#Darkroom Dubs

[stardust-bridges]

Club Furies Premiere: Tunnel Signs - Coral [Darkroom Dubs]

Darkroom Dubs es desde su nacimiento un refugio independiente para todas las formas de música electrónica underground. Fundado en 2003 en Glasgow, impulsado por el dúo de DJ y productores Silicone Soul, el sello se ha forjado constantemente en las horas más oscuras para ofrecer sonidos hipnóticos atemporales. Retorciéndose estrictamente en esos momentos misteriosos, sin respuesta, nebulosos, en…

[thatrickmcginnis]

JEAN-JACQUES BEINEIX, PAUL COX, HORTON FOOTE 1989 Toronto International Film Festival

The 1986 film festival was the first I covered as both a writer and photographer, and was the beginning of a quarter century of regular portrait work every September in the rooms of whatever hotels were hosting the guests and publicity suites that year. It was so much easier in 1986, before the big movie PR professionals showed up en masse, and you could still book nearly every shoot and interview through the festival's own press office. Besides David Lynch - my big score that year - I photographed people like Dutch-born Australian director Paul Cox.

I was a fan of Cox after his films Lonely Hearts and Man of Flowers, and he was here promoting Cactus, starring Isabelle Huppert. I wish I'd known at the time that Cox had started his career as a photographer - Google was decades in the future - but it explains why he was so comfortable posing for my camera, despite my inexperience (I had only bought my Pentax barely a year and a half before). Cox was passionate and adamant - he had no patience for the big studios and the mainstream filmmaking that he considered the enemy of small, independent pictures like his. I remember leaving the interview chastened and inspired - practically a convert to his worldview. Cox would continue to make films for nearly three more decades, but this period probably marked the peak of his profile as a festival director. Paul Cox died in 2016.

Another director I photographed at the 1986 film festival was Jean-Jacques Beineix, who I'd first heard about when his film Diva was a huge hit at the festival five years previous. He'd hit a rough patch with his next film, Moon in the Gutter, but made a comeback with Betty Blue, the film he brought to the Toronto festival that year. Films like Diva and Betty Blue, as well as directors like Beineix, Leos Carax and Luc Besson, were dubbed cinéma du look by French critics, and I remember how exciting they seemed at the time. It was, looking back, very much the sort of thing that would appeal to a young man - romantic and stylish and full of angst - and while I think Betty Blue is still worth seeing (though it would never be made today), I'm not sure that Diva has held up well.

Beineix had been through a lot in the last few years and I suppose it showed in these photos. I considered one of these frames unprintable back then, very far beyond my meagre darkroom skills, but I have managed to rescue it today thanks to superior scanning skills and the assistance of neural AI filters in Photoshop. The result looks like a still from an old nouvelle vague film, with Beineix in the role of Belmondo or Delon. Jean-Jacques Beineix died of leukaemia in Paris in 2022.

Horton Foote and his daughter Hallie were at the 1986 film festival promoting On Valentine's Day, the second film in a trilogy of pictures based on his plays set in the Texas of Foote's childhood, which starred his daughter in a role based on Foote's mother. Today everyone probably knows Foote for his Oscar-winning screenplay for To Kill a Mockingbird. He reccommended Robert Duvall for the role of Boo Radley in the film, and years later Duvall would play the lead role in Tender Mercies, which would get Foote another Oscar nomination and win Duvall one for Best Actor.

Foote also wrote scripts for pictures like Baby the Rain Must Fall, Of Mice and Men and The Trip to Bountiful - the latter based on his own 1953 teleplay, which went on to Broadway. Foote was the cousin of historian Shelby Foote, who wrote the 3-volume history that was the basis for Ken Burns' documentary series The Civil War, for which Foote provided the voice of Jefferson Davis. I photographed Horton and Hallie Foote simply, in a chair by the window of a room in the Park Plaza (now the Park Hyatt) hotel; the similarity of the poses and lighting ended up underscoring the family resemblance. Hallie Foote still works, mostly in theatre; Horton Foote died in 2009.

(From top: Beineix, Cox, Horton & Hallie Foote)

[cristianega]

🎧 Soukie & Windish - Flatmate Ghost (Andres Zacco Remix) [Darkroom Dubs]

[electromirror]

Skinnerbox - Living On The Ceiling (Saturday Night Version) 

ELECTRONIC

2017-06-05

[theministryofmind]

(Silicone Soul)

[djelroy]

(Silicone Soul)

[sofiakistein]

october 7 - somnophilia

↳ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Shinso Hitoshi x fem! reader

↳ ⚠️𝖙𝖜: somnophilia, non-con to dub-con use of quirk, vaginal sex, corruption kink, unprotected sex, wet dream.  All characters are 18+ here.

↳ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 0.7k

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The overwhelming heat from that night woke Shinso up. He was feeling sweaty and sticky. He got up from the bed he shared with you, but before leaving the room on his way to the kitchen, he turned around to appreciate your beautiful sleeping body.

Your loose hair on the pillow, your hands each one at one side of your head, and the short t-shirt you use as a pajama lifted a little bit just enough to see the beginning of your breasts, and you didn't know it yet, but he had used multiple times his quirk on you, brainwashed you so you could be steady while he fuck you ruthlessness.

