#haha that's not gonna happen for awhile cause I need a break from this

[prismadog]

guess who just finished the refined line-art for their Jimnoth au...that's right, it's me, I got the character concepts drawn. they're still uncolored (and they'll probably remain that way for a long time, but hey, I got them drawn at least)

I also plan at a later date to make some posts regarding the characters' backgrounds, not seriously long posts like this (hopefully), but kinda just the basics like their family or empire - there is SO much that's locked up in my brain that needs to be spilled.

there's several images below - the full height chart plus close-ups - and I'm going to include some details below each image. this is going to be a bit of a long post, but hope y'all enjoy!

[from left to right] row 1: Shrub, Katherine, Joel, Fwhip, Gem, Joey, Sausage row 2: Pixlriffs, Pearl, Scott, Xornoth, Jimmy, Lizzie

Shrub - 4'3" / 129.5 Katherine - 5'4" / 162.6 Joel - 5'8" / 172.7

Shrub

Shrub has many scars from her childhood because she grew up in the Nether in a crimson forest. she was raised as a farmer but knew a good deal about fighting because a close friend used to be a warrior.

the piercings she has on her ears are made of gold - gold keeps piglins calm, though her earrings wouldn't have been enough. before coming to the Overworld, she had gold bands on her wrists.

the mushroom hat and boots are just for aesthetics because of where she grew up [these may be colored like the crimson mushrooms later on]. the gnomes of her village had mushroom accessories to help them blend in with their surroundings.

she has a very distinct lack of breasts due to her being a part of a very androgynous, "sexless" race - they still have the concept of gender but they don't have the male/female sexes. this means that Shrub essentially has pecs instead of breasts, very muscled ones because she is a tiny strong boi who could bench press an average man

Katherine

Katherine is a faerie with cat features - it is very common for the faeries of the Overgrown to have features of some sort of animal.

she walks around barefoot because she likes the feel of the grass on her feet, but also because it makes her feel grounded - she will wear shoes on occasion, specifically when she's going to other empires

Katherine has several piercings, something that was influenced by her childhood friend Scott - some are silver and some are gold.

the bands she wears are engraved with blessings from her people - long life, love, good will, strength, and courage. this is a common type of gift from one faerie to another.

due to her cat-eyes, she can see very well in the dark, and she has exceptional hearing thanks to her large ears.

Joel

Joel is a very chill guy who wears light, but very detailed clothing - those of Mezalea live in a hot and humid area and believe it would be suicidal to wear heavy clothing (like the real King of Mezalea on the youtubes)

he doesn't care much about shoes because he likes the feel of the clay and moss on his feet - he will however wear shoes on occasion if he's traveling to any cold biome (ie Scott's empire).

the symbol of his people and his empire is the Mother Tree [design was inspired by the Celtic tree of life] and he wears it proudly - it was the Mother Tree who allowed Mezalea to blossom and it was also the Mother Tree that breathed life into Joel himself [more on this later in a future post]

he is a bit on the thicker side due not only to how bountiful the food is in Mezalea - their main food source is horse - but also because he works a lot with large, heavy blocks of clay and moves statues around near-daily. [not shown] his hands and clothes are often stained with clay because he likes to sculpt figures and statues.

Fwhip - 5'10" / 177.8 Gem - 5'11" / 180.3

Fwhip

Fwhip is a mischievous guy that wears quite a bit of clothing for not only aesthetic but also out of necessity because of his work in the labs - the scarf was made by his (and his siblings') mother when he was little.

he, like his twin Gem and his little brother Sausage, have some form of dragon features because while their mother was human, their father was not - however, for much of Fwhip's life, he only had the horns, the wings came later on when the Grimlands blessed him with power when Xornoth tried to corrupt the land.

Fwhip broke his right horn in a lab accident when he was a teen - he thinks it makes him look badass.

[not pictured] he has some scarring in multiple places - burns and cuts - from various incidents during his experiments.

Gem

Gem wears thicker clothing because the Crystal Cliffs can get quite cold - any hats she may wear all have holes made in them to allow room for her horns.

unlike her twin, Gem does not have wings, but instead she has a near-endless supply of magic, something that neither of her bothers naturally possess - this was a point of contention between them all in their younger years.

the moon and stars she wears represent her empire of the Crystal Cliffs

she carries around a Wither Rose that's been preserved with magic - it's something that she and her brothers share, though they have their roses in safe-keeping in their homes.

Joey - 5'11" / 180.3 Sausage - 6'0" / 182.9

Joey

Joey is an avian with multi-colored wings [not shown] - his family is the only one in the Maztec empire that is avian, everyone else is a cat-person.

he is also fairly light, not bird-light, but just much lighter than the average person due to being an avian.

he wears very little, very loose clothing because 1) it makes him look hot as fuck and 2) the jungle he resides in is hot as fuck

the bands and other jewelry are common-place in the Maztec empire, as well as tattoos - tattoos are seen as a sign of strength and beauty, strength because it takes a strong person to endure the tattooing process and beauty because they're just into that.

the symbol that adorns all of Joey's clothing represents everlasting life - something his people worship unconditionally. the other symbol that sometimes accompanies the symbol of immortality [the flame/heart thing on the sash] represents the Eternal Flame, the Heart of the Maztec empire.

Sausage

Sausage, like his siblings, has dragon horns, though his are much smaller than theirs' because he's several years younger than they are - the three hellions of the Wither Rose Alliance are a few years older than one would assume.

the scar on his face was given to him in a training accident when he was a child - he almost lost his eye but thanks to the clerics and mages in Mythland, they were able to heal his eye.

he's a bit heavier than his siblings because Mythland loves their feasts and festivals, also he has quite a bit of muscle from how hard he trains with a sword.

the symbols on his gloves are a sign of his contract with Xornoth - he gave up his soul to the demon just as the demon gave their soul to Exor.

Pixlriffs - 6'0" / 182.9 Pearl - 6'4" / 193.0

Pixlriffs

Pixlriffs looks older than the other rulers, but that doesn't mean he's the oldest by any means, or does it? he plays the role of father to not only Pixandria but also his family/alliance members - Joel, Lizzie, and Jimmy.

he has lightning markings from his right hand down to his left foot - these aren't scars or tattoos but actually a blessing from the thunder gods marking him as their Champion. he is also blessed by the Goddess of Death and is Her prophet, though, he doesn't have any markings to represent that, not that he needs any. She instead gives him visions and a deep connection with the Vigil.

the clothing of Pixandria is simple, lightweight, and usually colored in neutral tones, specifically in the range of white to sand-colored. the designs are embroidered by hand and many include the symbol of Pixandria - the Death's-head Hawkmoth.

each of the charms and symbols on his clothing, minus the star on his headpiece and the copper symbol on his bands, are designs taken from the Death's-head Hawkmoth itself.

[extra fact] as well as beekeeping, Pixandria is home to Death's-head Hawkmoths and vultures, and both are seen as sacred creatures.

Pearlescent Moon

Pearl was originally a scarecrow built from cloth and straw, made by a lonely farmer who wanted to protect his crops. she spent many years protecting his fields and wished desperately to return the love the farmer had shown her through his tributes and gifts - the most extravagant being a simple pearl that he fashioned into a necklace.

the God of the Sun and of Life, granted her wish and she became the Guardian of the Harvest. from then on she watched over the farmer's fields, and later the fields of anyone who settled nearby. the people gave her the title "Queen" because they saw her as the protector and ruler of Guilded Hilanthia.

she has large golden wings that grew over time due to the magic in the land and the blessings of the Harvest. they, like the rest of her, are speckled from being under the sun for countless hours.

her clothes are very simple and light for ease of movement, whether she's strolling through the fields or protecting her lands and people from danger.

her symbols are the moon for the pearl around her neck, and sunflowers for her loyalty to her people and because it symbolizes the harvest.

Scott - 6'9" / 205.7 Xornoth - 6'9" / 205.7

Scott

Scott is an elf with large snowy owl wings, something that is fairly common in his family - there are other elves that have wings but they are the minority. unlike Joey, he is not an avian, he's just a winged elf.

the symmetrical golden antlers are a blessing from Aeor and mark Scott as His Champion.

beauty and fashion are very important to the elves of Rivendell and many will wear as much jewelry as they can. Scott is no exception - he has multiple piercings with glittering diamond charms, and to match his earrings, he had charms and jewelry crafted for his antlers.

the clothing of Rivendell is thick and trimmed in fur because while the elves are a hardy people, they can still get cold from living high up in the mountains. for most outfits, there are symbols of Aeor and Rivendell stitched into the clothing.

Scott, while being on the thinner side, is actually quite toned beneath the layers of warm clothing - he needs to be in order to support his large wings and fly with them.

Xornoth

Xornoth is currently a demon, though, they once were an elf just like their younger twin Scott. and like their brother, they once had snowy owl wings, but those were stolen by the God Exor - [not shown] there are ragged scars on Xornoth's back where their wings used to be.

Exor also blessed Xornoth with their own set of antlers, though unlike Scott's, their antlers are twisted and covered in thorn-like spines. after they were blessed by the dark god and became His Champion, their body twisted as well and transformed into that of a demon.

they have several piercings, a product of their previous life as an elf of Rivendell, though the jewelry they wear is far from fancy - it's just simple silver and gold. the bands they wear are engraved with their contract to Exor. the rings on their fingers are the only thing they kept after becoming Champion - the one on their left index finger is actually a gift from their brother.

Xornoth has many scars due to the hundreds of years they spent in exile in the Nether. they literally fought to survive, but was eventually able to become a force to be reckoned with that no resident of the Nether wanted to fight, save of course, for Shrub who's village was terrorized by the demon.

there's not many options to get new clothes so they wear a simple, stitched together skirt that they made with their own hands, not that they really care that much anymore about modesty. [I didn't wanna draw demon dick, hence, skirt]

Jimmy - 7'4" / 223.5 Lizzie - 8'0" / 243.8

Jimmy

Jimmy is one of two eggs remaining from a batch of hundreds - their parent was a mighty eldritch beast blessed by the Deity that ruled over the Ocean and the singular batch of eggs was a sign of their bond. sadly, the war between the gods Aeor and Exor killed their eldritch parent and crushed their seablings' eggs. he was raised by his elder sister, Lizzie, who hatched several years before he did.

[not shown] his hair is colored yellow to better fit in with the cod people but his actual hair color is a soft pink (much like Lizzie's minecraft skin), which goes well with the pearlescent pink scales that cover his body.

like his sister, he has quite a few scars gathered over the years from fights against the salmon, the worst one being the spiderweb scar over his left eye. this scar was one of the first he got, during the first salmon war when he was still a child, and because of it, he is actually blind in his left eye.

he's fairly muscular because swimming around in the ocean for hundreds, if not thousands, of years can really build up a person's body. though, he does actually have a bit of fat because the ocean is also a very cold place and fat is a natural defense against the cold.

his outfit is simple and lightweight, and fairly loose because he has the ability to transform his legs into a tail. he also has the ability to change his size, though it really only happens when he takes on his merfolk form [more on this in a future post]. he wears rain boots because 1) he thinks they're fashionable, 2) they're easy to take on and off, and 3) he lives in a swamp. as for his leggings, those were specially made for him and are designed to represent the Cod Empire.

he doesn't wear many accessories but what he does wear mean a lot to him - the cloth bracelet is stitched with symbols of his family/alliance - Lizzie, Joel, and Pixlriffs. the pins on his top and the buckle on his belt are gifts from the cod people, and the gold circlet on his head is a sign of his being the Cod Empire's ruler. the circlet is a direct replacement after the cod mask and helmet were stolen from him.

Lizzie

Lizzie is the eldest of the two remaining eggs from their parents, and has deemed herself Jimmy's guardian and caretaker - she did raise him from a hatchling afterall. she is actually the healthier of the two because during the destruction of the batch of eggs, Jimmy's was damaged and her's was not.

[not shown] her hair is sort of two-toned where soft pink gradiates into a soft blue. the scales that cover her skin are a pearlescent blue instead of pink like her brother's.

she's covered in scars from all the many years that she's lived in the oceans and fought off any dangers that would threaten her or her brother - the dangers in question are mostly from battles with the salmon that terrorize the ocean, but also fisherman and pirates.

because she's a merfolk, she doesn't have breasts like a human female would - there's no need for breasts, nor nipples to that extent, because merfolk hatch from eggs. she does, however, have what is essentially a nice set of pecs because she's very strong and gets quite the workout from swimming around the ocean.

her outfit is very loose and quite revealing because she, like many merfolk, doesn't really care much about being modest - they usually have tails anyway instead of legs so there's not really anything to hide. she really only wears shoes when she visits other empires, specifically those with more extreme biomes, ie, Rivendell, Pixandria, the Maztec empire, etc.

she doesn't wear much for jewelry but she does have a few pins - an axolotl and one from the Cod Empire. she also likes the fishing lures that she finds in the ocean - the hooks on the lures are filed down to a point where they're no longer dangerous. she does, however, have one main accessory that she cherishes and that's the cloth bracelet stitched with the symbols of her family/alliance - Jimmy, Joel, and Pixlriffs.

[variousqueerthings]

hiiii sorry to bother you with this ramble but i've been watching cobra kai mainly out of curiosity and the ups and downs i have felt when watching this show haha

i don't want to give this show a hard time, but it's so...yeah. of course i should've expected that going into the show, it's the reboot of the one movie from the 80s everyone and their mom knows of course it's not going to have the most philosophical questions but like....it both intrigues and enrages me in sooo many ways. Having just watched the sequels for the first time I was very surprised to find what it had to say about the cycle of violence and the somewhat unconventional masculinity in Daniel and...the showrunners seems to forget about all of that?

They seemed to sort of get it with the first two seasons where Johnny/the kids who walk into Cobra Kai walk out impacted in a way that the narrative doesn't see as rewarding which is really interesting! Only to...forget that? Once heavy metal starts playing, that's the cue that tells you "Oh yeah this is where the cool stuff happens! You should be rooting for them!" and I don't. I just kind of. sigh and let the scene happen

Oh and don't even get me started on how the writers seem incapable of writing the kids without having them in romantic relationships. I know they're in high school but like. It's tiring seeing these kids get together, then break up in two episodes -__- but that's just my thing with media

Ok one more thing cause I'm gonna keep rambling on and on: I really enjoyed Daniel taking Robby on as his student and just watching this kid have some sort of stability and guidance in his life was really nice so it was cruel of the writers to just rip that away (in my opinion)

Sorry for this long ramble, this show has definitely confused me but is somehow interesting enough to keep on watching

Can I just say I am somewhat enamoured that occasionally an anon will wander into my space and give me a little update on their various cobra kai and/or karate kid watches, makes me feel like we're all in this together.

And onto the message itself: everything you're saying is correct. Cobra Kai is a silly show, it's a show with many many flaws, it's a show that not only at times contradicts TKK character-building, but also its own emotional and thematic build, it's been my little "puts on clown suit and nose" show for the last couple of years, and it's one I'd never technically recommend, but for the fact that I am delighted by a great deal of it + the fandom (on tumblr -- venture into some other corners and you're reminded that the actual target audience is middle-aged straight guys who kin Johnny and think there's nothing deeper than "Daniel was the real bully" takes) has been a source of a lot of fun.

It was something that helped me during the pandemic + introduced me to some lovely people (including someone I have travelled to another continent to meet irl!)

What does this have to do with your message? Technically nothing, I just need you to know that I am both incredibly biased about my emotions around this show, because of all the real life stuff around it, and that I was very forgiving of it for quite awhile, up until s5 confirmed that yeah, the narrative that it seemed to be building up to (in its own flawed way) was uh... simply not occurring anymore.

Now I've moved past the stage of "oh okay, it's bad bad," and gone into "here's what I like," mode -- with no small degree of kvetching of course.

The way that I watch this show is on the basis of "take what you want, leave out the rest." Sometimes I'm not a fan of this approach, because it can leave out what actually works in favour of popular fanon headcanons (that can also make people who aren't into them feel excluded from cliquey spaces that dictate The Truth). But if the writing isn't up to snuff, I think it's only right to take a sledgehammer/scalpel/tool of your choice and Frankenstein that thing into proper shape!

The show has good bones -- the bones of The Karate Kid movies, and the actors (old and new) who are really into playing their roles and put a lot of work into it -- and it has good parts in its story too.

As for the rest *rolls up sleeves and gets'a'hammerin' and fixin'*

[justsquibby]

Squibby’s Magia Record updates

I did it I finally beat the despair levels

Well I did it a bit ago but I’ve been busy to like sit down and write a post about it lol.

So October 8th i defeated Patricia

Looking back I feel like I could probably lower the turns on this one. I wasn’t like 100% sure what I was doing at the beginning of the month lol. The memos need adjusting I feel like perhaps more damage memos or something idk. I also wish i had toyo but like gotta use what I got!

Then on October 22nd I defeated Gertrud!

Ya know… what even is a forest unit? Who needs em. Just brute force light units that nom up status ailments!

So uh why I am a well fed whale I do not have access to the whole Buffet 😭 and that would be forest. Like Fire and Water aren’t my strongest either but my notable forest units are Alina and holy Alina…. And i tried throwing in a forest girl or some random 1 slots, did try my 1 slot KonoHazu but they just weren’t cutting it idk. but I didn’t know going in iroha would be the mvp here or I would have just tossed her personal and added some more damage memos or magia damage or something

But I also want to say I could not have beaten either of these without scene0 makdoka like wowza. Super glad I had a mental break down one night and rolled for her cause I wanted to feel an ounce of joy in that moment and madoka makes me happy lolol. And I got her! Lucky me haha.

Uhhh what else has happened in game uh kimochi! Got 6th and the group name (I think) translates to “elixir syndrome!” And I think that’s a kick ass name 😎

And then other than that there is new Halloween event! I haven’t done evils yet but I’m not gonna try and do quickest turns I’ll just magia spam haha.

I like putting a single ticket into every banner just cause ya never know! might get em. It’s happened twice sooooo it can happen again! But nothing this time for main account.

but I put 4 ten pulls into the side account and lo and behold I got em soooooo side account stays winning lol.

Oh and the single day pulls on main account have brought me yuna’s last slot and UI’s second slot and if I wasn’t ONE destiny crystal away from 5 full crystals I wouldn’t care but it’s like the game is teasing me at this point lol. Please give me the 5th one game

Also RIP to the October auto-mirrors. I know Auto mirrors will return again (I have hope!!!) but it seems they are just gonna delay it for awhile since she broke twice lol. But ugh I was looking forward to it… and also now I have to wait longer for the innocent gem lmaooooo.

