bitch you claimed; I'm jealous," the guy driving the van says, sliding the window down to check it a bit.

"Let's go, baby," Lisa says as she gets your cock wet with a few more suckings. You take her top off and then finally manage to grab her panties as a souvenir like you wanted, pulling it down once again and this time for good. Lisa is now butt naked as she prepares to sit her cunt on your cock.

"OHHHHH FUCKKKK," Lisa gets surprised by the size of your big white manhood in her pussy. Even her boyfriend's can't match. As a big white cock whore, she's truly having the time of her life. You make sure to use your hands to reach and push your shaft as deep as you can in her cunt. "OH MY GODDDD, UHHHHH," she moans as your tip is already reaching her cervix, the 10 inches of your massive pale pole stratching her out and bulging under Lalisa's long torso.

Lisa tries to bounce on your big cock, but her fun is short-lived. As soon as you get fully inside her, you start pumping it upwards. "UHHHH, UHHHHH," she says, getting caught off guard by your thrusts. "OH FUCK ME," she moans as you grab her butt and take full control of her body, your hips clapping fast against her cheeks as you destroy her cunt.

"UHHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHH," Lisa keeps moaning as your cock attacks her pussy relentlessly, her body swinging as the car makes a sharp turn. "OHHHHHH MY GODDDD, JUST LIKE THAT, YEAHHHH," she screams with no fear of getting heard by anyone besides your crew. She clings to any support she can find in the van, as you only increase the pace of your pumps.

You thurst so hard against Lisa's Thai pussy that her pink anus is already winking. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, USE ME," Lisa begs. And indeed, you won't stop, moving Lisa's body to the side and keep pumping her pussy hard, treating her like the fucktoy her boyfriend had too much respect for to use her like that, unlike you, who has none for this whore.

"FUCKKKKKK," Lisa keeps screaming, her voice cracking at all points. She probably used it more already by moaning like a bitch than in any of her performances as a soloist. "Oh, it's so good; oh, it's so fucking good; keeps using that pussy; oh my GODDDDDDD," she moans. "Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh," she moans as even her little tits are managing to bounce, given the intensity of your thrusts against her.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, SPANK MY ASS," Lisa says as you add extra hit to her already intense punishment, slapping her butt nonstop without losing any speed as you continue to fuck her pussy like a madman. "Come closer," you tell Lisa, who is so numb already she doesn't even notice the roof of the van, hitting her head against it.

"That's so good, so good, so good," Lisa repeats as you push her skinny body close to yours. Lisa stares at the window, the cary flying fast towards the roads of Long Island while your cock does your work in her cunt. Her spatial awareness is completely gone as her head keeps hitting the roof, and your cock hitting her cervix at all moments doesn't help.

"OHHHHHH GODDDDDDD," Lisa screams as she clings onto you, barely avoiding a hit against the glass as you keep attacking her pussy. A police helicopter flies close to your car, making you wonder if they are coming to rescue her. But you just don't care; her pussy is too good and worth getting arrested for.

You finally come to a stop, giving a little tap on Lisa's ass. "Good girl," you praise her abilities to take your white cock in such a confined space. But that's no surprise, given her flexibility acquired from years of dancing. You give her pussy a few extra pumps. "Oh my God, you fuck me so good, ah, ah, ah ah, ah," Lisa moans as your balls hit all the way up to her winking butthole.

Lisa climbs out of your cock, moving cautiously to avoid hitting the roof. She twists sideways and tells you to put your cock back in her pussy, starting a reverse cowgirl ride where the guys driving the fan will have a privileged and distracting view of her hot body bouncing on your cock.

Well, so she thought. You aren't keen on changing your ways, pumping your cock once again hard against her pussy. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE," Lisa begs, trying not to fall down as your cock pumps deep inside her. She opens her legs and moves them around, trying to get better support, but you just don't stop, grabbing her thigh and continuing to thrust like a madman. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO GOOD," Lisa moans as your balls hit right at her clit.

You fuck Lisa so fast her head now uncontrollably hits the roof of the car. You lean her body against yours, pumping her pussy at a pearly gates position, her Thai pussy just getting used by your big white cock. "FUCKKKKK, AHHHHHH, YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD," Lisa screams, getting out of breath as you just can't stop leveling her cunt. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," Lisa says as your cock hits her cervix constantly, you push her up, and her head hammers the roof once again.

You pull out of Lisa and pick up one of the folded seats of the van, pushing it back up. Lisa sits on it and spreads her long legs. You dive to eat the pussy you just obliterated for long minutes, licking her wet and used-up folds. "Looks like my big cock wrecked it good," you say to her.

"And I want it to wreck it again, uhhhh, ahhhhh," she tells you, interrupting herself with moans as your licking is too good for her to resist. You don't need much to put her on the verge of orgasm, as her pussy is already throbbing after so much pounding, and soon Lisa's long legs start shaking.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhh yeah, eat my pussy good" she moans as you tongue her folds. You kiss Lisa's pussy and move into thumbing her anus. "Hmmm, it's so tight, I wonder if my cock can fit in it," you say. "I guess you should try it, baby," she replies.

But first, you have to get your cock a bit slicker to slide on Lisa's sexy ass, giving a few pumps to her pussy instead as her wet folds lube up your shaft. You grab Lisa's leg and fuck her sideways, pinning her against the seat of the van. "Oh my God, oh my God, ahhhhh," Lisa moans.

You finally switch to fuck Lisa's ass, but your cock is so massive you struggle to get in at first. Lisa gasps with just your tip inside. "It's too fucking big for my tiny little ass," she moans. "Well, let's see," you reply.

You thrust your cock against Lisa's ass, her now coping with her butthole getting stretched out by fingering herself. "FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH," she moans. "God damn it, why do you have to be so big?" she asks as your cock digs deeper and deeper.

"Keep going; I need you all the way deep in my fucking ass, uh huh, uh huh," Lisa says as your cock slowly disappears inside it. You twist your fingers inside Lisa's pussy while your cock stays buried inside her asshole, making her scream even further. From time to time, you switch to her pussy to get some extra lube from her juices onto your cock.

Lisa's legs are so long the fingers in her right foot are now what's hitting the roof of the car while you keep fucking her ass. She opens her legs further, hitting the glass that separates the backseat of the van from the cabin. "DON'T STOP FUCKING MY ASS, PLEASE," she begs.

And who said you ever planned to stop? You push the pace and the depth of your cock inside her butt, rubbing your hands against Lisa's little tits as well while she moans like a good slut. You started choking her. "I love that baby, getting shocked while you fuck me in the ass; keep going," she says.

"Come here, let's try a different position, get on your knees, slut," you say to Lisa, who follows your orders, getting herself on all fours and clinging to the backseat of the van as you stay fucking her ass this time from behind. "AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH, OH YEAH, FUCK FUCK FUCK," she moans hard as your cock stretches her tight butthole out while your big hands reach to keep choking her.

"What the FUCK FUCK FUCK," Lisa says as you suddenly change the pace, grabbing her waist and giving her ass fast and hard poundings. "Fuck, I love stretching your tiny little ass, Lisa; your cute, sexy butt looks so good with my cock deep inside it," you say to her.

You stay grabbing Lisa's waist, not letting her get out of your grasp at any second as you fuck her ass. "YEAH FUCK THAT ASS, YEAH, OH MY GOD," she moans. You grab her arms from behind and thrust hard up her butt, using the motion of the van in your favor. "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO GOOD IN MY ASS," she says.

"Spread those legs wide," you command to Lisa, enjoying the way your cock just disappears inside her tight butthole. You then slide Lisa's body on the car's floor. "Wow," she says, as you get ready to get on top of her and pound her tasty ass even harder.

"Get that ass all the way up," you tell Lisa, who obliges, gaping her tight butthole as you slide inside it at a prone bone position. Lisa spreads her ass, trying to ease off the pressure of her tight hole, but it's to no avail; you just pound her relentlessly. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOOD," Lisa moans as you stretch her tight asshole hard, hitting her in the face and mounting on top of her like a raging bull, your hips clapping hard against her cheeks.

"OHHH, DON'T STOP BABY," Lisa begs as you impose on her a hard anal destruction; her body shakes with the insensity of your fucking. Your big white cock sends her to the heavens in a way her boyfriend's never could. She moans like a good whore, pleading to God. 

"Are you ready for that cum?" you ask her. "OH YEAH, BABY, I'M MORE THAN READY, OHHHHHHH," Lisa answers as you grab her waist and push your cock deeper and deeper in her ass. "Shit, Lalisa, your butthole is too tight; you're going to make me cum at any second," you say to her, clapping her cheeks hard.

"FUCK YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME THAT CUM," Lisa begs. "Then come here, get that ass up," you tell her, pulling out of Lisa and jerking your cock off until your seeds coat her sexy butt. You pick your phone up and take a picture of Lisa's cum-covered ass, giving it a little taps aftwards. " "Send it to Fred," you tell her.

