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hynzsn · 5 months ago

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★ TWERKIN’ 9 -> 5 ★

☆ seok matthew x male reader 18+ MDNI

-> 1/3 this is the first continuation from ★ PICK YOUR HOLE ★

-> bottom!matthew x top!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: submissive!matthew, big ass!matthew, favoritism, twerking, body oil, oiled-up ass cheeks, lap dance, face sitting, face riding, rimming, spanking, anal sex, anal fingering, kissing, caressing, cock riding, cum, multiple cumshots, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise, teasing, moaning, whining, crying out in pleasure, facial, cumpie/creampie, squelching

wc: 2.2k

summary: your baby matthew’s been learning how to twerk just so he can see your reaction when he shows you his new moves. when you choose to play with him first, he’s eager to show off, twerk his ass all over your face and bounce on your cock.

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“mmm, look at my three gorgeous boys, all lined up and ready for me,” you cooed, your eyes sparkling with desire as you took in the sight of your three submissive boyfriends. jiwoong, matthew, and ricky stood in a row, their pants pulled down, their asses on display, and their needy holes winking in anticipation.

but it was matthew, your baby, who caught your attention the most. matthew was playfully wiggling his ass, inviting you to take a closer look. his smooth cheeks, milky white as fresh cream, jiggling playfully, was a sight that made your mouth water and your cock twitch with need. matthew had been learning how to twerk, eager to show off his new moves and see the expression on your face.

of course, you loved all of your boyfriends dearly, but there was something special about matthew that made him your favorite. matthew had a certain spark—a mischievous glint in his eye—that always seemed to be inviting you for some secret, naughty one-on-one adventure. he was always eager to try something new and exciting in the bedroom, such as learning how to twerk, in order to drive you crazy. he was playful and teasing. but it wasn’t just his playful nature that made matthew your favorite. matthew was incredibly affectionate and loving. the type to crawl into your lap and deliver a passionate kiss, encircling your neck as if he were unable to relinquish his hold. additionally, matthew had a secretive side to his sluttiness. he might tease and play, but he always saves his most passionate and intimate moments for you alone. not to mention, matthew had an absolutely mouthwatering, juicy ass. you could spend hours indulging in it, licking and sucking until matthew was a trembling mess. that shit was like a drug, and you were happily addicted. so, while you loved and cared for all your boyfriends, there was just something extra special about your baby matthew, earning him the title of your favorite. and matthew certainly knew how to take advantage of his status as your favorite.

“aww, my cute little matty, what are you up to?” you teased, stepping closer to run a finger gently over matthew’s exposed cheek. “you’re being a naughty boy, aren’t you? teasing me with your pretty ass.”

matthew let out a playful giggle, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “maybe i just wanted to give you a little preview. i’ve got some new moves that i know you’re going to love.”

your cock twitched at the invitation, and you couldn’t resist reaching out to give matthew’s ass a firm smack, making him squeal in surprise. “oh, really now? and what kind of moves do you have in store for me, baby?”

matthew turned his head, flashing a flirty smile over his shoulder. “i’ll give you a hint. it involves me shaking this pretty ass all over your lap. but first, i need to get nice and slippery.” with that, matthew reached for a bottle of body oil that he had already within arms reach; he knew you’d choose him first. you always do. he poured a generous amount into his palm before rubbing it between his hands. he then began to slick up his cheeks, the oil making his skin glow and accentuating every delicious curve.

“damn baby, you’re making my mouth water,” you growled, your eyes fixed on matthew’s hands as they glided over his smooth skin. “fuck, you know i’ve got two other cock-hungry sluts that need my attention; this better be good.” jiwoong whined, and ricky let out a dissatisfied huff. their eyes were on you, sulking at not being chosen first.

“don’t worry, boys, you’ll get your turn,” matthew purred, wiggling his brows at his fellow submissives. “but for now, he’s all mine.” matthew sauntered over to where you stood, a confident smoke playing on his lips. the oil glistened on his milky cheeks, making them look deliciously squeezable. "you ready for this?” matthew teased, his eyes daring you to take him on.

your breath hitched as you took in the sight before you. matthew was a vision, all confidence and seduction. “i think it’s time you showed me what you’ve learned, baby.”

matthew didn’t need to be told twice. he backed up towards you, pressing his oiled-up cheeks against your crotch, making sure he could feel how hard he had made you. then, he began to move, his hips swaying sensuously as he twerked and grinded against you. your hands immediately went to matthew’s hips, guiding his movements as he bounced and twerked on your lap. the oil's slickness caused matthew's skin to feel as smooth as silk, and you were unable to suppress a moan at the sensation.

“pop it, baby,” you encouraged, your eyes fixed on the mesmerizing display. matthew’s ass cheeks clapped together, creating a squelchy, wet sound that filled the room. matthew threw his head back, his moans mixing with yours as he continued to put on a show. as he began to really twerk, he reached down and placed his hands on his knees for support. his ass was moving in perfect rhythm.

“damn, matty, you’ve been holding out on me,” you groaned, your cock aching with need. “you’re gonna make me bust a nut just from this alone.”

matthew just laughed. the sound was high and breathy as he kept moving. “you like it? yeah, i knew you would. just wait until you see what else i can do.”

your hands moved down to squeeze matthew’s jiggly cheeks, your thumbs brushing against his sensitive, needy hole. “stop teasing me, baby. i want to taste what’s mine.” you couldn't wait any longer; you needed to taste matthew, to feel his soft skin against your lips. you guided matthew towards the bed, gently pushing him forward so that he was bent over the edge. his ass presented itself like a delicious offering. “such a perfect view,” you murmured, your eyes taking in the sight of matthew’s oiled-up cheeks and the pink pucker of his hole. you leaned in, inhaling the scent of matthew’s arousal, and then planted a soft kiss just above his hole.

matthew let out a whimper at the touch, his knees weakening as your lips made contact. “please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “i need your tongue inside me.”

you didn’t keep him waiting any longer. you dove in, your mouth enveloping matthew’s needy hole as your tongue began to rim him with abandon. you licked and sucked with a fervor that caused matthew to weep with pleasure. “oh, fuck!” matthew moaned, bracing himself on the bed with his hands, while your tongue worked like magic. “right there! that feels so good!”

you moaned in response, the sound vibrating against matthew’s sensitive skin, making him squirm and whimper. your hands gripped matthew’s hips, holding him in place as you continued to rim him relentlessly.

matthew was unable to resist the urge to stroke his own cock as you ate him out. he moaned and whimpered, his hips thrusting back to meet your tongue, desperate for more stimulation. “that’s it, baby, touch yourself,” you encouraged between licks. “let me hear how much you’re enjoying this.” matthew didn’t hold back; he began jerking himself off, his breath coming out in short gasps as he neared his peak. “i’m close, so close!”

you wanted to feel matthew’s release, so you redoubled your efforts, your tongue fucking matthew’s hole as you reached up to play with his balls. with a cry, matthew came, his cum splattering across the bed as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. “fuck! oh my god, fuck!”

you pulled back, a satisfied smirk on your face as you watched matthew ride out his high, your lips glistening from the combination of oil and matthew’s natural juices. you looked up at matthew, your eyes dark with desire. “that was beautiful, baby. but we’re not done yet; i want you to ride my face,” you stated, your voice hoarse.

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now laying on your back, your eyes sparkled with satisfaction as you watched matthew hovering above you. he was a vision, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his ass still tingling from the intense oral attention you just gave him. he straddled your face, lowering himself until his ass was hovering just above your mouth. “like this?” he teased, his voice full of playful innocence.

“perfect,” you growled. “now show me those moves, baby, twerk for me. i want to feel your ass bouncing all over my face.”

matthew began to twerk and grind against your mouth, his ass cheeks clapping together as he moved his hips with a mischievous giggle. your tongue lashed out to lick and suck matthew's hole, causing him to let out those sweet whimpers and moans that you love to hear. you immediately went to town, again. “oh my god!” matthew cried out, his hands bracing himself on the bed for the second time as he tried to maintain balance. “that tongue of yours... it’s wicked!”

you moaned in response, sending a shiver up matthew’s spine. you sucked and nibbled, eating matthew’s ass just the way you knew he liked it, like an animal. matthew began to bounce faster, his ass cheeks jiggling against your face with every thrust. he threw his head back, moaning loudly as he surrendered to the pleasure that washed over him. his second orgasm was imminent, and he had not even touched himself this time. he was going to cum, hands free. “ahh! i’m going to cum again!”