But Okay! I think that's it. Until next time!

[campbluelake]

Wrapped Up In Silence, All Circuits Are Dead | Ch4 Voting End (2/3)

“So that’s how it is, huh? Well, let’s see what happened.”

Ranger Buddy fades away, and the fire roars to life, presenting the events leading up to Leon’s death for all to see...

The vision opens with Hibiki, sitting up in bed, immediately reaching for a pen and some paper.  A montage shows him sketching, then concepting, then painting, a portrait of seemingly unrelated shapes– a can of pineapple juice, and what is unmistakably an action figure of Son Goku, of Dragon Ball fame.  The can and the figure both have mushrooms sprouting from them.  Hibiki seems to not understand what this means, but keeps the painting hidden all the same.

As the scene fades, it is immediately illuminated with Ranger Buddy, attempting to announce the motive through random breaks in the walkie-talkie.  Shortly after the motive is announced, Hibiki finds Ranger Buddy, asking him if killing someone would return all of his lost memories.  Ranger Buddy agrees that it would.

And so, the stage is set.  Hibiki pieces together the puzzle: in order to restore his memories, he is going to have to kill Leon.  His dreams are prophetic, after all.  To begin the process, he burns the painting in the kiln before anybody can see it, and cleans out the art cabin’s paintbrushes to avoid any sort of trail.  The smell of turpentine would linger for several days.

Of course, Hibiki needs a plan.  So he looks in the nature cabin, taking a nature guide with him out into the woods to see what he could possibly use.  He observes that the rains have caused a plethora of different mushrooms to bloom, but it’s near Yua’s car where he finds his weapon of choice.  Death cap mushrooms, growing in abundance, are easily plucked from the ground and stored in a jar for later use.  Having a successful haul, Hibiki discards the nature guide under the car.

As fate would have it, he finds Leon in the kitchen later that day, cooking a semi-successful meal, only to drop it all on the ground.  As he’s cleaning it up, Hibiki offers to make him a sandwich.  Leon, none the wiser, agrees to it, as he wants to avoid wasting any more food.

Hibiki prepares some ingredients for the sandwich, slipping two mushrooms out of the jar while Leon is distracted.

"Dude...!!!  This is SO GOOD!!  How did you DO THAT??"

"Oh, you know... plenty of practice. And living alone."

"... Relax, dude!!  With a sandwich this good, there's no way I was gonna give you a bad review!!”

"Oh, I'm relieved to hear that... sometimes I cook so awful my friends accuse me of poisoning them, haha."

"Aw, whaaaat, really??  Well, if this was what you were making for them, it'd be worth it.  Best dang sandwich I've had in awhile."

"Well... I'll leave you to it. I need to get back to painting.  Oh... and don't mention me cooking to anyone else. They might start thinking I've gone soft in the ol' noggin'."

By this point, you surely know what happens next.  But the show must go on.

Hibiki observes from afar– being Leon’s neighbor, it’s easy to monitor that he’s clearly come down with what seems to be a particularly stubborn stomach bug.  It’s so easy to watch him shudder when he thinks nobody’s looking as he trudges back to his cabin.  It’s almost criminal how smoothly things go from this point.  Hibiki monitors the progress, writing down a note of how the poison is working.

Only, it seems to stop working. Hibiki, unaware of the telltale false comeback of death cap poisoning, sees Leon still leaving his cabin.  Still socializing.  Still… flirting with Warrick in front of Kyousuke's cabin?  Something's gone wrong.  He needs a new plan, so he begins to brainstorm. 

You know, of course, that Leon hadn't recovered at all, due to the journal he managed to keep.  His condition deteriorated as he began to experience delirium, which was largely disguised by the motive.  Constant malaise interrupted his sleep, making it impossible to ignore that something was wrong.  But there was little he could do without a proper hospital, so he hoped that sleeping it off would make it go away.

On the night of the murder, Leon had managed to fall asleep before nightfall–  and stay asleep for several hours, before getting up at around 10:30.  He returns to the cabins shortly after, but at this point in his cognitive decline, he'd started forgetting which cabin was his.  He stumbles into Cabin 8, startling Hibiki.

"... Where… is this my, my, my cabin…"

“I… no, I can’t say that it is. Why are you here?”

"There's, a man, a man, who, who um… He visits my, c-cabin… I can't… find him…" 

“Oh, Warrick? Hm, well, he… he just dropped by to tell me he’s waiting for you at the carnival! At the Old Mill! Yes, that’s right! He has a fun surprise for you… I can take you there if you want me to. Just… hold on tight for a second!”

Hibiki, knowing that he cannot pass up this opportunity, excuses himself to grab some things before they depart for the carnival.

He stops by the tool shed, grabbing a jerrycan and the supply of matches, before returning to Leon.

Hibiki then walks Leon to the kitchen, where he asks him to wait outside.  He then rushes in, digging out a water bottle from the cabinets.  He locates a container of pineapple juice, nearly emptying it into the water bottle.  Once equipped, he emerges and informs Leon that it's important to stay hydrated while walking.  Leon in his delirious state does not think to question this, or why Hibiki is carrying around a can of gasoline.

Eventually, the two arrive at the carnival, and Hibiki directs Leon to the Old Mill ride.  The two of them climb into the boat, and Hibiki begins pouring gasoline down the diorama while they ride.

Shortly into the ride, Hibiki hands Leon the water bottle, who then starts drinking it without question.  Leon doesn't realize why, about a minute later, he finds himself struggling to breathe, but he knows that the epi-pen he carries around should help. 

With a smile, Hibiki takes the epi-pen, under the guise of helping Leon administer it.  However, he simply throws it into the water, rendering it useless as it breaks under the boat.

At this point, about halfway through the ride, Hibiki steps out of the boat, knowing that death is imminent.  Leon attempts to follow him, asking why he did that, losing his balance and falling into a display on the diorama.  Hibiki watches this, pouring the remaining gasoline on himself and Leon.

Leon attempts to crawl back towards the entrance, but stops as he feels something wet on his skin.  He looks up, seeing  Hibiki dropping a lit match on himself and bursting into flames, immolating them both. After all, thanks to his deal with a devil, Hibiki cannot be hurt by fire, and he wants to make absolutely sure Leon won’t walk out of here alive. Fool him once. 

While Leon tries and fails to scream for help with a swollen throat, before succumbing to his necrotic organs that fail to withstand the stress of the fire, Hibiki continues walking through the diorama toward the back of the ride, as the rest of it catches fire behind him.  Once he approaches the back, the camera snaps and takes a photo of his burning form.

He discards what remains of his burnt clothes, and heads to the showers to wash off, leaving behind puddles and soot.  He dries off with a towel, leaving it sooty and gray from some hair dye washing off, and then returns to his cabin before Ranger Buddy can put forth the evacuation order. 

[theheraldsrest]

“Inquisitor bringing back a dragon egg and claiming it as their own child”

Yeeeaaahh It’s been a bit since we’ve made any posts. Our schedules have cleared up a bit and we should be able to post more, and this time on an actual schedule. I’ll be posting on Mondays-Tuesdays and Cabot will be posting on Wednesdays. Here you go, our first ask back!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-”No no no NO! Absolutely not! We are not going to be raising a DRAGON in Skyhold! A dragon destroyed Haven, and that one wasn’t even on our side! How in the name of the Maker are you going to train that thing?! This is absolutely ridiculous, what are you thinking?! How-”

-You have to survive his rant first but, to be fair, he has good reason to worry

-If you keep it, he doesn’t argue with your decision, but you have noticed that Skyhold is being more fortified, people are being the taught on how to “take care” of a dragon, while others are being taught how to actually take care of a dragon

-Cullen sees this turning out two ways: One, this could actually be a great benefit to the Inquisition or Two, the Inquisitor has finally gone insane and this is just the Maker’s way of punishing Cullen for existing

Josephine

-”Haha, very clever joke, Inquisitor! You actually had me there for a moment! Hahaha...ha...he...you’re not joking, are you? Oh Maker…”

-Takes a lot of convincing to get her to actually allow you to keep it. Is even a little proud that you made a list of pros and cons

-Tries to even change your mind with other “pet” ideas. Just do what Leliana’s done and get pet nugs. They’re vicious enough if you train them. Or mabari, mabari are good pets, love cuddles. Or how about-?

-Is ever so slightly curious about how this will turn out though, even hires people who are dragon experts to help make sure it’s safe and well taken care of

Leliana

-”A dragon? That...actually could be very resourceful.”

-Unlike her co-workers, she finds this to be a rather interesting and fun idea that could really help the inquisition

-Does pass along notes about its growth to researchers and caregivers. Kinda wants to help in the process of raising and training it. How different can it be from nugs?

-Very. Very different. Nugs don’t breathe fire, for one.

Vivienne

-”Put it back, dear. We don’t need to add on another dangerous creature with horrible, destructive capabilities to our little group. We already have Cassandra.”

-It’s like a very tired mother telling their child to put back the puppy. The fire breathing, 200 ton puppy.

-Keeps talking about your image, trying to raise such a thing after the several encounters you’ve had with dragons ended with you almost dead

-Actually, no, go right ahead. She’d love to see what’d happen. Don’t worry, you’ll do fiiiine.

Varric

-*Currently having Vietnam flashbacks* “Please no.”

-He’s kinda split. On one hand, he doesn’t want to deal with this. On the other, imagine the stories he could write

-He thinks he needs to stop telling dragon jokes because the first time he said he had expected Corypheus to pull a dragon out of his ass and he did. Made the same joke about the Inquisitor…

-Comes to like the idea when he sees the Inquisitor treating it like a mabari. Who’s a good, man-eating, electricity-breathing dragon? Yes it’s you!

Cole

-”Your child? But...it’s a dragon? How do you make it your child? It’s rather big. Warm and happy, it doesn’t know about the outside yet or what’s waiting for it...I think you’d make a great mother dragon.”

-He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. (Get it? No? Ok, I’ll see myself out) He has no problems with this

-It actually helps a lot that Cole can tell you if he's upset or not happy. Gives you an idea of the mood swings it has

-Cole is confused on why you keep calling it ‘one’ of your children. Who are the rest? Varric puts emphasis on Kid when he’s talking to Cole.

Solas

-*Solas Disapproves*

-What could go wrong? He has a list. What if it doesn’t listen? What if it’s uncontrollable? How do you expect to raise it? What are you even going to feed it? People? Your enemies? Where are you going to keep it? What if it causes more damage than the one Corypheus had? What if-?

-If he can’t convince you to put it back, he does try to help you with it. Hell, (if your inquisitor drank from the Well) you were able to control the ancient dragon, this one shouldn’t be much harder

-He gives it pet names, favors calling it names associated to the type it is. For example, a fire one would be nicknamed Little Burner or Little Light, a cold one would be Frost or Snowflake.

Cassandra

-*Cassandra Greatly Disapproves*

-Makes you put it back, she doesn’t even want to hear the ridiculous reasoning for why you want it as a ‘child’. You already have destructive children and their names are Varric, Sera, Bull, and Cole.

-There is absolutely no way in whatever realms that exist is she going to allow this to happen, the absolute absurdity of the whole idea is- Somehow you got it to Skyhold and it’s name is now Fluffy.

-Maker, give her strength to put up with you. She might see you as a great leader, but sometimes you can make some really stupid decisions.

The Iron Bull

-”This is one of the most dangerous ideas I’ve ever heard. Can I help raise it?”

-You don’t even have to ask, he’s helping to carry the egg, talking about different ways it could be used whether for battle or for intimidation

-He’s dedicating his time to this creature and has actually done some reading up on how to properly care for it

-If you’re not careful, it starts to think Bull’s it’s mother, following him around and chirping. The Chargers have taken to calling him Mama Bull. 

Dorian

-”That’s a brilliant idea, Inquisitor! And after that, we’ll go raise Corypheus from the dead and ask him to join us for afternoon tea! Oh, why not invite my mother as well! Why not just summon Andraste herself?!”

-Safe to say, he thinks this is one of your worst ideas. But he’s not gonna stop you. What? It’s gonna be funny watching you try and raise this creature

-Said he wanted nothing to do with it, but still comes around to make sure you haven’t killed it. And that it’s properly being covered. And that you’re not breaking it.

-He adores it, though, once it’s born. Won’t admit it, but the baby talk gives it away

Sera

-”This. Is going to be. The BEST joke. Ever!”

-Keep Sera away from it, she’s almost broke it several times, either by trying to carry it or rapping her knuckles against it

-It’s like a little kid waiting for their baby sibling to be born: she’s drawn pictures of it eating people and taking a shit on nobles, she keeps talking about what all they can do with a dragon on their side including blowing stuff up

-Has nicknamed it PeeWee. No reason whatsoever.

Blackwall

-*very deep sigh* “Please, please say you’re joking.”

-You’re not joking? Andraste, he’s too old for this. It’s like the Inquisitor is trying to give him a heart attack wherever he goes

-He doesn’t really give his opinion but you do see him give the egg a weary look every once in awhile

-Comes to actually enjoy the little thing, feeding it bits of food because ‘it gave me the look’ or petting it and telling it that it’s very handsome/beautiful

[commander-diomika]

[Image ID: Screenshot of a tumblr reply from user @weareallfromearth ​​ saying “Holy shit I would V much like to know what you’d do with ZolfWilde.” End ID]

This was in response to me tag rambling that if Alex “I don’t Actually Have That Much Experience in Courtship” Newall and Ben “I just Realised I’m Too Straight For This” Meredith don’t know what to do with Zolf/Wilde, they should hand the ship over to me. 

*rubs my gay little hands together.*

I initially characterized them offhandedly as Enemies-to-Lovers but that’s not quite it, is it? On reflection I would say it’s more of an Opposites Attract situation.

Oscar Wilde, as re-imagined in the RQG universe, is a homme fatale; a dangerous, attractive man, skilled in encouraging people to underestimate him, wearing different masks, never quite being able to trust or be trusted by anyone.

There is NO personal/professional line for Wilde. He lives his work, and his work is subterfuge and interpersonal manipulation. (whether or not he started this way in his field as a journalist, or was forced to become this way by the changes in his world, is another post.) He is a person who either cares very deeply what people think of him, or is has decided that manipulating what people think of him is the way to get what he wants, and from the outside it makes no difference.

Zolf Smith does not care what people think of him. He isn’t even skilled at being kind and empathetic to people he cares about; he has no time for emotional manipulation or genuine charm. He doesn’t even have a fantastic grasp on his OWN feelings, let alone other people’s. He’s grounded, disinterested in frippery or appearances. Which is why Zolf and Wilde started out so deeply at odds with one another.

Despite the differences in the interpersonal approaches, they have plenty of common ground.

They are both deeply dedicated to a cause. They care about their work to the exclusion of all else. They are both pragmatists who have their own internal moral code, and are willing to bend or break other people’s rules in order to get the job done. They are fundamentally good people. Despite their rocky beginnings, they can respect each other because of these things.

And they might have maintained their mutually disdainful, begrudgingly respectful working relationship and that could have been the sum total... Except then the world fell apart. The Meritocratic organisation was initially compromised, then disintegrated. The blue vein plague isolated everyone and made it even harder to trust supposed allies. The Cult of Hades was on everyone’s ass making their life difficult, the other PCs disappeared off the face of the planet. Zolf and Wilde ended up in a situation where they had no one else they could trust.

Familiarity breeds contempt, but maybe if the contempt is already there, it builds Something Else. Wilde was stripped of his magic in a way that made it much harder for him to keep people at a distance and (pardon the pun) project the illusion of the debonair playboy. Zolf would have had the chance to see through Wilde’s masks, and get a better understanding of what parts of Wilde were a calculated tactic, and what was his genuine self.

Whatever betrayal transpired that gave Wilde his scar and hardened him, Zolf was privy to. He was either there and saw it happen, or he was close enough in the aftermath to see Wilde properly vulnerable for the first time in their friendship. Hell, maybe Zolf was the one who rescued him and patched him up. That was a chance for Zolf to realise that this insufferable man is a friend who he cares about deeply. At this point, he’s cared for awhile, but has been too wrapped up with his own spiritual difficulties to have space to admit that to himself.

And Wilde, oh Wilde, he’s desperate to be seen and known and loved, but he’s never allowed himself. He’s never felt SAFE to. He doesn’t let people get close, treats every conversation as a battle to be won. His safety and his power lies in being admired, but never loved. So even as trust and fondness for Zolf blossoms within him, he won’t for a second allow himself to hope that the fondness is reciprocated

With all that out of the way, this is my version of events.  

Wilde is a slut (affectionate), and Zolf is gray-ace, so if there’s any bridging of that gap in terms of physical intimacy, it has to be from Zolf’s side. Giving canon a tender massage into place, that first instance of Zolf grabbing Wilde by the collar changes. (This happens on the Vengeance after Zolf has taught Wilde to steer the ship). Zolf drags Wilde down to say “I’m glad to see you perked up.” That moment now involves a whiskery kiss on Wilde’s cheek, and the man would be absolutely FLOORED by it.

I’m talking slow-mo glittering lights as Zolf stomps off blushing, unsure what just came over him; Wilde touches his cheek in bewilderment for a stretched moment before realising he’s completely agog, and he let go of the wheel for a dangerous length of time. Every interaction, every moment they’ve spent together over the last two years is flashing before Wilde’s eyes and a new context is being applied rapid fire. I’m talking the italacised oh kind of moment.

(on top of Zolf being witness to The Betrayal, throw some other moments of almost-intimacy into said flashbacks. I’m talking late nights, Zolf doing his gruff-yet-kind caretaker thing, cooking for Wilde, maybe sharing quiet and rare downtime with Zolf reading a Campbell novel on a couch in Wilde’s office)

Wilde is realising, “Oh this is allowed, oh this is reciprocated, this is possible.”

And of course they don’t talk about it, because what’s a slowburn if they immediately go and TALK about their feelings? No, the kiss goes completely unremarked upon, and Wilde continues to needle and tease and get under Zolf’s skin, except now with an added warmth in his eyes because he finally gets it. He finally understands that Zolf cares, that Zolf loves him, he’s just not the kind of dwarf that knows how to express it.

