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madamechrissy · 11 hours ago
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Stripclub Owner Sukuna
Stripclub owner Sukuna x Fem! Stripper reader- headcanons
This will be a full oneshot or mini seriess, if you wanna get tagged in this drop a comment. <3 MDNI- warnings- OBSESSED Sukuna, oral sex (both receiving) fingering, spitting, cum swallowing (both of em lol) he's almost a little Yandere tbh lol, explicit sex, mentions of drugs, Sukuna being whipped lol
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Stripclub Owner Sukuna- who loves what he does, the money he makes, the women, the entire atmosphere. What more could he really need in life?
Stripclub Owner Sukuna lights up a blunt with his co owner, Toji, as they lounge back on one of the bright red Sofa's, watching their girls dance around them while they hold business meetings. Sukuna certainly doesn't mind beautiful women, nor does he mind snorting coke right off them.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna throws back a shot, when suddenly he sees someone so different, so fucking pretty it makes his heart thud in his chest. He can barely stop himself from yanking you right away from this. He's slicking back pastel hair when Toji introduces you so casually, wearing a pretty silver bikini that shows too much of your sexy body. You look shy? You look nervous?
Stripclub Owner Sukuna takes your hand then, smirking at you, watching the blush decorate your cheeks, when he finds you're going to be a dancer, he immediately wants to say no, dance for just him, a level of possession he's never even felt with his girlfriends. Sukuna's shared plenty of women, but if he got you!?
Stripclub Owner Sukuna smacks Toji for even bringing you here later, and Toji scoffs. 'She has a kid and shit, she'll make top dollar here' Sukuna falters at such news. 'Don't ya think she'll make bank?' 'Tch, of course she will... it's just she's so...' Toji snorts. 'you got the hots for her, huh? Well she ain't some easy girl, I know her'
Stripclub Owner Sukuna knows he must have you, when you're stepping around the stage, and he's eyeing you, sitting right in front of the stage as you get on your knees, crawling toward him and smiling shyly. 'how're you a shy stripper, huh? not gonna work' he huffs, and you tilt your head, hand slipping down his tie. 'No allure in a shy dancer, Mr. Sukuna?'
Stripclub Owner Sukuna loses his mind when he hears his name spilled from your glossy lips, as he thinks of shoving his cock deep inside that mouth, so close to his when you turn. You bend over, ass right in the air, begging for a smack as you look back at him, hair falling over your face. 'Why're you here?' he demands, eyeing the curve of your back, cock hard like he's some pathetic teenager or something.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna tenses when you say - 'I need the money, isn't it why everyone does this?' 'Toji says you got a kid' you tense then, turning toward him nervously, as the stagelights glimmer all over your skin. 'That a problem?' Sukuna shakes his head. "Nah, lots of girls here do...' You exhale. 'I'm a single mom, my friend can watch her at night, why not work while she's asleep? I can spend my time with her'
Stripclub Owner Sukuna admires the fuck out of you as you dance your pretty ass off, but he hates the men that see you, see you in just your little bottoms and tassells, breasts bouncing, ass jiggling as you shake it, as you move. You're a whole star quickly, the few hours a night you come in you make bank, but as soon as you leave, he's in his office, jerking it to you, imagining those nipples, that pussy he sees hints of with your spandex panties.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna On one particular night forgets to lock the door, you're still out there dancing but he can't take it, you're too fucking sexy, he's picturing burying his face in that nice ass of yours as you step inside, shutting the door quickly when you see it, his enormous dick in his hands, covered in precum. You gasp, looking away quickly. 'shit I'm sorry, it's my ex... he's such an ass and I didn't want him to see me...'
Stripclub Owner Sukuna pauses, in shock as you look back down at him, licking your lower lip. 'I'm interrupting...' you come closer though, watching, breath catching in your throat. 'Want me to beat him the fuck up? ruin him?' Sukuna murmurs, voice husky, when you keep walking towards him, and he slowly strokes, from the base to the tip of his veiny length, acting so casual. 'No, you don't have to do all that, you're already so good to me' he laughs then, shaking his head. 'You are, maybe I should... be good to you?'
Stripclub Owner Sukuna can't form a thought when you're stroking his cock, leaning so close, lips just a breath from his, taking two of his fingers and sucking his precum off them, cheeks hollowing. Sukuna loses his control then, using those two fingers to slip so deep you cry out, earning his groan, uncaring if anyone heard. He's curling them up in your walls as you stroke, his eyes laser focused on your pretty face when he grips your hair by the nape of your neck. 'wanna suck me, huh brat?' he tries to keep it together, but when you nod eagerly, on your knees, he can't take how good your throat feels.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna has his cock fucking up into your throat, his salty precum against your tongue, and he wonders if it's some dream it has to be, you're too fucking beautiful to just be doing this, you shouldn't even be working, he thinks. He'd like you just naked around his house, to fuck you on every surface, fill you up with so many kids you'd never leave. Sukuna is groaning while you suck him greedily, looking up at him with dilated, beautiful eyes, making him simultaneously want to fuck you and want to make love to you, stupid insane shit that irritates him.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna stutters when you suck harder, and he's cumming deep in your throat, not meaning to. No he wants to fuck your pussy, not this, but you make him cum so fast it's stupid, swallowing him with a pretty smile, as you lean up on shaky legs. He presses a kiss to your lips, desperate and messy, tasting all of his cum all over your mouth. You're gasping, until the door opens, and you pull apart, seeing an amused Toji. You are losing your mind later as you clean up to go home, wondering what's gotten ahold of you, when Sukuna is waiting right outside.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna loves it when you look down so shy and pretty, you're biting your lower lip to death, he releases it from the grip of your teeth. 'you free tonight, brat?' you blink in confusion. 'you want...' 'want you at my place, spread wide f'me, yeah?' you gasp at the thought, shaking your head then. 'I'm not, I have to get home to my kid... but tomorrow night?' he nods, ushering you to your shitty car, picturing you in something so much better soon, leaning over with a smirk as he seatbelts you in.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna now that he's had a taste, he can't stop thinking of you, when you're at work the next day you're quickly in his office again, this time he's got you grinding on his lap, slick arousal pooling in your little outfit. 'I'll fuckin pay you triple, take the day off' "Mr. Sukuna...' 'Take. The. Day. Off.' Sukuna finally gets you home, having you bent over his couch before you can blink, ripping your pretty costume to shreds, pumping you so full of his cock you're trembling, shaking, head falling back as he fills you so good, slamming your cervix.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna has never felt anything like you, like your cunt pulsing around his cock, like his balls slapping your twitchy little clit, as you're sobbing it hurts so good, tears streaming down your pretty face while he rails his cock so deep. Sukuna busts deep in you as he wraps a big hand around your throat, fucking into you over and over, feeling you milk his cock for all he's got. 'Gonna fill you the fuck up, huh brat? gonna drip on the goddamn stage'
Stripclub Owner Sukuna has your pussy on his mouth when he's busted in you, starting to lap all the gooey white cum from your pretty pussy. 'Sukuna! ah!' you've never felt like this, so fucked out as his tongue scoops all your cum out, he's leaning over you, spitting it right into your mouth, chuckling. 'pathetic, just how I fuckin need you'
Stripclub Owner Sukuna is pathetic for you, he doesn't let you leave, he pays you for another day, fucking you in every position, at some point he's holding you upside down, you're bobbing on his cock as he's gripping your ass, moaning against your hole, you're falling apart, so weak and sore. when you finally have to go home, because you have your kid, Sukuna can't stop thinking about you, about how he wants you to have his babies, to be under him every goddamn night, so excited when you come into work, only to see you devastated.
Stripclub Owner Sukuna demands to know what's wrong, only to see your shady ass ex, who wants to saunter up to him like he's shit, you shake your head, but soon Sukuna is beating the fuck out of him. 'you have no clue who he is, Mr. Sukuna...' you tell him then, earning Sukuna's chuckle, his big grin. 'You don't know who I am, baby'
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Soooo this is kinda a tease of what's to come for this lil storyyy (lmk if you're interested in the full version!) <3
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nottswitch · 1 day ago
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need us having a guy over and hooking up with him while sister’s bf!theo is there and he can hear. how would he react?
⋆˙⟡ sister’s bf!theo hears you fucking his bsf mattheo
well hi there. we’re fucking his bsf matty here, i hope you don’t mind 🤭 i’ve been waiting to write this for so long, and finally we’re getting to it, so buckle up !!
warnings: 18+ mdni, voyeurism, masturbating (m), p in v, hair pulling, cursing, mentions of cheating
⟡ navigation ; m.lists ; theo m.list ; sister’s bf!theo
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the sound of music coming from of your room is pretty much a habit at this point. theo isn’t surprised when he hears a faint sound of some chase atlantic song, chuckling to himself – god, you’re annoying with this band, much like his best friend, who always puts them on when he’s on aux duty. theo places his spare keys on the small vanity at the door – he’s come to wait for your sister, who had to run some errands this afternoon.
but as he walks further into the apartment, planning to make himself some coffee in the kitchen, he has to stop and listen closer. the music is suddenly not the only thing he can hear. his eyebrows knit together as he starts to distinguish… moans? he’s never heard you moaning like that before, that freely and loudly. whenever you were with him, under his mouth and fingers, your sounds were always low, stifled, always under threat of being exposed. now… you were unashamed and loud as hell.
despite himself, theo starts walking in the direction of your room. he can’t help being drawn there, and he curses quietly as he feels his cock starting to harden in his jeans – you sound that good. however, as he closes in, he hears something else, something that makes his frown deepen significantly. another set of moans and groans, male. there’s no fucking way.
surprisingly, or not, the door to your room is cracked open. of course, theo is a weak, weak man, and he has to know, has to confirm his assumptions. as he peers into the crack, he nearly chokes on air. there, on your bed, you’re in a very delicious position, ass up face down, your hands fisting the sheets as a guy pounds into you from behind, his fingers firmly digging into your hips. and not just any guy – theo’s very best friend, mattheo.
fucking chase atlantic. should’ve been a dead giveaway.
theo feels a wave a pure jealousy wash over him as he watches his friend take you in a way that theo could only dream of. he’s gonna kill him, he thinks – mattheo is fully aware of everything going on between you and theo, and still, he decided go against every single variation of bro code in existence… he almost groans aloud, having to bite his bottom lip to silence himself. the scene in front on him has no business being this hot.
without really thinking, theo unzips his jeans and pulls them down along with his boxers, his hard cock eagerly springing out and already leaking at the tip. his hand closes around the base, his breathing turning shallow as he watches mattheo grab a fistful of your hair to pull your body up against his chest.