Lisa messages her boyfriend as you stay starting at her butt and appreciating your white sperm all over it. You enjoy looking at her body, but one of the guys on the cabin suddenly interrupts you.

"Bro, we need to pee," he tells you.

"Alright, let's find someplace," you say to him.

"We are too far from the city; we'll need to pee at those woods," he replies.

"Wait, I think I have a better plan; stop the van," you answer him.

You slide the van's door open and bring a completely naked Lisa to the outside. It's freezing cold out there, but your cock is still throbbing. "Guys, I think I found the perfect place for us to pee," you tell them.

The three big white cocks start bursting hot piss all over Lisa's sexy body. To their surprise, she fully embraces it, opening her mouth when the pee gets close to it and loving the way you guys turn her into a walking urinal and cover her entire body full of that dirty liquid.

"Wow, that's so hot," Lisa says after you three finish pissing on her.

"Glad you liked," you say to her.

"Bro, looks like Fred paid the rescue money; should we just leave her there and tell him the location?" one dude asks.

You look at an abandoned cabin hidden in the woods and sense Lisa is still horny and wants more.

"I think we can wait until dawn; let's fuck that bitch airtight at the cabin first," you say.

"Done deal."

[cutebat]

You know what, fuck it. I'm going to write my own neglectful yandere batfamily cause everyone else is doing it, but I'm going to do it in a different way.

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

Prologue (Diary Entry)

Warning(s): Mentions of yandere themes, neglect, emotional abuse, mentions of physical abuse, forcing to drop out, attempted guilt tripping, reader is just venting out her feelings

(I made this in the reader's POV to make the whole 'diary entry' thing more sense.)

~~~~~

July 22, 2024

It's funny when someone tells their story.

Only to be told back that it's unrealistic.

Almost as if they're afraid to believe it's real...

Oh, God, that sounded dark.

~~~~~

For everyone who doesn't know,

Bruce is a billionaire who's also a shitty dad

Dick is a dick, like actually

Jason uses his trauma to let all his frustrations on me

Tim is a delusional bitch

Cass was okay until she knocked me to the ground

Damian is just a thing who you want to burn to ashes

Alfred... I guess is just Alfred

~~~~~

I was basically raised as what people would call a 'black sheep'. Kind of like... actually, I don't need to explain all that.

Basically, I was adopted by the infamous Bruce Wayne when I was ten for whatever reason. After the first day of living with him and the family and giving me the new role of Batgirl, everyone just pretended as if I didn't exist.

I tried to interact with every one of them and all I got were "sorry, can't talk right now" and "can you shut up".

Like, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO THEM?!

Is it because I'm prettier than all of them and had barely any trauma in my past? Seriously, why are people so jealous about these kinds of things?

Bruce really signed all that paperwork for nothing.

Of course, my little ten year old brain would think that if I tried to impress all of them with what I could do, maybe I could gain their attention.

So by the time I was twelve with my ten year old mindset goal in my head, I did nine different after school activities, won over fifteen awards for my achievements, and went out to patrol at least six nights a week.

And none of that worked! Those fuckers wouldn't even spare me a glance!

~~~~~

After a while, you don't see a point in trying your best.

I dropped out of most of the clubs I regret joining, I just laid back in my classes, and most of all...

I quit being Batgirl.

I didn't want to, but like I said, where's the point in that?

So with that, I just gave up on everything and just... stopped trying.

~~~~~

But then one year all of that almost changed?

For the first time ever, I found myself suddenly really pretty, and after a month I entered eighth grade, I was suddenly asked out by one guy, then two, and all the way up to ten!

It was like really cool!

The popular girls became my best friends, more guys would ask me out, and the teachers started pointing out that I was their favorite student, even the ones who weren't my teachers.

It felt like I was on top of everything. That I was special. The world is revolving around me.

Finally, I was in a place to build a great reputation.

And then life was like FUCK THAT!

~~~~~

After the first semester of eighth grade, Bruce was weirdly in my room and he said wanted to have a 'talk' with me.

So, during this talk, he was basically talking about the last three years of me being neglected by him and his family. To be honest, I forgot everything he told me, but honestly, I don't really care.

He also told the others about all this and now they suddenly feel bad which I don't give a shit about. But, I knew he was doing all this to guilt trip me, which was honestly so stupid.

Now, after he dropped that bomb, he told me that I had to drop out of school to do some "bonding time" with the others along with him and the people who actually cared about me didn't really matter at all!

I JUST GOT SETTLED IN!