A part of him was feeling bad because all his life he was told that his quirk only was useful to be a villain, that is why when he used it selfishly in you, Shinso just thought that everyone was right although he couldn't resist your perfect body. He couldn't keep ignoring those desires of his, not when under you sleep you moaned his name.

Maybe you are having a wet dream kind-of-a thing, but your sweet sounds were too much for him, perhaps that the wet dream was about him, and that mere thought had him harder; he got closer to your side of the bed so that he could take away the blankets over your body, admiring you. Under your sleep, you let escaped light moans that he just wanted to hear his whole life.

His lips attacked yours, how you were unaware of what was happening saliva was running down from your jaw to your neck. His hands found their way under your shirt, and he placed them in your tits playing with your hard nipples making you arch your back in response to the sudden pleasure you were feeling, unconsciously you gripped the sheets trying to calm down what you thought was a dream. That only made Shinso more drunk of you.

His lips kissed your breasts and abdomen until they reached the beginning of your panties. He licked your core from over the fabric and let a slight moan escaped his lips when he felt the heat in your cunt; carefully, he took off your panties not wanting you to wake up, and enjoyed the patch of wetness in the fabric. He smiled for himself when you moaned at feeling a light air stream hitting your pussy.

While sleeping you were sure it was a wet dream about your boyfriend, when in real life it was happening.

Shinso picked up your wetness with his middle finger creating more than it already was, always being amazed at how well you were going to take him even if he wasn't inside you yet. He took off his pants and as an act of reflex your hand makes its way to your pussy looking forward to satisfying yourself, but he was faster and quickly took your wrist denying you your pleasure since that was his job.

With his fully hard dick, he slowly started to make his way deep into your pussy, once again, not want you to wake up. His hands are locked in your hips as he begins to rock himself, closer and closer to reach his climax.

Although, while savoring your body, your delicate and small hands met his and sinking your nails on his wrist, he opened his eyes to see you already fucked up and begging for more.

"Shinso..." you moaned as you felt how he found that sweet spot inside you that makes you go crazy. The first thing you saw when you woke up was he fucking you and enjoying every part of it, driving you to the edge of lust and never wanting that feeling to go away.

In the middle of the darkroom, your eyes met with his and you briefly admired how his purple hair stuck to his forehead thanks to the sweet thin layer of sweat covering his body. He lay over you so he could kiss you, his hips slammed harder on yours causing you to moan his name in between the kiss. The dirtiness of the situation made it easier for both of you to cum, feeling how his hot semen covered your gummy and tight walls drove you to your orgasm letting it all out around his cock.

Having sex with you was amazing, but the fact that you woke up and asked him for more made it perfect.

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

– all rights reserved © sofiakirstein 2021.  please do not repost, plagiarize, distribute or translate my work on ANY platform

[lexiasmind]

The Compromise. I

PAIRING.

Dark!CEO!Steve Rogers x Reader.

SUMMARY.

Wealthy CEO, Steve Rogers is a businessman before everything. All he ever wanted is to be the best, richest and smartest, owning all the finest companies. His priority: be better in affairs than his father.

But when a huge opportunity is offered to him, Steve would do anything in his power to seize it. And he’s ready to make a sweet and dangerous deal with you. Even though you are not willing to make a compromise with him.

A/N.

Political Relationship/Marriage? AU. Dark AU.

This is DARK. ANGST (i’m sorry) & SMUT (explicit sexual content) +18. Breeding Kink - sort of... Non-Con & Dub-Con. Mentions of Political Marriage. Mentions of Relationship/Marriage of Convenience. Swearing.

Here it is. One of my favorite story. Hopefully you will enjoyed it too. As always, thank you very much for reading! Don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts, comments, and feedback. (sorry for the layout at then, bugs from Tumblr)

A lots of Love! Lex!xxx

P.S: Gif is not mine, credits to the owner and maker.

WORDS.2942ish.

°°°

Being the assistant of the wealthy, arrogant, sexy Steve Rogers has its perks. Your income was very high so you could buy anything you ever wanted. You could use his name anytime you wished to impress your relatives, or friends when they were visiting you for booking the best tables in the greatest and luxurious restaurants in Manhattan. And, one of the greatest benefits of them all was that you could have the best sex you ever had with this gorgeous man. It was one of his “arrangements“ with you. Every once in a while, Steve Rogers, solemn and clever, needed a release from his stressful business life. He was the one who decided the when and where without any confirmation on your part. He just scheduled the meeting in your daily calendar like it was one of his business luncheon. And you showed up.

That’s why, on this Saturday evening you were, naked, sweaty, and panting hard under his muscular chest. Steve was thrusting into you, again and again, hitting the soft delicious spot inside your pussy. You clenched his thick cock once, biting your lips watching him grunted.

“ Baby! “ Steve moaned, still moving above you. He descended one hand caressing your skin stopping between your thighs. The blond man started to stroke your clit with his fingers, urgently. “ Come for me. ” He whispered his red mouth still wet from your previous orgasm. “ Come all around me.“

The bed was creaking with your movement in his darkroom. You were pressed into the mattress, feeling your climax coming once again deep inside your core. Steve pushed harder inside of you, feeling you were almost there. You grazed his smooth back with your nails arching your back as you reached your peak, deliciously hot and blissful. You whimpered, squeezing him hard. Steve swore under his breath, putting his head into the crook of your neck, he came in a low and deep groan, his hips jerking at each spasm, his cock throbbing inside of you. You breathed hard under him, softly kissing his shoulder. Your eyelids were heavy from tiredness but you felt euphoric. His hot breath was fanning your neck, his sweaty chest was against your naked breast. Steve swallowed as he braced himself from you, one hand next to your head the other stroking softly your clit making you shiver. He took himself out, looking at you, he frowned, concentrating.