"you feel so fucking good, baby," he hears his friend growl into your ear, thrusting deeper and eliciting a sweet, high-pitched moan out of you. theo grits his teeth as his hand starts stroking his cock, the rage he feels towards mattheo mixing with his burning arousal. precum drips down his length, his fingers smearing it all over, and he has to be slower than he wants to be in order not to give himself away by the slick sounds of him jerking off.
"my mate is a fucking idiot, missing out on all this." mattheo’s words make theo’s free hand curl into a fist, the desire to punch his friend overridden only by the pleasure he’s feeling as he starts pumping his other hand faster. he knows mattheo is right – theo has been the one refusing to fuck you so far, because apparently that would be cheating on your sister, and him dry humping you into oblivion every chance he gets isn’t. but this realization doesn’t make it easier; it makes it harder, in more ways than one.
mattheo’s pace inside of you grows quicker, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room, and at this point, the entire apartment. theo’s lips part as he watches your body move along with his friend’s thrusts, your tits bouncing up and down and making his mouth go dry. his cock twitches in his hold, and he feels his orgasm inching closer and closer with every moan you let out.
"you close, baby?" he hears mattheo’s ragged whisper, and your frantic nod is almost all it takes to bring theo over the edge. he can’t believe himself – he’s jacking off to the sight of his best friend fucking you, and he’s about to witness you cum on his dick. no wonder you will, he’s seen mattheo’s dick himself, it’s a goddamn fuck machine…
when your whole body shakes, and your voice grows hoarse from the pleasured moan you let out at your orgasm, theo can’t hold himself back – he spills into his hand, bracing himself against the wall by leaning on his forearm. the sticky mess of his cum seeping through his fingers is a shameful reminder of what has just happened – he jerked himself off watching his best mate fuck you. god, was it really worth it? the post-nut clarity is strong, and it only gets worse when he witnesses mattheo not even thinking of pulling out when he cums. this fucking bastard…
theo decides for himself right that moment that he absolutely needs to fuck you, his pride be damned – not like he has much of it left anyway. and maybe punch mattheo a couple of times.
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themultifanshipper · 1 day ago
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Dom lando convincing Oscar to try different types of sex toys and lando loving it as much as Oscar and maybe I could see Oscar being a size queen just loving being filled either by lando or dildos like big bigggg ones
The first time Lando suggested it, he'd been joking. 
But the look on Oscar's face, and the fact that he came prematurely as soon as the words were out of Lando's mouth, told Lando everything he needed to know about what Oscar thought of the idea. 
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Warnings:  smut, fingering, fisting, using big-ass dildos, blowjob, crying, Lando being a bit mean
Lando was big.  
Not in like, a ‘I have a big dick and an ego to match’ way, but he was fucking big. 
And he was actually quite shy about it, because sometimes it could make sex quite difficult if his partners weren't prepped thoroughly. 
Sometimes he bottomed just to avoid the conversation and hassle. Which he did enjoy, but he preferred to be the top.  
And a rather dominant top at that. 
So when Oscar mentioned to him offhandedly that he could take anything, he had to see for himself. 
They ended up in bed together several times before the afore mentioned incident. 
Oscar was a noisy bottom, and Lando had been getting a bit too into the prepping part and had decided to go up to four fingers and make Oscar come like that. 
And he jokingly said something along the lines of “What if I put all my fingers in? I bet I could get my whole fist inside you.” 
And, well. Oscar came without uttering a single word about it. But he didn't need to. 
Lando got his dick in him as soon as he could and that was the end of the conversation. 
Until the next day when he brought it up again, in the conference room of all places. 
Oscar choked on his coffee and stared daggers at Lando. Thank god they were the only ones in there. 
Long story short, that very night was the first time Lando got a whole fist in Oscar, and they both came completely untouched. 
But Lando was nothing if not greedy. He wanted more. 
He wanted to see how much Oscar could really take. 
And Oscar was insatiable in nature so he readily agreed to Lando's antics. 
Every few weeks he would come home and find Lando sitting there with an unopened amazon box. 
He never opened them on his own. He would always wait for Oscar to come home and open it, because he wanted to see the hungry look in his eyes when he saw each toy for the first time. 
Dildo number four made his eyes widen and his mouth water. 
It was a good 3 inches wide, and made Lando's cock look like a tooth pick, no offense. 
That night they did their usual ritual. 
Oscar had been wearing a big plug for a few hours to help with the prep. 
Lando grabbed a bottle of lube (they had about 30 bottles, because they were on sale and they used a lot of lube, sue them) and squirted a generous amount on one of the previously bought dildos. 
Oscar sank down on it like a pro, whining at the stretch as Lando held his hips steady so he wouldn't topple over. 
He didn't take long to start riding it, sweat already dampening his hairline as his toned thighs bounced his weight up and down. 
Lando was in awe, as usual. 
He watched as Oscar took it further and further down, moaning like a slut the whole time. It made his dick throb. 
Pretty soon it wasn't enough, and Oscar sank all the way down to the base and huffed. 
“Okay, I'm ready.” He panted. 
Lando nodded, helping him off and putting him on his hands and knees. 
“Spread your legs as far as you can” he muttered excitedly, using as much lube as he could. 
He needed Oscarwet. 
He took a second to admire Oscar, bent over and back arched, hole already gaping slightly. 
“Are you gonna put it in or do I have to do it myself?” 
Lando chuckled, placing the tip against Oscar’s rim. 
“As usual, tell me if anything feels wrong or painful” 
Oscar sighed. “Yes Lando, now put it in me” 
“What's the magic word?”  
“I will fucking leave” 
“Okay, okay” 
He put a bit of pressure on the dildo, making Oscar's rim stretch around it. 
When the head finally popped in, Oscar whimpered pathetically into the sheets. 
“Oh fuck, more” 
Lando laughed, grabbing the lube to squirt some more on the dildo before pushing it in a bit more. 
The man under him let out a bone rattling groan and that encouraged him to push another couple of inches in. 
He pumped it in and out shallowly for a minute, then added a couple more inches. 
Oscar was drooling onto the sheets as he felt the fullness inside him.
“Lando” he panted. “Lando, please. More” 
Lando obliged, and before long, he had almost pushed the whole thing in. Given the size of the damn thing, there was no way his prostate wasn't being constantly stimulated.
“Oscar… fuck. You're doing so good for me, just a little more...”  
He pumped it in and out some more, making Oscar keen and writhe beneath him. 
“Lando! Lando fuck- I'm gonna come!” he whined. 
Lando grinned, he thrusted it faster and harder. 
“Go on then baby, come for me” 
Oscar's body jolted, shockwaves traveling up his spine as he shot ropes of cum across the sheets under him. 
Lando slowly stilled his movements, letting Oscar ride out his intense orgasm. 
Now, up until this point, you could think that Lando wasn't particularly dominant. Just sort of, there, guiding Oscar more than anything. 
You would be wrong. 
The next step was what Lando was truly looking forward to. 
He put the already dirty sheet on the floor, next to the bed. 
“Osc?” 
Oscar gave him an exhausted thumbs up from where he was laying on the bed, the dildo still half way inside him. 
“You're not done yet, baby, come over here” 
He gently pulled the dildo out of his lover, and placed it upright on the floor. 
“You think you can ride it for me?” 
Oscar nodded, crawling over to him on the bed, giving him a quick kiss before standing up and crouching over it. He put his hands on Lando's thighs to stabilise himself.
He sank down on it slowly, head thrown back and his long nails digging into Lando's flesh painfully. 
But Lando didn't care, he was entranced by the way Oscar was stretched around something bigger than his fucking arm.
He managed to sink down about three quarters of the way before he gasped. 
“Jesus, the feeling is much different with this angle” 
One of Lando’s hands went to cup Oscar's jaw, pressing into his cheeks harshly. 
“I want to see you take it. All of it” he snapped.
Oscar whimpered when Lando pushed his thumb into his mouth to press on his tongue. 
Oscar obeyed, sinking further down, inch by inch until his ass met his heels. 
“Good boy”  
A bead of precum leaked from Oscar's tip at the praise, and he lifted his hips slightly only to drop them back down, moaning around Lando's thumb as he did so. 
It wasn't long before he got into a rhythm with his hips, and Lando grabbed him by the hair to bring him closer to his own leaking cock. 
“Give it a kiss” he said, and Oscar looked up at him with wide eyes. 