All I said was "FUCK YOU" and just stormed out of my room with the only thing that I took was my diary that I had for quite a while that I never used before.

~~~~~

So, yeah. I'm currently in the attic, venting my feelings all out on this stupid glitter diary with a random pen that I found on the ground.

But whatever.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters...

My life is just a game.

A sick, hopeless game.

[muddyorbsblr]

team loki pt1

See my full list of works here!

inspired by this TikTok POV

Summary: Thor poses a question that puts you in an uncomfortable situation, and causing you to give him a desperate and thinly-veiled half truth

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning/s: one (1) cuss word (nope, not sorry, Rogers); other than that…none? i think? this is mostly fluff with a side of slight angst?

Things to be aware of: mutual pining, idiots in love, Thor being a himbo

"Lady Y/N, may I ask a rather…personal question?"

You made sure to shut your Kindle before you looked up at Thor, bracing yourself for whatever the god of thunder might throw your way. However, nothing could have prepared you for the next words that came out of his unnecessarily nosy mouth.

"Are you in courtship with my brother?"

The common area filled with the sound of your sputtering bumbling reaction, as well as the borderline derisive laugh from Loki, who sat beside you. In fact the question caught him so off guard that he'd carelessly slammed his book shut.

"Are you out of your mind?!" you blurted out just as the raven haired god said, "Brother, don't be absurd."

Bitch please, only in my dreams, you finished in the safety of your mind. He could do so much better than me and he probably knows it.

What you didn't know is that Loki kept quiet his own sentiment. I should only be so fortunate. Every shake of your head and flippant denial felt like a dagger burrowing deeper into his heart.

"We're friends, Thunder," you answered, again biting back the words of Of course I'd love to be more, but that's neither here nor there. "That's it and that's all."

"I see…" Thor replied, the fond smile growing on his face putting both you and his brother in discomfort. "I'm glad."

"Excuse me?" you managed to croak out despite the lump that suddenly formed in your throat.

"Well if my brother is not what you fancy then that could only mean--"

"Whoa whoa whoa hold on there, buddy," you stopped him before he could even think of finishing the sentence. "I'm not into you like that, can you believe this doofus?" You looked to the god seated beside you, who surprisingly seemed even more tense than you were.

Jaw tense, eyes slightly squinted as he assessed the blond seated across from you. His entire body language suggested he was readying himself for a fight, which had you confused to no end. What stake did he have in this situation?

"Lady Y/N, I am no 'doofus', I promise you that," Thor said haughtily, shifting his posture to puff his chest out. "I will have you know that back in Asgard many a--"

"Well you're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy," you quipped. "I know you're gonna find it hard to get through that thick skull of yours, but not every woman with a pulse here wants to throw themselves at you pussy first. This isn't Asgard. And some people just like…different things."

You didn't dare even sneak a glance at the god of mischief beside you. But if you had, you would have seen that for a split second, his face lit up at your words. That for even a fleeting moment, he felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps because your fancies didn't lean towards his blond oaf of a brother, then there was even the slightest plausibility that he had a fighting chance to capture your attentions.

"Does that mean that you prefer…urgh what was it that Stark said about these unnecessary pedantic terms?" the blond Asgardian sighed. "Something about teams…?"

Your hand slapped down on the sofa, and you let out a frustrated groan. If he kept on prodding it wouldn't take long before he'd circle back to his brother and both of them would figure it out in record time. "Fine, Thor," you said, exasperated, throwing your hands in the air. "Yes. Not that it's any of your goddamn business, but yes. I am on the other team."

You really were. In a way. Just not in the way that Stark probably meant, considering that the billionaire genius didn't spend all that much time on social media these days.

So there was no way for him, or most of your teammates really, to know that the "teams" you were referring to were actually "Team Thor" or "Team Loki". Yes, the Internet was a messed up place that you wouldn't ever bother to understand at your fully grown age, but sometimes one of its considerably saner corners were mildly entertaining.

And in this case, that corner managed to wiggle you out of a near "egg on your face" situation.

"In that case, I hope you'll accept my sincerest apologies, Lady Y/N. For breaching on your privacy so--"

"Ham-fisted?" Loki spoke up, the slightest sneer still on his face. "As you always are?"

"Yes," he murmured. "Precisely. I hope this does not affect our friendship irreparably."

"Awww Thunder, of course it won't," you said with a click of your tongue, slightly feeling sorry for the goof that currently looked like a human embodiment of "sad wet dog". "Just give it a few weeks for that awkwardness to go away…because buddy you got me real worried there."

You stood up to take your leave from the common area, wanting nothing more than to get a drink and try to put all memories of the exchange behind you. Maybe if you acted fast you could hack your brain into not having to hold on to the trauma of watching how Loki's face curled up in disgust over even the thought of you two being perceived as a couple.

"Ohh! Lady Y/N, I distinctly remember that Lady Olivia in Research is also--"

"Appreciate the offer to wingman, Thor, but I'm all good, thanks!" you said over your shoulder, walking even faster to get out of there and return to your apartment.

Once you were out of earshot, Loki turned to his brother, conjuring a dagger in his hand pointed at the oaf. "What in the Nine was that, Brother?" he nearly hissed the last word. "This will be the last time I ever make the mistake of confiding in you who it is I wish to court. Norns, you cannot even help yourself, can you? Your ego is as fragile as rice paper that you have to prove that somehow everyone I ever set my sights on will prefer you."

"Loki, I--"

"Well in this rather unfortunate and might I say humiliating turn of events, at least I have been granted the fleeting consolation that she prefers neither of us. Perhaps I can derive some form of happiness from that--"

"Brother, I apologize," Thor blurted out. "I did not set out on this foolish endeavor of mine to scorn you and thieve away Lady Y/N's affections for myself. Though now I do understand how my actions may not translate consistently with my intent."

"No, no they really hadn't, you oaf."

"At the risk of my friendship with Lady Y/N, I posed those questions in hopes that perhaps she would have shown some inkling that your desire to have your friendship become something more was…reciprocated," he confessed. There was a somber look on his face as he continued on, "I truly am sorry for not bringing forth a more desirable outcome."

Loki stewed in his seat. He'd never known his brother to express even the most minute trace of allegiance to him in their youth. "All the others," he said accusingly. "When we were in Asgard, you consistently stole them away, why am I to believe that this time was different?"

"Brother, I know you may not believe me now, but please hear me when I tell you this. Those actions were not done out of greed. They were a test of loyalty. Theirs. To you. And each and every one failed," Thor explained somberly.

Just before he could let out a barb that in your case, the only failure was his own, the sounds of junior SHIELD agents' voices floated into the common area. "Look Sierra I get it, okay? We can all have different tastes and like different people, but we can also be wrong about some things. Like honestly after everything we've seen both of them do with our own damn peepers, how can you not be Team Thor?"

"I don't have to explain my choice in men to you, Ellie," the second agent spoke. "Besides you've always known that I like brunettes and I prefer the color gree--Ohh hey, you two!" The area filled with the grating sound of their heeled boots squeaking on the floor as their steps halted upon seeing the Asgardian brothers still seated on the couch.

"Ladies," Thor addressed them with a wide grin and a wave. Both women scampered off in the opposite direction, audibly flustered before they returned to their conversation.

Loki could pay them no mind, however, for their exchange suddenly gave new meaning to your words from earlier. "I am on the other team," he quoted you. When he looked up at his brother, it seemed the blond had come to the same realization, his face lit up with excitement as he stood to take his leave.

"It seems Lady Y/N has passed my ham-fisted test after all," he said triumphantly, clapping a hand down on his brother's shoulder. "Your lady."

Manners and decorum were the furthest thing from the god of mischief's mind as he stood abruptly, shrugging off his brother's hand. "I have somewhere to be," he mumbled, his mind racing with endless scenarios of how he would go about seducing you. Of where and when and how it would commence. If he should shower you with gifts, or perhaps whisk you away to one of Midgard's more picturesque destinations to create a breathtaking backdrop to his confession.

To the consummation of your affections for one another.

But then images of your features when you both brushed off Thor's prodding questions flashed through his mind, particularly the way you winced and squinted your eyes when he'd told his brother to not be absurd. And he knew that the only right scenario would be no tricks, no illusions. To come to you here and now.

He'd waited long enough. You both had.

A/N: Merry Christmas, everybody! This is yet another one of those ideas I had where I kept on shaking my brain hoping for some loose change in the form of ideas on how to get to my next story point, before ultimately realizing that this needed to be a 2-parter. Though who knows when part 2 will be posted because as my Discord status says, I am forever ✨drowning in a sea of WIPs✨ But just know that I'm fully intending for part 2 to be mostly some smuttery between these two 🤭

This might be my last story for 2024, but let's see where the final week of the year takes me. Anyways, I hope y'all have an amazing holiday with your families, I'm going back to working on 'the gallery™️'

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[heyftinally]