“do it, baby,” you encouraged, your voice muffled underneath matthew’s ass and your hands squeezing matthew’s cheeks, helping to guide his movements. “cum all over my face. make a mess of me, baby.”

matthew came with another cry, this time painting your face as his body shook from the overwhelming release. he collapsed forward, his chest heaving as he tried to find his mind and catch his breath. his ass was still silently hovering above your mouth. “good boy,” you murmured, your hands gently caressing matthew’s ass cheeks. “enough of the appetizers; it's time for the main course, baby. it’s time for my cock to pound that needy, tight hole of yours.”

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you sat on the edge of the bed, your cock hard and throbbing, as you observed matthew stand up, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. matthew’s hole was red and puffy from the intense rimming, and you couldn’t wait to feel it clenching around your cock. “come here, baby,” you beckoned. “straddle my lap and let me take care of you.”

he eagerly climbed into your lap, facing you. he wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you passionately, his chest flush against yours, as your hands began to roam over matthew’s body, caressing his back and sides before slowly making your way down to his ass. with gentle fingers, you began to massage matthew’s hole, slowly inserting one finger and then two, probing and stretching him for what’s about to come. matthew's body relaxed as your fingers thrust in and out of him, and he moaned into the kiss. matthew lowered himself, and you positioned matthew's hole over your cock, gradually guiding the head of your cock inside. you both moaned at the feeling—matthew at the stretch, and you at the tightness enveloping you.

once matthew had taken all of your length, he paused, adjusting to the feeling of being filled—the feeling that he'd been waiting for all day. then he began to move, slowly at first, his hips rising and falling as he rode your cock. "that's it, baby, ride me," you urged, your hands kneading and gripping matthew's hips to assist in directing his movements. “you look so beautiful like this.”

“ah…ah… matthew whined out as he increased his pace, his ass bouncing on your lap as you thrust upwards. He met each thrust with his downward motions, and your bodies moved in perfect harmony. “fill me up. i want you to cum inside me, please!” your cock twitched at the request, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. you felt yourself reaching your peak as your hands squeezed matthew's cheeks, pulling him down harder onto your cock. with a few more thrusts, your orgasm was finally on its edge. “mmm, I’m so close, baby, so close!” you warned, your voice strained.

"cum with me!" matthew pleaded, building his own orgasm again as he rode your cock. "fill me up!" with a deep and gutteral moan, you came, your cum shooting deep inside matthew's hole. the sensation also sent matthew over the edge, for the third damn time, and he cried out, his body shaking as he came again, his release coating your chest. you held matthew tightly as you rode out your highs, your breath mingling as you basked in the afterglow. "that was incredible, baby," you murmured, planting soft kisses on matthew's neck.

matthew nuzzled into your touch, a satisfied smile on his face. "it was perfect. but don't forget, my ass is all yours. any time you want it." you smirked, already devising a plan for the next occasion when you would have the opportunity to taste and feel matthew's flawless ass. you chuckled, your hands gently caressing matthew's back. "of course, baby. but let's not forget about jiwoong and ricky. they’ve been very patient, and i think it's their turn now.” and with that, you gently eased out of matthew, a mischievous glint in your eye as you turned to face your other two submissive boyfriends, who had been watching the entire time, their cocks hard and needy.

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dystopianam · 5 months ago

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[DOWNLOAD] 4t2 TRASHCANS MINI PACK (DEFAULT FOR RESIDENTIAL & COMMUNITY LOTS)

I've been wanting to change the default replacement of my trashcans for a while, I didn't find any that I liked...so I decided to convert the ones I liked best! (Or at least the less ugly and with shitty textures TS4 has) - (And sorry for the shitty previews, I'm not able to make them good yet)

Sleek 'n Stink Trash Can is the residential trash can (but can be used in community lots too) it's from High School Years and it come with 9 colours + a invisible rec!

Trash Talking Recycle Bin is the community default trashcan, it's from Snowy Escape and it comes in two versions with 5 colours each!

V1 have neutral colours, V2 have more vibrant and colorful...colors! (Due to the way the file is made, I wasn't able to do recolors and add all the swatches in only one file. I tried to clone the trashcan myself but...for some reason the game wasn't displaying the mesh. On simPe everything was perfect, but in game I saw the original mesh with my texture on!)

So in the end I decided to use an old default file that I already had and edit it to my liking! Please, choose only one version!

(The community telephone you see in the screens is from @tvickiesims )

I compressed everything, and the files should be very clean! Please look for me for any problems!

DOWNLOAD (SFS)

(If the trashcan from the neighborhood view flash blue don't worry. They are not broken, you just have to enter the lot, make a small change (you can move an object or change the swatch of the trashcan), save and it will no longer flash.

This is a problem that occurs when you previously used another default with other swatches. It might even not happen.)

#the sims 2 #my cc #the sims 2 download #the sims 2 default #the sims 2 custom content #the sims 2 cc

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demonslayedher · 3 months ago

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Today I went to the Zenshuuchuu-ten (Total Concentration Exhibition) for the Swordsmith Village and Hashira Training arcs today!

This is basically a chance for Ufotable to be like, "remember that cool thing we did?" and for we the fans to be like, "yup, sure do, that's why we're here."

It's not quite as extensive as other KnY events I've been to, and it doesn't particularly provide any new information, but it's fun to see some glimpses of the process from animation cells to finished clips. There's always a handful of fun displays to interact with, scrolls of character designs, and nice panels to display screenshots, especially centered around character arcs and impactful moments.

This time it was roughly as follows:

1. A room with large screen shots of Muzan the Upper Moons that appear in time with lines from the show and twangs of a biwa

2. A small room with a small swordsmithing game that they hurry everyone through. You need to strike the sword with just the right amount of force to get a ball into the middle of three slots, which I did, so I got handed a little piece of paper which is my certification as a master. I mentioned this to a friend afterword and her response was "of course you did."

3. A room in two parts dedicated to Muichiro's arc in SSV, with a hazy curtain you pass through sort of like Muichiro gaining his memories, and a model of his sword backlit in turquoise

4. A room dedicated to Mitsuri's arc in SSV, including a model of her sword which curves all the way across the room, and a little Mitsuri whom you could challenge to arm wrestling. She beat me pretty easily.

5. A Genya room of screenshots, and models of both his short little sword and his gun. Forgot to mention that their lines were playing overheard in each room!

6. A Gyokko and Hantengu room. A Gyokko only appeared over a model of the vase if you took a photo with flash, and there was a little Hantengu figure to look for, and if you found it, they'd give you a piece of origami paper on your way out of the gallery (pretty much everybody found it, but it was tiny).

8. The dedicated to Nezuko's mastery was not in-your-face triumph, but instead had a TV screen playing the Nezuko tribute music video version of her song, with the lyrics as scattered across the grey walls as the stream-of-consciousness lyrics.

9. Right after that, the staff ushers you in to the Hashira meeting, as though you were late.

Next to the meeting taking place, there is a model of Tanjiro's new old sword.

8. After that is a room dedicated to Giyuu's back story. I liked the design of the hanging screenshots in this one. Although the overall image is "water" because of the blue, the water design with light cast on the floor, and water droplet sounds mixed in with Giyuu's lines, the half-and-half effect was perhaps not intentional, but it was there. When you turn back to look through this room, the hanging screenshots--memories of Sabito and Tsutako--are all black.

9. The rest is a room dedicated to the different stages of Hashira training, with 3-D displays like riceballs, paper airplanes, pancakes with honeycomb and a ribbon, a board with ropes and sword cut marks (yikes), scuffed wooden swords, and a boulder you could push on. Along the tops of these displays were some eyeballs scoping everything out...

