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reveluving · 5 months

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Hii!

I was just thinking Price with a wife who is insecure about her body because of things like stretch marks or chub finally working up the courage to do something like lingerie or naughty photos as a surprise for him ;D

Hi!! OMG. SWEATING. As someone who has stretch marks and a little 'cushion' here and there, plus is also a big fan of this trope(?), this thot is CALLING me! 😩🤌🏻

Includes: soft dom!price, unprotected sex (p in v), finger-sucking, size difference, petnames ('pretty girl', 'sweetheart'), mentions of lap dance/strip tease

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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No matter which lingerie suits your fancy, just know it will give your husband a heart attack.

Why wouldn’t it? He already loves you for who you are—you can do the most mundane things and he’ll stare. A lot. You could be wearing anything, even if you think it doesn’t suit you, and he’d have to fight the urge to just have you for himself, be it at home or in public.

So, you want to thank your husband for being the hunky sweetheart that he is.

He wouldn’t be home until a few hours, giving you enough time to execute your plan.

Hiding the lingerie you bought days prior is one thing, posing for the camera is another. The thought of having your ass up, face down or the strap of your bra or babydoll fall off your shoulders in front of the lens just causes your body to heat up immensely, even if it's just you. Possibly because it’s your first time taking photos of yourself in such a deliciously scandalous manner, but it also could’ve been due to the fact that you know exactly how John is going to react to them.

Especially since you’re planning to gift these polaroids for when he needs to leave for work—with no way to have you with him except for these priceless photos, specifically made for his eyes and use only.

But three polaroids aren’t enough for him to survive the field without you.

Because as soon as he comes home to find these photos on the table, placed under his hat for his next deployment in the near future, expect to hear heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom, where you’re likely waiting for him—being struck dumb to find you sitting prettily on the bed in your new piece.

His eyes are blown out, and you can’t help but gulp when he closes the door behind him too calmly before walking over to you. The way he stalks over to you ever so slowly prompts you to crawl back. Not because you’re scared, but you had to admit, your heart’s beating wildly, even more so when he begins taking off his clothes without uttering a word.

Your nails dig into the sheets when you have nowhere to go, feeling the headboard against your back as he traps you from the front—resembling a predator hunting its prey.

“John…” You mutter, letting out a shaky sigh as he slides his hand up your leg, biting his lip at the sight; the stockings/garter belt squeezing the plush of your thighs just enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t even give you a second to utter his name once again when he yanks you forward, with John on his knees as he holds you to sit on his thighs, forcing you to look down at him.

“S’a really nice piece, sweetheart,” He purrs, his voice telling you that he’s holding himself back from just fucking you. He licks on the deep cleavage, the small, thin material leaving little to his imagination as it barely covers your tits, all while maintaining eye contact as a guttural groan leaves his lips. One of his hands moves to your front, playing with the hem of your stocking/garter belt, pulling it back before releasing it. His lips part in delight, almost mirroring the way you gasp as the tight material slaps against you with a light smack, “Is this all f’me?”

You nodded with the tiniest whine, holding onto him like he was your lifeline.

Ignoring the dampness of your panties was useless since you knew he could feel it against his thigh. His stare becomes too much for you, and you can’t do anything else other than rest your forehead against his, feeling his warm breath against you just as he feels yours and begging him to have you.

And how can he say no to you?

Especially since you’ve been a good girl at posing for him as he takes countless photos of you on the polaroids—from the more ‘innocent ones’ like having you drool on his fingers (“Suck on them real good. That’s it, my pretty girl”) to the lewder displays, where he has you on your side, taking you from behind before taking a picture or two your pussy tightly gripping and leaking around the base of his cock.

Now he knows he won’t be alone in his next deployment.

Bonus: Him asking you for a lap dance or a strip tease for him as he sits all smug at the edge of the bed or the bedroom chair. He does this thing where he throws his head back and bucks his hips when you rub yourself against him. Yes.

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kreauxlighe · 1 year

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Catreig AU Snippet

so @crownorclover shared some sketch art here that features catreig! so i thought it only fair i share a snippet from the au! it's about 16k now and i think i'm roughly 70% done with it? the core concept is that reigen gets a ranma 1/2 style curse where cold water turns him into a cat and hot water turns him back. when he gets the curse serizawa is there but doesnt see him actually get cursed, so this adorable orange cat just starts meowing at him and obvs he's gonna pet it, right?

the context for this scene: serizawa is holding this v nice, if loud, orange cat he found against his chest. the client theyre working for knows EXACTLY what has happened and is trying to convince serizawa that his boss left the job site already to go back to the office and he should go too.

“Something doesn’t seem right, Kitty-san. Why would Reigen leave before a job was done? Before he got paid? That’s not like him.”

Thank you!

“And why would he pay for two cabs to go to the same place? That’s a waste of money. Reigen doesn’t like wasting money.”

Exactly!

“He won’t even let us get a new kettle for the office.”

Wh— His tail smacked against Serizawa’s arm. The one they had was perfectly fine! Sometimes it shut off before it actually finished boiling. And sometimes it didn’t turn on at all. But when it did it worked fine! Mostly.

“What if something happened to him? I left him alone in the garden…”

Well something did happen but that was hardly his fault.

“I don’t feel comfortable leaving…”

No. No leaving was good. Shit. How was he supposed to convince Serizawa to leave when everything was so clearly suspicious?

The owner returned from the back gardens, “No sign of your boss, I’m afraid.”

“Oh…”

“But I did find his phone. He must have dropped it in his hurry.”

Serizawa stared at the offered phone. Reigen stared up at his face. Everything in his demeanor had shifted from anxious and worried to …angry? He marched past the owner, heading toward the back gardens, “REIGEN!”

“I—I told you,” the owner said as she followed behind, “he already left!”

“And left his phone? On the ground? Where did you find it?”

“Oh by the one of the ponds. But he left—“

He rounded on her, “Which pond?”

She pointed a shaky hand in the direction of the Drowned Cat pool and Serizawa took off.

Hey… Katsuya, I’m okay. It’s okay. “…mreow.”

“If something’s happened to him I…” Serizawa searched the nearby area of the pool, still clutching Reigen in his arms. “ARATAKA!”

tadaaaa! hoping to finish this one soon-ish so i can start posting it!

(don't worry, gaymer au is also still happening. i'm at 30k with that one and... looking at the timeline i'd say that's a solid... 20% of what's planned to happen. that au has a life of its own y'all it's. massive.)

#catreig au #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #mp100 #my fic

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missglaskin · 2 years

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Warnings: TOXIC, ABUSE, FORCED relationship, Yandere

In many ways, Homelander could be considered a unique yandere, since he embodies a lot of yandere traits & types.

His possessiveness shines the most. He owns you. Any friends and families; gone. They don’t care or love you as he does. All your financial needs and resources will all be tied to him. There’s the need to control your every move. And he’ll feel threatened; feel as if you’re slipping away from his control if you were to make a decision without his notice. Homelander doesn’t feel the need to justify his actions, yet he still does.

Which leads to his protectiveness and manipulativeness. He’s acting in your best interest. Have you seen the world? Have you seen its people? The mud people. Sure, you may be one of them, but you’re not the same as them; you’re different. You need him; you need him to protect you from whatever danger that threatens to pull you apart - even if he has to hold you a little too tight in order to get the point across.

Your dependence on him is also tied to his dependence on you. It doesn't take long for you to notice his clinginess after being with him for a short while. He’s so emotionally dependent on you and for the strongest being on earth; he’s fragile. Nothing angers him when your attention is away from somewhere. Prepare to say goodbye to any pets you own. Spend a lot of time tending to your plants and they will be lasered.

It’s safe to say the most selfish and impulsive. Everything he does is for his own desire. If he were to do something nice, just know he always expects something in return. Homelander wants you to worship him, to see him as a god and to treat him like one. Failing to comply will result in disastrous results. Homelander acts as a toddler with tantrums. One moment he’s fine, the next moment he’s presenting the body of your dear friend. In the event you anger him too much, he may accidentally break a bone or two, and then demand that Vought heals you. They’re sure to give you an extra bottle of compound v in case anything were to occur.

Speaking of injuries; Homelander is a sadist to any obvious person. It does not matter how much he claims to love you and care for you as well as the fact that you are the only person he can tolerate; bad habits still appear nonetheless. He sometimes gets the satisfaction of humiliating you or making you so uncomfortable. His jokes are also questionable at best. Such as making one about how funny it’d be to drop you from a ten story building only to catch you at the last minute; anticipating your laugh.

Sometimes you assume he resents you, which isn't far from the truth. Homelander hates what you mean to him; how you are a weakness. The truth is that he’s obsessed; fixated. You occupy almost every thought in his mind. In spite of all the photoshoots and interviews Homelander have, he will always have time to watch you in secret; stalk you. His team and the surrounding staff notice his blank stare; it’s when his mind goes to you. His ears are always tuned to your heartbeat and voice.

In nature, Homelander is already delusional. Combined with his tendencies, it only exacerbates his delusions. As far as he is concerned, you love him, and that you two have something special between you. That's what he convinced himself with Maeve, despite her apparent resistance to his touches; with Stormfront, despite her obvious manipulations. You're lying, shy, there's someone else, you just need time, you're confused; there are endless excuses he has for you.

In spite of all his delusions, there are hints of lucidity. His presence causes your heartbeat to pick up; not due to fluster, but due to fear. When he leaves the room, he pretends not to hear your deep breaths; on the verge of a breakdown. And when you break, it's adorable how you think the shower can drown out your cries. As long as you tell Homelander you love him even if it's in a shaky voice and smile even if it's crooked, he'll indulge in the fantasy that you and him were meant to be. That you, him and Ryan will be one happy family.

#homelander x reader #the boys x reader #yandere x reader #yandere homelander #yandere the boys #yandere #x reader #reader insert #the boys #homelander #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #imagine #imagines #scenarios

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Front Row Seat (18+)

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

Main Masterlist

Warnings: (I mean, it’s Lloyd which seems like all the warning u need) Dark!fic, Non-con/Dub-con(reader is Lloyd’s captive), Smut, Cock warming, P in V sex, Public sex/humiliation, degradation, Pet names, Overstimulation, Angst, Canon level violence & description of Lloyd’s “interrogation” tactics (to an OC) similar to those used in the movie, 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Connected to this drabble: Actions Have Consequences, but it’s not necessary to read it b4 this fic.

Word Count: 4,223

A/N: Do I even need to add ‘dark!’ in front of Lloyd’s name? I feel like it’s a given😈 This man is my new obsession & I’m fully here for it. If you have any requests for this pairing-or just this mustachioed psycho in general-lmk! Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Come on, princess, we don’t got all day!” Lloyd stands a few paces away from the roaring helicopter, his hands resting on his hips, clearly losing his patience waiting for you to get out of the flying death trap. You inhale deeply and unbuckle your seatbelt, which is difficult to do with your trembling hands. Finally, you get it and it zips back into the seat; you stand up on legs just as shaky as your hands and stumble to the open door.

Suddenly, the copter tilts. You’re jostled to the side and your hip rams into an armrest. You cry out, knowing a bruise is already blossoming on the tender flesh. This cabin is too fucking small.

Lloyd’s boisterous laughter rings through the air and you shoot him a silent curse. You wouldn’t ever dare say anything audible, but in your head, you’re throwing every curse under the sun at his smug face.

The chopper hovers a few feet off the ground instead of resting on the helipad for some ungodly reason, and you hesitate when you reach its edge. You swallow, not confident if you hop down that you’ll land on your feet.

Lloyd reaches his arms up. “Jump, I’ll catch ya, sweetheart!” His promise gives you no peace of mind. Lloyd may be strong but you doubt he can so much as lift you up. His eyes narrow when you don’t move. “I said, jump.” Lloyd’s word is law, so you hold your breath and leap.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for a rough landing but it doesn’t come. Two strong arms sweep around your waist and Lloyd pulls you into his chest with a satisfied grunt. His arms are steel, surrounding you in a bear hug. Your feet dangle a foot above the ground; he leans down and they’re met with solid pavement. He drops his arms, resting his hands on your soft waist. “Told you I’d catch ya, princess.” He winks and gives your asscheeks a quick squeeze. You jump at the sudden advance and he snickers.

Grabbing your hand, he leads you away from the helicopter as it flies off, the wind from the spinning blades whipping your hair in every direction. Lloyd’s hair, of course, stays perfectly coiffed, not a dark strand out of place.

Now that you aren’t focused on your harrowing chopper dismount, you look around at your surroundings to see where he’s taking you. A giant hangar sits in the middle of an asphalt lot. A forest of green trees and underbrush crowd around it on all sides except the front. The foliage stretches as far as you can see, parted by a narrow airplane runway.

You have no clue where you are. Ever since you “joined” Lloyd, as he likes to put it, you never have any definitive clue as to your exact location. Sometimes you can make an educated guess, but mostly you’ve given up on attempting to find your bearings. It doesn’t matter anyway. No matter where you go, Lloyd is right there next to you, dictating your every move.

All you know about this place is that Lloyd said he wanted you to come along on one of his “work trips” so you can get acquainted with his line of work. You’re not eager to find out what this “work trip” entails, because knowing Lloyd’s profession, it can’t be good.