“ Did you send the fiscal papers to the Financial Department? “ He asked a bit out of breath. His head was clear and turned into business mode.  

You nodded once. You didn't know how after all of the sex, he could still think about work.

“ And did you send the e-mail to Stark? The one with the new numbers? “ He continued his voice hoarse.

You nodded again, confused. Because his voice was CEOish but his hand on your stomach was gentle.

“ Good. “ Steve replied.

He licked his lips humming his approval as he tasted your sweet juice on his tongue. He smirked seeing your eyes darkened from the sight closely watching him, but he pushed his body away from you and get up on the steady ground of his bedroom’s floor. He started to walked toward his bathroom, naked like the day he was born.

“ Monday I have a meeting with Wilson & Barnes, don’t forget to buy the beverage, Miss Smith. “ He informed you, his back, turned to you. You could saw the long scratch of your nails on his skin.  

You sighed, watching him closed the door of the bathroom. It was back to Miss Smith again. It wasn’t your last name, but Steve Rogers wasn’t the greatest of the boss. And if he used this name it meant that your night together was over and it was the time for you to go home. It was your deal between the two of you since you started to work at Rogers Inc. You were the best assistant ever, he was a jerk and arrogant boss, and sometimes the two of you will meet, preferably in his apartment, and had sex. Just wild and sensual sex, with no feeling and attachment. For him for sure. But for you, it was difficult each day to fool you that you haven’t any feelings, for him. You were lost, one part of you liked the tender man, he was sometimes. And another part of you was scared of how harsh, brutal, and dark he could be when he wanted something.

°°°

“ I heard Rumlow is on the market again, trying to buy Stark Industries. “ James Buchanan Barnes stated, smiling behind his hand, watching his best friend getting angrier at the information. “ Even though he filed for bankruptcy last year, the word in the street is that a private investor gave him the money to buy one of the biggest companies in the world.” “ I don’t believe this lie, Buck’. “ Steve told him completely annoyed that his oldest rival/enemy was back in the game. “ I am the one who will buy Stark’s company. Tony trusts me. “ He continued, turning his chair back to the men to watch the biggest and tallest skyscrapers of New York City through the huge windows of his office. “ The only thing Tony trusts, my man, “ Sam smiled, raising himself from the white couch buttoning his jacket. “ Is money. “ He finally revealed, pointing at the glass door at his associate, he left the room a grin on his lips.

It was barely 10 a.m and Steve Rogers was already mad. The week had just begun.

“ Contact your father, Steve. I’m sure he will have a solution.“ Bucky raised himself from his seat his eyes following Sam leaning against the main desk in the waiting area. The dark-haired man sighed frowning at his colleague who was currently flirting with Steve’s assistant. The CEO couldn’t see them but he could hear them giggling in the lobby. His irritation was going up reaching a new level of anger. “ My father will blackmail me or worse bully me into something I don’t want to, for me to get the money. ” Steve replied without turning his back from the beautiful skyline of the city. “ Yes. “ Bucky admitted walking toward the door. “ But, in the end, you would possess the most important industrial firm in the world. “ He explained, his eyes watching the head of his friend, over his shoulder. He shook his head, before leaving the office closing the door behind him.

Steve knew that Bucky was right. He had to ask his father for the money or he could say goodbye to one of his biggest dream for his career: merging Stark company with his own. He turned around, turning his computer on to make a deal with the devil. Without turning his head from the screen, Steve hit one button on his telephone.

“ Miss Smith, I need you for a moment. “ He talks directly to the interphone set on the device and pushed his finger away.

You entered the office, less than a minute later. A pen and a notepad in your hand already ready to write his orders. He didn’t acknowledge you, still taping on the flat and white keyboard. A couple of minutes later, Steve finished his e-mail. He pressed send then he raised himself from his chair, tucking his tie and buttoning his expensive jacket. He walked around his desk finally looking at you. You had waited for him for the exactitude of two minutes and thirty seconds, but it wasn’t the first time he was a complete asshole to you. It won’t be the last time either.

" Follow me to the Financial Department, I need to know the exact numbers we could pull out for Stark Industries. " He informed you, still walking. " What ordered do I make to the kitchen for your lunch, sir? " You asked, nodding but also preparing your pen to write his answer. " Nothing. I’m going out for lunch and will remain out for the most part of this afternoon too.” He informed you, as he stopped in front of your frame. “Cancelled my appointments.”

You paused for a nanosecond at the new information settle in before putting your pen and small notepad in your skirt pocket. Steve was about to walk around you but he suddenly took your wrist into a firm grip in his hand. His eyes were darker and full of promising threats. You gasped surprised by his sudden movement. And then you felt it, the burning feeling from his tight hold, you winced under his angry face. He pulled on your wrist making you collided into his chest, with his other hand he raised your head, one finger under your chin. Your eyes met his cold blue one.