And Zolf, frustrated by feelings he can’t express but is beginning to understand, can hear the undertone of “haha, you looooove me,” shining through Wilde’s deliberate antagonism. They continue their time on the Vengeance just a little easier and closer to one another.

And we continue on to the death/resurrection arc, and Wilde’s spirit pushes for Zolf to open up about his feelings, because if not when he’s literally past death’s door, then when? When Zolf finally manages his “I need you,” it’s like a dam has broken for both of them. The second collar-grab and “We’ll go on a holiday or somethin’,” is now followed by a full kiss on the lips, not particularly erotic but passionate, (it’s the epitome of kissing someone to shut them up) and Wilde makes a surprised and delighted squeak that he would be glad he can’t quite remember when he returns to land of the living.

Once returned, Wilde might not remember everything that his spirit said or did, but he remembers the kiss. The comfort and ease that the two of them share in 179 (Eat Drink and Be Merry) is there, only instead of the two characters still being in a place of questioning their feelings for one another, it’s been answered.

Whether or not this relationship is sexual in nature is kind of up to you and what kind of fan works you like to read/write. I think there are wonderful scenes to be written an explored in many directions.

Wilde allowing himself to enjoy sex for intimacy and closeness instead of using it as a tool/ Zolf not being one for sex but Wilde’s never slept more soundly than when he’s being held in Zolf’s arms/ Zolf realising that the unfamiliar feeling he’s been struggling to express is the desire to rail Wilde til he cries/ Wilde realising that if his partner doesn’t want it from him, he’s actually quite content without sex/ The two of them being mean, antagonistic bastards to each other while fucking but Make It Kink (of the trusting and RACK kind). There really isn’t a single bad interpretation.  

So really, I’m not doing anything different with them other than reading between the lines, giving canon a little nudge, and sticking the landing. This isn’t to disparage the concept of queer platonic partners. (I’ve got one!) or to talk shit about Ben or Alex (I DO respect their craft).

It’s just to say I find these two characters , and everything they’ve been through, PAINFULLY romantic, tropey, and delightful. I’m looking forward both to how Ben and Alex play the QPP, the fanworks I’m gonna read and hopefully write, and the inevitable tragedy that you KNOW Alex is gearing up for.

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

seungmin x reader | part seven of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & angst

↬ warnings; obviously pregnancy, talk of sex/condoms, talk of morning sickness, cursing, child-birth

↬ notes; i feel like my mental health is getting worse and it has been really hard to be positive but i finished this awhile ago, never posted it! just thought to post it today since i just reached 500 followers,, tysm everyone for the support on my posts and following me for content,, i’m waiting for enhypen debut rnnn, it’s really one of the only things keeping me happy n ready. my bias is jungwon :) he’s so adorable n cute i can’t wait + i hope to start writing for enhypen soon when i feel better,, ty guys <3

the night was a one night stand

seungmin had no plans to see you after, you already gone by the morning so it made no different what he wanted afterwards

so with his number in your phone, you decided that texting him would be the best

you texted him your address, asking him to meet with you after u addressed who you were

the best maybe after twelve, seeing as how from nine to eleven you would be occupied with the toilet bowl, the morning sickness really weighing on you

hes there, ready to talk, looking great

ur just there in a t-shirt and sweatpants with slightly messy hair

you seat him on ur couch, pacing in the kitchen before actually beginning to talk

“it broke, or maybe you forgot. i don’t know but you, you got me pregnant.”

i honestly see seungmin being really innocent in this and he’s just made a bad decision which resulted in a baby

“wh-what? no, i used.. i..”

it dawns on him that he can’t remember slipping on a condom before

he’s turned white as a sheet, probably feeling more ill than you

he does the math, figuring you’re around two months, you’re not that far along obviously

“we don’t have to do this, you hardly know me.”

hes shaking his head quickly, “nono, i wanna.. i may never get this chance again. i might not ever meet someone again, so, if it’s with you? i’m fine with that.”

seungmin was there for the next appointment, fully supportive and stepping up

hes scared but so excited

he also moves out of the dorms, raising flags, but he keeps assuring everyone that he was just getting a change of scenery

he claims he got a dog but uh, there isn’t one

he actually moves in with u, an apartment that wasn’t too far away from the dorms and he will time to time spend the night if they need him to

ur actually really understanding of his career and u admire his adjustment

late night with him where u two go to a twenty-four hour convenience store and buy every junk food possible

u also acquired strange cravings such a pineapple and cream cheese or kimchi and chocolate sauce

that night however u rly had a craving for cheese and cheese only

it doesn’t last however, from three to five you are in the bathroom hunched over

he?? isnt?? actually?? the worst partner to get pregnant from a one stand with?????????????????????????????????????????

he’s pretty much a sweetheart

bless everyones heart though when they find out about you

“this is my friend, we are.. having a uh, baby!”

haha surprise...

u swore that jisung’s breath was lost when he said that

chan is fucken freaking out about this

“we’re gonna be uncles!”

everybody screaming and cheering which was a good sign

ur days are average and u guys just act like friends

friends having a baby lmfao

it’s a fine line between dating and not dating

seungmin reaaalllyy likes you but he has this bit of guilt in him for getting you pregnant

ur the one who uprooted your life and ur gonna have a kid for the rest of ur life with him and he’s still living his and doing what he loves

seungmin heart eyes motherfucker when u come to a concert, just there to see him n see what he does for a living

u guys get this cute ass picture of everyone lmfao i just imagine the boys and seungmin standing around and posing with ur small bump

he doesn’t get to go to every single appointment, so his first appointment he went to was when you were around six and a half months

he’s super excited and just super nervous

so many expecting moms its crazy

when your name is called and you two go back, he’s jumping out of his seat and going back with you

the doctor applies the gel on your stomach, the rounded bump sticking out prominently

his hand clasps around yours, fingers laced with yours and he gives you a warm smile

the screen flickers on and theres your baby

it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen

he can clearly see the legs and arms, theres the head!!! he can make out the toes and fingers

then u guys get to hear the heartbeat together

it’s so strong and he just,, wow.. this is real 😣

ur bearing his child, your guys’ baby,, he can hardly believe it

then the doctor asks if u two want to know the gender

“yeah.” 🥺🥺🥺

ofc u could’ve known before but u didn’t know if seungmin wanted to find out or wait n u just would feel guilty if u went ahead

he was rly trying to be as involved as possible, he had a busy schedule and u two weren’t even dating and this whole thing was happening secretly

they turn the monitor for you two to look at, pointing around

“there they are, we have a baby boy.”

seungmin is so taken aback, this all is so .. unreal for him

he’s ready to get the disc with ur ultrasound footage n the heartbeat but also the ultrasound photos 🥺 he’s so in love with your baby boy

u two are just sitting in the office after, ur wiping off ur belly n he’s just like

“i’m in love with you. you and our son — i know, we agreed to co-parenting and no feelings but,” his voice is so strained n he’s just so fragile n so utterly raw, “i couldn’t help it.”

ur fact at first is just frozen and slightly shocked

then ur like 😮🥺😣

“no, cause i was thinking the same exact thing.”

that seals the deal for u two pretty much, ur both emotional wrecks in the exam room

theres the boyfriend and girlfriend dynamic now — seungmin and you sleeping cuddled together

it wasn’t like you two didn’t cuddle before,, but it would usually end up with seungmin silently creeping out of bed or you softly removing his arm or you leaving him gently

u rely on him more, the final trimester hard on you and ur so exhausted and hurting

u two getting the nursery ready together which actually consists of u sitting down rather than actually doing anything

though u will have to teach this boy how to put away bibs and fold baby clothes

u two are young and u both have a lot of explaining to do to your own families, but they are supportive

they r more than happy to teach u two about children and giving tips on these things

blue nursery with lil teddy bears around and its just the cutest, props to room designer seungmin 🤓

baby boy is so stubborn, you’re past your due date and you both want him out

you two try a shit ton of things

name it all: pineapple, spicy foods, raspberry tea, daily walks around the block, literally everything

everything except for the obvious that had been recommended by your obgyn

sex.

both of you two hadn’t really explored in the topic of sex or anything of the sort, it was slightly awkward

you’re five days overdue now, which now you couldn’t even care

“please..! they said it works, even our ob said so!”

he is so cautious about this, but begrudgingly decides to proceed with this idea

he’s so sweet 🥺 but maybe a little too sweet because next thing you know is that two short hours later ur water breaks and u are in labor!!!!

both of you are vv nervous

his hyungs are right there to calm him down, asking you if ur okay and if u need anything

they rly adore their lil minnies baby mama & their lil nephew

seungmin is big daddy deffo

he’s so attached to u 🥺 it hurts to see u in so much pain and he can’t do much to take it away, but he will kiss ur forehead and wipe ur tears away

he personally finds u so angelic as u are quite literally coated in sweat and nearly breaking his hand

it’s finally over, you and seungmin both turning to the tiny baby that just came into the world, both of u crying while laughing at the beet red baby

theres your little baby boy in your arms, squirming at the new coldness and trying to move around in the blanket

all of the boys come in, excited to meet the baby

in amazement you made this adorable, small baby after one night

this experience was everything and more to you both, so glad you weren’t as careful one night and now had the greatest gift given to you: your small son who slept soundly in your arms

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S2 WISHFUL THINKING

hey hi hello! i haven’t really been active on tumblr but i wanted to get back into the swing of being active and posting often. so.

i decided i will take note of some of my predictions, hopes, wishes etc. for Season 2 of Rainbow High!

so i kinda wanna just cover the things we canonically have seen aka specific events and drama that has gotten introduced

- The New Roommates / Series 3 Girls

i feel like we will definitely see more of them within the coming episodes. rainbow high literally advertised the new teams as like… i think the second or third teaser for the new season

it’s interesting to me because. this makes me think of What The Runway Project is? what could it possibly be? i believe i made a post about this in the past but the main theory (and theory i believe the most in) would be a Stage Production of sorts. i mean… it makes sense!

the twins are both Performing Arts focus and are definitely the antags this season. so why wouldn’t they cause trouble in regard to a stage play? plus, bella is back. she’s literally a set designer! we have never seen her do any set designing (other than making a sketch) so it would be fun to see that! if river were to get more focus this season, he would definitely have an outlet to channel his Performing Arts creativity! plus… Daria is a song writer so like. imagine if we were to get music out of that? please. the possibilities are endless.

im also eager to see the series 3 girls dynamics. like are the rest of the girls (gabriella, georgia, emmy and daphne) all roomed together? do they get along? will they all be just as dramatic as stella, sheryl and daria’s dynamic?

but anyway. whatever the drama and the semester project is, the new teammates definitely seem to be playing a crucial role in this season.

- The Twins

i’m actually really eager to see more of them. i feel like not enough people are talking about them? season 2 is actually really interesting so far…. maybe more so than season 1… and i feel like we are going to have to thank the twins for that at some point lol

like. idek what they’re planning on doing but. i’m excited to see what it is! they’ll probably be involved in the semester project or at least causing problems to all of the roommates and teams. they’ll definitely have something going on with bella. and it seems that they have a good bond with karma (after the KWK we got). so maybe they’ll have input in any potential drama with Karma. which leads me to

- Karma VS. Violet

so. this drama has been teased at for like. ever. for what feels like forever.

this moment in Karma’s bio PLUS the commentary about violet from her and the twins in the recent KWK episode. but anyway. i’m actually super interested in whatever this drama could be??? like. why is karma watching.

we know violet adores karma, she really wants to have her in the vi life. so i’m sure she basically looks up to her! but like. will karma actually genuinely be nice with violet? keep a distance? make remarks like she did in her recent vlog? i don’t know. idk what to expect. of course it’ll have to do with vlogging or something.

- Bella

ok so there is a few things to note with bella. i’m still interested in if bella will accept to do an interview with Karma for her vlog? if so, i wonder how that would go. and i wonder how violet would feel about it. like the very last time bella was featured in vi’s vlog was on a bad note (even though they made up) but like. idk AAA

also i’m wondering how bella is gonna handle being back to rainbow high. because so far it seems she’s having trouble fitting in. will the key to her fitting in be Jade? will Jade help her figure everything out? or would it be someone else?

as much as i’d love Jade to be the reason Bella starts to feel more at home, i also love the other idea of Amaya being the reason bella feels comfortable again. Amaya was once the new girl (and of course in an awkward position because she was essentially a replacement for bella’s spot in the runway group) but. she didn’t fit in. she had to find her place at rainbow high… and it took her until the runway show to be able to truly feel comfortable.

and like. i’ve been rooting for bella/amaya dynamic for awhile now. i see a lot of potential in this duo. we know they somewhat have tension. i mean. bella had a really awkward confrontation with amaya and that was rly their first and last conversation. sure they’ve been around each other like in the music video, at the end of s1, and when bella walked into the girls dorm s2ep2 but like. that’s it.

SO ANYWAY. what i’m trying to get at is that these two definitely need to become friends. i mean. they have a LOT in common. i was talking about the new girl situation because i feel like they can relate in that way. they both had an awkward entrance into rainbow high and could bond over that. it took amaya awhile to feel at home at rainbow high… so maybe she could become friends with bella and help her feel at home! they’re both very determined leader types. they’re really passionate and! they have the same friend group! so why not become friends?

- Jade and Bella

of course i will wonder about these two! i have no clue what to expect with them. the fandom and myself are really really really wanting to see these two become a canon sapphic couple. i really want to see this happen! and mga knows this. mga knows we want to see jella happen. i mean, they literally snatched the ship name from us and plastered it into their vlogs. so they KNOW

anyway. these two are literally going through it rn. the way jade’s eyes lit up when she saw bella was back at rh. and now both of them are looking for each other and worried about each other. jade thinking bella is mad at her rn? please. i will sob. they are really holding off this jella reunion but i hope it’s for a good reason. i just want them to talk and have a good reunion… a hug……. happy tears, happy smiles…………..a love confession…

- Amaya

so i don’t really have much to say here but i’m just wondering about amaya this season. she’s definitely been advertised so much to the point that she essentially became like. THE main focus in season 1. this peeved some people but personally i loved amaya being like a sort of main character figure. she didn’t really take attention away from the other characters but also had that energy of being a main character anyway.

my point is, though, idk how she will play out in this season? like is she going to be as much of a main character as the main 6 are…. or will she play a bigger role? i have no clue. it seems bella is going to have a key focus this season, which makes sense, but it still just makes me wonder about amaya’s role this season

- Colin

i just hope this man does not get a development arc. i know some people want him to…. but i just. i don’t. i don’t understand. the point of him existing was to show that cheating is wrong and to display girl power. by teaching that skyler didn’t need a man to prove her worth. that she is her own person. her own strength! i really hope that colin and bella don’t have anything omfg.

- Winter Break

i’m really. REALLY excited for the winter break arc. it’s about time we get to see some backgrounds outside of rainbow high! plus the animated tidbits of ruby, sky, and violet in their wb outfits in the wb commercial was everything.

i’m so excited to see their new hairstyles, to see them with their snow gear and more. omg. of course i think the twins will be involved in this arc someone. krystal briefly mentioned the twins’ family having a ski lodge. and then of course we see sunny with her skis so like. yea!! i just wonder how these episodes would play out. or episode. but anyway like… will they just vibe? or will there be a problem of sorts? if it’s winter break then it probably won’t tie into school or like projects or anything like that

- Kia Hart

i’m actually hoping kia gets some focus this season. like. what is she going to do? is she going to pair another couple together? (if so, please be jella. okay wait seriously what if she is the key to reuniting jade and bella together… anyway) i just hope to see more of her and possibly more of her and krystal together haha. but kia just vibes so far, it would be lovely to get more of her!

- The A’s

so ainsley is finally beginning to get some attention! i really hope we continue to get more of her as well as avery, and aidan of course! we did get a bunch of content of aidan but you can never have enough honestly.

but i just wonder about how the A’s will be this season. like will they do anything significant? are bella and avery going to remain close? what is going on!!!

- The Malibu Line

so we literally know nothing about this except

but i still wonder like. if we will get to see anything about it at any point during the web series. perhaps it would be more of a summer thing. but it definitely means something if Bella is in it! (also i’m just generally excited for her new doll. omfg.)

- The Rock Line

so we also know almost nothing about this except

saw someone discuss that the music being heard during s2ep2 could be in regards to the rock battle. honestly. what if this is some sort of project? battle of bands or something? that would be cool lol. anyway i’m intrigued for this line mainly because of all the clothing leaks we have been getting omg.

- The Slumber Party Line

we have known about this for a little while (with the theory of the baby blue girl being in it) but i’m just curious as to who the characters are and if they will be in the web series at all.

- Jett Dawson

okay so. this is a big one. jett being a collector doll, i feel like she’ll definitely play a crucial role in the series. so like. who will she be to the main characters? it says she’s generally nice. why was she giving that look to the girls after their runway performance? IDK! i have no clue what to expect with her. i feel like the expectations i had for amaya (before we knew anything about her) will be put into jett because. the vibes i got from amaya ever since we just had her doll… i am also kind of getting from jett. so i’m eager!

[shoutogepi]

“Fuck You!””I Just Might.”

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 7.1k holy hecc

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : nasty nasties hehe.. choking, angry sex, dom bakugou (what’s new lmao), lots of sexy vengeful teasing, & almost being caught (? idk what to call that haha)

bio : You and Ground Zero are far from getting along in almost every aspect… except for getting off perhaps.

author’s note : wow another smut whodathunkit !!! This isn’t super romantic (Happy VDay my sweets!!) but goddamn if u thirstin today drink tf up bc the SALOON IS OPEN AND HERE’S THE SPECIAL ON DA HOUSE

side note: (Y/H/N) = your hero name, also the sidekick is 100% out my ass not real bc I didn’t feel like doing legit research heheh.��also, all characters are aged up to long past UA-grad in this (so everyone is 18+!!)

tagging: @lordexplosionsextra per request -- hope you enjoy bb :) happy vday!

also available on AO3 here

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🄰rms crossed, chest puffing in defiance, your gaze shoots daggers into his stupid smirk. “I’m not your fucking sidekick, Boom-Boy, so you can crawl back into the putrid swamp you came from and take your damn paperwork with you!”

“H-hey now,” Bakugou’s sidekick laughs nervously, hands waving in front of him as he shakes off the jab you just took at him inadvertently.

