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"Because I said so" straight up isn't as good an answer as you think it is.

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I love uninstalling shit. Get out of my computer.

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manon and lara being besties at lollapalooza 2025 source video

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"what if you regret it" what if I don't?

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guys. i really like you. it's nice to be on this dashboard together

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Thieves Guild

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tonight i swore a blood oath to the minimum wage workers at my local subway

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it sucks that the backrooms and by extent liminal spaces turned out the way they did in popular culture. i love dreamy places not because they're full of Scary Screatures or whatever but because they're fun and interesting and cool and a perfect place for a girl like me to lay her eggs

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LIKE- NUH UH! ☝️

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Bullseye

Nightfall Ruggie x reader

Things always seem easier then they actually are. All the movie actors seem so unperturbed, calming emptying bullet after bullet into enemies, aiming with a cigar tucked in their lips. Wielding that gun with a single hand, smirking down at the poor soul before them.

Pulling the trigger without a shred of discomfort.

Contrary to how you were now. Two hands gripping on a pistol, your arms trembling from the recoil. Every shot shook your soul, your bones rattling. It took all your strength not to stumble back, dropping the weapon.

A tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see no one. A hand wraps around the mufflers, yanking them off your head. You swipe blindly at the man standing behind, annoyed.

“Time for a break, yeah?”

A cheeky grin, his sandy blond hair swaying with his every movement. Reaching forward, he plucks the gun out of your hands, setting it down. Making a show of staring at the target, he curls his hands into binoculars, peering over at the aftermath of your shoots.

“One, two, three. All off the target!”

Rubbing his fist into the scalp of your head, he slings an arm around your shoulders, the weight strangely reassuring. You lean back into him, sighing from his warmth.

He smelt of the crisp scent of evening sun, and the sugary sweet aroma of freshly baked doughnuts. Out of the corner of your eye, you spy some crumbs lining his collar. You swipe a finger over them, dusting them onto the floor.

“Snacking again, Ruggie Bucchi?”

He shrugs, chuckling softly.

“Can’t help it. Your doughnuts are rather tasty.”

Huffing, you aim an elbow into his ribs, watching him wince.

“Those were for us to share.”

Blinking at you, he stares at you with those wide carmel eyes of his. Feigning innocence. It would have been more effective, if he wasn’t grinning, pearly white canines peeking through his lips.

“Really?”

“Ruggie!”

“Kidding! Geez, you’re so uptight.”

Pulling out a paper bag from behind him, he makes a show of presenting its contents to you. Six doughnuts, freshly baked. Still warm from the oven, that warm sugary sweet aroma beckoned you closer. You lean forward, just about to pluck one particular tasty looking one, when the bag’s swiped from right underneath your nose.

“Nah uh! Winner winner… doughnut dinner!”

Ruggie holds the bag high over his head, beaming down at you. Muttering a few curses, you struggle, blindly grabbing for the bag. He dangles it before you, just within your grasp. Before he yanks it up, high above your head.

He tilts his head, gesturing you towards the shooting booth.

“Get one shot within the target first, then you get a doughnut.”

Groaning, you trudged back to the booth, wrapping your hands around the gun, the metal throbbing with heat. You flatten your palms against it, raising it up to eye level.

“Remind me why we’re doing this again.”

“Because, you’re so ever fond of allowing criminals to frequent your establishment.”

Ruggie drawls, in an exaggerated sing-song voice.

“Can’t blame a guy for getting worried, yeah?”

Giving you an affectionate pat on the small of your back, Ruggie positions himself behind you. Tilting his head from the left to the right, gauging the trajectory of your shot.

His chin finds its way onto your shoulder, his hair brushing against your cheek. Reaching out towards the gun, he cups your hand in his. Pushing gently, tilting the weapon.

“A little more to the left.”

Soft whispers, curling into your ear. You could feel his every breath, caressing your face. His chest pressed against yours, his heart thumping into your skin. His hand wrapped around yours, his warmth flowing into you.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s it.”

His finger curled into the trigger, resting over yours. Tapping your finger gently, he turns to face your ear. Close enough for his lips to brush your earlobe. They were soft, almost delicate.

You could just imagine the way they’ll fit against yours, melting into a seamless fit.

A nibble. His teeth lightly tugging at your earlobe, before they’re replaced with his lips, carefully kissing the offending area. You yelp, fingers clutching at the gun.

Pressing the trigger.