" It’s the first and last time I hear you flirting with one of my friends, sweetheart. Do you understand? " He asked his voice grave and low, his lips barely moving.

You nodded biting your lips under his glare. Steve leaned his mouth to yours, put a simple kiss on your lips. One. Tender. Then, he released you from his grip, stepping beside you to open the door. You let a quiet gasp escape your lips as you stroked the tender flesh of your wrist.

" Let’s go, Miss Smith, we haven’t all day. " He cried out without turning around, striding into the lobby toward the elevator.

Confused you followed him, tears in your eyes. You paused next to him, waiting for the elevator. Discomfort growing inside your chore.

" Miss Smith, you will do a quick reckon on Mr. Brock Rumlow while I’m away. I need to know everything. From the professors he had in preschool to the girls he's currently banging. " Steve commanded you as the metal doors open up in front of you. " Yes, sir. " You sniffed, quickly wiping away a tear from your cheek taking your small notepad and pen from your pocket you took notes.

Steve step inside. You followed him but pushed yourself at the back in one of the four corners, putting as much distance as possible between the two of you, making yourself small. The elevator closed the doors and start his descent to the floors below. Steve turned around his back to you. " Stop crying, baby. You know how much it makes me hard. " Steve said to you, his voice low. He took his phone from inside his jacket and started scrolling "And, I don’t have the time to fuck you, right now. “

With a trembling hand, you wiped away the remaining tears on your skin. You bite your lips your sighted set on his long fingers tapping the screen. Sometimes Steve Rogers could be much worse than a simple asshole. He could be frightening.

°°°

It  turned out to be a horrible and awful Monday as the day goes on and on. Steve was angry at everything. Pushing the bag, harder with his fists, he didn’t hear you walk into the gym room of the building. The night had felt in New York City, and almost every employee had returned home. Except you. You couldn’t leave until he did. Steve was wearing his sports clothes, a white t-shirt with sweat pants. His forehead and face were coated in sweat. He had returned to the office two hours ago without telling you anything. He just took his gym bag and went straight to this room. The space was large and clear with numerous sports machines. You leaned your side against the wall, a big folder in your hands.

Finally, Steve stopped hitting the punching ball. Panting, he put his hair away from his eyes.

" Did you finished what I asked you about Rumlow? " Steve asked, starting to take away the white bandage from his hand.                                                        " Yes. " You answered, clearing your voice. " I searched and classified every single information I could find on him. " You waved the folder to him. " From birth to present day. "

But Steve didn’t look at you. His thought turned on what his father had told him over their lunch earlier. “ Find a sweet wife, and makes an heir. I don’t want to see my name tainted and ending with you. “ Sweet words. His father was the worst but he had accepted to give him enough money to gather with what his financial team could bring from his company. It would be more than enough to beat Brock and buy Stark Industries but he still had to look for a wife and make a damn baby. He wasn’t the romantic kind of guy. Steve didn’t believe in love and all the other bullshit the media was brainwashing the world with. He loved sex and was pretty damn good at it. But what drove him was to grow his business and be the best. To be better than his father. And he was one step away from it and nobody or anyone will stop him.

" That’s great, Miss Smith. " He nodded taking the last bit of the bandage from his left hand before taking off the bandage from the right one. " Will you marry me, Y/N? " Steve asked not once raising his head from his fingers.

You froze feeling that you haven’t heard him well. You frowned taken aback by the words that came out of his mouth. You didn’t know if you should be more shocked at him for using your real name in three years or by his proposal. You swallowed hard waiting for him to laugh at you. And announced that all of it was a joke. A bad joke. Steve finally turned his blue sight toward you, raising an eyebrow, waiting for a reply.

" Well? " He asked impatiently, finishing with his bandage.                                    " Oh, you are serious! " You exclaimed your mouth wide open, and almost dropping the huge folder on the floor.                                                                                         " Of course, I’m serious. " Steve replied annoyed throwing his stuff in his large sports bag.

Surprise, you dropped your gaze on the ground. Marriage? Marriage was such a big thing, celebrating and vowing in front of your friends and family to love each other for the rest of your life until death comes to break us apart. For you, it was something to do when you were in love but it wasn’t what Steve had in mind.

" You are great at your job, sexy and I like to have sex with you. " He enumerated looking at you and putting his hands on his hips. " I’m not taking no for an answer. So when we should get married, the sooner the better. " He continued his face dead serious looking at you.

You were so confused and baffled by all this, looking at him like a second head had grown on his neck. What the fuck was happening? You shook your head, making a step back to the door. He was insane. Seeing you moving back, Steve took two long strides to reach you before you could escape from him. Extracting the folder from your hold, he threw it across the gym room, papers flying around felt on the ground. Steve put his hands on both of your cheeks. He raised your head pulling it closer to his own. Scared, you look at his eyes. The word dangerous flashing around your mind.

" I told you, I won’t take no for answer. " He murmured his lips brushing yours. "When we will get married I will offer you everything that you desire. I’m filthy rich it’s almost indecent, sweetheart. You will have everything and more." He explained to you stroking your cheek, his dark eyes looking at your teary and fearful one. " A house, cars, clothes anything you want. All I asked in return is a couple of kids. " Steve whispered low against your lips. He brushed his hard-on in his pants against your lower stomach emphasizing his thought. " It will be your kids, I will send them to the best schools, they will have everything they want." He dry-humped your stomach, wiping a few tears on your cheeks with his thumbs, excited watching you frightened. 

