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yandere-sins · 3 months

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i fucking love the miya twins x reader. Can we get something where another character, maybe kita ends up revealing his childhood sweetheart (unknowing that the first love he fell out of touch with is currently being locked up in the apartment of the twins he just told the story too) im sure there'll be quite the punishment for her when the twins get home 🤭

They would be so jealous.

And you'd have no idea why.

It's not really a betrayal because you haven't seen Kita for years at this point, but it still stings as if you had plunged a knife into their chests. (Yes, Atsumu is that dramatic as he tries to explain why your childhood antics hurt them.) To know that you held hands and promised to marry another person, yet still shy away from their touches and never try to deepen your relationship with either of the twins is a thorn in their sides that isn't easily removable.

You might have been... seven at the time of the promise with Kita, but you never even asked to go steady with the Miya twins!

Still, despite their broken and aching hearts, they know they can't reasonably punish you for having been a silly child. You didn't know better. You probably didn't even love Kita! Right? You couldn't possibly have known what love even meant back then... right?!

The two of them only met you in their teens as well, so it was bound to happen that you might have had friends before them. However, they notice that spark in your eyes when they say Kita's name. As if you remember him, fondly even. As if he was a bigger threat than they had anticipated. It does hurt their feelings that you'd regain some of your liveliness at the mention of another man. One that you've been apart from for so long, no less. One that gives you back a glimmer of... hope.

It's not like they like you better when you aren't happy. It's just that they really hate it when you are happy, but not because of them.

Mealtime will be boring and basic the next few days while Osamu doesn't feel like cooking for you. He keeps making snarky remarks about how you'd probably prefer Kita to cook you rice from his rice field. Or how you'd like Kita to stock up your bathroom supplies and snacks. Kita could bring you much better movies you'd actually enjoy watching for sure, yadda yadda yadda. You really start to notice the effort he puts into taking care of you when he stops doing it... but you get to enjoy some baths alone and in peace! They also don't steal bites from your plate anymore. And they might sneer, but you can rearrange the room, and they won't stop you for once—they just follow you around and watch your every step silently and with great displeasure.

Atsumu, on the other hand, is annoyingly moody as he shuns you. Oh, you were watching something? He's home now; hand over the remote. No, you cannot have some of his pudding that you didn't want. (Then again, at least you don't have to fear suffocating from him trying to feed you). He keeps whining about not getting enough love from you, but he steals your pillow and blanket at night, demonstratively facing away from you. (Osamu lends you his arm to sleep on and pretends not to enjoy it if you inch closer for warmth to him. Jokes on him because he's not stopping you from getting under his blanket either, but your neck hurts from how tense he is all throughout the night.)

It's almost adorable that they think taking their love from you will hurt you.

However, even the funnest and best of times in captivity have to end. You are due to run out of something that you realize you need desperately. Not least because the twins will start taking things away from you here and there. In this twisted codependency, there's no other way but to seek them out and ask for your toothbrush back or inquire if you'll be having canned carrot soup again tomorrow, too... like the other three days before.

That's where they get you. Now you'll have to play to their tune, apologize, assure them you want nothing from Kita and don't even like him after all this time. It takes some convincing on your part, but how could they not melt for their sweet little darling, clinging to them and begging to go back to how it was before?

Atsumu will coax some more (fake) confessions about your feelings for the twins and make you promise to always love them (and to share your dessert with him). He'll whisk you away before you have a chance to make it up to his brother, taking you back to the room to have you "show" him just how much you love him, baring you to show all your vulnerability and sincerity. He'll have you moan and scream his name so fast, considering he's been preserving his energy for the last few days. But after ravaging your body and befuddling your mind, he'll go back to how he was before, making up some dearly missed cuddle time with you where he can talk about his day and unwind, finally having you back in his arms and lap. With his hands reaching for every inch of your body, kneading and memorizing the feeling of you as if this was the first time he got to touch you, kisses littering your neck and teeth nipping at your lips until his desire is finally sated.

Eventually, with great effort, you'll have to free yourself from Atsumu, who can't get enough of having you back. Still, you'll need the rest of your strength to make up with Osamu without letting too much time pass. He's still cold and dismissive, working or cleaning up, but the kitchen already smells like freshly cooked miso soup, so that's a good sign. Osamu is satisfied with you coming to him, touching his arm, or taking his hand, swearing you never meant anything you said to Kita seriously and that the twins are the only ones you want to be with. He'll seem a bit pouty, so you should consider cuddling up to him or giving him a good ol' smooch, even if he doesn't reciprocate immediately. But who could be mad at you? With a big sigh, Osamu will welcome you back into his embrace, kiss you on the head, and tell you where your toothbrush is, handing you a bag with all the necessities they've been hiding from you. However, he still got them (he knew all along what you were running out from and when). Osamu will admit he was planning on restocking your things slowly anyway (it hurt him to see you were struggling). All's well that ends well, but Osamu will want to have a taste of what Atsumu already devoured, so get ready for that.

And with that, the argument will be over (for now).

Hopefully, there won't be any shows on TV featuring farmers, and the twins won't meet Kita again for a while, so they won't be reminded of what happened. You wouldn't want them to start doubting the lies you told them, right?

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venomous-ragno · 1 year

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If there's one thing I now know about this fandom, it's that y'all are thirsty asf but parched of content, so here it is:

König NSFW headcannons.

I take requests btw ;)

Tags: CoD König, König x reader, gn!reader, nswf / lemon, you sit on his face, blowjob, cowgirl, pretty much just pure filth, probably forgot smth but eh

Warning: NSFW ahead, minors dni, not proofread yadda yadda

Gif by @shadow-01

• Sex is no casual affair to him. It's not something that's just done and over with, it's not a moment he'd share with someone whose face he wouldn't remember after. It's more than just physically intimate. Especially for someone like him, who can just forget about the world's troubles and give in to the touch of his lover.

• König is very much a giver. He's not that experienced in relationships, given his nature and work - but he's attentive and a quick learner, an eager learner.

• Having carried heavy equipment and guns for days on end, you'd have to do close to nothing if the mere unhoned strength of his thrusts is enough to take you over the edge. Anything else though? He needs guidance on.

• This man will not ask nor beg you to sit on his face, he'll place you there before you realise what's happening. He wouldn't let you go even if you do. Squirm as much as you like, any moan or twitch of your thighs will only spur him on.

• Look at how confident he gets, knowing he's the one that has you breathless and shivering. Go on, don't be shy and moan how good he's making you feel. Scratch his back, bite him, leave your marks - there's no better feeling than waking up the next morning and proudly looking at them in the mirror.

• It's gonna take some convincing and reassuring words to let you please him. Your leg already hooked over his shoulder, his response comes slow, but how could he say no to you? He'll watch you take him in awe; you look so beautiful to him, and inbetween coarse moans, it may just slip out.

• He's an open book without even realising: His jaw clenches as he makes sure to keep the hair out of your face, and you can perfectly see what gets him closer to coming undone.

• Pleasing him is a rugged road at first. König makes sure to pause inbetween, asking if you're alright, can you even breathe when you take him like that? Trust that your patience will be well worth it.

• He doesn't mind being the dominating one in bed, but also loves watching you have your fun as you ride him. His gaze turns so intense it may make you shy, his hands on your hips, squeezing, keeping that rythm going. You're getting tired? Say no more, this man will flip you faster than you can blink.

• Cares more about your needs than his own. A habit he picked up when you started dating, that is now deeply ingrained; he checks if you've cum before he thinks about his own pleasure, which may just lead him to overstimulating you.

