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#He hates greedy billionaires. Good for him
ladyluscinia · 10 months
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Ok, it's been hours, I've done a bunch of things, and I'm looping back to the Izzy Hands topic of the day because it turns out I do have something to say. So.
For anyone with a robust blocklist - short version: the "Izzy hates Stede for being a girly gay" vs "Izzy hates Stede for rich fuck crimes" is back. I will not be addressing this directly, because that's not what I care about today (and my stance is obvious lol). Instead, I want to elaborate on this short post since this particular debate is actually a really phenomenal example of what I'm trying to get at.
Because how do you insult a rich man?
I'm talking about a super straightforward, "I'm somehow in an elevator with Musk and I have one floor to say something mean to him" kind of insult? Or, to frame this correctly, how would you convey in a story someone insulting a rich man, so your audience can recognize quickly that A has a problem with B? Based on viral posts about Musk himself, some popular options are small dick, bastard, stupid, pig, rat, crybaby, toddler, unlikable, fragile ego, loser, etc. etc.
But like... What are those insults about?
See, insults are not neutral language (shocker). They're weighted with what our society sees as "bad", and rarely touch on what our society sees as "good". There's a million ways to call someone ugly (vs attractive), or weak and womanly (vs manly and respectable), or fat (vs strong and healthy), or unlikeable (vs socially accepted), or stupid and lazy (vs productive member of society)... I can go on for a while.
Being rich is one of those "good" things, so we straight up do not really have insults to say "you are bad for being rich and successful" (though we have plenty for "poor".). "Billionaire" might deserve to be a dirty word, but it's not. That's not how language works 🤷‍♀️ The closest is maybe "greedy" but that tends to quickly overlap with fat / lazy or comparing them to animals (i.e. subhuman). Or using wealth to imply a different failing - if he has to buy his friends it's because he's not charismatic, and that's the insult. Maybe in recent years bigotry has gone out of style enough that it can be a somewhat effective target, but even that's still context specific.
Insults are - at their core - about holding up some valued aspect of society and saying "you aren't doing this right". And a lot of those aspects are discriminatory on their face.
Pointing to a character insulting another character and saying you've found implicit internalized bigotry is some "fork spotted in kitchen" shit, especially about emasculating language. Men have spent all of human history coming up with ways to say they are better at being men than their rivals. From an audience perspective, the mere presence of a bias-informed insult (or a bunch of them) is realistically not going to convince everyone this character has an explicit bias being written into them, because they've gotten used to that going nowhere as a character trait.
Often, the asshole character is just being written as an asshole.
And to be clear, writers deal with this linguistic struggle. Sometimes they make up nonsense insults to try and create a culture that doesn't have our biases. They can use more direct examples and obvious slurs to denote the intended bigots, and conversely use more softened or otherwise defanged insults for the generic dicks. Insults like "bastard" are common as their moralizing is archaic. The insulted party & allies' reactions can cue you into how serious an insult is. And yeah, no shit it's all pretty subjective and individuals will disagree on reads, but it's still worth considering because while "being mean" is usually a character flaw, it's approached entirely differently than "being bigoted". Both of which are again different from "this work is reflecting the creators' bigotry." It's the same reason we need to be able to tell the difference between "justified killing" and "unjustified murder" in a story - it matters a lot in the storytelling.
Plus, fans who don't think about this are more likely to apply it by deciding the characters they like are lovable bastards 🥰 and the ones they don't like are undeniably bigots 🤬 and this is obviously, objectively true because don't you know "ponce" is a homophobic slur for men who aren't masculine enough?!? Clearly this is not about him being British upper class!
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kiunlo · 9 months
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1 for the ask game? :)
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@supermanstoddlerleash
ehehe thank you both for sending in an ask! my anger in this reply isn't directed towards either of you LOL i'm just made at people who mis-characterise this character
the character everyone gets wrong
Lex luthor oh my fucking god. like how many times do i have to see a in-universe twitter thread of lex luthor acting like a homophobic asshole (basically almost no precedent for it in the comics or tv shows or movies or fucking anything) before i start bashing my brains in. how about people start reading comics with lex luthor in them and reading the comics FOR lex luthor and maybe you’ll actually learn shit about lex luthor. he’s such a weird and interesting character politically when you actually learn shit about him (into green energy, but uses kryptonite as the source of where the energy comes from because he wants to hurt superman. literal green energy). like if something is going to help lex luthor kill or hurt superman, he’ll do it, but being homophobic to batfam members has nothing to do with killing superman therefore he doesn’t give a shit about being homophobic/racist. except being xenophobic towards kryptonians he loves that shit. like. yes lex luthor is this asshole greedy billionaire and shit but he’s also what elon musk WISHES he could be. lex is genuinely someone who works on his own shit and comes up with his own ideas and goes through the effort of doing all the maths and chemistry and engineering his damn self. he’s smart. smart enough to realise that being casually homophobic towards people unrelated to superman is gonna get him nothing but vitriol from the public: something he actively wants to avoid since people in the public liking him is usually a good thing for business. because he likes money. and people are not gonna give him money if he is publicly an asshole (unless it's towards superman in which case he usually just tries to come up with arguments against him and his existence as a superhero instead of just saying "lol i hate superman what a cunt"). like. i enjoy the idea of lex luthor having a rivalry with bruce wayne when it comes to the business side of things, but when was the last time you heard a billionaire in real life call another billionaire a f*g LMAO.
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ben-the-hyena · 7 months
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What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else?
What feelings does your character most often instill in their fans? Affection? A desire to protect? Open lust? A love/hate dynamic? Why do you think their fans feel this way?
By contrast, what would their haters dislike about your character? Is it a petty complaint? A mischaracterization of the character or their intentions? Are they just a woman in a largely male-centric series?
What controversies/drama would your character incite in fandom?
Are there any tropes fandom would put upon your character, for better or for worse?
For any OC, I'm curious xD
Any OC !? X'D That's gonna be hard X'D
Oh well since I did post him once let's go with my Egyptian vampire Lord Meryamun Ankhkemet !
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To be fair, I gave him all the tools fandoms usually love. Slender fancy DILF in suits with a cigarette holder and dark eye makeup, monsterfucking attraction since he's a vampire and his monster form will surely attract, has moments of quirky amongst his usual class, he is a good dad with dad energy for kids in general, he is a great helpful friend who uses his wealth to help anyone and can make rich anyone brcause he is not greedy, and he adores his wife he has a great sex life and love life with while being her "malewife" since he's the one who cooks for her and he fanboys and fans himself when she takes her own werewolf form, BUT without being a good person either since to the public eye he's a beloved philantropic billionaire but he actually keeps humans well fed in order to hunt them down like preys with his family whenever he will want as well as secretly financing wars he always was fascinated with and loathes the sun because by becoming a vampire he sees it as Ra having betrayed him and since has turned to adoring Apep hoping deep down one day the sun could die, so an anti-villain/anti-hero who in fact almost became a full on villain had he not met the love of his life. So sure extreme fandom people who mix up reality and fiction would hate him for being a privileged billionaire and think and his fans should die, but most fan would get it IS the point why I made him morally dark grey and so powerful yet beloved lol and also love him as a flawed character who also is hot anf hot characters are always forgiven especially if they are loving to their loved ones like him
A mix of all those. I imagine him being loved for him being a monsterfucker fantasy and a DILF for villain lovers and goth-like aesthetics since he's a vampire, to be both loved for his aforementionned qualities and hated for the flaws I said so be seen as a lovable asshole in general fans say "what a dick. I hate him *kiss him and tuck him in bed*"
As said people could hate him for being a huge asshole on a wider range. He is one of the main characters so one of the "good guys" since most of the cast are good people and because he loves and likes them he is good to them. And is also a good boss who understood employees must be paid well to be faithful. But that's precisely the thing. To non-loved ones, he is good only as a strategy either for loyalty or for his public image, and he feels no remorse in randomly choosing someone at night to hunt down, bloodily kill and feed upon. Even if, since it did happen, they were acquaintances at the wrong place at the wrong moment. He is a vampire who became rich force of acumulating riches through centuries and travelling and finding/stealing treasures and creating businesses and investing on the long run, he used to be a human but no longer sees himself as one so now everything is made just for him and his family to survive and the secret kept and humans are just disposable cattle and he highly enjoys his sratus that allows him to be unsuspected. Plus even when he was a human he was manipulative sincr he married the pharaoh's much younger daughter just for the throne and as soon as he got crowned went to do wars like he always wished not caring if soldiers and civilians die as long as he expanded Egypt. So many could see him as being way too realistic of an oligarch to be lovable which is fair. However some could also think it means I approve and that the message is "love him he does nothing wrong" and loathe him and the story and myself for that while it is not !
As said, the fact that we live in a time with dangerous billionaires fucking up our economy and society just on whims and we hate them for that and I made a character who is a billionaire with dark ulterior motives behind as well but unlike the real world almost everybody love him because he really plays along, is smart and manipulative and again he is not greedy at all and confident in gaining enough money to spend it on charity, public infrastructures, pays student loans if a fan asks him to, finances health searches and is a loved figured in his town because he personally finances a lot of positive changes to infrastructures and his fancy restaurant offers luxury food for affordable prices because he says everybody deserves the best. Watchers could see it as billionaire propaganda and boycott lmao missing that the point is that he is so good... because he wants his cattle healthy. And of course people who hate villain main characters would think it means it is a good thing because he is a good guy, and others would mean he is excused since never punished and showed in a good light when he is with his loved ones lmao
Tropes as in TV Tropes ? Well... Faux Affably Evil obviously (passes as kind and philantropic while he sees you as his potential dinner or his wife's or children's or vampire friends' and again he doesn't care who dies in a war as long as he gets to feel the thrill of expansion) but also Affably Evil (he GENUINELY is kind and helpful if he likes you even if you are a human and won't betray you and will not hesitate one second to give you the quadruple needed if you have financial problems), Anti-hero (one of the main characters despite sounding like a villain) but also Anti-villain (actually used to be WORST bitter and angry about his vampire condition and stripped titles and how Ra betrayed him in his eyes and so killed much more but also scared on prupose and played with his food giving them false hopes and an "episode" of an alternate reality shows that had he not made friends at last nor met and fallen in love with his non-vampire wife who made him give up on his revenge since they do need the sunlight to live normally he would have been a purely evil and cold CEO actively financing a secret project to straight up destroy the sun and make it an eternal night with Lord Shen energy), Jerk with a Heart of Gold (genuinely loves his wife and children and friends and pets and actually can't kill children ; sure children die in wars but "LALALALALA I HEAR NOTHING" not to feel guilt), Papa Wolf (will go BRUTAL if his son and daughter are in danger), Happily Married (a mix of Morticia ans Gomez, Pansora and the Captain, and Homer and Marge), Excessive Evil Eyeshadow (wears a combination of Ancient Egyptian kohl, mascara and black glittery eyeshadow which only enhance his dark eyebags due to the lack of blood and sun), Yellow Eyes of Sneakiness (got yellow eyes when he got vampirized and he is manipulative and keeps his secret well), Locked into Strangeness (got a white lock out of stress when he lost his humanity and got shoved and locked inside a sarcophagus for 3800 years) etc
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wittybibliophile · 10 months
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"DREAMLAND" BILLIONAIRE - LAUREN ASHER 💕💲🏰🖋🏈🧁⛵👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👨‍👩‍👧‍👧
(Little spoiler alert!!! ⚠️) Okay so the little kane children are adorable.... ( Declan/iris - illona ; Rowan/Zahra - Ailey ; Cal/Lana - Cami/ esmeralda and Lana is pregnant with twinssssss💘💘)
Overall, I would like to say that these three installation of Lauren Asher makes me think of life deeply. Each character made me learn a little bit about the world and maybe a little about myself too.
I love their family bickering, specially grandfather the God.. I want to say that their father was a "HIJUEPUTA" for real. He is so self-consumed and greedy that he does not have the capability to realize that he is a father to three great boys. Kane brothers had so much hate for their father, that they did not want to be like him, and somewhere in the process they had lost themselves ( until grandfather and their women make them understand).
I have a reason to believe that whatever a person goes through in life, how much ever he suffers , it should not affect the lives of others (especially their own children). To act ruthlessly, or out of humanity is not correct and to blame the situation and conditions using them as excuse is a disgrace in my dictionary. It is a big question that one should ask to themselves before acting upon the rage. Remember to be as good as you can be.
And Hopefully you will also have the opportunity to read about Kane family and i am sure you will absolutely love them all.
PS- Sorry NOT Sorry, i ramble a lot about life in between writing these reviews.. because i feel that reading is a way of travelling yes, but also a way of experiencing life. There are lot of people who do not go around the world, hell not even around their cities, and when u do not then you miss out on some or the other experience of life. Books make that happen, it might be just a romance novel for some but at last a book can make you understand what is life, what can you expect from it, or from people in your life at of course different situations ( uff!!! not literally guys, people have lot of different opinions on different things , not necessary that what we read is what is right okay? its okay u can feel more or less than what is written.). But what is most important is understanding what is it that you do not want, or what you do not expect from people around you or even from urself. And that is why villains are the best, they tell you what not to be!... And our heros are broken and hurt in some or the other way. This all to make us understand that all that glitters is not gold, not in our dreamland and hell not in real life for sure... I hope who ever will read or go through my profile will like it and just enjoy it as it is... Here with me we can enjoy and question our choices, our hero and heroine's choices and it is all good... We are learning.. and we'll keep learning 🤭😉
Xoxo,
Ironically Witty!
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Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not about Space Christmas in particular, it’s a symptom of his general attitude. He hates the holiday because he needs to give his employees the day off, or pay them double. It’s a metaphor. Or something. And once again, we’re not killing him. Also you never give Jonny this much shit when he’s narrating.”
Context: Brian tried to change a space billionaire's greedy ways by re-enacting a Christmas Carol for Space Christmas (with the other Mechs as the ghosts). It... doesn't go well.
(the entire fic is a riot I'd highly recommend it and there are so many good quotes)
Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35935939
That sounds great, I'll definitely check that out!
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Really hate when Mom acts like I should be so amazed and inspired by Elon Musk just because he and I both have Aspergers.
Like, yeah, good for him finding ways to live with it and deal with it that work for him and let him be successful, because there's a lot of times having Aspergers sucks major ass. I get that. But that doesn't give Musk (or anyone else) a free pass to be a greedy mega-billionaire dickface.