A man in tactical armor carrying a large shotgun opens the hangar door and you step into a brightly lit metal cavern. Two sleek charter planes take up most of the building, and large wooden crates fill up any empty space. You can only guess as to what’s inside them, and you don’t want to find out.

Lloyd leads you to a door at the back of the hangar that opens into a long hallway. A musty smell permeates the stale air. Three menacing steel doors line the passage, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights. Lloyd stops at the last door and raps his knuckles on the dull gray metal.

The door opens and you gasp when you see a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a cloth sack covering his head. Your heart begins racing and your eyes fly around the stuffy interior, taking in the two armed guards, the long table lining the far wall, and the worn-out stains splattered around the room. You try not to focus on the dark splotches, even though you’re fairly certain they aren’t old ketchup stains.

You’re too shocked to resist when Lloyd pulls you into what you assume is some kind of interrogation room. Two more guards follow behind. When the door slams shut behind them you snap out of your stupor.

You begin to hyperventilate, your shaky breaths becoming ragged. You tug against Lloyd’s grip, desperate for an escape. The small rectangular windows lining the wall are hardly big enough for you to slip out of, and a guard blocks the only door in the cramped room.

Lloyd squeezes your hand tightly and you yelp, ceasing your attempts to pull free. You whip around to face him, your eyes are wide as saucers and full of panic. His striking face is as calm and cocky as ever. “Don’t be shy princess, you’re being very rude, not greeting our special guest,” he coos, his tone patronizing. He walks over to the man tied to the chair, towing you behind him.

When he’s close enough, Lloyd reaches out and yanks off the sack around the man’s head. His lined face is pinched with rage and he strains against the ropes, his shouts muffled by a dirty black cloth in his mouth. Lloyd pats the angry man’s cheek before he straightens back up. He glances down at you and cocks his head. “Don’t worry about all this,” he gestures around the dingy room, “Mr. Wilson was invited here to have a little chat. He’s gonna answer some questions, isn’t that right, Wilson?”

He bends back down to look at the trapped man–Wilson–and makes a concerned face, “Are you comfortable, old pal? Can I get you anything? Some water? Although you’ll probably want something much stronger for what’s about to happen to you.” Wilson’s dark eyes narrow and he struggles against his restraints, more muffled yells sounding from his gagged mouth. Lloyd’s face scrunches up in mock sympathy. “Sorry, I didn’t get that. Guess you’ll just have to stay here for now.”

Lloyd steps back and motions to one of his men, who sets a large tactical-looking box on the table. While the sizable guard unpacks everything, Lloyd guides you over to a corner on the opposite side of the room. He sets you in front of two more intimidating guards so that you’re facing the bound man. He cups your cheek and murmurs, “Stay right here and watch, princess. Like I said before, I want you to get a taste of what daddy does when he’s not at home.” He gives you a playful wink and pinches your cheek before getting back to the task at hand.

He grabs a chair that’s sitting against the back wall and drags it up to rest in front of Wilson. He doesn’t turn the chair around, instead straddling it with the back facing forward. Leaning over to the table on his left, Lloyd unfurls one of the rolled-up bundles laying on it and a neat row of various metal instruments is revealed. Your stomach drops to the floor at the sight of the ominous devices.

“Now then,” Lloyd hums, as his hand grabs the gag in Wilson’s mouth, “let’s remove this cumbersome thing first.” He rips it out but before Wilson can say anything intelligible, Lloyd cracks him square in the face with his massive fist. The assaulted man’s head snaps back and he lets out a gurgled scream. You jump, covering your mouth with both hands to keep yourself from duplicating the strangled cry. When he lifts his head back up his nose is already turning purple, blood gushing from it.

Lloyd doesn’t miss a beat, he snatches a pair of small pliers from his “toolkit” and waves it in front of the bleeding man’s face. “That was just a little taste. Things are gonna get a lot more painful for you if ya don’t start giving me some answers. Now, is there something you wanna tell me?”

Wilson splutters, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

This time Lloyd’s fist connects with the side of his face; the sickening crunch making your insides reel.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” As he speaks, the same man who had set up Lloyd’s workstation snatches Wilson’s right hand, straitening one of his fingers out. Lloyd moves in front of it, obstructing your view of the hand, but you can infer by the sounds of pain what he’s doing with the small pliers he’d chosen.

When his howling captive claims ignorance again, Lloyd wrenches his arm back and Wilson’s pained cries increase. “Wrong answer!” Wilson has a crazed look in his eye as Lloyd sets something on the table with the pliers. You almost hurl when you see it. A bloody fingernail.

The nightmare continues for what feels like hours; Lloyd still not getting any closer to whatever it is he’s seeking. You do your best to hold back your revulsion but when the metallic stench of blood hits you, you can’t keep yourself from crying out. When they move to his left hand and you finally see the gruesome work they had down to his right, you sob.

At this point, you can’t control your gasps of horror and mournful whimpers as the man in control of your life tortures a helpless victim in front of your very own eyes. Tears start to stream down your face and your hysterics become louder, drowning out Wilson’s own cries. When Lloyd places the now bloodied pliers down and picks up a much larger pair you can’t control yourself from wailing. “Stop!”

Lloyd stills and draws his hand back from the array of sharp tools, a sudden ominous aura radiating off of him.

Oh god, what have you done?

He slowly stands up, swinging his left leg over the seat, and turns to face you. You expect fury on his features but instead, his eyes gleam with ravenous excitement. Lloyd cracks his neck and saunters forward. His voice drips poisonous honey when he speaks, “You know, sweetheart, normally I’d be pissed at anyone for interrupting me in the middle of work. I mean, I was on a roll, princess!” His posture as he looms towards you is wound tight with unspent energy. You step back but run into the guards behind you. “However, princess, I was already having a difficult time enjoying myself with all your little intrusive sounds.”

He stops directly in front of you, his body almost touching yours, and brings his bloody hands up to frame your face. His touch feels like needles on your heated skin. He squinches his features into a mocking pout, wiping away one of the tears staining your cheek with his thumb.

“I know you’re not used to this yet, but fuck, I didn’t think you’d react like this. You can barely contain yourself, hun. And let me tell you princess, all those whines and moans of yours are making it pretty damn hard to concentrate.” He grabs one of your limp hands and drags it over his crotch. You gasp when you feel his prominent erection and try to jerk your hand back but he grips it tight, massaging your soft palm against his growing bulge. “Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t know how I’m supposed to work under these conditions.”

He suddenly pulls back and strides back over to his bruised prisoner. Wilson flinches when he nears but Lloyd snatches the chair he’d been straddling and drags it back, turning it around as he does so. He sets the heavy metal chair about five feet away from the beaten and bloody man. He sits down, lounging back in his seat, and looks over at you and smiles, his wide grin reminding you of a wolf baring its sharp teeth.

Lloyd wastes no time pulling his straining cock out of his pants, clutching the growing member in his strong grip. His eyes devour you as he strokes it up and down. You’ll never get used to the sight of it, huge and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum. It’s split you open too many times to count at this point, but still, your pussy walls are never prepared for his massive size. The first few strokes are always pure agony as your walls are stretched to encompass his substantial girth.

Lloyd’s deep voice cuts through your wandering thoughts, “Well, come on over, princess. Come sit on daddy’s lap so he can help you through all this.”

You step forward but hesitate, hovering just out of his reach. You look around the room with wide eyes, feeling all the heated gazes lingering on your quivering form. Your mouth is dry and your skin feels clammy like you’re burning up. Your voice quavers as you mutter, “P-please, Lloyd, don’t make me do this. I can’t–”

His shrewd eyes flash a warning and you swallow your protest, otherwise, it might be you strapped to the chair opposite him next. You inch towards him, hanging your head; your body shaking with embarrassment. Fear-filled adrenaline and deep shame shoot through your veins.

When you reach him you start to climb onto his lap but he stops you with a blood-smeared hand on your hip. He grips the sides of your pants and tugs them down, taking your panties with them. Your breath hitches and new tears well in your eyes. You cover your face as you step out of your pants, too ashamed to look him in the eyes.

Lloyd takes your hands in his and pulls them away from your cowering face. He chuckles under his breath, eyes dilating at the sight of you bare before him. He licks his lips and his dark mustache twitches when he notices the tremor in your thick thighs. “Hop on, sweetheart.”

Before you can straddle him, he grabs your wide hips and spins you around. “You don’t want to miss the show, now do you, princess?” Your eyes widen when you see the towering guard who had been assisting Lloyd beforehand starting up a generator; attaching jumper cables to it. “Lucky you, getting to watch Tod take over. He’s pretty good at this stuff too, not as good as me, of course.”

Lloyd’s grip on you is tight as he lowers your ass down onto his cock. His cock-head slips in between your pulsing pussy-lips and you gasp at the sensation as he stuffs his thick length inside of you. The burn of him stretching your walls as he pulls you down inch by inch is insufferable. You mewl, throwing your head back and sucking in deep breaths, trying to relax your tense muscles.

He’d already filled you up once today, in the shower that morning, so your pussy is already sore and the added sting as he lowers you down is unbearable. The position you’re in only makes it worse. You can feel every ridge and bulging vein as he pulls your weight down onto his engorged dick, the full sensation too much for your already fucked out cunt. Your whimpers of pain only egg Lloyd on, and when he’s fully sheathed inside you he thrusts his hips up, slamming against your cervix.

You fall back into his chest, your toes curling at the merciless invasion. His next movements are minuscule; just small, shallow thrusts with his cock still buried to the hilt in your quivering sex. In between the teasing thrusts he circles your hips around his cock, growling at the feeling of your ass grinding against him.

His teasing thrusts drive you crazy. They’re enough to rile you up but are far from enough to offer you any kind of release. You’re even more ashamed that you’re yearning for pleasure in this grotesque situation. You excuse it as wanting to get it over with quickly so you can go back to cowering in the corner.

Lloyd doesn’t seem to have the same mindset, though. One of his hands rests on your thigh, squeezing and massaging your delicious curves, but only ghosting over where you need his scalding touch the most.

You don’t remember when he slipped his hand under your shirt, but he plucks one of your nipples and you gasp at the added stimulation. He pinches and teases the sensitive nubs with his rough fingers and you try not to think about the slight stickiness of them. You try not to think about the blood on his hands tainting your skin.

“Open your eyes, princess, I told you I don’t want you to miss the show.” Lloyd squeezes your now stinging nipple tight and you let out a strangled groan. His chest rumbles when your tight cunt clenches around his aching dick.

When you force your eyes open you immediately regret it. Tod, the guard, presses one of the electrified jumper cables to Wilson’s cheek and the man writhes in his seat, straining against his restraints. Tod has a twisted, delighted look on his face, similar to the one Lloyd always sports but less controlled.

With his henchman now doling out the punishments, Lloyd begins the same line of questioning as before. For every unsatisfactory answer Wilson gives, he gets a shock from Tod’s jumper cables, each strike leaving a slight burn in its wake.

All while Lloyd presses you to his cock, his arm thrown around your waist to keep your hips from bucking up. Even worse, with every blistering shock and cry for mercy, Lloyd’s dick twitches inside of you. You always knew Lloyd was a sick bastard, but you can’t believe the sadist is getting off on watching the brutal action playing out before you.

You feel sick. You want to hate him, you want to scratch his eyes out, pry his heavy hands from your body and crawl off his lap. But you’re too weak–both in body and spirit. Lloyd has broken you so many times that the notion of refusal, of fighting, is a fleeting fantasy. All you can do is watch the gruesome interrogation, helpless to the trauma unfolding in front of your eyes. And still, even while witnessing the awful torture, you’re coming undone by Lloyd’s relentless ministrations.

He has you right on the edge of pleasure, but the ache of his fat cock splitting you open is keeping you from your release. It’s all you can do to keep from begging for some kind of friction against your swollen bundle of nerves, not that you’d put it past Lloyd to demand you do just that.

Tod presses an electrified jumper cable to Wilson’s neck for a moment longer than the other shocks and he screams and thrashes like never before. The cries dwindle into weeping pleads for mercy as the electricity bleeds out of his system.

Lloyd can’t hold back his groan, “Fuck, princess, this is almost too much.” His hips snap up and you yell out his name. “That’s it,” he grumbles against your ear, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Take daddy’s fat cock. Look at you, a hungry little cock-slut getting off in front of all these people. Have you no shame, princess?”

His hips start rolling into you with a steady rhythm and it’s your turn to plead for mercy as he tears your pussy apart. He drops his hand to your cunt and you wail when he finally touches your needy clit.

You shake as he rubs small circles around the sensitive nub while he taunts you with more cruel words, “I had no idea you were such a dirty slut. This was supposed to be your punishment, princess. Your punishment for making me this hard in front of my men. In front of Mr. Wilson here. It’s downright unprofessional. Though I’m sure Wilson wishes his punishment was this–” he pinches your throbbing clit and you squeal, arching your back like a cat in heat–“pleasurable. Maybe if he had been more cooperative I would have been more inclined to share.”