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leonslutkennedeeznuts · 7 months

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The Wedding Date | Leon x Fem!Reader

"From the first meeting to rehearsal dinner everyone had fallen in love with him. Including you." | One-shot inspired by The Wedding Date (2005): Leon's an escort. You hire him and fall in love. (AO3)

It was an expensive, totally stupid impulsive thing to do- book a male escort as your wedding date to stick it to your ex (and nagging mother) that you weren’t a lonely, miserable spinster. You weren’t ugly or anything, just lazy with a specific plan- to rub it in your ex fiance’s face that you were 100% over him and moving on by “dating” someone way more attractive and totally smitten with you.

His name was Scott, or so he said as per his website details. He was 6 '0, clearly worked out, had dirty blonde hair in a boyband haircut and per his many reviews was a skilled lover- but that part was totally irrelevant to you. It had taken a few days to finally bite the bullet. Your career was stable, you had the money- it just made sense to go this route versus swiping on Tinder. You’d never done this before but were admittedly desperate. You needed a professional, someone that nobody in your friend group knew who could lie his way in and out of any conversations and questions they’d be sure to ask him.

He just had to look good, pretend to be in love with you, get paid and then fuck off never to be seen again when the wedding was over.

—

You’d met up with him at a bougie brunch spot on a Sunday afternoon, having chugged one mimosa with a shot of vodka before he even showed up to ease your nerves.

“This is the weirdest outcall I’ve ever been to,” he’d joked after introducing himself to you, his hands so soft and his cologne making you wet. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Scott was funny, naturally charismatic and beautiful to look at. He clearly took care of himself and didn’t seem phased by your plan at all once revealed to him.

“Alright, we need to go over the questions they’ll ask you, about us, your life, yadda yadda,” you’d instructed him. You tried your best to be assertive and not give into the butterflies flying wildly inside your stomach. “This has to be very convincing.”

You had tried to rehearse his answers with him but Scott refused while gazing at you intently. You’d definitely need new panties after this but he didn’t need to know that.

Scott had said he’d prefer to see how everything worked out before accepting payment. This plot of yours amused him greatly, he had said as much several times. Nobody had ever hired him to be arm candy until you. He planned to enjoy every second of this.

“They’ll know I’m lying, sweetheart. It’s better to just wing it. Trust me, Y/N, I won’t let you down.”

And Scott didn’t let you down. He’d passed the “test” with flying colors. From the first meeting to rehearsal dinner everyone had fallen in love with him. Including you.

—

It was late one night after having to help with decorating the church and you just wanted to relax. One bottle of wine later and you were getting a little bold and very nosy about Scott’s personal life as he gave you an exquisite foot rub.

“I didn’t make it into the police academy. I was 21 years old in a new city with nowhere to go so I started stripping. Then stripping became this.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, your hand patting his shoulder while the other held a glass of sweet burgundy wine. Scott had chosen whiskey for himself. Wine gave him bad hangovers, he’d admitted.

“I thought about being a stripper once,” you revealed. “I almost auditioned actually but my dancing is terrible without heels so with them on I’m sure I’d break my ankles.”

Scott laughed, as if he’d imagined you in a pair of clear heels attempting to dance around a pole and failing miserably. Making him laugh made you feel warm all over.

Conversations with him came naturally, he felt like an old friend. It was none of your business, truly but he’d answered you unashamedly. A part of you wished you’d met him under different circumstances for a chance at something real.

“Why aren’t you married yet, Y/N?”

You definitely weren’t expecting him to ask that. Your previous relationship was still a sore subject- he’d been your highschool sweetheart and first love. With a job promotion and more money, your ex had wanted to date around and see what else was out there a few months after proposing.

“One day he just decided that he didn’t want me anymore,” came your solemn answer.

You took a big gulp of wine to keep from crying. This was the guy that you thought you’d be planning your wedding with at this age. Instead you hired a male escort that you developed feelings for. C’est la vie!

“What a fucking idiot, seriously. You’re beautiful, Y/N, inside and out. A total catch,” Scott asserted. “Dude is a loser for letting you go.”

That remark made you smile, bringing a feeling of peace that washed over you from within at his words. You really enjoyed being around Scott. He was damn good at what he did: making women feel desired. Even though this was his job, it just felt natural to lean in and kiss him so you did. To your surprise Scott kissed you back quite fiercely, the taste of whiskey on his tongue almost like a poison bringing you deeper under his spell.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” he’d offered.

Scott was indeed a skilled lover.

He lifted you up effortlessly, laying you on the bed before teasing with kisses up and down your body. You were so wet it hurt and ached. Your clothes quickly became a crumpled up heap on the floor while he stayed fully clothed sans a shirt.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby.”

He never stopped touching or tasting you that night, making sure that you came hard on his face and with his fingers, refusing to let you return the favor. You rode his tongue to completion, let him flip you onto your back and bucked into his mouth almost crying at how good he made you feel.

“You taste so good, Y/N.”

Your ex had been selfish in bed, all about receiving and barely giving. You thought you’d had an orgasm before but now you knew better. Scott made you cum almost violently, begging, writhing and almost screaming every time he sucked your clit or filled you up with two or three fingers.

“Can eat you out all fucking night.”

You had to push his head away before he finally stopped, looking so pleased with his work as you watched him through heavily lidded eyes. He kissed you one last time, the taste of yourself on his tongue giving a sense of pride. This gorgeous man had dined on you like he’d never get enough, licking and eating your cum like it was a delicacy. You wanted to taste him too, to look into his eyes as he slid into you and fucked you so deep and hard that your headboard banged against the wall.

But instead, he cuddled you until sleep finally took over.

—

Scott wasn’t there when you awoke the next morning.

You awoke in a panic, your head pounding as the events of last night started to replay in your head. Wine. Scott. Orgasms. Your thighs were sore.

“Shit,” you exclaimed. The wedding. Your wedding date. Scott. Was he going to show up now? Would it be too awkward? Was it all just a wine induced episode of lucid dreaming?

You hurriedly got out of bed and took a shower. The envelope with his payment was still in your dresser. Did he even know it was there? You tried to focus on everything but Scott on your drive to the venue, going through the motions of getting dressed and sitting still for makeup.

When it was time to walk down the aisle with your ex-fiance as part of the wedding processional, your eyes glanced around nervously looking for any signs of a GQ model with dirty blond hair sitting in the pews as you tried not to fumble with your bouquet too much.

This was the church you had always wanted to be married in. You had thought that your ex fiance was the one but now you knew otherwise. Walking down the aisle with him, even in this context, made you feel uneasy like you were cheating. You almost didn't see Scott giving you a thumbs up and blowing you a kiss when you finally stood with the other bridesmaids. It was embarrassing how your mood instantly lifted.

Everything was going to be okay. You'd convinced everyone that this was so real, you'd even convinced yourself. Once the wedding was over Scott would go back to his life and so would you. It was a painful thought.

It wasn’t until the wedding reception that you spotted him again. He was standing off to himself while most of the single ladies and a few men crowded the dance floor for the bouquet toss. His tuxedo fit perfectly and now that you knew how he looked shirtless, a part of you wanted to rip it right off.

You caught the bouquet purely by accident, not even paying attention until a blur of pink roses came into your peripheral. Scott’s eyes never left yours as he walked towards you, cool as a cucumber like on the day you met.