DO NOT DO THIS

I swear to fuck, swifites will happily plunge us into a fascist dictatorship because they're incapable of thinking about LITERALLY ANYTHING except Taylor fucking Swift, the rapist bigot lover.

YOU ARE GOING TO GET PEOPLE KILLED DOING THIS. I'm dead fucking serious - if trump wins, people will die. And every single fucker who wrote in this blonde billionaire bitch is getting added to my "personally fucking responsible" list, because you can't shut the fuck up about Taylor Swift long enough to be serious about something that has a GLOBAL FUCKING IMPACT.

Yes, I'm pissed. I'm not sorry. Fucking shut the fuck up about this over hyped piece of shit talentless bitch and live in reality for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES.

@shitswiftiessay I need you to see this, this might be one of your best examples yet. Holy fucking hell.

[frost-queen]

Business wreckage // part 1 (Reader x Jake Seresin)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @alex--awesome--22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @slythetic

Summary: Jake Seresin has it all, everything at his fingertips. The charms, the money, the legacy, the ladies... yet one does not seem to drop at his feet. His publicist who he just loves riling up. Jake has it all but when a night he does something stupid, he looses it all. Forced to go in hiding with his very publicist that can resist his charm. [ series]

Jake Seresin had it all.

Billionaire. Top Gun pilot. His father’s empire legacy and well known to the ladies.

You stood impatiently by the hangar as the F16 finally had landed. You had witnessed it soaring in the air for longer than it should. Knowing he had a photoshoot in 45minutes. You sighed loud with a roll of your eyes, seeing him walk up to the hangar from the F16 with a girl. Of course. You kept shooting him glares till he was close enough to read your expression.

Having plastered on a smile for your pleasing boss. – “Sir, your next appointment.” – you addressed him as he came to a stop before you. His arm around the girl’s shoulder. Jake sighed annoyingly loud. He turned to look at the girl. – “I told you my publicist was going to nag me.” – he told her as the girl laughed way too girlishly to please him.

You decided to ignore his rude comment. – “Sir, your appointment.” – you repeated hinting it was time to leave. Jake groaned loud as the girl grabbed him by his pilot uniform. She licked her lips before kissing him. You immediately looked up, waiting for their kissing to end.

Their lips parted as the girl kept staring at his lips. – “Call me.” – she whispered to him. Jake winked back at her. You gestured to the car standing further away. He exhaled deep following in line with you. You opened the car door for him. Jake went to sit in the back. You shut the door, running over to the other side to join him on the backseat. The moment you sat in the car, the driver rode off.

Already with your planner tablet in hand, you double checked his agenda. – “What was it again?” – Jake asked staring out of the window. – “Photoshoot sir. For the business magazine.” – you reminded him. – “Which you are needed for in 35 minutes.” – you pointed out that they better be on time. Jake didn’t respond. Tapping your work tablet, you decided perhaps now was the time to let him know of a small change to the agenda.

“Your father requests diner with you at seven.” – you told him. – “Can’t… already have plans.” – Jake answered plainly. – “No you don’t!” – you replied voice pitching up. Jake laughed loud at how easily he could get you riled up. – “It’s not a request. It’s a demand. You’ll be there at seven for your father’s diner!” – you made clear. – “Sure Y/n.” – Jake responded still snickering.

You turned to your work for the remaining ride. Jake on his phone. Probably texting some girl. The car pulled over as you got out of the car. The driver got out as well, opening the door for him. Jake got out as you had opened the trunk in the meantime. Taking out some outfits. Holding them up with one hand and pushing him forwards with the other. – “You have exactly two minutes to change.” – you told him with a warning. 

Jake shrugged his shoulders with little care. He left to change outfits as you met up with the team. Apologizing for any delay. Jake entered in a full suit. Classy and stylish. He winked at some girls of the team, seeing them swoon immediately. Keeping your professionality up, you clutched your work tablet close to your chest. Jake went to marker as you let them do their job.

Camera’s flashing each time he struck a pose. It seemed so natural to him. He didn’t even had to put a lot of effort in it. You noticed him glancing your way, making you point at the camera. He needed to have his gaze somewhere else… not on you.

Jake looked down with a smirk before turning back to the camera. You rushed over to him when there was a break. Giving him a water bottle and towel. Jake sat down in a high directors stool. Other girls around him as well to brush up his make-up for the lighting.

One of the girls bumped you aside, making you stumble more to the background. Jake didn’t seem to notice chatting away with the girls who were more than eager to throw themselves at him. Just because he was a billionaire and hopefully soon take over his father’s empire. Something you knew Jake had no interest in. Yet that didn’t stop the girls from falling over him. Jake got back up for the next round of shots. This time there were other girls in the picture as well.

Two squatting down to hold his leg. Two other girls holding his arm as they were pressed against him. Not even wanting to look, you worked further. After the shooting when Jake was changing again, you shared the last details with the photographer. Jake then joined you back to the car. – “How’d you like the photoshoot Y/n?” – Jake asked with a smile on his lips. – “The magazine’s will love it.” – you responded without looking away from your tablet.

Jake sighed soft at your very minimum answer. The car stopped at his appartement. The fanciest building anyone could ever picture. The greatest view of the city from his window. Jake unbuckled his seatbelt as you needed to remind him just one last time. – “Diner at seven. I’ll let a driver pick you up. Don’t be late!” – you insisted upon with a scowl.

Jake chuckled mischievous. –“Sure.” – he answered knowing what reaction he would get out of you. – “I’m serious Sir!” – you called out trying your best to lecture him. – “I’ll be there Y/n.” – Jake laughed out, patting your head. It made you feel like a puppy getting rewarded for good behaviour. Still chuckling he got out of the car.

Jake Seresin had it all. Until he lost it.

You had told him so many times to be here at seven. His father waiting impatiently the room behind you. He had hired out the best place in the fanciest restaurant. A private diner room with no prying eyes. Checking the time, you panicked as it was already ten past seven. You got called into the room as he wanted an update. – “Where is my son, Y/n?” – Mister Seresin asked you. – “He got delayed in traffic, he should be here any moment.” – you lied knowing how angry or disappointed he would be.

You left the room once more, immediately grabbing for your phone. Rushing to the front while you called him. It had already been your tenth call to him with no response. Getting  desperate and panicking, you weren’t sure if he’d even come. You could curse at him. No answer. You dialled again seeing the minutes tick by.

It rang as sudden voices made you move your phone a bit down. The door opened as you saw Jake stumble inside with a girl. A different one. Hanging up, you stomped over to him. – “Sir!” – you called out ready to scold him. Jake hiccups loud, pushing his hand on your face to shove you out of the way.

Blinking shocked back at him as you watched him head for the door where his father was waiting for him. – “Sir no!” – you called out knowing he couldn’t go in looking like that. A drunk with a random drunk girl on his arm. Yet you were too late, he stumbled into the room laughing loud at his own silliness. His father got up, chair scraping back over the floor. – “Jake!” – he called out in a fury.

You pushed yourself through the door, bowing in an apology to him. – “My apologies Mister Seresin.” – you said keeping your head low. Knowing this was truly messed up. – “What is the meaning of this?” – Mister Seresin spoke pointing at his son. – “Is this diner really necessary?”  - Jake responded. – “We both know you just want to talk me in to taking over your empire. Which dad I don’t want. I know that, you know that, but you just can’t accept that.” – Jake confessed tipsy.

“So you decide to stumble in here drunk with a hooker!” – his father shouted frustrated. – “Hey!” – the girl called out. She stumbled forwards as your eyes widened with a panic. – “Listen here old man.” – she started in a whiney drunk voice. You immediately went after her, taking her by the arm to pull her away from him. Instead you received a slap against your nose from her pulling her arm away.

Stumbling back. The woman went after Mister Seresin again wanting to give him a piece of her mind. You went after her again as some members of the staff came helping. They helped you into holding the woman back. Avoiding her swaying hands with sharp nails as she was going feral for a fight. Others moved Mister Seresin away from her. Jake almost doing nothing.

Your eyes widended when you saw him go over to the table. – “No more fancy bribe diners!” – he declared grabbing a plate and crashing it onto the table. You gasped loud at his sudden violent drunk behaviour. He kept demolishing the dinner table, throwing with plates and food. – “Sir!” – you shouted loud, letting go of the girl as the other three men seemed like they could handle her. You went for your boss trying to calm him.

“Stop! Sir stop!” – you screamed out trying to grab him as his elbow punched you right in the face. It knocked you back, falling to the ground. Tasting the blood immediately in your mouth. It was then that your eyes fell on a waiter who was filming everything. Gasping loud with shock in your eyes, you knew if this went viral it was over. His reputation was smeared. – “No!” – you shouted loud, getting up to run over to him. The waiter caught you, taking a run for it. As possible as you could in heels, you sprinted after him.

The waiter was fast and before you knew it, he had vanished. Slowing down, you knew your job was on the line. You would sure be blamed for it. You should’ve staid with him. Picked him up yourself. Instead you were here prepping everything for the diner. Which was required of you as well. Returning to the room where the chaos was you let yourself slide down against the wall.