Your breath hitches at what Lloyd is insinuating, disbelieving his words, but knowing deep down he would have no qualms passing you around if it helped him win. Because that’s all this is to him; a game that he loves to play. A game he must win at all cost, no matter who he has to hurt or manipulate or torture. There are no lines that can’t be crossed in Lloyd Hansen’s twisted playing field.

Lloyd breathes in your scent, “Hmmm…Well, maybe if Tod can get the info out, I’ll let him have a go as a reward for a job well done. There’s no amount of cock a cum-slut like you can refuse, right princess?” Your sounds of protest morph into moans of insatiable pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts and applies more pressure to your clit.

You don’t miss the way Tod licks his lips as he looks at your plump pussy getting pounded by his boss. He adjusts himself before getting back to work with renewed vigor. You shiver, trepidation flooding your psyche. Goosebumps rise on your flesh.

Lloyd must have seen the lust-filled look in Tod’s eyes too because he growls deep in his throat and holds your hips in a vice-like grip. He starts bouncing you up and down on his swollen cock, stuffing your dripping cunt to the brim over and over again, your juices soaking his pristine white pants.

Every time his cock-head slides against your g-spot you see stars, barely able to make out Tod and the weeping Mr. Wilson. There’s no way you can control the salacious sounds spilling past your lips, you can’t think straight as Lloyd absolutely wreaks you.

Your breasts jiggle as he bounces you up and down. Other parts of you jiggle too, but Lloyd doesn’t care. He loves the feel of your generous curves pressed against the hard plains of his body, the force you can take as he drives his cock into you. But most of all, he loves how he can turn you into a cock-dumb, drooling mess. The wanton sounds he’s pulling from you right now are the reason he’s kept you by his side for so long–and why he’ll never let you go. You’re his perfect, pliable princess, and he will keep you locked in a tower if it means you’ll never escape his hold.

Your trembling walls squeeze tight around Lloyd’s dick when he slaps your clit, the sharp sensation shooting up your spine and unintelligible curses tumble from your chapped lips. You chant his name like a prayer when he lifts up your left leg, his powerful bicep curled under your knee. Over and over, he hits the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars as his cock slams up into you.

He orders Tod to shock Wilson when he denies him the information he’s seeking yet again. Lloyd growls in your ear as he cums at the exact same time the jumper cable meets flesh.

The feeling of his thick, hot cum shooting into you pushes you over the deep end. White hot flames spark through your veins. You convulse, your walls fluttering around Lloyd’s leaking dick as your entire body seizes up from your intense orgasm. You’re a jumble of cum and slurred speech as you come down from your lofty high. Your chest heaves as you try to reign air back into your lungs.

Lloyd bites your shoulder and you shudder at the sting of his teeth marking you as his. He laps at the wound, pleased with his handiwork. “So fucking perfect,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. Even though your stomach still has butterflies, you try to pull away from his muscular form–but you can barely wiggle your fingers, much less climb off of him.

Turns out, you don’t have to worry about that. Lloyd stills your movements with large hands placed on your waist, pressing you all the way back down onto his cock. It’s somehow hardening again, the stretch taking over your blown-out senses once more.

You groan, shifting uncomfortably in his lap, but Lloyd shushes you, “Uh-uh-uh, princess. You’re staying right here. Gotta keep daddy’s cock nice and warm while we wait for Mr. Wilson to cough up the answers we need. Besides, it’ll help your tight little cunt get acclimated to being wrapped around daddy’s cock while he works because you’re gonna need to get used to it.” He cups your jaw and forces your head forward.

You can’t even bring yourself to react to his foreboding declaration. All you can do is sit there with his insatiable cock filling your tender pussy and struggle to hold in your shameful moans. Lloyd clearly isn’t stopping until Wilson gives up the intel-or worse-either way, you’re going to be filled up with his pulsating length for the foreseeable future. Just like he wants.

“Tod, up the voltage.”

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golden surprise

NSFW !!! warnings : unprotected sex, piss kink (yeah..... ) aaand breeding kink !

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"fuck.. that's right.." jake groaned as he pushed his hips up into you, filling up your tight cunt with his massive member. his hands squeezed your hips as his orgasm approached; and yours as well. he wasted no second pulling you into the bedroom once you got home. he needed you immediately, he said. you didn't even have time to pee; which you really needed to after work.

you made small circles with your hips around him, watching the way his cheeks got redder and redder by the second, how his breathing became heavier, his moans cut short as groans interrupted them. you could feel him twitch inside you and you knew it was time.

"i'm there.. god- you feel so good.." he smiled sheepishly and out of breath. he looked so beautiful. his hair draped against his shoulders as his back hit the wall softly from the bouncing of your hips. you grabbed his shoulders tightly as you squeezed around him.

the feeling of his cum filling you up guided you over the edge; and your orgasm crashed through you as you held him close. his fingernails dug inside your skin as his hands grabbed you tightly, making sure you didn't move as he filled you up completely.

you could feel his juices begin to leak out slowly, and bit your lip as you watched him through the high of his orgasm. he was always so beautiful after an orgasm, so warm, so sweet.

you lift yourself up shakily from his lap and sit on his leg for a second, your bladder is now screaming at you to go to the bathroom, the pulsation almost hurting. you look at him in the eyes and he, yours with a look of concern.

“what’s wrong?” he asks softly, burying his face in your neck.

“too tired to get up.. need to pee” you sigh, resting your head on his as your breath slowly catches up.

“well... let it out” he says hesitantly. his hand makes its way to your back, leaving long comforting strides from the bottom to the top as you back up a little to look at him in the eyes.

“what..? are you sure?” you bite your bottom lip, the thought of doing this making your heart beat loudly in your ears, because it was something you've always been to shy to ask him.

you place yourself above him at a better angle, his cock right underneath you, brushing against your ass softly.

“cmon..“

he nods with a smile, placing his hand on your lower stomach. pushing a little, and you let go. you completely empty yourself on him. you sigh loudly out of relief as the feeling of it all crashes over you.

he closes his eyes for a couple seconds as your stream lands onto his cum covered cock, he then throws his head back in pleasure as you warm him up with the liquids exiting your body. he bites his bottom lip and rubs the top of your thigh as you let it all out.

“good, baby.. so good.” he breathes out and you feel him harden and twitch underneath you, his cock bouncing up a little as your stream gets heavier. you really needed to go. you nervously watch his reactions to your actions, the way he sighs and bites his lip again as he opens his eyes back up, watching you in this vulnerable position.

"so.. fucking warm." he mumbles, his brain is foggy from everything that's happening to him right now. his eyes stare at you, your hips, your cunt, the liquids filling the tight space between the two of you. he reaches under your thigh and grabs his wet cock, directing it to your entrance as he rubs it through your folds, mixing his cum and your juices together; letting out a groan as the warmth of everything at once overstimulates him at just a right amount. “does that feel good? all empty?” he rubs his hand over your lower stomach.

as you slowly finish emptying yourself, jake looks up into your eyes as he slides his cock back inside you. a whimper slips from your lips as you lower yourself onto him, letting out a shaky breath as you watch him closely, placing your hands on each of his cheeks as you pull him in for a slow kiss. wrapping your arms around his neck, your tongue slips in his mouth as you start moving your hips once again. he keeps his hand on your lower stomach, feeling his cock rubbing against his palm makes his breath hitch in your mouth, he groans against your lips as you rock your hips and you pull away for a second to watch him.

"'m gonna fill you up.." he whispers against your lips as he smirks, backing up and looking into your eyes. you watch him curiously until you feel his cock twitch inside of you, and then the warmth of his liquids fill up and coat your walls. you gasp as he he smirks. you move for a second to let some of his piss out and he groans at the warmth of his liquids coat both of your legs.

“look at that.. all full” he groans as his piss coats your walls; he fucks you deeper as it shoots into you, warming you up form the inside out. every time he pulls out a little, his piss sprays all over himself and the sheets of your shared bed. the noise makes your clit twitch and your walls tighten around him. you never knew how hot the sound of a splash could be in this context, the way he looks at you, his warm his piss is inside you; you’ve never been more in love with someone.

this experience connects the two of you on such a deeper level. you wish you knew about this side of jake before. he thrusts in and out of you, making sure his piss coats your walls before flipping you over on the bed; your head resting against the dry sheets at the edge of the bed.

“you like feeling me all inside you like that?” he mumbles against your ear as he thrusts inside of you at a faster rhythm now, he’s in control, he’s in charge. His hands rest on each side of your head, holding him up on the bed as the wet slapping noises get louder and louder; he lets himself finish emptying his liquids inside you for a couple more seconds, focusing on your face and how you stare up at him innocently, so full of love for your partner.

“i love it, i love it so much..” you submissively look into his brown eyes and he smirks, bringing his hand down to your lower stomach once again, pushing down a little just to make sure you feel nice and full of him.

“yeah? my pretty girl, i’ll fill you up everyday until you're tired of me i swear..” he breathes out, getting tired and letting some of his body weight crush you in a comfortable way.

“i love you”

“god- i love you, ‘m gonna cum baby” he breathes out against your neck, thrusting faster and faster as his cock twitches, his lips find yours and he pulls you close, kissing you with so much love as his cock buries itself into you; filling you up with cum this time. you squeeze around him and let loose, holding onto him close as your second orgasm crashes over and all you can feel is jake. so, so much jake.

he thrusts deeper into you, pushing all his cum inside and making sure it doesn’t leak out right away. he just wants you to feel him, to know he’s there; inside you, connected. he stays that way for a couple seconds, just catching his breath, pulling you close to him, and then he rolls off and lays next to you, his body turned to face yours.

“thank you for showing me that part of yourself tonight” he smiles shyly and you reciprocate, your cheeks heating up immediately.

“thank you, jakey. it made me feel really special.”

“baby, we’re just getting started.” he chuckled and you looked at him in shock.

he leaned over and left a soft kiss on your forehead. “what?” he grinned.

“getting started?” you repeat his words.

“mmm.. yeah.” he spoke softly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before getting up and grabbing a towel to clean you up. that night, you slept with jake on the couch, falling asleep to an old 1950s movie together as he held you close in his arms, and you never felt more close to him; physically, emotionally and sexually.

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Under the City Streets (part 8)

The Old Man of the Mountain and the not-very-sudden-but-very-inevitable betrayal.

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For why Emmet and Volo are bothering with a weird old dude who might be Arceus in disguise, read part 7.1 - 7.5, but mainly 7.5.

When Emmet and Volo reach the foot of a mountain (more like an overlarge hill) with rotting wooden steps dug into the side, Volo insists that he is going no further. Emmet doesn’t care and says Volo can do whatever.

And yet Volo still frets as he watches Emmet ascend the steps.

As Emmet crests the hill, he finds a decrepit old shack surrounded by a veritable junkyard of wood and metal objects. A covered porch lines the sides of the shack, where an old man sits in a rocking chair facing away from him, whittling away at a piece of wood into some kind of doll.

“Hello!” Emmet greets the old man, sharply adopting his signature point and call pose, “I am—!”

“Emmet!” a chipper wizened voice finishes for him. The man doesn’t turn around as he chuckles, “Don’chu worry none. I know who ya are.”

Emmet’s pose slips. He’s never been interrupted like that before.

“Um… then, you are—?”

“Yep! I’m the Ol’ Man yet lookin’ fer. Be wit'cha inna minute, kiddo,” the man quips easily, “Just gotta put on some finishin’ touches fer ya.”

The carving knife is set aside in favor of a stump of an old black grease pencil which deftly makes a few marks on the doll.

“Aaaand done!” the Old Man announces. He turns to face Emmet with a gap-toothed grin as he tosses a small wooden doll at Emmet, who barely catches it in time. The man eyes him expectantly, “Whaddya say? Pretty spot on, I reckon.”

Blinking in confusion, Emmet gets his first look at the doll and is given pause.

It’s a simple, stylized human figure, its stumpy left arm pointed forwards with its right pointed to the side. It’s painted in white with trademark brown bands along the sides and along its flared sleeve cuffs. A familiar white hat sits on its head, bearing the distinct blue and white livery of Gear Station. Its simple face bears a v-shaped smile and unmistakable pointed gray sideburns.

“O-oh! This is… me?” Emmet says with a puzzled tilt of his head. For a long moment, he stares blankly at the effigy of himself before a faint smile breaks across his face, “Neat.”

The man snaps his knee with a gleeful cackle, “Boy howdy, you’re the first fella in a while to not up and run off on me! The second I give ‘em their doll, it’s like they seen a ghost! I like ya, kiddo!”

“Thanks?” Emmet says, his smile hesitant, not entirely sure why anyone would flee from a display of an omniscient person’s power.

He looks back down at the doll, noting that it depicts him in his complete outfit, not his current shredded, torn and injured state. A state he wishes he could go back to. Pushing past the feeling of loss, he refocuses on the Old Man, smiling with faint hope,

“Then you really know everything?”

“Just about. ‘Round these parts anyways. And whatever else comes through!” the Old Man laughs as he rises from his chair onto stooped legs to hobble past Emmet. A shaky hand grips a knobbled, white cane, its pointed tip covered in polished brass. He shakes his head as he pushes open a sliding, wooden door and shuffles in, “Ain’t never a dull day in these here parts, kiddo. Always folks wantin’ to find answers until they get ones they don’t like. Then it gets real messy.”

