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♡ "All the little things..."
⟡ itoshi rin | oliver aiku | michael kaiser ⟡
summary: gn!reader, things that they’d look for/love in a partner! pure fluff! (i do describe something as ‘sexy’ but it really isn't that serious)
˗ˏˋ written for arias 1.5k follower event! ˎˊ˗
he’d never admit it, but rin would want a partner who can take him down a few notches. someone to calm his nerves and balance out his animosity. he can come to you at the end of every match and immediately release all tension and frustration. but also, someone to ground him and his ego a bit off the field. someone who can remind him to take things slowly and relax when he can and should.
he’s secretly very attracted to kindness. it’s a weird thing to be secretive about but rin is a weird guy what can i say. it makes his heart flutter to see you treating others with such grace, it even tugs a small smile at the corners of his lips which he quickly tries to pull back down into his usual blank expression.
rin tends to be a more private person himself, and he likes others that can keep their peace in that same way. he wouldn’t want to tell the whole world about your relationship, not because he wants to keep you a secret, but because he feels like you’re relationship is even more special the more it exists only to serve the two of you. he likes the idea of having you all to himself.
as a runner up for sassiest man of the year (lost to kaiser lol), oliver tends to find that same snappiness attractive in other people as well. he loves someone who can speak their mind and be confident about it, someone who can stand their ground and not let themselves be belittled. he thinks it’s hot, sexy even.
he likes people that are more outgoing then he is. while oliver doesn’t usually shy away from any fun, he can tend to back out of things because he feels it may be “too much” or an over exertion. he wants someone who can push him out of his comfort zone and get him to try new things that he wouldn’t have otherwise done on his own.
out of the whole cast, oliver is probably one of the most comfortable in his own masculinity methinks. he loves doing self-care and other beautification rituals (lol) with you! would let you do his eyebrows, dye his hair, make him smell like a strawberry shortcake; he fucking loves it. “Can’t turn down a bit of TLC and relaxation” he’d say. he totally does call a lot of it “goop” and “slime” or “sticky stuff” and can only remember to categorize it by color. “Babe, come feel my face, that pink goopy stuff made it so soft.~”
similar to mr. aiku, kaiser also loves a bit of sass in his partners, in a more subtle way though. sarcasm and brutally honest humor make him wanna bark like a dog. he loves it. he’s like the girl in a romance manga that falls in love with the cold and stoic upperclassmen. wants to break your hard exterior, but also wants to be the only person who ever could.
he loves being on the receiving end of ‘acts of service’. if that’s your love language, he’s all for it. he already thanks you just for putting up with him on a daily basis - considers that an act of service lol. making him food or planning a date for him would make his heart swell to the point of explosion.
physical and emotional intimacy need to be a huge priority for him. similarly to how rin likes things to just be between him and his partner, kaiser also needs certain things to be private, though he's more than happy to let the whole world know you're the person he loves. as long as he gets to have those quiet tender moments with you, wrapped in each others arms, he's a happy boy.
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ᯤ feat. yoichi isagi, meguru bachira, hyoma chigiri, rin itoshi, seishiro nagi, kenyu yukimiya, ryusei shidou and oliver aiku ᯤ tags/cw: all characters are aged up, bit suggestive (shidou you freak), petnames ('sweetheart' in isagi's, 'love' in rin's, 'babe' in shidou's), rin is mean (affectionately), shidou being a freak in the minecraft bedsheets, but also really sweet, hopefully not that ooc, i have a semi-serious, semi-casual relationship with minecraft ᯤ a/n: no reason for this whatsoever no prompt no nothing just take this love child between me and my insomnia *shoves this into your arms and runs away* || divider by @sister-lucifer part 2 [rocket league ver with kuni, reo, karasu, sae]
yoichi isagi:
ᯤ is just kinda average at it. like he truly is just okay at it. ᯤ he’s so competitive though (he would ‘race you to that tree over there’ 😭 but he doesn’t know how to sprint so he always loses to you) ᯤ he likes the little sounds the eyes of ender make when you place them in the end portal frame ᯤ defeats the ender dragon with your help but makes you go ahead of him when exploring the nether ᯤ “hey uh sweetheart? why’s that green thing flashing white and making a noise” ᯤ favourite mob: chickens (they’re funny)
meguru bachira:
ᯤ he l o v e s minecraft so much it’s unbelievable (he was probably one of those kids who grew up playing it) ᯤ he loves trying out different hacks he sees on youtube. he knows that 99 percent of the time they don’t even work, but “there’s a 1 percent chance it will, and i’m feeling lucky today!” ᯤ lets you practice your shooting skills using his avatar as a dummy ᯤ cannot wire redstone for shit ᯤ tries to get the rarest (dumbest) in-game death messages ᯤ baabaabaachira experienced mid-life crisis while being attacked by tropical fish ᯤ favourite mob: cave spiders (they look scary in a cool way)
hyoma chigiri:
ᯤ plays for the mobs. will protect his lovelies with all his heart. ᯤ when he got his first minecraft dog, he built a little kennel made of cherry wood for it, only for it to fall into a pit of lava deep in the caves on day 5 ᯤ he cried for five hours ᯤ once you dyed all his sheep pink and he started to tear up just from looking at them ᯤ “hear me out, okay? i think we should get a pet axolotl.” and it’s legal in japan, so you do! (her name is hyoma jr) ᯤ has a huge minecraft zoo ᯤ favourite mob: parrots (they can sit)
rin itoshi:
ᯤ is mean to you at first. he’ll be like “why do you suck at this” and “i could do that too” ᯤ then he gets his hands on the controller and can’t figure out the controls for half an hour ᯤ “… love?” ᯤ “… yes, rin?” (you, amused) ᯤ “… how do you jump…” ᯤ its subtle charm does grow on him after a while. he plays on creative mode and just explores the server on a horse he named sugarcube ᯤ it’s cute watching him play (you send photos to sae) ᯤ favourite mob: sheep (all they do is eat grass and don’t bother you)
seishiro nagi:
ᯤ i will subvert expectations here and say that nagi doesn’t even play minecraft that much because he doesn’t like it ᯤ “such a hassle to play this game… there isn’t even any storyline you can just do whatever you want… and i don’t want to have to decide what to do” ᯤ he ends up finding a passion for building elaborate traps for you to walk into ᯤ absolute beast at parkour. he performs triple neos to perfection ᯤ if he’s a streamer he plays on twitch for the fans but he complains as he does it ᯤ favourite mob: bees (they’re just cute)
kenyu yukimiya:
ᯤ he doesn’t really play video games so understandably he gets off to a slow start ᯤ but once he gets the hang of things? he’s unstoppable. breezing through achievements like nobody’s business ᯤ he’s really excited about it too like “did you see that?? i just killed a zombie!” ᯤ it’s truly the culmination of 18 years of not touching a single game as a child/teen and now playing a sandbox game ᯤ feeling confident, he starts a hardcore world. (he dies from hunger.) ᯤ he's the kind to look up the most beautiful minecraft seed numbers, key them in meticulously and just take in how amazing they are ᯤ favourite mob: foxes, specifically the orange ones (he loves all things forest biome)
ryusei shidou:
ᯤ we all know he’s a very artistic kind of guy so he’d be geeking out over the textures and which colours would go best with each other ᯤ he doesn’t shower for a day because he’s playing creative (my lil stinky 🫶) ᯤ he builds the most beautiful multi storey houses!! and he’s like “if it were real we could live in there together 🥺“ ᯤ “why is the bedroom huge with like twenty beds…” (you, concerned) ᯤ “oh we’re gonna need space babe. for activities.” ᯤ but he doesn’t stop there; he learns how to make entire cities and landscapes and frankly they are masterpieces - think shovel241 (i freaking LOVE his videos they’re so satisfying) ᯤ favourite mob: endermen (he thinks they look badass)
oliver aiku:
ᯤ meh he’s pretty good ᯤ raged when he first found out fall damage was a thing and again when he discovered hunger and drowning as death messages ᯤ is obsessed with speed runs and parkour for some reason (he’s really bad at both though) ᯤ is the guy who makes “100 MINECRAFT FACTS YOU DIDN’T KNOW” videos with his friends sendo and lorenzo ᯤ you once saw him set up an experiment to see how many blocks a llama can spit and died laughing ᯤ would absolutely kill you in-game just for the fun of it ᯤ favourite mob: cats (especially the black ones)
say hi to hyoma jr. it is not optional.
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Winter Wonderland || F1/F2
type :: fluff
tw/cw :: none
contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, max, ollie, paul, pepe
summary :: decorating your home together for the holiday season with the drivers
xmas celly here! || f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist
Carlos Sainz | 55
Very vintage, and rich looking
It's a true money style of richness, with a big ass tree filled with presents underneath it
There's even ribbons on all the gifts
Why? Because his mom and other family members are so rich and retired that they're fucking bored and added it
Most likely you live with him and he just reuses the same ornaments and stuff from last year
But you don't care, it's so pretty
But!!!! You two get a little custom ornament that's really cute
Probably your anniversary date or smth on it
Charles Leclerc | 16
A nice rich Christmas too, but more sleek and modern-ish
He loved decorating as a kid with his siblings but now that he has his own tree??? Man that's so much work
He'll let you take care of the tree and most of the decor, but he doesn't just sit on his ass
He'll help pick the items, theme, etc
And also help put up the heavy duty stuff, like lights around the house and stuff
But putting each and every flower into the reefs??? Oh noooo he's suddenly so soreeee nooooo
After like 10 ornaments, he's suddenly complaining and saying "my physical therapist told me it's bad to do repetitive motions"
He's a liar but you don't even care, cause he bought everything for you
And he'll give you constant praise in person and online for your decorating skills
Lando Norris | 04
Frat boy party vibes but honestly,,, I fuck with it
Tons of colors, lights, and it's so fun to look at
Loves decorating with you and making it very chaotic
And also very ghetto...
This man doesn't even use staples or tape to hold up the lights on the wall
Why? Because he couldn't find any and didn't wanna go out to get them
So now your lights are being held up by wood glue... or your eyelash glue that he stole... or any random sticky substance...
No he doesn't use old condoms, don't think that
Oscar Piastri | 81
He don't gaf
However YOU want to decorate, he obeys
Whether that's an all pink tree, ugly ahh skinny tree that holds one ornament, or the biggest more extravagant Christmas ever
If his beautiful partner tells him to stfu he stfu, like a good boyfriend
And even better???
He not only pays for any decoration you want, no matter how expensive or stupid it is (he just loves seeing you happy)
But he also helps put up and cleans EVERYTHING
He's up on the roof decorating, cleaning the fireplace just to make it pretty, and even re-arranging the entire living room just for you to have the perfect spot for the tree
Some call him whipped
I call him a real man
Max Verstappen | 01
He also don't gaf
But, not in the Oscar way
He fr doesn't gaf at all
Expect an ugly ass tree, or most likely not even a tree
If you're lucky, you'll get the strip of reef in the pic above
But there's a very high chance that you'll just get a printed photo of a Christmas tree that's hung on the wall
BUT he does love stupid Christmas decor
So things like a funny statue, a creepy elf on the shelf, etc are all very welcomed
Luckily, Max isn't an asshole and will 10000% celebrate however you like at all
He's just gonna follow your lead and do whatever is needed from it... With minimal effort firstly...
Oliver Bearman | 87
Like Max, but really cute and funny
He has the Christmas spirit and loves it very much
One thing he did that's very very cute is that he ordered those big inflatable
But he didn't check the size...
So now you have a 35feet tall Satan in your yard!!! Yay!!!
He's in the Christmas spirit and he got the right idea
Maybe he doesn't have the skill to decorate it,,, but he has the spirit!
Paul Aron | 17
A classy and modern Christmas
Most likely white and a bit of a snow theme going on
Mixed with black too, cause that's his aesthetic ya know
He's very active when it comes to decorating
Always helping you pick what to get, which matches each other, etc
He's also very worried about the measurements, so he always makes sure to take note of the space you have to make sure everything fits
Also helps you put everything up, it's so sweet and domestic
Like: he holds your waist while you stand on the ladder to put the star up
Pepe Marti | 21
I'm mad at him rn cause why is every photo of him so bad
But he's so painfully unaware of the fact that he's tall
The tree only has ornament son the top
All the lights and decorations are put where you can't even see
And he keeps assigning you tasks that you cannot reach
Which he learns to take note of, always laughing at you before saying sorry
The decoration is very warm and homey
Definitely the type to bring over his friends to have dinner all together
His home isn't crazy decorated, but still nice and cozy
Which perfectly matches your relationship's vibes
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How would each RV member treat morning wood?
Irene
You slowly get off the bed. Irene comes out of the bathroom of your hotel room, looking as gorgeous as she always does.
"Hurry please. I'm hungry."
You throw on jeans and a shirt and slip into your shoes.
"I'm ready to go."
"Not like that you are not."
"What is wrong? I took a shower last night, before going to bed."
"That's not the issue. That is."
Irene points at your crotch. The bulge in your jeans is clearly visible.
"What am I supposed to do about that now? You said you're hungry. Just give it a couple of minutes."
She shakes her head.
"I'm not letting you go to breakfast like that."
You watch her take a hairband out of her purse.
Irene talks while she ties her hair in a ponytail.
"Get on the bed and take your pants off."
Seulgi
You open one eye. Then the other. A relaxed, drawn out breath leaves you mouth. Seulgi lies next you, her back facing in your direction. You kiss her naked shoulder. Your cock is hard and still deep inside of her. Exactly where she asked you to put it last night. This is an everyday, or rather every night, occurrence.
"Good morning, babe."
You greet Seulgi with another kiss as her eyes slowly open.
"Morning..."
Her smile warms your heart. You feel her slowly backing up against you, beginning to grind herself against your crotch. Your cock inside of her urges you on to fuck her.
"Give me my morning treat?"
Who could say no to that cute smile?
Wendy
You wake up with a smile. Like every day she stays over, your girlfriend Wendy is already taking care of you, although you have been asleep until now. You feel her head slowly bob up and down on your cock. Her hand gives your base slow strokes.