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tio-trile · 2 years
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Ahzhsuwjsnsk so my Lyft driver just now
• Said that he’s leaving California to build a wellness center type of place in Northern Arizona from the money he got from a settlement, and it’s very ambitious and the cause is all good and for helping people, except
• He’s going to have a “maid cafe, like they do in Japan”, except it’s not maids, it’s going to be a vampire cafe (I was LOSING IT at this point thank someone for the mask mandate)
• if I ever wanted to leave California, I can go find him, and he’ll build me one of the three types of houses they’ll have on his wellness center of my choosing (I chose the bamboo house). He offered me a card with his contact info. I didn’t know what to expect but it still was not anything I could have anticipated
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#I really REALLY wish his dream and project come true. I would LOVE to visit that vampire cafe#I ALMOST asked about the demonologist/exorcist thing except when I finally mustered enough courage to ask#he was on the topic of throwing people to feed wolves??? and I was like ‘k nvm’#his wellness center is going to have a man made lake and petting zoo and a small airport#Halloween is going to be the biggest event because he loves Halloween#The other two types of houses is going to be hobbit homes (underground) and boat houses#I wholeheartedly wish that he succeeds man this sounds rad as hell XD#I’m going to be thinking about that vampire cafe for the rest of my life#shitpost#Edit: more details before I forget and my flight is late so I’m bored#He hates greedy billionaires. Good for him#he doesn’t want to kill animals hence he’s not building a farm just a petting zoo and maybe some chickens to lay eggs if people want#He doesn’t eat pork and beef...EXCEPT this one burger place in Pasadena that has great Mediterranean food lmao#His son is disabled and partly the reason why he’s doing this. To leave his son with this sustainable running haven#with all the food and shelter anyone could want#He wants to sponsor people from China and North Korea. I said if I go there I can be his chinese translator and he was very happy#No drugs and alcohol allowed on the property. Also everyone has to work together#I think this is where the wolf conversation came from lmao he says if people are lazy or bad he’ll drive them out to feed the wild animals?#Anyways it’s going to be a safe haven/wellness center/tourist attraction/rehab center??#I was complimenting him the entire way he was so happy#Drove a Toyota Corolla. started work at 3:30 AM and has been to the airport 3 times already today#legend
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gotnofucks · 4 years
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(updated 26 October 2021)
MARVEL 
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Steve Rogers
One-Shots
Choose :  Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)
Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.
Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.
Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)
Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)
Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)
The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.
No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)
Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)
Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)
Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.
Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)
Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.
The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.
In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)
Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)
Series
At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)
Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)
Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)
Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)
Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)
Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)
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Bucky Barnes
One-Shots
Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team
Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual
Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend
Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms
Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.
Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason
Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)
To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)
The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)
A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)
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Steve x Reader x Bucky
One-Shots
Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O
Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)
Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.
Series
•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU.  (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)
Master of His Own Fate-2
•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)
Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)
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Stephen Strange
Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)
Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)
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Loki
Congruence :  Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)
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Tony Stark
Series
•My Little Girl:  Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)
My Little Girl - 2:  Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)
My Little Girl-3
One-Shots
Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)
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Peter Parker
Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)
Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)
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SamBucky
Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)
Sam Wilson
To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)
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RANSOM DRYSDALE
One-Shots
One Day :  Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him
Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?
The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)
The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)
Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom
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ANDY BARBER
One-Shots
Golden Cage :  You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment.  (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)
Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)
No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)
His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)
A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)
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LEE BODECKER
One-Shots
Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth
The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)
Series
•Sell My Soul :  You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)
Sell My Soul -2 :  Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy.  (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)
Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)
Drabbles Masterlist
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SHERLOCK HOLMES
One-Shots
What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)
Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)
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CHRIS EVANS
One-Shots
Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.
Muse Music : Chris plays for you
Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.
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AUGUST WALKER
One-Shots
Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)
Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it
Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons
Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)
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LUCIFER
To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)
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JAKE JENSEN
At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?
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Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)
When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)
When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)
Dick Fingers (very weird ask)
Detention (Severus Snape hc)
Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)
Does your mother know (Hook)
When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)
BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE
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awkwardthings6 · 3 years
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i think c! tubbo should run a heist. it would be very funny, it could be done in semi-lore, and it would have such good vibes. hear me out:
he is
-canonically smart. built nukes
-good at surveillance — was a spy for a while, building an outpost outside las nevadas, even when he isn’t trying to be sneaky is kind of just allowed to go wherever he wants because everyone always thinks he isn’t doing lore. he should use that.
-greedy. may have a rich husband but that doesn’t mean he won’t rob you blind on a dime. tubbo’s goal is to be the 1% and he’s the only billionaire i’d ever respect
-has way too many friends/allies/people who owe him one who all kind of hate each other but would participate in a heist to whether help tubbo or just for the hell of it.
-could and would run a heist for fun. he would
just consider his team i mean
-tommyinnit. local raccoon thief boy, will fight god, loves crimes.
-ranboo. anxious amnesiac husband man but also subtle chaos liar man. would do anything for tubbo including steal huge amounts of money. also he just likes riches and i think he’d enjoy the challenge
-philza minecraft. local tired immortal old man who has been repressing his chaos for far too long. recently befriended tubbo canonically and will run a clothing line with him for tax evasion purposes. i think phil could and should go feral.
-jack manifold. literally pulled himself out of hell. has a bitter rivalry with tommy but allies with tubbo. likes his material possessions.
-foolish. 23-foot tall god, easily bullied by tubbo, likes gold. need i say more
-wilbur soot. dubious relationship with tubbo but would absolutely commit crimes with him for funsies. i just think it’d be funny.
-technoblade. phil and ranboo would definitely drag him in somehow and also crimes are anti-authoritarian. he makes one brief cameo and then only appears at the end and gets a fifth of the money they steal.
-niki nihachu. dragged in by phil because he’s being driven insane by these idiots. deserves to go off. i think she could commit murder and get away with it so a heist would be easy.
-puffy. should go feral. will go feral. might as well commit crimes.
i think they should steal from las nevadas. i think foolish should get bullied into helping them. i think tubbo should make off with a comically large bag of money and also (accidentally) a charlie slimecicle hiding inside the bag while quackity shakes his fist at the sky from the top of his casino. i think they deserve it.
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doyumacy · 3 years
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𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 5
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pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader
warnings: 「dotae x reader, smut (stimulation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, threesome, oral sex m and f receiving, anal sex, ) polyamorous relationship, language, a bit of strangulation, mentions of an abusive relationship 」
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You give yourself a last glance in the mirror: one shoulder black dress, diamond earrings that Doyoung gave you on your last birthday, a classic makeup look and red lips.
You feel Doyoung’s arm wrap your waist and he rests his chin on your bare shoulder. He smiles and looks at you in the mirror. “You look so good, love.”
“Thank you,” you kiss his cheek.
You turn to him. Doyoung is dressed in a black tuxedo, crisp white shirt, and black bowtie. And his locks are slicked back with gel. He looks so handsome. "The things I'd do to you right now, Kim Doyoung."
Doyoung chuckles and he gives you a devilish smile, already knowing he has turned you into a complete mess. "Yeah? Why don't you show me better?"
One of your hands immediately rubs his leg, inching towards his inner thigh.
Doyoung stares at you and grins, “Wanna suck me off?”
You keep one hand on his leg and the other one reaches up and touches his face. “I do want to suck you off” You press a kiss to his cheek. “But we don't want to be late for your own party, right?"
He glances at you. There’s a gleam. "I don't care."
You kiss him in return then pull faintly away. "Okay."
Doyoung smiles and you get on your knees. Your fingers undo the leather belt he’s wearing then swiftly undo his pants as well. You push his pants and underwear down as you lean and free his hard cock. Your hand strokes it, pumping it slowly before you dip your head down and take the tip into your mouth.
“Fuck," Doyoung hisses sharply as he feels your tongue licking the tip of his cock like a lollipop. He has both hands on your shoulders so he doesn't ruin your hair. He smirks a little, letting you have your fun because when you two are back home, he'll get his fun.
You move your head up and down Doyoung's swollen and hard cock, lathering it with your saliva. Your moans are unstoppable as you take him in, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You hear Doyoung's plea of “let me feel your throat” on a hushed pant. You don’t decline his request as you move your head slowly down his cock, feeling his cock slide down your throat. Your gag reflex kicks in as you keep going, making sure to breathe through your nose.
“Oh, love. Fuck. Yes,” Doyoung huskily rasps, squeezing your right shoulder. “Your mouth is perfect. Taking every inch of it.” He pauses as he runs his fingers on your cheek.
You slowly lift your head up then wrap your hand back around his cock. You pump it lightly before running your tongue around the tip then placing it back into your mouth. You take all of him once again, enjoying how he tastes and feels sliding into your mouth and down your throat.
“Such a good girl, aren't you, baby?” He hears your eager and needy moan in response and smiles while he rubs your shoulder. He feels you begin to move your mouth up his length. “Oh, not yet." Doyoung coos softly. “Keep your pretty mouth on me. You wanted it, you’re gonna have it.”
You take his cock on your mouth again and bob your head up and down, until he comes in your mouth. You swallow your thick and salty cum and you look at him in the eye. Doyoung growls, almost moaning. He notices his cock is stained with your red lips.
He helps you to stand up and then he pulls up his pants and does them, redoing his belt as well. You while your mouth using the back of your hand. He pulls you by the neck and kisses you. "I'm gonna fuck you senseless when we are back home."
"Looking forward," you bite his lip, pulling it with your teeth.
"Stop fucking or whatever you two are doing!" You hear Taeyong screaming downstairs. "We're late!"
(...)
The party you three are heading two is being thrown by KILEE Company. -Doyoung and Taeyong’s company - They are celebrating their expansion to China and invited some of their closest partners and friends. You’re so proud of everything they’ve achieved the past years.
Your boyfriends introduce you to one of their business partners, or potential clients, and you go along with it just to be ignored right afterward while they engage in another round of inane conversation. You never get upset.
You are standing alone in the illuminated ball room, the champagne glass on your left hand almost empty. You spot Taeyong and Doyoung talking to Kun and Johnny.
You are waiting for Jaehyun to come out from the bathroom and sigh. Well dressed couple passes by you and you greet them with a small. You wouldn't lie if you don't feel weird surrounded by billionaire people.
You drown the rest of the champagne that is left and notice Jaehyun is talking to someone. Great. You're alone for at least 15 minutes.
You walk to the bar and ask for another glass of champagne. While you wait, someone stands next to you. You don't recognize the black haired man that asks for a whisky on the rocks. Soon as he gets his whisky, he has a sip. He seems to be having a hard time there.
“Slow down or you might leave the place crawling,” you say to him.
He laughs. “I’d love that, actually.”
You smile. “I’m y/n y/l/n,” you extend your hand.
He takes your hand, shaking it. “Mark Lee.”
“Nice to meet you, Mark Lee,” you grin. “I have never seen you before.”
“I just came back from Canada to take care of my dad’s business and he wants me to socialize,” he sighs. “I don't know anyone here.”
“Firstly, welcome back,” you smirk. “Secondly, I can introduce you to my boyfriends.”
“Thanks,” he smiles and then frowns. “Boyfriends?”
You nod and point at Doyoung and Taeyong who are chatting with two old men. “Lee Taeyong and Kim Doyoung.”
He almost chokes on his drink. You laugh. “I love the reactions.”
“You’re dating the hosts?” He gives you a surprised look.
“Yeah,” you have a sip of your champagne.
“Wow, that's… weird. I mean,” he shakes his head. “I don't know anything about poly love but if you guys have found a way to have one thats amazing. I could ne-”
“You’re rambling,” you chuckle.
“Oh shit. I’m sorry. I’m being rude,” he sighs. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you assure him.
On the other side of the room, Doyoung excuses himself to the restroom and when he comes back, he sees a man around his age talking to Taeyong.
“Ah, you're here,” Taeyong places a hand on his shoulder. “Doyoung, this is Jackson Wang, a businessman interested in investing in our company.”
Doyoung smiles and extends his hand. Jackson shakes his. “Nice finally meet you, Mr. Wang.”
“Oh please, just call me Jackson,” he smirks. “I hope you don't mind that one of your guests invited me. I literally begged him.”
“Oh it’s okay,” Doyoung grins. “So tell me Jackson, what do you do?”
"My father founded Systems Integration Solutions, the big  cybersecurity firm based in Silicon Valley, and I'm currently the CEO," he smirks.
“Oh, your father is Wang Ruiji?” Taeyong asks, surprised. “I had the pleasure to meet him last year. He’s incredible.”
“Thank you,” he grins. “Yeah. Right now I’m interested in investing in more Asian companies and since yours is big here and China, I thought it would be a great idea to get to know you better.”
“We can definitely arrange a meeting next week, Jackson.” Doyoung informs. “Thank you so much for coming tonight.”
“Thank you for letting me in… technically.”
The three men chuckle.
Back to you, you’re still at the bar with Mark. He so far has told you how he hates socialising, but here it is. He also lets you know that he's having a welcoming party next weekend and you and your boyfriends are invited as well.
Mark is nice. He’s 2 years younger than you and you kinda feel bad that at such a young age, he has the world on his shoulders.
You’re about to ask for your third glass of champagne when you see Doyoung and Taeyong chuckling with a man you have never seen before. He then turns around, facing you. He raises the hand where he has a glass of champagne and smiles at you.
Even though it has been years and you've changed so much since then, you can't help feeling like ice is pouring down your back.
You drop your glass realizing who it is: Jackson Wang. The man who almost beat you to death once.
"y/n?" Mark looks at you. "Are you okay?"
You gulp. You thought you'd never see him again, after all he put you trough years ago. You want to throw up.
"Excuse me," you say in a low tone.
You walk so fast to the restroom, not wanting to cause a scene. When you're there, you lock yourself in one of the hardwares and try to breath.
"Fuck," you whisper.
The door suddenly opens and you see beneath the hardware door a pair of shiny shoes walking to where you are. You're pretty sure those aren't Taeyong or Doyoung's.
There's a slight knock on the door. "y/n, I thought it was you. How the hell have you been?"
Somehow you manage to breathe. "You don’t even have to answer that, I just met the two lovely men you are fucking. I knew you were always a greedy slut, but this is a new level of greediness."