Old Man invites Emmet into a mildly hoarded out cabin. He is a very gracious host, offering food and drink. But Emmet cuts to the chase.

“Something happened to my brother and I need to know what that was. People call him the Woodsman but his real name is Ingo.”

“Straight to the point. I can respect that,” the Old Man nods as he hobbles along. He prepares some tea on a banked fire, as he recounts, “Yeah, I know that fella. Kid’s got a real mean streak in him. And he used to be so nice too.”

“Yep… he was the nicest…” Emmet confirms, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. However, it quickly fades as reality reasserts itself, a deep sadness settling in his chest, “But now I’m not sure who he is anymore…” He looks up to the Old Man, pleading, “What happened to him? I need to know.”

The Old Man sucks on his pipe, his previous manic demeanor falling away to an alert calmness, staring at him evenly, “And why would that be?”

“Because I do not understand!” Emmet shouts, shooting to his feet. His fingers grab his hair as he paces the cabin, his thoughts and feelings boiling over as he rants in desperation, “I cannot understand! Why won’t he listen to me? Amnesia does not explain his refusal to listen!” He groans, despairing, “What am I missing? What am I doing wrong?!”

Emmet is left shaking and panting, struggling to hold back tears. He’s not sure why he lost control like that in front of someone he just met, but it hardly matters now. He doesn’t resist as the Old Man guides him to a seat. The Old Man patiently stays by Emmet’s side as he works his tangled knot of emotions under control, taking careful, controlled breaths.

“I’m sorry…” Emmet whispers, his dull voice choking with pain, “I just want him back so, so much…”

The Old Man soothingly rubs Emmet’s back, not unlike a doting grandparent would to an upset grandchild, “That fellah’s got no clue how lucky he is to have such a wonderful brother lookin’ out fer him.”

“How wonderful can I be if I can’t even get him to believe me?” Emmet answers mournfully.

He shifts but he accidentally jostles his burn, making him cry out in pain as he doubles over. He’s left cradling his injured arm to his chest, shaking and whimpering as fresh tears form in his eyes.

The Old Man offers to take a look at the wound and Emmet lets him, holding out his trembling arm. With great care, the Old Man unwraps Emmet’s tie and audibly winces at the sight. But as he examines Emmet’s burn, his expression darkens. He asks if Emmet is feeling any different, to which he just sighs and admits that he feels a lot more tired. The Old Man warns him that he needs to keep a closer eye on his moods. This wound has the potential to take his life if he's not careful.

Emmet isn’t sure what he means but guesses that it could get infected and go septic. He just nods along halfheartedly, letting the Old Man apply a salve to ease the pain before wrapping his arm back up.

From Emmet’s sullen demeanor, the Old Man surmises that he’s had it rough enough and could use a real break.

So the Old Man offers a wager. He likes Emmet and will give him information no matter what. But which sort of info that will be depends on if he can best the Old Man. If Emmet wins, the Old Man will tell him that which he wants to know. If Emmet fails, he will be told what he needs to know. Emmet figures the end result will be the same so he easily agrees.

The Old Man nods sagely.

The challenge?

“Hit me.”

Emmet stills, uncertain he heard correctly.

“…say again?”

The Old Man grins wide at him with his nearly toothless mouth, “You heard me. Hit me. Deck me. Punch me. Slap me. Kick me. Ya land a hit, ya win. If you don’t by the time I get bored, then ya lose.”

Emmet thinks about this. He pushes up his tattered sleeves. With a spark of life back in his eyes, he drops into a fighting stance, declaring,

“I am Emmet. And I like winning more than anything else!”

“I know ya do, kiddo,” the Old Man gives him another gap-toothed grin.

Unfortunately for Emmet, the Old Man is far more spry than he lets on. No matter how much Emmet swings at the Old Man, his opponent slips just out of reach or catches his blows and throws him off or simply trips him. More than once, Emmet finds himself crashing into a wall.

In the end, Emmet doesn’t hit the Old Man. But he does tackle him, which is better than not touching him at all. The Old Man laughs at his clever tilting of the rules. Emmet didn’t win but neither did he lose.

So the Old Man offers Emmet a tidbit of both what he wants and needs to know.

Emmet is told how his brother disappeared. Simply put, his brother did not leave of his own free will, slipping through an unexpected tear in space-time. It was just bad luck. Wrong place, wrong time.

A weight lifts off Emmet’s chest. He was always afraid Ingo left because he’d grown sick and tired of his weirdo twin. It’s a relief to know Ingo didn’t choose to be here.

As for why any of this happened?

The Old Man won’t say it himself, but he grimly informs Emmet that he needs to ask his little Starly friend.

Volo knows exactly why.

Volo hops back and forth before the hill steps, sort of a Starly version of pacing. He’s deep in thought, having begun to piece things together. For a moment, there’s a faint flutter of hope that perhaps his ordeal might see an end.

But when Emmet returns, Volo needs only one look at him to shatter that hope.

Emmet’s thin smile has vanished entirely. He watches silently as Volo tries fussing over him, nervously asking if he learned anything useful.

Instead of answering, Emmet quietly asks Volo what he has to do with everything that’s happened.

Volo’s heart sinks as he realizes what the Old Man must have said to Emmet. He tries to beg off but Emmet isn’t having it.

“Tell me the truth, Volo,” Emmet says, his flat voice rendered positively frigid. His silvery eyes bore burning holes into Volo, “Are you the reason why my brother was taken? Was Ingo’s disappearance your fault this whole time?”

“I-I can’t… I wasn’t targeting him specifically-! He came through by accident-!” Volo sputters, unable to stop the words even as he internally screams at himself to shut up.

Emmet’s eyes widen in shock, but it’s quickly replaced by a disgusted glare.

“You knew,” he hisses.

Volo is quick to make excuses, his wings outspread, pleading, “I-I’m sorry! It was such a long time ago, I didn’t think-!”

“This whole time, it was your fault,” Emmet whispers. He turns away from Volo, unable to face him as his voice trembles from barely restrained anger, “…I trusted you.”

“E-Emmet, it was an accident-! I didn’t think he was anyone important—!”

Emmet can’t even look at Volo, only uttering a single word:

“Leave.”

“Emmet-!”

“I SAID LEAVE!!!” Emmet screams, spinning on his heel to glare daggers at Volo. His face, usually so open and friendly to a fault, is now twisted into a snarl of such pure rage and hatred that it stops Volo dead in his tracks. For a split second, Volo thinks Emmet is about to stomp him flat. But instead, Emmet sharply turns away from Volo and storms off without another word.

All Volo can do is watch as what was once his only friend walks out of his life. Anger bubbles up in his chest, the unfairness of it all making him snap.

“Fine! Fine! You know what?” Volo spits back at Emmet, furiously flapping his wings to hover in place, “I will! I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again! How do you like that!!”

Emmet doesn’t even acknowledge him. There is not a hint of hesitation as he marches forwards in furious determination. His eyes are set ahead, resolutely ignoring everything else around him.

This just sets Volo off even more, “Yeah! That’s right! Leave! Just walk away like everyone else! Don’t bother looking at the only reason you even got this far! I don’t matter to anyone in the end!!!”

But by this time, Emmet has already walked well out of sight. Realizing he’s completely alone, Volo’s indignant fury deflates, fluttering to the ground, his wings drooping and despondent as he stares out at where he last saw Emmet.

For all his rage, even Volo knows he deserves this in the end.

“Emmet… Sinnoh, I am so sorry…”

Part 9

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon black and white #pokemon black 2 and white 2 #under the city streets au #submas #subway boss ingo #volo #starly #arceus #maybe?#coramatus's artwork

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tiptapricot · 2 years

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MK liveblog moments, The Goldfish Problem

Steven checks for footprints when getting up and winces at his ankle

I love Steven I love him so much

Oh my god episode one has so much foreshadowing

Wonder where Steven keeps his name tag when he’s at home bc he takes it from his chest pocket

I NEED to see the convo that happened w Dylan in a season two also she seems so fun

Taweret plushies my beloved

STEVEN CALLS DONNA CAP’N

I literally cannot see Steven as Oscar they just look diff it’s ridiculous

Ammit plushies :-)

GODD THE MUSIC IN EP ONE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS

Steven already had a crush on Dylan n I’m just… thinking ab Jake or Marc setting that up for him again

The sound effects r so nice but on these speakers the dialogue is less crisp

Steven looks like he’s eating cereal while researching?

What is the origin of the staying awake thing like what is it for bc it sounds like it’s for somth paranormal

THE CUT FROM THE BED RO THE ALPS IS ALWAYS SO GOOD

Marc bestie whYYY did u jump out the window ily

Steven’s lips look nice w blood he should wear lipgloss

I wonder if Steven got shot while running away nnjust didn’t notice bc he was too scared

One of the ladies brings a dog to see harrow it’s v cute

Shaky cam following Steven is so gOood

“Call me Arthur” I’ll call u a bitch that’s what I’ll do fuck off

When harrow tells the lady he believes she’s been good but that the scales don’t lie it hits weird when u know he knows he’s unbalanced

I wonder where Marc n Harrow have met before. Like it had to b through or bc of Khonshu or somth with the avatar switch n I wanna know like… bc he doesn’t seem to have actually met met him so maybe he’s been watching the caped stories from afar?? V intriguing.

Steven’s lil eye crinklies :-)

The. Score. I’m. HMGGGHG.

I rlly wanna know which of the Alps switches r Marc vs Jake

Wham :-)

There should b more wham songs in MK and in action movies in general esp beyond Wake Me Up bc there’s some other fantastic songs

I’m glad that we see Steven swear normally bc it wouldn’t feel right if he didn’t

We need to hear him say fuck tho

I like that Khonshu’s voice always seems to be coming from above, like he’s in the overvoid

Oscar has such good acting in every ep but this one esp it’s like

He does such a good job w Steven’s panic

I hope Dylan n Steven get to b friends again

The failed date scene… aughhhhh

I NEED TO SEE

FRENCHIE

Call 32 looking at u so hard

Watching this on a big screen in a dark room truly brings out the creep factor n makes all the darker scenes so much more fun n dramatic

Also Steven mentions contacts which I assume he actually had w the glasses

Also fuck that lady in the elevator who freaked out from Steven just bc he was acting distressed

Also I wonder what Marc did that evening when he took back over for Steven

Also he dressed him in a flat shirt instead of a patterned one that’s such an interesting deet

Idk if I just dk how displays work but are the pillars in the gallery w Ammit on em like remakes or are those real n just not behind glass

Steven asks “are you going to kill me?” So plainly I love him. And hen Khonshu flickers the lights bc no way his avatar isn’t gonna die. Also the speech harrow gives Steven is ab Khonshu but it probably hits more like ab Marc to steven

Steven’s fingers twitch while harrow judges the body

THE PART WHERE HE LOOKS AT HIS REFLECTION N WALKS AWAY N IT DOESNT I LOVE THIS EP GODDDDD

I wonder if Steven watches horror or not I could see him being interested in the effects

I LOVE HOW OSCAR MAKES HIM MOVE N WALK ITS SO FUCKING HHHHHHGVBBB

His poor arm :-(

THE BATHROOM SCENE THE BATHROOM SCENE AHHHGGHHHGGHH

Ur not gonna die. Let me save us.

GOING OUT TO SPACE AHHHH

The way the bandages r hesitant n slow bc the switch is

The wedding ring being cracked in three haha Layla ur marrying three guys

Also didn’t realize the bullet hole in the glass in the credits has their face reflected in it

#the fruit is talking again #MK liveblog

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msclaritea · 9 months

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Man Of Steel References Honoring The Snyderverse In Blue Beetle Explained

Blue Beetle will feature references to Zack Snyder's Man of Steel, and the movie's director explains the choice. Snyder's Man of Steel started the DCEU back in 2013, with Henry Cavill's Superman being the shared universe's first hero. While the Blue Beetle movie is not part of James Gunn and Peter Safran's new DC Universe, Xolo Maridueña's Jaime Reyes is the new DC Universe's first movie character. That parallel between Blue Beetle and Man of Steel is not the only connection between the two movies.

During an interview with Nestor Betancor (via The Direct), Blue Beetle director Ángel Manuel Soto revealed that the movie will have references to Man of Steel.

According to Soto, he was excited to see Snyder hype fans to see Blue Beetle, as he respects the DCEU's former architect, saying, "his films are an immense influence." The Blue Beetle director then went on to reveal that his movie has "some references to 'Man of Steel' that we made out of honor and respect for the work and art of Zack Snyder." Check out the full quote below:

“Waking up in Mexico to the news that [Zack] Snyder wants to see it too, a director that I respect so much, that his films are an immense influence… Even in 'Blue Beetle,' there are some references to 'Man of Steel' that we made out of honor and respect for the work and art of Zack Snyder. Also, seeing David Ayer sharing it… It’s like, ‘WOW, brother!’ How nice it feels to have that support from people that one respects and that the fans also respect.”