“Go on, you haven't touched it all night. Least you can do is kiss it”  
There it was. Lando's slightly sadistic side. 
Oscar knew better than to argue. 
He kissed the tip, then made his way to the base, placing soft kisses along the skin. 
Lando sighed at finally being touched. “Good, now open your mouth for me” 
Oscar stuck his tongue out for good measure, and wasn't surprised in the least when Lando tapped his cock on it a few times before sinking into the wet heat of his mouth. 
Because Oscar was a size queen, and it didn't just apply to his ass. 
His gag reflex was non-existent, and he adored the feeling of his mouth being stretched around Lando's thick girth. 
“You look so fucking good Osc. You were made to be fucking filled up, weren't you? Stuffed full of cock all day…” 
Being filled from both ends is what really did it for Oscar, so that plus Lando's filthy commentary drove him wild, and it didn't take long before he was whining around it as he came all over himself, eyes rolling into the back of his skull. 
Lando had been on edge for the better part of an hour, so the sight of that alone was enough to send him over himself, rocking his cock in and out of Oscar's mouth as the absolute whore swallowed it all. 
Lando pulled out and let go of his tight hold on Oscar's hair. 
“Now, you're going to do one last thing for me Osc. You're gonna come again...” 
The younger man looked up at him with wide eyes, incredulous at the order. 
"I don't know that I can come again Lando. That took everything out of me“ 
“You can, and you will…” 
He sat back on the bed, leaning on his arm as he took in the sight of his teammate. 
Flushed from his chest up to his cheeks, cock soft where it was hanging between his thighs. 
“I want you to bounce on that dildo, and get yourself off while I watch” 
Lando had a goal in mind. He wanted to see Oscar come dry. 
He'd only done so once before, and it was a beautiful sight. 
Oscar cried, tears streaming down his face while he could do nothing but ride the waves of his orgasm in pure bliss. 
He wanted to see that again. 
And the sheet below Oscar was absolutely soaked, so he had a feeling it would only take one more. 
Oscar looked at him defiantly and raised his hips. 
When he dropped back down, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, and his cock twitched. 
Lando motioned towards it. 
“Go on, give it a tug. You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to get off” 
Oscar wrapped a hand around himself, letting out a breath at the contact. 
He hadn't been touched either tonight and he found himself quickly hardening again at the new stimulation. 
His thighs burned as he bounced, hand almost a blur where he was desperately fisting his cock. 
He had tears in his eyes and was moaning freely while looking at Lando with the most torn expression on his face. 
It felt good, too good. He was so overstimulated it bordered on pain, but he kept going. 
“Lando” he whined “help me, please. Talk to me” 
Lando groaned at the almost broken sounds coming out of the younger man. 
“You want me to talk to you, baby? Want me to tell you what a good boy you're being?” 
Oscar nodded desperately. 
“Well, too bad. It's been what, five minutes? And you still haven't come yet. You're such a whore you can't even get yourself off on your own anymore. Fucking pathetic. Worthless sluts like you don’t deserve to be touched, do they? No, so be a good boy for once and fucking. Come.” 
Oscar screeched as he felt his entire body burn with pleasure. His hips stuttered and his hand pumped his cock a couple more times. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” 
His poor cock throbbed, but only a drop or two of cum dribbled out, dripping down his angry red tip as he cried out. 
Lando got what he wanted. Oscar had tears staining his cheeks as he whimpered pathetically, slumping forwards and panting against the side of the bed. 
Lando helped him off the dildo, laying him down on his back, on the bed with his legs spread. 
Lando looked at where Oscar’s twitching hole was gaping, trying to clench around nothing. 
He was hard again, so he took himself in hand, and with a sight like that in front of him, it didn’t take long for him to come all over Oscar's spread thighs.
When he looked up he saw that Oscar had his arms crossed behind his head and was grinning at him. 
“Did you enjoy that, Lando?” 
Lando nodded, breathing heavily after his orgasm. 
“Yeah, was mint” 
Oscar scoffed and rolled over to get off the bed and make his way to the bathroom. 
“Mint” he ranted “If that's what you want to call it, then sure, it was mint” 
Lando blushed, following him into the shower. 
“you know what I meant” he wrapped his arms around Oscar. “I loved it. Thank you” 
He pressed a kiss to Oscar's nose and the taller man rolled his eyes. 
“Sometimes I don't know why I indulge your fantasies” 
Lando smirked, pressing himself closer to Oscar's body. 
“Because you love me, Osc” 
Oscar looked down at him with pursed lips. 
“Hmm. We'll see…” 
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hamilando · 15 hours ago
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ੈ✩ drama island (smau) ੈ✩
pairing : lando norris x reader
tw : fluff; suggestive, tiny tiny angst, jealousy love island coupling, mentions of other celebs as cast, infidelity
fc : Jung HoYeon
a/n : I REALLY HOPE Y’ALL LIKE THIS, THIS IS PART TWO OF LOVE ISLAND
·:。・゚゚・ ✩ ・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・ ・゚·:。・゚゚・ ✩ ・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚・・゚·:。・゚゚・ ✩ ・゚ ・゚·:。・゚゚
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sojuyn drama ❌ prada ✅
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user1 THE LOOKS !?
user2 she really said I don't care
user3 LANDO AND YN IN THE SECOND PIC 😭😭
user4 THE FACE CARD IS INSANE
user5 But seriously, I loved how lando popped off at magui, not caring if she was a girl
user6 HE SAID NOT MY WIFE
user7 lando did the correct thing 💪🏻
user8 magui was literally abusing yn and yn was just listening quietly !? attentions seeker !?
user9 yn's always been polite, she has never been the one to speak in case she is rude
user10 lando is her protector 💪🏻
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lando never recoupling again
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user1 LANDO'S SMILE WHEN HE WITH YN 😭
user2 the couple pictures
user3 landhoe in his Loverboy era
user4 WE ALL SAW YN WEARING MCLAREN MERCH !?
user5 i can't wait to see her at the paddock
user6 the way they are total opposites-
user7 OPPOSITES ATTRACT
user8 MAMI ET PAPI
user9 ig cuddling is their love language
user10 never felt more single
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landoislandfan bold of the girls to think our Y/N is the problem when you clearly have Jude Playingham
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user1 ep1-magui, ep2- evelyn, ep3- the new bombshell !?!?
user2 bro got football skills, but not commitment skills
user3 HE MAY LEAVE YOU REAL MADRID!
user4 never expected him to be like that
user5 none of the girls deserve him
user6 i can't watch him the same again
user7 i can't believe I found him hot once
user8 we all cancel him right?
user9 like seriously there is a limit to playing with people
user10 idk what to do with this man
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loveislanduk the sidebar’s open for episode 4!! WE HAVE A RECOUPLING COMING IN EP 5 !
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user1 YN IN LIKES !?
user2 she agrees with drama
user3 YES!! JUDE AND MAGUI ARE INDEED FAKE !!!
user4 the recoupling 😭😭
user5 jude and his "manly charms"
user6 JUDE IS INDEED PLAYING THE BIGGEST GAME IN THE VILLA
user7 ofc evelyn is bored
user8 love how every drama is around jude Bellingham
user9 lando's little smirk watching jude be judged
user10 i am not ready for the recoupling
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loveislanduk IT WAS THE BOY’S CHOICE AND JUDE CHOSE Y/N!!!
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user1 OH HELL NO
user2 UNO REVERSE !?
user3 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK !?
user4 EVEN WHEN HE KNEW HOW MUCH THEY LOVE EACH OTHER!? ITS LIKE SO OBVIOUS
user5 LANDO'S FACE IN THE SECOND PIC 😭
user6 lando is barely controlling his anger
user7 the way yn ran to kiss lando-
user8 jude is getting so many curses
user9 that's like his fourth girl -
user10 my landoyn 😭
part 3..?
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mingyuonlyfans · 16 hours ago
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genuinely so obsessed with the thought of casually dominant cheol. i just wanna be his spoiled babygirl fr </3
you know how men used to act in old r&b music videos? exactly. yes, he's manly. yes, he's casually dominant, always the perfect doting gentleman. he always has to have a hand on you, he just has to feel you all the damn time. he follows the sidewalk rule religiously. he opens every door for you. he doesn't even ask to carry your bag (or bags plural when you're out shopping and just absolutely maxing his cards.), he literally just swoops them from your hands before giving you the sweetest smooch on the forehead. you think he's gonna let you drive on his watch? no fucking way; you're his pretty passenger princess (as if you'll ever drive when you're with him anyway. the way his arm looks while he's gripping the steering wheel is too good to pass on). he pays for every single dinner date and surprises you with things you've only mentioned offhandedly (you mentioned how pretty that panthère de cartier watch was just once!). what can he say? he was raised right.
he also eats pussy like a fucking beast. absolutely will not stop until you're squirting on his face.
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concretejunglefm · 1 day ago
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I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 1).
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*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com
You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong
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An anon request for lovers to enemies 
Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.
CW: none really. Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst.
WC: 3.2k.
Dividers: Silent-stories.
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Had Noah cheated, you believe that you could've handled everything a lot better, but somehow what he did had been worse.
It wasn't cheating, even if you couldn't ignore the pit in your stomach when you thought about him and her together.
Noah's ex had joined the last leg of his tour as an opening act, and while under any other circumstances it wouldn't have bothered you, his nonchalant attitude about it did. 
This had been a man who spent time after time cursing her out to you, pushing aside any doubts or worries you had felt when it came to her, and now he didn't care if she was joining him in the most important aspect of his life.