You stay completely silent. Jackson laughs. "I'd pay billions just to see your face right now, sweetie."
"Get out," you order him.
"C'mon, I want to see you up close. Doyoung wouldn't shut up about your beauty," he mocks him. "I wanna see if it's true."
"Get the hell out, Jackson. Or I'll scream," you warn.
Jackson laughs again. "As if anyone could ever touch me."
He fixes his suit jacket and sighs. “Okay, fine. I’ll go. But we’ll be seeing each other around, sweetie. I’ve been waiting years to see you.”
You watch his feet get away until he's out of the restroom, and as soon as he's gone, you burst out crying.
When you were with Jackson, the first months everything was great. But he suddenly changed and turned into a person you thought you'd never deal with. You tried your best to fight it. You wanted to get free and live a good life, but he manipulated you to the point he made you feel guilty. To the point you didn't feel good enough.
And after everything that happened, you promised yourself you would never put yourself in that situation ever again.
You exit the restroom and run into Jaehyun. “Hey, I was looking for you.”
You dont look him in the eye. “I uhm… think I had too much champagne.”
“I saw Jackson leaving the restroom,” he cups your face. “Are you okay?”
You sob. “What is he doing here?
Jaehyun hugs you. “I don't know, but I won't let him get close to you ever again.”
You hug Jaehyun tightly. He is the only person that knows about what happened with Jackson.
“Come on,” He takes your hand. “Let’s go back.”
“I can't. Jackson was talking to Taeyong and Doyoung,” you sigh.
He frowns. “About what?
“I don't know… what if he told them something?” You run a hand through your hair.
“Doyoung would kill anyone who dares to speak badly about you,” Jaehyun calms you down.
“It’s been 6 years, why is he back?” You cradle your face.
“I wish I know,” Jaehyun says. “You need to tell Taeyong and Doyoung.”
“Tell us what?” Doyoung’s voice startesl you.
You turn to see him walking towards you and Jaehyun. “I uhm… I think I’m drunk,” you lie.
Doyoung frowns. “But are you okay?”
You nod and then giggle. “I just threw up and Jaehyun wants me to tell you and Taeyong, but I’m fine.”
Doyoung cradles your face. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can end the event and take you home?”
You shake your head. “I’m fine, I can go home by myself. I don’t mind.”
Doyoung shakes his head in disagreement. “I won't let you go alone.” He looks at Jaehyun. “Do you mind going with her? The chauffeur will take you back to the party.”
Jaehyun nods. “Of course. Don’t worry.”
Doyoung gives you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll have my phone with me every moment, okay? Call me if you need anything, love.”
You nod and smile. “Please tell Taeyong I’m sorry I left early.”
“He’ll understand. Now go. Get some rest,” he gives you a peck. “I love you.”
When you return home, you change your clothes into Doyoung’s pajamas. You love how soft they are and that they smell like him. Jaehyun insists on staying with you but you tell him you're fine and he should return to the party with Johnny and enjoy what's left of the night.
You lay on Taeyong’s side of the bed and sigh.
It’s been two years since you three are together and you never mentioned Jackson. You never talk about it.
You roll on the bed for what you feel like hours without being able to sleep. You glance at the watch on the nightstand and it marks 2 am. Taeyong and Doyoung should be coming soon.
"Love? We're home," You hear Doyoung call, entering the penthouse.
You stand up from the bed and go downstairs. You see Taeyong unloosing his suit bow. You run to them and kiss them both. "Someone missed us," Taeyong mocks and kisses you back.
"I always miss you," you pout.
Doyoung smiles. "We missed you, too, love."
"We decided to invite someone tonight, I hope you dont mind." Taeyong smiles. You frown and see the door opening. It's Jackson.
"What?" You look at both of them. "Why is he doing here?"
Suddenly, Taeyong and Doyoung aren't in the penthouse anymore and all you can see is Jackson's hand wrapped around your neck. "I've been wanting to do this for so long."
He adds strength and chokes you, the air stopping going to your lungs. "I'm gonna make sure I'm the last person you see when I kill you, whore."
You startled awake, a loud gasp escaping you. You could feel your shirt cling uncomfortably to your back with sweat and your legs are tangled in the sheets, only worsening the feeling of being trapped.
You are breathing harshly, your chest heaving with choked breaths. You whimper, feeling your eyes start to water.
"Just a dream," you try to tell yourself.
It's 5 am and Doyoung and Taeyong are sleeping peacefully next to you. With shaking hands you reach out, trying to switch on the small lamp on the nightstand table. The dim light illuminating the room does nothing to calm your anxiety.
You touch your neck, wanting to make sure his hand isn't wrapped around your neck. He's not there. He doesn't know where you live.
The horrible picture plays in your head on loop and you know you won't be able to calm down. You shakily get out of bed and try to wipe the tears off your cheeks as good as you can and make your way towards the bathroom door of the bedroom.
Once inside the bathroom, you wash your face with cold water. You're still shaking. You sit next to the bathtub and start crying.
You hear someone enter the bathroom and hope they don't see you. But it doesn't work, it's Doyoung's eyes who finds you sitting next to the bathtub. He approaches you and kneels in front of you. "Love?"
You don't move and just look at him with wide eyes, he gently takes your hand. "What's wrong, love?"
You shake your head and cry again. "Did you have a nightmare?“ Doyoung asks. You nod and bury your face on his shirt.
"Oh love. It's alright. Nothing happened, it was just a dream. I'm here,“ Doyoung murmurs, tightening his hold on you. You clutch onto Doyoung's soft sleeping shirt and continue to cry.
"Do you want to talk about your dream, love?" Doyoung asks quietly, stroking your hair.
"I-I dreamed...," you look him in the eye. "I dreamed I lost you both."
Doyoung cuddles you close again. "It was just a nightmare, love. We're here, we're gonna be here always."
You peek up at him and nod. "I love you so much."
"I love you," Doyoung plants a kiss on your forehead. "Come on, let's go to bed."
Doyoung helps you to stand up and go back to the bed without waking Taeyong up. You are cuddled in the middle with your head pillowed on Doyoung's chest. It doesn't take long at all for you to fall asleep, feeling safe and warm his arms.
(...)
A couple of days later, Jackson shows up at KILEE. Doyoung is fascinated by him but to Taeyong, there's something strange about him. He's nice.
Too nice.
Maybe Taeyong thinks he's overreacting and Jackson is in fact nice.
Jackson tells them he's good friends with Mark Lee, the heir of one of the wealthiest and biggest companies in Canada and South Korea. So there's no reason to think he's gonna play them.
They later find themselves having lunch with Jackson and Mark.
"I met your girlfriend last weekend," Mark has a sip of his drink. "She is really nice. Although she disappeared."
Taeyong and Doyoung smile. "She had too much champagne and had to leave." Doyoung says.
"Oh well, it happens right?" Mark chuckles. "I've been there before."
"I didn't have the pleasure to meet her," Jackson says, "I hope I can next time."
"I invited her to my welcoming party this Saturday, are you guys coming?" Mark stares at Doyoung and Taeyong.
"Of course, we'll be there," Taeyong nods. "And I hopefully can greet your dad. He's an incredible man."
“Thanks, dude,” Mark beams, “so glad you all are coming.”
(...)
“But… Saturdays are only for us,” you pout, looking at Doyoung.
“I know, love. But I promise I’ll make it up to you next weekend,” He says, looking at himself in the mirror.
“I don't wanna go,” you say, leaving the walking closet.
Doyoung sighs. “Everyone’s gonna be there.”
“Well, not me,” you sit on the bed turning the TV on.
“White or black shirt?” Taeyong asks, entering the bedroom. “I’m still undecided.”
You shrug, trying to find something to watch on Netflix. Taeyong frowns, looking at you. “Why aren't you ready?”
“Because I am not going,” you reply.
Taeyong looks at Doyoung confused. “Mark is expecting to see you there.”
“Well, tell him I’m sick or something, Taeyong,” you rest your back on the headboard, watching the movie you picked.
Doyoung sighs, losing his patience. “You have been acting bratty all week and you're making me lose my patience. Get up and get dressed.”
“Didn't you hear me?” You look at him. “I-am-not-going.”
Taeyong rolls his eyes and walks to the walking closet, but Doyoung grabs his arm. "What do we do to brat girls?"
Taeyong smirks and you feel both of their gaze on you.
You don't know how you end up crouched low on the ground with your knees digging into the modern grey carpeting, you are tensing your thighs together and twisting your body every which way for the past ten minutes.
It doesn’t take long for your deep, frequent groans of pain to become loud enough to be heard around the make-shift gag that stuffs your mouth;  a pair of your black lace panties. "Be quiet, love. Good girls don't make a sound," Doyoung tells you.
“I think our princess is done, Doyoung,” you hear Taeyong say, his voice thick from immense pleasure.
You can see one of Doyoung's legs twitching and where his pelvis meets Taeyong's hips as he pulls forward and back again on his cock. Doyoung's loud moans reverberate against the walls, and you can picture his head thrown back in ecstasy as a strong smirk crawls across Taeyong's face.
“How much longer do you think you can hold it, baby?” Doyoung asks. You know he’s looking at Taeyong but talking to you, and as you try and scream, another jolt of displeasure courses through you. Not long, you want to say. Please, please let me go.
Doyoung pulls out from Taeyong (ignoring his hearty protests) and pads over to you, naked and his dick dripping.
The first thing you feel is his presence, the second thing you feel is his lips on your earlobe, biting it as he asks you to roll over. You do.
The third thing you feel is his right finger touching your aching clit. You cry in pleasure. He passes his fingers down your wet silt and then takes his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. "So good. As always." You concentrate everything you have not to release everything right there.
Taeyong stands next to you and takes you in his arms in bridal style. Then he leaves you on the bed. You spread your legs for the two men you have in front and you can tell they're enjoying the view. You bite your lip.
"Teasing us, huh?" Doyoung smirks at you. "Let's play then."
Doyoung finishes taking his shirt off and throws it somewhere in the room. "Get on all fours," Doyoung orders, "Taeyong, get in front of her."
You do as he says and get on all fours. You feel Doyoung blowing gently in your core and you moan. He slaps you in the ass. "What did we say about sounds?"
"Sorry," you whisper.
"I want you to suck Taeyong off while I fuck you from behind, okay?" Doyoung asks, softly.
You nod. Taeyong takes his dick on his hand and strokes it, you open your mouth to take his cock. As you are licking his tip, Doyoung lowers his head down into it and closes his hot mouth around your wet pussy. Gasping, you groan on Taeyong's cock. Doyoung eagerly laps at your clit. You want to moan, but if you make the slightest noise, he won't let you.
You proceed to lick up the side of Taeyong's cock again swirling your tongue around it. Taeyong grips your hair, throwing his head back. "Oh fuck," he groans.
Yo smirk and lick him again when you feel him tense up. You suck even harder. Taeyong bites his lip; you look gorgeous taking his cock so well.
Doyoung is still focused on your clit, lapping at it continuously until your hips are jerking, and you cry out his name. Fuck.
Doyoung stops and slaps your ass again, making you whimper. "Bad girl. Finish Taeyong off."
You keep bobbing your head up and down until Taeyong explodes into your mouth. He rests a hand on your jaw. “Swallow for me baby” you do as you're told, making sure to maintain eye contact with Taeyong.
Doyoung grabs your waist and lays you on your back. He takes his cock in his hand and rubs the pink head between the lips of your flushed pussy, drawing a pleased moan from him. He pulls in, all of his bare length entirely inside of you. Doyoung grunts and tenses up, curling his fingers tightly around your soft hips. Taeyong watches you and he is getting hard again.
You turn to Taeyong and Doyoung moves his cock slowly dragging out of your cunt until only the tip remains. He drives into you and, as a groan bubbles in your throat, your eyes roll back. You are so full, that it feels as if you’re being ripped apart from the inside out. Taeyong stays crouched by your side, whispering soft and gentle reassurances in your ear, and kisses your face.
Doyoung's mouth is on your breasts, marking you with his teeth and lips, metal and flesh fingers digging into your hips and sides. “She’s so fucking tight, Taeyong.”
“Of course she is, she’s a good girl. Aren’t you, baby?” Taeyong's tongue is in your mouth before you can answer and he’s growling against your tongue as he sucks it into his mouth.
Taeyong slides his hand between your breasts and down your belly as Doyoung pushes up, giving Taeyong room to find your clit. Doyoung is growling, pounding you into the mattress as Taeyong assaults the throbbing bundle of nerves. It feels like lava is scorching through your veins as you cum on Doyoung's cock. You want him to join you, but you know he won’t, he wants to save it for when both he and Doyoung are fucking you at the same time.
With your heart hammering in your chest and bursts of static in your ears, Taeyong rolls you to your stomach and pulls you to him; knees on the edge of the bed, your ass up. Before you know what’s happening, Taeyong slaps your ass. You cry out and push back, seeking out more of his touch.
“You like that, don’t you?”
You whine pitifully. “Y-yes."
He caresses the reddening skin before slapping it again, and again, and again. Just when you think he’s done, he surprises you with a slap to your cunt, leaving you shrieking and writhing at the pleasurable sting. The wide head of Taeyong's cock is pushing in, slower.
“What do you want, baby?"
You whimper. “I want you to fuck me."
Taeyong's demeanor changes and he slams into you with a snarl. You bury your face in the bed and cry out. Taeyong is relentless, his thrusts tight and controlled as he fucks you, his balls slap your clit and every time they do, it pulls a moan from deep within.
You try telling Taeyong that you’re going to cum, but you don’t get the chance; it hits you like a runaway train. As you’re shouting and pulsing around his cock.
With a growl, Taeyong pulls out and smacks your ass again. You fall to your side where Doyoung peppers your face with kisses as you gasp for air. He’s stroking your hair.
Taeyong pulls you off the bed and kisses you thoroughly. His hands are on your thighs and he’s lifting you off the floor while Doyoung repositions himself on the bed; back against the headboard, legs drawn up, heels planted in the mattress; all while spreading lube on his cock.
Taeyong sets you between Doyoung's thighs, watching as Doyoung works with you until you’re straddling his lap and his cock is pressing into your tight hole. With Doyoung's hands on your hips, you pull in slow, deliberate breaths as he fills you. Doyoung is moaning as he bounces you on his cock, slowly, working the lube back and forth until finally, chestnut curls are biting into your ass.