"Good morning, sunshine."
She greets you with a smile. You pat her head, unable to say anything while you watch Wendy as she keeps going, getting sloppier and faster.
Joy
"Good morning, sweetie."
"Good morning."
You turn your head to give Joy a kiss as you keep making breakfast. She still looks sleepy, but you notice how she admires your broad shoulders and back. You didn't bother putting on a shirt yet and it seems like Joy appreciates you choice.
You feel her hands slowly gliding across your abs, until she finds the hem of your pants. You feel them falling on onto your feet a moment later. Joy reaches forward, still standing behind you, and grabs the olive oil you are using to make breakfast. You watch in silence as she pours a good amount of it into her hand.
Joy wraps her hand around your cock. She kisses your shoulder as she starts to slowly stroke you.
"Thank you for making breakfast."
Yeri
You went to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. As you come back, you see Yeri slowly stirring awake. A smile forms on her lips as your eyes meet. She looks down on you and you can see how her cheeks turn pink.
"You kinda have a situation."
You look down on yourself and notice your hard on.
"Did you dream about me?"
You can tell her teasing is a way for her to hide the fact that she is a little shy, whenever she sees you naked, or in this case half naked with your cock bulging your boxers.
"I did. And I'm hoping it could become reality."
A coy chuckle leaves her lips, but Yeri nods. You walk over to her side of the bed. Once you reach her, you lean down and give her a kiss, before you stand straight again and let your boxers fall to the ground. You see Yeri swallowing hard, before she leans over and gives your tip a kiss. Her eyes look up at you and then she finally wraps her lips around your cock.
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Imagine dating Oliver and Felix but there four years older and they think they know what’s best for you
A/N: I wrote more on the idea
They adore you, you give them purpose every day.
Felix has someone to coddle and Oliver had someone to adore everyday.
Here is all the details on what it would be like.
When your upset:
Felix likes to hold you and shush you and rock you when you’re upset. Holding you close as he reassures you that what you’re feeling is completely normal and that you should let it out.
Oliver on the other hand coos at you, brushing the tears away and pressing kisses to your damp cheeks. He tells you about all the different things he’s done to feel better when he’s extremely sad.
They bundle you up and keep you away from doing any work for the rest of the day. If they catch you trying to do anything during this special time they will carry you off and keep you where they can see you.
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If your in school and stressed:
Felix would definitely become your rock when everything becomes too much to handle, especially during exam season. He shows you different ways to get work done without experiencing burnout.
Oliver would help with whatever you become overwhelmed with from essays to math he’s there to support you. Sometimes you just need a hand to hold other times it’s a hug, whatever it is Oliver doesn’t mind.
The both of them insist on listening to all your written assignments and essays, telling you that they are so proud of you and smart you are.
“You’re such a clever girl darling, we are so proud of you.
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They like to make sure your dressed appropriately for the weather:
“As cute as you look that cropped shirt is not for the winter honey, you’re going to catch a cold” Felix says to you while walking to the closet.
“How about this one?” He holds up a chunky light pink sweater and Oliver who had just walked into the room gasped. “That would look so much better on you darling, you would be a lot warmer” he said.
“We don’t want you catching a nasty cold” he says walking towards you, Felix following right behind him. They helped you get redressed with Oliver taking the offending crop top off and Felix gently putting the sweater on.
“Now that’s much better” Felix said and Oliver pressed a kiss to your cheek and said, “now we can go out!”
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They set up a bedtime routine for you:
Oliver read somewhere that having a routine before bed helps the body relax before sleep. They become very insistent on sticking to the routine, no matter what you’re doing.
Writing an essay for class? You can finish it tomorrow with there help, it’s bath time.
You’re reading a book? The two of them can read to you when you get into bed.
You just don’t want to go to bed? Well that’s too bad, you’re getting carried off by one of them to start the routine.
Sometimes they say certain phrases to you to get you in the mindset that it’s bedtime:
“Let me help you get ready for bed”
“Let me help you wash your hair lovey”
“Let’s get all the make up off your face.”
“I got your pjs all set and ready to go darling”
“Let’s get some socks on your feet, it’s going to be cold tonight”
“It’s time for bed”
They love to tuck you into their sides and press kisses into your skin and watch you fall asleep.
#felix catton x reader x oliver quick#felix catton x oliver quick#felix catton x reader#oliver quick x reader#felix catton#oliver quick#saltburn imagine#saltburn
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Love in Verses (XVII)
Chapter 17 : ‘Dear pine cone, let me hold you as you open’
Hi! Here is new chapter! Some cuteness and bounding between our MC and Andrew…
I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!
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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)
Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so minors here
Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?
Word Count: 3483
Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist
It was early
It was early, which has always been my hour to begin looking at the world
and of course, even in the darkness, to begin listening to it,
especially under the pines where the owl lives and sometimes calls out
as I walk by, as he did on this morning. So many gifts!
What do they mean? In the marshes where the pink light was just arriving
the mink with his bristle tail was stalking the soft-eared mice,
and in the pines the cones were heavy, each one ordained to open.
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
Little mink, let me watch you. Little mice, run and run. Dear pine cone, let me hold you as you open.
Mary Oliver, Evidence, 2009
The rain made a reassuring rhythm as it fell on rooftops and windowpanes. It was kind of perfect for today’s ventures through bookstores with Andrew. You both had books to buy, had decided to go together. Of course, you had two titles in mind, and had already five books in your arms. As per usual.
By your side, Andrew was softly humming. A habit of his, you had discovered. One that came through when he was fully relaxed and happy, a sign of contentment. Today’s tune was fitting the moody weather and the warmth of bookshops. Autumn in New York…
“Andy… I need your professional expertise.”
He looked up at you, glasses perched on his nose, hair tied back but loose curls still fell around his face, a couple of them hiding his right eye and the freckle above it. He looked welcoming, warm, like a blanket and hot cocoa in winter, like the cracking of fire in the hearth of a safe home.
“Devotion, Mary Oliver?” you asked, holding up the book in your hand.
He grinned.
“A must-read, obviously. Breathtaking. I have a copy though, if you want to borrow it. It’s a good selection of her poetry.”
“Would you say I will want to go back to it constantly after I’ve read it?”
“I do go back to it often,” he conceded, and you heaved a sigh.
You placed it on the pile of books that was slowly but surely growing in your arms.
“You have a terrible influence on me,” you sighed, making him roll his eyes.
“I’m merely answering your question.”
“My bank account hates you and your reliable recommendations, just so you know.”
“I’ve finished The Song of Achilles, by the way,” Andrew mentioned it as if it was but a detail, but you noticed the smile he was trying to refrain.
“And?”
“It was… good.”
You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, making him laugh.
“Alright, alright… I liked it a lot, actually.”
“How much did you cry?”
“What makes you think I cried at all?”
“Huh… because you have a beating heart, obviously?”
You saw the glimmer in his eyes, the tug of a cheeky smile on his lips that he tried to hide. You knew he was going to make a stupid joke, and that you would fall for it and laugh.
“How do you know I have one?”
“You’re alive,” you answered, playing along as you narrowed your eyes.
“So you think! I am actually un-dead. You foolish mortals should quake in fear before me.”
“How do you hide the smell of decomposition so well, then?” you asked back, and you noticed the way he was surprised by your answer, the absolute thrill he had because you were yielding into his dark humour.
“Perfume. Like the French.”
“You know it’s a myth.”
“Is it?”
“No idea.”
“I learned from the best, in the 1600s, when it grew out of fashion to stink.”
“So, what are you? A zombie?”
“No, I’m not! I’m not a brainwashed decomposing corps, how dare you?”
“Because you think you’re a vampire?”
“I would be a grand vampire!”
“Definitely a tall one, for sure.”
He narrowed his eyes at you, struggling so hard not to laugh you knew he had stopped breathing.
“Careful, mortal.”
“What are you gonna do? Sink your teeth in my jugular? Well, go ahead!”
You offered your neck to him, were surprised when his smile faltered and he fiercely blushed while staring at the skin you were now exposing.
“Besides, I’m sure I would get rid of you easily,” you teased again, replacing your scarf as it was before, and Andrew seemed to be breathing once more.
“You seem to doubt my vampiric powers to an annoying degree,” he went on again, following you as you walked further down the poetry section, before you’d stop again to look at another shelf of the same aisle.
“Hmm… maybe you are a vampire, indeed,” you pouted, acting like pondering a question. “I bet your white arse does get burned at the smallest ray of sunshine.”
Andrew couldn’t refrain his laughter anymore, it came out in a loud wave, the sound alone making you grin.
“Right, that’s right,” he nodded, doubling with laughter.
“Crispy bacon, I bet.”
His laughter came back renewed in a new wave. It lit up the entire shop, even the world beyond it.
“I cook in the sun,” he nodded, trying to calm down although his words still came out distorted by the lack of air in his lungs. “I become edible, at one point.”
You laughed too, bright and happy, the way you felt with Andy that rainy afternoon.
You didn’t have a care in the world in that moment. Basking in your shared laughter over some silly jokes, in a bookshop you loved, spending all the money you could have saved for later in life, but who cared about later? There was Andy laughing, the pile of books under his arm, the light reflected on his glasses, the pitter patter of the rain. Wasn’t that enough to fill up a world? An entire life?
You were so glad he was your friend now…
“You didn’t answer. How much did you cry?” you asked again, picking up a book, but placing it back on the bookshelf almost immediately, not liking how it looked.
“Quite a lot,” he finally admitted.
“Told you, you would. What did you think?”
He heaved a sigh, and you knew what was coming. You knew he was about to babble away for ten minutes and analyse everything in depth and question the changes made compared to the Iliad, and be too clever for his own good… He was an academic, after all.
He did exactly as you had predicted, you smiled the entire time, discussing some points with him, giving your opinion which he listened to attentively, bouncing back on your arguments to carry the conversation further. And you loved it. Every second of it. Being challenged that way about a book you had loved made your brain buzz in the best way.
You heaved a dreamy sigh, turning towards the shelves filled to the brim with books to buy.
“Oh, but can you imagine though? What it must feel like to have someone loving you that much?”
You ran your fingers across the spines of books before you, read a few titles; it was like touching dreams.
“Do you imagine what it must feel like to write about love that way? To love someone so much you write about them? To have someone writing about you?”
You smiled, a soft gesture as you let your hand fall back by your side.
“What else could we write about, though?”
You turned to Andrew, surprised by his sudden silence, and found him staring at you with an unreadable expression, you weren’t sure whether he was sad or simply deep in thoughts. You noted the red on his cheeks, though.
He seemed to hesitate, his lips parting, and then closing again.
“Like that could happen to us,” you laughed at your own silly thoughts. “Right… I’m done, I can’t allow myself to buy more books! Are you ready? Or do you require more snooping around?”
A smile was back on his lips, although Andrew still seemed a little shaken, you didn’t know why. He nodded anyway, looking down at the five books he was holding.
“I’m all good. Erm… I’m gonna order one, they didn’t have it. I’ll be quick.”
You nodded, let Andrew ask for the book he wanted, while you watched the rain fall outside, the lines it drew on the windowpane, the silhouettes hurrying back and forth in the street.
You didn’t hear Andrew joining you again, you jumped as he spoke.
“Ready?”
You had a new conversation going while you waited to pay for the books; and when it was time to walk out of the bookshop and part for the day, you didn’t want to. It was still early, you had no place to be on that Saturday afternoon. You wanted to finish this conversation with Andrew, you wanted to listen to his deep voice a little longer, let his calmness soothe you…
He looked into the street before you, holding the door open for you, but you remained motionless by his side. The rain was heavier now. It was so cold outside, you wondered if snowflakes weren’t hiding in the droplets.
“Want to get a coffee?” Andrew asked after a short silence.
You looked up at him, exchanged a glance. You read the same eagerness to stay in his eyes. You grinned.
“Yeah, I’d love that.”
You were laughing at Andrew as you ran to the coffeeshop set right across the street when he slipped, almost falling, and cursing loudly at the clumsiness of his tall limbs. The rain was so cold over your face, you savoured the feeling the same way you enjoyed Andrew’s hand on your back when he told you to hurry inside.
“Wow… your standards for that date are… very high,” Andrew declared, pushing his rebel strands of hair behind his ear.
He cursed in a sigh, mumbling something about his hair tie not ‘doing anything’, and he pulled on it to free his hair. He shook his head to let his curls free; you tried hard not to stare, failed miserably…
“You asked for like… the dream date. The absolute dream. I’ve given you the absolute dream. The unreachable standard.”
“So… a movie in a field or clearing, a picknick, at night, and with lights hanging from trees.”
“Yes.”
“That’s insane.”
“You asked for the dream! That would be so fucking romantic!”
“It’s not even feasible, on a purely logistical point. How do you watch a movie in the woods? On a laptop?”
“No! I want it like… projected on a screen, like in cinema.”
“You want to go to an outdoor screening…”
“No! I want to be alone with the guy!”
“That’s impossible.”
“Projectors do exist, you know!”
“How do you create that set up where there is no one…?”
“I’ve never said I will ever get that! That it will happen! I’ve just said… that if anything could happen… I would like a date where we would be just together, in the middle of nowhere, watching a movie we both like and eating good food in a magical setting. Or it doesn’t have to be in the middle of nowhere, it can be… like… in a garden!”
“In this economy? Who owns a garden? Are you a millionaire?”
You rolled your eyes at him. Bantering with Andrew was such a nice sport…
“Why not just… go to a cinema?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
Black, no sugar nor milk. Always the same order. Predictable guy…
“You can’t talk in a cinema. But you’re supposed to get to know the other person during a first date.”
“A restaurant then? You’ll go to the cinema for a second date.”
“Restaurants are okay,” you conceded. “And again, you asked for the dream. The one that is not achievable. That no man would ever do.”
“Because it’s not logistically possible.”
“Because no man would go to such length for someone else.”
Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the sudden pessimism in your voice. The mood shifted a little, from casually playful to something more serious, even a little sad.
You kind of hated your own thoughts, hated your weakness that made you unable to hold back the rest of your words, but they spilled out anyway.