Even worse was how he’d knocked back your own suggestion of joining him.
"It's only for a few days. I'll get to watch you play, and we can see it as a vacation." "You can see it as that. For me, it's work, babe. You know that, and you know how important it is to me." "I know I just thought." "Well, don't. Not this time. Maybe next time."
You did your best to brush off the hurt at the time, and now again as the memory resurfaces.
Noah didn't cheat, but what he did was close enough to make you feel heartbroken and forgotten about.
Messages and calls came less and less during this leg, and now you were sitting up early Saturday morning going through the posts on your Twitter feed like a fool, allowing yourself to be more hurt with each one that you came across.
@badoxmens: Did you see Noah and his ex on stage last night?
@ieatconcreeete: I hope this means they're finally getting back together !!
@artitficalsuicide: If I were his girlfriend, I would hate myself right now.
@deduckingthrone: Noah has a girlfriend? Are you sure? Him and his ex looked pretty cozy if he does.
The videos and pictures which accompanied the tweets did nothing to ease the rising bile in your throat, and every attempt to reach Noah was left unanswered.
Noah ignored every single text and call you made to him, not bothering to even make it obvious that he was ignoring you, the delivered and read notifications driving you mad until you had to stop yourself altogether.
Instead of breaking up with you, he ghosted you, your only proof of this coming a week later when another set of videos and photos showed up on your feed of him attending the album launch party of his ex.
There was no ignoring the closeness between them, the way he lingered by her in the one video, the way they were caught slipping off together and hovering a little too closely in another.
You almost went to write out a long-winded text, one full of all your feelings for everything that had transpired over the past week, but instead settled for a simple 'fuck you'. Even going as far as to block and delete his number to not allow for any temptation in reaching out to him.
You deserved better than this, that whatever had transpired for Noah to play with your feelings in this manner and you decided then that you'd do whatever it took to move on.
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"What you need is a girls’ trip." The suggestion from your best friend came as no surprise, Sloan would always choose a spa day or a girls’ trip whenever she felt a need to unwind, which was practically every week according to her.
"Huh?" You snap back from your own thoughts, mindlessly stirring a spoon in your latte.
"Babe, please tell me that you are not still hung up on that guy." You hear both the pity and disdain in her tone.
To Sloan boys were nothing more than toys to be played with, to be thrown down and picked back up whenever she wanted. That was her trick to not being hurt.
"It's been two years."
"I know." You don't even need to give her a real answer for her to know, but it still doesn't stop your mind from wandering and from the pang in your chest each time you think about him.
“Girls’ trip, this weekend and I'm not taking no for an answer."
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You wish that she had taken no for an answer.
A girl’s trip sounded delightful until she suggested Vegas and you were squeezing yourself onto a last-minute flight there. You wouldn't have minded had it not been for the fact that your seats were apart from one another and you had been given a middle seat, which meant you were now stuck in between two strangers.
Moving along the aisle towards your seat, you slide your weekend bag from your shoulder and toss it into the overhead bin. Looking down at your ticket, you confirm the seat number and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as you tap on the shoulder of the man sitting on the end seat, covered up with a black hoodie.
"Excuse me. I'm 33B." You gesture to the empty space beside him, and the minute you catch a familiar pair of brown eyes gaze back at you, you feel your heart plummet into your stomach and bile rising up your throat.
Noah.
You're ready to make a dash towards the back of the plane, either to throw up in the bathroom or attempt to throw yourself out of the emergency exit.
"Sor—."
He cuts himself off on the sight of you, and you huff as he moves himself and allows for you to squeeze past.
When you fall into the middle seat, you find Jolly sitting on the other side of you and realize that they must be on their way to a show. 
In Vegas? 
You almost turn and ask him but decide not to. You spent the last two years ignoring his and his band's existence; you can do that for another hour on this flight.
When you dare a glance in Jolly's direction, he's already sliding his headphones on and looking out of the window, completely disengaging himself. You're almost jealous. You'd do anything to disappear from this moment's event, even exchange seats with the Swede so as not to be sat next to Noah.
As the flight pulls out to taxi, you feel Noah's leg bouncing against your own. You know it's his nerves. He's always been a nervous flyer, and it makes you wonder why he's choosing to fly instead of driving to Vegas.
You mentally smack yourself because it's not your place to wonder these things or even care about them anymore.
"Will you stop that?" You finally voice your annoyance as the plane begins its descent down the runway.
"You know I'm a nervous flyer!" He retorts, and yes, you do know, but he's not supposed to highlight that fact.
“Yeah, but it's annoying." You snipe beneath your breath.
"I can't help it!"
You sound like a couple of squabbling kids, and you hit your knee against his as if to prove a point for him to stop, but he only bounces his leg harder.
It's as if he's purposely trying to piss you off, and unfortunately for you, it's working.
"Just—" You reach over and press your hand down on his thigh, forcing his leg still. "There. Stop."
He does stop, but then you feel his larger tattooed hand atop yours, and his fingers slip beneath and around your own as if choosing to accept this as you giving him some form of comfort.
You're not, but you can hardly pull your hand away as the plane begins to take off and you feel his fingers tightening around yours, signifying his general fear and discomfort over flying.
That is until you're hit with the reminder that this guy ghosted you, and you owe him nothing.
You snatch your hand back, glaring at him as he looks down at you.
"What was that for?"
“Oh, please, you're a big boy. Hold your own damn hand if you're that scared." You don't hold back on the mockery in your tone, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I was always there for you, and this is how you repay me?"
“Oh, please, you were there for your own ego."
You feel Noah lean in closer to you and you edge yourself away as best as you can without causing too much disruption to Jolly tucked in the window seat.
"You could at least try to make this work."
You hear him whisper, and your mouth drops open due to the utter audacity this man has to even suggest such a thing.
"Why would I do that when you did such a great job proving you're not worth the effort?" You snipe back, keeping your voice low.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're really choosing now to play dumb? God, you really are all muscle and no brains now, aren't you?"
You couldn't ignore the fact that over the past two years he had buffed out even more than you can remember.
Noah had always been physically fit during the time you were together, with muscles coming in, but there was something more toned and larger about him now. 
It was a noticeable enough sight that could have any girl drooling over him.
But not you. 
You refused to engage with the thought.
"So what you're saying is you think I look hot?"
You don't need to look at him to see it; you can hear the smirk in his voice, and it makes you shake with anger at how unfazed he appears by all of this. 
You can't resist jabbing your elbow into his side, resulting in him letting out a whine which draws the attention of passengers around you to look over.
"What was that for?" Noah grumbles, bringing a hand to his side as he rubs the spot you’d caught. 
"Because you're a dumbass." You spit out between gritted teeth.
"Excuse me, is there a problem here?" You haven't even noticed the seatbelt signs turn off, and when you look up, you spot a young air hostess peering in at you both. The moment her eyes catch sight of Noah, you spot that sudden flash of recognition in her own.
"Here we go," You mumble under your breath, rolling your own eyes as you direct your head forward and press back against the headrest. 
You wait to hear it, his charm that he always uses whenever there's a fan who recognizes him in a place he doesn't want to be noticed.
He's suave with it, and it always made you swoon in the beginning because you believed that he was merely trying to seek out his privacy for you both, but now you realize it was just one of his many tactics for keeping up some reputation he felt the need to uphold.
"Well, well... It looks like someone has good taste in music. You just made my day… but if you don't mind keeping it between us?"
You scoff and press your lips together when feeling the heat of a stare on you, but the air hostesses' quiet giggling is enough to prove that his little charm worked.
Shaking your head, you roll your eyes. "Real smooth." You remark once she leaves down the plane aisle to attend to another passenger.
"It worked on you, didn't it?"
"Don't flatter yourself. That was after five drinks, and I'd been eyeing up Folio all night."
"Oh—"
"Will you both quit it before I bang your heads together!" Jolly cuts Noah off, interrupting your squabbling.
"She started it." Noah argues, and your head turns back to him as you shoot him a glare. 
If looks could kill, you'd have done it multiple times by now.
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The rest of the flight wasn't any easier, between playing elbow hockey with Noah over the armrest and more snide remarks, you were thankful the moment the plane came into land, unbuckling your belt and attempting to move the moment the seatbelt sign turned off.
"The plane hasn't even come to a stop." Noah points out as you attempt to stand, ushering him to move out of your way.
"I don't care, just move." You huff and glare down at him as he remains still, his tattooed hands sitting and tapping on his thighs, barely giving you a brief glance.
"Not even a please? You're so rude."
You know that you shouldn’t, but you begin to attempt climbing over him, holding onto the seat in front as you try to drag yourself past him and over his lap, muttering as you go. "And you are absolutely incorrigible."
"Wow, that's a new one. Is it your word of the day?"
You glance behind him and see him attempting to push back into his seat more, as if that's helping you in any way, and when you see his hand raise, you instinctively swat at it with the assumption he's going to touch you. 
"Ow?! There was no need for that."
Finally free from your row, you huff and pull yourself together, reaching for the overhead bin and pulling out your bag. 
“Well, this was fun. I really hope we never have to do it again." You glare at him and begin making your way down the aisle with the rest of the passengers towards the exit door.
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You've never been happier to see the back of a plane in your life, moving as fast as your legs will let you through the crowd of people, almost missing the sound of Sloan's voice as she calls after you.
"Wait up, speedy!" She laughs as she finally catches up, and you come to a slow down, shaking your head free of all the thoughts which had been swirling around in there due to the unexpected reunion you just briefly had with your ex.