Why Blue Beetle Having Man Of Steel References Is Bad

While Man of Steel is a good movie, and there are similar themes between Cavill's Superman debut and Blue Beetle, the new DC film would be better off not referencing the DCEU's first entry at all. Gunn and Safran were brought in to oversee the newly founded DC Studios to go away from the controversial decisions made by the former management during the DCEU.

Snyder did not actively work on any project for DC — other than the popular Snyder Cut of Justice League — after he departed 2017's Justice League. However, Snyder's DC movies are heavily associated with most of the controversial decisions that led to the DCEU not being as successful as it should have been. With the DCEU now being rebooted in favor of the new DC Universe, Blue Beetle referencing Man of Steel adds some unnecessary baggage to the movie.

Blue Beetle needs to be a breath of fresh air to the franchise, with the movie's standalone story and debut of a new hero being the perfect setup for its success, and adding in references to a movie from the controversial DCEU might hurt the film's box office chances. DC's other two 2023 releases so far, Shazam! Fury of the Gods and The Flash bombed in great part due to its DCEU connections. Remaining largely standalone, with perhaps Blue Beetle's post-credits scenes giving a peek at the new DC Universe, seems like the best option for the movie to succeed."

This is such bullshit. First the Anti-Anerican narrative for Bane. Now this.

Riffle me this: IF Warner Bros Discovery were truly serious about a DC reboot, a clean slate, why would they allow Soto to put Snyderverse references in Blue Beetle?

(From May 2, 2006)

Warner Bros.'s upcoming Justice League franchise is looking a little shaky these days.

Last week, Seth Grahame-Smith, the director of The Flash movie, which is scheduled for 2018, left the project, citing creative differences. And there have been rumors that director James Wan is getting cold feet with his Aquaman movie (which Wan later dispelled).

The turmoil reportedly stems from director Zack Snyder, the man who bungled Batman v Superman, a film that Warner Bros. believes didn't live up to expectations at the box office. Snyder is also the creative lead for the Justice League franchise and part of the Warner Bros. braintrust for the DC Comics cinematic universe. Ergo, because Batman v Superman disappointed, executives are now worried that Snyder's vision — a grim Superman, a Batman who tortures and brands people for death, lots of scenes in which Batman does Crossfit, etc. — isn't the best way to go.

But Snyder's plans for his comic book superhero movies shouldn't be a surprise to anyone, including critics. Back in 2008, Snyder gave a revealing interview to Entertainment Weekly about how he sees comic books, superheroes, and his upcoming movie (at the time) The Watchmen. The piece has been making the rounds on Twitter for how much it traces the psychology of Snyder's movies, from older titles like The 300 and Suckerpunch all the way through Batman v Superman.

The Q&A touches on a lot of different topics, but one of the most striking parts of the discussion comes when Snyder talks about his dislike for comics without gore or sex. He said:

You could call it "high-brow" comics, but to me, that comic book was just pretty sexy! I had a buddy who tried getting me into "normal" comic books, but I was all like, "No one is having sex or killing each other. This isn’t really doing it for me." I was a little broken, that way. So when Watchmen came along, I was, "This is more my scene."

Snyder not liking comic books where people don't kill each other explains his Superman; traditionally, Superman's entire existence is about inspiring and being bright and hopeful, but Snyder's iteration of the character kills someone in Man of Steel.

Later in the interview, Snyder talks about Christopher Nolan's Batman trilogy, revealing that if he'd been at the helm, he would have gone a lot darker than Nolan did by incorporating prison rape:

Everyone says that about [Christopher Nolan’s] Batman Begins. "Batman’s dark." I’m like, okay, "No, Batman’s cool." He gets to go to a Tibetan monastery and be trained by ninjas. Okay? I want to do that. But he doesn’t, like, get raped in prison. That could happen in my movie. If you want to talk about dark, that’s how that would go.

It's a mystery why Snyder believes that prison rape, sex, and death are what people want to see in superhero films — that comic book fans who love Superman really wanted to see him start killing people, or that Batman fans would really relish seeing the greatest detective alive not be able to tell the difference between a boat and a crime lord.

There's a reason these superheroes and their comics have endured. And even when Frank Miller and Alan Moore introduced grit and darkness into their worlds, it wasn't darkness for darkness's sake — which is what Snyder seems to be obsessed with.

Of course, the most baffling part of all this is that unless a shakeup happens at Warner Bros., Snyder is very close to making all of his terrible ideas come true."

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Van Der Wulff Academy (Ideas based on song ideas & prompts)

~ Secret Admirers Week ~

It was no secret Emma’s family donated heavily to the school which is how she got away with Secret Admirer’s week. A whole week that was dedicated to love as she put it. In reality it was a week where she was sent gifts and goodies anonomlsy from people who were afraid of her or who had a crush on her. It was a giant Ego fest and of course through the years it became a completion between her squad and Taylors. Who would get the best things, the most expensive stuff. But now they had even more competition with the newly formed funhouse.

~ MONDAY ~

~ Somebody to love : Queen ~

Namjoon was usually up before anyone in his house and in school before some of the teachers. But today was a special day, the start of the stupid Secret Admirers Week. While he usually thought this week was pointless, he was half excited / half nervous to give a certain blonde the gift he had wrapped so nicely in its package that hung in his hand.

As he approached Katya’s locker, guilt started to creep up his spine and doubts started to flood in. What if he wasn’t careful with his purchase? What if Taehyung saw the dress and when Katya opened it... he would know it came from him. No he was careful. He kept the dress at Jacksons and wouldn’t even let Jackson look at it, saying he was holding it for a friend. Jackson had kept his word and when he went over this morning he found Jackson had hidden it in the back of his closet to make sure no one else disturbed it. Taehyung would never know.

Besides, was it really bad what he was doing? Taehyung and Katya were a cute couple but the could never be long term. The Kim’s were to traditional and since V was there first born male, he could never marry a foreigner. Katya was loosing a battle she didn’t even know she was fighting. Namjoon felt bad for her, so this dress and jewelry combo would be perfect for her. She could wear them to the dance on Friday or whenever she went out.

He undid her locker and placed the box wrapped in her favorite shade of blue and the card typed out with the words

‘From your secret admirer, I saw you admiring it in the window and had to get it for you. ❤️~

With that he quickly closed her locker and tried to steady the shaky beating of his heart.

~ Roses : Outkast ~

Normally Makayla loved ‘Love’ week as she called it, in normal circumstances any gift she got she wore and politely and very sweetly rejected any man who asked her out. She was so nice with it that many men took it very well and she still remained friends with most of them. But that was before she caught Tyler tonguing her male cousin, one she was supposedly close with.

So when she found a gift on her desk in her science lab she wanted to throw it away. It was three necklaces, one that held a chain, one that had an angel charm and the other a red heart. She turned over the card half expecting it to be from Tyler but the hand writing was different. Bigger and in nicer cursive. ‘PRETTY THINGS FOR A PRETTY THING - BT’ Who was BT? she thought as she examined the necklace and while she couldn’t think of a BT she found it brought a smile to her face.

By the time science ended she and taken off her own necklace and the three sat perfectly on her collar bone. She smiled at the compliments and took a few pictures, posted on social media by Katya by the time her next class was in session.

She was setting up for her art class when she heard a voice behind her followed by three short taps to her shoulder. “You like my gift then!” It was a females voice and with a curious smile Makayla turned back. The smile faded when she saw who it was. Bella Thorne. B.T. Makayla felt sick, the necklaces feeling like they were suddenly too tight and her breaths shortened.

“You?”

“Me!” Bella smiled looking Makayla up and down, settling on her chest before traveling back to her face. “I know you just broke up with-”

“No.” Makayla said suddenly. “No, to whatever you are going to say. You are supposed to be Tylers friend, and your asking me-”

“Please,” Bellas hand slid over makayals own, “We both know Tyler didn’t serve you, and its not like he wants you anyway.” She nicked under her breath. “I heard hes into something you don’t have.” her eyes glanced down to makayals crotch.

“Get away from me.” Makayla snapped at her as her bubbling anger rose to its surface.

“Makayla-” Bella started but Makayla shook her head. Her manicured fingers taking off the jewelry and grabbing Bellas hand shoving it back into her hand.

“No way, no way.” She shook her head and started to gather her purse.

“Miss Arrabah are you alright?” Mr Greene asked seeing the now frazzled girl getting up.

“Yes I Just need some air,” She said abandoning her canvas and moving her hair from her face. The lingering feeling of the necklace making her sick. If Bella knew did that mean everyone did? Was she going to be the laughing stock of the school? Poor stupid Makayla who had no idea her boyfriend was sleeping with her cousin.

“I’ll take her!” Bella shouted.

“No, leave me alone.” Makayla said unable to look at her and instead ran out of the class room.

~ West Coast : Lana Del Rey ~

You expected Jooheon to get you something small, like chocolates or flowers. So imagine your surprised when you saw bear, the size of him sitting on your table in the cafeteria. Jooheon stood next to it, a grin on his face and a cluster of red heart balloons gripped in his hand. You were taken aback and felt all eyes on you as you approach him, all eyes including Edwards hot glare on your back.

Last Friday at the club you persuaded Jooheon to help you get Ed jealous and it worked. You danced and grinded on him causing Ed to leave the club. He deserved it though... if he could answer he was single to quickly then you could act like you were too. It was Jooheon who proposed that both carry on the charade wanting to see how far he could push Edward. I guess Ed should ahem been nice to him instead of calling him a ‘rice picking cat eating ping lee’.

Jooheon was doing a fantastic job, anytime he saw Ed in the hallways or outside of the school he made a big show of leaning next to you, taking your hand in his, or generally being close to you and now he bought you the biggest teddy bear you'd ever seen. His dimples made you inwardly swoon as you approached him and he handed you the balloons.

“I know I'm not playing by the rules” he said referring to the secret part of teh secret admirer week “But I don’t want it to be a secret.” He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, and thats when you heard Edward huff and walk out.

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Getting Creepy on a Friday Night

Chapter 2: Mid Fight-Crashes

You sighed softly as Sarvnete takes her place on the opposite side of the rapping area. Pico and Whitty sit on the speakers. And by that I mean Pico sits on them while Whitty sits next to them. You breathe in and looks towards her, smile crooked.

“I-I’m sorry you have t-to see me l-like this.” Sarvente starts, looking up sadly as majority of her body was corrupted. You smile at her softly.

”It’s ok Sarv. It’s not your fault.” She gives a shaky, half smile.

”I-I wasn’t expecting Bee to come in… and c-cause such a m-mess…”

Bee? Right…. Him and Cherry did cause such a mess, huh? You just nod at her.

”Hey it’s ok. We’ll get through this, together.” She looks at you, nodding and repeating ‘together’ to herself.

”O-Ok.“ Pico starts the music. Sarvente’s voice was so disoriented but also still lovely in a way? It was odd… but you were determined to help her. The first song went off without too many problems, the corruption fading off her body slightly. Despite her unease her smile seems to show relief, if only a little.

”Hey that’s good Sarv. Keep fighting it ok? Let’s keep going!” She dives into the next song, seemingly a tad more upbeat about it. You follow along as Pico and Whitty cheer you on from the sides.

”Damn they’re pretty good” Whitty nods in agreement with the ginger head’s statement. You and Sarv sounded nice together…. Would you and him sound nice in a duet?….. best to wait til this bull shit ended.

At the end of the song most of the black substance coverin her body subsided. She grins at you.

”Y/N it’s working! I-I feel like me again for the most part!” You cheer as well before loud foot steps were heard. O-Oh dear that HAD to be who you think it is….

The large Russian bass man walks into the room. It was even more unsettling to see that lemon’s smile on his face because Ruv n e v e r smiled. His good, non corrupted eye glances around the room.

”Y/N?” Fuck he sounds like he’s in pain. You knew Ruv. He had a high tolerance to pain. So for him to sound the way he does was off putting. “Ruv- they really got to both of you… huh?” He gives what you could only assume was a bitter chuckle.

“You shouldn’t have come here. H e wants you to j o i n us…. And not the church.” He? He who? ”P l e a s e go…..” He seems to bend over in pain, the black substance trying to cover what remained.

”RUV NO-“ Sarvente also nearly collapsed, although since her corruption had begun to disperse she caught herself. Ruv rises to his feet, grinning at you…. With that twisted grin you absolutely despised. He raises the turned off mic to his mouth and the music starts. Fuck you weren’t ready for that. By the beat drop your body gave out. A Yelp of pain. Pico and Whitty spring up to help you. Pico taking you to the speakers as Whitty keeps Ruv from coming closer. You look at your hand…. It’s black. Black as a starless night sky.

Whitty looks at you. “Y/N I got this. You take a break”

”B-But Whitty-“

”I’ll be ok!” He gives you a reassuring smile. You just look at him before sighing and nodding. He turns to Ruv and the rap battle begins.

It was a clash of two of the loudest voices known to man kind but they… blended so well together. You bop your head as Pico holds onto the speakers for dear life.

”Oh yeah his mic isn’t on” Pico knew which male you were referring to immediately.

”he’s shaking the entire goddamn church! WDYM ITS NOT ON??” You give a cryptic smile. The song ended and Ruv falls to a kneeling position, breath heavily. The black substance falling to just below his knees.

