#auuuugh

[ladyofthebookcase]

i don’t think i posted these

[masterpost]

[cowsnotcrows]

I don’t think I’m ever going to recover from how Hyuna died by FRIENDLY FIRE

she’s spent so long, worked so hard in the resistance. They are her family. And she has to die by THEIR hands, not the system she was fighting against.

because Luka was always her weakness

[aclockworkbell]

This shot is so fucking funny to me, cause from ekko POV he’s trying to stop an evil robot god from essentially killing everyone and then he sees jayce getting brainwashed by the so called robot god while everyone just gets wired into the robot hivemind

The way that Viktor puppet just stares at him like “you’re ruining our moment” chill dude nobody is taking him away from you. Even having his slutty little robot on guard, mister homotron 900 out here really wants some privacy with his partner

[weirdplutoprince]

Brother dear

[cassoliravioli]

I think uzi would be actually pretty down bad for "murderous-n-mode" once she got over the trauma of being almosf killed by him. Idk just some thoughts

[crynburne]

wakaba mutsumi in the ak collab so cute i had to steal her entire fit for my babygirl

look at her she's so cuuuuute 🥺

[whitewolf-the-unforgiven]

[jesuistrestriste]

(18+) milf!tashi and dilf!art sharing younger reader.

they worship your body with their hands and their lips and their teeth like you’re their first taste of sustenance. tash kisses up the nape of your neck while she pushes art’s head down to urge him to start licking at your warmth. she laughs into your skin when you jolt and reach back to grab her forearm, feeling art’s wet mouth engulf you completely as he hollows his cheeks around your sensitive parts. the blonde moans into your flesh and holds your thighs steady as he flicks his tongue, and tashi moves around to your front to ease you down into the cold sheets. she smirks and strokes your face.

“open up for me, honey,” she murmurs, in a tone that’s softer than you’ve ever heard from her before. you’re not sure why tonight is different, but it is. they can’t seem to keep themselves away from you.

and it’s easy to comply when she’s all you see; warm brown eyes and pretty bobbed hair. it also certainly helps that art’s drooling and suckling at you like you’re made of caramelized sugar. it melts you from the inside-out.

she waits until your head is laid flat on the bedding, and then she’s adjusting the purple strap that bobs above your nose. her gentle touch moves to angle the rubbery length down towards your parted lips. her own do the same when she watches the way you start to lap at the tip.

you do it like a pro because you’ve done this before—you’ve let them play with your body until your brain is clotted with breath-stealing pleasure and heavy amounts of praise. they both give it to you so willingly; always. they’re good at it.

she rocks her hips and lovingly forces you to take the inches down your tight throat. art humps the mattress underneath him to the same rhythm and begins to slide two fingers into your entrance, curling them repeatedly to dig into that special spot and tear whimpers from your chest. the woman above you only pauses her grinding pelvis to wipe away the tears of exertion that cling to your lashes. you see a flash of metal, her wedding band, and then you suddenly become aware of the fact that you can also feel art’s.. coated in your abundant slick and rubbing your walls as he fingers you relentlessly.

“that’s it.. you take us so well..” she croons.

and you do, coming with a muffled cry around the silicone and filling art’s mouth with your gratitude.

they like you best like that, anyways.