He leaned in to kiss you so intensely that your knees buckled. You heard your mom cheering the loudest. Your ex stormed off in a huff, clearly regretting his choice to let you go- convinced that this man kissing you was your new forever and not a paid actor. Scott had done his job perfectly, too perfectly. You tried not to look so crestfallen when the kiss ended.

—

The walk back to your car seemed to take forever, so much you wanted to say, so much was going unsaid but didn’t want to come across as that one creepy client who took things too far.

“Definitely a 5 star experience,” you stated honestly yet awkwardly avoiding his gaze, wanting to make light of it all. “I really can’t thank you enough Sco-”

“Leon,” he cut you off. “My real name is Leon.”

The tension in the air was thick. Was his name really Leon or was this another part of the act? Your mother was now convinced that Scott, well, Leon would propose someday. How were you going to explain that everything was all a lie?

Should you address the kiss, the amazing oral sex and show vulnerability? Or hand over the cash and move on? You just wanted a nice clean break, no more emotions to overly complicate things. He did his job, nothing more nothing less. It would hurt more to be rejected than to wonder what if.

“I can’t thank you enough, Leon.” You looked a little too long at his lips, wanting and wishing you had the courage to just lean in and close the gap between you two again and again.

Instead, you handed him the bouquet of flowers so you could reach into your clutch for his payment.

“You can count it now if you’d like. It’s all there, I promise.”

Leon tensed. His face which usually sported a knowing smirk or stoic expression now looked confused, almost disgusted. He didn’t reach out to take the envelope.

“Leon, you did exactly what I asked you for. Of course I’m paying you plus tip,” you said trying to sound calm yet internally freaking out. “Thank you for this.”

Thank you for eating me out so well that no other man will ever compare, you thought.

You were ready to drive home and cry into your pillows about what a mess you’d made- falling in love with your hired boyfriend who probably always had clients obsessed with him and unable to distinguish reality from fantasy.

“I don’t want your money, Y/N. I want you.” Leon took your envelope with his free hand and placed it back into your clutch. “God, that was cornier than it sounded in my head.”

Your mouth opened but nothing came out.

Confusion painted your face. Realization hit you afterwards but before you could think of what to say in response, his lips were on yours. The bouquet was forgotten on the ground as you let Leon take you into his arms, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

“Y/N, this has been real for me no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I love you.”

You felt like you were floating, the world beyond Leon in this moment failing to exist.

"I love you, too. So much," you proclaimed proudly.

Leon slowly pulled away from you, his eyes taking you in. “I don’t do this, I don’t date or get too close but you, you’ve awakened something inside of me that I can’t live without.”

His hands gripped your ass and you felt the promise of more, thick hard and straining against his slacks. “And you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he quipped.

With a laugh you gave his bulge a light squeeze, ready to finally consummate your relationship with the gorgeous man standing before you.

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With each deep, slow, tortutous thrust you were crying out his name, his real name, over and over. Pathetically begging and pleading for Leon to fuck you harder. You'd never felt like this before, your body on fire with lust and greedy for more, more, more.

"Look at you, taking me so well like this," he whispered into your ear as you tightened and throbbed around his length. "Love you so much, so fucking much."

You were sucking him in to the hilt, nails digging into his back and biceps as you took every inch coating it in your slick.

"Fuck, Leon, love you too," you grunted out almost painfully. "Gonna cum, oh!"

Leon loosened the grip on your throat, kissing you lazily as you cried out his name cumming hard around him while he never stopped pounding into your tight, hungry cunt.

"There you go, baby, cum all over me." He ground his pelvis into you wanting to feel all your cum gushing out against him. "Wanna cum inside you, fuck!"

It was almost a whisper but you'd heard it and God, you wanted him to. Wanted him to fill you up so deeply that you'd feel it slipping out throughout the day.

"Yes, please cum inside, need it, Leon."

He looked into your glazed over eyes smirking at your blissful face knowing only he could make you feel this good, only he had taken the time to learn your body and make you cum with your whole body shaking and jerking against his.

With a few more hard, short thrusts Leon's hot cum started to fill you up. You instinctly wrapped your legs around his waist pushing him in even deeper, his balls throbbing against you as he emptied himself into your eager pussy.

"Mmm, are you ready for round three," he inquired against your sweated out hair.

He took you from behind, from the side, with you on top and even picked you up and fucked you hard and fast in his arms as you cried out your release.

The man's stamina was unmatched. You were a sweaty tangled mess of limbs not knowing where his body began and your body ended when he was finally done with you.

---

You quickly settled into domestic life quite easily. Leon moved in with you while mulling over his career options now that being a boyfriend for hire was over.

Leon had made you dinner to celebrate your recent promotion, your favorite meal of filet mignon and lobster tail. He'd mentioned in passing that he was letting the website domain expire soon to pursue his other dream: being a scuba diving instructor.

"Scott's Scuba School sounds good, right?"

You nodded, considering how often he went down on you without needing to come up for air. Yeah, he'd be an amazing scuba diver. Although using his previous alias gave you some pause. What if one of his past lovers recognized him and wanted more? Silly little insecure thoughts like that were becoming less usual as time went on.

If you'd thought Leon was an amazing hired boyfriend, he was even better without the promise of money. He refused to let you pay for anything or want for nothing. From having roses delivered to your office to cooking you dinner, planning out romantic date nights to making love to you until you begged him to stop. He was perfect and he was all yours.

"Best wedding date ever," Leon read aloud to himself, seeing the new notification popping up on his previous work phone. "So good you'll think he's really in love with you."

He shot you a knowing glance before giving you a slow lingering kiss. With the simple tap, his website and review page were deleted and his new, real life with you could truly begin.

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tsukiyohanayome · 2 years

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True Form Sukuna x me y/n im a horny mf so no proof read no plot smut with the king, english is not my first lang but i did my best, also my first het smut that i ever publish so degrade me only a little, yadda yadda yadda cws: size kink ig, slight bondage?? two cocks obv, overstim? idk im bad at those

anyway 18+ so minors DNI or i'll haunt your dreams

"Such a good little pet for me..." Sukuna smirked, your blindfolded figure hovering over one of his heavy cocks, for what feels like an eternity. Hands tied behind your back, legs shaking, almost giving in, to fall into the lap of the massive curse beneath you. But you can't, not until he lets you. He reaches two of his arms to trace patterns on your back and sides - the other two travel up your stomach as a tongue appears on his palm while he cups one of your breasts. The fourth hand reaches your neck, fingers wrapping around and squeezing.

Suddenly, the grip on your hips becomes firm and you hear him chuckle darkly as the hand giving your nipple a good treatment leaves its spot, exposing wet tissue to the cold air, making you shiver. His tummy tongue hovers over your clit and then gives it a long lick. And another. Then another. It feels incredible and as you feel your orgasm building up, you're ready to come just from his tongue, he stops everything and you whine as the orgasm fades away.

You can't see that, but he grabs his cock and lowers your body ever so slightly, only to slide the tip along your hot entrance a couple of agonizingly slow times and the emptiness inside you almost hurts. He is so huge.

"Feel that pet?" he whispers as you desperately try to move your hips down, to get more friction, to feel more of his cock, to get the sweet release he took away from you. But he is much stronger, so you don't even budge. "If you want more, you will need to ask."

"Please..." You whisper, then gasp loud as he slides his cock against you again.

"Please what, little one?"

He is playing you. Toying with you, like you are his doll. And of course, you are. He loves those little games when he makes you go out of your everyday comfort zone and give in to your desires, expressing them. And you have to admit you like that too.