Crying as this couldn’t get any worse. Just wanting to wake up and hope this was all just a nightmare. Where Jake Seresin didn’t just ruin his own reputation and that of his father. Jake and the girl got removed from the room by a bouncer. Thrown out for the troubling people they were. Jake’s father had to apologize ashamed to the restaurant and pay for the troubles and wreckage.

You walked him up to his car, holding the door open for him. – “I apologize for tonight Mister Seresin. I’ll resign in the morning.” – you told him, knowing it was over. Mister Seresin looked up to you with a stern expression. – “You’ll be in my office at 8.” – with his final words, you shut the door watching him drive off. That night you didn’t sleep at all. Worrying about your job and about your boss Jake. For you had never seen him like this before.

Th morning was cool. September’s breeze readying you for the next season. With buckling knees and cold shivers you went to the office. The empire’s office. All the way to the top. The door got opened for you to his office as to your surprise Jake was there as well. Very different from last night. Now he stood humbly. Hands folded together with his head low.

The moment he heard the door open, he turned his gaze to it. To you. His eyes widening as he then looked away with shame. Shame for seeing the clear bruise on your face that he caused. You approached the desk nervously, knowing of the letter in your back pocket. Mister Seresin in his chair, looking very serious. He didn’t even need to say anything as he slipped a tablet forwards.

On it clear pictures and the video on the news blog from last night. It made you look ashamed away. – “Tonight was a disaster. I’ve already lost a big deal of clients over this. Since this morning I have been harassed by reporters wanting an exclusive scoop on this.” – Mister Seresin spoke.

Trying to hold your tears back, you pulled the letter from your back pocket. Laying it onto the desk. Jake’s gaze wide on it. – “I’ll resign Mister Seresin.” – you told him sliding the letter over the desk. Your action got stopped by Jake pressing his hand down on yours. – “No!” – he made clear.

“This is my fault, not Y/n’s. Punish me.” – Jake said without giving you as much as a glance. You could only stare at him. – “Oh but you’ll be punished.” – His father made clear with a scowl. – “I need to sort this out and I can’t have your face parading around. So I’m sending you off to the countryside.” – Mister Seresin finished. Jake nodded with a lowered gaze. You blinked surprised when your letter of resignation got slipped back to you by Mister Seresin.

“And you are coming with him.” – he let out. Eyes widening at the sudden thought. – “You are the only person I trust to keep him in check Y/n.” – he told you with a warm smile. You took your letter back still trying to process it all. Mister Seresin then turned back to his son with a scowl. – “You leave in five minutes.” – Mister Seresin only needed to clap his hands when the doors behind you got opened. Two members of his staff rolling in suitcases.

“I took the liberty to pack.” – he gestured at the suitcases that got rolled over to you. Jake took the suitcases over from the guy with a deep sigh. You took yours, ready to follow him downstairs if it wasn’t for Mister Seresin to stop you. – “Y/n, make him behave please…” – he told you before to your surprise leave a kiss on your forehead. You smiled sheepishly to go and follow Jake downstairs.

The two of you got shoved into a car through the back doors so no reporters could snap any more photo’s. Driving off to the airport. You exhaled deep when the car door had shut. – “Y/n…” – Jake started as you didn’t want to hear any excuses. – “Don’t!” – you called out, turning away from him. Whatever he had to say, you still hated him for last night. Hated him how he acted out like that. He used to be humble and down to earth. Now it seems the fame and money had gotten to his head.

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[beauxjangles]

I absolutely love the trope of all the batkids naming Bruce's things by just slapping "bat" onto it, like the Batcomputer, Batmobile, etc. But I also imagine it gets out of hand sometimes

Like imagine Dick is showing someone around the Batcave for whatever reason and he's like, "This is the Batmobile, Batcomputer, Batplane...." and Jason is just pissed off at him and his social life so he whips around and tells Dick to shut up and start getting some "bat-bitches"

And billionaire playboy tired dad Bruce Wayne is trying to get them to stop, but before you know it Dick and Jason are shouting at each other "YOU need to stop getting bat-crowbarred" "Well YOU need to stop being a bat-dickwad" And it just goes on and on until Bruce makes them stop and hold hands to "bat-think-about-what-they've-done"

[bluwavez]

His father always said that he thought with his heart, never his brain. The night of December 31st, 2024 was no different.

"Yeah, I'm walking fast as fuck because I'm pissed as fuck! Damn!" Noah snaps at his phone, looking at the screen like the commenter is stupid. Noah adjusted his airpods, shaking his head with a huff.

"I'm frustrated. Like, I'm mad frustrated right now. So frustrated I can't even speak Korean, like, someone is going to have to translate this--Don't translate this because the last thing I need right now is K-Sirens on my ass, holy shit." He keeps walking, not sure where he's going, but Busan's streets seem empty at this hour. It's nearly two in the morning, of course, they're empty.

It's a Wednesday.

Noah reads twenty of the same comments, asking the same question of what happened, nodding at his phone with pursed lips.

"I'll tell you what happened-Let me tell you, my shit got stolen. Again. Again!" He shouts the last word before taking a breath to try to collect himself. Arguably, he doesn't try hard. He's always found comfort in rage, treating yelling or raising his voice like a warm blanket. He's talking fast, words spewing out of him quicker than he thinks them— If he even thinks them. He swears he's on autopilot right now, shouting at his phone for thousands to see.

"Somebody Else, yes the song on Finn's album, is my beat. I made that fucking beat and I wasn't credited for it just like I made The Rizz–Wrote that shit too! Produced, composed, and wrote it. That was my fucking song through and through and I was never credited for it. He just took it and he did again! I'm so fucking mad like-" His eyes widen as he looks at the camera again, bewildered at these circumstances. Noah can't help but scoff and shrug his broad shoulders. He's still walking. The street lamps whizz above him at the speed he's going.

Noah scoffs, shaking his head and making his hair fall in his eyes. He stops walking abruptly to put a flat palm up to the camera to silently tell the viewers to shut up.

"Finn literally is not stupid. He is not dumb. He can play a dumb bitch boy for the camera all he wants, but he's not stupid and knew those songs were my songs," Noah rants, pointing to himself. Puffs of cold air are seen as he rants.

"Because I'm tired," Noah barks back, tossing a threatening finger at the camera, "I'm tired of his bullshit. He's a snake, and everyone loves him because he's 'cute' and 'precious'. Yeah, precious at stealing my work!"

Noah stops suddenly, eyes wide as he bends over to catch his breath. The night air cuts through his thin jacket, chilling him to the bone. But he doesn't stop, can't stop, because rage is fueling him more than any caffeine could. He straightens up again, pointing an accusing finger at the camera.

He doesn’t say anything with that, just pointing a finger at the camera with a scowl before walking again. His boots crunched against the frozen sidewalk.

He halts abruptly once more, raking a hand through his hair as he struggles to stay in control of his emotions.

Noah's face contorts in anger at the mention of his father, but he quickly composes himself. "My dad," he says with a sharp edge to his voice, "is not just some billionaire CEO. He's my dad, and I love him. So shut the fuck up." His words ring out, cutting through the streets with raw emotion, making him look over his shoulder before his head snaps back towards the camera.

He glances back at the camera, eyes flashing dangerously under the lamplight. "And F-Y-I, @LOOP4CHLOE," he goes on, pointing a preemptive finger at the screen, "I've never done coke in my life unlike some of your faves so keep my name out of your fuckin’ mouth."

His pace quickens again, driven by pure adrenaline and anger. His breath comes in short puffs, fogging up the camera lens momentarily as it struggles to keep focus.

Noah snorts a laugh at that one, an incredulous smile tugging at his lips. "Focus on my music? That's all I fucking do! Every beat you hear, every lyric you sing along - that's me! That's all me!" He punches his chest for emphasis.

Suddenly he stops again and looks straight into the camera, his gaze piercing the lens. "You know what?" he begins ominously, "Finn can have it all - fame, money, fans... whatever!"

He shrugs dramatically, kicking at a discarded soda can, sending it skittering across the icy pavement. "He can have all the awards too," he continues, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "I mean, he already has my Grammy... right?"

Another ding from his phone makes him pause mid-rant. He glances down at the screen, brows furrowing as he reads aloud.

Noah's shoulders slump as he reads the comment, his anger dissipating just a fraction. "Yeah," he says softly, his voice sounding small compared to the loud rant from before. "Me too."

But the moment of vulnerability doesn't last long. He huffs out an irritated laugh, shaking his head as he looks back at the camera.

"You know what though?" He says, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Even with my beats and my lyrics, Finn's still shit. His voice isn't worth shit, and he knows it. That's why he keeps stealing my stuff, 'cause he knows he can't make it on his own."

He snorts again, that bitter laugh bursting from him as he walks down the deserted streets of Busan. "Yeah," he agrees, almost sarcastically. "I deserve better. But life isn't fair now is it?"

His phone rings then, pulling him out of his rant. He glances at the caller ID and swipes the screen to reject the call without a second thought.

"Fuck off Finn," he mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing at the screen before looking back up at the camera. "Anyway," he continues with a dramatic wave of his hand, "I'm done talking about that bitch."

He stops abruptly, turning to face the camera with an eerily calm expression on his face.

[itscrazycasey]

Now I present to you: The alphabet, Avengers edition!