"Sorry. I just had to get out of there."
"That wasn't who I think it was, was it?" You spare a glance over at Sloan, and your irritated expression gives that answer away. "It was? What was he doing on a plane to Vegas?"
"I can't say I really cared to ask him, Sloan." Your tone has a bite still left over from the sniping that you and Noah had done. "Sorry, he just really gets under my skin."
"I can see that."
"The sooner we're at the hotel, the better. Then I can wash this whole thing off me, and we can finally start enjoying our girls' weekend."
"Yes! Girls’ weekend. No talk about stupid boys." Sloan slips her arm around yours, linking you together as she lets out an excited 'woohoo'. It makes you laugh, and you finally feel the tension that being sat next to Noah for the last hour had caused, slipping away.
It's a feeling which is short-lived, however.
After making your way through the airport and standard checks, you reach the taxi rank outside, and as you open the door, you turn back to call for Sloan, only to be met with the 6'3 asshole who's covered in tattoos.
“Oh, thanks, you shouldn't have." He flashes you a grin as he slides into your taxi, followed by Jolly, who offers you a brief apologetic look. Maybe you should've been giving him a harder time if he was enabling this stupid behavior.
You stand speechless as they pull the door close, tossing daggers at the cab as it drives away and a scream rumbles in your throat. 
"Where's the taxi?" Sloan asks as she chooses now to join you. You grumble something incoherent under your breath as you turn to wave down the next incoming taxi.
She's now joining Noah and Jolly on your shit list.
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"It's going to be perfect! There's a spa, three pool areas. One of them is an infinity pool off the balcony upstairs." Sloan continues to drone on about the hotel and everything it includes. You only have a weekend here, but she's already planning multiple ways for you to take advantage of everything.
Currently, your mind is back on Noah and his stupid, smug ass face as he stole your taxi. You try to distract yourself from it, shaking him from your thoughts and coming back into the present, to this weekend.
Seeing him was a blip, but you refused to allow him to derail your plans or excitement.
Counting the room numbers down the hallway, you look up as you come closer to yours, room number: 308. 
Sloan has the room opposite you, disappearing inside after making plans to knock on after shower and changing. A shower sounds perfect right about now, not only to wash off the plane smell but also with being in such proximity to Noah in general.
As you fiddle with the room key, you hear a familiar voice, which causes your back to raise. Turning your head, you peer down the hallway, watching a group of familiar faces grow nearer to you. Noah is the one trailing behind, while Folio and Matt's voices are the ones you hear echoing down the hall.
You hastily attempt to open your hotel room door, being met with the red light before trying again.
You huff and close your eyes to calm yourself from growing irrationally angry.
Hearing the voices past you, you open your eyes and look back to find Noah standing at the door next to yours, room number: 310.
"Hey, neighbor." Noah flashes you a grin, and you shake your head in protest.
"No."
"No?" He repeats back at you in a question, his brows knitting together. "What do you mean no?"
"I mean no, we are not neighbors, and you cannot be here. Not in this room, not in this hotel. Hell, not even in this state." You're being irrational, but you never did quite have much rationality when it came to him. You always found yourself diving in headfirst to whatever thought crossed your mind.
"And who said this? You?" Noah raises a brow at you, taking a step closer as he leans a hand against the wall.
He easily towers over you, and under any other circumstance before now, that would have you weak at the knees and buckling for him, but right now it has you infuriated that he's somehow here, ruining your weekend and attempting to charm you.
"Yes."
"Still as bossy as ever, I see."
"And you're still an asshole." You snipe back, your eyes narrowing, still attempting to get your keycard in your door and slip away from this conversation.
"Ouch, that hurt." Noah raises his free hand, bringing it to his chest, feigning a tone of disbelief and hurt while you roll your eyes in response.
“Oh, please, that would insinuate you had any feelings to begin with."
"I have a lot of feelings, actually. Such as feeling sorry for you while watching you struggle with something so easy. Here, let me."
Before you have a chance to protest, he's reaching out to take your hotel room key and slips it into the swipe, drawing it out to a flashing green light.
You huff as you open the door, pushing forward, and the last thing you hear before the door slams is another final snarky remark from him; "Not even a thank you?"
Once in the safety of your room, you let out a loud scream of frustration, only to hear Noah's chuckle from the other side of the door, and you gently bang the back of your head against the door as you lean back on it.
Great, now you really can't escape him this weekend.
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radioactive-killjoy · 2 days ago
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Ekko is, of course, underappreciated
I just finished watching Arcane at the behest of my father, but for the last few weeks I've been getting spoilers on Instagram and Twitter.
Despite this, I've seen little to no conversation about Ekko outside of his relationship to Powder. He's presented to us as an extremely intelligent and resourceful character from the very beginning, and at multiple turns he is doing things that no other character can do. Despite his connection to Benzo, I feel like he fills Vander's space more than Vi does (something I think the show fucked up in s2). With the Firelights, he's attempting to create a space of peace and normalcy.
But also the parallel between Ekko and Jayce; not a single soul that I've ended up seeing has mentioned it. Heimerdinger directly tells us that he sees a connection between the two - his students. But it is Ekko that opens Heimerdinger's eyes, Ekko that pushes him in the research. Ekko, Powder and Heimerdinger create something together that even Viktor at the end of s2 felt was impossible, and in a shorter amount of time. (This show was bad at not giving us detailed time skips, but we know for sure it wasn't years.)
Jayce would have failed at the end if not for Ekko! Everyone loves the relationship between Jayce and Viktor but it likely would have meant nothing if Ekko hadn't cracked the shell. So, I'm frustrated that he's being reduced to losing the potential love of Powder/Jinx.
That being said - I just finished it so I haven't spent much time in the fandom and if these discussions have been had, please point me in that direction, because this was the most interesting part of the whole show!
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hangesdarling · 3 days ago
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last anniversary — h. zoë
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PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader
SYNOPSIS. It was your last anniversary with Hange.
CONTENT. 18+ (suggestive), MDNI, toxic yuri, toxic relationship, yandere!hange zoë, angst, implied smut, restraining, handcuffs, kidnapping, abuse, blood, wounds (lmk what else). Please don't proceed further if this content triggers you!
WORD COUNT. 1.8k words
A/N. I found this draft I wrote on October last year. I was so unwell that time huh
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The first thing Hange noticed when they turned on your side of the bed was the sour expression contorting your face. The second was how you seemed to recoil at a single touch from them. They sighed, withdrawing their hand from your thigh and said, "Caught you in a bad mood, huh?"
Hange caught the twitch on your lip, the slight turn of your head away from them. They didn't want to push it too far this time so they stood up, eyes on their watch as they announced that they would be going. But before they do so, they stroked your hair, bent down to kiss your unmoving lips, and said I love you in response to your silence.
Hange has been getting this kind of attitude from you for the latter half of the month. Their copy of your period calendar does not explain most of your mood swings. They brought you good food and fancy items to uplift your spirits despite your current mentions of a cool-off and a break-up. They brushed it off as one of your emotional episodes. Hange knew you'd forget all those nonsensical flurries once they have you spread out in bed every day after work
And for the most part their kisses work, the sweet nothings whispered in your ear work. But you get stubborn, caught up in an emotional episode, sobbing when they're holding you, suppressing the tears when they're fucking you. As much as Hange hates to see you handcuffed in bed, you were just too difficult to work around with. 
"Hey, sweet pea, don't cry. Calm down, will you?" 
Hange soothes you back to sleep, wiping each tear from your eyes and waiting for you to drift into slumber. They always remove the handcuffs in the morning. 
But as they went to work, they had high hopes for this day. Maybe you're just pretending, pulling that sour face to them because you have an anniversary surprise in mind. After all, it's your second anniversary together. Hange wants to match that surprise with the same enthusiasm, whatever you're planning in mind. They happily stacked away all their finished paperwork, stretching with a smile on their face at the thought of coming home to you.
It was 8 AM when they reached their doorstep, swiftly fishing their keys out of their pocket with one hand as their other held a bottle of wine. Darkness crept inside as they entered and shut the door close. Hange's eyes furrowed in confusion. It seems like the light illuminating the streets was brighter than the inside of their house. Their footsteps quickened, wondering what on earth were you doing to have all the lights off. But before their hands flick the switch on, they listened to the darkness. The light thuds of a cupboard, the sound of metal clacked against the tiled floor, the collapse of a box of nails, and other items being hurled to the other side of the room. 
Hange sighed, pinching their eyebrows as they flicked the switch on.  
"Y/N?" Hange whispered, your name short-lived on their lips as they found your form kneeling against the cupboard, blood staining your arms. The blood trickled down your elbows, your face red with tears slowly turned to them. 
Hange's heart clenched when they realized their mistake. 
They failed to remove your handcuffs this time. 
That explains the copious bleeding from your hands. They ran to you, not wanting to imagine what discomfort you went through with your hands tied all day. You screamed at them, backing away with the energy you have left. Hange gathered you in their arms, one hand at the back of your head as the other prevents you from thrashing and hurting yourself further. 
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, darling. I'm so sorry. We'll get you fixed, alright?" Hange muttered, carrying you in their arms. They kicked away the littered tools at their feet as they carried you to the bathroom, and to the awaiting bathtub. 
"Where did you hide them?" you muttered, voice scratched from the sobbing. Hange felt your fists clenched against their shirt as they set you down the tub and began running the lukewarm water. 