"Please, I want you inside me..." You bite your lip, still a little embarrassed. And that does it for him. He could have toyed with you more, make you beg, but the way you bite your lips drives him wild.

He lowers you just a bit more and you can feel his tip stretch your folds. He is so huge. Your mind gets fuzzy in anticipation. Then in one swift motion, he lowers you again, fully sheathing himself inside you and you moan from the sudden feeling of being finally full. He lifts you, pulling out almost fully, leaving only the tip inside and then he thrusts his hips up, catching on every sweet spot inside you.

His hand leaves your neck to take the blindfold off and then untie your hands while he is rocking your body against him slowly, up and down, back and forward. You can see now, his eyes fixed on you, dilated pupils filled with primal desires. You grab his wrists that hold your waist, trying to move, trying to change the pace but he only smiles wickedly.

"So impatient..." He tuts, smacking your ass, causing you to whimper and starts thrusting into you at a fast pace, letting out a low growl. Your hands let go of his wrists at a sudden sensation building up in your stomach and you don't know what to do with them. You put them on his abs, caressing, reach back to hold onto his thighs, in your hair, palming your breasts, but nothing feels quite like it should. Sukuna notices your struggles and grabs both of your hands in his large ones. Fingers intertwined. Such an intimate move.

He then slows down a little, watching you getting close again. You can feel every inch of him inside you. Every vein of his cock. The slow pace was too much, you start squeezing around him, your eyes fixated on each other as Sukuna is savoring the moment before his tummy tongue touches your clit again.

"Cum for me." His voice raspy. Even if he didn't tell you to, the pace, the treatment from his tongue and the lewd noises it made and his look, that carnal look had you creaming around his cock now, shaking uncontrollably from the wave of pleasure. Your body fell limp onto him, mind blank.

He nibbled on your neck, caressing your hips, letting you catch your breath.

"Good girl." He whispers, grabbing your hips firmly with a sly smile, "But I'm not done with you yet."

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crimswnred · 1 month

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LITG TEMPTING FATE: CASA IS HEREEEEE

okayyy!!! i spy with my little eye 3 hotties

maybe it's the best casa we ever had looks wise

and there's liam lmaooo

anyway he's rude so I'm happy he's also ugly

my MC is waiting for her one true love Jin

but I'll replay it later and stick with Jack so I can be with one of the Casa Guys

look at Kyle's legs omg

what have fusebox done to my sweet girl Emel who believed in romance and wanted Oakley to declare poetry??

this is the face of a man who's unreliable 👇

source? bro he's blonde AND has long lashes

Claudia chill I wasn't actually serious when I said I would couple up with you sorry

OMG BEA LIKES WOMEN !!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway chill I'm trying to be loyal here

first day of casa ✅ still not a cheater

ofc they would cut Bea in the middle of what she had to say...

raunchy is always so fun I love kissing boys just for the fun

yeah, I am the funniest, the most travelled and also I'm a dancer, so yeah, I'm the sexiest dancer

and why would anyone think EMEL is the wildest girl? c'mon

these are the eyes of a man who lost his soul 👇

guys never mind he's actually hilarious

what do you mean WE HAVE TO SWITCH?

I don't want to switch? I want my boyfriend back

is it just me or do you guys also want to bite Kyle? just me? ok!!

yadda yadda everyone loves me yadda yadda

Max is literally a child omg

fusebox I fucking hate you

anyway party time!!!!!

which means let me see the outfit for this week

I don't hate it but I also don't love it. the tits are great but the pants could fit better

MCs body is tea

"I had sex in all the continents" followed by this:

lmaooooooo

anyways, there are 6 continents: America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Oceania and Antarctica, I don't know why you guys pretend America is actually two continents like...

as a Brazilian, my girl Claudia would defo point that out. check your facts fusebox

KYLE TATTOED WHO????

AND WHAT DID HE TATTOO????????

jk we don't give a fuck about Gabi, Suresh and s5 mc mess MOVING ON

I just chose Max for my last turn in the game to be messy

stop judging me??

EMEL WE WERE BEST FRIENDS JUST YESTERDAY WHAT'S YOUR DEAL??????

Kyle is so nice <3

oh...

guys I may not be the loyal girl I promised I was

you can't give me a guy with that amount of tats and expect me to not let him touch my thigh ok?

... and share a bed...

... and kiss me.

OKAY OKAY I KISSED HIM ALRIGHT??

but what about it? Jin apparently was saying this girl was a proper head-turner so he can cope

he cheated emotionally, when you think about it that's even worse

and now Emel is moaning Kyle's name

great.

this volume pissed me off. let see what this mess leads me to. gotta say, they keep me entertained

#litg #litg s8 #litg casa amor #💬#bia plays season 8

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im asking! tell us about omegaverse rosquez

first of all, thank you lovely anons for indulging me. thoughts under the cut because i already know i'm going to get ranty

so of course vale is an alpha, marc is an omega, yadda yadda yadda. Marc enters the paddock of 125cc before presenting because he's a bit of a late bloomer (and that goes in his favour because otherwise he would have way less chances of getting signed) does he hide it? he's not the first omega rider in history, but also there have never been motogp omega champions, so he kinda keeps it under wraps until jorge (who's also an omega, amazing thoughts about him here by @whatwepostintheshadows) wins his chapionships. And then he gets to motogp and everybody knows it and he's so young and naive and of course he has the biggest crush on vale because not only he's an handsome alpha he's also THE valentino rossi the greatest of his generation the goat and knowing him personally? knowing what he smell like after a race when he's on the podium and adrenaline runs through his veins? Marc transforms into a horny puddle of goo. So he kind of starts slutting himself out because he knows he can get vale interested, he's there stretching right in front of vale folding himself in half and vale of course know that it's happening and pretends to not notice it but it reaches a point where he can't pretend anymore because he's going into pre-rut and marc is there, so sweet and inviting and purposefully showing the tendons of his neck, so he goes and whispers in his hear "if you don't stop people might get the wrong idea" and marc full of the cockiness that only a horny 20 years old can possess replies "what if it was the right idea?". After the race they fuck into Vale's room and Marc gets pounded into the mattress folded in half while Vale whispers how much of a dirty boy he is in his ears and keeps repeating "mine mine mine" and Marc gets insanely wet earing it. This was also Marc's first time with an alpha but he doesn't say anything about it because. He's with Valentino Rossi. What if he won't fuck him because of his inexperience.

They keep fucking after this and they almost get caught more than once because they keep doing it in public places, and Marc is full head over heels for Vale but of course it's not like that, because they're only having sex (and if Vale sometimes dreams of spending the rest of his life with Marc and biting his neck to mate him when he's not in rut and has no biological reason to blame for it, it's his business and his business only), and nobody can know about it because relationships between drivers are a big no no in the paddock.

And then marc gets invited to the ranch and everything starts to turn sour and Marc doesn't understand why, and of course he still spends his heats with vale but something is not right.

And then we get to sepang 2015 when vale gets convinced by other that of course marc is trying to help jorge win the championship because not only they are both spanish they are also both omegas, and everything that marc has done it's just part of their evil cunning scheme of destruction. (yes vale completely ignores the fact that 1. their relationship has started way before all of this shit and 2. that nobody knows about them so why would other people suggest it (omegaphobia), he's just as delusional as he is in our reality)

Anyway the press conference happens and. somehow it's worse. he insinuates that marc is helping jorge for the aforementioned reasons and takes as support of his thesis not only the track action, but their own relationship. Ok, it's not like he airs their dirty laundry in public, (because he would look like a fool, man that's your boyfriend) but he implies that marc has been trying to seduce him to purposefully distract him from the championship. Which is extremely insulting, mortyfing, and also has the consequence of setting back the opinion on omegas in motorsports of about 50 years. Marc is the evil incarnate. I will let you imagine how argentina goes because i do not have the strenght to get into that mess right now.