”Ruv! Ruv are you ok?” His head snaps up, looking towards your hand… he hurt you…

”Ruv it’s ok. It’s fading now, see?” True to your word it went down to your finger tips. Sarv steps back up.

”I think I know how we can end this” Oh right! ”Woo Sarv show em the sexy beast you are” That got a laugh out of her. Despite the despairing situation the solution and light hearted joke made it less tense. Pico stares, wide eyed at Sarv’s demon form. You nudge him and he looks at you before huffing. The music starts and you hop off the speaker but Whitty already started singing. This song was an endurance battle really. You blink- HE DID NOT JUST-

“D-Did he just add megalovania?” Pico nods, slightly disappointed.

”He did-“ Whitty sounded… really nice. It’s been so long since you heard him sing… it was refreshing??? The song was coming to a close and you quickly join in. When the song ends Sarvente nearly collapsed. You rush over to her as the last of the black substance fades. Ruv breathing in and out. Leaning against a pillar himself.

Sarvente pulls you into a hug and softly sobs. “Th-Thank you, Y/N” You pat her back.

”What are friends for?”

”Yeah…. Thanks” You look at the tall bass man and smile. His mouth twitches, but that’s about it. That was the only thing that could tell you.

If he could he would smile. Pico hops off the speakers as they disappear. Whitty looks between everyone in the room.

”So I hate to be the bringer of reality but… now what? I mean now that we know this shit is reversible, what’s the game plan?” Honestly Whitty was right… what WAS the plan? You weren’t too sure yet.

”I guess right now we should… rest? Figure something out in the morning?” Everyone nods in agreement at your statement.

”With that idea in mind… who are you bunking with?”

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Who are you bunking with? Select 2 (This will NOT impact the story greatly. Just starting relationships)

Whitty

Ruv

Sarvente

Pico

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Aaaaaaaaa I have finished it! Huzzah!! :D this draft has been in the works for a little over 2 months now but it’s here!!! I will be… switching between Keith and Bee it seems. Name wise. So how are y’all? Good?

-Cloaked

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sunlight sunset - andy barber smut

The one where Andy throws you a baby shower and you thank him after.

Warnings: smut (p in v), masturbation (f), dirty talk, probably a little bit of daddy kink, pregnancy, the misconstruct of gender that I tried to avoid by referring to biological sex only, curse words, dirty talk

A/N: this was requested by 🤰 anon and it turned out to be much fluffier than any smut I’d ever written previously. Also, I ended up changing the idea of the reader’s “thank you”, I don’t really know why, but I just figured Andy would be in really soft mindset after a baby shower 🤷‍♀️ Also, this is sort of a part two to this fic

Andy’s P.O.V.

“Shh, everyone! I think I hear her!” All around me, the sound of conversation suddenly dulled, people trying to make themselves smaller to fit behind furniture or walls and I had to cough to hide a laugh, but truly, it was just sweet. There weren’t many people in my apartment, Y/N didn’t have a lot of friends she cared enough to let them be a part of her pregnancy, and I still hadn’t managed to get her father to accept the idea of his baby girl having a baby, but at least her mom was here and Jacob was too.

“Do you think she’ll like it?” My son asked me, fingers absentmindedly playing with a blue balloon while his eyes remained trained on the door, waiting for her to burst through. I knew he was hoping for a little boy, someone he could help shape and not worry about, but I was rooting for a baby girl despite not having the guts to admit it to my girlfriend. I could just perfectly see it, me and her, raising this little version of her together, and she’d be loud and opinionated and the best parts of both of us and I just loved her already.

I knew it was a girl. I just knew it. I felt it deep in my gut, every night when I talked to Y/N’s still barely-there belly. But I let her and Jacob believe it was a boy. That was just something I kept to myself and my unborn child, the secret that would come out tonight.

“I sure hope so,” I muttered, trying to look unworried but probably failing. It’s just, Y/N had been having such a hard time lately, between telling her parents about the pregnancy, moving in with me, telling Jacob and her friends and it was just a whirlwind of emotions for us both, but of course, it hit her harder than me. She was the one dealing with the body changes and the misconceptions that people had about the nature of our relationship. I just wanted this one experience to show her how this pregnancy wasn’t all stress and tears.

But of course, I should have known better.

“Surprise!” Everyone shouted when the door opened, a surprised Y/N covering her mouth as she took in the balloons, her friends, the cake and me. And then, as if on cue, she burst into tears.

I shouldn’t have expected any different, really. After the first initial shock wore off, I found myself chuckling as I beckoned my sobbing girlfriend into my arms, delighted to have her warm body to squeeze again.

“Baby, don’t cry… This is supposed to be a nice thing!” It only made her cry harder, clutching at my shirt as I couldn’t control my amusement, trying to get her to separate from me just enough so I could cradle her face.

“It is nice! It’s so nice… I don’t deserve you, Andy.” The thought was so absurd to me that a fucking snort came out as I grazed her cheekbones with my thumbs. God, she was beautiful. And mine. All mine.

“Oh, please, sweetheart. If anything, I’m the one who’s unworthy of you.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The utter stupidity of the statement had me gasping, and then promptly slapping one of the arms with which he was holding me. “Don’t be an idiot. You’re too intelligent for that.” That earned me one of those hearty laughters that started from the depths of his chest and that warmed me to my very core, leaving my face burning. God, how I loved this man. And how I loved to be the reason for his laughter.

“C’mon, princess. Let’s open that envelope. I’m dying to know what we’re expecting.” Oh, right. As if on cue, my hands started sweating and my heartbeat picked up, the anxiety about knowing our child’s biological sex finally hitting. I was hoping for a boy, but I knew he wanted a girl. As much as he tried to hide it, I could just read right through his expectant face.

With shaky hands, I reached into my purse and pulled out the little red envelope that the doctor had given me. At first, I thought it was weird that Andy had decided to skip this one appointment, since he was so enthusiastic about being a part of everything, but now, as I stared at the balloon and the familiar faces of my friends, it made sense.

“Can I open it?” He asked, almost too quietly, large palm turned up as he waited for my reaction. I didn’t need to think about it, immediately dropping the paper in his hand, almost laughing at how ridiculously small it looked with him holding it. “Here we go.”

I knew all around us, everyone was waiting to hear the single word contained in that note, excitement barely concealed as the air around us felt electrified with it. But I couldn’t even care. At the most, I noticed my mom and Jacob holding hands not that far from where I stood with Andy, and the image made me smile right as my boyfriend’s face lit up like a christmas tree when he processed the doctor’s ruling.

“A girl. It’s a girl. We’re having a girl!” He darted into my arms and behind me, I felt as someone else - most likely Jacob - hugged me too. They were followed by each and every person in the room, until there was no one else to congratulate me on the news. We ate cake, talked and then, one by one, everyone left, and it was only Andy and me.

When I turned to look at him, after seeing the last visitor out, it was only to find his darkened, lust-filled eyes staring right at me as he sized me up, his hands in his pockets and the sweetest cockiest smirk on his lips.

“Come here, baby.” There was no hesitation, I didn’t even think before I moved in his direction. As I approached, he sat on the couch behind him, hands beckoning me closer and closer, until I was just close enough that he could easily pull me to straddle his legs.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he whispered as he nuzzled his bearded face against my neck, tickling me while making my pussy throb at the same time. A shiver of pure desire ran up my spine, right as I started to unconsciously grind my crotch over his, already desperate for a release.

“I-I’m thinking…” I tried, only to stop in a gasp as Andy suddenly seized my waist, forcing my movements to gather some speed. The friction was nothing like what I truly wanted, but it was just enough to make me whimper for my boyfriend’s wonderful touch.

Andy’s P.O.V.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” I urged, knowing that I was teasing her and knowing that she knew, especially since I couldn’t keep the smirk off of my face. “If you tell me what you want, I might give it to you.”

It was an offer she couldn’t resist, I knew even before I whispered it in her ear, but as I kept stimulating her body and she didn’t find a way to stop me, instead of finally confessing what was going through her mind, what I got was an exasperated, “Stop doing that! I don’t wanna cum yet!”

It made me laugh and decide that I definitely wouldn’t be stopping any time soon, so I opted to suck on one of her earlobes, appreciating the little shiver that she tried to hide before asking, “Why not?”

She hesitated for a second, but I couldn’t tell if it was because she wanted to hide it or if she simply still couldn’t gather her thoughts enough to voice them, although the way her fingers were buried in my shoulders made me think the last option was more probable. At last, she admitted right right before throwing her head back and whining, “Because I want to be the one pleasing you.”

She was heaving now, delicious breasts bouncing before me and just begging to have my mouth wrapped around one nipple, but her confession felt so silly I ended up laughing and capturing one of them between my fingers, instead.

“Can’t you feel what seeing you like this does to me?” I asked, making sure to raise my hips so there was no denying the hard line of my cock against her cunt. “I’m sorry you don’t feel like cumming, princess, because that’s exactly what you’re going to do. So just relax and accept it.”

It didn’t take long for her to cum after that, and I took in every beautiful second of the perfect image as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hips seemed to take a rhythm of their own.

“That’s my girl,” I cooed softly as I watched her slowly come back to me, eyes blinking lazily to look up at me from under her eyelashes with an expression that was simply sinful. “Can you open this for me, baby girl?” I asked as my hands remained occupied with holding her up, gesturing towards my own crotch, but it felt unnecessary when her hands immediately flew down to rub the boner I’d been sporting for quite a while.

“Yes, princess. Can you get my cock out, please? I really need to be inside of you now,” I confessed, nose rubbing over the soft skin of her neck as her small hands expertly unzipped my pants and I raised my hips up just enough so she could wrap her fist around my member and pull it from its confines.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Nothing felt quite as good as having my hand wrapped around Andy’s cock, knowing it would be inside of me, making me whole in just a few seconds. And knowing that he was giving me the control to grab it and put it in me myself just had me excited like nothing else.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I noted, raising myself just enough to rub the head of his member against my lower lips. The action had him grunting before groaning in frustration, grip in my ass tightening in a sort of warning.

“No, I figured it’d be easier this way. Didn’t anticipate you being such a tease, though.” The grumpy tone of his voice made me giggle, and I slowly lowered myself down on his hard cock, moaning out loud and holding my own breasts as he hissed to the feeling of my pussy squeezing him.

“You feel so fucking good.” Just the hoarseness of his voice had me whining, even before he used the grip on my ass to make me start riding him. “You make me feel so good, baby girl. No one can make me feel as good as you do.”

Only this man could have me simultaneously melting from his sweetness while cumming on his dick while he pounded me from the bottom. “I wish I could keep you right here, sweetheart. Right here, sitting on my dick, all day, everyday.”

I saw the way his eyes never left my bouncing breasts, and when he licked his lips with an expression of pure hunger, I came, knowing I was bringing him with me when he let out a high-pitched moan and picked up his pace.

“Fuck, I’m yours, princess. I’m yours. Thank you for giving me our little family. I love you.” Grabbing his hand to give a kiss to his knuckles, I took a second to appreciate just how incredible this man was. Despite how hard this could be, I knew I’d never regret having him beside me.

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cuddlesslut · 3 years

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Beginnings

Chapter Ten of Home

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

Summary: a glance back

Warnings: some NSFW elements in this chapter

AN / so it looks like the chapters are going to be shorter than before but that’s just because I can only keep my energy up for so long. I really do enjoy writing but it’s easier for me to write smaller chapters rather than like before. Also I know Suna hasn’t been as present I promise we will be getting more of him soon! UNEDITED SORRY

Part Nine: Closure

You collapsed onto your bed immediately after getting home from lunch with Atsumu and you haven’t moved for at least half an hour. Emotionally you were exhausted. Seeing him and thinking about him still caused a pang in your chest but that reunion was needed. You needed to start moving past him, that much you decided. He was your first love and he wounded you in a way that may never fully heal but now there’s two amazing guys trying to help you move forward.

You let a long grown rubbing your hands over your face. This were complicated enough when you were still coming to terms with your felling with Hinata. God he must be wondering what the hell is going with you leaving with his teammate. Maybe Bokuto and Sakusa have already started filling in the blanks for him. You could see those idiots snickering to themselves when you had encountered the group earlier. A soft smile graced your lips thinking of those two. You missed those two, and their constant bickering. You had become close to the the team over the years. Having hosted several victory parties at your and Atsumu’s shared home.

A small tear slipped down your cheek running down your face as you lay staring at the ceiling. Just another thing you had lost because of the setter. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Shaking that thought from your mind it did no good to dwell on those things now. Thinking back to your favorite orange haired man you felt slightly nervous about having to explain everything to him. Sho is nowhere near as dumb as most think ,yes he tends to get a little over excited missing some details but he’s really quite clever, so he’s probably figured out most things. It’s not like he wasn’t aware of your past you had spilled that too him a lot quicker than you had planned. You can remember that moment clearly. It was the moment your feelings for Hinata had first started becoming deeper than you had intended, even though you denied them for a lot longer.

You stretched sitting up the soft cotton sheets falling your lap as you yawned searching searching the room for the familiar sight of Shoyo’s bright orange hair. You rose your brow at the lack of his presence. The small apartment was silent. Which made you draw the conclusion that he was not here, he’s to rambunctious to be home and not make any noise not that you minded. You had a clue where he could probably be and your suspicions were confirmed as you heard him enter through the front door. It surprised you the first morning it had happened but by now you are used to Hinata going for morning runs.