You’re leaning back against Doyoung hands on the bed by his hips, shoulder blades against his chest when he’s whispering in your ear, “you got a sweet ass, love,” before nipping at your neck. He’s working you up and down on his cock, gasping every time you clench around him, the intense desire surging through you a million miles a minute. You’re so very full, but your pussy is aching for Taeyong as it clamps down around nothing, the opaque cum spilling down onto Doyoung's balls. Taeyong has his bottom lip between his teeth and he’s staring at you with dark eyes as he strokes himself in time with you and Doyoung. Without a word, he kneels on the bed and moves between your legs. The wide head of his cock is at your entrance and your chest is heaving in anticipation.
“Just fuck me, Taeyong.” you manage to rasp.
There’s no way to describe the feeling of being filled with two cocks. All you know is that you love it. Every inch of their thick cocks in your ass and cunt. The way one cock curves left and the other curves right. How they drag against the other while one pushes and the other pulls. It’s in the way they each grunt when they hit home, when they can’t drive into you further.
You’re cumming fast and hard, your toes are curling and your knuckles are turning white as it tears you apart from the inside out; screaming noiselessly when Taeyong flicks your clit. Both men are quick to follow suit; Doyoung first, then Taeyong. They’re grunting and cursing, almost in sync, their cum mixing with yours as it leaks out, spreading onto the sheets.
Taeyong, hissing the entire time, withdraws first and heads into the bathroom to clean up. While he’s in there, you fall back against Doyoung, writhing in his lap as he begins to soften. You turn your head and kiss him slowly, tangling your tongues together and moaning into his mouth as an unexpected aftershock rolls through you.
“Jesus, love Take it easy.” Doyoung squeezes your hips before gently pulling you off of his lap. You fall to your side and snuggle into the pillows, giggling playfully as Doyoung stands on unsteady legs.
Taeyong is behind you, lifting one leg so he can clean you from front to back.
"Fuck, we're so late," Doyoung runs to the walking closet.
You groan. "I thought we weren't going anymore."
"This was convincing sex, so get your beautiful ass up and get ready," Taeyong gives you a peck.
(...)
You three are 20 minutes late to Mark's party. He doest care because he's happy you're finally there. Mark introduces you three to some of their friends and family members. They all are so nice.
Unfortunately, you don't know anyone in the party and Taeyong and Doyoung do, they seem comfortable talking to pretty much everyone.
You're at the bar and order for a gin and tonic. As you wait for your drink, you give a glance to Mark's house roof: it's unbelievably high and the paintings are absolutely beautiful.
You feel someone's hand on your shoulder and smile when you see Mark. "My mom painted them."
"What?" You asked, shocked. "How did she get up there?"
Mark laughs. "No, I mean, my mom painted them in a regular size and someone professional then came and did it."
"Oh," you nod, embarrassed. "Not my brightest moment."
Mark smirks. "You got me rambling when we met, so this is my revenge."
"We're even now," you giggle. The bartender leaves your drink on the counter and you have a sip.
"Not yet, you abandoned me in that party where I didn't know anyone," he sighs.
You bite your lip. "I'm sorry. I had too much champagne."
"It's okay, I went to have lunch with your men the other day and told me," he grins. "Go easy with the gin, you never know when it's gonna betray you."
"Bad experiences?" You cock an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
You both laugh.
Jackson arrives at Mark's house and after greeting some people, he goes to where Doyoung, Taeyong and other people are. After chatting for a couple of minutes, Doyoung and Jackson excuse themselves to have a conversation with the two of them.
As they're chatting, Doyoung spots you talking and giggling with Mark. He doesn't like it. Why, from all people you have to be laughing with him? Maybe you two liked each other from his company party.
"What do you say?" Jackson asks.
Doyoung shakes his head. "Excuse me, what?"
"Are you okay?" Jackson looks at him.
"Yeah... just," he presses his lips together. "I was looking at my girlfriend."
Doyoung looks at you again and Jackson follows his gaze. "You know, I once fell for a woman like her; all shiny, beautiful, polite..."
"She's everything to me," Doyoung says, still looking at you.
"She was my everything too," Jackson nods, "Until I wasn't enough for her."
Doyoung looks at Jackson. "What happened?"
"She met someone richer than me and left," Jackson shrugs. "Mark's my friend, but he's richer than everyone in this room and he is a charm. So I'd be careful, you know? She seems to like him... very much."
(...)
"Oh, my God, did you see the roof? I felt like I was in a castle," you say in excitement to Taeyong as you three are on your way back to the penthouse. "It was beautiful."
"I know, and the bathrooms are... out of this world," Taeyong laughs. "I mean, we're rich but Lee are disgustingly  rich."
You and Taeyong make most of the conversation until you finally arrive at your place. As Doyoung is pressing the code to the elevator, your phone rings and you smile. "It's Mark, he wants to check if we made it home safely."
"He's so nice," Taeyong smiles. "I'm gonna hang out with him more. We should, the three of us."
"Yes! He only has 2 friends here so it could be cool," you say.
You three enter the elevator and the closes door. "Do you like Mark, y/n?" Doyoung suddenly asks.
"Yeah," you giggle. "He's awkward but in a nice way. He could be a good friend."
Doyoung nods. "He's also way richer than Taeyong and I."
"Yeah..." you frown. "What about it?"
"Well, you were very flirty with him tonight," he glances at you. "Perhaps are you thinking of fucking him now?"
"Doyoung..." Taeyong grabs his arm. Doyoung yanks himself free.
"Excuse me?" You stare at him. "Who the fuck do you think I am?"
"You tell me," Doyoung leans close to you. "Are you perhaps a gold-di-"
You don't even let him finish when you slap him. "If you think I am a gold-digger then you don't know me at all. I don't care about you damn money."
"You're very impressed with Mark's life," Doyoung grips his jaw. "You want him and his money. We're nothing to you anymore."
The elevator finally stops on your floor and you get out of there. Taeyong and Doyoung follow you. You stop in the middle of the hallway and you start taking the jewelry you have on and throw the items to Doyoung. Then you proceed to take your phone out and winnow the expensive wallet to the floor. You take off your shoes as well.  "You bought all of that. Keep it. I don't want it or your money."
You walk to the elevator and press the code and Taeyong follows you. "Where are you going?"
"Apparently to fuck Mark," you say and enter the elevator. "Fuck you, Doyoung"
The doors are about to close when you stick your arm in the middle of them. "By the way, the dress I'm wearing I bought with my own money and if you don't believe me, my bank statement is on my desk."
And you're gone.
Taeyong sighs and stares at Doyoung. "What the fuck was that?"
"You don't think I'm right?" Doyoung scoffs.
"Of course not!" Taeyong shakes his head. "She's been with us for 2 years and you know she has never cared about our money."
"Or that's what she made us think," Doyoung says as he opens the door of the penthouse.
"You better shut the fuck up because I will punch you," Taeyong warns him
"Get inside," Doyoung stands next to the door.
"No." He says.
"Whatever," Doyoung says and shuts the door behind him.
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Peter Parker x SHIELD Agent! Reader
NSFW
Warnings: Smut. Dom!Peter, jealous, Possesive!Peter, rough sex.
Weeks after the island, Peter finally sees you again. But you aren't alone...
Part of the "Fine Line" series but you don't need to have read that first.
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Peter couldn't breath. His clothes felt stiff and restrictive, the bowtie, suffocating. This was a bad, bad idea. He wasn't cut for this. He was just a Parker, not a Stark, he had spent most his life trying to be invisible, not even getting superpowers had changed that. He had never wanted to stand out. He didn't want to be seen, to be recognized. 
Even Quentin Beck had realized that. That's why he had done what he had, because he knew it would be the best way to ruin Peter's life. It had been almost a month since his return from Eroda, since Pepper and Fury had managed to clear his name and expose Quentin Beck as the fraud he was, trying to frame Peter for his murder with an adulterated video out of jealousy and envy. The greedy, insane employee gone mad after being overlooked in favor of the young intern, chosen by Tony Stark himself to be his successor. Spider-Man had just been doing his job as Peter's bodyguard when the incident at the bridge happened.
That was the official story, and the press had bought it with gusto, plastering the wide eyed boy's face on every cover, every paper, every magazine, every news site. A few weeks later, he was pretty much America's new sweetheart. Everybody knew his name. Everybody knew his face. His anonymity was gone.
Quentin Beck had won. 
And now, there he was, being blinded by flashing lights, walking the red carpet of his first gala as the official heir of Stark Industries… two seconds away from throwing up.
"Breathe, Peter" Pepper whispered to him, voice calm and reassuring, "Just focus on a point above their heads, and keep your head high" 
She took a step forward and Peter couldn't help but stare: she looked like a queen in her white gown, complete with cape and everything. She was an elegant woman but it wasn't just about her beauty, it was about the power, the authority she commanded, every eye in that red carpet had no choice but to focus on her. 
Tony had been like that too, albeit in a different way: charismatic and bigger than life. Peter wondered how anybody could look at him, awkward and pasty, and think he was related to the man. Because he knew what people were saying...
"Parker, how are you holding up, mate?" A tall, blond boy patted his back, pulling him out of his thoughts. Harry Osborn, the only person there to introduce himself to Peter and actually take the time to try and make him feel comfortable. At first Peter had thought it had something to do with his family being the one hosting the gala but the youngest Osborn wasn't exactly famous for his good manners or decorum. 
"I think I'm about to have a panic attack" more like sensory overload, but Peter wasn't sure how could he explain something like that to his new friend.
"Well, you are not hungover and puking on the photographers" The blond flashed him a brilliant smile, "so you're already doing better than me on my first red carpet"
Peter couldn't help the burst of laughter, but far from offended, Harry's grin turned even brighter. The flashes went wild.
"There you go, that should make for better photographs than the deer-in-the-headlights look you were sporting"
Peter offered him a grateful smile,
"Thanks dude, really"
"Don't mention it" Harry shook his head, "You're actually doing me a favor, letting me hang out with you. You're saving me from looking all lonely and pathetic in front of these vultures, since apparently I have been stood up..."
Peter stared at the blond in surprise. With those sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes, it was hard to believe any girl could resist him. He suddenly felt a lot less bad about showing up dateless. 
"Alright, we've spent about fifteen minutes out here, we can go in now" Harry instructed, already a pro at this kind of event, gesturing for Peter to follow. 
He noticed the whispers as they walked into the massive lobby together, Oscorp and Stark Industries were rivals, just as Norman Osborn and Tony Stark used to be. His mentor used to find the other billionaire shady and his experiments, unethical. Even now, Pepper's and Norman's relationship was strained, at best, so seeing both heirs so friendly with each other was a little shocking. But if Harry didn't care about that, neither would Peter. Whatever sins the father had committed, he wasn't going to hold them against the son. That wasn't Peter's style. 
"So, what do you think of your first gala, so far?" Harry sauntered in front of him, stealing two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and handling one to Peter.
"Oh, I- I don't drink, thank you"
"Good, that's a wise choice, don't change it" Harry praised, taking the glass back and downing that one too. Peter shook his head.
"I like it," He replied, looking around at the huge salon decked in lavished green and silver banners, the tables gilded with intricate floral arrangements, the huge shiny dance floor in the middle. "Stark Industries' is having one for Christmas, but it's going to be held at a hotel…"
Harry made a face,
"Yeah, that would be the norm, actually. But my father wanted to have it here this year, to prove the facilities are safe, you know?"
Peter thought back to that fatidical field trip all those years ago, to this very same building, when he was bitten by a stray radioactive spider that had escaped one of the labs. He hummed noncommittally. He seriously hoped mister Osborn was right, for the good of everyone attending the party, Harry included. Because truth was he really liked his new friend, he made everything easier just by offering Peter his company, by giving him someone his age to talk too, amongst all those old, stuck up gazillionaires that stared at him with curiosity at best, and open contempt at worst. 
But of course all good things had to come to an end, such was the Parker luck. Harry took his vibrating cell phone out of his pocket.
"Would you look at that! It seems my date has finally arrived" He announced, eyes glued to the screen, smitten smile on his face, "One would think an influencer would jump at the chance of being photographed by the press at a red carpet… But not her, of course. No, she arrives an hour late… I'll go find her, be right back, Parker"
That was when he saw you. Entering the ballroom, a siren in your long golden dress, scanning the crowd. You looked stunning, hair longer, lighter, done in elegant waves cascading down your back.   Your smile was dazzling as you found what you were looking for, and Peter didn't see his new friend make his way to you, entranced as he was by your mere presence.
Until he reached your side, and kissed your lips. 
Harry Osborn offered you his arm, and you took it graciously, and he walked you through the room, proud swag on his steps as he introduced you to practically everyone in the party, Peter's heart breaking a little more with every step you took towards him.
He hadn't heard from you since the island, and now he knew why: You had already found someone new. Someone better, more handsome, and classier than Peter. Than the awkward boy you had been sent to protect. 
Because underneath the Stark's money and his spider powers, that was all Peter was: some orphan kid from Queens who didn't belong. Harry could take you on dates to fancy restaurants without mispronouncing the names of the dishes, he could take you walking around his mother's art gallery in the upper east. He, with his aristocratic features, his british boarding school accent, his old family money, was a much better fit for a princess like you. You wanting Peter had never made much sense anyway. 
And you looked good on Harry's arm, better than ever, actually. You looked happy. Peter hated it, and he hated himself for it. 
"Parker! I want you to meet my date, Sixtine Boucher, influencer, it girl, philanthropist..." Harry was saying, suddenly in front of him, but Peter wasn't listening. You were there, close enough to touch, in the flesh. He could hear your heartbeat, smell you, sunshine and sweetness under the chemical tang of your expensive perfume for the first time after so long and it was almost overwhelming.
"S-Sixteen?"
"Sixtine" You corrected him, sighing as if it was something you did all the time and you were tired of it, "Bonsoir, Peter."
You sounded… funny. 
"You know each other?" Harry's voice asked, politely curious.
"We met during vacation, at the…" You trailed off, eyes meeting Peter in a silent request to play along, disguised as a struggle to find the right words, “... Comment dis-tu ‘plage’ en anglais?”