#rosquez #omegaverse motogp #omegaverse rosquez #c'è posta per me

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28. Broken Vase - TMNT 2012

Little Raph goes out with a crash.

Mikey looks up from his comic at the sound of a crash. Little Raph runs into his bedroom a moment later, and Mikey's just thrilled the tiny troublemaker came to him first. He beckons Raph to his lap, where the kid tucks inside his shell. With a blanket and some adjustment, the lump looks just like a pillow. Mikey snickers, practicing his innocent face for whoever inevitably comes looking for their mini maestro of mischief.

Seriously, five-year-old Raph is the prince of pranks. The same sweet face and small form that nobody suspects make him the perfect accomplice. Mikey had no idea Raph was so devious. He actually has to reign in some of the kid's ideas. Even then, they've gone through more water balloons, silly string, and air horns in the last couple of weeks than Mikey does in a few months. The guys are still setting off bang snaps around the lair.

Pranks or no pranks, Mikey loves getting to spend so much time with Raph. He and Donnie were thick as thieves when they were all little, and these days Leo's his best friend whenever they're not fighting, so it makes Mikey pretty happy that, right now, he's kid Raph's go-to brother. The others will joke about Mikey being easy to get along with because he's the most childlike, yadda yadda yadda. But you know what! Maybe that's not such a bad thing. What's wrong with dressing up, and playing pretend, and arts and crafts and coloring? Is it just 'cause they're a little older now? Mikey couldn't care less. It makes him happy, it makes Raph happy, and that's all that matters.

He gives Raph's shell a little rat-a-tat-tat and settles back to read. He doesn’t get very deep into his stack when he realises two things. First, no one's come calling for Raph. Second, his lapful of turtle is shaking pretty hard, and it's not with giggles.

He lifts a corner of the blanket. "You good, little man?"

The only answer is a hiccupy sob.

"Aw, buddy,” he winces.

Sometimes Raph's deviousness comes back to bite him. One of their early pranks caught Leo on a bad day. Leo got really startled and almost started embarrassed-crying, and then Raph was devastated and started actual-crying, and it just went downhill from there. So Mikey's been trying to keep their antics harmless and random.

"No one's come looking for you. They can't be too mad," he assures.

Raph just keeps crying. Mikey’s debating if he should ride it out when he has a brief flash of panic. Mentally shaking himself for not checking sooner, he asks, "Are you hurt?"

More sniffles.

"Hamato Raphael," he says in his best impression of Leo's leader voice, "Are you hurt?"

Finally, a thin, watery voice replies, "No."

"Okay,” he heaves a sigh of relief. “Okay, that's good, little dude." That took years off his life. No wonder Leo acts so old; Master Splinter must feel ancient.

He slumps against the headboard, tugging Raph a little closer. "No worries, you can chill with big bro Mikey until you feel better. I won't let anyone bother you."

Since Raph usually settles down with snuggles, Mikey returns to his comics, mostly at ease. Sure enough, the quaking and sad noises stop by the time he finishes his last one. Oh, hey, it's probably close to nap time.

"What should we make for your pre-nap snack, kiddo?" he asks cheerfully.

No response.

He repeats Raph's name a few times. Poking him gets nothing, too, so Mikey assumes the micro turtle fell asleep. Oh well, there’s no point in waking him now that he’s out. Someone'll feed him when he wakes up hangry.

With nothing to do and pretty hungry himself, Mikey uses his rad ninja skills to slide Raph to the bed—oh, ouch, numb legs, very numb legs—and wobbles out to find some food. Good old 'out of sight, out of mind' takes over, and Mikey promptly forgets about all things Raphael for the next three hours.

He's having a dinner-making-jam-sesh in the kitchen when Leo peeks in to ask, “Have you seen Raph?”

"Hmm?" He tugs an earbud down. "No, not since I left him to nap in my room."

"In your room?" Leo echoes.

"Yep," Mikey pops the p with a smile, "'Cause I'm obviously little Raph's favorite big brother." But Leo doesn't take the bait. He just furrows his brow and heads back the way he came.

Something pings in the back of Mikey's head. An annoying noise he figures is the universe telling him this is important. So he tosses everything into the slow cooker and races after Leo. Mikey follows soft murmuring to his bedroom, where Leo's crouched beside Raph still tucked in, still in his shell. His big brother rubs a gentle hand across the turtle tot's carapace. Raph hasn't moved an inch since Mikey left, and it fills him with anxiety. The little guy's not moving, not making any noise, he can't even tell if he's breathing.

"Little brother," Leo croons, "will you come out and tell me what's wrong?"

Mikey thanks everything for the gasping, whiny sob that echoes out. Leo catches him with a free hand as he stumbles to the foot of the bed.

No amount of coaxing or bribery draws Raph out, so Leo picks him up and motions Mikey toward the dojo. Right. Getting an adult is absolutely the call in this situation.

They trek to the dojo, picking up a fretting Donnie along the way. Bowing as they enter, Mikey's faintly impressed Leo can manage the correct angle with Raph in his arms and without falling over. Master Splinter is kneeling beside a pile of ceramic shards. After a quick rewind, his brain finds the audio of the crash that started this whole thing. His eyes catch on the dusty robe and an old repair kit, and he wonders if Sensei went to the storage room between then and now.

Furry ears flick in acknowledgment. "Sit, my sons."

Mikey's heart twists when Raph's breath hitches. Leo must notice, too. He kneels to face Master Splinter but doesn't let the little turtle go, arms bundling him tighter. Mikey and Donnie kneel on either side of them, and it feels like falling into rank.

Master Splinter watches them settle from the corner of his eye.

"When Raphael was quite young," he pauses, snout twitching, "the first time, that is—he broke this bowl in a fit of anger." He gestures at the dish before him. It's a beautiful gold-veined thing, and it takes Mikey a minute to notice the original interrupted pattern beneath.

Sensei's voice sharpens subtly, "What have I taught you of kintsugi."

Mikey and his brothers recite the old lesson with practiced ease. They could probably repeat Sensei's cultural lessons word-for-word in their sleep, dreaming about a heritage that can never be theirs. Mikey stumbles over his words only when Raph finally pops out of his shell, rubbing at his eyes and curling against Leo.

Sensei nods approvingly. "Things broken in anger can never be fully restored, but they can be made functional again."

He looks directly at Raph, "Tomorrow, you will aid me in mending this vase you have broken, an active meditation on the consequences of your anger. Do you understand?"

Raph bobs his head miserably. Mikey has just enough time to think, that's it?, before Sensei dismisses all four of them.

That evening, Raph hardly says a word. He's not moping, just quiet, reserved, like he's trying to avoid attention. Mikey's heart breaks when even his best jokes and silliest faces can't bring out the smile that usually comes so easy to his little brother. The three elder turtles wordlessly agree to tag team bedtime, and Mikey feels a little better knowing Raph went to bed with big hugs from each of them.

Then, just like that, it’s over. Donnie cracks the reaging agent, and Raph is back in all his slightly-taller-than-Mikey glory before lunch. And it’s great! It’s Raph whole and himself and 100% back to normal, and he predictably insists they forget the little thing ever happened.