“Especially not for me.”
Andrew’s expression changed from surprised to a deep frown. He opened his mouth to argue, but you interrupted him before he had as much as a chance to say a word.
“Never mind that. Anyway… let’s talk about something else. It’s your turn to answer a question!”
You narrowed your eyes, mischief back on your features, and if Andrew didn’t seem fully convinced by your sudden change of subject, he yielded anyway.
“Alright, I’m all ears.”
“I can ask you whatever I want?”
“Sure… I might not answer though.”
You looked for something that would make him blush for sure, just to tease…
“Weirdest place where you’ve had sex?”
Andrew broke into laughter, clearly uncomfortable now, and blushing like a tomato all the way up to the tips of his ears. He nervously ran his fingers through his hair. And yet, when he looked at you again, there was something wicked in his gaze, something beyond playful.
“That… is a very personal question to ask a lad.”
“You’re the one who started asking about my dating preferences.”
“Dating and having sex are quite… different. One is much more tamed.”
“Only if the date isn’t that good.”
He smiled, his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek. You knew he liked that, the challenge of talking to someone witty.
“Fair enough,” he nodded, still staring at you, his voice lower and deeper than usual.
Your stomach clenched, you felt warmth spread across your entire frame under the combination of his stare and his suave ton.
He knew how to be a dangerous flirt, alright…
“I’m afraid I’ll be a little disappointing though. I haven’t had crazy experiences,” he admitted. “I guess… I don’t know… a car?”
“A classic!”
“It wasn’t very nice, to be fair…”
“Really?”
He winced, taking a deep breath.
“Very long limbs in a secluded space is all I’m gonna say about it.”
You chocked on your coffee, laughing so hard your belly was soon painful. And Andrew was laughing as well.
“Oh, no! The woods! That’s weirder!” he changed his answer, looking at the ceiling as he seemed to look through his memories. “Yeah, the woods, actually.”
“Risky business. I bet you’ve traumatised an entire family of badgers.”
“Several of them, definitely!” he chuckled, drinking and taking a bite of his cheesecake.
“Alright, next question!” you eagerly asked, making Andrew smile.
“Erm… like… erm… If you could go anywhere in the world now… Like… you’re just, transported like that,” he explained, snapping his fingers for good measure, “where would you like to go, and why?”
“Oh… It would have to be a place far away if I can teleport there and not suffer through twenty hours of flying… erm… Probably Australia or something like that. Or New-Zealand! Oh yeah… going full on hardcore Lord of the Rings fan in New-Zealand, that would be nice.”
“You’d make a very good elf,” he chuckled, but you shook your head.
“Oh, I want to be a hobbit! Quiet, eating a lot of good food, reading books, complaining about people all day long, like… with your busiest time of the day being going for a walk through the nearby fields. Yeah, I want that life.”
Andrew’s gaze softened.
“That sounds nice, indeed.”
You looked for a question to ask him while munching on your cupcake.
“Where would you like to live? Like… if you had an unlimited amount of money, and you could just… buy any house, anywhere in the world… where would you like to live?”
Andrew hummed as he was thinking of an answer, looking by the window at the rain that was still falling and showing no sign of stopping. In the coffeeshop, Mumford and Sons were playing, you hummed along the tune while you waited for Andrew’s answer.
He heaved a sigh.
“I’m… so boring,” he admitted with a smile. “But I… I would really like to live in Wicklow. Like… in the countryside, in a very small town, and to have… like… some land and a huge garden. Some old house where you can feel the weight of time and of people who have lived there before, but… I mean, modernised, cause… comfort, you know?” he joked, looking at you again. “But yeah, I… I would really like to live in a quiet house, a place with a soul. And I want a garden. I… I would really like to keep bees, one day.”
“Bees?”
“Yeah… they’re my favourite insects, even animals to be fair. They’re so… interesting and quite cute. And I just… Can you imagine? Taking care of your bees, and making your own honey? I would really like that. I would really like that a lot. Nothing extravagant, nothing unreachable just… a house with a garden, and a couple of hives. Besides, Elwood would need a garden. I’m lucky, my parents live in the countryside. I… I think I’d like to live quite close to them, actually. When I was a child, we settled in Wicklow, and it was so nice. I loved growing up there. We didn’t have a farm but we were outside any big city. And it was just so nice. I’d like that.”
You felt your heart grow warm at his words. Something so simple he wanted. Bees and a garden, some place for Elwood to run…
“You are aware it would cost you your liver to have a cubicle in the middle of a field, right?” you asked, trying to think about something else than the way your heart was making happy jumps now.
He rolled his eyes.
“You said that I didn’t have to think about the money. With unlimited budget.”
You nodded, checked the time.
It was starting to be late, your coffee was almost empty and you had finished your cake. Time to go home.
Instead, you looked up at Andrew, noticed how long his eyelashes were as he looked down into his cup of coffee. Your request passed your lips before you could think the words you were speaking.
“Ask me something else.”
A week later, Andrew was back in the bookshop, although, he was on his own this time. The book he had ordered had been delivered, he was coming to pick it up. He wouldn’t buy anything else, just what he needed. He had already bought too many books with you, the previous week, learning that you could not be trusted either in a bookshop. He wasn’t surprised. A fond smile spread on his lips at the thought.
He was about to go pay for the book when something caught his eye. A name he recognised and that made him immediately think of you.
Dante Aleghieri
He walked over to the table where a few books were displayed, including this nice copy of the Divine Comedy. He picked it up, turned the book into his hands, weighted it as he hesitated. He hadn’t read that book since his college days, several years ago. At the time, he wasn’t interested in that story, and he reckoned he was too young to understand it. He had studied later on the bits and pieces that Seamus Heaney himself had translated, but that was all.
You loved Inferno though. You had found something in it. He wanted to find out what it was. Besides, it made him think of you…
He heaved a sigh, walked to pay for both books, carried them home.
That evening, he picked up Dante instead of finishing the novel he was currently reading. He checked on Elwood, who was softly snoring in the corner of the living room, before heading to bed himself. He readjusted his glasses on his nose before slipping under the covers, turning off his phone so he wouldn’t be interrupted or distracted, and he started reading.
He was drawn into the story now, more so than he remembered being the first time around. Of course, it was a book written over seven hundred years ago, with such Christian outdated thoughts that some pieces were lost to us. And yet, there was something haunting in its imagery, something touching in the pain inflicted. He made a mental note to research more about the political context that was debated in the book, he didn’t remember the story being so heavily driven by Dante’s political views, but it was. It was mostly political, mostly Christian too. He kept on reading through Canto I and II, until he had to stop, his breathing caught in his throat, his eyes clouded with tears as he reached Canto III.
Through me you enter into the city of woes,
Through me you enter into eternal pain,
Through me you enter the population of loss.
The words carved above the entrance of hell made him put down the book, stare up at the ceiling. It was silly, that wasn’t what the words meant in the context of the book, and yet… there was so much loss in his life at the moment…
Through me you enter the population of loss.
The words played through his head again and again. What a beautiful way to describe grief…
He let out a breathy chuckle, blinking his tears away and smiling instead.
He should never doubt you. You seemed to always be right…
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not at all — hueningkai x chubby!fem!reader. NSFW/MDNI!
cw. first date, chubby!reader, mention of eating and drinking, reader's a bit tipsy, pet names (cutie, pretty i think), tummy love obvi, nipple play obvi, marking, biting, tiddy fuck <3, oral (m. receiving), jiggle, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship? notes. this is self indulgent AF!!! reposted from me my old acct, didn't rly edit, smut under cut. wc. 2.2K
“Kai!” You smile when you open the door, greeted by the cutest Kai you’ve ever seen, all dressed up, holding a bouquet of pink peonies, smelling of cologne. It’s only the second time you’ve seen him, but you didn’t think he could get any cuter after meeting him at the bookstore the other day—cute nose in a book, wavy hair falling over his eyes, biting his lip in concentration.
You’d caught him off guard approaching him, recommending another book based on what he was reading and ended up chatting for a while.
“Just let me know if you need any other book recommendations once you finish that one.”
“Okay, will do.” He smiled softly, nodding awkwardly.
“I’m gonna go now…so just let me know, yeah?” Pressing his lips together, he nodded again. “Are you here a lot?”
“No, I’m not here too often,” he said, scratching the back of his head.
“I’m trying to get you to ask me for my number.”
“Oh! Right, right…phone numbers—ha.”
You simply look stunning. Your gorgeous dress hugs you in all the right places, accentuating your chest perfectly. It’s a totally different look from the sweater and jeans you were wearing the other day. So seeing your chest like this gives him heart eyes. He’s just absolutely, positively giddy looking at you. It’s difficult for him to even say, “For you,” while he hands you the flowers.
“Oh, wow, thank you. How’d you know these were my favorite?” You giggle, letting him in your apartment, but he doesn’t go past the front entryway. He simply watches in awe while you find a vase, rambling a bit to him, not even noticing him shyly standing across the room. “Come over here, silly. Make yourself at home,” you say.
Nodding, he slowly makes his way closer to you, but he does make a point to look over your apartment—noticing little details about you. The quirky gallery wall above your couch, the fancy olive oils near your stovetop, that book you bought from that bookstore where you met resting on your coffee table. “You’re so cute,” you say, his ears turning red hot. “Just come over and have a seat.” You motion to the bar stool behind the kitchen counter.
Remembering this is a date and he can flirt with you a bit, he says, “You look really pretty.” It might not have been the cheekiest of flirting, but it’s still flirting.
“Thank you,” you smile. “You look really pretty tonight too.” And he really does—he’s so, so pretty, almost ethereal, like there’s a glow around him. “So, whatcha got planned for us this evening?” You ask, leaning over the counter, sparkly eyes blinking up at him, tits peeking out over the neckline of your dress. He tries—really, he does—maintaining eye contact, but you’re so, so pretty too, he can’t look at your eyes either.
So he opts for checking his watch before saying, “I’ve got reservations for us in about a half hour. We should probably get going actually.”
“Oh, okay! Sure,” you smile, grabbing your bag and heading out the front door.
It’s such a cute, cozy place. All the walls and decor are so warm, it’d make anyone want to cuddle, but for touchy-feely people like the two of you, you’re already all cuddled into each other.
The two of you clicked as soon as you sat down. You haven’t stopped giggling, touching his arm, you’ve caught him glancing down at your lips more than a few times. And he just can’t get enough of you. You are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He truly believes that.
After dinner and a few glasses of wine later, you ask him—with your best please eyes—to walk you back home. And it’s a good thing too, because he was planning to anyway.
Both of your arms wrapped around one of his, he drags you back to your apartment, having the best time walking down a quiet sidewalk together. You look up at him, his strong nose undeniably noticeable, his pink, plush lips curling into a smile while he laughs with you.
Oh, how you wanted him. He was simply adorable in the way he joked with you, held the door open for you, and reached for the bill. The whole evening, he was dipped in sugar. And he seemed like this big, tall teddy bear waiting to be devoured by you.
“You wanna come up for another drink?” You asked, silently begging him with your pretty eyes, long eyelashes batting up at him. You weren’t sure where he was with everything, to be honest. You’d never know what he was thinking about you.
But oh, how he wanted you. It was torture sitting next you, but he’d never let you know that. The way your tits were pushed up by your dress, spilling over the top as you leaned closer and closer to him, how he could see the indent of your belly button under the silky fabric, your thighs spread across the booth. You looked…delicious. He couldn’t wait to get you out of that dress, writhing underneath him while he kissed and bit your tummy for a minimum of ten minutes before flicking his tongue over your clit and oh, you legs wrapped around his head, he had to stop himself before it was too noticeable.
Following you inside, you start pouring some more wine for the two of you, soon joining him on the couch. And it’s more of the same—laughing, giggling, joking, just having fun in each other’s company. It feels so good and natural being together. Soon enough, you’re not sure if it’s the wine or what, but something comes over you.
He’s way too polite to initiate anything on a first date, but you? You need him, but you don’t want to come on too strong. The wine isn’t helping though.
Your hand grazes his thigh and he swears his heartbeat is in his throat. “You look so pretty right now,” you whisper. He swallows, lips parting. “Just…” you trail off, taking a sip of the tarte, red wine, lips stained by now. “The way this candle flickers across your skin…you just look…wow.”
“Thank you,” he chokes out. Is he even getting the hint?
“You’re honestly probably the prettiest guy I’ve seen,” you say, setting your glass on the coffee table. “This nose is gorgeous.” You lightly drag the tip of your pinky down his bridge, punctuating it with a cute boop to the tip of his nose. “And your eyes…ah, so pretty.” You drag the pad of your thumb across his eyelashes as his eyes flutter shut. “And don’t even get me started on those lips.” You rest back against the couch, smirking at him.
“No, no, go ahead,” he says, the slightest hint of a giggle in his voice. “What about my lips?”
Ah, he’s got the hint now. “Just how kissable they look. And…” you start, leaning closer to him, hand inching higher and higher on his thigh, faces close enough to feel each other’s breath on your lips. “I want them all over me.”
Catching your lips with his, he carefully sets the wine glass down before squeezing your thigh, earning a nice groan from you. Pushing off his jacket, he slips his arms out of the sleeves, reaching for your waist, guiding you to straddle his lap. He’s surprisingly good at this based on his shy, cute demeanor throughout the rest of the evening. Legs falling over his, he cranes his neck to reach your lips before trailing down your neck, hands all over your hips.
“Fuck…” you sigh, hands tangling into his hair. Already burying his face in your cleavage to kiss even more of your skin, both of your breathing starting to get heavy. “My, uh…my bedroom’s down that hallway,” you say and he got the hint immediately.
Hoisting you up with a grunt, thick legs wrapped around his waist, your lips part only briefly as he finds the door knob. Dropping you to your bed, you desperately unbutton his shirt before sliding it off him. He pushes your dress up past your waist, letting out a groan of relief at the sight of your tummy and how gorgeous it is. One hand on your waist, the other on your tit, he simply attacks it with kisses, sucks, and bites.