Bakugou laces his gloved fingers over his lap and kicks back in his chair, straightening his legs so his boots rest on the table across from you. “Listen, Princess, you know the rules. Whoever gets the final blow doesn’t have to do the nitty-gritty shit,” he answers, shrugging nonchalantly.

“You only got the finisher in ‘cuz I was busy doing everything else! You pop in at the last second and get all the credit and no busywork? Fuck off,” you fume, hooking your foot around the leg of his chair and ripping it toward you. Bakugou’s eyes widen as he falls backwards, tumbling onto the hard floor. He grimaces at you from the floor, vermillion eyes ablaze.

“It’s not my fault you’re too stupid to strategize! Don’t start shit you can’t fucking finish yourself!” He barks, voice spiking with fury. Ouch, that one stung your pride a little.

“You’re such an asshole,” you snarl, shoving the stack of papers off the table. The pages swirl in the air and scatter onto the tiled floor, some landing on the instigator’s lap. Bakugou’s palms crackle as his breath is stolen at your audacity. Your sidekick lets out a startled noise, jumping at the sudden popping. Bakugou’s sidekick has his hand on his temple, attempting to rub out the headache forming at this mess.

Why did you two have to hate each other so much?

The two sidekicks stand stiffly against the wall as you shove by them, Bakugou glaring at your ass as your hips swing around the doorway, out of his sight.

It’s late, the purple sky littered with the lights of the lively city. The villain you— or Bakugou, you suppose— had taken down earlier had been the last job of the day and you’re tired of the stupid bullshit he always serves you when the two of you work together.

Usually your agency kept the two of you on opposite boundaries of the patrol area, but you had begrudgingly needed help with this last offender of the day. Your quirk didn’t do incredibly well against villains with close-combat styles, but you could still manage. Unfortunately, the guy that had been causing mayhem earlier was beyond powerful up close, and he had landed a hit that knocked the wind out of you and made you slower than usual. It wasn’t a major injury or anything, but you’d probably have a nasty bruise on your torso after you took off this goddamn gimp-suit of a costume. Luckily, you had visited the in-house, agency healer in the infirmary upon arrival from the job, and they had sucked the nasty welt off your skin and redirected it somewhere else as their quirk allowed. The pain subsided mostly, just a bit sore where the bruise would’ve been.

You close the door to your office gently, a heavy sigh releasing as you make your way toward the desk. It was almost quitting time, but you still had to finish up the paperwork from the other case you had dealt with this morning. Clicking on the desk lamp, you breathe in to calm your frayed nerves, eyes closing briefly as you try to find the energy to finish your work.

The door bursts open, slamming almost immediately and tearing you out of your attempt at meditation. Bakugou stands in there, steam practically billowing from his nose and scarlet eyes flashing with agitation.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He snarls, prowling toward you with an accusatory, gloved finger raised.

“Excuse me?” You quip, irritation revitalized almost instantly. “Who do you think you are, storming into my office after the shit you pulled today?”

He stops in front of you, glowering down at you. You turn your face slightly, your eye level meeting his chest and not wanting to look at that. He was kind of muscular up close like this, you’d never noticed because you’d always created the most distance as possible between you two.

“Oh, you mean me saving your ass? Yeah, my bad, woman,” he growls, letting his gaze linger on the way your eyelashes kiss your cheek bones as you scoff, eyes closed in annoyance.

You glare at him, infuriated. “I didn’t need your fucking help! Did I ask you to come?”

He takes his time to reply, stare holding your attention briefly before he licks his lips. “No, but your sidekick did.”

The sentence is like a cold slap to the face, and you push him backwards with newfound anger. “Don’t fucking lie to me Bakugou,” you seethe, hands clenched into fists. “If you’re gonna lie at least come up with something believable!”

“Tch. She did call me, brat, and she begged me to come to your rescue like you were a goddamn damsel in distress,” he grunts, breaking eye contact with you as he hunches slightly, strong hands shoved into his pockets. Bristling at the refreshed anger rippling off of you, he already knows what you’re going to say. “She said that shitty villain got his hands on you, yeah right you had it under control.”

You don’t know what to say. You can’t really refute that the assailant had managed to hurt you, but you still wish Bakugou hadn’t heard that information. The asshole already thinks he’s the hottest shit in the agency, you really don’t want to give him any evidence of your weaknesses. So you sit on the edge of your desk, sighing once again. “I can handle one hit, dipshit,” you mutter. “It’s already healed anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can take care of yourself,” he grumbles, gaze flickering to your grim expression before he looks intently at the picture on your wall.

The silence that ensues is uncomfortable. You had never really talked to Bakugou before-- usually every time the two of you were together you were having a shouting match, throwing insults back and forth relentlessly. You aren’t really sure how to reply, and you absolutely did not want to acknowledge that he had come to your rescue when you actually needed him.

Bakugou is as silent as you are. He wonders where you’d been hit momentarily, before pushing off the thought because god forbid he show emotions. He’d already had his fill of feelings for the day. He sure as hell would never tell a soul, but the second he had seen your sidekick’s name flash across his phone screen this evening, his stomach dropped like he’d been the one to receive the villain's punch, not you. Shoving away the intrusive thought, his trademark scowl surfaces to his face.

“You know, I still haven’t heard a ‘thank you’.”

His irritating voice slices through the tension in the room, and you bristle at his impudence. “Gee, Ground Zero,” he ruffles at his hero name, a frown bending his thin lips,” thanks so much for stealing my job and taking the credit for it too, and really— thank you so much for the paperwork as well. I’m just so grateful.”

“Tch. Don’t be so bitchy, you know I saved your ass today so just fess up and thank me already. You’ll feel better once you spit it out,” he provokes, thick arms crossing over his chest.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, scowling at his smug face. The snarl that breaks his lips is ignored as your eyes turn to slits directed toward him.

He laughs at your malicious look, mouth transforming into a sleazy grin. He can’t stop himself even though he’s a tad hesitant, but his bold and loud nature wins out and he says cooly, “I just might.”

You gape at him, the smile on his mouth escalating your agitation. “W-What?” You choke out meekly, palms pushing you off the desk to stand upright.

He has the gall to grin, taking a step toward you. His heavy boots clunk against the floor, and you move backwards only to bump into the desk again. You cast a futile glare at the desk, and when you look back at him, he’s looming over you. “I think it’s time we acknowledge this thing we have, (Y/H/N).”

Your lips part in surprise, the blush tainting your cheeks slightly. “I have no idea what you’re referring to,” you stammer. Your arms crossing over your chest, he can’t help but notice how your breasts squish upwards, cleavage visible through your skin-tight costume.

“I think you do,” he chuckles with a low voice, gaze regarding the pink pigment gracing your cheeks. He savors it, lips curling into a smirk. His hands meeting the edge of your desk as he leans in, his body brushes against your arms. You rear back, shock evident on your face with lips parted as he tips his head to the side. He cages you in, an unfamiliar look simmering in his crimson irises. “You can feel the tension between us too. I know it, Princess.”

You’re once again at a loss for words. What the hell is happening right now? You think, mind reeling desperately to change the subject. “I hate it when you call me that,” you spit out, looking up to catch his intense stare. It wasn’t dishonest, you hated his pet name for you. Just because you weren’t as careless as him, he’d tacked the snide nickname to you awhile back because he knew it pissed you off. “It’s a stupid name that only your idiot brain could come up with.”

Take the bait, please take the bait.

“The way you treat me like I’m beneath you, what else can I call you?” His breath fans against your cheek and you hate to admit it’s fresh and minty, not at all as nasty and troll-like as you’d convinced yourself it would be. “But I guess that’s ‘cuz you really wouldn’t mind having me under your lap, right?”

You gasp at his crude suggestion, knees smacking together as your thighs clench automatically. “Fuck off, Bakugou,” your voice trembles slightly, your palms hesitantly landing on his chest. Your attempt to push him is less than half-hearted, and he smiles at your crumbling resolve.

His fingers skim along the small of your back, perching his hand on your waist. You can feel its warmth through your costume and his glove, and your body bends into his hold on its own accord, your ass pushing back while your chest grazes his. He exhales harshly, his other hand docking on the top of your stiffened thigh, thumb falling into the curve between your legs. You wish it was higher up, and the recognition of your craving makes your blush a few shades darker.

“What was that?” He snickers, lips brushing your earlobe as his nose pushes away your cascading hair. He didn’t expect you to smell so good after a long day of fighting crime.

Your fingers grab onto his costume, clawing at the material and you’re not sure if it’s in anger or desire. But Bakugou is sure, his fingers rubbing your waist as he glances at your restless hold on his costume. “Oh, bite me,” you spit out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

His lips touch your jaw, and you can feel the sneer that rests so prominently there. “Manners, Princess… say please,” he chides, tongue poking out to trace the soft skin there.

A quiet moan escapes you and Bakugou groans loudly in response. He draws his face back to lock eyes with you, stare taught with the tension the two of you have built over all this time.

“You gonna tell me you’ve never thought about us fucking?” He inquires, eyes darting to your lips and returning to your gaze. “All those times we riled each other up, every time we pushed each other’s buttons over and over— you gonna say you never thought about getting me to shut the hell up by any means necessary?”

Your eyes roll in your head, from a combination of lust and disbelief. You cannot believe you're letting him hold you like butter in his hot hands, melting you and licking you up. You glare at him, his lips just close enough to distract you. You weren’t going to let him mould you like putty anymore. “I bet you wanna think that I have, Bakugou,” you whisper, and he looks at you with mild surprise adorning his handsome face. Your blush infects him immediately, a flush spreading over his own cheeks and he’s suddenly very glad his costume has a mask. “You think I haven’t noticed you checking me out every second of the day, Boom-Boy?”

He seems at a loss for words as your wrists wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his face down and level to yours. His brow bursts into a sweat as one of your hand curls around his costume’s throat piece, trailing south and following the delicious line between his pecs down his abs. Your fingernails scraping through his costume, his skin prickles as he gasps. Your lips meet his stubbled jaw, mirroring the action he had performed to you a moment ago. His fingers tighten their hold on you, his body jerking almost invisibly at the contact. “You ogle at me much more, little Miss Priss,” he says cockily even though his voice sounds forced.

It was your turn to curl your lips into a sultry smile, half-lidded eyes regarding his shocked, eager stare. “I thought I told you not to tell your phony lies, Bakugou,” your murmur against his jawline, hand curving around his pelvis and to drag down his outer thigh. “It’s a sin to lie, you know.” Your fingers skim the very ridge of the bulge in his pants, teasingly tracing the outline and watching him close his eyes, his grin seeming strained.

“You know a lot about sins, then?” he pants, sliding his hand down from your waist slowly, fingertips stretching eagerly to push into your plush ass.

You nip at his skin playfully, and he shudders in response. Your raise your head to meet his hungry gaze, your coy smile still beaming. “I might… You want me to demonstrate my knowledge?” Your tongue parts your lips, eyes falling to his slightly agape mouth. Your breath tangles, and his eyelids flutter shut as your lips graze.

The hand on your thigh grips your flesh tighter and you whimper, your mouth tingling at the harder contact of the kiss. His other hand slides south and cups your tailbone, calloused fingers bringing your ass toward him. The sudden movement surprises you, and you grab onto his neck, making his chin dip down as your hips slide into his crotch. You clash into him, your lips colliding as sparks fly through the air.

You both moan into each other’s mouths, the kiss desperate and hot. Your tongue pokes out to probe his bottom lip and he gladly receives your wet muscle with his own. Your legs trapped between his shuffle as you wiggle your hips, savoring his fiery hands gliding over your figure.

Bakugou’s hands are firm but warm, caressing your waist and hips and heating them up. He growls as your hips buck against his, rubbing the tent in his baggy pants. One of his hands slides along the smooth fabric of your hero suit, cupping the swell of your breast in his large palm as his thumb runs over your nipple. You throw your head back, and his lips gladly blaze the trail of your throat with a scorching urgency. Your fingers move to his arm pieces, clamoring at the top of the machinery near his elbows. He gladly slides the gadgets off, placing them in one of the chairs facing your desk while he rips off his black gloves. He hastily throws the neck piece onto the seat as well before he turns and captures your lips once more.

When his fingers return to your hips, you can feel the true heat of his burning palms through your bodysuit, making you arch into him wantonly. His tongue battles yours fiercely, both of you fighting for dominance as his hands glide up to your waist and fumble with your belt. You can feel his rigid muscles through his thin tank top, your hands wandering greedily underneath the right material to touch his smooth skin.

Bakugou smirks as your belt falls onto the desk, hands falling and grabbing onto your ass cheeks eagerly, pulling you closer to his body. You take the chance to shove your tongue into his mouth and he groans at the impact, jaw slackening as he allows your tongue to take control. He grinds into you slowly, making your thighs tremble with apprehension. His mouth detaches from yours, and the string of saliva connecting your tongues is sliced as his shirt flies through the air. You drink in the sight of his naked chest, muscles swelling and flexing, tapering down into a delicious V that disappears underneath his belt.

You grab the belt, yanking his body close to yours again and sighing as your lips meet once more. “You’re really man-handling me Princess,” he comments amusedly into your lips as your fingers grapple with his belt, toying with the latch.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snarl, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and harnessing a moan from him,” and touch me already, pussy.”

His vermillion gaze ignites, mouth crashing onto yours as his fingers slide underneath the swell of your ass. He lifts you like you’re but a paperweight, and you moan as your legs wrap around his hips. His tongue crushing yours, his kisses so intense that your head leans back at the sizzling force. You jump slightly as your ass meets the cushion of your desk chair, eyes opening to see he’d rounded the desk and knelt in front of you. His knees on the ground, he looks up at you haughtily, hands coasting slowly down your legs toward your center. “Is this where you want me?” he feigns innocence and you glare down at him. His thumb hooks the crotch of your leotard, and he shoves the material to the side roughly, making you gasp.

The cool office air greets your cunt, making it throb even more in arousal. “Bakugou,” you whine as he watches your face, shifting your hips in a feeble attempt to catch his attention. He slinks down, lips brushing over your panties softly as he watches you squirm. He grins against the black lace, thumb curling around the skinny part of the thong over your asshole, making you shiver.

“You’re right Princess,” he grumbles, tongue gliding over the wet spot that had leaked through the material, inhaling your scent pervertedly as he closes his eyes in triumph. Your bottom lip is prisoner to your teeth again as you watch his teasing movements, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Sometimes when you’ve got me all riled up, I jerk off thinking about how good your bratty little ass would look bouncing on my dick.” You can’t help but whimper at his confession, rolling your hips against his mouth in desperation.

He smirks up at you, crimson irises glittering with savory mischief. His hands snake around your thighs, clutching onto the junction they meet your hips with vigor. He pushes your body down into the seat so you can’t wriggle any longer, and he feels your cunt clench against his chin when he nips at your panties, teeth dragging along your clit. You wail his name again lowly, harsh breaths ripping through your lungs.

He growls in response, thumb ripping the lace to the side and exhaling at the sight of your swollen cunt, grin broadening at the excessive glaze that he had caused. “Fuck,” he laments, tongue poking out to graze your clit experimentally. Satisfied with the way your hand flies to cover your mouth, he places a teasing kiss there. “You know,” he murmurs against your slick nerve,” More than once I’ve wondered how hot and sweet your cunt must be, hiding underneath this skimpy little leotard.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyebrows cinching as you glower down at him, meeting his pleased gaze. “Why don’t you find out for yourself then?” you hiss, baring your teeth at his infuriatingly proud smirk.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Princess?” Bakugou’s tongue glides along the side of your slit, making you stiffen and shut your eyes tightly. Of course he’s a fucking tease.

A knock sounds at your door to pull you out of your collapsing mind, and you sit up straight, eyes wide as Bakugou’s sidekick peeks into the room.

Bakugou stills, unsure as to who it is, staying hidden behind your desk and still holding your hips harshly.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen Ground Zero possibly? He’s stormed off as usual and I can’t find him anywhere,” the sidekick says, blinking at you with unsuspecting eyes.

“Oh, H-Hikaru,” you gulp, hesitantly placing your hands on your desk. Bakugou is quiet underneath you but you’re preparing yourself for the little shit to pull something stupid.

And he does.

Bakugou’s tongue slips between your folds suddenly, licking a large stripe from the bottom to the top of your slit, sucking in your clit and rolling his tongue around it brazenly.

“Oh my god!” you yell, hand slapping over your mouth too late. Hikaru looks at you incredulously, regarding your pink cheeks and sweaty forehead. “I can’t believe him! W-what an asshole!” you pant as Bakugou sucks harder, your pussy clenching onto itself. “He probably left so you’d do the paper… mmm, paperwork for h-him.” You abs are flexed so hard, straining in order to restrain the mess of moans that Bakugou is summoning.

Hikaru finds your tone a bit peculiar, but he continues anyway. “Uh, probably… Are you okay Y/N? You look kind of… sick,” he comments, head tilting to the left. “Did you get that jab checked out yet? I can take you to the infirmary if you want. If it’s bad I can drop you off at your place, too.”

Bakugou doesn’t like that suggestion. He doesn’t need to lick his fingers, your drenched core welcomes the digits instantly. Your walls accommodate his middle and ring finger eagerly and he smirks as they sink into you, knuckle-deep.

“Yes!” you shriek, quickly shooting a glare down at the blonde, your hair covering your face from his sidekick. “I mean— yes, I had it checked out and I’m f-fine, thank you for the concern, Hikaru,” you explain, a forced smile on your lips as you silently beg him to leave.

Bakugou stretches his fingers inside you, scissoring them to coat them in your essence before he puts them together again. His wrist strained in the forced position, he flicks the digits back and forth, almost laughing in glee as he recognizes that soft velvety spot deep within you.

Hikaru blinks at you again before he nods half-heartedly. “Okay… Well if you need me, I’ll be in the conference room doing Bakugou’s job,” he laughs, tucking out of the door and closing it finally.

“He wishes he could do my job, fucker,” Bakugou grunts, mouth immediately returning to satiating your needy hole.

You sag into the chair, a quiet moan floating out of you as Bakugou continues to finger you, his lips slurping up your clit once more. Shooting a heated look at him, you bare your teeth at him, and choke out a hiss,” Fuck you!”

Bakugou only chuckles, savoring the way your cunt throbs around his digits. “I didn’t think you were so impatient, brat.” He doesn’t slow his actions though, knuckles ramming against your skin. He enjoys the way you gasp as he moves your thigh over his shoulder, his tidy fingernails pressing into your trembling leg. “You taste pretty good, Y/N. I guess it’s just your personality that’s bitter,” he remarks, smiling against your sex as his fingers slide out of you.