Except Mikey can't. Can't stop thinking about how crappy little Raph's last full day with them was and that it's kind of maybe his fault for not noticing it sooner. He dreams that night of a little big brother with golden veins but broken eyes and that no matter how tight he hugs that tiny turtle, his pieces just won't stay together.

He wakes with a shout that gathers all his big brothers. He lunges teary-eyed at Raph—normal-sized, too big to wrap his arms around Raph—babbling half-formed apologies. Leo and Donnie join the hug, and Raph is pressed in from three sides. Mikey prays that will always be enough to mend whatever tries to break him.

#march for raph #i swear i like 2012 splinter but we all have to make sacrifices for the plot #also sorry to end this series on such an angsty note but i’ve had this part outlined for a long time and i still really like it #feel free to read/reread the immediate follow up stir crazy to feel happy again #raphael hamato #michelangelo hamato #leonardo hamato #donatello hamato #master splinter #shrunkified raph and the aftermath #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #writing off the rails

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psst - it’s kinktober. what are Ian and Mickey’s fave kinks? reply and pass it on

God there are so many

For sure I think degradation. When Ian goes all Dom mode and his jaw sets and he needs Mickey to listen. That shit is so hot Ian gets all growly and that's when he starts getting physical and manhandling Mickey, getting him to obey, behave, act, be positioned how Ian wants him. I bet when Ian starts putting on the voice, and grabbing him with those big hands, Mickey's brain just turns to static. No thoughts, just rock hard and panting. The bravado goes away and he doesn't have to be in control anymore.

I can get on board with praise kink, but it doesn't come as easily to me haha, so yadda yadda yadda Mickey being a good boy.

Definitely bondage and breath play. Mickey loves the feeling of struggling against Ian, putting up a fight and being overpowered, the feeling of Ian's mitt on his throat.

And then Wh0lemilk0vich-flavored kinks include Mickey being a bottomless pit. Ian just watching food disappear into him and not knowing where he puts it...at first. Because then he sees where it goes; to Mickey's ass, thighs, hips, low on his belly, to his chest, his arms, all over.

The manhandling and grabbing and degradation/dominance come into play here too. But then also Ian's oral fixation, wanting to bite and kiss and lick and suck Mickey all over. God the teasing is sooo good

#misha speaks #gallavich #kinktober ask #kink ask

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rxqfsfasxcmxes · 9 months

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reject glammike, embrace mikentity!!! (michael as the entity/possessing the entity)

first off it’s purple, just like our beloved nightguard raisin… second of all there’s an unused avatar for it in the files that is clearly a skeletal rotting corpse, just like mike post-scoop, and third of all mike has been cleaning up his father’s and as such fazbear entertainment’s screwups his entire life and unlife!!! plus let’s be real we all thought that the entity was connected if not afton himself and was a red herring as the bad guy, and what is mike’s life if not a series of unfortunate events of people mistaking him as his father and/or evil?

however to be fair the entity does sicc the animatronics on cassie which would seem out of character (well. for what little character we have of him) for mike because yknow the bite of ‘83, but all of the evidence points to the animatronics- minus eclipse and roxy as they got rebooted and subsequently were Not Murderous anymore- being still infected with the virus. although (depending on one’s interpretation of mike) it could be in character because he’s obviously gone to such great lengths to stop all the stuff billy-boy caused, including and not limited to arson, reckless endangerment to himself and others, involvement in the whole faux dinner business being burnt down which could technically count as murder, etc.

yadda yadda yadda that’s a lot of words to just say mikentity is a cool concept + theory and i love it

#michael afton #mike afton #fnaf sb #fnaf sb ruin #the entity #fnaf ruin #fnaf security breach #fnaf theory #mikentity #this also helps me push my found family agenda so hehe #and it would be sooo narratively satisfying because of continued symbolism + motifs + development #op talking into the void

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Just wanted to say that you are so real over your post about Cleo and Pearl and their weird ass homo relationship. Their relationship is just weird. I mean that in a good, kind of makes me insane type of way when I look at it from a narrative perspective

Okay. You. Walk with me, walk with me. I truly believe that if we rank duos and groups and yadda yadda based on popularity, Cleo and Pearl’s dynamic is one that is not talked about enough and is definitely underrated. Thats my genuine opinion

I enjoy the angst between Scott and Pearl in DL as much as the next person but I wish theres more discussion and just insane blabbering posts [like me right now] talking about Cleo and Pearl’s dynamic

Cleo became a part of Scott and Pearl’s group in LL, forming the 3Gs. Theyve established a bond, through the heist, the trust that Pearl showed to her fellow teammates to inform them of the rigged boogie [HA] dance room. Pearl is a very loyal person, all of the three are

And it’s this bond, this loyalty and joy over their previous group that Pearl got so excited over possibly teaming up with both Scott and Cleo after turning Martyn away, only to be shocked and hurt over Gatekeep and Gaslight refusing to let Girlboss join. The break up of the 3Gs, the birth of Divorce Duo and the beginning emergence of Scarlet Pearl

Thats something I dont see much acknowledged as well or like you know, be insane over. That while yes, Scott rejected and refused to team up with the person he is soulbounded with, may it be because of pride or just continuously being petty or both. The hurt cut deeper with how Cleo went along with it

The loyalty between Scott and Cleo and their shared disregard and rejection of Pearl are the first thorns to dig within her heart

And it just makes me think. Does Cleo get haunted with the fact that she had a hand in Pearl’s insanity? Do silent apologies in her mind play whenever she is around Pearl, never to be said and the words that do come out only cuts Pearl deeper with how sharp her tongue is? Does Cleo’s heart feel? Does is it ache as they watched Scott wince and grimace and complain over the pain in his shoulders?

[these are just things I think over the headcanons I have, basically feeling each other’s pain not only with the game’s mechanic but in a story sense that even just little things like getting a papercut, accidentally burning yourself while cooking and your soulbond feeling that pain. In this case, I’m referring to my headcanon that Pearl doesnt mind the bite of the snow but it gets to her that shes alone in her tower, in her lonesome with no one to fall back on. Having Tilly helps but only for so long before she cant stand it anymore. So sometimes she cant help but hug herself, try to bring herself comfort but unknowingly digs her nails in through her hoodie, there is pain in her jaw being clenched so tight in an attempt to not let herself be wrecked with sobs only for her to struggle to breathe through her nose because the ball in her throat is making it clogged with the effort shes trying to exert to just not break down from not only losing one friend but two]

So yes does Cleo wonder? Do they think about Pearl alone in her tower? Does she know Pearl does this? No she doesnt. They think that Pearl is probably doing something else that makes Scott also hurt and not get a good night’s sleep. Hahaha you know just thoughts to bring up the angst more

Welp. Anyways this was a lot. I can honestly go on and on about the dynamic and angst and feels between them but I feel embarrassed with how much I already typed. Apologies that you have to be the unfortunate soul to receive this ramble of mine [I’m actually just a lurker and dont really post anything but here have a smidge of my thoughts]

OMGGG FUXK YEA WOAOWOWKWKWKJWWINQOOOOOO WOOOOOOOO YEAA

but like on a more serious note woa anon you fucking put it into words perfectly

a huggeee reason i love the dynamic of this season is because pearl has specifically been targeting cleo, no she is out for blood and it’s so fun. the fact that cleo burns her dog pack, the same kind of pack she had in dl makes me go crazy.