You’re not really sure what he’s doing—no one’s ever done this with you before. He doesn’t stop showing your tummy love while his hips grind into the mattress. He must really love tummies. The idea of him pining after your belly all night fills you with butterflies.
Turning away from him, he whines and pouts at the loss of your beauty, but you say, “I just want this dress off me.” Nodding, he finds the zipper, quickly pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor to get back to your tummy as soon as possible. It doesn’t last long, though, because once he squeezes your bare tit for the first time, his eyes widen before he makes his way back up to your chest, squishing them together to bury his face into.
Finally flicking his tongue over your nipple, you moan so sexily, grinding your hips against him. Pushing him off you, you find a moment to flip him on his back, reaching for his pants button, slipping them off quickly.
It’s your turn to shower his body with kisses and love, starting with a sweet, gentle kiss to his nose, making your way down his chest, licking over his nipples briefly, spending a good amount of time on his tummy, then his glorious thighs. And the beauty that is his cock—pinker than the rest of him and leaking wonderfully.
Holding him gently, your mouth drops open, but you look up at him through your eyelashes for permission and he nods, eyebrows stitched together. Sinking your lips around his cock, you drag your lips down so slowly, making him whine, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. One thing about him is…it doesn’t take much for him. Doesn’t take much before he starts begging…begging to fuck you.
“Be patient, cutie.” And suddenly, you remember, this guy loves tummies and tits—you wrap your tits around his cock, bouncing them up and down and his brain short circuits. The sight of you like this—
“Holy fuck—” he gasps, head falling back against the pillow, rolling his hips between your cleavage. His dominant side seems to have completely vanished under everything you’re doing to him, which you love. Fingers fumbling as they try to wrap around your hair, breath rattling as your name leaves his mouth, toes curling.
Releasing, you straddle his waist, his big hands squeezing your hips as you reach underneath yourself for his cock, rubbing it up and down your folds.
He’s so tantalizing, it doesn’t take long to give into him, sinking down on him completely, his eyes slamming shut at the feeling of you. His hands are all over you. Squeezing your bouncing tits, pinching your waist, squishing your soft ass, holding your hips for stability.
And goddamn does he feel good, reaching the deepest parts of you, giving you butterflies with the way he looks up at you, squeezing you in all the right places.
“Oh my god,” you breathe. “You’re so…your cock feels…you—”
“I hope the ends of these sentences are good,” he chuckles. You simply don’t know what to do with yourself as you try grounding yourself by grabbing a tit, then running your hands through your hair, anything, but you can only nod before you find the strength to respond.
“Yes, yes,” you pant. “You feel so, so, so good. Holy fucking shit.”
Fucking up into you, he’s desperately chasing his orgasm, cock sliding in and out of your pussy so deliciously. His breath is erratic as his head drops against his pillow, knots in his stomach tightening with each bounce, fiercely gripping your waist, orgasm quickly approaching. Your whines, the way you’re bouncing over him, the sight of your tits jiggling furiously sends him over the edge.
And “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Everything about you. His legs involuntarily lift off the bed, muscles trembling as he cums inside you, the feeling washing over you as you’re chasing your own orgasm.
But it doesn’t take long—one of his thumbs circling over your clit and the other over your nipple is more than enough to send you over the edge. You’re a whimpering mess, fucking yourself on his overstimulated cock, mouth dropping open, obscene sounds spilling out. Falling forward, your tits rub up against his chest as you ride it out.
You don’t really do much—just lay on top of him while you two catch your breath, his fingertips dragging across your back until his cock slips out of you on its own.
He finally breaks the silence, “Wow, that was…”
“Yeah, that was great,” you hold your head up to look down at him with a smirk, pecking his nose. “I like you.”
“Ah, stop…” he giggles. “I like you too.” You sit up, running your fingers through your hair and his hands find themselves in the pinch of your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, but he chuckles and says, “Oh my gosh, look.” You look down and three beautiful hickeys had already bloomed on your belly. He looks a bit embarrassed and admits, “Yeah, I kinda have a thing for tummies.”
“Oh yeah? I couldn’t tell,” you sarcastically, rolling your eyes playfully.
“Is that weird?”
You press gentle kisses to his jaw as you shake your head and say “Not at all, cutie.”
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꩜ⴰ ࣪˖ BIG BAD COP, CUTE LITTLE BUNNY
oliver aiku x fem!reader — slight nsfw. oneshot.
big bad cop goes to the club in search for a little plaything. too bad his target was slightly off the mark.
warnings ! mdni ! mild sexual content — sub!oliver aiku, femdom!reader, teasing, neck kissing, very slight dirty talking. slight sexism on aiku's part, but it's okay, we're gonna put him in his place !!
note — target locked on oliver aiku. i've been writing more nsfw stuff because i'm on my period lol. also, let me know if you guys want a part 2!
He’s not completely sure how this happened. One second, he was waltzing inside the club—flashing and circling lights catching his heterochromatic irises every few seconds, loud music blasting into his ears, and bodies grinding against each other—he’s drinking and rizzing up some random pretty girl, and the next he’s got a hand squeezing his neck.
It was halloween. Naturally, it was easy to find just any random hot woman around him—one that would be worthwhile to be around for the night. Although he admits that he hasn’t done anything past the few kisses here and there, and sure, maybe he’s exaggerated many of his little “escapades” to his friends, Oliver would say that he’s still got experience.
How hard could it be? It’s all in the mindset, really, and most of the time, he’s just not really up for the super sexual stuff. Girls were easy to fool, but they were difficult to get rid of. They fall too easily and latch their nails on tight, he thinks to himself. It’s better to just play around, albeit more safely.
And so, when he spots a girl out sitting at the very corner of the room, the corners of his lips twitch.
Bingo.
You were wearing a little white dress with pink flowers designing the fabric. Your bunny ear headband flopped cutely against the side of your head each time you moved to look around quietly. You were dressed like a bunny and you looked like the cutest one out there with your adorable eyes and seemingly quiet personality sticking out against the loudness of the setting.
Oh, but where and when did it become different?
Was it when he approached you and you looked up at him from where you were seated? Was it when he whispered into your ear about how pretty you were? Was it when you grinned with a sort of twinkle in your eye that got him questioning himself?
Or was it just you?
“You seem like a pretty confident person, Mr. Aiku.” You smile up at him, cheeks bunching and the corners of your eyes crinkling.
“Oliver’s just fine, sweetheart,” He returns your smile, though his appears more suave. He’s got it down to a tee. He’s been doing this for ages and girls always fall at his feet whenever he gives his million-dollar smiles. “And yes, though I’m far from perfect, I would still say that I am.”
It was good to sound humble. Girls didn’t like guys who were full of themselves.
“Hm? Are you sure?” You tilt your head innocently, almost sounding teasing to his ears. “Are you sure about me, then?”
“About you?” He’s confused by the strangely straightforward question, but he takes a sip of the alcohol in his hand to hide it. “Of course.”
He sets his cup down onto the counter and slowly brings his hand up to caress your bunny ear headband. Easy does it—slow and steady. He pinches the fluffy fabric between his fingers and leans in slightly, staring into your eyes as he grins, “You look like a good girl. A cute little bunny.”
You laugh at his words and he’s thrown off by the response.
Was it too much? But no, lines like that always worked on girls who looked like you. Girls who were quiet, dressed in frilly girly clothing, and looked like they were dragged into such a raunchy club like this by their friends to give them more ‘experience.’ Shouldn’t your round cheeks be red like a strawberry right now?
Where did it go differently?
He blinked owlishly when you gingerly place a hand on his right thigh, pressing against the black slacks of his police uniform slash costume and simultaneously against his skin when you whisper into his ear. You were leaning over a little and as he glances momentarily over your shoulder, he sees a fluffy circular tail pinned above where your ass was. A shiver runs across spine and he still hasn’t let go of your bunny ears.
“Didn’t you know that it’s rude to assume? And…” You chuckle into his ear, your voice dipping slightly deeper to an almost sensual-like quality. “... that it’s also rude to look so openly?
His eyes widen, snapping to yours immediately in bewilderment. His hand drops to his sides.
Oh— oh. You saw that.
Truly, he was asking the wrong type of question here. Because it did not matter where or when it went differently, because it was more correct to focus on the ‘who?’
And it was you.
Slowly, he feels your hand moving up from his thigh, brushing lightly against his clothed stomach, then to his chest, before it reaches up even further to encircle around his neck. You squeeze once. His eyes remain wide and he gulps, looking up at you when you move to stand in front of him.
What…
At this point, he wasn’t really sure what to expect anymore.
You thumb his neck, lightly caressing his throat. You move your thumb down, inserting it between the space of his dark blue collar to touch his collar bone. You feel him shiver once more, so you grin.
“Too much?” You tilt your head in question, voice with a teasing lilt.
He jolts in surprise, shaking his head in response. His throat had already gone dry, and he honestly wasn’t sure about what to say or do next. This hasn’t exactly happened before and he hadn’t calculated the possibility of this happening to him.
By now, you’ve both ignored the people surrounding you along with the blinding lights and the booming music that envelops the entire vicinity. But it was fine; nobody really cared. You were aware enough from the frequent visits with your friends that nobody gave a flying fuck about the next two strangers shoving their tongues down each other’s throats for everyone to see.
He was wrong about you at that part too. You weren’t a good girl and you most likely weren’t dragged here.
“Do you want to continue?”
His brain has short-circuited by now, but you guess it’s working enough for him to nod, albeit a little shakily.
“I need you to speak up for me.” You pout. “I only take a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’”
“Y-Yes…”
“Good boy.” You coo and he feels his cheeks and ears instantly flush. He’s never had any woman say that to him before nor speak in such a manner, and especially not in a cute little innocent-looking bunny costume.
He breathes in deeply when you swing your legs over his thighs, sitting down on his lap with your arms slung over his shoulders.
“Have you ever kissed someone, darling?” You breathe out the question against his ear and he shivers at the sudden warm air tickling his skin.
“O-Of course, I have.” His answer comes out a little defensively and you giggle in amusement at the tone.
“Just making sure because I don’t want to be the one to take a good boy’s first kiss away from them.” You tell him sweetly before pressing your lips against his neck.
You press your lips all over the expanse of his neck; one, two, three times, even more, and he can’t count anymore when his brain melts at the repeated sensation hitting him in one of the best parts and spreading across his body like wildfire. He feels your lips part as your tongue rolls out to brush against his skin and he grunts at the sudden sensation, his hands moving up to hold your waist, clammy fingers digging slightly hard. But when you part your lips even more to pull his skin between your teeth, a sudden groan escapes his lips.
“Oh?” You giggle against his neck. “You like that, huh? You like it when a cute wittle bunny girl bites you and puts you in your place, don’t you? What a naughty boy.”
Fuck. Where is this even going? He’s never had a girl talk and do things to him like this before. Usually it was the other way around—him playing with the girl like a little toy for him to control. But the thing is, it never went way beyond the little makeout sessions and the cheeky touches on clothing-clad skin.
“I’m a ‘good girl,’ right? A cute little bunny, hm?” You hum, sucking on his neck momentarily, hearing him release another quiet groan before pulling away. “Well, here’s my observation. You’re a big bad cop and you came here to look for an adorable girl to fuck with and add to your ‘collections.’ But here’s the thing, baby: appearances can only tell you so much.”
You pout as you scold him mockingly. You grasp his face firmly, cheeks squishing a little between your hold as you force his heterochromatic gaze to focus on yours.
He tries to ignore the way the term ‘baby’ makes his heart flutter. Like seriously, what was he? A budding high school kid in the middle of a raging puberty?
“Oh, looks like (First Name) has found another one.” Oliver hears someone say at the corner of his ear amidst all of the music. He turns his gaze to the girls standing a few feet away from right behind you to see that they were grinning right at your back. Their gaze turns to him and he gulps when your—he guessed—friends send him a thumbs up, two of them mouthing a ‘good luck.’
Another one? He furrows his brows, the words somehow causing his stomach to drop slightly. Was this how the girls he was with felt? He never truly considered it, too caught up with always being in the position of power.
You turn your head curiously a little to gaze at what he was looking at. You wave at them enthusiastically for a second before turning back to look at him, his cheeks still squished between your fingers and unshaved chin pressing against your palm. It was as if they weren’t even there in the first place.
You release your hold on his face to pat his cheek. “Now, where was I? Oh, yes. I was having fun playing with you.”
You reach behind him to run the sharp nail of your middle and index finger against his clothed back and he automatically sits up straighter at the ticklish feeling. “You act all sauve, all dominant, but you don’t seem like you’ve got a lot of experience, do you? I can tell.”
“Here’s what I think,” You pretend to think for a second, looking up at the ceiling before snapping your gaze back to him with a wolfish grin. It really looked out of place from your little bunny costume. “I think that it’s all just a front to mask your fragile ego. But it’s okay, pretty boy, I got you. You don’t need to play pretend with me.”
All of your words combined with your sensual touches has got his mind jumbled up and in a frenzy. You were more intoxicating than the cocktail he was sipping previously, and likely the only thing that could ever make him drunk like this.
All he could muster was a small pathetic, “Okay…”
You reach up to grasp the back of his hair, tugging on it lightly causing him to gasp. “Address me properly.”
Huh? He blinks, frantically wracking his brain for the right title amidst the slight searing pain erupting around the back of his head due to your firm hold.
“M-Miss?” He tries unsurely.
You unclench your hand and pat his cheek again condescendingly. “Good job! You got it on the first try. You will address me as such for the duration of this night, m’kay?”
For the duration of this night. This night and this night only. His heart clenches a little and his stomach knots underneath his skin. Of course it wasn’t going to go way beyond that point, and really, who was he to complain? He’s done the same thing to multiple other girls in the past. Maybe this was some sort of karma or something.
Nevertheless, he answers. “Okay, Miss.”
He was going to be in for a long ride.