@official-buckybarnes @moon-x0 @proud-owner-0f-americas-ass @serenastark-official @charliecakess @truthful-timmy-of-saskatoon @official-alpinebarnes @twoarrsandonesea @we-love-redwing @four-leafed-queer-gal @totally-not-green-goblin

[𝔸] is for “Avengers, Assemble!”

[𝔹] is for “Bucky?”

[ℂ] is for “Clench up, Legolas.”

[𝔻] is for “Don’t do anything I would do, and definitely don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

[𝔼] is for “Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”

[𝔽] is for “Fury, you son of a bitch.”

[𝔾] is for “Genius, Playboy, Billionaire, Philanthropist.”

[ℍ] is for “Hulk, Smash!”

[𝕀] is for “I can do this all day.” And “I… am Ironman.”

[𝕁] is for “Jarvis, you ever shut up?”

[𝕂] is for “Kid, I’m sorry, I’m not the guy to help you.”

[𝕃] is for “Look, I have nothing against you. I don’t even know who you are!”

[𝕄] is for “Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.”

[ℕ] is for “Now you listen to me, you big, green, rage monster!”

[𝕆] is for “On your left!”

[ℙ] is for “Puny God.”

[ℚ] is for “Quill, you’re one weird do.”

[ℝ] is for “Ready or not, here I come!”

[𝕊] is for “Sorry, I’m late. I was saving the world.”

[𝕋] is for “That’s my secret, Cap, I’m always angry.”

[𝕌] is for “Underoos!”

[𝕍] is for “Vengeance is a path we all must take.”

[𝕎] is for “We have a hulk.” And “With great power come great responsibility.”

[𝕏] is for “X marks the spot.”

[𝕐] is for “You’re a lot stronger than you think.”

[ℤ] is for “Zero patience for people who can’t get the job done.”

[dukeofdelirium]

I know Priscilla’s ugly ass is not out here trying to trash Michael Jackson’s name publicly when she allowed her own boyfriend to sexually abuse her DAUGHTER for YEARS!

Priscilla, burn in fucking hell already. Michael never took advantage of your damn daughter. Michael was never a huge fan of Elvis Presley, either! And he did NOT marry Lisa Marie to get ahold of her last name or Elvis’s music 🤣

Michael already owned Elvis songs long before he ever got with Lisa. And he sure as shit didn’t need y’all’s surname. He was a JACKSON. And not just any Jackson, but THEE Michael Jackson. The self made King of Pop, Rock and Soul. A self made billionaire by the age of 19. The greatest selling solo artist of all time. The most awarded artist that’s ever lived! A man who successfully owned HALF of the music industry.

Get the fuck outta here and go flap your botched jaws somewhere else bitch. Wanna talk about taking advantage of your daughter? Let’s talk about your boyfriend! Who admitted in his own book that he wanted to have sex with your 10 year old daughter! A man you NEVER turned over to the cops!

Priscilla, you always hated Michael because you felt threatened by his success which greatly overshadowed your husbands. You hated Michael because he genuinely loved your daughter, and any shred of happiness she possessed you wanted to swallow and destroy!

You hated Michael because he actually treated Lisa Marie well. You got inside Lisa’s head and convinced her not to have kids with Michael because YOUR racist white ass didn’t want mixed grand babies! YOU got in Lisa’s head and convinced her that Michael didn’t love her, that he was going to divorce her, that he was out to get her. YOU made Lisa leave only for her to later find out that everything she’d been told by you was a lie.

But by that point it was too late, wasn’t it? Michael didn’t trust your daughter anymore, not like he once did. And you knew that was all you needed to do, to keep them apart. Make them distrust each other, when the only person that should have ever been distrusted was your snake ass!

Michael and Lisa deserved better than your ugly ass leeching off of their relationship. Lisa deserved a better mother than you. You ruined their marriage when they genuinely loved each other. Shameful.

Michael is NOT your scapegoat, Priscilla. Shut the fuck up!

[delicate-sketch]

idk if I said this before or if it was just on twt but I don’t fuck with those bitches aka the marauders fandom I don’t care if yall think my version of Nico is similar to Sirius but please don’t expect me to draw for this fandom or anything

I had read fics I tried to interact because I had seen beautiful fanart content and thought “uh let’s see what this is all about” and oh boy

I didn’t even knew fandom spaces could be so fucking Homophobic and yes with capital H that is it I am talking about it. In every single fandom space there is problems with homophobia, racism, ableism etc because bigots exist everywhere. But it’s INSANE in marauders

People say stuff like “they are opressing this straight shipp with this gay shipp”, “it doesn’t make sense for those characters to be gay because they lived in the 70s-80s”, “making this character genderqueer/feminine ruined him”

MY BROTHER IN CHRIST THESE CHARACTERS DO.NOT.EXIST. Even worse in the Marauders case BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE SOURCE MATERIAL. EVERYONE IS RIGHT AND WRONG. AND IT DOESN’T MATTER. IT’S FICTION. The fundamental backbone of your fandom creation is the huge amount of queer millennials who back in the 90s when liking HP was cool thought Sirius and Remus were a divorced couple. Get a fucking grip.

Not only this but in a time where JK could shut up and distribute her billionaire wealth with trans and people of color and that wouldnt be enough yall take pride in treat queer people bad (who are just doing their own things) as if they owed smth to yall and feel the need to RESPECT HER STORY (???) and her “canon” as if they weren’t direct reflected by her weird views - nasty really nasty and I saw they way yall treated the artists and ficwriters in the fandom too

[melminli]

Sorry, Not Really Though

pairing - some avengers x female reader

summery - when they go low, you go lower.

"I can't believe how reckless and irresponsible you were earlier!" a voice yelled across the hall.

You rolled your eyes just slightly as you walked into the living room. "Bucky, can you tell your boyfriend to kindly fuck off." You asked him as you sat down on the sofa.

He raised an eyebrow. "The mission didn't go well?" he asked.

Before you could answer that it was a success and Steve was just a pain in the ass, you were interrupted by him just as he was walking past the room. "Don't you dare say the mission was a success, that's not what this is about. You didnt follow orders." He quickly interjected before walking away.

You turned your head at the door and yelled after him. "Of course that's what this is about! It's always about that, why wouldn't it be about that?!" You asked him because he was being an ass for no reason and you were starting to lose what little patience you had. Actually, you did quite a while ago because this guy was bitching since the way back.

The mission was in Siberia. It was a long way back.

"Well." Started Tony. "You have to listen to the mission leader, even if you disagree with them and think they are in the wrong." He spoke from his own experience.

You looked at him with your eyes wide open. You knew that somehow and probably somewhere he was in the right, after all you were not stupid. However, you were in an emotional state and unable to take criticism in an adult manner especially when it reeked of hypocrisy. "Oh, I'm sorry?" You started in a sarcastic tone. "But I don't take advice from privileged men." You continued, pausing there for a moment before finishing your sentence. "Who acquired simple morals only after being kidnapped by terrorists and feeling what it's like to be on the other end of the weapons they themselves produce. Because yes, bombs actually do kill people."

Silence followed.

Tony points to himself. "Is she talking about me? I feel like she's talking about me." He uttered before taking a breath, because to be honest that was a bit hard to take in.

You shook your head. "I'm sorry. I crossed a line." You admitted while trying to stop yourself from saying the following, which you failed to do. "By telling the truth, because to be honest I didn't think it would sound that harsh. I guess I've just never said it out loud..."

The billionaire clapped his hands. "Okay that's enough. You killed me, I'm dead, gone." Tony stood up and made his way towards his own room, but stopped to point his index finger at you. "My therapist will hear about this." He finished before he went out.

You watched as he moved away. "It's great that you're going to therapy Tony!" You looked at Bucky. "Was I too mean? I mean, I probably was, but at the end of the day it's Tony, so..."

Bucky shrugged. "I can't say anything against him. He'll always have the upper hand, since you know..."

"Since you killed his parents?" You asked him before you realized it. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll just keep my mouth shut now."

[whumpiary]

this is for anon, who requested some cass angst. and for @wildfaewhump​​ who single-handedly tipped the poll in this piece’s favour. thank you for the excuse to get this bad boy into existence! it’s lived in my head for... so so long.

strong content warnings: grief, loss, death, suicide, guilt, self-blame, whumper as caretaker (please note - this piece is heavy. if you are wanting to read but are cautious of the warnings, please shoot me a message or an ask and i’ll happily elaborate)

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Ace is still putting his shoes on when Tucker comes in to collect him. 

“Do you know what day it is today?”

He looks very proud of himself. Tucker feels exhausted already. “What date is it today, Ace?”

Cass gives him the biggest grin he’s seen on him in weeks, “You really don’t remember?”

“No.”

“It’s our anniversary.”

“...Our anniversary,” Tucker repeats, unamused by the notion.

“Of the day we first met,” Cass beams. “It was a year ago today.”

Tucker can feel the shape of the quip he might’ve used to shut him up or shut him down. He can’t bring himself to use it today. He just sighs, chest tight and uncomfortable, “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm. Was doing the maths and I’ve been here eight months. Or just over, anyway. ‘Cause Simon said the other day the quarterly thing is coming up again, right?” He looks over at him for confirmation as he finishes lacing his shoes. Tucker hums in the affirmative. “Right. And I know that there was one right after I got here, and then another one that happened a couple months back because the lab techs wouldn’t stop bitching about it and that means we’d be coming up to a full-”

Tucker cuts him off to gesture out the door, “Can we walk, please?”

“Oh. Yeah.” Ace moves past him and the sliding door closes behind them automatically. Tucker presses the keypad that activates the lock as Ace keeps prattling, turning around to walk backwards, face Tucker as he talks. “Anyway, that means by the next quarterly thing I’ll have been here over a year, right? But I was trying to figure out what the actual date that I got here was. Like my Facility birthday, you know? But because of the fuck around with the transfer papers and the whole…” he waves his hand, vaguely. “I mean like I wasn’t exactly with it, you know? So the dates are fuzzy. So then I was trying to remember-”