cleo remembers scarlet pearl vividly, more than anyone else since (from what i remember) she got murdured by pearl. she probably got triggered by the dog pack and acted in pure instinct. pearl doesn’t know that tho, she took that personally.

the person that encouraged her soulmate to never trust her again, who made her alone and vulnerable, now coming back to destroy the one lifeline she has in this series??? it’s perfect

cleo has watched pearl through her worst, seen her through her most wretched and evil moments and came out of it stronger, while pearl became a husk of her former self, now longing for the day she becomes a red life and can snap and wreck havoc again.

it’s also not lost on me that cleo has a huge ducking chance of winning, and she’ll prob fight pearl at some point since shell wanna get revenge

#anon ask #anonymous #pearlescentmoon #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #life series #life smp #trafficshipping #traffic life series

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gatorlovebot · 6 months

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Y'know who loves babytalk but would never in a thousand years admit it? Ghost. He'll hear you excitedly babytalking Soap with a smile that goes ear to ear -Johnny very very openly adores it and fully plays into it- and he'll huff and puff all this trouble about how annoying it is and how you're giving him a headache and you'll make him sick and yadda yadda yadda but it's all pure jealousy. When you're alone together there's nothing he likes more than being coddled and cooed at and being spoken softly to. You have to be very serious about it though, cause if he detects even the slightest hint of teasing he's pretty much tossing you off of him

anon i think you must be in my brain somehow because this is exactly how i headcanon ghost when it comes to puppy play. he doesn’t want to acknowledge it, he doesn’t want to have to ask for it, he just wanta you to do it. which is hard for at first because of how much disdain he has for it while watching you and soap.

but he absolutely melts when you try it out one day. he came home complaining about immature recruits and time wasted on useless reports and you just decide to bite the bullet. buttering him up by rubbing out the tension in his big shoulders before you coo, “did somebody have a long day?” and in an instant his shoulders are slumped as he just weakly nods his head. you bring your hands up to rub through his hair, planting a big kiss along his cheek, “my poor baby”

#oooh anon we are besties now because this is my favorite simon headcanon!!#i would do anything for him tbh #simon ghost riley

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doublegoblin · 9 months

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Check your surroundings for safety

It was either late night or early morning, the difference between the two is so arbitrary and thin. I had just turned the office lights off and locked the door. These twilight hours were nice though, I found an odd comfort to the sound of my steps echoing in the nearly barren car park. Setting my things down in the passenger seat I closed the door and buckled up, safety first. My car is not the newest thing off the factory floor but it does have some nice bells and whistles. The center console lights up and the display is overtaken with the camera feed. A little yellow triangle with an exclamation point and some little white text “check your surroundings for safety”.

Watching the segmented yellow lines curve with my wheels my eyes drift up and around. A harsh chime snaps my attention back and my foot down on the break. Nearly avoiding an annoying collision with a support column. Thanks little camera. Luckily given the hour of the day I and the security guard were the only witnesses, and he wasn’t much of a talker. Shifting into drive the screen changes to the radio, I leave it off for now. The nice thing about being the last one out is you can kind of do whatever at your own pace. So I grabbed my phone and, keeping a leisurely roll, checked up on anything I’ve missed.

She had been texting me. Nothing serious, I had told her these nights were going to be pretty late. Just something about what the cats were doing, the show she was watching, and a loving goodnight. Checking the time on the phone I figured it was best to not text back. I’d be home soon enough anyway. The most I would do now would be wake her up- a flash of orange causes me once again to slam the brakes. Another wonderful safety feature; my side mirrors light up when something is too close and could also cause a collision. It was Dave. Sheepishly I nodded and waved. He chuckled and returned the wave.

Setting the phone face down on the passenger seat; I ought to invest in a phone holder. I made my way out of the car park with no more distractions. The barriers were raised high and the automated voices wished me a good night.

The city roads were illuminated in an orange glow. Steam rising from the sewer vents and road alike; it must have rained while I was working. Lots of blinking yellow signals made the exit of the concrete jungle swift and painless. The freeway was also empty. I couldn’t be happier. Leaning back in my seat my eyelids were feeling heavy. Really heavy. So I turned the air on and set it to biting cold. I also turned the radio over to something a little more upbeat and heart pumping. Tapping the drums on my wheel it was only a split second of darkness until an alarm snapped my eyes back open and the orange indicators flooded the car.

Jerking the wheel to the left I narrowly avoided the guard rail. My heart was racing. Had I really fallen asleep? Muffled noises were becoming more crisp as the alarm subsided and an automated voice took over. It was a test of the emergency broadcast system, what wonderful timing. After confirming that no cops were going to make an easy meal of me I noticed the passenger seat glowing white. She was calling me?

Answering the phone she sounded relieved. I apologized for not texting back as I figured she was asleep. She mentioned I was coming home later than normal and she was getting worried. There wasn’t a big fight or anything, we were both adults. We did have a nice little chat and exchanged “I love you” before I hung up. My heart was pumping and eyes firmly opened now. So it was clear the car was darker than normal.

Normally, and I swear it just had been, the center console would give off some bits of light displaying the radio and the information about what was playing yadda yadda yadda. It was dark however, but like, that dark when a screen is on but not showing anything. I’m no tech wiz but something must have happened during my impromptu nap as it was back on the camera feed. Nothing was being shown other than that little triangle and the little white text. Maybe my quick movements got some wires crossed?

The rest of the freeway was uneventful; thank God. I turned off onto a little back road. I didn’t live super far away from the city, but enough where I could enjoy the night sky every once in a while. I pulled to the side of the road and put the car into park and got out. She hummed softly as I leaned against her and pulled out a smoke. Talking to myself I improved a lecture about the constellations that I knew and made up what I didn’t. I was halfway into the discussion of the bull when an alarm in the car caught my attention. Dropping the little nub and snuffing it out with my heel I slumped back inside.

It was the backup camera? Man I must have really did a number on it. The best thing I could think was to turn the car off and back on again. It didn’t fix it. Still a black screen with the fun little pyramid and text. This was a problem for a mechanic and a different day. So ignoring the warning sounds I put her back into drive and took off down the road. She kept beeping but I could eventually tune it out. What I couldn’t ignore was now my side mirrors were flickering like crazy. Normally it’s a solid light but they were strobing something fierce. It was really distracting. The radio turned itself back on too! What the hell was going on with my car?

My heart was pounding, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. Why though? It didn’t matter, I could see the house now. The engine was roaring as I tore down the dirt road like a bat out of hell. Why the hell was I so on edge? Closer and closer. The lights were going crazy and the alarm was so damn loud! I gripped the wheel tight, white knuckled. C’mon c’mon almost home. How had I not reached home by no-

I started going backwards.

I looked down at the center console.

Little yellow triangle and small white text.

Check your surroundings for safety.

I could see the road.

#writing #writeblr #original fiction #original writing #original work #just a little one off #Had a little glitch this morning and was inspired #creative writing

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wromwood · 8 months

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"Living with my parents again" rant under the read more

OK, I know there's something to be said about family being playfully rude to each other or lovingly teasing each other. After all, these are the people you know best or know you best or are closest to you or whatever. And I definitely have happy moments like that with my family members, where each person participating in the behavior is in on the joke and there are no hard feelings, or at least not for long.

.... BUT

Today, my dad got these candied orange slices from the store that my mom loves, and that I'm trying for the first time. They're really good! We each got a slice while he was putting away groceries. I'm about halfway done with mine, plus an extra bite, when my mom asks for another slice. My dad's busy in the kitchen and I can't get the orange slices without getting in his way. So I go to mom, offer the rest of my orange slice, and go, "Here, mom, you can have the rest of mine while you wait!"