The recoil shoves you back, leaving your back to slam against Ruggie, both of you stumbling backwards, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist.

You stare at the target in shock, the bullet imbedding itself deep into the head of the target.

A breathless chuckle, before a kiss is pressed into into the plush of your cheek. Turning, you meet the elated eyes of Ruggie Bucchi. He shoots you a crooked grin, particularly shining with pride.

“What did I tell you?

Bullseye.”

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Savanaclaw's Butler

Ruggie x butler reader

It's hard to serve someone so accustomed to looking after himself.

You're kept on your toes by that incorrigible master of yours. Before you can even greet him, he already made the bed, halfway out of the door.

You can't even clean his room. It's always in tip-top shape, everything freshly dusted, squeaky clean. You do what you can, but it's never much. Open the windows,airing the room. Idle hands curl around the curtain's ribbon, pulling them into an elaborate bow. A little too much for the curtains, but it helps you pretend that you're useful.

You're a butler in the loosest sense of the word. You look after your Master, remind him of appointments, and try to ensure that he has some sense of decorum. You're more of an exasperated child locked in some trivial rivalry with another child.

Ruggie Bucchi. The master who insists on one-upping everything you do. You're sweeping the floor? There's no need for that. Ruggie already went over the entire level with a broom. He'll say that he wanted the exercise, stifling his laughter. You'll stare at him,visibly annoyed. That only makes him laugh harder, a toothy grin spread wide across his face.

Aw, don't be mad. He'll find a use for you soon enough. Just stick around, yeah?

You were ever so eager for something to do. However, you never expected Ruggie to come to you. A knock on your door, kunckles rapping away on the wood. Twisting the knob, you peer through the crack. Ruggie's standing outside, hands deep in his pockets. He's bouncing on his heels, ears flicking nervously.

"Master?"

He shoots you a sheepish smile, before gesturing for you to follow him. There was barely any time to dress. You end up throwing whatever you could on, before rushing after Ruggie. He slows his pace, until you're walking side by side with him.

"Sorry about calling you this late at night..." He chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

"You're my master. It's my duty to answer your call." The standard reply. Prim and proper.

Ruggie grimances, before he swings an arm around your shoulders. He practically yanks you towards him, bumping his head against yours. His laugh comes out in short breaths, a familiar sound.

"That's the most textbook answer of textbook answers. Loosen up, yeah?"

His eyes meet yours, gentle in their gaze. Ruggie's hand reaches for your arm, rubbing comforting circles into your skin. You feel your shoulders loosen, relaxing slightly.

That was a mistake.

Ruggie's arm dipped down to your waist,shoving you towards a wall. Your body thumps against the wall, the cold nibbling at your back. Frost creeps up the base of your spine, chilling your bones to the core. Fingers graze the side of your chin, he tilts your head upwards. Forcing you to meet his eyes.

The mischievous spark in his eyes bloomed into a raging flame, burning brightly within. A sly smirk played across his lips, pulling it up. His laugh, grated at your ears. You were in no mood to laugh along.

Leaning in, Ruggie's lips are just a hair away from your right ear. You could feel each and every one of his breaths. Fluttering in your eardrums, warm to the touch.

A sultry whisper, tinged with a certain slyness:

"There's only you and me here, after all."

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The lion, the hyena, and the cheetah =^..^=

Read the story fully cooked and many more on my ko-fi here!

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Damon Albarn / 1996

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GIRLS WHO WANT BOYS WHO LIKE BOYS TO BE GIRLS

damon albarn in the music video for girls & boys (1994)

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BLUR / TOTP / 1996

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nerd armin hc's! art by musapylsa on tt/twt

cw for implied public sex, lots of biting, + tongue piercing, somnophilia(nsfw)

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the type of guy to wait when your classes are over. he would loiter in the hallways , the jocks and popular kids brushing past him as he fixes his glasses, holding science books to his chest as he fiddled with his phone - checking your schedule.

he's a creeper, a stalker. as far as you were concerned, you always saw him hangout with his two friends, eren, mikasa and some other folks, jean..sasha?...connor? wait no, connie!

you would sometimes catch him staring way too long, eyes always on you and when you finally notice, he would blink and fix his glasses, a knuckle raising to arrange it on his face.

he would "accidentally" drop something on the ground if he was ever randomly beside you, and he knows how nice of a person you are, so you pick up whatever he dropped and he just smiles inwardly, checking you out from the back with zero to no shame.

the type to literally take pictures of you secretly and masturbate the fuck out of them the moment he's home.