#blue lock fanfiction#blue lock x reader#blue lock x y/n#blue lock x you#blue lock oneshots#blue lock#blue lock x female reader#oliver aiku x reader#oliver aiku x you#blue lock oliver#oliver aiku#aiku oliver#sub!oliver aiku#dom!reader#sub!character
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WAXING THE BLUE LOCK BOYS
ft. Nagi Seishiro, Rin Itoshi and Oliver Aiku Cw; just a few curse words
A/n; dk what possessed me to write for Aiku but here it is, enjoy!
NAGI SEISHIRO
♡ He does not feel anything at all, I imagine he has a very high pain tolerance for some reason.
“Sei, hold still, it’s only gonna hurt for a second”
“Your lying, you know how much it really hurts”
“Just continue to play your game, and you won’t even feel it” you say, rubbing the pink strips between your hands to melt the wax.
Pulling the two strips apart you carefully place the pink wax on Nagi’s forearms .
“Ok I’m gonna count down to 3 and I’ll just pull it off”
“Angel no, this is such a hassle”.
“You’ll be fine Sei”
“3”
“2”
“Wait, I’m not ready don-“
“1”, you say quickly ripping out the white hairs that littered Nagi’s arm. The once pink strip was now almost as white as snow.
“Oh”
“Sei, you didn’t even flinch, I told you it wasn’t gonna hurt ”
“It didn’t feel like anything”.
“So you did all that whining for nothing,” you say, rubbing the soothing pad over his skin.
“No, it was just scary at first”
:x
RIN ITOSHI
♡ Didn’t really see why you wanted to wax his legs but let’s you do it anyway. Will never let you near his hair again.
“If you didn’t like my leg hair, I could’ve just shaved it off”. Rin says from his seat next you, his leg rests over your lap as you lay down the wax strips on his leg.
“Rin, you don’t understand, it’s not the hair. Have you ever heard of trying new things”.
“I think I’ve seen you do it enough times to never want to, dumbass”.
“Whatever, I think you’re just scared” you tease. He probably won’t even feel it you think to yourself. Rin was a big boy and he could handle a little pain.
“I’m not scared”.
“Yes you are, Rinnie”
“No, I’m not”
“Whatever you say, love” to this Rin only grumbles to himself and mutters a few words you don’t quite catch but you’re sure he’s cursing you out.
“Okay, I’m gonna pull it off, you want me to count down or something?”
“No, I don’t nee-“
Before Rin could finish his sentence you pull the pink strip as hard as you can, it only lasts a second but the amount of pain Rin feels is very evident. Rin’s face quickly scrunches up as he tightly shuts his eyes in pain.
“Rin, are you okay, love?” you ask as you quickly open the soothing and rub it against his leg. You can only hope the pad soothes his pain and his anger.
“Don’t you dare, bring that thing near me ever again” he says, snatching the pad from your hands to rigorously rub the length of the leg.
“Sorry Rin”, you say, reaching for his free hand.
Rin is quick to swat your hand away and turn away from you hiding his face and his now pink skin. It’s safe to assume Rin won’t ever let you near him again.
OLIVER AIKU
♡ Comes to you to get rid of his mustache, lives to regret it.
“Hey doll, can you help me get rid of this”, Aiku says pointing to the small hairs that fill the space between his nose and his lips.
“You mean your mustache” it was just barely a mustache but Aiku wasn’t gonna hear that from you.
“Yeah, the guys keep saying I look like a rat,” he pouts.
“Well, I think you look like a cute rat but if this is what you want”
“You sure this is what you want, right” you question for the last time.
“Yes, this is what I want, doll”.
His heterochromatic eyes look up into your focused ones as you cut the wax strips to fit above his lips.
“Okay Oli , I’m gonna count to three and then I’ll pull it off for each” you say as you press down the pink strips into his skin. To this he nods in compliance.
“1”
“2”
“Thr-“
“No I don’t want this anymore, Aiku exclaims as he tries to pull your arms down.
“What the fuck Oli, this is exactly why i asked you if you wanted this”.
“I know but I just can’t, what kind of man would I be without my hair”.
“We’re about to find out because it has to come off”.
“What do you mean?” he questions as panic flashes across his eyes.
“The wax is already melted, the only thing I can do is take it off,” you explain.
“Baby, no” this is probably the first time you've ever seen Aiku pout. He’s pouted a handful of times but never has he pouted with watery eyes.
“I’m so sorry, this the only thing I can do” you say pushing back the hair that falls over his face in a way to bring him comfort.
“Let’s just get over it” he says, shifting his gaze towards the ground.
Quickly you rip off the strip, trying to take him out of his pain as fast as you could.
You softly press the soothing oil pad into his blush skin, as your eyes meet Aiku’s you can tell he’s very upset.
“I’m sorry Baby, it will grow back before you know it” you say, running your hands through his hair.
“It’s fine,” Aiku says, continuously pouting.
It’s safe to say he’ll be pouting for the rest of the week.
#☾mai works#blue lock#bllk x reader#bllk x you#blue lock x reader#bllk fluff#blue lock x you#blue lock x y/n#rin itoshi x reader#rin itoshi x y/n#Rin fluff#bllk rin#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi x reader#nagi fluff#aiku x reader#blue lock aiku#blue lock nagi#bllk Nagi#oliver aiku x reader#Oliver Aiku fluff
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SEE YOU AGAIN; SATORU GOJO ->GREEK TRAGEDY (pt 2)
After Suguru's death, you retire, and Satoru doesn't do anything to stop you. You move apartments deeper within Tokyo, but it feels too far for Satoru to see you.
"What are we doing all the way out here so late?" Yuji's harmless commentary clenches Satoru's heart, but he covers it quickly with a wide grin.
"We're here to drop you off with a friend." Satoru thinks you're going to be so mad, but you're the only one he trusts to keep Yuji a secret.
He raps his knuckles against the door and waits to hear your shuffling steps on the other side before you pull it open with little regard.
You don't open the door wide enough for Yuji to see you, but Satoru can see you clearly through the narrow opening, restricted by a flimsy chain over your head.
"Hey, sweetheart," he greets softly, hands digging into his pockets. "Need you to let me in. 's important."
Yuji's in awe when he notices the significant change in his teacher's voice, trying to sneak around his broad form to catch a glimpse of you.
There's no answer because you're holding a bottle to your lips while staring at Satoru's blindfold with a dark look in your glassy eyes. There are dark circles under your eyes, and your hair looks a little unkept, but other than that, Yuji thinks you look cute.
That's when you notice Yuji's pink hair sprouting from Satoru's side. He's with a kid; alarms go off in your head, and you sigh heavily while shutting your door with unnecessary force.
There's no time for Satoru to speculate because you're opening the door again – wider the second time – after the chain falls against the frame.
"There better be a damn good reason you brought a child to see me."
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"I don't want him here," you tell Satoru, mindful of your volume with Yuji in the next room. "Take him to Nanami or send him out of the country- I don't know. I don't want to be involved."
Satoru says your name softly, appearing frustrated under his blindfold.
"Take that stupid shit off of your face," you spit venomously, waving your hand at his face. "I never liked the blindfold."
He does as he's told, and the light of his eyes is blinding in your buzzed state.
"They'll kill him," he says with finality. "They've already tried."
"And what do you want me to do about it?" You exasperate, reaching for a new bottle and using the bottom of your shirt to clean up the neck.
"I want you to protect him. Maybe teach him a little about cursed energy." Satoru doesn't have his blindfold or sunglasses to conceal his disappointed glare as you slug down more beer. "I want you to quit drinking yourself to death."
"I'm retired."
"You're not okay," he tells you bluntly. "Some company might be good for you."
"It's been a year, Satoru," you murmur, massaging the center of your forehead for relief. "If I wanted help, I would've sought it by now."
"And if you wanted to die, you would be already."
You're quiet and don't look at him, but he can't take his eyes off you. You're different from a year ago, out of touch and depressed, and Satoru wonders if you would have lasted this long if you stayed as a sorcerer.
"He can stay," you croak, finishing your drink and reaching for a new one. "But that's it. I'm not teaching him anything or confronting curses. I'll feed him and take the company."
Satoru knows it's not much, but it's an olive branch.
"Good. Thank you."
"I'm only doing it for you," you mumble, picking at the sides of your bottle. "I wouldn't do it if it weren't you."
"I know. Thank you.”
#satoru gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru#gojo saturo#gojo x reader#gojo x you
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𝐃𝚶𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝚶𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝚶𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝚶𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝚬 𝐓𝚶𝚾𝐈𝐂.
WARNINGS: 18+ minors dni / loosely established relationship / power dynamics / m!recieving oral / fem!reader / situationship / / the briefest touches of petplay /abuse of power lowkey i can not lie - let me know if i missed something ! (WC: 1.2k)
SYNOPSIS: the electric type gym leader of Python City decided to hole herself up, neflecting her duties for the 4th time and oliver is sent to deal with it.
author's note: written for @prettyboykatsuki. set in my own bllk pokemon au where reader is an electric type gym leader and oliver is the poison type elite four member, region is not specified.
This is the 4th time where Oliver has to be the one to sort this out. Arriving to your city - the famed Python’s City know far and wide for it’s technical prowess because the gym leader decided to hole herself up in some dark room again. The city is a beaming beacon of bright white light and dark glass skyscrapers and everywhere he looks he finds some sort of electric type walking away alight with energy. The path to your Python’s City Gym is deeply ingrained in his mind, counting the folders of information in his brain to rack through all his memories of you that fill him with a sense of deja vu as he presents his League ID to your assistants that have been dealing with the mass of angry challengers that have not backed down from wanting to challenge you.
Your apartment is right above the Gym -a perk to this position which why you took it in the first place. You’d never be one to turn down free housing especially if all you had to do was crush some hot headed dweebs in your words from the last time he had to come visit you. Oliver is at the door to your home and looks for the key in the same place he left it, under your worn out and faded pink welcome rug your friend gave you as a horse warming gift. The apartment is dark and stale when he enters, an amused sigh leaving his lips as he makes his way down a dark hallway he is most familiar with by now.
What he finds is what he expects - you laying flat on your belly with cans of empty energy drinks around you as your eyes remain completely focused on the handsome fictitious man in whatever dating sim you find yourself enraptured in.
Your obliviousness makes him snort and even that keeps you from turning your head to the very obvious man in your room that was once not there. It’s only when he calls your name, voice too smooth and silky for what’s supposed to be a reprimand call. He likes that wide eyed look on your face, it’s very cute for the type of person you try to come off as. You say his name all shocked and surprised as if you didn’t know he would show up after all the complaints you’ve been sent from challengers and your staff.
“You’re in trouble again you know - keep this up and I won’t be able to make these types of calls once they kick you out of your position.” His words makes you turn the way, feigning nonchalance but he can see the twitching of a frown at your bottom lip.
“Don’t tell me that’d make you sad? Not seeing me?” He asked and you let the frown show on your face a little.
“Maybe.”
“Just a maybe ? I think I fuck you a little better than to just get that half-ass response.” You roll your eyes at him and pull your lips back to reveal your teeth in a harsh frown, just to get under his skin and it makes Oliver wrap a big palmed hand around the soft skin of your ankle to drag you down your bed to where he stands. Your face doesn’t change and that’s what he likes even when he starts coiling around you like a serpent with a mouse.
“Shut up - I don’t do this because I wanna fuck you I’m waiting for the stupid League to realize I don’t want this job.” Oliver hums, a soft and measured sound as he lets his hand pull up your sweats to caress more of your supple skin.
“You know I’d believe you more if you hadn’t just shaved.” He remarks and the sight of his grin is like sweet poison to you as you feel an oppressive heat fill your stomach despite having the AC blasting in your room. What happens next is a blur and you wish you could say it was the summer heat that’s beating down the people outside but you don’t even have that excuse at your disposal. Everything leading up to this moment was painstakingly crafted to make him come here but now that he is - it’s like you are losing the cords to the plan and are being tugged around by the viper in the underbrush.
Your days old sweats that are stained from your last meal are tugged down and off your legs - leaving you in a pair of boxers and a big t shirt. Somehow you end up on your knees with the edge of the bed at your chest and in between Oliver’s thighs. His shirt is pulled up and he can catch the way you watch him undo his belt with rapt attention. You look cite like this, he thinks and he tells you as such.
All he gets is that embarrassed frown he finds himself quite fond of and grins back. His pants are undone along with his belt and he looks at you expectedly.
“What?” You ask, voice quiet and filled with thinly veiled frustration. Oliver chuckles deep within his chest.
“You don’t get to waste my time by pulling these little stunts just to get fucked - make it up to me and then I’ll let you soak my dick for as long as you want.” It’s laughable how quickly you agree, trying so hard to show how eager you are for it like he can’t see how your hands tremble when they settle on his thighs to bring yourself closer to his crotch. You bring down the tops of his pants and take them down enough you can stripe his layer to reveal his cock. It’s hard and twitching - it always is when he's around you, it makes him laugh under his breathe watching your hand take him in the way you know he likes. Oliver coos down at you, giving you small encouragements as you begin to take him.
Usually he likes to drag things out especially with you.
He’s fond of making you wait, of dragging things out until the venom of lust has dulled your senses enough that he constrict you in his grip and swallow all that you are whole. The head of his cock is in your mouth, hot and wet and it makes him let out a wrecked laugh at how good it is after not having you since last time he had to come sort you out. His thigh comes behind your head, pushing it forward and making you take more than you prepared to. You gag, and Oliver laughs.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve doing this shit you know? Just cuz you’re so needy doesn’t mean you can go making trouble for your superiors.” He lectures you, serious despite the way he has his cock half way down your throat and you are so delirious that you aren’t even paying attention. He pushes your head a little further down and asks if you’re listening.
It makes his dick twitch when you nod your head with wide eyes, desperate for whatever he gives you.
“Not bad - guess a bad dog can still learn new tricks , yeah?” His hand comes to your head and grips what he can. He pulls you a little back, just enough he can see how well you shined the shaft of his cock with your mouth. Something so wicked and cruel and so mind-numbingly sweet dances in his dual colored eyes as he tilts his head to speak to you.
“Let’s see if you can learn how to beg for forgiveness now.”
#lamb.writes#oliver aiku x reader#oliver aiku x you#oliver aiku smut#bllk x reader#bllk x you#bllk smut#lamb’s pokemon au.