"Beach" Provided Peter, his brain catching up at last "Yeah, at the beach… when I was on vacation… a-at the french riviera"
"What a small world!" Harry chuckled but it sounded nervous, uncertain. No doubt he could feel the tension between the two of you, growing with every passing second. Along with Peter's understanding. The hair, the dress, the french accent? It was a costume, you were a spy after all. You weren't there for leisure, you were there for work. This was a mission. Harry was your target, or maybe your cover. Whatever it was, it wasn't you. It wasn't real. 
But then again, had Peter really met the real you? After all, not that long ago he had been your mission too…
When the next waiter passed in front of him, Peter stopped him. It probably would no nothing to his spider metabolism, but alcohol was looking more and more like a good idea. He had a feeling he was going to need all the help possible to get through the night. Harry arched a brow but luckily didn't comment, as he was beginning to get a clearer idea about how you and the brown eyed boy knew each other.
A glint on your cleavage caught Peter's eyes and he frowned. There, hanging from a long gold chain, nested between your breasts and almost completely hidden by the, admittedly low cut, neckline of your dress, rested a familiar crystal sunflower. The cheap jewel didn't match your cover, or your outfit, the only reason why you could be wearing it, was him. 
He nodded, almost imperceptibly, letting you know he understood, and you let out the breath you were holding. 
But awareness didn't make watching you, plastered to Harry's side all night any easier. It didn't stop him from seeing red every time you called Harry "baby", the endearment close enough to the "baby boy" you used for Peter to feel like a betrayal. It definitely didn't save the glass of wine he was holding from shattering under his grip as he saw you sneak outside of the room with him in the middle of dinner.
"Peter! Are you alright?" Pepper fussed over his hand, looking for cuts, and motioning to a waiter to help clean the shards of glass from the table.
"Yeah" He murmured, distractedly, eyes never leaving the doorway you had disappeared through, "I-I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me"
He didn't even wait for Mrs. Stark's reply as he got up from the table, giving chase to you and your date through corridors and elevators, following your giggles and the faint trace of your perfume. His persecution led him to the upmost floor of the building, where a single mahogany awaited him, but the fingertip scanner on the lock told him he wasn't going to be able to open it. 
He cursed, barely catching himself from making a dent on the wall with a punch. You were doing your job, that was all, he repeated, like a mantra. Whatever was happening behind that door meant nothing. You were wearing his sunflower, that had to mean something, it had to.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours to him, the door opened.
"Peter! Shit, I was hoping you would be smarter than to follow me!" You hissed, as he pushed you back, stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him.
"Where is Harry?" 
"Knocked out in the bathroom" You pointed at a door by the side. Peter took a look around the room, by far the biggest, most luxurious office he had ever seen in his entire life. And he had been inside Pepper's so that was saying something. The view of the Manhattan skyline through the floor to ceiling window was nothing short of breath taking. "I just needed him to get in here"
"Right. Of course. I knew that" 
You squinted in suspicion at his flat tone,
"Pete, are you… jealous?" You smirked, amused. But Peter wasn't in the mood for your teasing, his patience finally reaching its limit.
He was on you in a heartbeat, pushing you back against the wall, caging you with his body. There was a dangerous, possessive spark in his eyes that you had never seen before. One that promised trouble for you. 
"So what if I am?" He challenged, bracing himself on one hand on the wall next to your head, the other one slipping through the high slit on the skirt of your dress, fingertips digging on the sensitive skin at the inside of your thighs, "So what if every time I saw him put his hands on you tonight, I wanted to break his fingers? What if every time he kissed you, I felt like dying?" 
The pain was evident in his voice, breaking your heart a little. But this was you, you were a special agent, this was what you did. Peter had said he wanted you, wanted to get to know the real you. Well, this was it. 
"I'm not going to apologise for doing my job…" 
"I'm not asking you to" He interrupted
"Then what are you asking of me?" 
Peter pinned you with a long, considering look and you did your best not to squirm under its intensity.
"I'm not asking anymore, mon chérie " he finally spoke, "I'm taking"
He crushed his mouth, and his body, to yours, trapping you under his familiar weight and, for the first time since returning from the island, you felt home. He tasted like wine, and the cherries from dessert and heat. You had almost forgotten how his warmth felt like sunlight against your skin, until every starved pore opened to soak him up. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, making you moan. God, how you had missed him on your lips! 
You must have said it out loud, because you felt his smile against your jaw as he broke the kiss to let you breathe. 
"Did you, now?" He inquired, nuzzling down your neck, "Where else did you miss me, cherry?" 
You felt his long, talented fingers find their goal, tugging your underwear to the side, slipping into you with no warning once he realized how ready you already were for him.
"Did you miss me here? Did you miss me inside you?" 
There was a buzzing in your coms and the reality of what was about to happen, andwhere it was about to happen hit you like a bucket of cold water. 
"Peter, wait, not here!" Peter ignored you, lips latching onto the spot just under your ear that Peter knew made you see stars. He couldn't wait, couldn't tear himself away from you, from your body. You were already breathing hard and he knew your halfhearted resistance wasn't going to last much longer. He speeded up the movement of his fingers inside you, tearing an involuntary cry out of your mouth. He was working you expertely, wave after wave of wetness bathing his hand, undeniable proof of your pleasure. 
"Gonna leave so many pretty marks on you..." He promised, puncturing his words by biting down, hard, on the column of your neck, "Everybody's going to know who you really belong to..."
"Peter, please!" You sobbed, implored.
"Want me to stop baby girl? Really?"
You shook your head no. You didn't, you couldn't. Fuck the mission, fuck Oscorp, you only wanted to feel him. It had been too long, way too long. You took your coms out of your ear and smashed it under your hill. You'd deal with Hill later. 
Peter slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, lowering his face to your exposed chest, all wet lips and hot tongue as you hurriedly undid his button and zipper, finally freeing his angry, hard member. You pumped him once, and he bit on your nipple with enough strength to draw a single, sweet drop of blood. 
"Oh god… feels so good" Peter's words were muffled against your collar bone, as he stretched you, burying himself deep inside you, as far as he would go, "being one with you again…"
"I missed you" You confessed, "so much, baby boy!"
Peter leaned back, stormy eyes capturing yours, holding you hostage,
"Oh no, my cherry, after your little stunt calling Harry baby all night?" He tsked, "No, you don't get to call me that anymore… now, you're gonna call me 'daddy'"
With that, he started thrusting up into you roughly, hips almost cruel in their onslaught as they slammed into you, truly railing you against the wall, unyielding, unrelenting. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding on for dear life, taking what he gave you like a good girl cause that was what Peter needed from you. 
But god, did it feel good! His large thick cock, hard as vibranium, stretching you to your limits, a fit so tight you could feel every bump, every vein, as he hit all the secret spots inside you, tearing the pleasure out of you. Your orgasm was building fast, so fast it made you dizzy with the way all your blood rushed to your center. As your walls began to quiver around him, and you met Peter's fierce, furious face, you knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with just the one. Oh, no, he was going to rip out at least one more orgasm from your ravished body before releasing you. Undoubtedly not before marking you from the inside with his own release, you had long ago learned Peter was animalistic like that, all higher reasoning disappearing when it came to making you his. 
"Tell me you're mine" he breathed, demanding, against your cheek, hand sneaking between your bodies to tease your pearl, making you explode in sensation, and prolonging your climax, keeping you there where he wanted you, right on your peak until you were at the edge of sanity, your brain unable to process that much pleasure so suddenly and for so long.
You tried, but you couldn't remember how to form words, the only sound leaving your lips a delirious,
"Peter!"
"Say it, my cherry" he insisted, feeling his own release approach much quicker than he would like, but it just had been so long, and he had missed you so much and you just felt so fucking good  "let me hear you say you're mine as I make you come again…"
"Yes!" You cried, finally finding your voice, "I'm yours, Peter… only yours!"
"Damn right… all mine… only mine…"
He was almost there, and judging from the way your muscles were tensing and locking around him again, Peter knew you were too. But something was going on outside, his super hearing catching the sound of the elevator doors, and footsteps on the hallway. Still, he couldn't stop. He was so close, so fucking close… He had to come, had to make you come, before they did. There were voices outside, one of them he even recognized, telling the others to stop, to listen. Peter sneaked an arm around your waist, getting you away from the wall, moving you up and down his cock at inhuman speed, and he finally felt you fall apart. He came with a final cry of triumph… right as the doorknob started to turn. 
Faster than any human could, he ran behind the door, with you still in his arms, to buy himself a couple of seconds as he slipped out of you, fixing your dress so you were completely covered before even thinking about tucking himself back inside his pants. 
"Oh, for fucks sake!" Norman Osborn's exasperated voice was the first thing your pleasure addled brain was able to process as you stood on shaky legs, Peter's frame still hiding you from view. He took of his suit jacket, helping you put your hands through the sleeves and fastening it close.
"Put down your weapons, you goons! High security breach?.. Horny teenagers are not a menace, I should know!" Norman was still yelling at his guards. Peter turned around to face the old man, and you muffled your histerical laugh against his sweaty back, breathing him in. 
"S-sir… sorry, we-we we-were just" Peter babbled, trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, save it, boy! I know exactly what you were doing, this whole place stinks of sex!" 
You snorted and Norman finally seemed to notice who you were,
"I'm sorry, weren't you my son's date?"
You could only laugh harder.
"He passed out" provided Peter, as innocently as he managed, "in the bathroom"
"He's in the…" the billionaire's eyes widened, "Wait, you… you three were…"
"He really liked Peter" You announced, unhelpfully, fake accent restored. 
"Ignore her, please" Peter sounded apologetic, not wanting the blonde boy that had so kindly offered his friendship to him to face unjust consequences for his own fuck up "Harry has nothing to do with this. My girlfriend was just trying to make me jealous. It worked. Harry's only mistake was to get drunk"
Norman rolled his blue eyes, so alike his son's,
"A common mistake for him. Trust me, boy, you don't need to make excuses for him… God knows I got tired of making them myself a long time ago." He sighed, gesturing to his guards to check on Harry inside the bathroom.
"Now, get out of here, both of you, so I can call the cleaning crew… not Tony's son my ass, this is the exact same shit your father used to pull at all my parties!"
Peter opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but you tugged on his arm, it was pointless to try and deny it, Osborn senior was never going to believe him. 
Peter took your hand,
"Right. Of course… we'll be… going, then"
You chuckles at his cute, nervous babbling became a full on belly splitting laugh as you ran out of the office and locked yourselves inside the elevator. 
"Oh my god, his face!" You clutched at your stomach, doubled over, "that was… the best alibi in history! They didn't even search me!!" You showed Peter the tiny pendrive with S.H.I.E.L.D's logo where you had copied all the information inside Norman Osborn's computer. Peter tilted his head in confusion,
"Six, where were you even keeping that?!" Osborn's security might ot have searched you, but his own had been… pretty thorough. 
You merely winked, 
"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?"
This time, it was Peter's turn of barking a laugh. He pulled you to him, kissing your forehead.
"Come on, let's find Happy and tell him to get the car. I want to get out of here…"
And he was taking you home with him. 
To be continued...
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“You don’t know me at all,” Louis spits, managing to maintain the polite smile he’s been wearing all evening. “You’re just some asshole who always ruins my nights.”
“If I keep ruining your nights, why do you keep going home with me?” Harry asks, taking a sip from his own wine glass.
“I don’t go home with you by any choice of my own,” Louis says. “I think you’re annoying and I have no idea how I keep ending up in your bed.”
“You end up in my bed because you knock on my apartment door at two in the morning.”
Louis wants to punch the smirk right off of his face. “Maybe you should move,” is what he says instead.
or a modern day robin hood au where louis and harry (don’t really) hate each other but they hate greedy billionaires more
Strong Enough by @jacaranda-bloom I 20K I Exes to Lovers
“So…” Liam starts, and Louis instantly knows where this is going. He’s actually glad it’s Liam that's dragging the subject out from the shadows and into the light. Louis turns to face him, mirroring his position on the couch and nods, ready for him to continue. Liam takes a deep breath. “Have you spoken to Harry recently?”
Five years after Vertigo goes on hiatus, the band comes back together for a benefit concert. Can Louis and Harry work through their complicated past, or are some wounds too deep to be healed?
solid as a stone (when everything is gone) by @onlyforthebravee I 20K I ABO
“Why’d you take me with you?”
Louis startles at the question, the car almost swerving off the road in the process. He holds his breath as he waits for the twins to wake up and start wailing, but they don’t. They keep sleeping on peacefully, covered in the family blanket.
Harry’s looking at him with an unreadable expression.
Louis takes a minute, mulling it over. He answers quietly. “I hate to say it, but as much as we hate each other, I can’t bear to leave you alone to deal with this whole thing all by yourself.” and I wouldn’t be able to bear it if you died, he adds in his mind.
or, it's the zombie apocalypse and Louis is stuck with Harry, with whom he shares a complicated relationship.
once bitten and twice shy by @pinkcords I 19K I Christmas Fic
This time as his stomach rolls, there’s no doubt about it. He’s going to vomit. And if he does, it’ll be on Louis’ shoes, a nice little parting gift to go with the embarrassment he’s caused the both of them. “I’m gonna throw up,” he says just as Louis turns to look at him, blue eyes swimming with shock and confusion, and asks, “Is that true?”
Or, in a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. Ten years later, Harry's a successful lawyer at Columbia Records, coming home for Christmas for the first time since he departed for college. He plans to work his way through the trip, eat his mom's cooking, and avoid everyone from his past for as long as possible. The only problem is best laid plans hardly ever go as intended.
Equals by onlythebravekat I 12K I 1970′s AU
Louis and his family work for the Styles and live on their property. Louis has dreams of traveling the world and never having to associate with Harry in any way.
The Boxer by heyidkyay I 4K I Uni AU
At the age of twelve Harry’s life is turned upside down. After a traumatic experience, he leaves school and finds comfort in boxing. Six years later and Harry finds himself facing some of his former demons.
Again, if you read, please remember to leave kudos and/or a comment so we keep motivating our lovely, talented writers and make them feel valued
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Sometimes I Will Need You to Dry My Tears - GO Fanfic
Here is my fic written for @theineffablecon Zine! It’s my first-ever Zine and I’m pretty happy with it. Now available for all non Con-goers here and on AO3!