You toss him a pointed look as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “Excuse you, Boom-Boy,” you chide,” only my friends get to call me that!”

“Tch, I get to eat your pussy but I can’t call you by your name? You really know how to make a guy work for it,” he scoffs, sounding mock-hurt, and now menacing over you.

You frown in response but it quickly melts into a smirk. “Don’t worry, Katsuki,” you observe how he closes his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching as his hand turns into a fist,” I’ll return the favor.” You tentatively place your hands on his belt, undoing the clasp and resting the heel of your palm against his clothed, hard cock. You gently undo the fastenings around his thick thighs, placing the belt with his grenades onto your desk cautiously. You weren’t trying to be blown up just for some dick.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of both his black pants and underwear, annoyed with you taking your sweet ass time. His bare cock springs free, greeting your hungry gaze with an inviting sheen of sticky precum trailing down his hard length. You gawk at the sight, genuinely surprised to find he was so… well equipped.

“So this is why you’re so cocky, huh?” you state, eyes following the protruding vein running the entirety of his full, flushed member.

He barks out a laugh which dies in his throat as you press a chaste kiss to his weeping pink tip. Your tongue flat against your bottom lip, you slide his cock into your mouth and moan at the salty, provocative taste of him. His length almost as thick as your throat itself, you gag gently as you take him whole into your mouth before quickly pulling back. You place your hand around the base of his now-slick cock, your mouth sucking and bobbing on the top half of him as you jerk your fist at the same tempo.

Bakugou is much louder than you expected him to be, and the way his erotic, serrated breath is tearing from his lungs makes your pussy clench in desire. His chest heaves, the bulging muscles on his torso tense underneath his surprisingly smooth skin. Your other hand wanders up his abs, enjoying the way the ridges between them are so defined. He growls as your finger rubs over his nipple, his hand catching your wrist in a tight grasp but not doing anything to stop the action.

You purr on his cock, slippery hand leaving the base to cup his balls, eliciting a hiss from him as he sucks air in between his gnashing teeth. Confidence torrenting through your veins at his reaction, your jaw drops as wide as you can muster, your mouth gliding further down his length.

Bakugou’s empty hand collects the hair falling around your face, holding it for you as you weave back and forth. His jaw falls slack as the head of his dick rubs the back of your throat, summoning a soft gag that makes your mouth vibrate around him. Your wrist hurts a little from his tight grasp, but the way his fingernails dig into your skin makes your core shiver in delight. “Shit, Y/N.”

You don’t bother to correct him this time, thumb running over his balls just hard enough to make him shake a bit, savoring the way he is panting and quaking before you. The hand grasping your hair nimbly shimmies closer to your skull, his fingers twisting almost too tightly onto the roots of your hair. You allow him to coax your mouth closer, his arm guiding your face to take his length deeply. A low growl tears from the bottom of his lungs as you lock eyes with his impassioned stare. His hips nudge smally against your lips, his tongue poking out to run over his lip as he pulls back and glides back inside your sweltering throat.

You moan forcefully, savoring the the strangled noise that slithers from his now gaping mouth. Taking initiative once more, you begin to jerk your neck back and forth quickly, wincing as his grip tightens on your wrist. Bakugou tries his best to repress his moans but the way your bratty throat welcomes his hard cock makes him see tiny, fizzling explosions when he closes his eyes.

His hips rear back, and you almost fall off the chair as you lean in to close the distance. He catches you easily, hot hands landing on your shoulders as his gaze locks with yours, inexplicable desire sizzling between the two of you. His hands fly down to collect your ass cheeks, and he picks you up just to place the apple of your cheeks on the desk behind him. Teetering on the edge of the wooden furniture, your legs wrap around his waist, and his lips slam onto yours again. His fingers frantically running over your super suit, he snarls in frustration when he can’t find the zipper.

You laugh at him mockingly, catching his eye as you pinch the zipper on the side of your neck, the material shrinking away immediately with elasticity. He watches as your breasts pop out of the silky, neoprene-like fabric, bouncing with hardened, pink nipples standing perkily to greet him.

“No bra?” He reprimands but his time sounds more turned on than accusatory. “Princess, you’re so naughty.” His hands fly to your tits, groping the soft and supple flesh with fervor. You unzip the rest of your side, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and carefully angling your hips so you can slide the suit off into a crumpled pile on the ground. In just your tiny little thong now, Bakugou closes the gap, pressing flush against your clothed center and grinding his wet cock against your damp underwear.

Your head tilts back and you whine, gasping as his mouth slides along your throat, hot tongue caressing the tender skin. “Please, Bakugou,” you wail, his thumbs rubbing your sensitive nipples hastily.

“God, you must be tight if you’re this high-strung,” he purrs next to your ear, enjoying the way your cunt clenches noticeably underneath your panties. Speaking of those… his fingers snatch the delicate lace to the side, his other hand grabbing his dick and running his swollen tip over your slit. He dips the head into your hole but recedes instantly, brushing it over your glistening trove before repeating the action. The teasing has your head spinning, harsh pants falling from you both and mingling in the thin divide between you. He can’t take it any longer, his hips snapping into yours as his dick easily disappears halfway into your steamy, aching cunt. “I fucking knew it,” he grunts, jaw clenching as your velvety walls embrace his girth, your cry of pleasure music to his ears. “Your cunt is so snug around my cock.”

His hips push into your thighs further, only stopping once he’s balls-deep, sunk completely in your flittering sex. Hand leaving your thong to the side of your cunt, he grabs your hip and pulls your ass close. You groan at his cock nestling even deeper into your sopping hole, and your hips jerk against his as his hand curls around your lower back, securing itself so his fingers coil snugly around your waist. You choke on a sob as he thrusts into you again, his thick member prodding you in a very private place.

“You better fuck me already,” you growl at his pace that was testing your nerves, ready to be fucked into submission. Not that you were going to go down without a fight.

He chuckles cockily, a sly grin on his lips. “Your wish is my command.” His hips slam against yours and your teeth sink into his shoulder, muffling a scream of desire. He ruts into you with ease, your arousal making it almost effortless for his cock to spread the tense walls of your desperate pussy. His free hand claps against the swell of your ass, the noise slicing through the air and you scowl at him. It’s like he wants to be caught.

Ragged breaths tumble from the both of you, your saliva trickling down his chest as your teeth are still fastened into his broad shoulder. “F-Fuck, Bakugou,” you keen, each time his pelvis pressing against you tightly forcing your vision to shake.

“Katsuki,” he huffs, his left hand pushing your chin up to capture your half-lidded gaze. “Say it, Princess— fuck, tell me who’s making you feel so good,” he demands, eager to hear his name leave your lips in such an intimate way once more. His hips change tempo from his fast and hard pace to a slower, more sensual rolling motion, milking the desired reaction out of you.

The novel movement pressing deliciously against your clit, your unabashed whimpers fall onto his eager ears.  Your fingers raise to pinch the top of his black eye mask, pushing the material up over his forehead so it tucks his ash blonde hair back. Looking into his eyes and admiring his uncovered, handsome features, you shoot him a sinful pout. “Ka— ah! Oh, Katsuki,” you gasp, your hands flying up to claw desperately at his muscular back.

Bakugou relishes in your lewd reply, eyes rolling back into his skull in delight. He lets out a gravely groan, increasing the tempo to a needy, impatient pace. The extra stimulation on your clit makes your legs shiver around him, your heels digging into the plush top of his ass. His hand slides back to grip around the back of your neck, leaning in to take the side of your ear between his teeth. His fingers on your throat press into your skin, his thumb pushed into your racing pulse. Hand squeezing just the right amount, it becomes pleasurably harder to breathe and you pant, tongue poking out as you wanton gaze meets his. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard Y/N,” he growls, almost snarling at you as your body bounces against his, watching your hair dance and shake around the erotic expression on your face.

“Eat shit,” your nose twitches in annoyance,” You’re gonna burst any minute now.” Your cheeks are dusted in a telling flush, your body feeling heat spread throughout. His hand tightens on your throat and you moan, loving the way your breath tears slightly.

“You’ve been clenched down on me this whole time,” he reasons, lips close enough so you can feel his ragged breath. “You can’t deny how your body reacts to me, even if you don’t want it to.”

You roll your eyes. Even buried between your legs at a time like this, he insists on pushing your buttons. “Oh, you want me to clench, Katsuki?” you inquire, tone confident in contrast to the wanton shake of your body. 

He shivers as his name leaves your sinful lips, and the breath in his lungs is sucked out of him as you clamp your pussy as tight as you can around him. His hips stutter and you revel in the lustful way his face contorts, his eyes screwing shut temporarily.

When his vermillion eyes open again, his predatory gaze adding wood to the fire between your legs. “Bad girl,” he admonishes, an unruly grin lifting the corners of his mouth. His hips slam against yours, railing into you at an unimaginable speed and harshness. “That’s a cute try, Princess, but you’re gonna cum before me no matter what.”

You can’t even respond as he thrusts into you, your pants ripping through the air and mingling with the quick slapping noise echoing through the room. You hate to let him win but you can’t hold yourself off from your impending orgasm, the pressure in your core multiplying at an alarming rate as each thrust deliciously stimulates your deepest, most secret place.

“Katsuki,” you whimper, your spine arching into his touch while his hand keeps its hold on your throat. “I’m so close, please,” you beg, your toes curling forcefully as your eyes roll back.

Bakugou smiles at your submissive tone, purring out, “That’s better.” His hand leaving your throat to rub his finger on your clit, your body trembles in his hands. He leans into you and his lips conquer yours passionately, tongue darting in between your lips to caress with yours. His tongue pulls back as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, his wolfish stare daring you to follow his ensuing command. “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Your body tenses as you reach your climax, but Bakugou continues to assault your g-spot mercilessly. Your arms shake in euphoria, nails pressing in to form desperate scratches on his skin. It feels like he is snapping you in two, and you absolutely love it. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you wail out, relief washing over your limbs feeling like ice cold lemonade on a torrid summer day.

Pussy fluttering around his cock so deliciously, Bakugou moans at the new intensity. He swears as he keeps going, despite his own orgasm approaching. The image of you squirming in ecstasy underneath him makes him gasp immodestly. His hands clasp down on your hips roughly, making it even easier for him to pound into your soaked cunt as his teeth release your reddened lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he huffs, sweat glistening on his built chest as he thrusts into you particularly hard. “So much better than I could’ve ever imagined, holy shit, Princess.” He moans a little loudly, not holding anything back anymore. He is so fucking close.

“Katsuki, please,” you sob, your g-spot still being pummeled relentlessly, never getting a break from his assault and dragging your orgasm out longer than you thought possible. “I want your cum on me so bad!”

Bakugou throws his chin into the air, harsh breaths floating out as the flesh of your hips turns white under his oppressive grip. He grunts as he pulls out, his searing streaks of cum spurting out forcefully, shooting up to lace over your tits and down your stomach. His thighs tremble as he snarls, his first immediately jerking his cock as more of his cum gushes out of the tip. He gasps for breath, and he groans as your lips press to his captivatingly. He leans into your kiss, savoring the feeling of your sweet lips against his.

You shift in his hands, the once-rough palms now sliding over your skin carefully, fondling your body as his lips nibble at your own. You entertain it for a moment, nails trailing down his chest, thumbs rubbing into the ample muscles beneath his skin.

He pulls back, a lazy grin and satisfied eyes regarding you. “Well, that was hot,” he admits, eyebrow quirking upwards as he tries to even his choppy breath. You pull a handful of tissues out of the box on the corner of your desk, handing him a few which he gladly wipes over his drenched member. You sigh in content, head leaning back as you regulate your own breathing.

Bakugou makes you jump in surprise as he runs a new tissue along your torso, cleaning up his mess. You eye him playfully, secretly relishing in the way he is so considerate. He shuffles back a step like he can feel you appreciating his uncharacteristically caring actions, tugging up his underwear and tucking himself in with a smug grin on his lips.

“It was pretty good,” you say casually, sliding off the desk and pausing as your still-tingling core shifts, making you realize how tender you already are.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, handing you your costume from the floor. You snatch it out of his grasp condescendingly, glaring at him as you step into the leotard with quivering legs. “Pretty good?” he barks, eyeing your slow movements. “You’re still shaking, Princess.”

You shoot a glare at him, arms slipping into your costume and tucking your breasts away from his lingering eyes. “Fuck you.”

“You just did.” He replies smugly, and you ponder relieving the sudden urge you have to slap the look off his face.

“Whatever, Boom-Boy,” you quip, zipping up the side of your suit.

Bakugou chortles as he pulls on his shirt, fastening the loops around his thighs. “By the way,” he looks sideways at you with a smirk. “You came first, so I won.”

“You were, like, ten seconds behind me,” you scoff.

“After you, nonetheless,” he almost chirps, savoring in the irritation visibly building in you. He slips on his gloves, sliding his arms into his grenade-looking arm pieces. “Do I get a prize, Princess?”

You glance at his suggestive crimson eyes, pondering the idea of it. “You can choose the place next time,” you wink at him, clipping the belt on your waist with finality.

He seems pleased with the answer, his smirk widening as he steps closer to you. Your fingers pinch the bottom of his mask, dragging the material down to its correct location over his eyes. He shamelessly allows his gaze to rove over your body, recalling how tight and needy you’d been just minutes ago.

“Next time, I’m gonna make you beg,” he warns, opening the door and slipping through, seductive gaze locking with yours. “Can’t wait ‘til then, Y/H/N.”

And after that, working together became a whole lot easier.

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Unhealthy Competition Transcript: 8/4/21

Heres the transcript on a google doc if thats easier!

W: What do we want?

R: Burgers!

W: When- When, when do we want the burgers?

R: When they're cooked because if we get them now wait they are actually cooked right now but it would be raw if we immediately gave them out to the customers which is why we DO cook our food.

W: Wh-a what are you on there! They are cooked! Look! Does that not look cooked?

R: I- I mean.. Ah it looks fine it looks fine

W: I’ve never tried one of our own burgers before

R: Oh yeah we should've done that before- a while ago

W: Leme do it lemme do it lemme do it lemme do it lemme do it leme do it right, I need to get hungry first

R: mhm

W: Let me just quickly slap a Wilburger in there, leme leme just

R: there we go

W: I’m gonna get hungry

R: Alright let's get hungry

W: Wooh wooh wooh, how’ve you been Ranboo?!

R: I’ve been doing good!

W: Have you been vibing?

R: I’ve been doing alright! Yeah! I had a good rest, I’ve had a good day

W: Mhm, mhm

R: So far you know i'm excited to get to working the nine to five, it's a dream.

W: Wait, I don’t make you work nine to five- you just have to work when we run out of burgers man. You’re free to do what you want, this is your- you’re working part time for wilburger- oh it's the horse! We need that

R: OH yeah we should probably, we should probably,

W: I want that horse, aye! Do you know what quackity’s horse is called? Okay I’m hungry now, I’m hungry now, are you ready for this?

R: okay, alright

W: Bread first, burger, mmmm Ranboo… we gotta to better than that

R: Oh, okay

W: Ranboo that's the best burger I’ve ever had

R: Nice!

W: But we gotta do better than that

R: Okay, then to volume two.

W: WE are taking down an entire nation with this burger van- oh sorry competing peacefully outside of this burger van, we can't have just the best burgers I've ever had- they have to be the best burgers anyones ever eaten in their entire lives

R: In any universe!

W: In any universe in any universe at all, at all. You’ve done a really good job of this I know I’ve already said that but yeah

R: Thank you thank you, yeah

W: this is fun, I like this little toy you’ve made, I like this, i'm a big fan

R: I like it too, thank you.

W: I’m a big fan of a lot of things we have done Ranboo. Do you remember they um, boom boy?

R: yeah.. I do remember that.

W: Yeah?

R: Yeah.. I hope it didn't I hope it didn't, it wasn't, hopefully it wasn't too much, I don’t think it was too much

W: Oh I thought it was great I thought it was great man, when you smashed the window and blew up the wall- I’d be pissed

R: Mhmm

W: And I bet that was the right stick it to the man that he needed

R: But, butm you, you wanted that for competition, for business and all that, right?

W:... yeah

R: Yeahhhh

W: Yeahh, hmm, Ranboo I think you’ve taken a side here which feels like a change for you. I’m not used to this, you’re mister not choosing a side you know?

R: Yeah, yeah, because when I looked back especially when- especially after, your talks about Lmanburg and everything I realised

W: Look back on what?

R: You know, when you looked back on like Lmanburg and everything

W: Oh like life and all that

R: Yeah I decided to take a look back on my life and everything and I realised that I mean I’ve been involved in things, but, I haven't really done anything, I haven't really done anything

W: What do you mean?

R: I haven't made anything like, I haven't really, I haven't really done much to alter history, now if you were to write a history book, I wouldn't really be that much you know…

W: Whatttt

R: Involved in it

W: I don’t think, I don’t know what you’ve done, I don't..

R: Exactly, that proves my point

W: But you don’t need to have an impact on the world Ranboo to matter you know? You don’t need to go out, you don’t need to build a fucking effile tower just to be, just to mean something.

R: Yeahh

W: Ranboo, Ranboo don’t get me wrong

R: Yeah

W: You’re talking to me here I think it could be that you, you know, are going out and doing stuff. Look at this bozo

R: What he's doing here?

W: I think it could be that you decided to go out and change you know change this, I think change things for the better.

R: You know it's -

W: Don’t don’t start go out and breaking windows and blowing up walls just because you,

R: Oh no I won’t probably not too much

W: Just because you want to make something

R: This is why I like our little, little burger shop, you know it's small but at least it's something, you know I’ve always I’ve always wanted to go and make something that's gonna outlive me a little bit so I think this, I think this is a good start to something.

W: Mhm mhm

R: It’s a nice little burger shop you know?

W: And man? Honestly, I’m proud of you bro. I know, I know I don't know you very well man and I haven't known you for very long but you’ve done a really good job here and tell you what tell you what?

R: Thank you

W: Have you ever seen the phrase “fruits of your labor”?

R: Yeees, I- I think! I think so

W: Shall we see the fruits of our labour? Cause Quackity, quackitys online

R: I mean

W: Quackitys online, Quackitys here man

R: Oh!