“Left.”

“Huh?”

Tucker points down the juncture in the hallway, “We’re going left. Lifts.”

“Oh. Okay.” He looks the other way down the hall and turns to move down it, falling in step beside. “Anyway then I was trying to think about the last time you came to the estate, because that would’ve been a few weeks before I left, right?”

He presses down on the elevator and Tucker reaches across to press up instead, “Something like that.”

“Right. And then that got me thinking bout the first time you came to the Estate-”

“We didn’t meet the first time.”

“Yeah, no, I know. But I remember it because Christopher had had a party, like, the night before and I was fucked. But I remember seeing a new car coming down the drive.”

Tucker hums noncommittally as the elevator doors slide open and they step inside. Another day and he might’ve prodded a little more about what the midweek party of a billionaire entails. Today he just stares forward and presses the button for the top level.

“And I know that the party was on the 12th of July. And you were coming once a fortnight for those first few visits…”

“Mm hmm.”

“Which means the date we met was-”

“It was July 26th,” Tucker says definitively. “I remember.” Hard date to forget for him personally.

“Right,” Cass says. Tucker can see him grinning out of the corner of his eye as the doors glide open. “So what I’m saying is happy anniversary.”

Tucker sighs again and leads them up the last stretch of stairs to the top. “Mm-hmm.”

“You know, you don’t seem that impressed,” Cass objects after him. “I was hoping there would be a little more fanfare or someth- Oh shit, I didn’t know there was a rooftop.”

Tucker holds the door open wide for him to invite him out onto it. There was a reason Cassius didn’t know about the damn rooftop. But he needed somewhere with an iota of privacy. The boarding room walls were woefully thin. Most of the conference rooms had at least half a wall  of glass.

Ace wanders his way out onto it in his usual saunter, pockets sliding into his pockets, admiring the skyline painted gold by the afternoon sun, “It’s kinda pretty actually, woah.”

“Yeah. Well. Didn’t bring you up for the view.”

He glances across and smiles, "You’re not gonna throw me off or something are you? ‘Cause that’d be kind of a douche move on our anniversary and all.”

“I just wanted somewhere quiet,” Tucker says, a little clipped. 

“Oh my god, are you gonna propose?”

Enough. Enough bullshit. “There’s something I need to tell you, Cassius.”

Cass frowns at the sound of his own name, and then laughs through obvious discomfort. “Jesus, full name, huh? Someone die or something?”

Tucker sighs, chest uncomfortably tight, pushing his glasses up briefly to pinch the bridge of his nose. He truly fucking wishes he could’ve delegated this task to anyone else. He probably could’ve, on reflection. But wouldn’t that’ve felt like utter shit? He sighs. Bandaid off. Get it over with. “I got a call today. From the Estate.” 

Ace’s face falls with immediate dread. “...They’re not meant to contact.”

Tucker holds a hand up to stay him, “I know. And they don’t. Usually, But the call was abou-”

“No, I don’t care what it was about.” The panic in him is plain, pulse already visible in his throat, speech fast and clipped, “They’re not meant to contact. He’s not meant to contact. It’s in the contract.”

“I know. But this was-”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Exceptional circumstanc-”

“No contact. That’s in the fucking contract-”

“It was about your brother, Ace,” Tucker snaps.

That shuts him up. Cass’ mouth clicks shut in shock, eyes wide and unsure. Tucker sighs again. There's no way to ease into it slowly now that it's out of the bag. His voice softens to take the step off the cliff, “Look, there’s no easy way to say this. Henri passed away early this morning.”

Cass’ face falls in shock. And then screws up in confusion. And then he blinks. Shakes his head. And a smile is creeping on his face. “Alright. Very fucking funny, fuckhead. Haha.”

Tucker shakes his head. “I’m not joking, Cass.”

It takes a moment for it to click. The loose smile hangs there a beat or too, and then slides off his face like melting wax, dread and horror left in its wake, “No. No that’s not right…”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. No, he’s not even there anymore.”

“He wasn’t in the program, anymore,” Tucker corrects. “He was still in residence.”

“No. After I left, he had four months left.”

Tucker’s mouth makes a grim line. “He wasn’t well, Ace. We all knew that. After you left, it was determined he wasn’t fit for independent living-”

“No. Shut up.”

“And that he should stay on as a resident. I know how you feel about the place so I’ve been keeping tabs. I didn’t want to tell you because-”

“No. Shut the fuck up up. He only had four months left,” Cass spits, near belligerent. “And it’s been eight months. I was just saying that. It’s been eight.”

There’s nothing for it but to keep going through the protests, “He’s been on a downhill slope for a while. They’ve been trying treatment-”

“No.”

“And different interventions but-”

“No this is… this is a joke.”

“He hasn’t been responsive to them.”

“You’re fucking joking.”

Tucker shakes his head, a little surprised by the genuine pang of sympathy in his chest. Hasn’t felt that in a while. “A staff member found him in his room early this morning. By the time emergency services arrived, it was too late.”

For a moment, Cassius looks untethered. Like Tucker’s pushed him into space and cut the line. 

His voice is weak. Wavering, “Tell me you’re joking.”

The empty wind bats the buildings around them. “I’m not joking, mate. I’m sorry.”

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢ.”

Tucker shakes his head, palms up and empty. He wishes he had more to offer. “He’s gone, Cass.”

There is a moment of stillness, where he sees the world ending in Cassius’ eyes. It’s a sinking ship. An exploding star. An atom bomb clearing everything in sight. 

And then Cassius takes off in a bolt towards the rooftop's edge.

Tucker moves before he thinks. He lunges, grabs Cassius by the scruff of the shirt and yanks him back, arms snaking around the idiot’s waist to hold him. They fall back together, landing hard on the concrete, and Tucker holds tight, winded as Cass’ elbow finds his ribs.

“Let me go.”

Tucker holds tight, feet pushing against the ground to pull them both backwards and away from the edge. Cass keeps lunging forward, tearing at his arms. Little shit trying to draw blood.

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ.”

Tucker keeps holding, teeth clenched tight in the effort of it. He has never been more glad that Ace’s little trick falls flat on him.

“Tᴜᴄᴋᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ fucking go.”

A hand flies back to bash his face, knocking his glasses half loose. Elbow finds ribs, too-short fingernails scratch and pull at his hands.

“Let me go.”

Tucker shifts their shared weight back, trying to adjust his grip for a stronger hold. Ace kicks his feet like a mad thing, as if trying to knock them both off balance. When that doesn’t work he angles his head down to bite the meat off Tucker’s thumb, earning a sharp yelp, a hand flying, a moment to escape.

Cass makes it all of two steps before Tucker has a grip on him again and is hauling him back down, two hands bunched in his shirt. He pulls him on top of himself like and takes the blows that come before he can fold Ace’s arms up into the vice grip needed to keep him place. He keeps him pinned down with his own body weight, and hand tight around his wrists.

In the helplessness of the hold, the snarling demands crumble into pleas. When the begging proves just as futile, Cass opens his mouth wide and screams. He wails.

The sound is raw and belly deep. An animal screaming in pain and terror and confusion. And in grief. In utter grief. It’s the scream of a kid wanting to go home, in the voice of a barely grown man who knows he doesn’t have one anymore.

Each cry sends electric chills through Tucker’s veins that he doesn’t care for. It rings in his ears and he has to tilt his head back and away from the noise to stand the soul-splitting sound of it. He keeps holding the kid anyway. What else is he meant to do?

It’s then that he knows he was right to bring them to the rooftop for this, despite the near fatality. Out here, Cass can scream. Tucker doesn’t tell him to shut up or clamp a hand over his mouth. And he might’ve had to if they’d still been in the lodging rooms. Out here, Ace can wail his little heart out. The sky doesn’t give a shit. The office buildings don’t care.

He screams. He cries. He screams. He twists his body, he begs to be let go. He screams and screams and screams.

Each burst of sound from is its own living thing. Like one explosion after another. Each one could only be braced through, not avoided, with aftershocks that come in the form of a full-body struggle. Tucker does his best to keep limbs folded tight. At one point he can hear a tear in his suit.

The screams, eventually, turn into sobs. Which in their own time crumble into a broken-hearted weeping.

It’s a strange feeling, echoic and unfamiliar, to hold someone through grief like this. Tucker wasn’t sure there was a soul in the world who’d mourn him this hard if he died. His mother was less likely to waste breath on tears or a eulogy than she was to utter ‘Good riddance.’ and hang up the phone. His own brother, maybe, would at least take a moment of contemplation. Neither of those things were grief. Not this kind. Not this deep.

Eventually, he shifts them so Ace is practically folded in his lap, Tucker’s arm still wrapped around his waist in case a second wind comes. It never does. What churns up instead are confessions of guilt, complicity, regret. One after the other, like rocks falling down a cliff-face.

“I left him there. I fucking left him there.”

Tucker offers the closest thing to comfort he can, unsure if he even entirely believes it, “It’s not your fault, Ace.”

“He was meant to have four months left. It was only meant to be four months.”

“I know.”

“I fucking killed him.”

“You didn’t.”

“I wanna die, just let me die.”

“Not today, Ace.”

“I wanna die.”

He squeezes his shoulder. Rubs his back in a way that he intends to be comforting. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Down below, the traffic is congested and continuous: thousands and thousands of people honking at red lights and swearing at too-slow pedestrians, utterly oblivious to the fact that on a rooftop twenty stories up, someone’s whole world just ended.