CW: Depression
Crowley slumped on the sofa, glaring at his mobile. They got him sometimes, the moods, the general hatred of the world, disgust at humanity being so... human, really, making a mess of their own lives. He scrolled through news feeds and updates, looking at corrupt politicians – greedy billionaires – pollution – environmental destruction – poverty – warfare.
The usual blend. Normally, he reveled in this, dove headfirst into the thick of it. Focus on the little stuff, ignore the big picture. Build a bit of chaos, see who chose to add to the evil in the world and who chose to do good. It was fun, it was exhilarating, it made him feel alive.
Not today. He felt the opposite of alive. Everything just...fell on him. Numb. Pointless. What the Heaven was he even trying to do in this world?
Five years ago, he and Aziraphale had walked out of the Ritz, free of their sides, with a whole new eternity stretched before them. Things would be different, he’d decided.
No more hail Satans, no more lurking in the shadows, no more pointless temptations assigned by superiors whose ideas of Evil were about as well-developed as their thoughts on hygiene.
Crowley was going to make a difference. He was going to make the world better. Not “more orderly and pristine,” the way Heaven sought, not “more full of empty pleasures” as Hell claimed to want. A world where humans could live their lives free of some meaningless Plan, pulled up or laid low by their own choices. And who better to pull it off than the demon who had spent six thousand years learning what made everything tick?
It was a stupid plan. He knew that now; probably knew it at the time, but the champagne had been good and Aziraphale had been smiling, and when the angel had asked what are you in the mood for next…
Well. He’d thought he could do anything.
But here he was. Five years later. What the Heaven had he done? Started a few fights in YouTube comments? Played a prank with the village electrical grid? Thrown a tomato at a bigoted arsehole who probably just went and said the same bigoted shit on the other side of the park?
Crowley hadn’t accomplished a single blessed thing. And now he couldn’t even blame his bungling superiors or some Ineffable Plan. The failure rested, as it always had really, squarely on him: a demon so inept he couldn’t even make trouble properly.
“Darling, what’s wrong?” Aziraphale appeared, framed in the kitchen door of their eclectic cottage, a mug of something steaming in each hand.
“Nothing. The usual. Stupid humans, doing pointless shit. What else is new?”
“Not that.” Aziraphale padded softly across the plush carpet to settle on the sofa beside him. “You. What’s wrong with you?”
“Nh. I’m fine. M’always fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Look at you.” He set the mugs of cocoa on the coffee table and placed a hand under Crowley’s chin, tipping his face away from the mobile screen. “I know that expression. Glowering and cold.”
“There’s nothing – this is my usual expression, Angel. I’m always...scowly.”
“Nonsense,” he tutted, sliding a little closer. “I know when you’re really upset. The Spanish Inquisition. The French Revolution. Rome.” Aziraphale’s fingers slid across Crowley’s shoulders, until his arm held the demon in a warm embrace. “I saw you like this then, face like you were trying to set the tavern on fire with your mind. And you know what I thought?”
“Probably, oh, shit, it’s that loser again.”
“Never.” He tugged Crowley’s head towards him and pressed a kiss against his temple. “I thought, oh, what has become of my lovely, clever friend?”
“Did not. Lying bastard.”
“What could have the great, marvelous Crowley so upset?” His lips found their way to Crowley’s sigil and kissed there as well.
“I know you didn’t think of me like that.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Another kiss against his cheek. “Why wouldn’t I admire someone like you?” He reached Crowley’s lips and kissed them, just at the corner, gently, carefully.
“Cuz I’m worthless. Just a – a stupid screw-up of a demon. I’m fucking useless, and you’d probably be happier if I just – just – just left you alone.”
“Don’t say that,” Aziraphale said, softly this time, but there was no hiding the note of pain.
Good going, genius, now you’ve made him upset. He’s going to realize he hates you, too. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s true. I’m a wretched – a blithering – all I do is – is ruin things. It’s all I’m good at! If I wasn’t here, you could just—”
“How dare you?” Aziraphale’s voice remained soft, but now filled with a fervent heat.
“What?”
“I said – how dare you?” Aziraphale swung his leg and pulled himself to sit in Crowley’s lap, pressing the demon’s shoulders deep into the back of the sofa with arms as strong as they were gentle. His lips grabbed Crowley’s, almost forcefully, kissing him again and again. “How dare you,” a kiss to the jaw, “say that,” another, slightly further back, “about someone,” one more trailing towards his ear, “I love?”
“Aziraphale, I know what you’re trying to do—”
“Do you?” Aziraphale buried his hand in Crowley’s hair, pulling it just enough to tip his head back, exposing his throat. More kisses followed that line down. “How dare – you insult – the being – I swore – to spend – eternity – with?” And back up the other side. “What gives you – the right – to say – such – truly – awful – things – about him?”
“I mean...he’s me. I think I know?”
“You don’t know a damned thing, then.” He reached Crowley’s lips again, and his hands grasped either side of the demon’s head, holding him in place, so he couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take every bit of passion that poured into him, filling him to overflowing. His mobile phone tumbled from fingers, sliding forgotten between the cushions. “After all this time – all these years,” more kisses, up the other side of his jaw, burning into him, “you still have no idea!”
“What’re you—” Crowley started, only to be pushed back against the sofa again.
“My dear – my darling – my love,” on the last kiss, Aziraphale reached his ear, nibbled it, and then leaned close to whisper: “You are... everything to me. My light, my guiding star. I would be lost without you, I would be alone, I would be, Lord help me, still in Heaven. But you...my Crowley...you saved me. You brought me here, to our home. You made me feel like I mattered. So please, if you love me, don’t say such things. Don’t leave. Or I’ll be lost, too.”
Crowley didn’t know when the tears had started, but they ran down his face, faster every second, and when Aziraphale pulled back, his cheeks were wet with them, too. “Angel…”
“I wish I – I could find the words...help you see how wonderful and important and breathtaking you are. I don’t even know where to begin.”
Crowley’s arms rose and pulled Aziraphale against him, and all that angelic strength melted into teddy-bear softness.
Crowley found Aziraphale’s lips and kissed them, again and again, trying to express the feelings trapped under the all-encompassing numbness that hung over him. “I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t...I wouldn’t...”
“I know. I know.” Between passionate kisses. “I know.”
“I just...I can’t...I can’t do it.” A sob escaped him. “I just...can’t help the way I feel sometimes.” He tipped his head down, pressing his forehead against Aziraphale’s. “I want to be strong for you, I do, but I’m not. I’m not.”
“Darling, you don’t always have to be.” Warm hands cupped Crowley’s face, wiping away the tears. “But please, please don’t say I’m better off without you. That isn’t...that will never be true.”
“You won’t want to be around me like this. I’m just…”
“I never want to be anywhere else.” Aziraphale leaned in, kissed him gently, on the lips, then on each eyelid. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. Let me help.”
“Nrrrrr...I don’t know!” Now Aziraphale would see how truly stupid he was. “Nothing’s wrong. I just...I’m miserable for no reason, and I don’t know how to make it stop! Are you happy now?”
“Oh, Crowley.” Aziraphale shook his head, eyes still wet. “Lay down.”
“Ngk.” Crowley blinked. “What…”
“Darling, don’t make me repeat myself. Lay down.”
Aziraphale rose onto his knees as Crowley stretched across the sofa, then lowered himself, settling across awkward limbs and gangly body, covering Crowley like a warm, heavy, soft blanket. “Is this better?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Crowley’s neck.
“Mmmmmh,” Crowley grudgingly admitted.
“Good. I don’t know how to make it stop, but I will be with you until this mood passes.” He rested his head against Crowley’s chest, settling down until the demon could feel their hearts beating together, one strong and perfect, one broken and damaged, pounding together in beautiful harmony.
Crowley closed his eyes, tipped back his head, soaking it all in. “M’glad you’re here, Angel.”
“As am I, my wonderful friend. As am I.”
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SNK 134: Why we need to move forward.
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Well...
That's horrifying...
Oh but whatever they are probably bad people in there. Thieves, greedy people, hateful mothers, men who beat their wives , liars, bullies, killers, murderers, rapist, child rapist and racist babies.
Yeah...
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This is a rhetoric that has been used for ages and is currently being used in this fandom especially on reddit and 4chan.
The justification of injustice.
When George Floyd was slammed on the ground and died because he couldn't breathe anymore, conservatives and republicans at large ignored the police brutaliy leading up to that.
He was just a cocaine or drug addict who one day pointed a gun at a pregnant lady. So he was a criminal and deserved that.
Of course ignoring the racial segregation that happened from the very legalized slavery hundreds of years ago and how poor and racially stigmatized black people are being in America right now.
When the Uyghurs are being genocided by China, the world blinds itself because China is one the worlds necessary assets in economy as it basically produces a good chunk of what is being used in the world. Most made by children, " but it makes us live "... Apparently that's the only logical reason...
When Palestinians and Israelis are literally killing each other over some complicated non sense that no one ever really understands and also Israël basically doing Apartheid at this point,
When the totality of the Middle East has turned into a warzone because of the United States's violent imperialism,
When most far right or extremist group decided that Islam and Islamic terrorism are the same thing,
When xenophobes and racist always attack immigration,
"If she wasn't wearing that skirt, she probably wouldn't have been raped",
When we have homophobes, transphobes, LGBTphobes, telling us what's natural and always bragging about "\___-_-___/ God, Holy Jesus",
When you have people who tells you that poor people chose their way of living when there are a small percent of billionaires and soon to be trillionaires having such a gigantic amount of wealth,
When 6 millions Jews were genocided which was 40% of Jewish people at the time and 2/3 of European Jews,
When the prime minister of Israël is saying that the Holocaust wasn't Hitler's Idea but Haj Amin al-Husseini, (who was extremely anti semitic, don't get me wrong)who suggested it to him maiking the prime minister a revisionist but at the same time making his actions against Palestinians justified,
When around the world Christianic places of worship are being vandalized,
When entire SYSTEMS of segregations have made societies work,
When the South American continent has been attacked by the United States because of different political beliefs,
When people use their rape as a way to attack other communities of a specific religion or color,
When Black Panthers uses racism against White people because of the story of USA and are being anti semitic but essentializing a whole group,
When Nationalistic Israelis tells you what is a good Jew and what isn't a good Jew,
When dozens of groups have been forced to extinction,
Natives who were being murdered, yeah? YOU DON'T SEE THAT A LOT IN YOUR COWBOY MOVIES ?
When literal "feminist" calls for the destruction of men while they can't educate the kids about what to do and what not to do, OH, can also be transphobic apparently,
When you have entire websites who encourages pedophilia,
And pedophiles killed, left alone and live a life of endless torment while no one does nothing to help them and fight those who encourages it even in the highest places of our society,
Oh and Hollywood, that's all I need to say.
And let's not even talk about animal brutality and the destruction of ecosystems.
And there is more and more and more and more and more and FUCKING MORE,
All that because of reasons, reasons, reasons, reasons,
All stuck in a cycle of hate, violence and discrimination that just never ends.
The selfishness,
The greed,
And at end, everything is meaningless. There is just blood.
This is what this chapter represent the meaningless of it all. How everything goes to shit...
How everyone, whether it's the oppresor or the oppresed, will justify the violence, the injustice.
Society does nothing cause society right now runs for the entitled and the entitled only and creates it's own monsters.
I want to ask those people who defend the rumbling.
After everything we saw in this manga, after what the real world has commited, after how much these real events have inspired this story, how can you say it was the only way ?
After everyone hided Hange valuable informations including Eren who had information about KRUGER who was a spy in MARLEY. Who has created a civil war in Eldia and activated the rumbling while killing Eldian civilians in the way.
After seeing the mental breakdown of Bertolt, who we don't hear about anymore, Annie and Reiner's mental breakdown over GENOCIDING AN ENTIRE GROUP OF PEOPLE, by the way Reiner totally didn't develop another persona at that time to cope with what he was doing, HUH ?
After all the deaths, Carla, Grisha, Dina, Faye Marco, Levi's squad, Ymir, Erwin, Sasha, Hange, Hannes, Floch and many others, how can you go and be like "CHAD EREN, BEING DADDY, FUCKING HIS MEAT WAIFU, PHILOSOPHER FREEDOM SEEKER"
"104th crybabies... xDdDDDD Prfrpfr"
Come on...
This isn't serious at this point.
And for the H character, we're gonna come back for her but...
GODDAMNIT!
THANK YOU, DEATH.
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This has sparked debates.
Some are thankful for this speech by the commander.
Others are finding it disingenous.
Others think it's too on the nose and not natural.
Others don't care.
On my part, I enjoy it but I take it with the context. Most of their airships have been destroyed and they are facing their doom upfront right now. It's more of a death plea at this point. Just like in the cave with Histor... GOD IT'S SO HARD SAYING HER NAME... with Historia who said truly horrible things at the point of an imminent death. At that moment, words like this can tell what you really are inside but even that is not enough to have a full picture.
It did have some interesting elements.
It is true, using, raising, breeding hate and shoving problems upon a group will always come bite you up the ass someday.
Marley in their extensive and violent coloniaslistic, imperialiatic behavior towards Eldia creates only weaknesses for them on an international field and create this monstruosity that is right now Eren.
Eren, a soldier who suffer from trauma and PTSD, who has terrible insecurities and everything to lose after losing so much and possibly in my book being influenced by another entity decides to kill them all.
But...
In no way does that justify Eren's actions, in fact it goes against it.
He is just as angry and hateful as they were back then but instead of destroying the system, he decides to genocide.
Essentializing the whole world as your ennemy and problem, and deciding to get rid of it is just continuing what has been started and continued for hundreds of years before.
No one ever thinks about the simple families, the innocent children, the homeless...
What about them Eren ?
What about the people who faced discrimination like Ramzi ?
What about the other groups that are almost extinct just like yours ?
What about the groups that tried to support the Eldians but were considered freaks ? HUH ?
What about the babies and innocent children ?
Isayama is even spelling it out for you this chapter.
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Is he not worth it ? To stop all this ?
He was born into this world just like every other baby.
Look at that while everyone, is trying to jump off, their trying to save the baby. Even if it's probably impossible. That's humanity right there.
And... jesus christ...
I literally saw people who said that the mother was dumb to give it to the people because titans were behind them.
I can't even...
Imagine if Eren is the daddy of H's Baby and that he completes the genocide, killing his friends or even persuading them and at the end he is saying you are free to this baby.
So this baby is worth more than this baby ?