He stood in the door smile spreading across his face upon seeing you awake in this bed wearing only one of his old game shirts from Brazil. Your hair still a mess and the purple marks he left last night peaking out from the collar of the crew neck. It was certainly an amazing sight for him to come back to. He leaned against the door frame lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe some sweat from his face. Now it was your turn to appreciate the view. His abs and delicious v coming into sight. Grazing your eyes down to his workout shorts that fit nice and snug against his defined thighs. God his thighs were a blessing in and of themselves. After your quick glance you look back up to the eyes of the man in front of you.

“You know I’ll never understand how you can have the energy to go running in the morning after the nights we have,” you chuckle.

A wide grin sneaks his way to his face “ sorry I’m not the one who can barely walk in the morning,” he winks.

Your jaw drops at his cheeky comment. “ oh yeah we’ll have to change that,” you state smug unsure where all of this confidence came from. Although you weren’t expecting his response.

His eyebrow quirked at your insinuation, before smirking “ alright that can be arranged sometime soon!” He chuckled enthusiastically.

Your eyes widened the scenario playing in your mind quickly.

Hinata loved the shocked but curious expression painting your features. The next thing you new Sho had bolted from his spot jumping into the bed knocking you onto your back as he hovered over you. His hot breath tickled your neck his lips grazing your pulse before giving a nip. One hand had sneaked under the shirt you wore grasping onto your hip while the other kneaded your breast. Your breath grew shaky. He lowered his head to the valley between your breast before looking up to you. Peering at you through his orange waves that dangled in his face.

“You know I still have plenty of energy to take care of you,” he teased his voice dropping an octave. “ so baby tell where do you want me.”

“I want you,” you bite your lip looking at the sinful man in front of you. Your hand grips his chin pulling him up to you face to face, your eyes drop to his lips before returning to his darkened eyes. “In the shower, now get your sweaty ass off of me!” You push his Lunky body of off you before standing.

He groans looking over at you “tease!” He yells.

You turn back sticking your tongue out at him, “ go shower loser im going to make some coffee and breakfast,” you yelled over your shoulder as you headed to the kitchen. Hinata enjoyed the view of you walking away before sighing in defeat, he was really grimy from his run, plus he could use a cold shower right now.

———

You moved around his small kitchen with an air of familiarity. It was about a little over a month since your agreement of friends with benefits began. After fixing a small breakfast and some coffee Shoyo finally emerged fully dressed and cleaned. Taking a sip from his mug and surveying the food you had made. He smiled.

“Damn Y/N this looks amazing!” He smile his signature smile. “You know it surprise me how a girl like you is single!” He doesn’t sense the mistake he had made immediately. You had never talked about why you didn’t want to date before. Not feeling your tragic history with love was appropriate pillow talk. You froze at this statement. Unwanted thoughts and memories swirling in your mind. All of your insecurities starting to surface. Hinata noticed the shift in the air immediately. It was hard not to as your hands grabbed at the counter for some stability. Your eyes trained on the surface, voice caught in your throat. How do you respond to that.

If there’s one thing about Hinata that is certain it’s that’s he’s incredibly caring. He moved around the corner of the counter standing next to your side placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N are you okay! Was it something I said? I’m real sorry ya know!” You turn to him tears brimming in your eyes. He doesn’t speak again or ask you to just pulling you into him as you bury your face into his chest as you sob. He places a reassuring hand your back rubbing soothing circles onto your back hoping to help calm you.

It feels nice and it helps a lot more than you expected. Although guilt starts to build as you realize your crying in front of a man you only know through sex. God this is embarrassing. Before you can try to retreat. Sho navigates you to his sofa. After relaxing into the cushions you look up at him. While he’s trying to look calm and reassuring you can sense the worry in him.

He takes this moment to speak. “ you know you can talk to me Y/N I’ll listen to you about whatever you have going on, no judgment.” You sigh looking up at him. Looking up into his eyes you don’t know why you aren’t more hesitant but it honestly feels like you can tell him anything. And so you do. You tell him almost everything. Leaving out names and some of the more gory details. You tell him all about your heartache. And he sits and listens to you intently. Although he didn’t show it he was furious with how you had been treated. But he didn’t want to interrupt your venting. It felt really nice to actually talk to someone about everything and how you feel and Sho was amazingly supportive throughout the whole ordeal.

Wiping the mostly dried tears from your cheeks you gave Hinata a soft smile. “ thank you Shoyo I’m sorry I dropped all of this on you, it probably not what you signed up for.” You gave a nervous chuckle.

He returned your smile, looking at you earnestly, he gripped your shoulder gently making you look up at him. “Hey none of that non sense! You can always talk to me no matter what!” He smiled.

Your eyes shinned up at him with a forgotten emotion. “Really?” You questioned

His smile grew even bigger “Yeah! Absolutely! What are friends for!” He beamed!

Friends.... why did that word give you a pang in your chest.

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itsmaddienotmaddy · 3 years

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I missed my full recap last game because I was at the game watching LIVE but I’d feel weird if I didn’t keep it going, SO IM GONNA DO IT. Even though I am le tired

USWNT v Jamaica

Franch - I love her with my whole heart. She didn’t have to do too much. I’ll take it. I’m glad she’s back in camp

Abby - like I said before. Weirdly shaky. Not bad. Just more bobbling of the ball and back on her heels? I have no idea.

Tierna - so calm. So composed. COOL AS A CUCUMBER. The center backs didn’t have to do too much but I’d say she did enough to make her case as to why she should be playing more.

Sonnett - I talked her up all first half and then the second was pretty meh. She seemed to get in her own head after the defensive error which is a bummer. But as far as defenders go, she was doing the most running. Truly end line to end line. I thought she linked up with Rose and Midge SO well. And her and Kristie have a good passing connection as well. OH. And she had some nice crosses

Crystal - what can I say besides solid fucking half because Crystal Dunn is a consistently AMAZING player. Her one perfectly timed slide in the box was 😍

Lindsey - I mean, I’d prefer if she wasn’t the holding mid because it’s a more boring position for her. But she’s p damn good at it. Her passes were slightly off today but still solid game. Its just annoying knowing what she could be doing if she didn’t have to hang back so much

Cat - a quieter game for her. Would have preferred her at forward personally, but she didn’t have a bad game. Just not a stand out one. She had some crafty passing in and around the box that hit some deflections but the idea was THERE.

Rose. Oh sweet Rose. She was KILLING it until she went down. Despite only being in 30 minutes, the impact she had. I mean, come on. Hope she’s okay and stays healthy. The towel girl business is not for her. **side note, Lalas was blaming that one reckless foul on Sonnett but it was DEF Rose. She WRECKED that girl 😬

Sam - Sammy came right in, no warm up and was SO. GOOD. She is totally in her element and after listening to her talk about her being an alternate in 2016 and now being such a key player for this Olympics is so crazy. She deserves this. She was alllll over the field and her vision to get that assist to Alex. Perfection.

Kristie - so so happy to see her go in. Her corners and free kicks are lethal. She wasn’t as quick and sharp as we’ve gotten used to but I’m fully okay blaming the late game and all of that fucking tape holding her hamstring in place. There were a few near sister connection goals which would have been sweet. And when she screamed for that one ball from Sonnett and it came just a touch late and off... coulda shoulda woulda been a goal

Andi - wish she had more minutes. She keeps getting called in and there’s not a lot of time to see what she can do. I thought she played physical and solid for the time she was in

Carli - scored that goal! She sure did that! It was a sick set up and a beautiful ball in from Rose and she was in the perfect spot. Good for Grandma!

Alex - not a lot to say. She let that one ball roll through and had a good opportunity. And her finish was awesome! But I forgot she was out there most of the second half oops

Lynn - honestly didn’t get much of an opportunity to do things because the ball just wasn’t on her side. She was instrumental to getting Sam the ball for the assist to Alex so big positive there. Didn’t get to see speedy runs from her. But tbh, after sitting in the bench and coming in after 10 pm, I don’t blame her for being tired

Sophia - did fine. I think she’s an amazing player. Has she settled into international level pace? Not yet. She has moments of brilliance but I swear to god she watches and waits for the ball to come to her and when it gets intercepted I just about lose my mind.

And I saved the ANGEL GIRLS FOR LAST. BECAUSE CHRISTEN AND MIDGE WERE DOING THE MOST.

Christen didn’t have an overly eventful game. But when she had the ball, she was making a difference. Drawing the PK so strategically, tucking her shoulder underneath to make sure she was in front of the defender so it was an actual push? Genius. And the assist to Midge? And those were just the goal opportunities moments for her. She’s just the best.

And MIDGE. She’s making damn fucking sure Vlatko has her on that roster for Tokyo holy shit. The work on offense to keep and shield the ball, to work with her mid and defender to open things up, the crosses, the runs, the GOAL. This is Midge’s best national team showing so far for sure. It was beautiful to watch. And defense was uneventful but she held it down there too. YOU JUST LOVE TO SEE IT

I’m gonna go pass out now. Can’t wait for Wednesday

#uswnt #ad franch #abby dahlkemper #tierna davidson #Crystal dunn #emily sonnett #lindsey horan #rose lavelle #catarina macario #sam mewis #kristie mewis #andi sullivan #carli lloyd #alex morgan #lynn williams #sophia smith #midge purce #Christen press

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shingia · 3 years

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hii ! I love your writing and this is going to be my first request on this site so i'm a bit nervous. May I request your angst prompt #6 with either akaashi or bokuto (or anyone you want but I just love them gah) and something accident related if possible (but if not it's fine!), i'm an angst sucker ;-; thank you and have a nice day!

MEMORY - BOKUTO X READER

hi !! dw it’s completely ok to be nervous about your first request, i was literally shaking when i first sent mine ! and thank youuu it’s always nice to know that my work is appreciated 💕 i had no idea of which boy to choose but i never wrote angst for bokuto so here it is, i hope it’s what you had in mind ! <3

-> angst prompt #6 “stop saying my name like it’s the last time” (that one HURTS omfg)

-> bokuto x gn!reader | Angst with a capital A | word count : 2K

warnings : car accident, mentions of blood, hospital environment

bokuto always thought it was funny how a smell, a sound or a sight could hold enough power to trigger memories that he thought had been erased by time.

but no smell, sound or sight was ever needed for him to remember the day he first met you. how the purple lights of the bar were slowly dancing on your skin, casting shadows that made your features look different every time he casted guilty glances at you. he remembered the feeling of his sweaty palms when he asked for your number, and how you had to blink exactly four times to read his messy handwriting on your arm.

all these seemingly insignificant details were kept safe in the depths of his mind, patiently waiting to resurface every time his heart needed them. but if these kind of memories were kept so vivid by choice, others - much darker - had a terrifying way of imprinting into one’s brain…

it was a bright april afternoon, the kind of day that made people forget about their worries, and bokuto had just finished what he considered to be one of his best practice. as usual, his heart swelled with excitement at the thought that he would tell you all about it as soon as he’d step foot in your house, where he was just heading.

but the sudden vibration of his phone in his pocket made him stop dead in his tracks.

he was not particularly stressed by phone calls, but something about the way his heart dropped made his hands start shaking and his surroundings blurry ; something was off. he hesitated a few seconds before getting the phone out - maybe it was cowardice, but his body already knew that he was not ready to handle what was coming at him.

the voice he heard on the other side of the line was undoubtedly yours. the vibrations, the tone, the pitch, he had heard it whispering sweet nothings in his ear way to many times to be mistaken. so why did it take him so long to admit that it was well and truly you, calling him for what looked an awful lot like a goodbye ?

although pain and fear had grabbed you by the tongue, you miraculously managed to tell him about the poor driver that had been distracted by his kid - too distracted to see you crossing the road on your way to the store, and too slow to hit the brakes.

your voice was weak, so weak that bokuto did not even hear the last thing you said before passing out on the warm asphalt. and so he started running, as fast as humanly possible - if not more - because he knew he was only two streets away from you, and he knew that he would never forgive himself if he arrived too late.

bokuto had many preconceptions about the way he would ever react to an accident. panic, anger, sadness, incomprehension… but nothing could have prepared him for what it truly was. in one second, his mind had time to produce hundreds and hundreds of questions, and they all remained unsolved until his eyes finally laid on you, or more like what seemed like a nightmarish version of you.

a woman was frantically screaming, a hand over her mouth like it was of any use. behind her, a young girl was staring at the blood stain on the white car’s bumper, eyes wide in terror. and in the car, a giggling toddler was happily chewing on his teething ring, having no idea that today had changed his father’s life forever. the latter seemed stuck in a cataleptic trance, and it seemed like the first aider was not going to get anything out of him.

bokuto was ready to beg on his knees for the ambulance driver to allow him on the ride to the hospital. he had a thousand ways to prove that you were the love of his life : the picture of you in his wallet, your matching key rings attached to your respective bags, the crumpled receipt of the necklace he had bought you a month ago, the one that was now hanging loosely around your dreadfully immobile neck. but just a glance at his despaired eyes was enough to understand that he deserved his place by your side in what would probably be the worst moment of your life - and his.

three paramedics were too busy putting you on a stretcher for bokuto to even catch a glimpse of your face. and the fact that he was left alone with his imagination made him want to throw up. yet when his eyes finally laid on your bruised and bloody features, it felt much, much worse than anything his imagination could have thought about. his heart skipped more than one beat at the thought that maybe he had arrived too late.

but no, your eyes fluttered open while the medics were still yelling orders at each other, meaningless words that were only background noise for bokuto. his hands gripped the edge of the stretcher, even though they were longing for the touch of your skin, no matter how scratched and wounded it was.