W: We can go, we can go and see and chat with him about what we did. By the way after you blew it up I know you didn't see but I gave him back all the materials because

R: That's good

W: I gave him back all the materials for the wall and I also, I also left him a diamond or two just to say like you know no hard feelings you know?

R: Mhm

W: That it was just for, just you know, to prove a point but um yeah Quackitys here, and I wanna see. Do you want to ride a horse? Here, get on the horse.

R: You want me to uh?

W: Yeah yeah, it's Quackity’s its quackitys horse just a disclaimer

R: It’s quackitys? Oh oh okay,

W: Normally when I come to the las nevadas sign as im not allowed in las nevadas, normally when I come to the las nevadas sign Quackity is the first one to come and tell me to fuck off so lets see, lets go up to the las nevadas sign.

R: Alright

W: Yeah man its half the fun of making something and doing cool things is that moment where um, where you get to see what everyone feels about it now that we are here I promise wait here, I promise you

R: Wait.. wait here? Okay

W: Just you wait… Ready?

R: Alright, i'm ready

W: Um um “boy las nevadas sure is big from up here” just hold on

R: Okay um okay

W: Just give it a second, maybe from this level, hmmm maybe if I take another step, ooh what's that?

R: Oh yeah OH do you remember the cookie outpost thing?

W: Yeah yeah the little thing you built with tubbo

R: Yeah so basically right he got really upset so then I- I tried to apologise and everything because we- there was a little bit of dispute with it but we honestly just decided to really just give up.

W: I mean he hasn't accepted it… look its all in there

R: He hasn't accepted it?

W: Yeah, it's all in there….

R: Oh he said he liked it at least…

W: Is- did I just lie? This guy, Ranboo I swear to god I feel like I understand him, how his brain works, how he how his mind go and then he just, just proves that he doesn't give a shit.

R: Yeahh

W: Which is why I can’t wait to show off what I’ve done, but he's just nowhere to be seen. So this cookie shop thing? What was your intention of it? How would how you don’t pick sides usually but what was your intention with it? When you built this?

R: To give out cookies to people

W: And that was it? And that was your be all and end all hah?

R: Yep

W: Right, well how did you feel about Tubbo doing what he did then?

R: Doing what he did… What do you mean?

W: Well he.. He I heard the stories man I heard about how it turned into more than what it was supposed to be you know?

R: Well I mean that's- he kind of goes above and beyond on a lot of things, you can’t really blame him into make it a castle. That's, that's just you know, you can’t be TOO careful. Especially when you know, he has all the right to be nervous about something going wrong, so no wonder he put all those defenses and everything.

W: Why would he have the right to be nervous?

R: I mean just a lot of things, a lot of bad things have happened to him that haven't really come from his actions

W: Oh so youre talking about.. oHHHH LOOK WHO'S HERE!

Q: Hellloooooo

W: Quackity!! It's lovely to see you man, it's been awhile. How have you been?

Q: How- how long have you guys been here for?

W: I-I just arrived you know I just- Quackity you think I would wait for you? You know you know I’m just a

R: Yeahh

Q: Well I didn't even notice you guys were here. I um have been busy with uh much more important things… so, but hey I mean it's great to see you guys it's really great to see you guys, Wilbur and Ranboo together this is uh

W: It’s good to see you man

Q: What's this?

W: Oh uh Ranboo was just looking after your horse that I um

R: Mhm!

W: That I took a little bit of a joyride, it's a good horse look at it, look how high it jumps man! You got a good horse man

Q: Yeahhh who told you that's my horse?

W: Well it was tied up in your nation

Q: haha no no that's not my horse you just got someones random horse, i think you should probably put it back, I have no idea whose it is That- this is really awkward Wilbur, you should, you should probably put it back

W: Let's go! Let's go dude. I wanted- I wanted to come and ask you a question.

Q: Yeah, yeah what's up?

W: So I don’t know if you saw this? Uh you can’t actually see it, but behind this we built a burger van quackity!

Q: Really???

W: Competition, competition

Q: You built a burger van? Is that what you’ve been up to wilbur?

W: Yeah yeah!

Q: You know all this time you’ve been settled next to me and this- this is uh your big ceration? A burger van?

W: Hey man

Q: Hahah,

W: Rome wasn't built in a day. Small steps

Q: That's true, that's true. Leme take a look. Can you order anything yet?

W: No no, wait lemme- actually let me cook you up something real quick

R: Oh yeah oh yeah, you'll love this

Q: I don’t know if i trust anything coming from you Wilbur, but I’ll I’ll, give it a shot i'll give it a shot

W: Doo doot doo quackity you are so nice to me doot doo doot you never bring up my past doot doo doot Here you go, one volume one wilburger. Take a bite of that!

Q: Volume one?

W: Take a bite! It’s like an NFT Quackity

Q: An NFT?

W: Yeah no one, no ones gonna be copying that!

Q: Why would I bite it if its an NFT, then if it goes away it wouldn’t be worth anything,

W: Exactly Quackity, you can keep hold of it OR you get a bit peckish, eat the bread anyway! The bread is not bad

Q: I’m not hungry, I’m not that hungry right now but hey, I’ll keep it with me

W: At least keep it to appreciate the value, it's my NFT, but Quackity anyway I did want to ask, you have a little restaurant in your town I saw, from a distance obviously.

Q: Do you guys want to take a look? I didn’t want to mention it as I felt like it would have been awkward given that you have your own restaurant- I have my own restaurant, that's the only thing that would make it a little awkward but, you know you brought me to your restaurant and I want to bring you to mine. Can, can I do that?

W: Yeah, yeah man I just want, I just wanted to say sorry if you notice if you notice a bit of superficial damage, I left you a little gift as well, afterwards I sure that's okay. It was Ranboo and I that did that to your restaurant actually.

Q: Yeah yeah I saw it in the signs you, you guys

W: Yeah Ranboo and I did it

Q: Yeah the signs no no

W: I just thought- it it was a little bit of a you could say a misclick

Q: It doesn't seem to be like a misclick. You said MY restaurant was wank

W: I did I did I forgot about the signs, I was talking more about the window- oh

Q: But its fine its fine actually and I actually want to take this moment to thank you guys actually because uh that little destruction you did made me realise that the non tinted glass it just wasn't a good fit for the restaurant so I went with the kind of you know neon look and oh oh yeah the explosion! Right, I uh thank you guys again I was just finishing up this fish tank.

(The fish tank has salmon in it)

This nice little fish tank in the restaurant I think it gives a nice little look, a nice touch you know a nice family touch so thank you guys- this made me realise this needed a little bit of work haha so I appreciate it. I appreciate it a lot um actually you know what?

W: what?

Q: You know what Wilbur? Your little game here whatever you did, it made me realise another thing, that my country needs a source of passive income, so I decided to assign a workforce to this restaurant, I decided to hire an employee…

W: YOU'RE FUCKING ME?? YOU'RE PISSING ME

T: Hello!!

Q: Haha! Hey Tubbo!

T: Hey

Q: Tubbo look who came to visit look who came to visit

W: Tubbo!! Man it's good to see you!

T: Hey man this is my new job!

W: Tubbo aww it's nice to see you here man, I thought you were with your, your little snowy town

T: Oh I decided that you know I needed you know a job somewhere to work

W: Tubbo… what the fuck?

Q: Ha ha yep!

W: Fuck tubbo! Why are you, why? Why? Why did you get employed at the restaurant?

T: Why well eh I mean you know? Job?

Q: Tubbo is an excellent employee

T: I- I didn’t know you guys did burgers! I didn't know…

W: I mean, I mean it's - I just dude I offered for you to come and work at my burger van, it was uh hh hh hhhh hugh I told you yesterday- I told you yesterday in the Lmanburg crater and said you should come and hang out and make burgers at my burger van and now your at another burger restaurant after turning down my burger restaurant. Quackity… What did you tell him? Quackity what did you tell him? What did you say man?

Q: Listen listen, I’m gonna tell you this right now, tubbo is one of the best employees I’ve ever had. Me and tubbo had a little talk and we realised he has really great aspirations in life, and he really wants to do a lot

W: mhm

Q: and I told tubbo I would offer him maybe one of the best jobs anyone can have

W: best job

Q: one of the only jobs in las nevadas- tubbo is actually not only an employee but he is managing this place

W: mhm mhmm

T: This is my establishment

Q: Yeah, yeah and tubbo, tubbo now owns it

(note ranboo now has a grass block and is holding it along with placing and picking it up and it pacing during all of this)

Q: Tubbo tubbo now manages this place and he cooks here and makes a great deal of economic prosperity as well for las nevadas uh you should try his food, you NEED to try his food he makes these burgers kind of NFTS wait what a coincidence, it's NTFS as well and he makes burgers, and I like to call it the tubburger

T: The tubburger joint.

Q: The funny thing is we called it the tubburger volume one as well! It's really weird haha our plates are the exact same

W: Shh shh shh, quackity… tubbo, are you? Are you aware we are in competition now? Like this, this, tubbo we have always been on the same side man, we have always been together… your head to head with me now

T: Well I don’t look at it like that, it's not like complicated competition.. .Competition is good for the consumers, it helps everyone!

Q: W- Wilbur you’re taking this a little too far man, I feel like

W: Wai-twait no no I am perfectly

Q: I think you’re taking it too far man!

W: I am perfectly happy with mr tubbo

Q: At the end of the day we are all friends

W: Where did you get the NFT idea from??! Where did ya get that idea from?

T: Fazeclan?

Q: Fazeclan

T: Fazeclan

Q: Fazeclan, wilbur listen I told you this once and I am gonna tell it to you again, thank you. Thank you for opening my eyes that whole renovation came to do because I’m assuming it was a kind of renovation it really made me realise it has more potential then I thought

W: MHmm

Q: And at the end of the day that's what we all need. That's what we need, we thrive, we thrive through competition…. Healthy competition you're gonna make your burgers better and i'm gonna make my whole restaurant better and with the help of seriously one of the greatest people I’ve met in a business like this

T: Aww thank you man

Q: of course, of course tubbo

W: So,

Q: Wilbur, don’t take it the wrong way

W: I- I’m not does it look like im-

Q: to be mad about it, it's good for us it's gonna be happy for everyone

W: I’m happy, I’m really happy for tubbo, I’m happy tubbo’s got a job

Q: Really?

W: Yeah, I’m happy for him. Tubbo you were telling me yesterday how you were, how you felt like you lacked direction, you lacked purpose

T: Yeah I finally have a goal

W: Bro!

Q: That's true

W: How could I be angry about that man?

R: Yeah… that's good

W: Just you know I was just wondering why you chose that over the burger van but I get it Quackity, Quackity is a hard man to refuse.

Q: Mhmm

W: And

Q: And tubbo, tubbo is just constantly looking for whats next whats gonna happen now, and me and tubbo we think alike, very much alike actually, and I don’t know if you remember this but me and tubbo, you remember lmanburg?

T: Yeah

Q: Me and Tubbo, Tubbo was president and I was vice president, this is like lmanburg all over again isn't it?

T: Well- I mean-

Q: This is all a working- work in progress

W: It’s giving me lmanburg vibes

Q: Mhm- sorry?

W: I said yes I agree its giving me Lmanburg vibes

Q: Yeahh. Well listen uh all i'm gonna say is wilbur we are doing our own thing, you guys are doing your own thing and be healthy competition and you know….

T: Well the best burgers win!

Q: Haha- there you go there you go tubbo I agree with that yes!

W: we- yeah Ranboo you agree with that may the best burgers- say it say it

R: yeah yeah, may the best burgers win… yep

W: Wilburger vs tuburger… match match partners against crime

T: Together!

R: No-t not crime we hate crime

Q: Tubbo tubbo you gotta try their burgers sometime

W: Well, well we gotta go we gotta go

T: oh?

R: Yeahh yeah

W: It was lovely, it was lovely hanging out with you guys I - I am just thrilled with the renovations. What should we do next time we hang out?

Q: Yeah yeah

W: Do you wanna we- like

Q: I think I think we should yeah let's set some time apart and talk you and me

W: Yeah let's have a little run through a little run through

Q: Yeah yeah absolutely, and ranboo wilbur, you guys are welcome in the restaurant, las nevadas anytime

W: Wait-

Q: Anytime you guys like

W: Wait, I'm allowed in Las nevadas?

Q: Wilbur, you’re not, you’re taking this the wrong way

W: You told me I couldn't come in

Q: What kind of person would I be to tell you to leave my country. What kind of person would I be to not allow you in my premises? I wouldmt be a good person would I? Wilbur, you are my friend … I would never do that to you. I’m very welcoming, Ranboo come ahead, come inside as well ah this is all this is all healthy competition alright?

W: You’re a good man, you’re a good man Quackity, I’ll I’ll give you that. We got some burgers to flip so we will

Q: We do too we do too

T: Bye guys!

W: thanks for coming, thanks for coming down

Q: Cya guys

W: Cya guys

Q: Bye!

W:Ranboo.. Ranboo lets go

R: Yeah…. Let's go….

W: ooooOOOHHHHH boy ha- ha… ha ahhh ohhh this is good, this is what I want dude dude Ranboo did you see he was trying to act like I didn’t get to him?

R: Mhmm mhmm

W: You see the WHOLE time ohh it's not my horse

R: Geeh I mean yeah I mean he did I’m pretty sure

W: Dude he made an NFT burgers

R: He made an NFT burger- that is true

W: He cares so much he cares so much

R: That was your idea yeah

W: He cares aww man- How did you feel about this Ranboo? I mean dude!

R: I mean it's just burgers and everything so I think it's okay.

W: Eh it's “just burgers”

R: Its okay you know

W: I feel alive Ranboo, I feel alive! Someone is looking at me and talking to me!

R: Yeah yeah!

W: I’m alive I’m alive this is great!

R: Yeah, yeah I mean yeah, I again don’t I have to get used to competition and everything and be out there more with it all

W: I feel you Ranboo I feel you its scary its scary man, especially when we have a long way to go, bridges to cross and one day grab it by the horns and ride it

R: Yeah yeah,

W: And not it's just, it's just you and me against the world. The world being tubbo and quackity.

R: mhm mhmm

W: I mean why would you be against being against tubbo and quackity anywhere? I mean how well do you know Quackity?

R: I- I mean I don’t really know Quackity- Quackity all too well

W: Yeah yeah and I mean what do you and tubbo have you know going on that would block this?

R: I mean…

W: Sounds great to me

R: I mean… yeah yeah I - we kind of had like that cookie outpost we did together and everything it's fine I don’t have to get to it too much I dont um really wanna

W: You’re both businessmen

R: I don’t really ah want to get into it all too much

W: And that's fine. Ranboo I wanted to ask you man

R: Mhm?

W: You’ve had this cookie outpost right?

R: Yeahh

W: Did you like to get up to anything at the cookie outpost? Is there anything…?

R: Ahh, not at the cookie outpost but I do have something else actually… follow me I do- I do have something else…

W: Is it a secret?

R: It's a secret , yes.

W: Should we sneak?

R: Yeah um I think we can just get far enough away I think we'll be fine

W: Where are we going?

R: Into the strip club

W: heh-sh haha haha

R: Comeon, come on let's go

W: ahhaa sorry say that again

R: Into the strip club- we are going in!

W: Lets go

R: I have- I have my little hole in the strip club

W: You got a strip hole?

R: Yes!

W: I’ve never been in here before

R: Well I mean for logs, I mean look at those spruce logs over there, those are stripped. Alright ah perfect it's still, it's still here

W: This doesn't look very hidden

R: Oh its hidden trust me

W: it's very cozy

R: Oh it's very cozy and well if you need to use this for something we can definitely expand a little bit, but probably not too much though because we don’t want to infringe on everything

W: I like this, I mean we can do a little bit now! How about what we do? I like this. I like the wherewithal, maybe we can build a tunnel from here to the burger van. It can be our way in sneaking in from the burger van. aH okay okay you got your finger in a few espionage spies, I appreciate that and no one knows about this?

R: Yeah no one knows about it, yeah I think- to the best of my memory no one knows about it.. There's like a 85% chance that's right

W: That's cool that's cool because at the end of the day we’re- going right now we are the good guys Ranboo, we are the good guys, we-

R: You sure?

W: We-.... yeah! I mean we haven't done anything wrong you know?

R: Yeah

W: we haven't done anything wrong and quackity, quackity done a few things wrong…

R: Yeah yeah

W: hmm hmm is tubbo working full time? What's tubbos deal you know with the burger place?

R: I don’t know I have no idea actually

W: We don’t know we just don't know

R: I Don't know anything about that.

W: It's like how good of an employer is quackity? So I wanted to make sure before I go knowing you have already done a little act of espionage with the strip hole and other things I just

R: Mmmhmm

W: I just wanna, I just wanna say in any case of an emergency right?

R: mhm

W: When we are head to head, you know when- not head to head with each other uh when we are head to head with tubbo and big q and stuff

R: mhm

W: and maybe shits ya know hitting the fan and stuff- I need to know, that we have a saviour card to save the innocent people in this city like tubbo

R: mhm

W: Like fundy and these innocent people

R: So yeah.. So like a plan B just in case anything goes wrong we can save them?

W: Yeah, plan B

R:Okay I'm down for that. What is this- (Wilbur gives Ranboo thirteen TNT)

W: I want you to make yourself useful and..

R: oh

W:Set that up somewhere in las nevadas. I have more, I have more I have another stack if you need it but I think that should be enough to do a marketable amount of damage if you- okay so the problem essentially is that TNT as you know TNT doesnt detonate in water and as you know las nevadas is quite a large majority of water bound. However, quackity really seems to care about the inside of the casino which I’ve peaked in and there's no water in and the outsides of this restaurant section of this spire right? So what you could do is easily make a section in the casino that has a chain reaction under a button somewhere and each one of those detoniates the next consecutive one. It would take a little bit of work, I know quite a bit about TNT, I could help you.

R: Mhmm

W: So

R: o-okay

W: Look dude I’m just letting you know that's what I want you to do. PArt of working-

R: But in most cases and everything it would never see the light of day right?

W: In most cases yeah 100% most of the time maybe it won't happen, BUT if we need to protect the innocent thats what its fore

R: Yeah yeah

W: Yeah you want to protect like fundy, slimecicle, tubbo?