He is more legitimate to live than him.
I can't even imagine what the arguments would be like with the Eren stans:
"He's protecting his friends."
While literally challenging them to fight and right now trying to kill them.
"Well, you know the Rumbling is horrible but they got what was coming for them. They did nothing to help Paradise."
While forgetting the complexity of human nature, how banalization of these acts of violence have come to be BECAUSE...
These just like me and you are just simple people. With simple lives and not too much power who can't do anything about it.
Most of the people today sees all the suffering in the world, they just don't have the power, nor the will to go against such complex geo-political conflicts.
Would you be able to just resolve the Israelo-Palestinian conflict ? I don't think so, so shut your ass down with this argument.
These people can't change the world with power that they have and the one that has the power to change that, is killing them right now. BRAVO.
" Well, uh, the child is a child, parents might be racist and uh... child maybe is racist or will become racist..."
God...
Just because someone has done horrible shits or is an horrible shit doesn't mean he should die like this.
Here it is people, how we work as human :
Fuck redemption and possible solutions, let's kill everyone who did something bad.
Y'all would have been perfect during monarchies time.
And like... having an argument on a baby should face genocide is just fucking disgusting.
AND DON'T GIVE ME THE BULLCRAP OF FICTION DOESN'T EQUAL REALITY!
That you are interested into what could bring the Rumbling in terms of thematics and story is fine.
BUT ENDORSING IT ?
Do y'all even hear yourselves sometimes ?
You just sound like every racist, bigoted, fascist and violent person that has ever existed.
You're just excited to see someone die because he commited something wrong, sadistic pricks.
You're no different. Perhaps the guy who was talking to Grisha in chapter 97, who was a Marleyan and gave serums to Eldian is right. When he was talking to Grisha, Isayama use it to break the fourth wall and talk to the readers.
Why do we watch this, all this violence ?
" Because it's fun!"
" People take peace for granted!"
" Of course we're abnormal in society's eyes."
" We wish to exterminate all eldians!"
" Your sister did nothing wrong. Shame she was an Eldian!"
The fun fact is that this guy is a racist fuck but he dies pushed by Kruger and killed by his very own creation: a titan.
Why do people endorse genocide ?
" Because it's justice!"
" They got what was coming for them!"
" Isayama is just showing us that genocide is not really wrong if you just understand the concept of morals. Puritans."
" Humanity can die, they deserve it!"
" I'm sad for Ramzi, he didn't do nothing wrong but you know... maybe he didn't have good ideas about Eldians."
While also saying why children could deserve genocide. \____@-@____/
Of course I found most of these on Reddit and 4chan, the nazi propaganda website. Tumblr is a little free of it.
Babies....
Literally babies...
That remind me of somethin'...
OH YEAH!
QUEER NO MORE.
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*put gloves on*
PUUUUUUUSSHH!!! COOOOOOOMMEEE OOONN!!!!
Breathe...
I SEEEEE THE HEAAADDD, IT'S HEREEEEEE!!!!
Natalie, bring the bucket, quick!
Of fuck she shitted on herself a little bit!
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So ?
Y'all like my fanfic ?
It's about how Erehisu is canon and how Historia is actually thinking about Eren right now because she is blushing.
But also about how Historia actually looks good and sexy while being pregnant and how she looks so happy!
She also is a lesbian that turned straight.
I'm so proud of my work.
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In all honesty...
This is... dissapointing and an insult to Historia fans. Why ? What is the purpose or the reason ? Being tragic ? To show how far Historia can go to protect her loved ones ? A female Eren so ?
I always leaned towards the fake pregnancy even if I don't know how something like that could be really pulled. I didn't understand this choice for his storytelling. The others I understand but this one...
O_o
What the fuck ?
So she really is pregnant ? But nothing leading up to it makes sense.
The character whose thematics still rings too much true for this arc is put in the background and as a breeding farm on top of that.
It even came to a point I started people to stop asking about her.
I had faith in her presence in the final arc. That she would have a role play.
But now ?
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For people who don't understand why this aspect of story is wrong, we have to break it down.
First off, Historia one of the first queer characters with Ymir in SNK. Others are suspected but these two are the few that holds a definitive representation as queer.
Most often in media or in real life, LGBT people have been forced into a situation that requires them to fall under heterosexuals lives. Here Historia is forced to be pregnant, yes in a way she agreed because of her people, but at the same time she didn't really want it.
For queer people, like me, this still rings true. Too much true. People literally forces you to go for your opposite sex everytime, to have a family.
No, stop forcing your view of your own life or desire of life on other people.
The fact that the fandom rationalizes that and says that she is happy and in love with Eren is just so fucking weird.
It either is blind ship following, heteronormativity or not understanding the story.
And I saw people saying she might be bisexual. This doesn't change anything. Also ignoring the fact that she hasn't shown any attraction to men other than women in the story.
If she is bisexual, it doesn't change anything, she is still queer. Not semi-straight AND EVEN IF SHE WAS A WOMAN WHO HAPPENED TO BE STRAIGHT, SHE IS STILL FORCED INTO SOMETHING SHE DID NOT WANT.
Bisexual is not semi-straight, semi-gay.
It's bisexual.
Bisexual, Straight and Homosexuality are not the same thing.
And if she was straight, that doesn't make it acceptable. It's just sick.
Just because you're a straight woman doesn't mean you are going to be more happy or have god like duty to have kids.
I just don't understand it...
A manga who was so progressive with his female characters reduces Historia to this.
Imagine...
Just imagine...
Eren is the father. I would shoot myself in the face. A forced straight relationship at the end for the pleasure of shonen readers and heteronormative readers.
" What if I have baby, Eren ?"
" Only if it is from me. I want him to live and have FREEDOM!"
" It's open bar, honey." *saying this after hearing the guy says he's going to genocide which goes against her own values and actions as queen*
Ew... Just ew...
And even worse she wasn't supposed to give birth right now, she was supposed to give birth in a few months.
She could DIE. SHE IS 19. This is dangerous.
Everyone is like this is normal.
THIS IS NOT NORMAL. *sigh*
This goes against what she is supposed to have as a character development.
The fact that she would be okay for genocide while as a queen she reached out to the most weak and in need is fucking incoherent.
No. This doesn't make sense. Even Eren said that Historia's action as a queen were to help others. How could she be okay sitting at her house ? Telling no one about what Eren was going to do ? And becoming a breeding farm ? What is the logic in that ?
Why make it suspicious than ?
The only thing that was able to make any logical sense to me was that the person we are seeing here isn't Historia.
I know if my theory is right, it's sick, even more sick.
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The only times we saw Historia after the timeskip was during flashbacks, the reveal at 107 and possibly at the end of 123.
If this is her at the end of 123, I want to ask you why is she all prepared, why is she all dressed up and why is she wearing the same clothes in 134 that she is wearing 107. Something doesn't add up.
She is young, small-petite, blonde and her belly and face are hidden.
I was only able to go through the theory that this is a fake Historia. Than who it is than ?
Well, I searched for female characters who look like her or who could look like Historia right now. From all the characters that we haven't seen coming coming back and that has interacted with Historia, there is only one.
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Rico Brzenska.
For those, who don't remember her : She was a Garrison Member who helped Mikasa and Eren during the Trost Arc and also helped Historia while she was exhausted during the Clash of the Titans Arc.
She hasn't appeared ever since the start of the Return to Shiganshina Arc unlike many of the older characters.
She is the only one I see who could pass as Historia I think.
I know this is still sick. But this is the only way I would be able to make Historia get out of this crappy storyline and play some relevance in the story. And if we look at Rico and Historia in 107, they kinda look the same. They have the heart shaped face, they are both small and they both have this sort of closed eyelids.
One line that just stuck with me of Rico was:
"Hiding/Lying about Eren's rampage in the report wouldn't have benefited humanity. "
This was during Eren's trial before joining the Survey Corps. What was discused was when Eren lost control of himself during the Trost Arc and attacked Mikasa.
The second line that struck was the one where she holds Historia who is exhausted in her arms:
"Wow! Who is this girl, is she okay ?"
I don't know why it just pushed that theory. And I kinda believe it now, because no one can make me believe that there is something satisfying coming out of this. Why would she sacrifice herself for Historia ? Well, I don't really know but Rico was always a little wary of Eren, even after the Trost Arc but yeah ultimately for Rico being able to give her own life for Historia. I don't know about that. But with this manga you never now. It is a very dark and twisted theory but this is the only logical thing I can see right now since no answers have been provided.
Monkey is BACK
Zeke is back and like most of us predicted, Eren dragged him with him. And I'm not gonna lie, the way he was attached to the spine was pretty badass.
He is used as a puppet which reinforces the theory for me that all three of them: Eren, Ymir and Zeke are being used by the Attack Titan.
I cannot understand Eren's illogical behavior especially after seeing the train scene where he says he wants them to live long happy lives and than having him kill his friends.
Ymir the first being free and having eyes to returning to having no eyes just like before and Eren.
And Zeke would have never agreed to the Rumbling. And we can't see his eyes either.
And...
Thank you, 104th for existing.
Because...
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After how much shit they have gone through and after how much the fandom, not just the Eren stans, have mocked them. Like the fandom has been the biggest asshole to the the Alliance while they were the ones who were able to survive through the sentence " Genocide is wrong!" that so many people seems to find to be so hard to say.
I will root for them until the bitter end, I don't care. They are the one who are fighting. You can call Cringevengers all you want but I am glad they are winning.
They all suffered like Eren but they didn't prioritize their own and only feelings above everything else and they stood by for the values they fought for since they joined the Survey Corps. Even if I have to admit they have, for most of them, conflicted feelings with what they were doing and have done things like trying to talk to Eren while it's obvious he wasn't going to talk and that in a situation like this I don't think someone would try to stop Eren by just talking.
Levi, and it would be foolish to not recognize it, is being consumed by his promise but he is restraining it and still is able to think about the bigger picture.
There's one thing I really like about this is Armin asking Eren:
"Eren... I'll ask you one last time... "What part of you is free" after we rip you out from there... "
Hehe... yes... what part of you is free ?
To be honest, there's many things I don't want for the ending.
A Lelouch Ending, it was all Eren's plan. Literally wouldn't make sense. No one would be questionning his free will and he wouldn't have these weird shits happening to him.
A Code Geass ending, why would Mikasa have to kill Eren, what does that add to her as a character ? More tragedy ? No she doesn't have the scarf, it's pretty telling what place she's at right now.
Eren being the daddy. NO, JUST NO.
Everyone dies, genocide is the right thing. You know all the worst shit that can happen.
But most of all I want important plot points to be explored and moved over because ever since the timeskip, there has been no important plot points out the way. Eren's behavior, Ackertalk, Bertolttalk, Historia's Condition, Paths stuffs, answers!
Whatever... Trust me Peace is not something I take for granted. Being proud of myself and having a life with the least conflict and problem is something you fight for. Having rights, being recognized as a human.
Never lose that, fight for it. But never with injustice, be smarter and stronger. Cause at the end what unites us is not only what we have in common but what the perspective of what we have not in common can make a bigger picture of what we are as humans. We all are different and have a different story with similarities but in the end, we are human and born into this world. And in that, we must move forward. In the present, because of the past and for the future.
We all wish for the problems to go away but if it's for the solutions to be rigged with injustice, it will not work. No one has acheived with genocide and never will.
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It's kinda sad that this long of a post has to say this. Did y'all see that ? Pretty inspiring what I wrote. Oh well you know what ? If they can be bigoted why can't I myself.
Here's a song I wrote:
(Fuck everyone and you.
We hate women
There are only 2 genders, the breeder and the breeded.
Everything is degenerate.
We hate brown, Arab and Muslim people.
Genocide is cool
And Hitler was too.)
I know but you know what, at least if they want a spy for Nazi Germany someday. They'll know not to give it to me because I'd laugh at the stupidity of the people just like you and I are doing with the rest of world cause for all the shits it gives us, it's entertaining.
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Gala and “I’m allergic to bullshit.”
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Word count: 2244
Link for it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26180371
Notes: Hey! This was beta'd by @3ambird​ , who is an amazing sweetheart and improves evertything they touch. Thank you for the help!
Galas were never fun. Bruce had hated them as a kid, and hated them as teen, and he hates them as an adult. Still, he has to maintain appearances, so he always attends. And as his family grew, his kids were forced to attend as well.
Dick Grayson was particularly good at socializing. After he moved past his teenage rage, of course. He used to get in passive aggressive arguments with the rich CEOs and company owners all the time. He still does, but at least now he was good at it to the point where it almost couldn’t be recognized as an argument, instead of jumping on the necks of greedy millionaires that bought land out of poor people.
That was an interesting headline.
Jason sucked at galas. Soon enough, he figured out that if he started enough awkward conversations, people wouldn’t want to talk to him anymore. Especially the creepy single older women, pinching his cheeks and squeezing his biceps.
“Say, Claire, what’s your opinion on the alarming rate at which the bees are disappearing? They say that’s because of all the chemicals we put in our food.” He’d smile, carefully holding his glass. Bruce would struggle to hide his gasp, because Jason, that’s the owner of the highest earning pesticides company in the country.
“Well, Roger, I’m certain that the legalization of abortions would be a great thing, considering that now your mistresses won’t have to be sent overseas to terminate the unwanted preganancies you give them, right?” He’d say, and Bruce would nearly have a heart attack, because Jason, that’s the president of Gotham’s conservative party.
“Oh, you see, Sandra, I think that gay marriage should not only be legalized, but encouraged. If straight couples were to cease existing, then no more children would be born, and honestly, no one needs any more of those snotty gremlins running around, ruining perfectly good tapestry.” And Bruce would faint, because Jason, for God’s sake, that is the leader of the Gotham’s Motherhood Association.
Tim wasn’t all that bad. He could be social with a little effort, and he was far more used to galas than any of the other family members, having grown up attending them. Of course, all of that was only valid when he wasn’t sleep deprived, which, considering all he had on his plate, was roughly 32% of the time. When he was running on three hours of sleep and seven cups of caffeine a day, trying to finish a project, run his share of the Wayne Enterprises, and manage school work, he became a bit more irritable and impatient. And extremely impulsive. Which is mainly why Bruce asked Dick to stand by his brother through most of the night.
