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Gritos e berros cortavam o zumbido ensurdecedor que soava em seus ouvidos, as fortes emoções borbulhando em sua cabeça fazendo parecer que a comemoração da seleção norueguesa estivesse a milhares de quilômetros de distância, mesmo sabendo que não era o caso.
Gabriel sabia que se levantasse a cabeça, veria aquelas camisetas vermelho-sangue remando atrás do tambor que Haaland tocava. Sabia que ele estaria com um sorriso triunfal em seus lábios, e não queria presenciar aquela vista tão cedo.
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Nightshades growing out of your mouth by sangredeprata for nudziaaaarz
Fandoms: Limp Bizkit (Band)
15 Aug 2025
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“I'm fine.” Wes forced through his teeth. “Just… had a weird dream” He laid back down on his side, facing the wall as he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Fucking crazy night.”
“I heard that.”
“Fuck you, go back to sleep.”
Sam chuckled, turning to face Wes. He raised his arm, reaching to circle it around the guitarist’s waist. It stopped mid-air as his eyes finally focused on the tiny dots littering Wes’ lower back, and his smile widened. “Hey.” He called out, voice soft and warm.
“What.” Wes answered drily, head turning slightly to side-eye his bandmate. He opened his mouth, prepared to throw shitty remarks at Sam. He closed it after noticing how soft Sam’s features looked in the little light of the room, and he just stared, waiting. Shivers ran down his spine when he felt rough, calloused fingers run through his warm skin.
Sam fingers slowly trailed across the freckles, tracing mindless patterns on his skin as a laugh bubbled up on his throat. “You have freckles. On your butt.” He giggled loudly. “Oh my god, this is awesome.”
THIS WORK IS FINISHED BTW I JUST CAN'T PUT IT AS FINISHED FOR SOME REASON
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“Do you ever think about the stars?” The words felt like sand in his mouth, and he wished he had stayed silent. This is not something to be talked about when high.
Or maybe it was the only way to talk about it. Without breaking down, at least.
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This was definitely new.
Not the show in itself, since they had done several ones before this, but what was happening on the current one was something Serj could not have predicted, at all. To no one’s surprise, what confused him was something of Daron’s doing. More specifically, his high pitched moans every time Serj was not singing.
He had to do something about it or he would lose his mind.
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"Ta-dah! The best nachos in the whole kingdom!" Ambrosius exclaimed with a goofy smile, opening his arms in a 'surprise!' motion and once again grabbing Ballister's hand, guiding him inside and going for a further booth, away from the lonely people sitting at the bar.
They sat facing each other, smiling softly.
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Overview: Canon Storyline with Flambae as love interest. Angst, sweet/smut, eventual fluff
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Invisigal accidentally outs Robert as Mechaman in what she thinks is a private conversation with Blonde Blazer, not realizing that Flambae is close enough to overhear her.
Struggling to control his horrible temper, Chad goes to the gym to blow off steam and think…where he finds Robert trapped under the weights.
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Breathe. Count to ten. You’re not a villain anymore…you’re a good man, and you can do good things.
“Ask me to stop,” Chad breathed, the muscles of his arms quivering under the powerful desire to end Mechaman right there in the headquarters. He needed something else, someone else to step in, but they were completely alone. Even the janitors had gone home. “No, beg me to stop.”
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10 Jun 2026
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?
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07 Apr 2026
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“So when I said I’m afraid I’ll fail you…”
His voice softened to something he didn’t recognize.
“…I mean, I’ve already failed you once. And I don’t get many second chances.”
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06 Apr 2026
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undercover by mikaminato
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Superman (Movie 2025), The Batman (Movie 2022)
20 Aug 2025
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"My name is… You, me, and a bed?" Bruce murmurs as he leans in. "Unless you're taken?"
The flush that blooms across Kent's cheeks is delicious. His laugh is quiet, warm, disarmingly human for a man who could bench-press a freight train.
"No. I'm… single. Broke up a few months ago and since then I've kind of been… you know."
The softness in Kent's tone coaxes a quiet smile from Bruce. He almost feels guilty for offering something so filthy and impulsive. Almost. But Kent's pupils are already wide, dark with interest. His body betrays whatever hesitation might still live in his mind.
"Must get lonely," Bruce whispers, his mouth brushing close to Kent's ear.
(Or, Bruce is undercover when he crosses paths with Clark Kent. Sleeping with him wasn't exactly part of the mission… but honestly, have you seen those dimples?)
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24 Jul 2025
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A pretty doll deserves a pretty dress.
Even if that pretty doll is actually a middle-aged, walking, talking spam email.
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spamton gets dressed up and then fucked. gratuitous descriptions of weird doll anatomy. that's it that's the fic
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19 Jul 2025