10. After that they put you in a theater room with three wide screens and headphones. At the last Zenshuuchuuten they did a reedit of the Akaza and Rengoku fight across three screens, so I figured this would have has plunging into the Infinity Fortress. After a preview review of Hashira Training highlights and Muzan's walk, yup, sure enough things got explosive and they plunged us in via the big screen, including some extra disorientation by zooming really closely in on some moving shots, or having multiple things happen at once across the screens.

11. Then they funnel you into a place with a TV playing the announcement for the Infinity Castle movies. No new content or news.

12. After that, these things tend to have a bright and happy Kimetsu Academy room! You could take photos, but there was a chalkboard with the voice actors have let their signatures and messages for the fans. I appreciated how they seemed to reflect their characters in their comments and handwriting, to some extent (certainly not Matsuoka (Inosuke) or none of it would be legible, but Hayami (Shinobu) has very legible, handwriting, and Hanae (Tanjiro) has comments like "I hope you'll feel like GUWAAA and GAAAAA!"). You could not take photos of the signatures, but you could take a photo of Mitsuri's art and figment of her imagination who says disparaging things to her (despite how she wants her art to make the world happy?? Oh, the irony):

13. The gallery concludes with a hall eyecatch illustrations, and a hall of Ufotable staff art paying homage to their favorite characters and scenes. Always treat seeing things in Ufotable style, but with individual craft and taste!

14. After that, you buy things. This is where they get ya.

Kind of thankfully, it's late enough in the exhibition's run that they've already run out of a lot of the smaller items I was intrigued by, so I behaved myself. I got the t-shirts I was planning on (I love the simplicity of them so so much, and really had to resist getting the paper airplane one too), a Daki ribbon item leftover from the last exhibition (though what I really wanted was Daki shoelaces), and an official pamphlet of the event. My friend got a couple Osaka-only badges,but since she got doubles of Zenitsuup the Umeda Sky Building, she gave one to me.

I really love that "nanikore" ("what the...?") design. It's so simple, and if you don’t know KnY, you might think they're just silly little circus dudes. But people who know will be like, "!!!" and their day will be a little brighter for having seen it.

Gonna do a quick self-reblog now with some extra photos!

#reblog with more photos coming in a minute #kny in real life #kny merch

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astral-mariner · 17 days ago

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Exclusive preview chapter of my pre-DBZ Saiyans under Freeza fic, Homeworld Lost (read parts 1 & 2 already posted here) below the cut. Content warning for graphic violence and many disturbing themes.

This chapter is the third chapter of Part 9: Between the Stars. A little context: Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa are en route to their third and final scheduled purge planet after taking a long time to recover from some serious injuries they endured while on their previous mission. It was traumatic for everyone, to say the least, and each character has tried to cope with the various events in his own way. Vegeta is on edge for a very specific reason, but Raditz either doesn't speculate or is intentionally obfuscating this reason. Vegeta is in his early 20s here, Raditz in his late 20s.

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Part 9: Between the Stars Chapter 3: Cui's Assignment

I turned the knife over in my hands. Squeezed it. Channeled my energy through my fingers till it passed through the prism. The blade appeared. I often wondered if Shardonne had ever learned to control what little power she had or if she instead harvested souls like [SPOILER]. Either way, fidgeting like this alone in my pod, I’d discovered that I could sate the knife’s hunger for life energy.

Not that I would know how to use it beyond this or perform any kind of spiritual surgery. I had, like the coward I was, left [Freeza's healer's] secrets to languish with him in his laboratory. Perhaps Arugala’s mother, my patroness, had taught me the anatomy of our chakras as she had her own children, but I wouldn’t know how to mend a soul any better than I would how to repair a body that I’d dispatched. However expertly I’d done it.

Yet when I awoke in a tank at a nearby station, Zarbon had left the knife tucked into my breastplate where he’d certainly found it. As if he expected me to learn how to use it. I’d figured out how to use and corrupt other devices supposedly beyond saiyan comprehension. So for all his talk of ensuring Vegeta’s death once he'd fulfilled his purpose, he’d nevertheless given me a chance to heal him. Equally possible that he was mocking me. Ultimately, he knew what Freeza and [his healer] meant to do to Vegeta where I didn’t, and he would manipulate all of us to secure his desired outcome.

Fidgeting. The blade flickered dangerously above my wrist. I didn’t want to step out of my pod. We didn’t belong here.

Vegeta’s grim shadow fell across the pod’s red window. Hurrying, I extinguished the blade and shoved it back inside my breastplate. He wouldn’t tolerate any delays, and only gods knew how he might punish me if he caught me with the knife. He’d come close several times. Always watching my whereabouts during our breaks from stasis.

He opened the hatch for me. “Sleep when you’re dead, third-class,” he spat.

I got up. Fit my scouter over my eye.

“Where the fuck is he?”

Nappa.

“I’m sure he’s almost here,” I reassured the prince.

“Gods, almost as useless as you.” He paced restlessly. Back and forth, boots grinding the dust beneath his feet. His fingers tapped and twitched where they gripped his bicep.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.”

He stopped. His back turned to me, I saw only the subtle bristle of his tightly-wound tail. “Cui”—a deep breath—“has humiliated me for the last time. Let him come to this planet and face me if he dares. After I am through cleansing this planet for him, taking half the time, I’ll throw his dust into the wind.”

“But, this planet…without clearance. Freeza might—”

“Freeza will punish Cui.”

“I don’t think Freeza cares what Cui does.”

Abruptly, Vegeta spun to face me. A flash of violet before I could react. The shot flew over my shoulder to strike a ruin stretched across the horizon. It crumbled to the earth with the roar of falling stone and the scream of metal bending, kicking up clouds of dirt and ashes.

Vegeta continued as if nothing had happened. “Took the Ginyus to subdue this planet.” Pacing again. “Freeza gives us such strange assignments. So very strange… Never was about what the Planet Trade needs a saiyan to fight. When was the last time we fought with honor?”

Fuenghi was a great power, having brought us all to the brink of death, but the prince’s question was rhetorical. I’d learned not to speak out of turn.

He stopped and tapped his scouter. Still searching for Nappa’s signal. “There are always survivors of these purges…” Pulling at his gloves now, adjusting them, wringing his hands together.

If it took the Ginyu Force, we could be in for more than a fight, my mind answered him, presuming he wouldn’t hear. He would not be questioned. Ever since recovering Nappa from the pleasure station, he tolerated so much less.

Everywhere we went, rooms fell silent until our sharp hearing picked up the inevitable mutterings about the massacre. Already Freeza’s scourge, now the prince was the murderer of depraved murderers, more merciless and cruel than any who favored their lawless gathering place. He might’ve worn the titles with pride if not for the disgraceful rumors that came with them.

“Nothing to say, third-class?”

“Yes, it’ll be good to have a real fight,” I agreed despite not having listened. “You don’t need to justify it to me.”

“As if I owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t.” And I didn’t need one. A worthy opponent to test his strength, putting Cui in his place—rationalizations for himself more than anyone else. He certainly wasn’t the first of his name to confuse our thirst for battle for a lust for blood.

He blasted at the ground a tail’s length off from where I stood. “You watched him get in his pod, didn’t you? You set up the coordinates yourself.”

“I did. You saw him—he was in his right mind before I initiated any stasis protocols.”

“You sent him somewhere, didn’t you? So you could say I forced you to come. That you weren’t responsible. That I was the one to go off course and defy orders.” He scoffed. “Try one of your lies with Freeza and see where it gets you.”

Nonsensical accusations, but I wouldn’t criticize him. “I swear I didn’t,” I said.

“Pray that he arrives soon, then.”

Even if Vegeta had come alone, consequences would fall on all of us. Our disobedience wouldn’t go unnoticed; taking on Cui’s assignment was meant to draw attention. No matter what Vegeta might’ve done to me, I would’ve refused to reprogram our route under any other circumstance. However, this planet must harbor some secret if Freeza had commanded the Ginyus specifically to purge it. More than mere strength, the assignment had required precision and, above all, trust. So I’d gathered from Cui last we met.