"o...ohh...ahnn.." his hand fists his cock aggressively, throwing his head back as he whimpers, thighs shaking as he finally comes down, cum dribbling down his fingers.

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another thing about him is he owns porn magazines, he stashes them away under his bed and fantasizes all the girls on the pages are you.

he would full on hump the covers, his pillow just to imagine some type of body underneath his, squeezing and moaning like a dog in heat, his brain can only think of one thing and that's you.

other times when he's not ejaculating, he talks about you to his other online friends when he games.

"they're so...h-hot..like.." he says in the microphone, grinning ear to ear as he talks about you in excruciating detail.

the guys on the other side would either cheer him on or snicker at his desperation, "woah..dude, did you like, jack off to them or something??" typical. they wouldn't get it.

"s-something like that." armin bites his lip, finishing the game and logging off.

obsessive crush behavior

this man is always on his phone/laptop so for sure he's got some online stalking habits you're not aware of at all.

he analyzes all of your old posts, every story and event you've been to, and even have them memorized in case you ever talked to him.

+ he's probably the type to over intercept basic kindness as 'romantic interest', "they smiled at me! they must want me!"

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random stuff he does

• compliments you in an awkward, creepy sort of way, "hey....y-your collarbones are pretty.." then he'd mentally face palm thinking about how miserably bad he is at flirting.

• stares at you wayyy too long for any normal person, a hand on his chin as his eyes hyper-analyze your movements, then panics when he gets caught.

• brings up painfully niche hyperfixations and info dump people about it, (comics, anime, gaming) and they would have NO clue what he would be talking about LMFAOO

• does that nervous push glasses thing, how? uses his middle finger to nudge the bridge of his glasses up. he's particularly nervous when you finally speak to him or is around him suddenly.

if you're in a relationship

he's actually ecstatic, finally having you all to himself, that means he could do whatever he wanted right?

he's willing to share and do everything with you, from sharing his clothes, to showering, sleeping in the same bed. all of it.

the type to just touch you all over. hugs and cuddles you, kisses your neck and bites the same spot he touched with his mouth.

only for you to have tons of red bruises littering your skin the next day.

• doesn't let you go until you really beg him to let you go.

"i won't even be that long... seriously." you say, waiting for a response , only for your boyfriend to glare at you albeit a little pouty.

"...f...fuck. you can't just leave me here, i want your attention too."

he nervously plays with the ends of his sleeves, drawing the cloth over his knuckles and fiddling with it.

sometimes you couldn't help but feel bad, even though there was nothing to feel bad about.

"...fine. i'll stay.. okay?" you nod defeated, reaching out for him to hug his head to your tummy.

he immediately reciprocates, pressing his face into your torso and inhaling deep.

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sometimes in public, he would drag you to a small spot where he swears no one goes to, and just grinds his body over yours, just to get some friction.

making out with you is his favorite activity, besides fucking the shit outta you at home.

he grinds and grabs your everything, hands all over your ass, squeezing as he bites the inner corner of your neck, sucking the skin until he's satisfied with the new colour.

you feel the cool metal of his piercing lave over your hot skin and you whine for him to stick it in you already.

• WOULD make you suck him off under the seat of his desktop space WHILE gaming.

he's so nasty he doesn't even hide it, "hey?! can i get an assist? cmon!" someone online yells into the microphone , he's pretty skilled with using the keyboard with only one hand, so he easily guides your head with his fingers rooted into your scalp and helps bob your mouth just right until he feels his cock twitch, eventually cumming inside and you have to swallow it.

he tries so hard to hide his little huffs of satisfaction, wryly grinning as he sees your cum painted face under the seat.

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has this 'habit' he's never told you about.

whenever you would sleep before him in your shared bed , he would climb over you and just go to town. removing each layer of your clothes, and leaves you vulnerable in your underwear, spreads your legs open and makes you cum in your sleep.

you involuntary shiver when you feel his tongue lave over your hole, his fingers playing over where you're most sensitive and coat his tongue in your juices.

'how are you not waking up?' a few sleeping pills dumped into your drink earlier must've did the trick. he wouldn't tell you though, or you'll probably, seriously hate him.

and that was the last thing he wanted. besides..he's got you all to himself now!

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+ note this fanart literally revived the aot fandom idc i had to write something. link to the art! link 2