Apocalypse in a teacup.

Armageddon in the heart of a twenty two year old.

The weeping does not stop.

[lust-for-celebs]

“Love what I’m seeing so far, along with the ideas! I think noncon with Billie Eilish would be fun, maybe with someone who’s been teasing her for a while. Her having her way with another female celeb would be nice, too ;)” — Anonymous.

Alright, like I said, I’m doing the second idea there. The mystery celeb is obviously tagged, but if you haven't looked yet somehow, you'll get to be surprised.

This’ll be short. I’m really getting inspired to finish the Rhea Ripley story I’ve been writing.

Friday, August 16, 2024 4:10 A.M.

Billie laid back, looking downwards lazily at blonde bitch between her legs.

“You really don’t know how to do this.”

Slow, cautious licks against her pussy weren’t exactly the most satisfying thing in the world, but then again, Billie wasn’t too sure what she expected.

The only thing really turning her on at that point was who was doing it. She chuckled to herself at the thought. Really, who she is was all the worthless slut had going for her.

“Alright Taylor, you clearly don’t know what you’re doing. Let me help you.”

Taylor Swift, the international superstar, billionaire, and goddess, queen, and mother to so many was on her knees, servicing Billie Eilish, however poorly, whether she liked it or not. Well, she didn’t, but that didn’t matter.

And the tall, blonde bimbo screamed as Billie grabbed her by the hair and shoved her mouth into her cunt. Truth be told, it was most pleasure Billie had gotten out of her the whole night.

“Should’ve just kept your mouth shut. But now you’ve gotta keep your mouth open.” Billie made sure to grind herself into her face. “Come on, so many boyfriends, you’d think you’d at least know how to move your tongue a bit.”

All of this just because Taylor had to make a snide remark. Billie couldn’t even remember what it was, but she remembered being annoyed. And when she saw Taylor all alone, how could she resist?

Wasn’t even hard to get her to listen. Poor little Tay-Tay just needed to be put into her place, and it all came together.

Now if only Taylor could actually get Billie to cum.

She tried desperately to grind against her mouth, gripping her hair more tightly. The pained moans from the arrogant bitch were the only things really getting her any closer.

“Ugh, get your tongue in there already. You think you’re all that, but you can’t even eat pussy right.” Billie decided to try something a little different. She pulled Taylor away from her and let her right hand smack against her cheek.

The scream from Taylor and the subsequent crying definitely brought something out of her. And the incoherent jumble of words falling out of Taylor’s mouth added to it.

“Yeah, fucking cry. It’s all you’re good for.” Billie finally found what she needed.

More insults about Taylor’s worth brought more tears and failed attempts to defend herself which brought Billie more pleasure. Finally, Billie could feel something building up in her, and she pushed Taylor back into her crotch.

She still couldn’t eat pussy worth a damn, big surprise there, but Billie didn’t need her to. She just needed her to sit still while she came and squirted all over her overdone face.

And so, under Billie’s grip, Taylor remained in place even as her sobs grew in volume and she tried to break from Billie’s grasp.

Spasming legs wrapped around Taylor’s head as she began to feel smothered and suffocated. The taste of the juices worked its way into her tastebuds, and she had to shut her eyes before they got hit. Once it was over, she could barely hold herself up and collapsed to the floor, not even having the strength to sob.

Billie laid there for a while, catching her breath and soaking in the moment. When she finally did get up to start getting dressed, she saw Taylor laying on the ground, makeup smeared and barely conscious. Poor bitch just couldn’t handle it and seemed to be bothered by the feeling of the liquids on her face, marking her. The same fluids that covered the chest of her dress.

Good. She wanted people to see Taylor like that. Let them all know that she’d been dominated.

Finally, having fixed her clothes, Billie gave a finally warning about what would happen if she didn’t learn her place, including a bit of hair pulling, choking, and even shoving a few fingers up Taylor’s snatch. Essentially, if Taylor doesn’t learn her place, she’d have some more fun with her and make Taylor see that she’s a little bit different than the guys she’s dated.

Taylor may like boys, but Billie would make her love her.

Saturday, August 17, 2024 4:43 P.M.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

Emily in Paris : Season 4 - Part. 1 - Quotes

"- Oui, thanks to Luc. And the less we say about it, the better. - I warned you about this, Emily. You broadcast your entire life for public consumption and now it's affecting my business." (Sylvie - Episode 1)

"- He won't even speak to me and, well, he blocked my number and deleted me on Instagram. (Emily) - After such a humiliation, who can blame him?" (Sylvie - Episode 1)

"- Alfie, don't let your emotions cloud your judgment." (Episode 1)

"- Can you start tonight? - I have plans with Nicolas. (Mindy) - Why don't you ask him for the money? (Etienne) - He's not an ATM. (Mindy) - Well, his father is a billionaire, girl. (Etienne) - Just because he's hot doesn't mean you can't date him for his money. (Mindy) - Multitask, bitch." (Etienne - Episode 1)

"- What the hell, Cooper? When were you going to tell me my face is plastered all over the city, looking at you like you're not about the ruin my life? (Alfie) - You promise you won't go disappearing on me? (Emily) - As if you'd let me. (Alfie - Episode 1)

"- I can't believe you exhumed an ex-boyfriend to make a co-worker happy. And corporate co-dependence is a disease. (Mindy) - He's not my ex. At least, not yet. And I am not codependent... (Emily) - Uh... Hmm. (Mindy) -... I'm just very dedicated to my job. (Emily - Episode 1)

"- I can't believe how cheap I feel in a dress this expensive. (Mindy) - Mindy, wait. (Nicolas) - You do not want me to stay with this much rage and free alcohol. But in the future, I'll wear whatever the fuck I want." (Mindy - Episode 1)

"- But, Sylvie, you must feel terrible. (Emily) - Not really." (Sylvie - Episode 2)

"- Everybody's disposable, Emily. Remember that." (Sylvie - Episode 2)

"- Just so you know, women shouldn't go into the brand closet alone. You need a buddy. (Girls at JVML) - I was thinking I needed a cart, but a friend to help carry all this would be better." (Mindy - Episode 2)

"- When I'm interested in your opinion, I'll ask for it, Emily." (Episode 2)

"- I'd rather not dredge up tasteless stories from the past. It was a different time." (Sylvie - Episode 2)

"- We are beyond pointing fingers, Emily. The fact is, we are fucked!" (Episode 2)

"- She's also one of my first friends in Paris. She gave me hope that not every French person hated me because I'm American. (Emily) - They hate you because you steal their boyfriends." (Camille's friends - Episode 2)

"- I'm trying to come up with some excuse for her going completely dark." (Episode 2)

"- Camille has disappeared. Do they suspect foul play? - I don't think so. (Emily) - I'd hope not. She's a gallerist, not a foreign dictator. - Well, I'm sure she just needs space, and would appreciate it if everyone minded their own business." (Emily - Episode 2)

"- Don't worry. Okay? You're not going to give away anything. Sometimes in life, things go missing and they're never found." (Episode 2)

"- Oh, what if we did a non-alcoholic version? There's growth in that sector, thanks to the sober curious movement. (Emily) - The sober what? (Sylvie) - Sober curious movement. It's mostly Gen Z and millennials who are adopting a wellness approach to alcohol. (Emily) - They're not sober. They're just exploring not drinking. (Luc) - So they're drinking, but not talking about it? (Luc) - No, they're not drinking, but they won't shut up about it." (Sylvie) - Sound like they need a drink. (Luc) - Sobriety may be popular in America, but it's the antithesis of French culture. (Sylvie - Episode 3)

"- Okay. Is it just me, or did all of the men in Paris suddenly get a lot hotter? (Emily) - They've always been hot. (Mindy) - I am so over both of them. (Emily) - You're on a dick embargo? Waiting for your Prince Charming? (Mindy) - Oui. His name is Jacques, and he has five stars." (Emily - Episode 3)

"- Getting into this outfit was a two-person job. What'd I miss? (Mindy) - Turns out the masks go on and the true feelings come out. (Emily) - Oh ! Who are we talking about? Gabriel or Alfie?" (Mindy - Episode 3)

"- Oh ! Someone's living out their horny Bridgerton fantasies." (Mindy - Episode 3)

"- Do you have any idea what kind of scrutiny my father is under right now? (Nicolas) - He was my inspiration. Men can't keep their dicks in their pants. Why should we pretend otherwise?" (Grégory - Episode 4)

"- Clear your schedule and your browsing history." (Sylvie - Episode 4)

"- I think it looks like a place that was hot in the '70s. (Sylvie) - It's not about the place. It's about the people. We will resurrect the glory days of disco." (Héloise - Episode 4)

"- I just want to be with you. Anywhere and everywhere." (Episode 4)

"- Emily, who are you right now? (Mindy) - Someone who's living the question instead of always trying to find the right answer. (Emily) - Why the roof? (Mindy) - Maybe there's people in her apartment, you know?" (Emily - Episode 4)

"- Or maybe she's in a throuple. Or a polyamorous quad, you know? But they just... they just wanted a moment alone together. That, with Augustinus Bader, going gray isn't giving up. It's glowing up." (Emily) - Nice job in there. I'm a little surprised though. (Sylvie) - Why? (Emily) - Americans can't tolerate ambiguity. (Sylvie) - I think right now it's better to be Switzerland." (Emily - Episode 4)

"- I am not asking you to choose a side, I'm asking you to choose me." (Episode 4)

"- Yeah, you would, but it's 45 minutes out of the city. I'm not living in Paris to not live in Paris." (Camille) - Okay, well, there are nice apartments in Athens. (Sofia) - O, I bet. I could never leave Paris. (Camile) - She's having his baby. Did you really think that she was going to move away from him? (Sofia - Episode 4)

"- Well, that was the most expensive meet-and-great. Oh, so this drink was a trompe-l'oeil. (Emily) - When Em learns a new French phrase, she loves to apply it to everything." (Mindy - Episode 5)

"- You need a recommendation? (Emily) - More like a reservation. At a place where it's impossible to get a table." (Sylvie - Episode 5)

"- I've never seen him so happy. He should lose a star more often." (Mindy)