I let out a sigh once my scouter finally alerted me to Nappa’s arrival. He landed not far off, and I hurried to his pod. Better that he faced me first with the prince poised on the edge of wrath.

I opened the hatch for him once assured his vitals were stable. He was still groggy, but he recognized me. “I’m glad you’re all right.” Offered him my hand to help him stand. “Just…do as he says. Vegeta is in rare form.”

He nodded, but his knotted brow betrayed his confusion.

“We’re cleansing the planet,” I explained. “Leveling what’s left of the population centers, tracking down survivors. It wasn’t on our itinerary, so don’t blame yourself for not knowing.”

“Did you… Is this the first time you’ve told me this?”

I shook my head as I found his scouter for him, took his hand, and folded it over the device. I had, in fact, told him repeatedly. “You just woke up. It’s been a while.”

His scouter locked onto Vegeta stalking toward us, and he tensed.

“Are either of you done wasting my time?”

I positioned myself between him and Nappa. “I just sent you the updated maps. Got a hold of them right before we left.”

He narrowed his eyes, but scrolling over the data distracted him sufficiently. “If either of you fall behind,” he said once he’d finished his review, “I will leave you to rot on this godsforsaken rock.”

“You mean for us to stick together?” Nappa asked.

The prince laughed coldly. “If I could trust either of you, I might assign each of you different continents in the interest of time. But the fact of the matter is that I cannot.”

He took off without warning. Nappa and I scrambled after him, relying on our scouters when we couldn’t match his speed. His flight cut an angry gash through the red smog. Distant, rapid blasts thundered across the sky in brilliant flashes on either side of the wound. Tracing his path with the scouter’s map, he left absolutely nothing in his wake for us to destroy. He would do the work of an entire crew in a matter of hours if exhaustion couldn’t prevent him.

The prince thus occupied, I could easily slip away. And Nappa might not even realize I’d left with how he’d been. Compunction’s familiar ache churned beneath my ribs as I imagined him stranded and lost above the wastes. A relief, then, that I hardly knew what to look for. What it would be worth sneaking away to find. If Vegeta left anything behind for the finding.

He fired and fired and fired until he couldn’t keep apace with the planet’s rotation, and night caught up with him. And then even the dazzling crashes of energy grew fewer and farther between. Darkness at last came to rest over the devastation, and my scouter indicated that Vegeta had descended to the surface. The map outlined what remained of a settlement through the obfuscation of smoke.

Once I landed, letting the prince have his distance, an energy scan discovered no survivors. Just a few minuscule power levels likely belonging to animals. Smaller buildings clustered together on the outskirts of an industrial compound. The Ginyus had taken care to destroy the machines, hangars, towers, and ships, but had left the rest well enough intact.

On an instinct, I made way for the rubble. Nappa followed me without comment. Vegeta, meanwhile, continued to stalk along the perimeter of the settlement, moving with silent intent. Masking, perhaps, a need for rest. Whatever he pursued, I couldn’t stop him, and it made no difference to me so long as he gave me enough time to pick through the debris before disintegrating it.

Glints of green from my scouter’s glow reflected across generators, glass amalgam, new scouter chips, command boxes, adapted prisms—all recognizable, but each with features slightly different from those laid out in the plans Freeza had gifted me those two moons ago. These were more advanced. Only at the Imperial Academy itself had I come across such technology. And this was at some remote factory—hardly what the planet’s occupants must’ve kept for their ports and capitals.

They would’ve traveled far and known much. Too much. I reached down and sifted through the scouter chips until I’d isolated a few that heat and dirt hadn’t rendered useless. These I slipped inside my breastplate near the stolen knife. In all likelihood, the chips didn’t store any sensitive information, but I couldn’t leave them and wonder.

I looked over my shoulder. Nappa had wandered off. I spun, then tapped my scouter when I couldn’t see him anywhere.

A sigh of relief when the scouter highlighted his silhouette behind a shipwreck. Or not quite a shipwreck, but rather the spilled guts of a newly constructed Planet Trade flagship. One of its landing claws held him sitting upright. He looked up from his hands when I approached him.

“Here, you’ll need this,” I said, retrieving his discarded scouter for him.

He took it, fit it, and squinted at the display. “What time is it?”

“Hard to say, but it’s been hours. I’m tired too.”

He picked himself up, refusing all help, and scanned the terrain of the settlement. “I don’t remember this planet from the briefings.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “We took Cui’s cleansing assignment. A detour so we could get here before his crew did. The prince’s idea.”

“He’s out that way.” He took a step in the same direction.

I gripped his arm before he could take off. “Nappa, we just need to get through this without fucking anything up. He put both of us in tanks last time, and he was already furious with you for being late.”

He hung his head. “It’s because of—”

“It’s because of the drug. I know you took some of it with you. And you won’t get better unless you stop taking it.” The last statement I wasn’t so sure of, but I needed to sound sure in case it were true.

“You took it too.”

“I—” I had no excuse for him, and he would know if I lied. He’d seen into my mind just as I’d seen into his all that time ago. “Once,” I said finally. “And you must’ve seen what’s happened with Vegeta too. So you know—maybe better than anyone—that he needs us to stay—”

An explosion cut off the rest. My arm whipped to shield my eyes as heat and hurled scrap crashed towards us.

A few scrapes here and there, but Nappa and I sustained no real damage. The scouter detected no power levels of any significance aside our own. I had to assume that Vegeta had grown weary of this place and would annihilate us with it if we lingered. No more blasts followed, however, and the ruins fell again into the obscurity of night.

The prince remained where he was, and we followed his energy. We heard him before we spotted the sparks blazing around his fists. Shouting.

“Freeza sent his special forces to destroy the likes of you? If you have any honor left, show me your real power.”

I directed Nappa to land at a cautious distance. Vegeta’s energy lit a gleam of terror across the furred creature’s face.

“If—if you have a ship, we’ll go. Take whatever you want!” it stammered. “W-we gave your people the maps already!”

Vegeta laughed. “I don’t give a damn about any of your maps. Either die a warrior’s death, or meet an end worse than hers.” He channeled more energy into his right hand and pointed it to illuminate a spot some tail lengths off.

There lay the mangled body of another creature. Several of six limbs twisted and broken. One snapped above the elbow, only soft flesh keeping the rest of the arm attached. A black, bloody mess of organs tangled beneath the ribs. Agony still contorted the face.

A shriek.

“What, never seen a battlefield before?” He blasted next to the creature and cackled as it dove into the dirt to dodge it. “Guess not. Hid from the purge too like the cowardly scum you are.”

The prince circled round to his victim’s side. The creature trembled too much to stand and couldn’t answer him apart from whimpers and sobs.

“Pathetic.” He shoved his boot into the creature’s spine. “Last chance to fight back. Show your strength.”

Turning away, I glanced toward Nappa. “I don’t think Freeza sent the Ginyu Force because these people were strong,” I said.

He stared blankly into the sky, smoke blotting out the stars. He was always worse when Vegeta lashed out. There was nothing to be done.

“Don’t think you’re going to fight,” the prince scorned. “Pissed yourself instead—I can smell it on you.”

A hoarse scream followed the deep crack of a limb wrenched from its socket. Pain’s memory echoed through my shoulders, numbness through my fingers. Vegeta had done the same to me when his blows left me shivering and useless. Warm-blooded, the creature must suffer similarly, and though we couldn’t let it live for Freeza to find, its misery served no purpose.

I braced myself before facing Vegeta once more. Before bearing witness to the torture he could easily turn on me if anger mastered him. “They’re just weaklings,” I shouted. “A waste of your time. Let’s get this over with and get off this planet.”

He dropped the creature with a snarl. “I don’t take orders from you, third-cl—”

A bolt of red struck his armor in between his shoulder blades. From a blaster deadly enough to pierce Planet Trade gear, yet ineffective in harming someone of the prince’s power level. He whipped around where he stood in search of the sniper, hands ready with charges.

A pair of smaller beings lingered a second too long before disappearing around a wall’s corner.

Vegeta kicked the creature at his feet. “Are those…your children?”

“No!” A plea rather than a denial.