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Modern blood of zeus x reader (assistant) pt. 1
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you walked up the steps of the large building, you nodded to the doorman as he opened the large glass door for you. today was your first official day at Olympus. co. the biggest entrepreneurship company in the world.
you didn't expect to get the job and honestly still weren't sure that you weren't hired for other reasons besides the ones on your resume. you walked up to the receptionist, she was wearing a pretty flower blazer and pink skirt. she had olive skin and evergreen hair. "hello, I'm the new assistant." you say with a smile. she returns your smile "Alright, I'll check you in. May I have your name?" she asks sweetly. "y/n l/n" you say. she types it into the computer practically at an inhuman speed. "alright someone should be down to give you a tour in a few minutes, feel free to sit on one of the lounge chairs while you wait" she says pointing towards the elegant black leather chairs towards the left side of the room.
you nod to her before walking and taking a seat. you fiddled with the small golden necklace you wore for a few minutes before someone walked up. she was tall, with long white hair and tanned skin. she wore a short blue dress that wasn't the typical office wear everyone was wearing. "you're y/n I assume? My name is Artemis, and I will be the one showing you around today." she says with a kind smile. "it's a pleasure to meet you" you nod. She gives a hidden smirk "Follow me" she says leading you toward the elevator.
before pressing the button she turns towards a blonde male at the reception desk "Apollo if you could kindly wait until you're at home to make out with your girlfriend that would be appropriate." she smirks, and the man turns with a similar one. he was surprisingly taller than Artemis and wore a slightly more formal outfit. he had long golden blonde hair and golden eyes.
he blew a kiss goodbye to the receptionist and walked over. "so this is the new assistant our father hired." he tilted your chin to look at him "I personally can't say I blame him. I'm Apollo, son of Zeus" he smirks teasingly. "lay off of them brother, they're still so sweet and innocent" Artemis teases. she leans over and hits the button to open the elevator. "let us start." she gestures for you to walk in.
you walk in followed by them, you try to hide the blush of being in such a small space with them, you had to admit that they were both very beautiful. "what are your roles in the company?" you ask, truly wondering because their names never were mentioned in the interview when talking about the departments. "oh honey, we don't work here. we just wanted to do the kind thing of giving you the proper welcome tour" Apollo says with the same teasing smirk. "You're making them blush dear brother, how cute" Artemis comments.
the gods were on your side as the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the floor they were leading you to, saving you from your embarrassed blush. they led you down the hall to what looked to be a fancy breakroom, it had a beautiful view of the city and a full kitchen. Artemis sits at a table next to a woman with pink hair and a magenta mini dress. "aw who the cutie?" she asks. "this is y/n, they're my father's newest assistant." Artemis says taking a strawberry from the pink-haired woman's lunch. "this is Aphrodite, she's the head of our beauty department" Apollo says resting his chin on your head. "Its a pleasure to meet you," you say,
she laughs a bit "You're so kind and innocent, are you sure you're here to be an assistant?" she smirks hinting at something else. The twins roll their eyes. "I doubt he would hire another one for those purposes so close to the company's anniversary party. we all know he won't risk Hera causing a scene in anger." Apollo says, "Don't blame Hera for that. it's how any sane person would react if they knew their husband cheated in front of her for months." Artemis says losing her smile a bit.
Aphrodite smiles a bit. "I know, but the possibility is still there." she says in a sing-song voice. "well we must get going, we wouldn't want to make y/n late on their first day." Artemis says hugging Aphrodite and standing up. Aphrodite waved goodbye to the three of you as the twins led you from the breakroom.
they led you back to the elevator. "we're heading to the top floor now, I'm sure our father has work for you to start." Artemis says. you nod, and the three of you stand there waiting for the doors to open. once on the top floor they opened with a ding, the three of you stepped out to be greeted by a woman with a purple braid.
she was wearing a purple pantsuit with a purple cape. She looked at you with disgust and tilted her sunglasses down to look at you better. "so this is his newest one." she said with quiet hatred before walking away, her heals clicking against the ground. "who was she?" you ask looking where she left. "that's hera, shes Zeus's wife. try to avoid her she isn't too fond of his assistants." Apollo warns. "she's really pretty." you say.
"She was a model before she met her husband. but then once married she gave it up to help him with his business." Artemis says. "ah there's my new assistant, I hope that you've been welcomed properly." Zeus says walking from one of the offices. he was probably the tallest person in the office, he wore a blue suit with a purple flower in the front pocket. his greyish-brown hair down over his shoulders. he nods to his two children to leave, and they give you a last look of good luck before walking to the elevator. "if you would kindly follow me, I'll show you to your desk" he says gesturing the way.
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What are your favorite ttte ships?
Ohh that's the question that I was waiting for, since I'm a multishipper I have a lot of my favorite ttte ships:
The ships in my Au:
Thomas x Rosie: this is my first ever favorite ship, when I saw these two intracred many times, I started to ship them bc they look very adorable and chummy together, and I really like the blue and pink/red dynamic sm.
James x Emily: this is literally a brain rot for me, these two in my opinion are the best, because I see how many times James flirts with Emily or being kind to her, especially in the miller era, and back there, this ship is 100% canon.
Gordon x Rebecca: this is the recent canon ship in the fandom, I love this ship because Gordon finally found someone who understands him and his nature, not like others, and I really love their ship name "Gorbecca"
Duck x Oliver: believe me or not, but in my view, this ship is perfection, althought they look too similar and had builed by the same person, I just believe in the fanmade episodes and there's a lot of signs proof that they like echother
Toby x Henrietta: the only straight ship in the fandom, they absolutely work very well and that's the opinion of anyone who thinks that
Diesel x Mavis: I don't ship them much but they are also cute, Diesel is a bad guy and likes to cause a lot of disasters, while Mavis is the one who tries to warn him to stop doing all the nonsense, but anyway I ship them
My favorite (Secret) ships:
James x Edward: they really are the cutest pairs, I really love their dynamic and how wholesome they are, and if I didn't headcanon them as brothers and I didn't have a massive crush, I'll let them being a gay couple
Donald x Duck: this ship is so fucking cute, they really make me cry of their cuteness, and I really love their episode "Donald's Duck", but we didn't have a lot of intractions of them in the CGI and that's very sad.
Douglas x Oliver: the same thing we can say about them, CUTENESS AHHH, and I love how Douglas saved Oliver from being scraped and I wish that they intracted a lot in the CGI too
Percy x Diesel 10: Uhm sorry if you don't like this one but they're not bad, in the movie "Day of the diesels" Diesel 10 shows a lot of tenderness and respect to Percy, and Percy was blushing, but he didn't know that Diesel 10 was using him to seize the steam works, and Percy was such an idiot, but their first moments are so wholesome
Gordon x Henry: these are also great and fit echother, but the problem is I headcanon them as relatives but Idgaf, I still ship them
Gordon x James: This is without a doubt the cutest ship for me. We notice that their relationship is very wonderful and no one insults the other, but it is rare to find
Emily x Caitlin: ohh this is a minor ship, they work very well tbh, Emily is being in love with another female engine is something new for her, and please don't attack me because it's just my opinion that's all
This is just my opinion and every single person has their own opinion!!!
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not at all — hueningkai x chubby!fem!reader. NSFW/MDNI!
cw. first date, chubby!reader, mention of eating and drinking, reader's a bit tipsy, pet names (cutie, pretty i think), tummy love obvi, nipple play obvi, marking, biting, tiddy fuck <3, oral (m. receiving), jiggle, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship? notes. i am in my kai brain rot era!!! im in love w him, i would die for him, i would kill for him, he is everything. idk how i feel about this one tbh, but it is self indulgent AF!!! smut under cut.
“Kai!” You smile when you open the door, greeted by the cutest Kai you’ve ever seen, all dressed up, holding a bouquet of pink peonies, smelling of cologne. It’s only the second time you’ve seen him, but you didn’t think he could get any cuter after meeting him at the bookstore the other day—cute nose in a book, wavy hair falling over his eyes, biting his lip in concentration.
You’d caught him off guard approaching him, recommending another book based on what he was reading and ended up chatting for a while.
“Just let me know if you need any other book recommendations once you finish that one.”
“Okay, will do.” He smiled softly, nodding awkwardly.
“I’m gonna go now…so just let me know, yeah?” Pressing his lips together, he nodded again. “Are you here a lot?”
“No, I’m not here too often,” he said, scratching the back of his head.
“I’m trying to get you to ask me for my number.”
“Oh! Right, right…phone numbers—ha.”
You simply look stunning. Your gorgeous dress hugs you in all the right places, accentuating your chest perfectly. It’s a totally different look from the sweater and jeans you were wearing the other day. So seeing your chest like this gives him heart eyes. He’s just absolutely, positively giddy looking at you. It’s difficult for him to even say, “For you,” while he hands you the flowers.
“Oh, wow, thank you. How’d you know these were my favorite?” You giggle, letting him in your apartment, but he doesn’t go past the front entryway. He simply watches in awe while you find a vase, rambling a bit to him, not even noticing him shyly standing across the room. “Come over here, silly. Make yourself at home,” you say.
Nodding, he slowly makes his way closer to you, but he does make a point to look over your apartment—noticing little details about you. The quirky gallery wall above your couch, the fancy olive oils near your stovetop, that book you bought from that bookstore where you met resting on your coffee table. “You’re so cute,” you say, his ears turning red hot. “Just come over and have a seat.” You motion to the bar stool behind the kitchen counter.
Remembering this is a date and he can flirt with you a bit, he says, “You look really pretty.” It might not have been the cheekiest of flirting, but it’s still flirting.
“Thank you,” you smile. “You look really pretty tonight too.” And he really does—he’s so, so pretty, almost ethereal, like there’s a glow around him. “So, whatcha got planned for us this evening?” You ask, leaning over the counter, sparkly eyes blinking up at him, tits peeking out over the neckline of your dress. He tries—really, he does—maintaining eye contact, but you’re so, so pretty too, he can’t look at your eyes either.
So he opts for checking his watch before saying, “I’ve got reservations for us in about a half hour. We should probably get going actually.”
“Oh, okay! Sure,” you smile, grabbing your bag and heading out the front door.
It’s such a cute, cozy place. All the walls and decor are so warm, it’d make anyone want to cuddle, but for touchy-feely people like the two of you, you’re already all cuddled into each other.
The two of you clicked as soon as you sat down. You haven’t stopped giggling, touching his arm, you’ve caught him glancing down at your lips more than a few times. And he just can’t get enough of you. You are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He truly believes that.
After dinner and a few glasses of wine later, you ask him—with your best please eyes—to walk you back home. And it’s a good thing too, because he was planning to anyway.
Both of your arms wrapped around one of his, he drags you back to your apartment, having the best time walking down a quiet sidewalk together. You look up at him, his strong nose undeniably noticeable, his pink, plush lips curling into a smile while he laughs with you.
Oh, how you wanted him. He was simply adorable in the way he joked with you, held the door open for you, and reached for the bill. The whole evening, he was dipped in sugar. And he seemed like this big, tall teddy bear waiting to be devoured by you.
“You wanna come up for another drink?” You asked, silently begging him with your pretty eyes, long eyelashes batting up at him. You weren’t sure where he was with everything, to be honest. You’d never know what he was thinking about you.
But oh, how he wanted you. It was torture sitting next you, but he’d never let you know that. The way your tits were pushed up by your dress, spilling over the top as you leaned closer and closer to him, how he could see the indent of your belly button under the silky fabric, your thighs spread across the booth. You looked…delicious. He couldn’t wait to get you out of that dress, writhing underneath him while he kissed and bit your tummy for a minimum of ten minutes before flicking his tongue over your clit and oh, you legs wrapped around his head, he had to stop himself before it was too noticeable.
Following you inside, you start pouring some more wine for the two of you, soon joining him on the couch. And it’s more of the same—laughing, giggling, joking, just having fun in each other’s company. It feels so good and natural being together. Soon enough, you’re not sure if it’s the wine or what, but something comes over you.
He’s way too polite to initiate anything on a first date, but you? You need him, but you don’t want to come on too strong. The wine isn’t helping though.
Your hand grazes his thigh and he swears his heartbeat is in his throat. “You look so pretty right now,” you whisper. He swallows, lips parting. “Just…” you trail off, taking a sip of the tarte, red wine, lips stained by now. “The way this candle flickers across your skin…you just look…wow.”
“Thank you,” he chokes out. Is he even getting the hint?
“You’re honestly probably the prettiest guy I’ve seen,” you say, setting your glass on the coffee table. “This nose is gorgeous.” You lightly drag the tip of your pinky down his bridge, punctuating it with a cute boop to the tip of his nose. “And your eyes…ah, so pretty.” You drag the pad of your thumb across his eyelashes as his eyes flutter shut. “And don’t even get me started on those lips.” You rest back against the couch, smirking at him.
“No, no, go ahead,” he says, the slightest hint of a giggle in his voice. “What about my lips?”
Ah, he’s got the hint now. “Just how kissable they look. And…” you start, leaning closer to him, hand inching higher and higher on his thigh, faces close enough to feel each other’s breath on your lips. “I want them all over me.”
Catching your lips with his, he carefully sets the wine glass down before squeezing your thigh, earning a nice groan from you. Pushing off his jacket, he slips his arms out of the sleeves, reaching for your waist, guiding you to straddle his lap. He’s surprisingly good at this based on his shy, cute demeanor throughout the rest of the evening. Legs falling over his, he cranes his neck to reach your lips before trailing down your neck, hands all over your hips.
“Fuck…” you sigh, hands tangling into his hair. Already burying his face in your cleavage to kiss even more of your skin, both of your breathing starting to get heavy. “My, uh…my bedroom’s down that hallway,” you say and he got the hint immediately.
Hoisting you up with a grunt, thick legs wrapped around his waist, your lips part only briefly as he finds the door knob. Dropping you to your bed, you desperately unbutton his shirt before sliding it off him. He pushes your dress up past your waist, letting out a groan of relief at the sight of your tummy and how gorgeous it is. One hand on your waist, the other on your tit, he simply attacks it with kisses, sucks, and bites.