"Not right now, Y/N," they muttered, removing your hands off of them. They sighed, running a hand through their brown locks as one fiddles the top button of their shirt open. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to leave you like that. That was mindless of me."
Your hand fingered through the gash on your thumb down to your wrists, watching as the blood dripped on the rising water. 
"You locked the house too," you said with much bitterness, lips trembling. "Even the windows."
Hange went to the medicine cabinet for a roll of bandage. They didn't look at you as they responded, "I had to keep you safe. You'll just end up hurting yourself like the last time."
"Hange, you have to let me out of here," you said, voice breaking. "They're going to know."
A smile cracked on their lips as they said, "Oh, I told your mom already. I said I'll be taking care of you here. She's happy enough to hear that."
Hange went to your side, rubbing your wound with a cool antiseptic. You winced at the sting, slightly retracting your hand from their touch. 
"You know I never left the keys at home. What were you doing there at the cupboard?" they asked, eyes never leaving your wounded hand. They began to unfurl the bandage. "Are you gonna try to break the door or something?" 
Your silence and avoidant gaze confirmed their suspicions. 
"Did you think it would be that easy?" they said. It was followed by a sigh as they continued, "I should've never considered your suggestion of removing the cameras. I knew this would happen. But then again, privacy matters to you."
The scorn in their voice almost made you recoil. But you remained silent as they cleaned your wounds and bathed you. Silence, submission. That's what you're good at, after all. 
Once out of the bath and in your fresh clothes, Hange made you sit in the bed, drying your hair. They told you about their day in momentary spurs, cutting off themself sometimes. They'd hum as they tied your hair in a loose braid, kissing your shoulder as they leave the bedroom to get something you can eat.
They brought you an instant hot meal paired with sliced fruits. You slowly nibbled the food with their encouragement, the pain on your wrists throbbing as you lifted the food to your mouth.
Hange only ate a little, chewing on some of the fruits they sliced as they removed their sleeved shirt where some of your blood spilled. They slipped into comfortable clothes before settling back beside you, the mattress dipping as they sat closer.
You set the tray aside after you ate. Hange's familiar hands wandered in your skin, teasing the shirt you're wearing, feeling for the flesh beneath. They closed their eyes as their lips kissed your shoulders once again. They were beyond tired from work, coming home to such a troubled mess only added to the weight of it. Maybe in another timeline, you were dining in a fine restaurant at your anniversary date and you don't cry when they kiss you. 
"Hange, please." The tremble in your voice knocked them out of their daydream, their hands falling away from your skin. "This doesn't work for us anymore."
You chose your words carefully, calm and broken, hoping to tug at their last heartstrings you can grasp. Anger didn't work, so maybe pleading will. 
Hange sighed, their forehead resting at the back of your neck. 
"Just one more night. Can you give that to me?" 
You thumbed over your bandaged wrists, weighing how much of their words were true enough. They never implied anything about letting you go before and trying your odds on their promise won't dig you a deeper grave than you're already in.
"Alright."
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You didn't mind when they kissed you once more, when they touched you and gripped your flesh beneath their hands as if it was the last time they'll hold you. And in a way, it was.
You opened yourself for them, letting them have you the way they wanted, the way they always do for the past few months they locked you here.
Hange was more careful, more loving. Their lips touched your skin with utter devotion and worship, and for a moment, you remembered the person you used to love.
Your mind traced back the memories when everything was fine, when your lover hasn't fallen to their obsessive, hurtful tendencies which ended up badly, wave after wave. Had you been in a better state, you would have resisted the fall and tried harder for everything to go back to what they used to be. If you were stronger, in a far stable pedestal, you would have helped fix what broke in their mind, piece them back together.
Hange trailed a kiss on your collarbone, their lips hot against your skin.
They ran a hand through your hair, the strands falling from your face. They held your gaze, a purposeful act for your eyes to meet. They could not communicate the sincerity, and longing they have left at this last moment with you. Hange wished that their eyes could say enough.
"Y/N?"
"Yes?"
"It was our anniversary today." 
At your silence, they only nuzzled your cheek, breathing slowly on your neck. They spoke last that night, tears dripping on your shoulder, "I love you, I am sorry."
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The next morning you woke up earlier, the familiar restraint you got used to no longer present around your wrists. The windows weren't barred anymore, the door wasn't locked and even if it was, Hange has left all the keys splayed out on the night stand on their side of the bed. 
They are letting you go as promised. 
You would have felt happiness if it wasn't for the dull ache in your chest. You hugged your knees to your chest, tears remained in a stagnant pool in your eyes. This separation shouldn't have felt this terrible, you thought to yourself. 
You looked over to Hange, curled asleep into their side of the bed. Their fist clenched around their pillow, their body tense even as they slept. You couldn't help but run a hand to their face, and down to their arms, trying to soothe them. You pulled the blankets from the other side of the bed, pulling the warm sheet over to their body. They looked so cold.
Their phone pinged on the pillow next to yours, a notification about a couple’s therapy long overdue. Their 5 AM alarm came next which you turned off since it was Saturday.
Your arms crept below the blankets, encasing Hange in your warmth once more, closing your eyes. Maybe I can stay for a few more minutes, you muttered to yourself.
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hyperfix-wip · 1 day ago
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The Price of Conviction
Pairing: Prowler!Hobie Brown x Fem!Spider!Reader
Word count: 2k
Summary: What happens when the Prowler finds out the spider vigilante all the criminals are hunting down is the love of his life?
Author's Note: The first post of 2025, and I decide to kick it off with angst of all things 🥲 I would say sorry, but I low key am not... Anyways, big shoutout to @pinksugarscrub for beta reading this fic! Also tagging @the-kr8tor , @frostbitten-writer , and @rexlroze for our one discussion a long time ago as well as @seasharkz for their comment on it 😇
Tags: Prowler!Hobie, Spider!R, Angst, Lovers to (Future) Enemies, TW Violence, TW Graphic Violence, TW Slight Body Horror, TW Thoughts of Death, TW Conspiracy to Murder, TW Anxiety and Spiralling, Brief Mention of US Healthcare System, No Y/N
This was supposed to be an easy job for Hobie.
That was what that bastard Kingpin told him earlier this afternoon. All he had to do was hunt down that spider hero that suddenly popped out of nowhere a year ago. That spider that started getting attention from everybody in the Underworld the first time they stopped one of Green Goblin’s attacks in Central Park. That spider that took down Sandman during one of his “freakout” sandstorms all over New York and sent his ass to Ryker’s. That damn spider that exposed the Sinister Six– the top people who controlled the Underworld– to the public, in turn fucking over the rest of the criminals as those blue pigs in the NYPD tried to hunt down every single criminal and enforce all security in every bank, jewelry store, politicians and CEOs’ houses or wherever money can be found.
That spider was fucking up everybody’s money– fucking up his money. Money he was trying to save up to finally leave this city, this life, behind him. To buy a damn boat and sail away from all the crime and violence in the Underworld. To invest in a prosthetic arm that wasn’t built by some scraps of plastic and metal and spite for the bullshit health insurance company policies.
But most of all, to finally give you– his girlfriend, the love of his life– the life you deserved. To live in your own home rather than pay rent at a shitty studio apartment. To go out on actual dates rather than just buying greasy pizza at that disgusting pizza parlor down the street. To buy you actual presents and nice clothes rather than stealing them from those ridiculously expensive department stores. To finally buy you a ring like the two of you always talked about for years, to get down on one knee in front of you and wait for you to say yes, to watch you walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress he knew you always wanted to wear.
That damn spider was fucking all of that up for him, and if getting rid of that infuriating pest gave him all the money Kingpin was willing to shell out for a mere bounty, then he was signing that dotted line. He would gladly drag that spider by the neck, through gravel and broken glass, like a rag doll. He would gladly break that spider’s arms and legs and fling them over the tallest building to watch them splatter over the sidewalk. He would gladly stab that spider through the chest with his clawed gauntlet, watching their blood slowly run down his chromed arm while they gasped out the last of their breath.
This job was supposed to be fucking easy.
So why the fuck are you under that mask?
Why the fuck are you standing in front of him in that stupid red and blue suit? Why the fuck are you just standing there in the middle of your guys’ bedroom, giving him your usual beautiful smile? Why the FUCK are you just looking at him with the same hope and love in your eyes with that godforsaken mask in your hand?
The smile on your face started to falter the longer he stared at you in stunned disbelief. “Baby?”
God, don’t call him baby. Not when you’re in that damn suit.
Hobie continues to stare at you from his work desk, his hand clutching onto his fake arm that he was about to take off. Sharp tingles shoot up from his amputated arm, the base of his elbow screaming underneath his makeshift prosthetic, the metal around his limb chafing his skin and making the tingles worse. White noise screams in his ears, piercing through his rampant thoughts, while his body refuses to move from his spot.
You nervously squirm under his intense scrutiny as you glance down at the floor, suddenly finding the scuff on your shoe interesting while you ignore his eyes burning into your very being.
“I-I know this is a lot,” you swallow the lump lodged in the back of your throat before looking back up to the shadows hiding his eyes, “but I can explain…”
You slowly cross through the cramped bedroom, shuffling through the crack between his desk and the bed until you’re right in front of him. Your fingers curl into themselves, itching to pick at your cuticles through the web-lined gloves.