“They—aha—are going to watch you die.” He tapped his scouter, isolating the trace power levels instantly. He vanished, my eyes hardly able to track him, and the two children had no hope of escape.

“Nn…” The presumed father squirmed towards me. Supplicant, he stretched one trembling hand out to me.

I took aim for his head.

“Aren’t you going to save him?”

Fired.

I didn’t process what Vegeta had said or why until it was too late. My shot had stricken the child who’d dove to protect his father from me. Now he wept over the little body.

I gathered energy into my hand. “These people are a waste. Just kill them.”

Vegeta answered my charge with one of his own. The child he held by the neck didn’t understand that he meant it for me and squirmed as far away as it could. “Defying me, third-class? How sorry you must be that Freeza won’t let me grant your deathwish. Always tempting me… I can control myself, unlike you.” His grip on the child’s throat stifled a scream.

I stood my ground. “Tell yourself whatever you want. But you won’t humiliate Cui by taking twice as long on his assignment.”

He fixed his sharp eyes on mine, sneering, as he leaned more of his weight and strength into his heel until his boot crushed spine and ribs with an unmistakable, wet crunch. “Worthless,” he snarled over the creature’s gargling.

A quick death, at least, if not an easy one. Consequences damned, I vowed that the child would receive an end just as swift even if I had to intervene. All four eyes tightly shut, tears streamed into the dark fur lining its face. Its lips quivered over clenched teeth, and trilled whimpers escaped through them as Vegeta released its throat to embrace the child from behind. Almost as tall as he was, the prince’s mouth was level with its ear.

“Does it make you strong, watching them die?” he said.

I’d heard those words before, and my steps faltered.

“It’s been so long since I’ve fought someone worthy… So long, lying awake, restless…” Abruptly, he let go of the child. “Show me you aren’t as useless as the rest.”

Its limbs buckled instantly, and it tumbled forward into the remains of its father and sibling. Away from Vegeta, I had a clear shot. I awaited only a slip of the prince’s attention. His speed would thwart me otherwise, and he’d deflect the blast.

The child, however, did not merely lie shocked and defeated. Somehow, even with a mouth full of its father’s blood, it summoned the will to rise up from the ground. I knew very little about the child’s race, but the look it turned on Vegeta was one of pure hatred. “Why?” it spat at him.

The prince answered with a crooked grin. “As if I could tell you why the gods have forsaken you.”

“Gods have nothing to do with it.” The child managed to stand. A rise in power level did not accompany it. “You did this.”

“Who are the gods but whoever is strongest?” Again, he seized the child by the neck. “And I am stronger than you. I’m stronger—haha—a Super Saiyan, the strongest in the universe!”

The [SPOILER] I’d seen had been no more than a dream. I was sure of it now. Many times had Vegeta lied, hidden, said one thing and done another, and exhibited more arrogance than his actual strength warranted. After all that’d happened, I understood why. My heart ached for him still. But as much as I’d denied it ever since he’d turned on me on that empty planet, I was beginning to recognize his madness for what it was. And because his sanity was slipping, I knew his defenses would slip too when I finally aimed and took my shot.

Blasted cleanly through its skull, the child died immediately. The body convulsed for a few seconds before going limp. Still gripping the neck while he raved, Vegeta seemed not to realize what’d happened.

“There is nothing but your own strength. The gods gave you a mother and father just to wound you when they were taken away. Better now that they’re gone, and you see the truth. I’ve set you free. Does it make you strong?”

He shook the body, rattled it. He’d come to assume soon enough that he’d spoiled his torture too soon. The corpse could fascinate him only so long. I left him with it to see where Nappa had gone.

He’d found the children’s hiding place behind the crumbled wall. He sat, rocking back and forth, muttering to himself. Something about Savoy. I couldn’t stand to listen. I leaned down and struck him hard across the face.

“We have to get out of here. You’ve got to snap out of it.”

He shook his head, massaged his cheek, and seemed to recognize me when our eyes met.

“Vegeta just needed a moment to rest, but he’ll be ready to set out again soon. He’ll put us in tanks again if we fall behind.”

“Raditz…where are we?”

I took a deep breath and turned my back to him before I could curse in his face. “Fucking gods damn it all,” I ground out. “Shit. Fuck. Can’t fucking take this anymore. Can’t fucking do it.” All of us were mad in our own way, and our next assignment would end in disaster. And all I had was I knife I couldn’t use, empty scouter chips, and connections who meant me more harm than anything else. Vegeta had been right about one thing—the gods wouldn’t help us either. They never had.

“Nappa,” I said, facing him again, “once we leave, we’re going to go through your things and get rid of whatever is left of that drug. Let me do it, or Vegeta will.”

He frowned. Perhaps he hadn’t even understood. Better, then, if he was too far gone to interfere.

“Just follow me, all right?” I took him by the arm. “It’s just a cleansing assignment we took from Cui. There’s not much left. We just have to finish up and leave.”

“Where’s Vegeta?”

“Down that way. Found some survivors and took care of them.”

His brow knotted after he tapped his scouter. Another tap. “He’s gone.”

Fucking gods, I refused to utter aloud. “Of course he is.” I locked onto his energy before he could fly too far ahead. “We’ve got to go.”

#vegeta #astral art #astral writing #homeworld lost #blood cw #dbz

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valeheartsdior · 3 months ago

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star lust - TEASER

『 pairings: haechan x johnny! reader 』

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MINORS DNI THIS BLOG CONTAINS EXPLICIT

CONTENT ! 18+

『 preview | johnny harshly whispers in your ear “you’re my little slut who will be taking hucks and i dick in your two little holes baby, but first let me open that pretty little cunt up” he brings up your hand and licks two digits bringing them down to your pulsing core.

Warnings 』// desperate, begging, possessive, throat grabbing, oral, unprotected sex, anal, blowjob, praise, slapping, crying, squirting, finger sucking, multiple reader orgasms, dom/sub reader, johnny dom, haechan dom, mean haechan

“Y/N!You’re telling me you got an invitation to the biggest party of the year?”

“But wait you’re debating on going because johnny made sure he personally gave it to you infront of the whole class and he practically embarrassed you?” Your bestfriend laughs

You always seen yourself as a beautiful girl, you had your share of boyfriends through high school and now well college, but after hooking up with Haechan one night after you had more than a couple drinks things suddenly started changing.

“Yes, Johnny is super hot and I would want him on me but I don’t know I guess I’m just scared I will be going into the lions den if I go…” sighing over the phone

“Y/N common you need to get fucked it’s been what a couple months since you’ve actually had someone in you, and from what you tell me they completely don’t understand a girl’s needs!”

Oh god what have you gotten yourself into?

You set a timer for 9 pm, if there was going to be anything that was happening tonight you had to shave from head to toe you had to be ready. As the time passed you started to get nervous thinking how you’ve had gotten manipulated into going, ok no one was pointing a gun at your head to go but the heat in your core was waiting with anticipation if Johnny was going to make a move tonight.

You wore a black mini skirt so mini that if you were to bend over you would flash the whole nct frat house. You paired it with a jean corset that hugged your girls just right making them pop, fuck you looked like a hooker but a mission was a mission.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct 127 #haechan #johnny suh #nct x reader #nct #nct smut #kpop smut

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markrosewater · 2 years ago

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Maro’s March of the Machine Teaser

Before previews for March of the Machine officially begin, I thought it would be fun to do another of my Duelist-style teasers where I give tiny hints of things to come. Note that I’m only giving you partial information.

First up, here are some things you can expect:

• Numerous cards that mechanically care about Phyrexians

• A double-faced token (one that transforms)

• A card that costs XUUUU

• A variant of a mechanic returns to a premier set for the second time since it originally appeared

• A legendary creature returns not seen since Homelands

• A creature capable of dealing eleven poison counters

• Some planes show up in card names that have never done so before

• Wrenn returns with a new partner

• Two draft archetypes that have a creature type matters component (one of which is Phyrexians - see above)

• The tenth _____ & _____ sword

Next, here are some rules text that will be showing up on cards:

• “You may cast spells with flash or flying from the top of your library.”