Steve was certainly insane selling this dream life to you. You needed to think alone, away from his pushy behavior. Closing your eyes, you tried to shrink away from his grasps but he was holding you tightly. You opened your eyes more tears falling on your cheeks, scared you shook your head once again.

" I-I… " You stuttered, choking a sob as you watched him smirked in front of you.                                                                                                                                     " I told you, baby. I won’t take no for an answer. " He said quietly and pressed a kiss on your lips. He took one of your trembling hands from your side, pulled on it, and guided it inside his sweat pants and underwear. You gasped breaking away from him. You felt his hand forcing yours to pump his thick cock in his clothing. " I already told you, seeing you cried makes me horny, baby. " He mumbled in a low voice. " Horny and hard, just for you. " Steve reminded you, groaning at your touch.

He put his forehead against yours, feeling your hand all around him. He guided you to stroke him as he liked you too. You whimpered sobbing, not knowing what to do. Watching the tears falling on your cheeks, his cock throbbed inside of both of your hands. He darkly smiled at you before putting his lips on yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

You will be his perfect little wife.

°°°

Two. Thee. Four. Five.

[shinsouskitten]

Late Kinktober: Exhibitionism - Kaminari

Pika pika

Also, Denki and Sero are stoners. I do not take criticism

⚡ Denki Kaminari x gn!reader

Warnings: kinktober so yk… nsfw, minors DNI, kinda dub-con to begin with? 

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Movie night with the bakusquad was always fun. Whether it was Bakugou screaming at horror movie characters for being stupid, Sero trying to convince everyone to give up on the movie and smoke with him instead, or Mina forcing all of you to allow her free reign with make-overs, there was never a dull moment. 

Tonight consisted of the first scenario. The movie playing was something you’d never seen before, but you weren’t really that interested. You were just happy to spend some time with your friends, and more specifically, your boyfriend. 

Denki, as per usual on movie night, had demanded cuddles. Bakugou liked to joke that it was because Denki was scared of the horror movies, but you knew the real reason. And just like before, the soft touch of his hand creeping up your thigh was an easy indicator that this night was just like the others. 

It started off simple, a single hand resting on your knee while the other lay draped around your shoulders. Then, his hand would move higher, to sit on your thigh, his actions entirely hidden beneath the blanket that was thrown over the two of you. Slowly but surely he would find the waistband of your pants, and toy with it for a while, before he made sure that the coast was clear. 

Having his hand in your underwear was a little shocking the first time he did it, but now, you were used to the intrusion of privacy. Denki didn’t care that there were others around. He didn’t care that they would easily notice what was going on if they paid enough attention. But they didn’t, and so he was able to continue his fun unbeknownst to the rest of the room. 

You let out a yelp as a jolt of electricity tickled the inside of your thigh.

“Damn extra being scared of a crappy thing jumpscare that.” Bakugou muttered. 

The others laughed, and you faked a chuckle alongside them, but it was hard to pay attention to anything but Denki’s hand as it traced small circles over the area he had just zapped. You clenched your thighs together as a warning, but Denki simply turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow, prying your legs apart softly and continuing his assault. 

You grit your teeth as you felt another shock, this time more prepared. You felt Denki smile as he pressed his lips against your neck, pretending to be scared when in reality he didn’t even know what was on the screen. All that mattered was the shame of your breath as his hand began to move against you. 

“Someone’s excited.” He murmured. 

“Oi dumbass you’re missing the movie!” Bakugou shouted, ignoring Kiri who tried to shush him. 

“They’re warm.” Denki replied with a shrug, but he pulled his face away from your neck and turned back to the screen, still not stopping the movement of his hand. 

For a moment you feared they would realize, but Bakugou simply scoffed and turned away from you. You let out a breath, almost choking on the air as Denki sharply pulled you onto his lap. 

“What are you-”

“Shh.” He interrupted. “Just enjoy the movie.”

You tried to relax as he removed his hand from your pants, but you couldn’t hide your quiet whine at the loss of attention.

Denki chuckled. “And here I thought you were embarrassed.”

You didn’t offer a reply, instead deciding on providing your boyfriend the same torture he had given to you, lifting up your hips slightly before bringing them back down in a slow circle.

He drew in a sharp breath. “Careful baby.”

“Someone’s excited.” You mocked his previous words with a sly grin, actions still hidden beneath the blanket as you began to slowly grind against him. 

You could feel his jaw clench as his head fell down to rest on your shoulder. 

“You’re killing me here.” He murmured.

“Payback, pikachu.” You grinned, turning your head to press a kiss to his forehead.

He let out a groan, much too quiet for anyone else to hear, but it was music to your ears. 

“If you keep doing that I’m not gonna last.” He muttered.

“Too bad.” You replied.

You knew Kaminari was sensitive, and you knew in a situation such as yours he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back for long. Even so, you didn’t care. Whether he creamed in his pants and punished you later or gave up all restraint and fucked you right there in front of your closest friends, you didn’t care. He started it, after all.