Her response is to take the rest of my slice from my grasp, squint at it, say "That's not half," and then pop in her mouth without a thank you.

Now I'm annoyed and I don't any more orange slice.

And it's like... this isn't unusual behavior from her, but I KNOW that if I were a kid, she'd at least have a 50% chance of trying to teach me a lesson on sharing, or saying thanks. I don't know if this is unreasonable or not, but I still expect that reinforcement as an adult, and her not doing that at all now kinda pisses me off. And this isn't the first time something like this has happened. All of these instances make me want to not share anything with her, or to stop expecting positive outcomes from helping her, which of course she senses and uses to claim that I don't love her as much as I used to, which makes me feel worse, yadda yadda, the cycle continues.

Also, I've spent a lot more time living and socializing outside of my household by now, being with people who would at LEAST give basic "thank you's" or apologies even as they tease or do something "rude," or who would get told off by someone in the group for being an ass in a way that was outside any kind of "bit" or comfort. Suddenly being in an environment where I have to respect/defer to someone who won't abide by even those levels of consideration is really grating.

I hope that me being frustrated at stuff like this isn't unreasonable, because man does it get on my nerves.

#rant #this is me

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Hi hi, i LOVED you spiderman mu qing idea it's just so neat and the aesthetic fits him perfectly somehow (his armor design is just *chef's kiss*)

while we're thinking about tgcf x spiderverse, have u considered jun wu as miguel o'hara? something something both of them wanting others to conform w/ their world views, both of them being grown men beefing w/ literal teenagers idk idk, just for your consideration.

stay hydrated ✨

hiii tysm!!

and GASP !! THAT IS SO GALAXY BRAIN OF YOU

this is probably not what you were getting at but your prompt got me thinking.... what if.... what if the whole spiderman thing was actually jun wu's idea and he originally intended for xie lian to be bitten and go thru aaaallllll the depressing canon events for Maximum Pain™️ but in an unexpected turn of events, the spider bit mu qing instead !1!1!1! so now jw is beefing with mq for ruining his plans and how mq is an "anomaly" !!!!

feel like this particular storyline would work well if the spider bite happened some time after the first banishment when jw was actively HOUNDING xl so it just. drives him insane that mq was the one that ended bitten somehow. maybe it can also be another reason mq ascended? like, not just bc of his cultivation but also bc jw NEEDS him closer so he can keep an eye on him and try to figure out how to still transfer the spider powers (and trauma) to xl

would be funny if jw now beefs with TWO teenagers but on opposite ends of the spectrum bc like. he's actively trying to ruin xl's life and cause him pain and make xl more like himself yadda yadda but with mq he's like. "pls stop fucking suffering. this suffering isn't meant for YOU DAMMIT!!!"

GOD I'M SO.... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, ANON, I'LL BE HAVING JW MIGUEL BRAINROT NOW

#feel like the situation would be extra salt on mq's canonical inferiority complex and insecurity #smthn smthn the powers he got was never meant for him n he took it from xl and he'll always be... less #god can you imagine mq just. breaking when he finds out xl was the one who was supposed to be spiderman #and when he realizes his ��powers” aren't his and just. a freaking hand-me-down that xl wasnt even aware of #ofc xl doesnt view it that way he would think mq deserves to be spiderman he was MEANT to be spiderman #BUT WILL MQ SEE IT THE SAME WAY #more at 6 #spiderqing #tgcf #mu qing #jun wu #xie lian

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Queen + Adam Lambert live at the Rogers Arena in Vancouver, Canada - June 28, 2014

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• "Don't Stop Me Now" is once again excluded from the setlist.

• "Another One Bites the Dust" does not include the usual call-and-response with the audience.

• The giant Q backdrop does not descend before "Seven Seas of Rhye" unlike previous concerts.

• Adam did not wear the fringed sleeves during "Killer Queen" and "Somebody to Love" as they were snagged by a stage prop, forcing him to remove it.

• Roger kisses Adam's hand after "Under Pressure".

• Brian plays peek-a-boo with Adam during "Tie Your Mother Down".

Fan Stories

“I was fortunate to have rented a condo directly across the street from the arena and had convinced my good friend, Jody, to come with me. She is a huge Queen fan but, thanks to my small obsession, was also familiar with Adam Lambert. And since I had dragged her all the way to Phoenix, Arizona in 2012 to see Adam perform live, she was fairly certain that he could, in his own style, handle the difficult role that Mr. Mercury’s music presented. I am not even going to repeat the obvious here- that every blogger and journalist feel the need to state, there is only one, yadda, yadda, yadda. No shit. We were there for the music of Queen and the charismatic performance of Adam Lambert (with his own fierce vocal range), as were the hordes of other concert goers. Although it had been pouring rain, for most of the day, the skies were clear and the sun was smiling warm on the long lineups waiting to get into the arena. The concert appeared to be sold out. Instead of selling tickets people were calling out to see who had tickets to buy. This was further confirmed once in the arena. It was full to the rafters, not a single seat was open around me. We had upgraded our tickets to the 2nd row, seat 1 and 2 and were positioned left of stage centre. Wonderful seats for live viewing but not necessarily great for photos without a proper lens due to the angle and lighting. While the enthusiastic fella behind me was busy explaining the virtues of Mr. Lambert to his buds, strident Queen fans were the dominant force. Directly in front of me was an especially passionate Queen fan. He had seen Queen in Vancouver twice previously- 1978 and 1980. He not only knew every song but also the album they were first recorded on, in addition, to Freddie’s solo work. It was like getting a Queen history lesson. He was a lovely man with a generous spirit. I asked what he thought of Adam Lambert and he said although he wasn’t familar with him he trusted Brian May and Roger Taylor’s judgement. I figured it would be interesting to see what his opinions were after the show. There was excitement and the energy was palpable. As Adam sang the first notes of ‘Now I’m Here’ (written by Brian May) the crowd gasped and needed no further convincing. They were on their feet- standing, dancing and singing. The curtain lifted the crowd roared and my final night began. I would need to soak in every minute. Later in the evening as Brian May was about to sing ‘Love of My Life’ he encouraged the crowd to singalong if they knew the words. Well the arena came to life as everyone sang in harmony. (I’m no singer so I listened) Vancouver has some seriously good voices. Even Brian looked surprised. When a visual of Freddie appeared on the screen, to sing the final lines, it prompted a woman behind me to sob. Yup, Queen does that to folks. Later, after a rousing drum solo and duel between Roger and his son, Rufus; Adam Lambert once again strutted the stage to join Roger to sing ‘Under Pressure’ and EVERYONE was into it. My friend, Jody said it was the best concert she’s ever been to. This was a common refrain heard around me. The ardent fan with the Queen history lesson even let me jump up to front row so I could take some pics. He was impressed with Adam and loving the show but was very disappointed that ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ got dropped from the setlist for Vancouver. Not sure why they cut that short, perhaps they were running over. I also noticed that there didn’t seem to be as much interaction with the VIPers as in the previous two shows. But overall the show was brilliant and Adam was phenomenal. Personal highlights for me, were Fat Bottomed Girls, I Want it All, Somebody to Love, Crazy Little Thing Called Love and my favourites- Love Kills and Who Wants to Live Forever -which Adam soars on.”

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#queen #queen band #roger taylor #brian may #adam lambert #queen concerts #queen + adam lambert concerts #queen + adam lambert

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