• “an Aura, God or Demigod card”

• “where X is the excess damage dealt this way.”

• “This spell can’t be copied.”

• “Activate only if you’ve cast two or more spells this turn.”

• “Each player can’t cast more than one non-Phyrexian spell each turn.”

• “X twice, where X is the number of lands you control.”

• “Whenever a permanent you control transforms or a permanent enters the battlefield under your control transformed,”

• “If the opponent protects it, remove a defense counter from it.”

• “At the beginning of your upkeep, if you haven’t been dealt combat damage since your last turn, you draw a card and you lose 1 life.”

Finally, here are some Phyrexians in the set:

• Creature – Phyrexian Bear Rhino

• Creature – Phyrexian Devil

• Creature – Phyrexian Dog Warrior

• Creature – Phyrexian Jackal

• Creature – Phyrexian Samurai

• Creature – Phyrexian Shade

• Creature – Phyrexian Shark

• Creature – Phyrexian Treefolk

• Creature – Phyrexian Viashino

• Creature – Phyrexian Weird

And some creature type lines of denizens fighting them:

• Creature – Moonfolk Ninja

• Creature – Aetherborn Vampire

• Creature – Fungus Rabbit

• Creature – Dwarf Pilot

• Creature – Raccoon Warrior

• Creature – Goblin Spellshaper

• Creature – Wolverine Dinosaur

• Legendary Creature – Elder Giant Dog

• Legendary Creature – Ape Dinosaur Turtle

• Legendary Creature – Cyclops Homunculus

For answers to these and more, tune into March of the Machine’s Debut March 29th at 9:00 am on YouTube and Twitch.

#Magic The Gathering #MTG #March of the Machine #Mark Rosewater #WotCStaff

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cocogum · 9 months ago

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Let’s TALK about episodes 9 and 10 people… (part 2)

PART 1 : HERE

(‼️SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4‼️)

And of course, we got Qilby who’s finally got the eliatrope dofus back and left the chat. I liked how he was talking to Shinonome tho even if she was still in their shared dofus. This taught me that even if one sibling is alive, they can still communicate with their twin in their dofus.

And here we go again with Qilby wanting to make A NEW ELIACUBE. Only this time, he’ll name that one the “Eliasphere”.

Because of this, it was finally confirmed that Lokus was a mechasm. And it all makes perfect sense now.

When Qilby finally reached Lokus’ heart, we get flashes and quick imageries of those very same mechasms. When we pause on every single one of them, we get to see these:

(I love how these mechasms kinda look like biblical angels tho lol)

Yeah, we’re screwed.

And then we’re back with Yugo and my god he keeps convulsing so much I’m so confused as to how he can keep talking so normally after all this.

I didn’t even try to screenshot this at a good angle, this is exactly what happened when I just took it. It’s perfect.

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS SHOT?!? I know how some of us have seen this scene as a preview for the episode but I just LOVE how good this looks. The colors and the vibe are sending me!! I still also remember how people used to theorize on who this could have been lying down in front of Toross back when we didn’t know it was Yugo. I heard things like Amalia, Nora, Yugo obviously, and even Efrim. Those were some fun times…

Bro. I can’t stop staring.

I know he’s going through hell right now but like….damn he’s built. He’s such a slut.

*clears throat*

😩❤️‍🔥💖🎶DADDY’S HOME🎶💖❤️‍🔥😩‼️‼️‼️

I believe his growth and powers should get elevated to fight stronger opponents which is why I am happy that he grew 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢 I only want the best for him after all 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢

Yugo just accepted death when you think about it. When Oropo explained to him what the necromes would do and what would become of him, Yugo was lost yes but he accepted it. He welcomed it even. Right after that, we see him fighting with Bouillon and smiling. He’s smiling when he shouldn’t be. But because Oropo told him he’d make him stop thinking about the outside world, he’s smiling. The slow process of his death was currently happening and Yugo couldn’t do a thing.

That’s what frustrates me but makes me admire Yugo. It’s the fact that he always gets so close to death but when he learns that there’s finally nothing he can do about it, he just accepts it.

I think that’s pretty respectable but….

WHY DO U THINK LIKE THAT?!?!?

Honestly he can be even dumber than Dally sometimes.

He’s such a dummy THAT HE’S SMILING LIKE A DUMBASS CHILD WHILE FIGHTING BOUILLON

I just-

I can’t handle his smugness stop.

STOP!!!

But in all seriousness tho I gotta address Nora.

Because omg Nora.

I genuinely feel so horrible for her.

She spent thousands of years searching for her mother with Efrim. She spent so many years of her life looking for her mother and never gave up. She almost lost the connection and then got it back and when she finally found her, she lost Efrim, then went with her mother and has done nothing else but listen to her mother, give out orders for her, and try to be the center of the family circle so she could keep its balance.

She has realized that she will no longer be able to be reborn like her other siblings and will eventually stay stuck in her dofus for all eternity. She is aware that when she dies, she won’t be remembered by her other siblings and her place in the council of six will fade away as if all those thousands of years spent with them happened for nothing. The only one who will remember her will be Qilby who will think of her as the long-lost sister none of the others remember and will ever get to meet her. She will disappear in the face of the krosmoz and will never come back.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, she gets tricked by Efrim and gets statufied so that her powers can be used by Toross whenever he wants to. Her situation became ironic, even laughable too. Because now, instead of dying and not being able to go back to her dofus, she is physically incapable of moving and will forever be used by Toross. No matter the outcome, Nora can’t come back to her dofus. Compared to Yugo, Toross doesn’t let out a tear at his action inflicted on Nora and instead thanks her. Nora’s last memory of all of this is Toross telling her how the world will have nothing but hunger.

“You can't do this! Have mercy! Don’t make me responsible for the end of the world!”

In the end, her last word was her brother’s name.

Nora deserved more.

All she had done as of now was help others and try to fix what she could. She never stopped to think about what she could’ve done for herself.

That Qilby vs Lokus fight is just *chef’s kiss*

“My brother, my king.”

Qilby is a real legend.

Now some people might wonder why his death was considered a sad one when he can just die, get reborn, and not lose any of his memories. While that is technically true, he’s not losing anything. And that’s exactly why it’s sad. Qilby can’t lose anything no matter what he does. Which is why he had no trouble dying. If dying meant helping Yugo find some way to obtain Lokus’ heart, then he’d do it. Unlike his siblings, he’s the only one able to confidently have that mindset and say it’s nothing to worry about. He did it for his king so that like he told Yugo:

“I hope that when we wake up, the planets will still be here.”

And this is why Yugo cried for him.

Despite being rejected over and over again, despite being called a traitor, despite being called a monster and a killer, Qilby stayed true to himself even until the end. Qilby’s sense of wonder and curiosity, the very same things that had made him look like a freak to Yugo, is what saved his king.

#wakfu #ankama #krosmoz #wakfu yugo #wakfu season 4 #wakfu s4 #wakfu review #wakfu reviews #wakfu season 4 episodes 9 and 10 #yugo wakfu #yugo #wakfu season 4 episodes 9 and 10 review #wakfu nora #wakfu qilby

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screams-in-writing · 7 months ago

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Still editing ch 3 and going on to outline ch 4 based off how that ch ends. Tentatively going for an early Thursday/late friday post for ch 3, and if Mr. Puzzles behaves, a possible late sun/early Monday post for ch 4.

For now, have a little preview of a later chapter’s scene where the reader finds out that not only are those tv antenna on Mr. Puzzles’ head actually sensitive, but he’s also very much touch-starved.

Note: This is planned to take place ch 7 or ch 9, if all goes according to the outline. It may change, however, and may even change/be split between pov depending on where it falls when editing.

~ Curiously, you reached out to touch the crooked left antenna.

Mr. puzzles stuttered, but continued to sing, a furrow appearing on the screen of his face as he turned his head toward the camera, as if trying to see what was on the other side. Likely he was unable to, with how many tvs were in the immediate area of the unused area of the strip mall (and powered on, despite the lack of people).

You touch the right antenna next, pinching the metal between thumb and forefinger.

This time, Mr. Puzzles actually stopped singing altogether as he promptly spoke in a strained voice.