Suddenly his hands came to hold your waist, stilling your movements with a grip so tight you knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. He stood up with a start, throwing you over his shoulder in one fluid movement.

“Y/n’s not feeling too well.” He announced to the others. “I’m taking them home.”

Sero raised an eyebrow at his friend, but didn’t say anything.

Without waiting for a response Denki carried you out of the door, careful not to hit your head on the frame. He threw you in the car as carefully as he could manage in his honry state. The drive home was short, and though he didn’t say anything, the tension in his jaw was enough to tell you that you would be sore tomorrow. 

He made a beeline to the bedroom the moment you stepped in the house, not even bothering to lock the front door behind you. He threw you on the bed, then disappeared, leaving you alone and unbelievably needy. 

You felt in your pocket for your phone as you felt it buzz, the screen almost blinding you in the darkroom.

Bakusquad (two new messages)

Flextape: you’re not very subtle

AlienQueen💗: did you get some, y/n?

“Hey Denki. They know.” You called with a small laugh. 

“I don’t care.”

You looked up from your phone to see him standing in the doorway, illuminated from behind with a golden hue. His eyes were staring at you, pupils so blown only a small slither of yellow could be seen. He’d taken off his shirt, and his pants were already unbuckled, the waistband of his boxers poking up just above the denim.

You were going to be in for a long night.

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[ramneu]

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[cheeseburgersstuff]

Can’t Let Him Go -2

Steve Rogers x Dark Reader

Warnings: post endgame?! Language, kinda non/dub-con  🤷‍♀️, shitty writing...

A/N: thanks to the anon who gave the skinny Steve idea!

MinI-series

Master-list...

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She entered her apartment after giving the stones back. She even saw Peggy, the perfect girl he wanted to go back to. But now he was there. He can’t go anywhere she made sure of that. 

She opened the door to reveal a perfect Steve, a Steve just for her. He was so proud of his strength that he could break anything but what would he do now? 

She sauntered towards him, a sinister smile on her face. Her heart filled with happiness seeing his limp body. 

She kneeled on his level and grabbed his face, which now was smaller than before. He could barely open his face.

“Tsk tsk… look at you poor boy. Why didn’t you free yourself huh? You were so proud of your strength.” “oh, that’s because I took it from you. Now you can’t even think to go back to her, even the world would not need you now.” she laughed loudly. 

“They will find out about this,” he whispered with a little bit of strength in him. She grabbed his hair painfully, “Oh don’t worry about that sweetheart. I will train you before anyone of them tries to meet you. You will be a good boy and wouldn’t dare to say anything about this” she said before making him stand up. 

He tried to escape her grip but he was weak now. She chuckled at his attempts, “no one will accept you but me. So stop fighting me babe” she whispered lovingly and hugged his tiny body.

She helped him to get in the bathroom, he needed to get cleaned. She prepared the bath before stripping his clothes. He again resisted her touch making her annoyed. 

She was being nice to him despite that he was going to leave her, betray her and he was acting as if she was some kind of monster. 

“You gonna test my patience right now huh?” she said, pulling him towards her harshly. “Why are you going away, it’s not like we are doing this for the first time.” she grabbed his chin, making him look at her. 

She caressed his cheek and kissed him slowly. She bit his lip making him moan. Her lips went to his neck, kissing the spot that drives him crazy. 

“Look at you, still ready for me” she palmed his semi-hard cock. “You are still my Steve and I’m you y/n. You just got distracted babe,” she said between the kisses. 

She stripped his clothes and helped him get in the tub. She started to rub the soap on his body. Her touch was making him shiver with need. She pinched his nipple lightly reaching his chest. 

“It feels the same sweetheart,” she whispered in his ear. Her thumb rubbing the top of his cock making him hiss. 

Slowly she started to move her hands on his shaft, giving him time to breathe. But his breaths only got shorter and she knew he was close.

At first, she wanted to deny his release but seeing his flushed face, eyes closed in pleasure just because of her, she decided to make him cum. 

Her grip got thigh on his cock, “you gonna cum for me babe boy? Tell me who's making you feel this good huh? Tell me who you belong to” 

“You, just you” 

And without any hesitation, he answered, like he used to do whenever she wanted to be in charge. 

He felt the overwhelming pleasure of releasing himself in her hands. The intensive made him pass out and she smiled proudly. 

He was the one who would give her orgasms like this but from now on she was in charge. 

~

Steve woke up in the darkroom. He remembered the moments before passing out and got panicked. 

He tried to get out of the bed but his foot was tied with the bed. The chains were too heavy and strong for him to break. 

This is how she would punish him, taking everything from him. His chance, his title, his freedom…

He sighed and laid on the bed again, thinking about the time when he first saw her. She used to be so loving and caring, this y/n wasn’t what he knew, this wasn’t his wife.

Never in his life, he felt this helpless, not even before being Captain America…

~

“What happened to him?” Sam screamed. y/n was at the compound with his shield declaring his retirement. 

“I don’t know Sam, he wasn’t feeling well and then he just became like he was before the war,” she said like she was about to cry. 

Sam sighed, “I want to meet him.” she wanted to roll her eyes, Sam was her friend but he can be a nosy bitch sometimes. 

“You know exactly what. What happened to him?” he asked her with neutral expressions. He wasn’t mad at her.