« hey, hey, stay with me, alright ? » he articulated in a hoarse voice as your hand found its way to his cheek. seeing that, one of the medics started reaching for your arm - you had too many broken bones for him to allow you to move so carelessly. but one of his colleagues, a tall woman with the kindest eyes, stopped him before his fingers could wrap around your wrist. and the look she gave him was screaming for his indulgence. ‘let them’.

although the opaque windows were filtering most of the ambulance lights, faint beams of red and blue were still dancing on your face. it was true that bokuto did not need anything to trigger his memories of the first time he saw you, but the alternation of the two colors on your features were a bitter reminder of the purple neons that had lightened your face in that bar, where everything had begun. and so were his sweaty palms, warm and shaky against your wrist which he had grabbed as carefully as if it had been made of porcelain. but the blinks of your eyes looked nothing like when you tried to guess the numbers he had written on your arm. they were desperate movements of your lids that were painfully trying to stay open - because if you had one last wish, it was that bokuto’s face would be your last sight.

your facial muscles only allowed a few painless movements, and luckily for the both of you, a faint smile was one of them. « h-how was practice ? » you asked, the left corner of your lips curling upwards. he let out a sorrowful laugh, ignoring the tears that were prickling his eyes as he started to kiss your palm at an alarming pace, like he was so desperately trying to get something out of the feeling of your skin against his lips.

« you’re gonna be okay, i promise… i love you » he told you, eyes intensely locked with yours like it was the first time these words were leaving his mouth. « i love you. so much. i love y- i love you. so fucking much, i really love you » he repeated like a prayer, words mixing up in his mind that was too focused on your eyes to think clearly about anything else.

« kou… listen to me » you whispered, still trying your best to keep your smile when it felt like every fiber of your body was being torn apart. your thumb caressed his cheek, but so stiffly that you knew it probably did not even feel like your touch. « thank you for everything, for being you and for loving me. i love you too, and you deserve to be happy… »

no. this didn’t feel right. this wasn’t a promise of love, it had the bitter taste of goodbyes, of words that are said just to alleviate the pain of the living. « don’t say it like that, please » bokuto pleaded, hating himself for ordering you when you were in such obvious distress. but for the first time since that god-sent night at the bar, he hated the sound of every word that had left your mouth. he would have given anything to go back to just a few seconds ago, when you were still joking about his practice. because back then it didn’t feel like you were going to leave.

« you’re gonna be ok. i love you, kou », you said in an almost maternal tone. « stop saying my name like it’s the last time ! » he exclaimed with such vigor that even the medics stopped for a second. but you didn’t flinch, your eyes were still kind and peaceful. and they still were when your thumb progressively started moving, and when your lids slowly closed.

──

the hall of the hospital was cold - in every sense of the word. akaashi was nervously playing with the lid of his coffee, sat upright on a chair even though his legs felt restless. bokuto, on the other hand, had refused to eat, drink or even sit for one second until he had talked to one of your doctors. it had now been almost two hours - and every second felt like torture.

but oddly enough, akaashi was the first to react at the sight of your surgeon that was coming towards them at a frustratingly slow pace.

« how did it go ? » he asked, the joint of his hands white from holding his coffee cup so tight.

« they made it. our nurses brought them to a private room where they will be watched v- »

bokuto didn’t need to hear more. he had no idea of which room you were in, but it didn’t matter - the hospital was not that big, he’d find a way. he always found a way.

running like a madman, he couldn’t even hear akaashi yelling at him to come back. his heart was throbbing with happiness at the thought that you were patiently waiting for him in a room. safe and sound.

he had spent so much time hammering the most terrible scenarios in his head that he had almost started to believe some of them were true. in a sense, he had already felt how it would be like to live without you - and he was now promising himself to never feel that pain ever again.

tired of running around without knowing where he was headed, bokuto eventually asked a nurse to indicate him the room you were kept in. and, although it did not respect the hospital’s privacy policy, she gave him without thinking twice ; because just like every other member of the staff, she knew about the boy that had spent hours crying and waiting for his loved one. her eyes were blurry with tears when he thanked her about three time before heading to the said room.

and there you were. laying on your back, staring at the ceiling with your fingers fiddling with the sheets - just like you always did when you waited for him on his bed.

« oh thank god » bokuto breathed out, taking a few seconds to admire your features before running to your side. his hands were still wet from his tears and his eyes were red and puffy, but he had never felt so happy to hold you. his lips immediately found their way to your hands, completely ignoring the strong smell of betadine, and they stretched in a grin at the familiar feeling of your fingers that seemed so tiny against his.

when he finally looked up at you, he felt like the luckiest man alive. just the sight of you breathing was something he had started to give up on. your chest was slowly heaving and your eyes blinked exactly four times before an embarrassed chuckle left your lips :

« excuse me but… who are you ? »

@toworuu @catwithangerissues

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto angst #haikyuu x gn!reader #hqxreader

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 4 years

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lip sync your way into my heart

( @thecomfortofoldstorries and I got into a fun head-cannon debate last night about Tik Tok POVs and this is what happened)

--- Jaskier has never really been in the loop when it comes to social media. He was behind the curve when he made his Tumblr and he was two years late to sign up for Twitter. It’s no surprise that he finally downloads Tik Tok and makes an account several months after it’s become a viral platform.

That also means all the good usernames are taken; Jaskier types in @buttercup-bard, sees that it’s available, and calls it a day. This isn’t an app he’s going to care about. It’s just to waste time during his forty minute commute to and from campus.

Alas, he has ADHD...and this shit is addictive.

Especially, he hates to admit, the thirst-trap hotties who do weird, obscure, edgy POV videos. Jaskier knows they’re aimed primarily towards teen and young adult women but he’s a red-blooded Redanian gay. He’s horny. He can watch a few POV Tik Toks on the bus and thirst after pretty boys with big muscles...as a treat.

By Jaskier’s second week of classes he’s found a definite favorite Tik-Tokker (is that what they’re called? Or is it influencer? Jaskier doesn’t care). The guy is gorgeous. He has beautiful honey-gold eyes and long, silvery-white hair; which is appropriate since his handle is @whitehairdontcare. He makes a wide range of content, too. Perfect for Jaskier’s Concerta-focused tastes. There are some dances here and there and some Q&A videos, but for the most part he does POVs.

Jask and his roommates, Essi and Priscilla, have spent many happy hours poring over Mr. White Hair’s account, watching and re-watching their favorites from his vast repertoire of content. Essi loves his weird, edgy-boi shit. Stuff with titles like “POV: I fight the bully who insulted your haircut” or “POV: you make a deal with the devil for true love”. Stuff that Jaskier would have been into when he still listened to My Chemical Romance on the regular (okay, he still does, but don’t tell Essie).

Priscilla is a huge fan of Tik Tok dances. She follows every challenge and ranks her favorites, compiling them into a YouTube series that’s more for her self-gratification than anything else. Mr. White Hair is generally towards the top of her list whenever he deigns to follow a trend that doesn’t involve badly applied makeup blood smears. The guy clearly works out and the definition of his body (and the movements of said really hot body) make the dances look so much more fluid and fun. Jaskier and Priscilla clearly share a brain-cell when it comes to appreciating Mr. White Hair’s hotness.

Jaskier’s favorites, of course, are the cute little POVs that lie scattered between all the edgy ones. Stuff made for the softies of Tik Tok. Stuff made for boys like Jaskier. “POV: I fix your car for you” is the one he’s probably re-watched the most. Mr. White Hair is lying on his back beneath a jacked-up blue car, oil smeared in a few strategic places on his face, chest, and arms. At the very end of the Tik Tok he moves the wrench out of the way of his face completely and winks directly into the camera.

Jaskier hates to admit it, even to himself, but no matter how many times he’s watched that stupid twenty-give second video, that wink drops his heart straight down into his shoes and fills his stomach with butterflies.

---

“Hey do you guys carry fake blood here?” an almost terrifyingly deep voice asks from behind him. Jaskier twirls around on his heel, Retail Smile firmly in place, and loses his shit the moment he sets eyes on his latest customer.

It’s Mr. White Hair.

Here. In the middle of the aisle of the Party City where Jaskier works every weekend. He’s either going to throw up or pass out or both.

He doesn’t though. Instead, the Demon Lord of Retail possesses his body momentarily and nods, “Right over this way!” He leads the insanely attractive influencer over to the year-round section of Halloween FX makeup and gestures towards the shelf filled with various fake blood capsules, bottles, and packets.

“Thanks,” Mr. White hair smiles. Jaskier nods again, silent, and drifts back towards the counter in a daze. He’s the only one on shift right now (it is not a very busy Party City) and he knows that he can’t pass out on the dirty tile floor or he’ll get fired (and perhaps tetanus). He just needs to power through the next few minutes and then he can crouch next to the helium tank and freak the fuck out.

But not until Mr. White Hair is gone.

Just as Jaskier is re-learning how to breathe normally, the sexy internet star makes his way towards the counter with an armful of products and the retail worker loses it again. Thank god for the ability to compartmentalize.

“So, just these for you?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem! I love your Tik Toks by the way,” Jaskier replies automatically. His eyes widen slightly. Why the fuck did I mention his Tik Toks!?

“Thanks,” the guy says and blushes. “I didn’t know they’d gotten so popular.”

“You have like two million followers?” Jaskier laughs. “I think that makes you pretty popular. Maybe even famous.”

“Oh yeah...right.”

“Anyway, your total is going to be twenty-one fifty.”

Mr. White Hair pays and Jaskier bags all his fake blood, wondering the whole time exactly what kind of content he can look forward to seeing. More of Essi’s edgy shit, apparently. As he’s handing the plastic bag over the counter, Jaskier smiles and works up the courage to ask, “Is your hair naturally white? I don’t mean to pry, it’s just really pretty.”

Geralt’s face goes slightly pinker than before and he nods. “Yeah. Weird genetic thing. Thanks.”

“No problem. Right on,” Jaskier beams. “Well, it was nice meeting a famous person. Thanks for stopping in.”

“Thanks for helping me out,” the Tik Tokker replies. Jaskier watches him exit the store before ripping his phone from his pocket and dialing Essi. He needs to talk to her before he spirals into a giddy panic attack.

---

“Hey Jask have you seen that hot guy’s latest Tik Tok?” Priscilla asks, lounging across her futon like a queen. Jaskier looks up from his copy of The Collective History of Aedirnian Funeral Dirges and wrinkles his eyebrows in confusion.

“No, why?”

“You should go check your phone. I think you’ll be happily surprised.”

“Oh-kay,” Jaskier says, drawing out the ‘kay’ for as long as it takes him to get up from his seat on the floor and exit the room. He retrieves his phone from the charger in the kitchen and returns to Priscilla’s bedside. He opens his new favorite app and pulls up @whitehairdontcare’s page. There’s a new POV from earlier this morning and Jaskier taps on it.

His eyes go round when he reads the caption: “POV: You’re the cute cashier at the Party City and I’m bad at flirting”.

Mr. White Hair is staring into the camera with those beautifully golden eyes, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck with his hand while he lip syncs to whatever song is playing. He’s wearing a tight, navy blue v-neck and Jaskier can see the movement of every one of his ridiculously defined muscles as they flex. The silver wolf’s-head necklace Mr. White Hair always wears around his neck is in its usual place, dangling down between those perfect collarbones…

Jaskier takes a shaky breath and glances up at his friends, who are staring back at him with wide eyes. “It could be about anyone.”

“How many Party Cities do you think he went to yesterday?”

“I’m not going to get my hopes up,” Jaskier snorts. “He’s a social media influencer and I am one semester away from finishing my degree and my thesis. Why would he ever want to be with someone like me?”

Essi rolls her eyes and Jaskier goes back to his homework.

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Later that night, alone in his room, Jaskier plugs his earbuds into his phone and watches the Tik Tok over and over. He finds the song Geralt used and adds it to his Work Is Tough playlist, which he’s allowed to play over the loudspeakers at the store so long as he’s working a solo shift.

He watches Mr. White Hair’s plush pink lips move around the words and dreams of kissing them someday, as far-fetched as that scenario is (because this video is definitely not for him, that’s impossible):

“My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.

So won't you kill me, so I die happy.

My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury,

or wear as jewelry; whichever you prefer.”

Fucking Dashboard Confessional. Of course. One of Jaskier’s favorite bands from his emo days in middle school. If this really was for Jaskier, if this really was a legitimate attempt at online flirtation by Mr. White Hair himself, it was working.

Jaskier buries his head in his pillow and sighs.

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