“Dear viewers, please stand by for a quick maintenance break!”

The screen switched over to a ‘please stand by’ screen with Mr puzzles’ tv head logo on it. But within moments, there was a sudden switch to static before Mr. Puzzles’ technicolor smile and digital eyes appeared on the screen before you, wearing a harried expression.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Mr. Puzzles asked. Then, with a flash of a sly smile. “Or were you trying to let me know that you’re enjoying the show?”

“Let my coworkers come back. They didn’t mean anything by their teasing.” You jabbed a finger at the screen. “You can’t just kidnap people to use like puppets in your little shows.”

“Little?” Mr. Puzzles sounded offended and incredulous. “I’ll have you know I always strive for a 5 star rating in everything I do. Little.” A scoff, as mr puzzles voice and expression switched again to become smug. Amused with what he was about to say, even if his voice was anything but. It was cooler and deeper. More indifferent yet also Curious. “What would you do if I don’t let them leave?”

“This.” You deadpanned, repressing a shiver over the tone shift as you reached over to sharply pinch both of Mr. Puzzles’ antenna.

“Ah!”

Before Mr. Puzzles could say more, you squeezed the metal tight before giving it a sharp yank. You expected a yelp of pain or even a digital stutter, but it was quite the opposite.

Was that…had that been a moan?

“What in the-? Are you…are these actually sensitive?!” You let go of the antenna like they’d burned you as you took a step back. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize-I thought it was more like the equivalent of being poked or something for you.” You jumped a little when one of Mr. Puzzles’ hand, the arm attached to it, came out from beneath the TV to seize your hand. You thought he was going to bring you into his ‘show’, but that wasn’t what happened.

Mr. Puzzles merely placed your hand back onto one of his antenna.

“Absolutely not.” You attempted to pull your hand away, despite Mr. Puzzles’ continued hold of your wrist. “I’m not touching your antenna if they’re that sensitive.”

“Please.” Mr. Puzzles sounded like he was winded, even as he took on a pleading tone. “I liked it.”

“…I think we need to have a conversation about what exactly it is you want with my home town and why you keep popping up everywhere I show up after my roommates threatened you with a garbage disposal for following me around without me knowing it.” You said, eying Mr. Puzzles arm and then his screen of a face. Then, shaking your head, added. “I didn’t even realize that you could experience anything like a human. I thought you were a robot?”

“Mmm…more like a cyborg?” Mr. Puzzles mumbled. “I still have some of a human body. It’s just different than before.” The hand loosened its tight grip on your wrist but didn’t let go. “Please?”

no acknowledgment of how odd it was for someone you knew less than a month was so interested in following you about after work, where he had been ‘filling in’ for the hours you couldn’t work.

oh.

speaking of coworkers.

“Bring my coworkers back.” You countered as you moved your hand out of mr puzzles slackened grip.

Mr. Puzzles studied you for a moment, but must have seen something in your expression that made him sigh theatrically that you were serious. Then, he reluctantly retracted his arm back within the tv (somehow).

Much faster than you expected, Mr. Puzzles let your coworkers go; you could hear them end up in the empty store next door with yells of surprise followed by confusion, and then at least one of the two burst into loud sobs of terror.

Swifter than even letting your coworkers go, Mr. Puzzles sprang up off the table, and before you knew it, he’d crowded in on you against the wall. Eagerly, he bent down and shoved his screen into your shoulder, before subtly tilting his head to present his antenna to you. No concept of personal space whatsoever, even if Mr puzzles kept his hands to himself by brace it then on his legs. wait.

Oh no.

You’d inadvertently introduced Mr. Puzzles to another way to get attention from someone.

Possibly attention from you in particular.

This being assumed, because Mr puzzles soon impatiently straightened up when you did nothing, and, gentler than before, grasped your hand and led you over to a chair.

You sat down, confused, and ready to point out you ought to go check on your still brokenly sobbing coworker when Mr. Puzzles promptly removed his television head to place on your lap.

So that was a thing.

Mr. Puzzles flashed an expression up at you in what he likely thought was a hopeful look, but it only came off as desperate and deranged. Aaaand his body had just sat down on another chair as it kind of just went…inert, with the hands resting on the top of the knees.

Weird. You distantly wonder why the body horror right before you didn’t draw a big reaction from you. Maybe you were in shock? Maybe you’d seen enough of Mr puzzles antics that day in your home and at the cafe that it didn’t seem any different than those times?

“If you’re going to interrupt my show, then perhaps you could show me why you thought it necessary to tug on my poor antenna?” A huff of breath, then a strained. “But don’t actually tug in them so harshly.” A pause. “Please?”

nope. not when you didn’t know if it was a tactile, platonic thing to mr puzzles to have his antenna touched (unlikely based off what you just saw and heard), or if it somehow brought a sensation of pleasure (more likely, and definitely not something a casual acquaintance asked of another).

yikes.

You don’t think that Mr. Puzzles anticipated that you would do something other than what he wanted. So he was in a shock of his own when you stand up, and totter along while carrying his television head out of the abandoned store with you.

This left mr puzzles to fumble around in the dark as he protested, muffled against where you carried him to your chest, the entire way to another store where you set his television head down, and poked the screen to get his attention.

A gasp of comical offense.

Mr puzzles’ body could be heard running into something with a ‘thud’.

“You can’t do that to my coworkers.” You point to the screen and then to the general area where crying could be heard. “Especially not when you’re already covering for my work while my arm finishes healing up.” You lean in close to make sure mr puzzles was looking at you. “And you shouldn’t kidnap people in general where no one but you knows where they went. My coworkers friends and family were so worried when they were gone for nearly two days.”

sirens sound in the distance.

one of your coworkers called the cops? Or something unrelated?

Mr puzzles might have said something, to try and steer the conversation elsewhere or make up some flimsy excuse, but you were distracted by both the sirens and realization of the heat emanating from his screen. Since the body wasn’t there to grasp your wrist again, you reached out to rest your fingers on Mr. Puzzles’ screen again, ignoring the stutters and glitching that rose in his voice.

Huh.

He really did feel like one of those old tube televisions you’d had when you were younger, complete with the warm screen and fuzzy static sensation.

Mr. Puzzles’ voice eventually slipped into soft pleading. Something about not leaving fingerprints on his face, while you curiously traced along the outside of his screen. It didn’t occur to you in the moment that Mr. Puzzles had feeling in his screen of a face, though not as sensitive of a place as the antenna were. You’d not even noticed the fact that Mr puzzles body had collapsed only feet from where you were, twitching before curling up and hugging itself to then begin to tremble. You only became aware of the body when its long gangly arms wrapped around your waist in a clingy hug that made you jump and accidentally knock mr puzzles head off the flimsy table to the floor.

The arms let go of you as mr puzzles’ body sprawled out on the floor with a groan of discomfort rising from the television set.

“would you care to try that again so I can get a good recording of that?” Mr puzzles sounded huffy, and displeased as he pat around the floor until he found his head. With a grumble, the tv man picked it up to turn on he screen toward you, mr puzzles wearing a slightly feral, unhinged expression.

you swiftly leave the empty store to go check on your coworkers. Mr puzzles did not follow, but you could hear a low laughter ring out from the room behind you along with a raised, falsely cheerful lilt of a farewell that sounded more like a threat.

“I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.” A little unhinged laughter trickled out. “I look forward to having another…stimulating conversation with you, my dear.”

Later, when you weren’t looking over your shoulder for Mr. Puzzles, you wondered why he let you touch his face, when he seemed so averse to anyone but him touching his television face, especially when you’d punched him in the screen not a month ago. Not only that, you also came out of the odd interaction with the knowledge that Mr. Puzzles could be successfully diverted from his hyper focus of turning your town into the greatest television show ever (or tormenting your coworkers in one of his shows) with just a touch to his inhuman head, and the antenna that stuck out of that ridiculous hat of his.

#smg4 mr puzzles x reader #fic snippet #more a chunk of text really #mr puzzles discovers another way to get attention aka being doted on with pets to his tv head #Again this is on my phone so errors may be there as this is a draft #tw suggestive #I think?