She controlled her anger and said with a low sad voice, “he doesn’t want to meet anymore. He doesn't even want me near him. Just give him some time please.” a tear falling down her face which she quickly wiped. Sam gave her a comforting hug, whispering a sorry. Bucky was just staring at them without saying a single word.

He followed y/n when she was going towards her car, she instantly turned feeling him behind her. “What? “

 “Bucky I already told you. If you don’t believe me you can ask him. I’ll call you when he feels better to meet all of you.” She turned and sat in her car before he could say anything. She looked at her wedding ring and smiled and went to her house, to her husband.It was time to make him obey her….

[theministryofmind]

(Silicone Soul)

[massivecraftofficial]

Faction Spotlight - Kaiserreich

With this new series of faction spotlights, we’ll be talking to many of the current Massivecraft faction groups to hear more about them and their history on the server. This week focuses on Kaiserreich, featuring an interview with its leader, EricKilla.

When did you create Kaiserreich and how did the faction come together? EricKilla: I created Kaiserreich in September of 2019 after a brief stint in the faction Abbasiyyah. It was initially formed by me and a group of friends from a different community, but they mostly ended up leaving the server after a fairly short period of time. Since then we've cycled through a few generations of officers and members. What is Kaiserreich's main focus as a faction? (PvP, building, roleplay, etc) EricKilla: Kaiserreich's focus is primarily on building and faction politics. We've been planning out a new capital city at our Essa claim, and we're putting together a kingdom with some other factions in advance of Kingdoms & Sieges. What is a typical day on the server like for Kaiserreich? EricKilla: Most of our time is currently spent on building, though we do also work with allies, help out with raid defense, and do a good deal of chest room parkour. On occasion we do some silly things like the Bamboo Farm SW of Essalonia spawn. Down the line, once we're set and start recruiting, a lot of time will be spent onboarding new players.

When looking back at your faction history, are there any events/achievements/fun moments that stand out to you? EricKilla: Definitely some of the crazy hijinks we've gotten up to, like our 8428 Hopper semi-automatic potion brewer/sorter, or our livestock farm which Daragon and BlueChaos culled on a daily basis for a while - we've managed to amass almost 100 dubs of eggs from it, by the way. I have to mention the two League wars that we were involved in as well - the Nilfgaard League actually resulted in some really large raids against Lyrah earlier this year. We can't wait for Kingdoms to see what that'll bring. What makes Kaiserreich unique from other factions on Massivecraft? EricKilla: While we're currently pretty weak in the PvP front, we have lofty goals with regards to building and logistics. Take, for example, our public darkroom at /tp krdarkroom - at the time it was built, it was one of the best darkrooms on the server. It's suffered a bit now that MythicMobs has changed how mobs spawn, but it remains the best public-access darkroom on the server. What are your future plans for Kaiserreich in the coming months? EricKilla: We are currently in the midst of a faction structure rework. Our primary goal is to set up an engaging recruitment process. I've been researching how other factions engaged their players (particularly recruits), both currently and in pre-reset Massive. Once this rework is complete, and our primary faction facilities are finished, we will begin recruiting on a large scale.

We thank EricKilla for letting us speak with him and look forward to seeing where Kaiserreich goes next. If you’re interested in joining the faction community on Massivecraft, check the Massivecraft Factions Central area on the forums and the Factions page on our main website for more information.

Have a Massive Day and check here next week for another faction spotlight!

[soranihimawari]

A stroke of luck

Here is a short story I wrote instead of a drabble. Please be kind (it’s been a while since I wrote in 1st person):

taglist: @kaidasen, @m0nstergeneration20xx, @oikawaandkuroostan, @smolbludandelions

Notes: a different hc/mini-hc will happen about natsu and “ono-sama” on a different date later in the summer. 

this takes place a little after the first loss to seijoh and the tokyo training art is a few weeks away. a practice match is set up with nekoma due to takeda and ukai’s swift thinking.

Begin here ::points down::

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“Oi! Natsu-chan! Wait for me!” I called out to the younger of the Hinata siblings as she scurried off around the corner. I received a text from her mother asking if I could babysit tonight since her son had evening club practice and since my house wasn’t too far from theirs, I humbly agreed. Afterall, I loved little Natsu. Her energy was quite like her brother’s. However, this is not a story about Shoyo’s antics with the club. Today was going to be a “princess day,” as dubbed by Natsu when she came to visit the Karasuno campus. I had explained to her on our walk over that I had left my lunch box behind in my last class, which was photoprahy. The darkroom was located close to the gym where the boy’s volleyball club was in the middle of practice. I literally turned around for one second in the darkroom when I noticed that Natsu had wondered off.

I didn’t really panic though when I heard her voice cry out, “Niii-chaaaaan!” 

Oh shit. I came jogging up to the corridor and I thought I was going to lay my eyes on a teary eyed Natsu. I tried to think of viable excuses as to what Hinata’s mother, yet although I believe she would of expected something of the sort to happen eventually because as they say, “the apples don’t fall far from the tree.”