“We both know you’re his impulse control, Dick.” He said, adjusting his oldest son’s tie “Remember what happened the last time he was left unattended for fifteen minutes?”
“He got into an argument with a young Creationist and dunked his own head in an ice bowl after screaming ‘Fuck God! I can hear colors and dinosaurs rule!’” Dick sighed, “Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on him.”
Cass despised them, but Bruce insisted she should attend anyway. More often than not, she’d just stay at the table, tasting as many appetizers as the waiters would bring her, and shooting murderous looks at anyone who sneered at her. Bruce was relieved that at least she wasn’t cracking any bones.
Damian was... Better than Jason and worse than Dick. He had an unamused expression through most of the event, and would unceremoniously swat away any hands that tried to pinch his cheeks. Other than that, he wasn’t much trouble. The real trouble were galas all Wayne kids attended. The five of them could cause enough trouble when they were apart, together they were the embodiment of chaos.
And this was supposed to be a calm, slightly boring family evening. It really was.
But Bruce just had to bring all five of them.
Everything had to go just right. As they walked in through the red carpet, the media was eating up the image of the six Waynes dressed formally; Each of them had a tie color matching their hero uniform (a cheeky thing they enjoyed doing to play with the theorists minds), Dick had a dark blue one, Tim and Jason slightly varying tones of red, Damian had a green one and Bruce had a black one. Cass wore a long black dress that sparkled when it was hit by the light in just the right way.
The first sign was the reporter, who, while aggressively pointing a microphone in their faces, asked pushy questions about relationships and the like, nothing out of the ordinary, until he shoved it in Cass’ face and asked her if she could even speak. Jason almost broke the man’s nose. Bruce silently thanked God for Dick, who stepped in front of the man before that happened.
“Try some shit like that again pal, you’ll hear from our lawyers.” He led his sister inside, a protective hand on her back.
They calmed down. And Bruce still had hopes that this would be a quiet evening.
Looking back at it, he doesn’t know why.
Because as Dick and Cass were at the bar, ordering drinks, a woman stood next to them, trying to make small talk. Neither of them seemed too interested in her; she is a hassle at every gala, making weird advances on all of the boys. Today, however, she was a little more tipsy, and Bruce couldn’t quite make out what exactly the conversation was about, but Dick was clearly uncomfortable and Cass was fuming. The woman kept grabbing at him, sliding her hands over his tie, squeezing his arms. And then she squeezed his ass, and it took Cass less than a second to break her nose.
If they were any other family, Cass would have been thrown out of the party, but they were the Waynes, and you do not throw a Wayne out of a party. If she punched a middle-aged woman, then she punched a middle-aged woman. Bring her a glass of water and some ice for her injured hand.
Of course, it didn’t end there.
Bruce was still surprised he didn’t have gray hairs yet.
Because Damian had discovered and made friends with a stray cat in the garden, and Jason had a laser pointer, because of course Jason had a laser pointer, and the cat ended up knocking down not one, not two, but three expensive pieces of pottery, shattering them on the gravel floor. And when the house owner saw the damage, he turned pale and had to hold back his tears. Jason laughed.
“-tt-.” Damian stated, adjusting his suit “You owe that cat a favour,those vases ruined the garden’s aesthetic. Regardless, I’m sure father will be more than happy to compensate you for the damages.”
He walked back to the party slowly, passing by the man who would need some time to make it back.
Once Jason broke him the news, Bruce thought (and hoped) that that would be it.
But no, the night was young, and there was so much time left and the batsibilings for sure wouldn’t waste it.
The previous statement about sleep deprived Tim?
Well.
Tonight, he had to pick a fight with an essential-oil-loving, antivax mother. Simply because he liked to torture himself. And because nobody realised he was alone until Bruce spotted him in the crowd, eye twitching as a woman rambled about all the heavy metals and chemicals that vaccines had in them. He thought about getting to him, but he knew it was too late. There was no going back now.
“Well, you see Karen,” He started.
“Uuum, my name’s Patricia.” She interrupted.
“I’m a billionaire’s heir, I don’t give a shit.” He said “Anyways. As I was saying, the thing is, I’d rather take the chance of being injecting myself with mercury than, oh, I don’t know, get meningitis and fucking die?”
The circle went quiet. Another woman, wanting to dissipate the tension, tried to restart the conversation.
“I-I mean, I don’t understand why can’t they make something safer, right? Like, when we used to throw those smallpox parties, why won’t they make something that works like that? So that we can build a natural immunity instead of all of those chemicals.” She laughed awkwardly.
Tim slapped his own face so hard that it attracted a lot of eyes.
“How. Do. You. Think. Vaccines. Work. Susan?”
“M-my name is Mary.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” He answered. And just in time, Dick swooped in.
“Hey, Timmy!” He greeted “Can I borrow this guy for a second?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he guided Tim out to the garden.
“Fucking idiots.” He muttered “I don’t know how they have so much money. They’re all fucking idiots, Dick. I’m surrounded by dumbasses.”
“There, there.” He said “Okay, we’re far enough.” He looked around “Go ahead.”
And Tim let out the most horrendous, rage filled scream any of those guests had ever heard. Because of course they heard it. Bruce sighed and shrunk on his chair.
“Better?” Dick asked as he finished, patting his back.
“So much.” Tim answered.
“You should’ve slept a little before this.”
“No way. I’m totally fine.” He answered “I had three cans of monster before we left, so I feel great.” Dick raised an eyebrow, worried.
“Whatever you say, buddy.” He led him back inside, tidying up his brother’s hair “Just... No more picking fights with moms tonight, okay?”
And Bruce thought that was enough. Bruce was certain that this would be the last incident.
But his kids just loved proving him wrong.
He thought that the best strategy would be to ask them to stick together, so that Dick’s responsibility and social skills would keep his feral siblings under control. He should’ve known it would backfire.
The last he checked, they were making small talk with some CEOs on the edge of the room, away from the dance floor. Jason, Cass and Damian seemed completely bored, Tim was clenching his jaw for some reason, and Dick tried his best to look polished and polite.
“So, I heard that Wayne Enterprises have a new project?” One of them asked, chest so projected forwards it looked like it was about to explode.
“Yes. Yes we do.” Dick said, smiling politely “We’re opening up a refugee housing program.”
“Oh, so that’s what those buildings are for?”
“Yes, exactly!” He exclaimed, opening his arms in a seemingly natural manner “We are building apartments to shelter them. It’s nothing fancy, but we can charge a cheaper rent than most, and not charge at all for the first six months, giving them a chance to properly establish themselves here.”
“Well, I must say,” Puffed up chest guy stated, “I can’t see why not to give them to good old Americans instead. There’s a lot of homeless people nowadays, you see.” He leaned forward as he talked.
Damian perked his head up, but didn’t say anything. Cass and Jason seemed to be listening. Tim’s left eye twitched.
“Actually,” Tim started “The company has very stable, successful projects to help the homeless.”
“I’m familiar with those, yes.” He arrogantly dismissed the teen “But, you see, I just can’t understand why not open the housing to tax paying Americans instead of some...”
“Potential terrorists?” Damian suggested, arms crossed, scowl on his face.
“...Foreigners.” He completed.
“Well, since you ask, we are currently planning on the possibility of eventually opening vague apartments to Americans too.” Dick answered, swirling the liquid in his glass around “But the priority now really are the refugees.”
“I don’t see why can’t we prioritize our own people.” He insisted “I’m simply concerned for the well being of our poorest patriots.”
Dick blinked.
And here’s why Bruce should have known it would backfire.
Because, yes, Dick was able to cool them down...
But they were able to fire him up.
And so, like the charismatic man he was, he covered his nose a little, rubbing at the end, and faked a loud sneeze.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” He started “You see, I have this strange condition.” Dick stared at the man in the eye, the guy who had bought an old building people were squatting at, just to demolish it and doom them to the streets with no care or compensation, and, knowing this and so much more, said “I’m allergic to bullshit.”
And his siblings went feral again.
Tim and Jason screamed an ‘Oooooooooh!’, Damian pointed at the man and laughed loudly, and Cass snorted, covering her mouth in surprise.
Dick didn’t break eye contact as he drank the last of his champagne.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” He said “I have to go look for better company.” Dick left the empty glass at the nearest table and adjusted his suit, smiling “Have a nice evening.”
As he walked away, the gang followed close behind, all of them very excited about how Dick, the composed, calm, cool, polite and polished Dick Grayson-Wayne, had just burned a millionaire in front of his economic allies. As the party reached Bruce, the man once again seemed to sink into his chair. Dick sat next to him, radiating confidence and charm.
“Do I wanna know?” The man asked.
“No,” Dick answered, grinning but not looking at the man “No you don’t.”
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Sebastian Shaw textually represents American values, politics, and ways of thinking, or at least used to. Not subtextually, but textually. But he hasn’t been written as such in years. And I think partly that’s because in 2009, a change was made to his history that made him have been Emma Frost’s former abusive lover, and writers prefer to focus on that---Emma is a far more popular character, and it’s a PERSONAL story rather than a political one---and because, if they go with this criticism as hard as some former writers did, they risk alienating a good chunk of their audience. Because while lots of people will agree with the message of “oh yeah don’t be mean to minorities” in a bland general way, Shaw represents a criticism of something FAR more specific, and far more culturally beloved. The American dream. I’m not reaching with this either, this is not simply my opinion, this is stated in the text itself: ”By the age of 30, Shaw had earned his first million. By 40, his first billion. He wasn’t just living the American dream, Sebastian Shaw was the American dream.” - X- Men: Hellfire Club #4” So, what does that mean, the American dream? The American dream is the ideal that anyone can make it if they work for it. That it doesn’t matter who you are, what you are, or where you come from, you can do it if you believe. And Shaw does]. Shaw is smart, he’s determined, he believes in himself, he never gives up, and he becomes a multi-billionaire for it. That’s lovely. It’s also the cherry on top of a stew of very dangerous boot-strapping ideas that blames people for their own poverty and the suffering that comes with it----suffering that ironically Shaw himself has been through. He grew up a deeply impoverished child and his mutation manifested due to literal class violence; a group of preppy college guys beat him up for being a poor kid on scholarship, for basically getting out of his place. More on that HERE. And yet despite this history, when Shaw himself becomes rich he espouses these views: “Our costumes signify our abandonment of the modern age–with its cloying ethics and bourgeois mercantile principles, where society is bent on protecting people from themselves at an cost—for a far simpler one…where a man was limited solely by the scope of his imagination, his ambition, his daring. And bound only by his own personal sense of honor. Society—the common herd–means nothing. The individual is all.” - New Mutants #22 “He [Shaw] will tolerate no inefficiency, no waste, no weak-minded liberalism.” —X-Men:The Legacy Quest Trilogy, Book Three, by Steve Lyons Bishop: “Out of the goodness of your heart?” Shaw: “Enlightened self-interest.” -  Uncanny X-Men #453 These are quotes that reflect very real-world libertarian and Objectivist politics. Shaw’s not a conservative, I should stress---as much as one might WANT to label him such, his investment in individual rights, individual self-interest, individual achievements, and personal freedoms above all else, including disdain for common morality and belief that one should set one’s own personal code of honor (which he did, very early in his writing, believe it or not), is much more Libertarian. Shaw is Black King of the Hellfire Club, I can’t really see him getting fussed over same-sex marriage or abortion the way conservatives do. His use of the phrase “enlightened self-interest” is also a real-world term in the philosophy of ethics. These quotes represent a lot of ideas that many people do find appealing---the values of individualism, of people choosing their own codes of honor rather than having them enforced by society and the government, of not being controlled by silly government things like safety regulations, the idea everyone should earn everything they have, that the government should not be trying to protect people from themselves (the term “nanny state” is often used by libertarians)---and there is even merit in them. There are good ideas here. But it’s coming from a villain. Sebastian Shaw is a bad guy. We are not supposed to agree with him. We are meant to see his point and his point of view (back when he was allowed to have one; he’s really not now) but at the end of the day, probably not to think he’s right. So, this man is textually referred to as The American Dream, he says these quotes, and he is the bad guy. A bigger criticism of these deeply held American values around “hard work” and “no big government” and individualism---for America is a deeply individualist country---would be hard to come by. Shaw also provides a comment both on how people from an underclass will turn on their own and how in fact our culture trains us to do so, and on America’s history with Communism, the antithesis of the ideals Shaw represents, and how that’s affected us to this day. Again, Shaw grew up very poor. He’s a self-made man, and very proud of that, and that is indeed the American ideal. And I think he represents very well both how people are ready to step on others once they themselves become successful enough to do so, but also how well Americans as a people are trained to RESIST what’s good for us. After all, the biggest haters of welfare here in the South (where I live) are the same poor white people who are on it. We’re a people who will vote to take away social programs and healthcare not just from others, but OURSELVES, because we are just that indoctrinated against anything that we think smells even close to socialism or Communism-----and Shaw was indoctrinated too, to a much more EXTREME degree than we are today. He’s in his 40s when he first shows up in the 80s, which means he was born in the late 30s, so he would have been growing up during the era of McCarthyism and the second Red Scare, when the American nation was actively terrified of Communism on mass scale and it was a HUGE impact on the culture. Combine that with being born in terrible poverty, and no wonder this guy grew up to embody all the worst excesses of capitalist greed and cruelty! Which is not to say he has an excuse to be the way he is, but just that, like most villains, he has a reason, and it’s actually more interesting than just “well he’s greedy” as it’s often boiled down to. But writers like to boil it down to that. It’s simple to understand...and it doesn’t take risks. You don’t risk pissing anyone off with another “greedy rich guy” cliché villain. That’s a very safe villain, very shallow, very easy to hate. You also don’t take risk with the “Emma’s evil ex” stories. That’s also a very safe villain, very easy for readers to hate and root against, and personal rather than political. But if writers today started having Shaw espouse the politics he previously did, that would NOT be a “safe” move. They would risk readers being pissed off because their own views are coming from a man who is unquestionably, irredeemably, and unrepentantly the BAD guy. Shaw believes things I suspect a great many X-Men readers believe, and will be angry at seeing critically examined and challenged. It’s easy to agree with stuff like “minorities shouldn’t be murdered” for readers, but Shaw takes on much more specific and deep issues that, while they do move the target away from the mutant minority metaphor, are worth discussing and make him a deeper, far more interesting character than he gets to be anymore….and I would like to see him be again.
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