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oraeliaa · 3 months ago

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Flash, Bam, Alakazam!

Chapter 9 is up!!

I can't believe we're at the second to last chapter, it's wild <3 Thank you everyone for reading so far, we're in plot city now, folks, hope you enjoy!

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She sat, practically in a nest of bones, staring at the door. She hadn’t been able to sleep, though whether it was from the nap earlier in the day or her own anxiety, she wasn’t sure.

She hadn’t noticed her own shivering til a coat fell over her shoulders, and she glanced up at Cooper, not having to force the small smile she offered to him. She hadn’t heard him get up, too…focused on the space, on the problem, ahead of her.

He crouched, inhaling deeply before offering his arm and she took it, moving away from the door. Staring at it wasn’t going to help, after all.

The fire was practically embers but he still stoked it, adding a few errant sticks and patting for her to join him, sitting beside its warmth.

“Did I ever tell you,” he began, hesitating briefly before wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “how I got into films?”

#fallout #ghoulcy #fanfic #fallout fanfic #ao3 fanfic #lucy maclean #cooper howard #ao3 writer #lucy x cooper #fanfiction

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starryriize · 1 year ago

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picture perfect | leehan

part 1- the invite

a/n: the long-awaited release of part one! i have absolutely loved making this and it’s taken me longer than i’d like to admit :( this is the first time i’ve written more than 1k words😫i sincerely hope that you all enjoy this!!

1.2k words

pairing: photographer! Leehan and model! reader

summary/preview , part one , part two

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"Leehan! Did you see the interview?" He turns to his friend, feigning innocence. "What interview?" Taesan rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue before chiding, "Come now, you saw it!" Leehan did, in fact, see the interview. The one that featured the CEO of Omega Watches shaking hands with some high-ranking representative of a model that Leehan didn't care about. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering why Taesan was so excited about a normal interview. It wasn't anything new for a CEO to have new models for the new collections.

Taesan sighed loudly, plopping onto the couch as he leaned his head back, slightly closing his eyes. If there was one perk to living with Leehan, the furniture was always comfortable and stylish. Interior designers should be glad he took up photography, Taesan thought to himself. Facing where Leehan was sitting, Taesan grabbed a plain white envelope. He took a stray pen from the round living room table, sliding the pen through the seal. Taking the paper out, Taesan went silent. It was an invite to the New Year's Gala hosted by Omega. Every year, this dreaded gold-lined invite came, and every time, Leehan refused to go. Events were incredibly draining, filled with hours of talking to people, and doing so-called “networking.”

“Oh? Taesan, what’s in the letter?” Leehan stood up, leaning against the wall, gesturing toward the paper with a quirked eyebrow.

“The New Year’s Gala for Omega. Apparently, the theme this year is fairytale.” Taesan said while smirking, already planning his outfit to capture the hearts of many at the party. Leehan sighed in annoyance, knowing he’d have to go to the Gala this year. There was no avoiding the CEO, but more importantly, he had to keep good relations with the CEO.

“I’ll come with.” Leehan paused, “I have to make sure I still have my contract with Omega.” Leehan muttered under his breath, not wanting to admit that he did want to see the newest collection of watches. Leehan, despite all his complaints about parties and not caring, did in fact enjoy the socializing. There was a rush of adrenaline that he got from the flashing lights, the sparkles, the car ride from their shared apartment, and the whole feeling of living life fully. It was the same rush that he got from being in the airport. He loved moments where he felt like time was suspended, as it made him feel like the main character of a New York Times bestseller.

But Taesan wasn’t stupid, he saw right through his friend. Shrugging, Taesan smiled. Sarcastically commenting, “Sure. You’re definitely going for the contract talks.” He paused before adding, “Also Leehan, I hope you know that the Gala is this coming weekend at 9 pm outside the Omega Pop-up store.” Taesan continued talking about the details of the party, where to park, who to avoid, and most importantly what to wear. As far as Leehan was concerned, he wasn’t interested in the who’s and what’s of the party. But Taesan was right, they needed outfits, and ones that would fit the theme perfectly. Taesan retreated to his room, spending what seemed like hours, deliberating over which silk shirt looked best. Deciding that he needed his friend’s opinion, he called Leehan to tell him what he thought about the silk.

Leehan sighed for the fifth time, muttering, “I say this with love but the silk isn’t it. You look like a dress up pirate not a fairytale prince.”

Taesan audibly scoffs as he flicks through the various shirts before pulling out a hanger. “Yes. Yes. I’ve found it!” He turns to Leehan, holding a white ruffled shirt with puffed sleeves and a ruffled collar. It was the epitome of a fairytale if he were in Tangled that is. "I think I look good." Taesan smirks at himself in the mirror, proud of the "princely" fit he pulled out of his closet.

"But what do I wear?" Leehan sighed, staring at the rows upon rows of shirts. Flicking through the blues and whites, he stopped, staring at a navy blue dress shirt. Pulling it off the hanger, he placed it down, moving to find a matching vest or jacket. After he finally found a suitable vest, embroidered with white crystals and made of white satin. He figured that would be enough and that he'd plan the rest of the fit later.

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12 hours away, you'd gotten the same letter. You knew this wasn't an event you could call sick to skip mainly because your face was going to be all over the adverts at the entrance of the party. Glancing down at the letter, you read it out loud, wishing the flight wasn't so expensive and wondering which outfit you could possibly wear.

We cordially invite you to our New Year's Gala. We plan to introduce our newest "Timeless" collection. Our theme this year is fairytale! We hope to see you there. Yours Truly, Omega Watches.

Smiling, you knew you could finally pull out the butterfly top that you'd been influenced to buy when you were shopping with your close friend, Yunjin. Carefully removing the resin-jeweled top from its protective covering, you quickly grabbed your favorite pink satin skirt.

Glancing at the clock, you realized you had less than two hours to catch your flight to Incheon. Gingerly wrapping your outfit in a small carry-on, you grab your mother's Yves Saint Laurent crossbody and begin locking up your apartment, double-checking everything. You knew that your manager had already sent your pre-packed bags to Incheon, so what else did you need? You glance your eyes over your jewelry, stopping at the gold heart bracelet. Deciding you can never have enough jewelry, you grab the bracelet and place it in your purse.

Soon you were on a plane, miles from Incheon with adrenaline filling your veins. Just thinking about finally seeing your adverts in person, meeting new people, and socializing, words couldn't describe how excited you felt.

Upon landing in South Korea, you were taken aback by the stunning views and how it felt so much like home. You had been to Korea once before, but you were so little, that everything was a blur. The hustle and bustle of Incheon Airport made you feel calm, suspended in-between time, where you were neither here nor there.

Taking out your phone, you snap a quick picture of the views from the airport entrance before scanning the taxi lane for your scheduled car. You were told to look for a black Jaguar XKSS, remembering your manager saying that the car was "vintage-looking" and something "out of James Bond."

Some 10 minutes later, you see a car that looks as though it came from the Bond films. Ah, that must be my ride. You thought to yourself. The front door opened and a tall, somewhat American-looking man strode to where you were standing. You glance toward him, analyzing his movements as he opens the trunk for your luggage. The man offered his hand for you to shake, introducing himself as Jaehyun. You confidently shook his hand, introducing yourself as well.

"Let's get you to the hotel." Jaehyun jumped excitedly, placing your luggage into the trunk. The car's capacity was, well, smaller than you expected. You knew it'd be a vintage car, but you didn't think it'd be as tiny as you thought. It was a two-door car, so you had to be seated in the passenger seat.

Just as you were getting comfortable, Jaehyun mentioned, "Going to the Omega Party? Ah, you'll get to meet Leehan and Taesan!" Leehan? Why was that name familiar to you? You tried to remember why he was familiar but then gave up remembering that you'll probably see him at the Gala.

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For both you and Leehan, the moment you enter the doors of the Gala, lives shall be changed.

#bnd imagines #bnd fluff #boynextdoor imagines #bnd leehan #leehan x reader #boynextdoor leehan #bnd scenarios #boynextdoor scenarios

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