Thankfully that wasn’t the case, but I observed that Takeda-sensei was looking in my general direction along with the other coach. My lunch box was still in my hands when I heard Natsu call my name since the boys were also not alone that day. There was another club with them today. Unmistakably clad in the colors of red, white, and black; then deja vu threw my memory back a bit since Hinata mentioned he made a new friend. The battle of trash heap was real and apparently the visiting team today was from Nekoma. Upon closer inspection of the kanji and western alphabet on the side of their track jackets strewn across several of the bleachers, at least that was what I had deduced.

“Natsu-chan? What are you doing here? Wait,” Natsu was scooped up by her brother, who was in a state of confused surprise. “Was I supposed to pick you up today?”

Natsu just giggled and babbled on with sounds of delight of seeing her brother and his team again mid-practice.

“Hinata-kun... Umm... W-Who’s this?” 

I heard one of the managers say. She was an adorable blonde first year as well. I recognized her because although I may have been in my third year, I noticed her around campus with Shizumi-san. Shizumi-san and I shared a class or two this year, so it honestly didn’t surprise me to see them all there and now both teams surrounded the sunshine children. I was eerily quiet, witnessing this interaction was for more appealing than retrieving my bento successfully.

“I’m Hinata Natsu!” she was so eager when she smiled. Her tiny thumb jutted outward as she pointed to her puffed out chest. 

I walked toward the group with my hand behind my neck while I glanced at Daichi and the rooster haired boy who towered slightly over him. Judging that they were side by side and didn’t really notice my arrival, they were startled when my cleared my throat with a smirk curing my upper lip higher.

“Fearless this one, that’s for sure,” I said. My voice had a joking tone. As soon as my voice broke through the huddle of volleyball players, I laughed nervously before bowing apologetically, hiding my lunch box behind my back. 

“Ono-sama!” Natsu exclaimed with a wave. 

“Sorry for the interruption,” I stated as soon as I stood up. “I left my lunch bento in the darkroom earlier today and I was supposed to be watching over Natsu today Sho-kun. I guess she heard the game going on here and wandered in.” 

Natsu was placed on the ground with a soft thud of her shoes before she took a hold of my hand. I brushed my long hair behind my ear glancing at the captains. Takeda-sensei told me it was ok since Natsu was a family member, since life tends to throw curveballs literally; and all was forgiven. Even Nekoma’s coach was chuckling since the score was still in the single digits of the second set. Apparently, the old man appreciated seeing just how close the bonds of siblings can play in shaping the mindsets of any athlete. 

Now that all eyes and the excitement of this cute distraction took place, I felt Natsu squeeze my hand gently. She usually does this when she felt inadverntly shy around new people. I guess having Nekoma here for a practice match really sunk in. 

“You’re gorgeous,” I heard one of the Nekoma players say. The voice belonged to the rooster haired boy. He was bold, but I saw the looks what I would assume his vice captain with a pudding styled hair gave him (slightly to severely annoyed). I noticed how he eyed me too after the fact Natsu greeted me formally. My instinct was to not give into such comments about my physical appearance as much, but it’d be foolish of me to not humour myself (and those present).

“Ono-sama! He’s really prince-like. Say something!” Natsu whispered loudly. Earning her a quirked brow from me as well as a few amused looks from the crows on my side. Upon further inspection, I was able to read the room. The boys were itching to go back to practice, especially the first years. I winked at Natsu and brought a finger to my lips.

“We’re supposed to be princesses today little one,” I said, chuckling letting the others know the game Natsu was wanting to play, hence my formal name. 

“Woah, she even laughs prettily,” I heard him whisper. 

“Kuroo, you’re embarrassing us,” his cohort with pudding hair said.

“Back off, she’s ours!” Noya exclaimed. Tanaka nodded. Those two jumped in the space between myself at the captain of the visiting team. Daichi shot his underclassmen a glare which froze those two in their place.

“Well, we ought to go now, Natsu. Seems like your brother and his friends have a score to settle,” I stated in a matter of fact tone. “Oh, and Kuroo, was it?” I walked straight toward his team after giving Natsu my lunch bento to hold.

“Y-yeah?”

“Ever wonder what it’s like to witness a murder, kitty cat?” My voice was menacing at best, but my eyes had a mischievous glint in them. “Because I believe you will one day. I look forward to seeing an official match. Until then, see you.”

He backed up a little bit. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the foreboding shadows of the crows’ behind me. They were a lot stronger together than they were apart (one of my classmates asked me to come along to one of their games in Sendai city a few weeks ago and I recall saying this to her). Anyways, that didn’t stop me from walking back toward Daichi and Koushi before pressing a kiss for luck on both of their cheeks which caused them to briefly short circuit. 

“Good luck boys,” there was a smile in my voice amidst the hollering of their teammates. “Come along Natsu, we can’t reschedule the tea party with the royal guards again.”

A few steps were taken before I felt a tug on my sleeve. Natsu and I were almost at the front side gate of Karasuno when her curiosity got the better of her: 

“O-ok Ono! Wait, what’s a ‘murder’?” 

[youtackything]

« I saw the angle the night before in Montreal. It was a lighting cue for the guy running spotlights that the stage was to go black when David’s fingers looked like they had just released an arrow. I captured the image the following night at Maple Leaf Gardens and developed it in the darkroom I had set up in my hotel bathroom. When I met David for breakfast the following morning, he fell in love with the image and dubbed it ‘The Archer.’ The rest is history. » - John Rowlands -.