“So, uh… y’know how I got really sick right after I finished my story on Alchemax? The one about their new genetics department?” you start off, the ghosts of the fluctuating chills and hot flashes rushing down your spine haunting you, the muscle memory of your throat burning from dry heaving bile. “Something actually happened while I was there…”
Despite your sheepish reassurance, your hands still tremble as you slowly take off your left glove by the middle finger sleeve, exposing your skin little by little, until you peel it off and reveal two small dark bite marks with small web-like veins sprouting around your ring finger.
“I got bit by a spider over there, and I was fine the whole day until, y’know… I wasn’t.”
Hobie’s heart seizes as a flashback of finding you collapsed and convulsing on the bathroom floor, gagging and hacking out yellow-white foam onto the checkered tile, forces itself up the forefront of his mind. That moment still sends a wave of panic over his body.
“I mean, I got better the day after, but…” your voice wavers as you glance up at the ceiling, your heart rattling against your ribs, before you slowly curl your ring and middle fingers into the middle of your palm. Hesitation lingers in your fingers, but the moment you press them against your palm, a thick web-like rope shoots out of your wrist and sticks onto the ceiling. You swallow the bitter bile down your throat before you shakily wrap your free hand around the web and slowly climb up, catching the quick gasp from his lips while his eyes follow your dangling figure.
An overwhelming urge to scream bubbles up in Hobie’s chest as he continues to stare at this unexpected nightmare. His loving, sweet, normal girlfriend is hanging off the fucking ceiling, climbing and sticking herself onto the ceiling, crawling across by padding your hands onto the surface while wearing a stupid spandex suit like a child in a Halloween costume playing on the monkey bars.
This. Can’t. Be. Happening.
Your voice gradually muffles out through his ears while white noise starts to ring in his head again. All the news articles and rumors from the Underworld about that damn spider suddenly flood his mind, but denial still clings onto him.
You, his girlfriend? You, who would yelp and quickly smack his hand away for pinching your ass? Who would run away when a fly buzzes too close to your ear? Who would rather swallow needles than to tell a fast food worker they got your order wrong? Who would rather back off from an argument than to dig yourself deeper into it?
You stopped that crazy Green Goblin from destroying Central Park? You sent Sandman to Ryker’s? You took down The Lizard— one of the members of the Sinister Six— in front of the press and exposed the rest of them and the Underworld to the public?
You’re the one Kingpin put a bounty on? The one everyone in the Underworld is hunting down? The one everyone wants dead?
Horror trembles in Hobie’s eyes as the spider he had in his mind slowly morphed into you. The sick image of him dragging your body across the floor churns his stomach. The idea of your body falling down until you hit the pavement like a bouncing ball nearly makes him gag. The thought of the light in your eyes being snuffed out in front of you while blood from your fatal wound on your chest runs down his clawed prosthetic gauntlet, hanging limp by his hand, sends him to an overwhelming spiral of despair.
God, not you. Anyone but you.
Oblivious to Hobie’s inner turmoil, you unstick yourself from the ceiling and drop down onto the bed feet first, bouncing up in the air before landing back down on the spring mattress on your rear. Anxiety fills your eyes and chest as you keep your eye on his rigid figure, his knuckles turning white from gripping onto his prosthetic arm for dear life, before you frantically rush to his side.
“Hobie? Baby?”
For once your voice falls on deaf ears, and panic squeezes at your lungs. Your heart lurches the moment he flinches from your touch, your hands trembling as you try to pry his hand away from the makeshift arm with as little strength as you can without hurting him.
“Baby, please talk to me,” you whisper-plead to him while tears prick up in your eyes. “I need you to talk to me, please.”
When his hand finally lets go, you desperately thread your fingers through his and squeeze, and a small flicker of relief pricks your chest the moment he briefly squeezes back before you keep going.
“I know this is hard to believe, but I need you to.” Fear and heartbreak clings to your throat while you blink away some stray tears and kneel in front of him. “I’m trying to keep New York safe– not just in general, but for you, me, us!-- but I don’t know if something is gonna happen to me out there later on, or if something’s gonna happen to you–”
A sharp hiccup sneaks up your throat before you could stop it, and more tears drip down your face as you bite back a sob and press your lips against his knuckles. “I love you so much, baby, I can’t lose you…”
The moment you utter those words, Hobie finally manages to break through his spiral and pull you into his embrace, running his fingers through your hair while the prosthetic arm wraps around your waist and pulls you between his legs and against his chest. You tense up from the sudden movement, but as his warmth slowly seeps into your body, the rest of your tears finally stream down your face before you bury your face in his chest and strangle out another sob.
“God, I can’t lose you, Hobie,” your voice cracks with each painful breath, “I can’t do this without you, please don’t leave me–”
Anguish floods in Hobie’s glassy eyes as he clings to you for dear life, pressing his lips hard against the top of your head, silently praying that this whole ordeal is just a fucked up nightmare for him while you continue to beg him not leave you for lying to him for a year.
The sick, twisted irony of it all– you, a vigilante hero, agonizing over losing him. Meanwhile, just hours ago, he relished the idea of killing you for money.
Hobie nearly gags from the bile clinging to his throat, but he struggles to swallow it down as he shushes against your head and gently rocks you back and forth in his arms.
“It’s...it’s gonna be okay,” he finally croaks out, hating how the blatant bittersweet lie easily spills through his lips. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m right here. Nothing’s gonna happen to me, nothing’s gonna happen to us…”
His desperate attempt of reassuring you– and himself– only worsens your cries as you snake your arms around his waist and cling to the back of his shirt, repeatedly stabbing him in the heart with each tear running down your eyes and seeping into the cotton fabric. Guilt and despair looms over his shoulders as he hiccups his own frustrated cry, struggling to push away the intrusive temptation of the bounty and fear of losing you, but he continues to silently pray for your forgiveness while feeding you more poisoned sweet lies, if only for them to somehow miraculously become true.
“Nothing’s gonna happen to us…”
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skele-bunny · 3 days ago
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Hi, have a Pt 2 of Mountains Grief.
Grief. (CW) Mountain/Aether/Dewdrop
CW - Mentioned Past Deaths, Wrongful Blame of Death
Tags: Grief, Unhealthy Coping, Self-Blame, Depression, Mountain Has Anger Issues
Characters: Mountain, Aurora, Ifrit, (past) Dewdrop, (past) Aether, Misc Mentioned
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"They're not HERE! Get a fucking grip!" Ifrit followed after Mountain, the rest of the pack quiet as they watched.
It caused a flinch from the fire from how sharp Mountain had turned on his heel. "At least one would be if it wasn't for YOU and being fucking selfish! You chose against us— Against your pack! Dewdrop is dead because of you!"
He could feel his own chest caving in, finally speaking what he didn't want to acknowledge into existence. "Y-Yes! Okay! I get it! Zephyr was sick, you wanted to be with them, and you could've been! You knew the consequences of retiring yourself and look, you're still fucking here! Maybe even Papa Terzo would still be here if you weren't so damn selfish!"
"Selfish?! Me?! Where have you been! You don't talk to anyone, you don't even come out of your room anymore! Do you think you're the only one hurting? That you're the only one who loved Dew and Aether?" The fire desperately yelled back, anger rising on both of their expression and body language.
"Because I AM!" Mountain quickly got in Ifrit's personal space, towering over the much smaller ghoul. His hackles were raised, fangs bared that showed drool.
It was a threat.
The room went silent, the only sound coming from Mountain and being both his panting and growling. "I was the only one who loved them. If you did, then you're one of the most sorry excuses of a mate I've ever met."
That's all he could say before escalating more, taking a single step back before turning and stomping out, slamming the door so hard that it cracked; Phantom hiding against Swiss' arm but still staring at Ifrit who's tail was between his legs.
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Mountain sat quietly on the dock, holding his cupped hands out with both a water lily and hyacinth, how softly the flowers were moving, intertwining with each other. The sound of footsteps made his ear flick, nose wiggling as he picked up the smell of star dust.
"I know you're there, Aurora." He sighed, letting the flowers in his hand shrivel and fade back into his skin as he turned to face the ghoulette.
"Hey... Sorry for interrupting you." She mumbled, walking closer and sitting next to him. "That was pretty rough."
"It's irrelevant."
"Not if it's making you this way."
The earth ghoul stayed quiet, letting a sunflower sprout from his wrist to pick the seed and throw into the lake; fish immediately surfacing to chase the delicacy.
She leaned back on her arms, staring at the sun beams through heavy clouds. "What were they like?"
A chuff followed, Mountain picking another seed. "...Beautiful. They were beautiful, and they still are." His floppy ears seemed to only lay flatter with each syllable. "They were my everything. In such a short time I-I felt... Complete. Like I was a person again. That they showed me just how— how good I could be."
Rory faced Mountain as he spoke, face settled in a frown as her heart ached for the other. But she let him speak.
"I wish you got to meet them... Dew... Dew really would've loved you. Aether would get excited about all the quints in the den," He laughed a little. "Even if you only kinda count."
"Hey! I'm a kickass quint! ...When I want to be."
Mountain hummed. "That's exactly what he'd be proud about. A-and Rain, god, Rain and Dewdrop would be the most perfect things together. Dew had this thing where he'd always sing us to sleep. When the stress would get to all of us, when we were restless, or just because. He'd be the last one awake and just sing... I know it's meant to be hypnotic but it really was. It was the only thing that would ease all the tension. With Rain only able to hum, I think they'd sound really pretty together."
Aurora looked back up, only to quickly look back down as Mountain tore off the sunflower protruding from his body and tossing it into the lake. Holding his arm to put pressure on the small wound.
"You okay?"
He nodded, "I am. Sorry for rambling your ear off."