R: Yeah! Yeah

W: So that's, so that's what it's for and Ranboo! I shall bid you adieu, it was a pleasure, thank you for coming

R: Yeah of course!

W: and thank you for being a good co worker, you know?

R: Yeah

W: You’ve done a good job and I can’t-

R: Thank you

W: I trust you will do good work with that TNT I gave you but remember, make it safe!

R: Yeah

W: We don’t want it going off by accident we don't want it

R: Yeah I’ll maybe it very safe

W: Promise?

R: Promise, yeah

W: And you’re gonna tell me where you put the button and you’re gonna tell me where it's set up and-

R: Yep!

W: Okay. Alright, thanks Ranboo

R: Yeah, thanks, I’ll see ya, buh bye

W: I’ll see you around Ranboo. What a nice guy!

[kyleswastaken]

you were good to me (part 2) | wilbur soot x reader

warnings: sorta angst-y, sorta fluff, mentions of nicotine

pronouns used: she/her

synopsis: wilbur runs into his ex after six months of being apart

wc: 855

part one

a/n: i wasn’t planning on writing a part 2, i honestly wasn’t expecting people to even like my writing haha (i love you guys <3), but here you go ! i hope you like it 🥺

six months had passed since the breakup and y/n was still a wreck. just one look inside her apartment could tell you that. it was a mess. blankets strewn across the living room without a care in the world, cups left on every surface, even seeing numerous empty puffbars. deeper into the apartment, you would find her room. it was messy, but it was a mess that looked like it had been untouched for months. the bed was unmade and clothes--dirty and clean--thrown on the floor.

she fell out of contact with everyone that knew/was friends with wilbur, despite them also being her friends. she didn’t want to deal with the inevitable questions they would ask and the possibility of him being included in their conversation. she just couldn’t handle the thought of even hearing his voice. 

wilbur wasn’t much better. he had stopped streaming for nearly a month, and when he came back, people noticed that the normally joyous wilbur was no longer happy, the light of his life was gone. people asked questions, lots of them, and it wasn’t until someone on twitter mentioned the possibility of him and y/n breaking up that people began to understand. 

he knew that once they theorized the breakup, there would be no more hiding it from them, so he dedicated a 36 minute stream to explain everything. the breakup, the break from streaming, the change in atmosphere on streams. the support he got from chat felt amazing, but he couldn’t help the guilt of knowing y/n wasn’t talking to anyone. 

after the stream, he took a look into his fridge and realized that he had nothing to make, deciding to venture to the store for more food.

meanwhile, y/n decided she would face the world for the first time in a few months, and left her messy apartment to get groceries and refuel her slight nicotine addiction. 

she was hoping that she could just get everything she needed and leave, without running into anyone she knows. as she stood in front of the very man who broke her, her hope quickly turned to annoyance.

seeing y/n was a slap to wilbur’s face. he analyzed her appearance, taking note of all the differences. she was dressed in an oversized hoodie, sweatpants, and a black beanie adorned her head. her skin was paler, she had bags under her eyes, and in her hand she was holding a nicotine device. her entire demeanor had changed as well. the once warm and happy smile she held was gone, her expression looking unamused and stone cold. 

on the inside, she was fighting the urge to cry. she couldn’t let him know that she was still hung up on him, that--despite wanting to burn it for the hell of it--she still cuddled his hoodie at night, that she couldn’t even sleep in her bedroom anymore, it reminded her so much of him. 

on the inside, her feelings were screaming to be let out, not wanting to be locked in their cage any longer. but she wouldn’t let them. 

“uh, hi.”

her voice took him off-guard. he wasn’t expecting her to speak to him.

“h-hi,” wilbur couldn’t help but laugh at the nervous and shy tone to his voice. despite feeling like she was on the verge of a breakdown, y/n couldn’t help but laugh along, his laugh was contagious. 

his laugh still gave her butterflies that she forgot existed and vise versa. she forgot how calming his voice and laugh was.

to y/n’s surprise, they easily fell into conversation as they walked the aisles, as if the last six months didn’t happen. 

though y/n enjoyed it, she couldn’t help but keep her guard up, scared that he was just gonna hurt her again. if he wanted to be with her again, he would have to work harder for her love than he did before. 

just seeing her made him realize that he wanted to. he wanted to do everything he could to fix what he broke. to be the one she cried to about her pain, not be the cause of it. to be the one who got to hold her at night. he missed everything.

the two of them finished their shopping trip and he walked her to her slightly worn down car. they stood in silence as she loaded up her car, him helping with the heavy things.

“i missed you,” he said, smiling and making her heart melt. he still had the same effect on her even after six months. he was like her drug. and in that moment, she knew she was going to relapse, going to go back to him.

“...i-i missed you too,” her gaze shifted to her hands, which were fidgeting with the sleeves of her sweatshirt, as suddenly she was feeling shy. she didn’t want her heart to get broken again.

her heart was fragile. and wilbur knew that.

he knew he wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. he knew that he had to hold her heart and keep it safe. he refused to hurt her like that ever again. 

and it took awhile (another six months, this time filled with cuddles, tears, and movie nights) but she finally was able to believe him. and, wilbur thought, she was worth the wait.

[lordseochangbin]

lordseochangbin’s jype series smut: music producer

requested: daddy kink 

you shoved your face into the pillow, crashing onto the couch as you seemed to fail yet again at making a beat for the new track you were walking on. you dressed well today, a tight black skirt with a black denim skirt that hugs your waist but it didn’t change your mood nor your ability to make music.

honestly speaking you were new to the studio, starting off other producers saw your potential and decided to have you be the main producer for one of jyp’s newest girl groups.

this was an amazing job, considering you had left america to pursue a career and you felt you had zero confidence in actually making it in. but now here you were, having a mental breakdown in the studio after getting two hours of sleep trying to cram in a nice track before the deadline.

it was stressful.

you managed to keep your eyes open in front of the computer screen fiddling with some last minute adjustments before you could here one of jyp’s music directors come in.

considering he didn’t speak proper english and it had only been your second week into your korean class, it was hard to communicate back and forth.

“how is your work?” the director asked confidently.

you turned around in excitement from the english, not sure if you understood correctly due to the accent.

“i haven’t finished it yet, im so sorry. just give me another 2 hours ill get it done!!”

the director glared at you in confusion but by your expression figured what had happened.

“argh!” he exclaimed, “i can’t work with these american producers!”

your eyes started to tear up. this was the downside of being in korea, you always felt left out. of course korea is open to visitors but living here felt like an outsider in a different world and the fact that you had no time to do your korean classes didn’t help much.

as you whipped your tears you felt a tall blonde enter the room, his confidence gleaming almost as if he owned the room. “did you need my help?” he peeked in whispering to the director.

his hair was wet, his shirt damp of sweat from practicing with the rest of his group. it was bang chan, the leader of stray kids. part of the musical group 3racha, whose beats you had always admired.

the director came to chan and whispered a new words into his ear before turning back to you and waving goodbye. “take care...”

chan stood there for a few seconds, then walking about to the couch and sitting down. you turned around to view him from the front of your recording set.

“hi, my names y/n”

“haha, i know. i’ve seen you around! nice to meet you”

“you too!! wow im really sorry to interrupt you during practice i know it’s probably hard to cram in all this stuff an-“

“don’t worry about it. id love to help you” bang chan interrupted, pulling out his laptop.

you sat next to him as he pulled out some tracks, “here let me show you some 3racha tracks that i have.. just the music”

one of the tracks started playing causing your jaw to drop, “dude!! that beat is sick!” you praised.

bang chan’s eyes widened as he tried to pause the song, “wait this track-” you listened attentively, wondering why bang chan wouldnt be proud of it

“chan what’s the problem?” before chan could pause the track you heard the sounds of heavy moans added to the background, causing you to bite your lip

chan shut down the laptop, looking towards you in embarrassment. 

“i..i’m sorry about that y/n”

you laughed as his cheeks turned red, “pfft, sorry? that’s exactly why girls are on their knees for you chan. you’re literally the hot shot of stray kids”

chan raised his eyebrows at your response, “you think so?”

“pfft.. don’t get too flattered. that’s everyone else’s opinion”

he placed a hand on your knee, pulling himself closer to you almost inches away from your face. “maybe i could change that”

you placed a finger under his chin, pulling him even closer. “the only thing i need help with...” you pushed him to the side before continuing, “is my music”

“oh come on!” he exclaimed, grabbing your hips making you fall onto his lap.

chan pulled back from hair from your face before staring lustfully into your eyes, “y/n.. i think the first thing you need to do is get rid of that stress.”

you pulled away from his lap, lying on your stomach as you buried yourself into the pillow. you were unconvinced that chan could help you with just that before he gripped his hands onto your shoulders, massaging them gently. 

it was a few seconds of heaven as he rolled his palms on your back, “chan.. that feels so good..how did you-”

chan removed his hands, laughing as you turned around. “chan.. why’d you stop?”

“i dont think i can continue to help, you said i wasn’t the hot shot of stray kids” he shrugged, putting his laptop away.

you watched as he stood up, is he being for real?

“no wait chan-” you sighed, rolling your eyes. you approached him slowly, covering the door so he couldn’t leave

“you are.. the most hottest, sexiest, cutest member of stray kids” you continued sarcastically

“i think you forgot talented.” he said

“i think we can leave that out for today” you grabbed his hand, guiding him back to the couch.

“now help me.. pleaseeee” you pleaded.

“honestly speaking, i think you need to find some sort of inspiration”

“what’s yours? sex?” you spurted out

chans jaw clenched, making you stutter a bit. “l-look sorry i tend to be a little-”

“no..” chan interrupted, his voice low. “i get it. you think you’re funny right? flirty? with you skirt so close to your cunt.. i could fuck you over in seconds. i’m gonna tease you everyday until you break”

you laughed, slapping your hand onto his chest. “chan.. or chris. i know i’ve only been here for a few months and you might think of me as inexperienced in music, but i have to confess i am much more experienced in other things.”

you grabbed his hand, placing it under your skirt as he grabbed your thigh. “so if you think you’re ‘turning me on’ right now, or whatever the fuck you think you’re doing chan, try again” you smiled widely before standing up to grab your things and left the room.

perhaps you could say you took chan’s breath away. he had never met a girl as sexy as you. compared to the way you looked when he came to now, it was almost like you had a switch to you. you realized it to, how did his presence bring you such confidence? 

chan kept his word. with every interaction he found some way to get his hands on you, some way to keep you distracted, some way to get you riled up. but you contained all of this distress until you got home, determined to make sure he doesn’t get what he wants. 

but the dildo didn’t help.

should you give him a shot? you wondered to yourself

the question got you thinking about bang chan all night in bed until you decided to text him.

me: chan.. it’s y/n 

bang chan: aw babygirl, feeling needy now?

you read the message smirking as you imagined bang chan at your door. you thought about it, maybe he was as sexy as his fans put him out as. 

your reply said nothing of the sort.

me: no, i just needed up with music

bang chan: are you sure it’s just music y/n?

your legs started the grab the comforter, no longer being able to take the heat in between them

me: no.. i

me: i just cant stop thinking about you in between my legs. i want you so bad

bang chan: y/n.. now thats what i like to hear

bang chan: i swear to you one night i wont stop fucking you until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name