You’re not really sure what he’s doing—no one’s ever done this with you before. He doesn’t stop showing your tummy love while his hips grind into the mattress. He must really love tummies. The idea of him pining after your belly all night fills you with butterflies.
Turning away from him, he whines and pouts at the loss of your beauty, but you say, “I just want this dress off me.” Nodding, he finds the zipper, quickly pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor to get back to your tummy as soon as possible. It doesn’t last long, though, because once he squeezes your bare tit for the first time, his eyes widen before he makes his way back up to your chest, squishing them together to bury his face into.
Finally flicking his tongue over your nipple, you moan so sexily, grinding your hips against him. Pushing him off you, you find a moment to flip him on his back, reaching for his pants button, slipping them off quickly.
It’s your turn to shower his body with kisses and love, starting with a sweet, gentle kiss to his nose, making your way down his chest, licking over his nipples briefly, spending a good amount of time on his tummy, then his glorious thighs. And the beauty that is his cock—pinker than the rest of him and leaking wonderfully.
Holding him gently, your mouth drops open, but you look up at him through your eyelashes for permission and he nods, eyebrows stitched together. Sinking your lips around his cock, you drag your lips down so slowly, making him whine, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. One thing about him is…it doesn’t take much for him. Doesn’t take much before he starts begging…begging to fuck you.
“Be patient, cutie.” And suddenly, you remember, this guy loves tummies and tits—you wrap your tits around his cock, bouncing them up and down and his brain short circuits. The sight of you like this—
“Holy fuck—” he gasps, head falling back against the pillow, rolling his hips between your cleavage. His dominant side seems to have completely vanished under everything you’re doing to him, which you love. Fingers fumbling as they try to wrap around your hair, breath rattling as your name leaves his mouth, toes curling.
Releasing, you straddle his waist, his big hands squeezing your hips as you reach underneath yourself for his cock, rubbing it up and down your folds.
He’s so tantalizing, it doesn’t take long to give into him, sinking down on him completely, his eyes slamming shut at the feeling of you. His hands are all over you. Squeezing your bouncing tits, pinching your waist, squishing your soft ass, holding your hips for stability.
And goddamn does he feel good, reaching the deepest parts of you, giving you butterflies with the way he looks up at you, squeezing you in all the right places.
“Oh my god,” you breathe. “You’re so…your cock feels…you—”
“I hope the ends of these sentences are good,” he chuckles. You simply don’t know what to do with yourself as you try grounding yourself by grabbing a tit, then running your hands through your hair, anything, but you can only nod before you find the strength to respond.
“Yes, yes,” you pant. “You feel so, so, so good. Holy fucking shit.”
Fucking up into you, he’s desperately chasing his orgasm, cock sliding in and out of your pussy so deliciously. His breath is erratic as his head drops against his pillow, knots in his stomach tightening with each bounce, fiercely gripping your waist, orgasm quickly approaching. Your whines, the way you’re bouncing over him, the sight of your tits jiggling furiously sends him over the edge.
And “Fuck, you’re perfect.” Everything about you. His legs involuntarily lift off the bed, muscles trembling as he cums inside you, the feeling washing over you as you’re chasing your own orgasm.
But it doesn’t take long—one of his thumbs circling over your clit and the other over your nipple is more than enough to send you over the edge. You’re a whimpering mess, fucking yourself on his overstimulated cock, mouth dropping open, obscene sounds spilling out. Falling forward, your tits rub up against his chest as you ride it out.
You don’t really do much—just lay on top of him while you two catch your breath, his fingertips dragging across your back until his cock slips out of you on its own.
He finally breaks the silence, “Wow, that was…”
“Yeah, that was great,” you hold your head up to look down at him with a smirk, pecking his nose. “I like you.”
“Ah, stop…” he giggles. “I like you too.” You sit up, running your fingers through your hair and his hands find themselves in the pinch of your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, but he chuckles and says, “Oh my gosh, look.” You look down and three beautiful hickeys had already bloomed on your belly. He looks a bit embarrassed and admits, “Yeah, I kinda have a thing for tummies.”
“Oh yeah? I couldn’t tell,” you sarcastically, rolling your eyes playfully.
“Is that weird?”
You press gentle kisses to his jaw as you shake your head and say “Not at all, cutie.”
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🌟THE JELLO HAS BEEN EXPOSED🌟 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 3 Episode 5 “The Turbulent Triathlon”
Get out of the picture, Yul. How dare you.
I wish this turned out better. Honestly. It's a bit lacking compared to the others.
But come on, since when has Yul ever been a quality character?
Enjoy the reaction.
Villains Alliance is such a lame name for this.
We need a better name.
If you have a better name in mind, tell me.
Oliver gets thrown out of a plane, as usual.
We haven't actually seen much of Oliver. I'm starting to think he's dead XD
NOOOOO!!!
NOT THE CHICKEN!!
THAT CHICKEN WAS CUTE, COME ON.
I know this is something they do in Survivor. But there's a reason you get clotheslined by a clothesline for it.
"Sorry ma'am, we're just tired of eating fruits."
Hey, fruit is good man!
Such evil behavior.
Who are the villains again?
"Camp life has been good recently. Tom's been extremely helpful! Guess cops make good survivalists as well."
Aw, look at these two getting along!
Jake butts in the confessional like "THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT BEING HAPPY?! I'M DYING OVER HERE! ALL I HAVE IS FISH!!!"
I noticed the camps are in different locations. The Yellow Team is near the beach. The Cyan Team is more in the woodlands. And the Pink Team has a bit of both with a nice lake area.
Or, sorry MAGENTA Team.
That's a weird thing to name a team.
Magenta Team. Magenta Team. Magenta Team. Magenta Team.
I guess it has a ring to it.
"Wait... you want to kill it?!"
TELL EM GABBY!!!
I knew she would be against this.
"Well yeah. How else would we eat it?"
"WELL FUCK ALL Y'ALL! I'D RATHER YOU EAT ME!"
"We can keep her and name her Freckles."
Awwww, yes!
Yes, please do that!
Cyan Team should have a pet.
"Why don't we vote an see what the majority wants to do?"
A smart Ellie decision?
Wow.
The smartest thing Ellie has ever done. And it's regarding a CHICKEN.
OH YOU SUCK TESS! REALLY?!
COME ON! LET THE CHICKEN LIVE!
NOOOOOOO
"Sorry Gabs. Why don't we go get some fruit?"
"Let's go set up a clothesline. That'll be a 10/10 prank to pull on Tom. Just for you, babe."
"I would've voted to eat the chicken, but I didn't want Gabby to feel ostracized."
Oh come on.
Well at least you're supportive of your girlfriend I guess.
#JUSTICEFORFRECKLES
"Where's Ally and Hunter?"
"Taking a nap in the tent."
"Hope the lovebirds keep it PG in there."
😳
OHOHOHOHOOOOOOO...
OH MY GOD NO.
THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY XD
OH GOD.
"We... were thinking about the alliance you offered."
"Ashley and I talked and... well... we want to take you up on that offer."
Really?
That is interesting.
Cause I would've thought they would all band to get her out.
"If you're out, it'll come down to a tie between us two against Hunter and Ally."
OH THAT'S TRUE.
That's actually smart.
"And what's stopping you from using me now and throwing me away when I'm no longer useful?"
Nothing.
XD
I'm gonna be honest there.
"To be honest, nothing."
Even they said that XD
Oh poor Fiore.
"I need to get Hunter and Fiore on the same page. Otherwise, we're toast! I'm not letting history repeat itself."
Hey, at least you learned from last time.
Where are these guys?
"Though, you might see the occasional hair on your plate if you're rude like me!"
Oh that's gross.
Hate that.
"Oliver? Wha- why would you take orders from him?"
"He helped me through some rough times. I owe him a lot."
Yeah. He did. Bless.
Also good to know he's not dead.
GET YOUR ARMS OFF OF HIM!!!
"Oh don't worry! You'll have plenty of time to decompose in a retirement home when you're out of the game!"
"Uh, you voted for me, idiot!"
GET YUL OUTTA HERE.
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT.
And honestly, I BLESS whoever did vote for you.
"It was me. I voted Yul."
😲
OH. MY GOD.
QUEEN QUEEN QUEEN QUEEN QUEEN QUEEN QUEEEEEEENNNN.👑
BLESS HER.
BLESS THIS WOMAN.
"For my next showing, I will vote Yul. Every time I can. Yul is such a bad villain nobody wants him around. He don't deserve to be in this alliance."
NO RIYA YOU'RE TOO GOOD!!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE EVIL!!!
"Lately, I've been getting on his nerve, and I wanted that negative attention on someone else."
OH. OH I GET THAT.
So she shortens a target on her back, cause attention will be on Yul to go once Connor is gone.
GIRL. YOU ARE TOO SLAY FOR THIS GAME. 💅
AND I HATE YUL, SO OF COURSE I LOVE YOU FOR THIS.
SHE DID THIS FOR ME.
"Sorry Connor. You've become my meat shield, and it's too late to turn back now."
"Hey, I warned you. I had the decency to at least give you that much."
"It's also satisfying to see Yul a bit paranoid for once."
👑
Yes. Yes it is.
WE LOVE THE YUL TORMENT IN THIS HOUSEHOLD.
I love Riya bullying Yul. It fills me with joy.
OOOOOOOOOHHHH
Is she gonna expose them?
THEY GET EXPOSED ALREADY?! DAMN.
OKAY CONNOR GETS TO DO STUFF! 👏
YAY! CONNOR'S RELEVANT TO THE PLOT!!!!
OKAY HE CRUSHED THAT! LET'S GO!
"Hey guys, we got mail! Someone left us a note!"
"Wait, the postal service delivers all the way out here?"
😂😂😂
😂😂😂
*CHOKING FROM LAUGHTER*
😂
OH MY-
😂
*Fanning myself from tears*
OH MY GOD...
😂
HIS FACE.
😂😂😂
I'M SORRY.
I'M SO SORRY!!!
THAT HAD NO RIGHT BEING AS FUNNY AS THAT WAS!!
😂
OH MY GOD 😂
Oh my god I need to calm down...
That has to be the hardest I've laughed from Disventure Camp EVER.
I-I have to watch it again. I have to.
"Hey guys, we got mail! Someone left us a note!"
"Wait, the postal service delivers all the way out here?"
I don't even know why that gets me. Maybe cause I'm laughing too hard to think and get the joke.
Oh my god that's good. XD
"'This note is for members of the Magenta Team and Cyan Team. I am issuing a warning. You must act now while there's still time.'"
OH SHIT SHE IS EXPOSING THEM.
"'If you're reading this, it means I was voted out at last nights elimination.'"
"N-no! S-she... s-she... she can't be gone already!"
OH NO JAKE!! OH SWEETIE!!
That was only person he had left in this world!! AWWWW💔
Told you he would be devastated.
"'Riya, Alec, Grett, Yul, Ellie, and Fiore have formed a secret villains alliance. I heard their plans myself.'"
"'The six of them plan to take control at the merge.'"
"'To achieve this, they will do anything to create problems amongst the rest of you.'"
"'Do not fall for their plans. Take them out before it's too late. Good luck. Signed, Miriam.'"
OH SHIT.
THEY'RE EXPOSED ALREADY?!
What are they gonna do now?!
THERE'S AN ACTUAL THREAT!! THERE'S ACTUAL HIGH STAKES!!!
Aaaaannnnd this is where Fiore goes.
RIP.
"That old lady is obviously senile!"
"Don't you dare call her that!"
YEAH JAKE AIN'T HAVING YOU INSULT MIRIAM.
"I mean, how could we even form that alliance when they're on the other team? Huh? Use your brains!"
I mean... true. It's kinda faulty thinking on their part.
"You are a grown man fighting with a child!"
FR FR.
All Hunter's been doing so far is bully the child.
I hope Allyson and Hunter NEVER have kids.
"You really are a piece of work, Ellie! First you get out Lake, then you're a traitor to your own team?!"
YEP.
ELLIE IS ALSO FUCKED.
GEE, IF ONLY YOU HAD A GIRLS ALLIANCE THAT INCLUDED LAKE SO YOU WOULDN'T NEED TO JOIN THE VILLAINS IN THE FIRST PLACE.
"Let's just all calm down!"
Aw poor Tess.
Tess really is just the glue holding this team together at this point.
"But it's not out of character for you! Dividing people and secret alliances?! Anything for money, right?"
OOF.
OH THAT HURT.
WOOF.
Also Tom should know.
"If this were all true, Ellie would have told me! Right, Ellie?"
OH GIRL.
OH GABBY.
OH NO.
OH NO.
Poor Tess.
Tess is just being completely unheard on her team.
"Our team is in shambles, but I don't blame Aiden and Tom for blowing up. The Ellie I've come to know these last few days is way different than the chill person I met in college."
Game do be like that.
AGAIN, IF ONLY ELLIE HAD A GIRLS ALLIANCE THAT COULD PROTECT HER HERE.
"They might work together!"
"Fiore was literally just exposed. That makes no sense!"
I kinda get both sides though.
Cause what really is better for the game here? Keeping a member of this threatening alliance around? What if you potentially don't lose till merge? Twice? Let alone once?
On the other hand, if you get rid of her, you leave yourself vulnerable to a tie.
Damn. I don't know what the correct option is here.
"You want to get farther in this game? We need Fiore on our side, and you are sabotaging our chances!"
"Jeez, it's always me that messes up huh? Always me that has to admit when I'm wrong. Like you're an angel."
You both suck.
XD
Crazy I'm saying that cause I liked them decently enough last season.
They weren't my favorites, but I liked them.
It's crazy how I'd much rather watch Jake hallucinate getting cucked than these two fighting.
Like I want to know what's going on there and why Tom is acting the way he is.
These two are just pissing me off cause they KNOW how to communicate usually. (At least there's a reason for the boys to have this issue)
What the hell is happening here?
"This is our chance to prove ourselves, for people to see us in a better light!"
WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?