"Hey, this is the most you've talked to me since we met, I'll take what I can get."
"I'm sorry for that." He turned to face her, eyes locked for once and she could truly see the exhaustion within. "Ever since I lost them... I feel like I lost myself, too."
Aurora leaned close, holding his arm. She felt his fur rise from uncertainly and muscles stiffen before relaxing. "I don't blame you. I'm not mad, no one is. We're all worried about you."
"And I appreciate that, I do, I just... I can't be around you all for long. Without thinking and getting angry. I can't stand seeing such a happy place and not seeing my happy place. I can't see Ifrit, or Phantom, or Rain without getting so..." The ghoul trailed off with a sigh. "Look, I appreciate you talking to me. Truly, I do. But this is how I'll always be. I've always been this way."
Aurora let out a soft, hurt noise as Mountain took his arm away, standing up and picking a gardenia from his hair to hand to her.
"I'm sorry."
As she cupped the white flower, he walked away again, Aurora left to just stare at his back as he entered the forest nearby.
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leftneb · 15 hours ago
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“D’you remember the lie detector? Thought that thing was gonna cut my fingers off.” Lando rambles on, not realising how much closer he just put Oscar to tripping over his own feet in front of what might as well be their entire team.
In lieu of an appropriate reaction Oscar lets his face just do what it wants. He feels, helpless, as his eyebrows raise and his eyes widen, staring staunchly at the floor because as long as he doesn’t look Lando in the eye he can still plausibly deny having had any sort of reaction to d’you remember the lie detector of all fucking things. 
Oh, does he remember the lie detector? Fucking hell. Of course he remembers the fucking lie detector. Could he ever not.
“Hmm,” he says, trying to school his voice into something that doesn’t sound suspiciously like yeah I remember how you giggled and blushed and hid your face into the crook of your elbow, I watched every single moment of it or the somehow catastrophically worse yes I’ve been jacking off to the knowledge of you having to re-buckle the straps because your monster-sized fingers wouldn’t fit into the space mine were perfectly fucking snug in, so thanks yeah I reckon I remember the lie detector.
Instead, he says, in an unfortunately conspiratorial tone, “I don’t recall it was that tight for me.” Which is somehow worse, and more revealing, than just the truth. If he’s lucky Lando won’t make the connection between Oscar remembering the lie detector and being able to fucking, compare their hand girth like an actual stalker.
“Heh, right,” Lando huffs. “You and your dainty princess hands. I’m jealous, Osc, mine are like, fucking monstrous,” he teases, mischief in his voice like he’s not just flipped Oscar’s world upside down. 
Lando shimmies both his hands out of his pockets and lifts them chest-level, demonstrating his point to Oscar. 
Inexplicably, some primal part of his brain decides that he should be listening to his mirror neurons instead of basic etiquette. He lifts his hands to match. “Yeah,” he says. 
“See? Tiny.” Lando says for emphasis, taking his other hand and craning it all the way over just to poke Oscar’s frozen-still limb. If Oscar wasn’t already used to Lando’s complete disregard of personal space, he’d think it was weird. Well he’d probably think it was weird if he could think at all right now. 
“Yeah,” he says again, pleasantly surprised that his tone is still bored levels of flat. Fucking hell. 
“Well, you know what they say about a guy’s hands…” Lando jests. He turns – to Oscar’s utter horror – to look him dead in the eye, anticipating something; Oscar’s reaction, maybe even a response. 
Oscar opens his mouth, says, voice mortifyingly rough, “right,” realises that there’s no way that’ll be enough to save either of them from social oblivion, and continues. “Big hands, big-” he fails to think rationally, “ego?”
And Lando- Lando laughs. Not a big outburst, just a cackle, of sorts. It brings the crinkle back to the corner of his eyes and snaps the tension from his shoulders. 
“Big hands, big ego!” He says. Bright like the sun, a happy little tremor in his voice. Like he’s relieved Oscar’s joke was funny. 
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oscconfessions · 1 day ago
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"II should've ended in II17"
Well, if you watch through the whole show with your ears shut, completely missed that the whole message of the show, ignored the existence of 4 whole characters and a whole alien species then yeah, I GUESS II18 could work as the ending.
I swear, from both sides of this shit, from people who think that it should've ended on II17 and people who are happy with its current, everyone never mentions that fact that MEPHONE4 AND COBS WEREN'T THE ONLY ONES LEFT. Nobody ever mentions MePad, Bow, Dough, Bot, the SHIMMERS when talking about this. I feel like some of y'all don't give a fuck about the story and just it to have a sad ending for the sake of it.
"There weren't any major loss" MePhone4 lost MePad, most of the people he created are still stuck inside the MeAfterlife, Knife became a ghost, and 90% of the places he created are gone like the Hotel. While stuff like the Purgatory Mansion got rebuild, there's still alot of places that are just permanently gone. The ending is perfectly bittersweet.
I've also seen people compare Hfjone's ending and II17, i'm sorry but they are not at all similar, atleast with One, it perfectly fit with the tone of the whole show and honestly it was more ambiguous, meanwhile if II ended in 17, it would just throw every single thing that show had established out of the fucking window but ehhh who cares, season 2 was dark (It really isn't that dark) so a dark ending would perfectly fit, right??? I swear, some people act like Season 2 became Adventure Time-levels of dark when in reality, it just became more serious and story-driven.
Yeah, that's all I wanted to say.
TLDR: II17 would not work as the ending and people need to get a grip and realized that not everything needs to be sad and depressing.
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a-fantastic-time · 3 days ago
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The intense clap back from her small body did surprise Beast Boy, in fact it made him lose his foot and ended up falling on his ass. Which was perfect now that she had basically put him in the perfect position for her to start riding him. Not that he minded one single bit. He gripped her bouncing hips and slapped her fat ass all while she worked over his newly changed cock. The sensation did indeed almost make him finish. But thankfully Raven had actually got to him about concentrating and learning how to meditate. He closed his eyes and focused himself to enjoy the pleasure, but not to get overwhelmed by it. Now hat he didn't even have to move at all, he could simply relax and watch her bounce on his dick.
Gwen on the other hand was still cumming her brains out. Her dick twitching both between Rouge's tits and inside her tight throat. The magic user's body reaching its limit. Not to mention she still had yet to fuck her properly. She panted and did her best to cool off. Fanning herself, until she raised her hand and quickly cast a spell to make a winter breeze fly by her head. A soft sigh finally left her lips as she seemed to collect herself. Only to look down and see the thief fully focused on Beast boy. She some what felt like she had lost some how and grew a bit agitated. She yanked her hips back and popped her cock out of her mouth. She used another spell, her dick suddenly back up and fully raring to go. "Raven said not to use this spell too many times, but im sure one or two is fine." While Rouge had her attention somewhere else, she floated all three of them into the air and twisted the bat to face Beast Boy. Making her fat asscheeks point towards her, she growled and lined up her thick dick against her puckered anus. "Im not going to lose to such thief, and especially not to Beast boy!" She jabbed her hips forward and hilted herself into her asshole, causing their fat rods to rub together as they sandwiched the jewel thief between them.
Secure Seduction [Closed RP with @a-fantastic-time]
Rouge was a master thief, easily able to bypass any security measure to steal her score and escape deep into the night. She even mocked the Titans by swooping in and stealing things from under them. She loved the thrill of being caught just as much as she enjoyed outpacing would-be heroes and the authorities.
Of course, all good things come at a price. Rouge attempted to swipe the Master Emerald from the Jump City museum, but she found herself caught between Beastboy and Luckygirl. "Oh my! I hope we can come to a conclusion that leaves us all ~satisfied~." Rouge flirtatiously remarked as she licked her lips, her eyes settling on the soft bulges both heroes were sporting.
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pizzapasta23045 · 2 years ago
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It's upon us...
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The day of wreaking is upon us.
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inkskinned · 2 years ago
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the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.
capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.
now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.
and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.
and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.
and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".
it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"
#this was much longer i had to cut it down for legibility#but i do want to say i am aware this post doesnt touch on human rights violations as a result of fast fashion#that is because it deserves its own post with a completely different tone#i am an environmental educator#so that's what i know the most about. it wouldn't be appropriate of me to mention off-hand the real and legitimate suffering#that people are going through#without doing my research and providing real ways to help#this is a vent post about a thing i'm watching happen; not a call to action. it would be INCREDIBLY demeaning#to all those affected by the fast fashion industry to pretend that a post like this could speak to their suffering#unfortunately one of the horrible things about latestage capitalism as an activist is that SO many things are linked to this#and i WANT to talk about all of them but it would be a book in its own right. in fact there ARE books about each level of this#and i encourage you to seek them out and read them!!! i am not an expert on that i am just a person on tumblr doing my favorite activity#(complaining)#and it's like - this is the individual versus the industry problem again right because im blaming myself#for being an expert on environmental disaster (which is fucking important) but not knowing EVERYTHING about fast fashion#i'm blaming myself for not covering the many layers of this incredibly complicated problem im pointing out#rather than being like. yeah so actually the fault here lies with the billion dollar industries actually.#my failure to be able to condense an incredibly immense problem that is BOOK-LENGTH into a single text post that i post for free#is not in ANY fucking way the same amount of harm as. you know. the ACTUAL COMPANIES doing this ACTUAL THING for ACTUAL MONEY.#anyway im gonna go donate money while i'm thinking about it. maybe you can too. we can both just agree - well i fuckin tried didn't i#which is more than their CEOs can say
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