THE AUDIENCE CAN'T HELP YOU!
"Why do you care so much about what everyone thinks of you? Does it matter that I see so much more than some idiots online?!"
FR.
"You never listen Hunter! You make everything worse. That's all you ever do!"
Go get therapy. Both of you.
Like, you're both awful. But for different reasons.
OH.
OH HE FEELS BAD.
Is he just trying to look out for her but is coming up with the wrong plan?
"Magenta and Cyan Team, getting your first look at the new Yellow Team."
Jello Team?
I heard Jello Team.
*rewinds*
No she said Jello.
SCREW IT. YOU CAUSED THIS.
IT'S JELLO TEAM NOW.
THE JELLO ALLIANCE!
"I feel horrible for Miriam. I know she was super excited to play again."
Awwww 💔
I can never be upset with Jake and Miriam. They are precious.
You probably don't deserve a hug. But screw it.
Oh they're bringing back a Season 2 challenge. That's cool!
I think Total Drama All Stars did this too. Where they just reused challenges from previous seasons but with a twist. Like, Paintball Deer Hunter but with leeches.
I mean they didn't do a good job with the concept. Still.
OH GOD THEY BROUGHT BACK THE THOUSAND FOOT DROP TOO!
Trevor's like "Ha... ha ha... great... nice knowing y'all."
"I was a little tempted to ask the Yellow Team about the legitimacy of the villains alliance-"
IT'S THE JELLO ALLIANCE.
THEY HAVE TEA PARTIES WITH JELLO AS A CLUB OUTING.
"Guess it's time to use my police academy training, and figure out what they're up to!"
Ooh. Tom's gonna intervene?
I mean, everyone knows, so idk how good spying is when there's nothing to spy on. But sure.
Let Tom do some police spy stuff.
"YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE DISGRACE OF THE NAME OF JELLO! AND BIGGOTRY, A COUPLE OF MURDER ATTEMPTS, AND CROSS TEAMING RESPECTIVELY!"
"And... where do you stand?"
"We have to get her out."
Oh.
Jake having friendly interactions with some of his teammates...
Huh. Not on my bingo card at all.
OP-
THAT LOOKED LIKE IT HURT.
"Hunter, a-are you alright?"
Oh wow he actually stopped to check on him.
"Awwwww, did someone have a little tumble? Eat my dust, loser!"
*Proceeds to throw a tumble weed at his face*
WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR DUST PLAIN OR SEASONED?
"Same old guy."
Yeah, facts.
"That was a little funny, but don't you think you were too harsh on him? He already lost his bike."
Oh wow. Grett's not as shitty as she used to be.
I mean I loved Grett's shitiness, I'm just shocked. I thought she would be all over that.
"That's the point. Kick em while they're down to ensure defeat."
I'm sure that won't end poorly.
(This GIF cracks me up XD)
"Being mean and controlling didn't exactly end well for me last time."
Grett redemption arc?
Is this what I'm hearing right now? She learned from her mistakes?
Is that what they're doing with her character?
Let's go???? Grett redemption arc???
"Who are you, my mother? Quit trying to tell me what to do!"
SHE'S TRYING TO HELP YOU.
"Well next time, if you want your opinion, I'll ask!"
"Which will be never! UGH, who gave women rights?!"
"You've got to get rid of those thunder thighs."
WHAT THE-
PERMISSION TO KILL THIS BITCH?
HER THUNDER THIGHS ARE BEAUTIFUL! FUCK YOU!!
"He knows that's a sore spot for me..."
I'm kinda worried for Grett now.
I don't want to assume SOMETHING, but if her own boyfriend body shames her, then shit.
Idk, she SAID she was losing weight for herself. How much of that is the truth??
"Thank god Miriam is gone."
Of course Ellie is happy.
"I wasn't responsible for it, but screw it. REVENGE FEELS GREAT!"
"Three million bucks is on the line. If you're not stressed, you don't belong here."
Yeah, I can see that being on Ellie's mind cause she's in poverty.
In her mind, she needs that money more than anyone else.
Which, you know, might be true actually.
I get her motive. I do.
As much as I dunk on Ellie, I actually do like her as a character and I do find her motives and her story arc interesting and compelling.
Just, you know, think your plans through.
"If I win, I won't need to hold down two jobs to pay for college."
You know how SHIT college bills are?
The majority of people who go to college get student debt they can never recover from.
I got lucky. My family refused to let me pay for college myself.
OH HE HAS TO CARRY HIS BIKE XD
Poor guy.
"Let's go! There's no time to waste, Tess!"
No let Tess talk with her bae! That's what she came here for.
Oh no.
He just looks sad now. The anger is just gone.
He just looks sad looking at it.
Tom doesn't want you anymore.
🎵"Don't wish. Don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart."🎵
🎵"There's a girl I know. He loves her so. I'm not that girl."🎵
I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WICKED JOKES.
"Just hold onto me while I swim."
"I HEARD THAT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT EXACTLY, TOM?!"
"NOTICE ME DAMMIT!!!"
"Alright, but I want to try and do this myself first."
Aiden character development! Let's go!
I like their friendship. It's so wholesome.
You know, aside from the elephant in the room.
"Over this past year, me and James took gliding lessons Cute, right?"
Awww.
"Well, we did it mostly to help me overcome the trauma from last seasons final. I still don't love heights, but... those lessons have helped me overcome that fear."
Oh that's so sweet! I love that!
I love what they're doing with Aiden so far. It's so nice!
And as I said that he's already on Tom's back.
I hope Jake isn't watching that.
"I guess being a lifeguard could be my... plan C!"
"Hahaha! Cause I suck at all my jobs?"
"Hey... is Jake mad at you or something?"
OH HE NOTICED.
"He's been eyeing us for awhile, and not in a friendly way."
"Who's Jake?"
"The guy in pink. He looks like Ladybug, but a guy."
"I don't know him."
"But I thought-"
"I don't know anything about him. Nope. Never talked to him in my life."
"Don't worry, I'm planning on talking to him."
Are you? *Not convinced*
"Fine! I've been avoiding Jake."
Oh finally you fess up to it!
"I feel burned by what happened on our season and... whatever. I need to look forward."
Oh yeah...
I said it could be that, but that just confirms it.
It does have to do with that. Cause I know that hurt both of them so much.
And Tom's already moved on, it seems like. So it's a bit hard to confront your past.
BTW, I do know about these Greetings existing.
Currently, as I am reacting to the show, I do not care about these.
Whatever information is said in these is irrelevant to me at the moment.
Because for me, the REALLY vital stuff should be IN THE SHOW.
I'm sure they're great. But in terms of my exposure to them: NOT RIGHT NOW.
Y'all just chilling here?
Nothing better to do?
"Friendships can't be trusted in this game."
In terms of Alec, yeah.
In terms of Jake, YOU were the one that broke that.
"With all do respect, you don't know him like I do. I can decide that for myself."
POP OFF TESS!
She has a backbone! She knows what she's doing!
"I'm tired, Tess."
"Of the game?"
"Of Ally."
Oh shit.
"Ever since last season, a ton of haters started coming to her streams and raiding her social media, leaving nasty comments."
For literally no reason. Like seriously WHAT DID SHE DO???
I still don't get this. She didn't have this issue before? Really?
It's the Internet. You're gonna get haters.
I'm getting hate comments, but you don't see me being a bitch to anyone about it.
EVER HEARD OF BLOCKING?
"I don't blame her. People online are cruel."
I guess, but I feel like Allyson is more mature than that.
She has a Twitch Career! She has way more social media presence and impact than I could dream of!
"Ally seems to have this thing where... she needs to be liked above all else, and... when people are mean, she can't brush it off like the rest of us."
THAT IS NOT HOW ALLYSON WAS CHARACTERIZED LAST SEASON.
THAT'S WHY I'M NOT BUYING IT.
Like, I WOULD buy it if she WAS characterized like that before. But she wasn't.
"She acts confident, but I can tell that she's hurting inside."
So Hunter does care about her.
He just is really bad at it.
Awww.
"You have to let me win, Riya!"
She can't help you! She's on the other team!
Cross teaming does not work.
"We've been exposed. Everyone knows about the villains alliance!"
"Miriam sent out a letter to the other teams. My entire team found out this morning!"
"But... wait, that's not possible. Miriam was sitting at camp all afternoon before elimination."
Put the pieces together.
"Sorry kid, but I want the reward."
RIYA!
COME ON!
I mean I get it, cross teaming don't work. But at least piggyback her!
"For my next showing, I am undoing the crosses of the cross teaming that is crossing the line with the exposure of the crossing! And now the crossing is out of hand and we have a lose lose scenario!"
NO RIYA THAT'S A TONGUE TWISTER!
"Don't worry! I'm like a bullet train!"
OOP.
AND NOW YOU LOSE.
"I HAVE BEEN BAMBOOZLED! I SHOULDN'T HAVE UNDERESTIMED THE GABBY! DAMMIT!! MY EGO!!!"
"Your team will have a portable shower and soaps delivered to your camp!"
"Yes! That's exactly what I wanted!"
Of course you do XD
"I am SO SICK of catching colds! I want my next showing to be HOT! And clean!"
Of course Riya wants luxury. I love her.
And Fiore is screwed.
"Hey, fellow Jellos?? Yeah... I got some bad news for ya. The kid's a bit... yeah..."
"Why the hell did you not help her?"
"Look at how we set this up, man! If the Jello Team loses, one of us goes home! If the Cyan Team loses, one of us goes home! If the Pink Team loses, one of us goes home! DID YOU NOT THINK THAT THROUGH? AT THE VERY LEAST I WON Y'ALL A SHOWER!"
"Is it that shocking? We trusted Fiore to win a challenge for us."
Yeah, why did you guys put her at the end?
"Hopefully the team finally realizes who really needs to go."
I don't know what the best move is here, actually.
I don't think they're gonna get rid of Hunter or Allyson though. They have a plotline.
Oh we're just going right into it! DAMN! OKAY!
It's gotta be Fiore, right?
They're not gonna get rid of the other two yet.
"First vote..."
The long pause.
Fiore?
'FIORE'
Yep. She's gone.
'FIORE'
She is gone.
'HUNTER'
That's Fiore's handwriting.
'HUNTER'
OH!
OH MY GOD?!
WAIT ARE THEY ACTUALLY-?!
😲
MY JAW IS DROPPED.
OH MY GOD THEY ACTUALLY DID IT!!!
I DIDN'T THINK THEY WOULD!
HOLY SHIT, I THOUGHT HUNTER WAS GONNA STAY LONGER! HE HAD A PLOTLINE WITH ALLYSON!
THAT WAS A BLINDSIDE!
"Do y'all just hate winning challenges?!"
"Yes. Yes we do."
"I'm sorry dude, but we did what was best for our game."
Which is pretty fair.
I feel like both options help you.
On top of that Hunter is... kind of a merge beast.
"What's the point of a goodbye? I'm probably joining you soon anyway..."
Yeah, I'm shocked by this.
I thought these two were in it for the long run and we'd have to deal with their relationship drama the whole time.
But no. They dropped it in Episode 5.
Especially since the promotional stuff and the intro emphasized them fighting. You'd think that'd mean that's a major plot point.
But NO.
I'm shocked.
"Hey now. The Ally I know wouldn't give up on a game like that."
Awww.
See? He cares about you.
Awwww.
At least they made up.
XD
YEAH SUFFER BITCH. YOU DON'T GET BEAUTY SLEEP.
Oh?
What are you doing here?
Cliffhanger. Great. Love that. /s
Idk, I feel like that make up was bit rushed.
THEY WON ME OVER A BIT AT THE END THERE THOUGH.
I mean I get it, but also both of them just don't feel like the same characters from Season 2, ya know?
Shock to the system hearing that from me, cause you all know I love the messy characters at this point. But like, the ones I like are consistent, ya know? They were characterized and set up in their respective seasons to be that way, so it makes sense.
Hunter and Allyson are chill people. Idk.
Not saying they can never argue, but both of them have shown to be so calm under pressure in Season 2. And here they aren't.
They had targets on their backs ALL MERGE, and yet they were so calm under that amount of pressure!
I'm still not seeing the vision of what they're doing with Allyson.
Maybe with Hunter gone, she will, ya know, be more tolerable.
She's not completely pissing me off yet though. Still.
It's not that stress over hate comments is unrelatable or anything. I was pretty heavily emotionally abused from where I used to live myself. That can make you hot tempered. But she's not emotionally abused, it's Internet people that can't hurt her.
If anyone remembers when I used to hate on Dhar Mann (I still do), I actually got very nasty comments ALL THE TIME. And it led to me having anxiety attacks for two weeks straight.
But that was the worst reaction I ever got to an Internet comment, and that took two weeks time. Every other time since that I'm over it in like a day.
Even with hate comments I get sometimes, I'm over it in about an hour and it doesn't phase me anymore.
So... I HAVE been where she is. But it does not make sense to me that her type of character would have that issue.
It just kinda feels like "Hey look at her! She's relatable! SYMPATHIZE!"
Relatability does not equal a good character. It does not get points from me.
I do not relate to Grett or her struggles at all. This stuff never happened to me. But I still stan her. I especially do NOT relate to Riya at all! It would be very concerning if I did. But look at me still liking her.
I'm for her being an underdog on her team. If that's what the plan is.
She can gravitate towards her teammates, minus Fiore. I can see that happening.
If this team loses again, Fiore is gone. 100%. There is literally no reason for any of them to keep her longer than that.
I am willing to give Allyson's story a chance. It's only Episode 5. She can still win me over!
I DO NOT HATE HER. (YET.) I DON'T WANT TO. I WANT TO LIKE HER.
Unfortunately the Jello Alliance is exposed to everyone. Yes I'm calling them the Jellos cause it's funnier than 'the villains'.
I think they're gonna be okay though. Fiore won't be, but aside from that. It just seems like such a big deal and it's being established as this major threat that it can't just be dropped a few episodes in.
That doesn't make any sense to me, anyway.
Jello is important. They're gonna be important.
RIP Fiore. You are royally fucked.
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