you gasped at the text, throwing your phone on the floor and grabbing your pillow. your cheeks flushed red at the thought of bang chan, what he was capable of. that night you went to bed thinking about him right next to you, he was even in your dreams. you had fallen in love with bang chan.

~~~

the next day around 8 am when you arrived at the jyp building you walked down the hall full of studios, interrupted by a hand that slammed you hard against the wall.

“missed me?” bang chan asked

you scoffed under your breath, “you wish” you replied before continuing the walk. once you opened the door to the studio you were off the floor and inside the arms of bang chans’. 

“this outfit of yours is really nice, for whom? i wonder” you wore a white crop top with a black and red plaid skirt, along with some combat boots to complete a cute school girl look, which obviously turned him on.

“chan..chan the music” you responded, realizing the director might come soon.

“ok i finished editing the track you need to show to the director, he should be here in 30” he said, carefully putting you on the black leather couch. 30 minutes...would that be enough?

the second he sat on the couch you couldn’t hold back anymore. you trapped him against the cushion, thrashing your lips against his, rolling your hips on him, your hands exploring all over bang chan. you wanted it all.

the kiss took him by surprise, his hands picking you up from the bottom of your thighs and lifting you onto his lap. 

your core felt like soaring fire at this point, and it being pressed against his cock didn’t help a single bit. 

“daddy please.. i need you right now. all i can think about is you. you teased me enough please” you whimpered.

“i’m sorry.. what did you call me?”

“d-daddy. please fuck me” you panted, the feeling of member growing under you was taunting. you couldn’t stand it anymore, and bang chan loved that.

“fuck.. look at my babygirl” he said, his thumb sliding across his cheeks before he could harshly grab your chin. “y/n is so good and submissive.. and its 8 in the morning, i can only imagine how much sleep you lost last night”

he forced two digits to pass your lips, “suck”. his thumb held your face straight, his eyes dark and full of need as you grind on his hips, him jerking into you every once in awhile.

soon he dragged his fingers away from your lips, leaving them to part as he removes his t-shirt and soonly after both of your clothes and thrown onto the hard floor. 

“chan.. he’s coming in 25 minutes we’re gonna get caugh-”

chan sealed your worries with a kiss, his fingers playing around your folds as he felt your bare skin against his. 

it was weird, you thought, to see him bare naked under you. his member was massive as well, the thought of it inside you leaving you to drool.

chan’s member brushed against your entrance making you grip tighter on his arms. “chan” you pouted, “just fuck me already”

your actions resulting in a few spanking from chan however, “what did you call me babygirl?” 

his voice made you whimper, your voice stuttering as you replied, “d-d-daddy... please i need you so bad”

chan smirked, “you’re not such a good girl anymore huh? always in need of daddy’s big cock”

“my daddy is the bestest” you replied innocently, taking chan by surprise when you get on all floors, yourself in between in legs as you lick a strip of his member.

“y/n...” he softly moaned your name, giving you motivation to suck on his dick. 

his hands grabbed your hair, pushing you closer to him and fucking your mouth. chan smirked as you looked up to him, the way you made him feel, like he was the most blessed man on this planet.

“you’re so beautiful” he praised as you sucked on his tip, his hips bucking as he fucked you harder. you leaned back this time, your core throbbing on inactivity, your fingers not helping a single bit. 

it was about time when you got on top of chan, sinking down on his member slowly. your teeth gnawed onto chan’s neck as you felt your walls being stretched to his size, “you’re so big daddy”

chan sped up his pace with no warning, giving you no time to adjust. your hands gripped onto his shoulders as your heard chan say, “i-i think i’m gonna cum. you sucked me off so well babygirl”

“let’s ride it off together” you said in a shaky voice. seconds later, both of you released on each other before you could hear a few knocks from the door. frantically you jumped from chan’s lap, throwing him his clothes and putting on yours.

“i’m coming!!” you replied.

“that’s what she said” chan replied with a smirk, you sending a deadly glare at him as you forced on your skirt. 

“help me with this?” you asked chan, gesturing at your zipper.

“are you wearing no underwear?” your eyes glowed as you shut his mouth, running over to answer the door. you felt relieved almost, despite your job being at stake if the music wasn’t good enough. you opened the door to see the tall man with a suit on. 

“how’d she do?” the director asked chan as he walked into the studio.

“y/n.. she was perfect.”

[luvvkloey]

Justin Briner ff

𝐼𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚~

Note: italics mean your inner thoughts, and bold italics are his inner thoughts 🙂👍🏼

And spelling errors cuz I wrote A LOT 🤩

Okay enjoy the ff! 💖

Today you both didn’t have any plans!

But little did you know that Justin had the whole day planned out! ☺️

“Hey y/n, are you awake?” He said as he nudged your arm

“Huh... yea, what is it?” you said sleepily It’s like 10 am, why is he up so early

“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you!- well I did just- never mind”

Ah! Why am I so nervous? Okay just give them the food and tell them the plan

He then gave you a breakfast-in-bed table (idk what they’re called but you know what I mean 😫) then gave you the plate of food he had on the nightstand

“I made this for you, it’s your favorite right?”

“Oh yea! Thank you so much” you smiled, seeing the food drove your sleepiness away in a flash

Wow it tastes amazing, I wonder how long this took!

���Hey...” you spoke while eating in between words “how long have you been awake for?”

“Oh just a couple hours, I’ve actually been planning something for us to do today!” He said with a smile

You could tell he was excited about this from the look in his shimmering green eyes

“It’s not a lot, but I was thinking maybe we could go to the park and do stuff, since there’s not a lot to do here right now”

“Sure! What did you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want to do, we could go feed the ducks or get ice cream-“

“YES PLEASE!!” You LOVED ice cream and you haven’t had it in awhile so this was great!

Justin laughed at your sudden outburst causing you to laugh too!

After you both finished eating, you changed clothes and drove to the park

~𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝~

Luckily the park didn’t have that many people so you could do whatever you wanted without having the feeling of random eyes watching

Justin grabbed a picnic blanket out the car and sat it on the grass near the clear pond

“Awww look at the ducks! They’re so cute!” There was a line of ducks swimming in the water following their mom

“Awww they are really cute!” He said as his eyes glimmered in the sun

As you both sat down and started eating you couldn’t help but stare at his eyes

They way they were green like emeralds in the sun, and the way the light hit them, and the way-

“Umm are you ok? Is something wrong?” Justin asked as he giggled looking at your star struck expression

“Huh! Oh yea sorry for staring!” You felt a little embarrassed but he comforted you with a kiss on the cheek that made your face burn up

“It’s ok, really! I couldn’t take my eyes off of you either this morning” he said as he looked slightly embarrassed

“You just looked so cute this morning and I don’t know if you noticed, but I got really nervous trying to talk to you!” you laughed at his confession

“You have no idea how much that happens to with YOU” “The first time we met I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth without stuttering!”

You both feel down laughed on the blanket

After collecting yourselves and sitting back up, Justin told you the second part of his plan

“Ok, so how about we go to the strip mall?”

“The what now-“ “Huh, no not THAT kind of mall!”

“It’s a street with stores on the sides, have you never been to one?” He laughed

“Oh no I have, it’s just that I didn’t know they were called that” you giggled at your dumbness in that moment

~𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑝~

The strip mall was so much fun!

You saw a bunch of new stores and even found a Hot Topic!

You both decided to buy a My Hero Academia mini backpack just for fun, Justin got a Deku one and you got one of your favorite character!

After that, you both got ice cream

It’s was from a fancy store so it came in a cold box that lasted the way home and you two decided to eat it there

“Justin, do you want to eat the ice cream now, ya know... before it melts!” you called to him from your shared bedroom

“Yea I’ll be there in just a minute!”

Dammit, how am I gonna get this fixed? If I got into the bathroom she’ll probably hear me

What you didn’t know is that at the mall, when you both were taking a break you had accidentally rested your hand on Justin’s 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 and he had gotten a boner 😪

He didn’t want to tell you or make you feel embarrassed so he just let your hand rest there until you both started waking again

“Justin hurry up or I’ll eat it without you!”

“Ok, I’m coming!” Dammit

As he went into the room you couldn’t tell anything was wrong with him, so you gave him his bowl

“Here’s yours and turns out there was only enough for one so we’ll have to share!” Should’ve known the fancy stuff would be tiny

As you both finished eating the tasty (insert favorite ice cream flavor😋) you noticed that Justin had a little ice cream left on his lips

“Hey wait, hold still ok” you had an idea in your head to tease Justin if this worked

You placed the empty bowl on the night stand and climbed onto Justin’s lap, you could see his face becoming more red as you got closer

You gently grabbed his face with one hand and put the other on the side of him as you roughly kissed him

It lasted for what felt like a minute until you backed up for air

“Umm Justin are you ok?” He was looking down as you asked him the question so you guessed that something was wrong

“It’s just that umm... I have a little problem that I need to fix”

You looked down and saw the bulge in his pants and suddenly you remember what happened in the mall

“Oh my goodness why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve gladly fixed it for you”

You kissed him again and asked for his permission to take his clothes off

“Ya know, you’re really cute whenever you’re like this, all needy for me” You knew the effect that you had on him and used it to your advantage

As you took off his shirt you started kissing down his neck

Whimpers started leaving his mouth as you got rougher, and he grabbed your waist just to hold on to something

Justin was VERY sensitive and you loved to hear him, so it was normal for him to be very vocal

As you finally got all of your clothes and his clothes off, you asked him again if it was ok to continue

“Yes please... I can’t wait... any longer” he said almost breathless

You slowly placed yourself on top of his dick to see his reaction, his face basically begging for you to hurry up

When you started riding him he couldn’t control his moans and whimpers at all!

“Ahh oh please... more... faster... please”

“Do you really want me to go faster baby?” You said pouting “You’ll have to beg for that if you want it so bad”

“Please please go faster... I’m begging you please... go faster” he whined as he couldn’t take it anymore

You kissed him as you started to ride him faster, his moans being trapped in your kiss until you set them free

You could tell he was getting close and decided to speed up

“I’m close- Ahh- oh please don’t stop-”

Right before he could finish what he was saying he let out a loud moan and came inside of you

But you weren’t done yet

You started to ride him again going faster this time

“Ahh- wait what are you doing? Ahhh-“

He held on to your back as the pleasure was almost too much for him

“I love you- Ahhh- I love- you so much”

You could tell this orgasm would be even harder than the last one so you kissed down his neck again while running your hands down his stomach

The little tingles of your kisses and fingers on his body driving him to the edge

“Y/n pleaseee- I’m gonna- Ahhhhh”

He let out a loud, long moan as he came again, digging his fingers into your back for what felt like he was holding on for dear life

“That... was amazing... thank you-“

Before he could finish his sentence he fell asleep

“Aww haha, I love you too Justin, thank you for today” you yawned and decided to fall asleep with him

You both held each other as you fell asleep after a long day of fun and excitement

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End notes: So this was my first fanfic kinda smut thing, I’m kinda embarrassed about it but if you want me to write any other kind of fanfic, just leave a request in the inbox thing

Thank you! 💖

[justsimplypretty]

party favor - (e.h.)

Storyline: Running into your ex at a party never turns out to be a good thing... right?

Author’s Note: It only took me forever but I finally got around to posting the Edwin smut I’d promised weeks ago after voting. This story was meant to be short but... well... here we are haha. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Thanks for reading loves.

Warning: Smut warning

Word count: 2.2k

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“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to just let you continue walking around the party in that outfit” Edwin shouted rolling his eyes in disbelief.

“LET ME? LET ME? Incase you forgot we’ve been broken up for a month now... I don’t need your permission to LET me do anything” you snapped as you felt your face heat up in rage.

You and Edwin had been going at it for a minute now as the two of you yelled over each other and the sounds of fainted music, but this was nothing new. You’d been constantly fighting over anything and everything during the course of these past six months, which ultimately lead to the recent break up. But as fate would have it, you both ended up at the same random LA mansion party that you were both regretting attending now. Even though your friends knew you weren’t the party type, they had somehow convinced you that dancing the night away while wearing a curve hugging black dress with slits exposing both sides of your hips, far from your usual wardrobe, was the perfect way to take your mind off of Edwin. When in fact, it did quit the opposite.

You hadn’t seen or spoken to Edwin since the break up a month ago, so you can imagine the surprise when you both made eye contact from across the crowded room of people. He had spent most of the party watching your every move in full aggravation as you socialized. Wherever you were, so were Edwin’s eyes. And after hours of his constant disapproving stares, you’d had enough, pulling him into the nearest empty bedroom where you never anticipated an argument this heated to unfold.

“Oh please, what the hell did you expect? I would just let you walk around in that sexy ass dress while every guy looks you up and down and I’d just be okay with it?” Edwin questioned. “Look, we may have broken up... but I can’t just run into you at a party like this and act like I don’t still care when in all actuality...” he shouted, pausing himself before he’d revealed too much of his feelings.

Silence suddenly filled the room as the energy changed all too quickly with your realization of why he’d been acting so protective all night long. “Edwin... do you still care about me?” you trailed though already knowing the answer.

“Of course I do... being separated for just a month wasn’t going to change that” he continued as he sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands out of pure frustration that he’d just admitted this all to you.

You knew this was extremely unlike Edwin. He was always the type to try his hardest to make it seem as though he was doing just fine without you. So seeing him be vulnerable and confess his feelings openly, instantly brought back old feelings. Feelings that you were now questioning if they’d even left in the first place. And you weren’t sure how or why all of this started to change the way you viewed him, but suddenly you wanted him in more ways than you had been leading on. Causing you to act out in ways you’d never initially planned on.

“So...” you lead on breaking the stillness in the room. “...you really think my outfit is sexy?” you said shyly stepping in between Edwin’s legs, causing his hands to instinctively gravitate to your hips. He looked up at you in disbelief, confused on if you were really trying to make a move on him or not. But honestly, he had missed you and your body too much to even ask questions.

“Too sexy... I’ve never seen you in anything like it before” Edwin admitted, scanning your full figure up and down.

A few inches now being the only thing keeping both your lips apart as you felt your feelings towards Edwin change from full resentment to undeniable desire for him completely. The battle between your mind and body in full effect as you juggled with what you knew was best for you long term and what would feel best for you short term.

“W-we really should um... go back to the party” you forced your mouth to speak as your legs moved to sit on either side of Edwin’s lap, indicating quit the opposite of your words.

“Tell me you don’t miss me and we’ll stop... as if nothing ever happened” Edwin whispered in your ear sending chills down your spine. His hands continued to roam the sides of your revealing outfit as he moved to rest them on your now partially exposed ass. His fingers began to trace the exposed outlines of the red laced thong that you both knew was his crumbling weakness.

“I-you know I can’t... I can’t say that” you stuttered still in denial of your want for more of Edwin’s touch.

“Then say what I really like to hear mami... and I’ll make you feel like I always use to” Edwin demanded letting lust fill in his eyes. You knew he was referring to past times, when he’d only continue touching you after hearing the words I need you fall from your lips. And it was true, you did need him. Now more than ever before. And with that, you let every negative feeling you had about this moment leave and did exactly what you had to do.

“Fuck it... I need you” you whimpered as you let you and Edwin’s lips collide forcefully. It was intense, more so than any other time you could ever recall. Edwin’s hands wasted no time pulling the thin piece of fabric over your head to reveal all the red lace covering the parts he’d cherished the most.

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It didn’t take long for all clothing to be scattered across the floor and Edwin’s mouth to be hovering over your soaked area. He prepped kisses along your inner thighs, still staying far away from where your body craved him most.

“Look at you, still getting so wet for me like before...” Edwin said as his fingers lightly grazed over your core, collecting what he could. He took them into his mouth as he admired the taste of your arousal. “...and you still taste so good for me too angel” he continued watching you squirm underneath him. A whole month without Edwin’s touch had felt like a lifetime. You’d never admit it to him, but you had fantasized a couple times about his touch during your time apart. Late nights in your bed alone when you’d let your mind wonder and your fingers slide under the lace and do their worst. It was inevitable, nobody ever made you feel as good as he could.

Your thoughts were cut short by the feeling of Edwin licking a long strip up your core as he stopped and swirled around your bundle of nerves for awhile. The feeling was too much, causing you to immediately try and bring your knees together around him. Edwin grasped both hands around your thighs, instantly prying your legs open and clearly showing who was incharge for the night.

“Ah ah.. keep them nice and open for me baby or I’ll stop making you feel good” Edwin mumbled sending vibrations throughout your whole body. You couldn’t control your moans at this point. Every fiber in your being wanted to feel Edwin’s mouth attached to you always.

“It’s s-so so good Edw- FUCK” you screamed as Edwin’s mouth picked up the pace. Seeing you this way motivated him. Something about knowing he got to have the girl every other guy downstairs wanted to take home made him only want to please you more. Show you how lucky he was to have you in this moment. And maybe just how much he needed you too.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.. can I please cum please?” you begged not even caring about how desperate you looked for his approval. You knew Edwin’s ways in bed and if you didn’t say or do just the right things, you’d end up holding your release in all night long.

“Go ahead angel let it out for me” Edwin allowed as you fell apart so hard for him. You didn’t at all question why he had agreed so easily, too caught up in the warm feelings rushing through your legs.

He allow much time to recover before he was flipping you over and propping pillows under your stomach for support. He spread your legs apart, just the perfect distance for him to inch into you from behind. This was always Edwin’s favorite way to take you, arched back with your hair entangled in his tight hold. You knew having him stretch you out was far from the way to get over an ex. But at the same time, it felt so right. As if your bodies were made for each other and inside of you is where Edwin belonged.

“You feel so nice wrapped around me again mami..” he groaned as his speed picked up once he’d adjusted to a rhythm. All the background noise had faded into the wind and the only thing that surrounded you were the loud noises spewing from your mouth and the smacks of Edwin’s hands being met with your ass.

“I-I can’t take it baby... it’s too good I can’t” you moaned as your legs struggled to find the strength to stay up for him.

“Yes you can I know you can... keep going like you always did before” he reassured as he continued slamming into you with no remorse. His words only encouraging you to keep up with his incredibly fast pace, making you want to do good for him as if you were still his.

“That’s my good girl just like that..” he moaned at the feeling of you throwing it back for him with all you had left. He could tell you were close by the screams of his name that you only hoped none of your friends were near by to hear. You imagined how disapproving they’d be to find you here getting filled to the hilt by your ex. How the one you’d complained about constantly for the last few months was the same one making your eyes roll to the back in full satisfaction.

“Ed.. I need to fucking cum baby can I please?” you pleaded for the second time that night. Edwin pulled you up by your hair so your back could line up perfectly against his chest and your ear close to his mouth. Never letting up on his speed still taking you from behind.

“I couldn’t hear you baby, what was that?” Edwin replied acting as if he hadn’t perfectly heard every word of your request. You knew the easy release he let you have before wouldn’t resurface a second time.

“Papi please let me cum.. PLEASE” you shouted as everything within you did your best to hold it upon his approval.

“Tell me... did you miss me mami? Huh? Did you miss feeling me deep inside this tight pussy? The one that use to be mine?” Edwin whispered as his lips brushed against your ear. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he could get you to confess anything and everything to him once he’d gotten you to this point. You were putty in his hands whenever you needed your release and he always used it to his advantage.

“Yes yes yes I missed you papi.. fuck I did...” you bawled out as tears from the overwhelming pleasure took over your eyes “...this pussy is still yours I promise baby it is... I’m still yours” you continued causing more grunts to escape from Edwin’s mouth. It was all he could imagine from the moment he saw your hips sway into the party... for you to still be his.

“Fuck mamas... cum with me right now... show me how much you missed me angel” Edwin insisted as you clenched around him with every ounce of energy your body had left. Profanities exited both you and Edwin as your intense highs took you both by surprise. Sex with him had always been great, but nothing had compared to the feeling of longing for each other so bad after time apart.

You both lay there silently for awhile. Partially still trying to catch your breath and partially waiting for the other to speak first. Neither of you knew what this meant. If you went back into this relationship thing full on or leave as if this night never happened. If you two were truly meant to be together always or if someone else was more destined for you than each other. As every scenario crossed your mind, Edwin pulled you in close to allow your head to rest against his chest. His fingers lightly moving back the pieces of hair that covered your face.

“Ed-” you tried to speak before his lips leaned down to yours, giving you a passionate kiss.

“Can we just lay here for awhile? Not think about what happens now or where we go next and just... live in this moment for a bit?” Edwin confessed as he let his heart take the lead for the rest of the night. A sudden sense of relief flowed upon you as you felt content with just being present with him and only him. No drama. No fighting. No yelling. Just you laying on him, listening to the soothing sounds of his heart beat.. just like old times.

[blushnote]

ur writing is absolutely wonderful !! i was wondering if you could right a hansol kind of thing (wow i suck at wording things haha) where ur on a call with a really good friend of yours and your talking about how you can't get off at all and ur too shy to tell hansol, but secretly he's listening to the whole conversation,,and later he brings u into the bedroom and u have the kinkiest sex,,he's 100% a dom just to get u off–

↳ requested | 2.5k words

↳ dom!hansol smut

a/n: thank you my love! btw, some slight warnings include degradation and choking. sorry for the delay on this! i hope you enjoy :^)

the practice room is empty.

as you drag your feet along the polished floorboards, engaged in a slightly humiliating conversation with your best friend, there is a coarse heat that blooms across your face. you find it difficult to meet your eyes in the wide mirror, and instead keep your back turned while the confession trickles from your lips. it’s something along the lines of your recent inability to get off, how it’s been causing much frustration.

“i’ve tried so much shit,” you sulk, tugging your sweater tighter around your frame, “my usual vibe just isn’t cutting it, the showerhead on full goddamn blast doesn’t work, and even that dildo i bought from the sex shop last year is fucking failing me. this sucks.”

a sigh crackles on the receiving line. “i’d stab myself,” your best friend then laughs, “but, yeah, that’s really rough. maybe you’re thinking about it too much?”

“i don’t know… maybe.”

you’re completely lost as to what’s wrong with your body. there had been one night where you sat on the shower floor so long with the head guzzling between your legs that the water actually went cold. arousal was coated to your folds, but the orgasm never happened. on occasion, if you really tried, you could force some sort of contraction, though it was incredibly meek and unsatisfactory and it only made you irritable.

“have you told hansol?”

you’re blinking absentmindedly at a backpack in the corner of the practice room when the question hits.

“w-what?” you stutter despite hearing your best friends’ words exactly.

“y’know, have you spoke about it to your boyfriend? i’m sure he could, well, help.”

you swallow tensely. hansol was completely incognizant to your current dilemma. one part of you figures it might put too much pressure on him to perform, and the latter is too terrified to even mention it to him out of some miscellaneous fear he’s going to think you’re broken. furthermore, it was difficult to have a moment of privacy with hansol when he practically lived at the company building alongside his members.

scuffing the floor with your sneaker, you shrug and say, “there hasn’t been much alone time between us lately. besides, i don’t want to pressure him.”

“trust me,” your friend snorts, “i do not think he would feel pressured. from experience as the third wheel, it looks like he really has a hold on you when you two get… handsy.”

you jam to a halt in your idle pacing while a prickling heat slithers up your limbs. for the most part, you and hansol were a reserved couple, meaning you weren’t all kissy-kissy and slobbering over each other like some blissfully unaware relationships. however, it wasn’t that hard to tell when you two needed to escape the public glare and find some privacy. hansol was never fond of playing coy to his impatience.

“anyways, i have a shift starting at eight o’clock, i should get going.” your best friend sighs.

“have fun, idiot,” you chuckle, “and thanks for hearing me out, i appreciate it.”

“no problem, dumbass. talk to you later.”

as you hang up the call and wriggle your phone into your pocket, you make an impetuous glance toward the door of the practice room. suddenly, this balloon of dread sticks to the walls of your stomach. the door isn’t fully shut, in fact it hangs open a lot more than a crack and you’re already wondering if anyone lingering in the corridor could have heard your conversation. the panic creeps steadily upon your face.

before you can even try to calm down, hansol seems to pop from thin air. he swings the door wide open and peers inside the practice room, his expression igniting when he sees you awkwardly hovering beneath the burning white lights. hansol enters the room to grab the backpack you’d been staring at earlier. he puts it over his shoulder and approaches you, smiling sweetly as his black hair nearly hides his eyes.

“found ya,” he grins, reaching for your hand and interlocking fingers, “are you ready to leave now?”

judging from his behaviour, he appears to have not heard anything. one headphone is plugged in his ear anyways, so you assume almost too quickly he’d been listening  to his music. the breath you release seems to quiver as it ghosts between your lips. subduing the earlier dread, you delicately brush the thick strands from hansol’s eyes and then place a light kiss on the tip of his nose.

“i’m ready.” you  nod, squeezing his hand.

“it’s been awhile since my last stay at your apartment, huh?” hansol reminisces as you two exit the practice room together. you note that his arm glides around your waist, pulling you particularly firm against his side while he purrs, “i guess we should make the most of it this time.”

you’re starting to think hansol heard you in the practice room, the frayed ends of your suspicion finally cooled in hard wax when he steps behind you at the vanity, his hands pressing tightly to your hips as you remove an earring. the tiny bead slips from your fingertips and rolls across the table when hansol pops the button on your jeans, your throat suddenly vacant of all moisture, the little hairs raising on your skin.

“s-sol,” you stutter, meeting his lustered, amber eyes through the mirror, “what are you doing?”

hansol pushes himself in a thinner line of proximity against you, until his hard chest is flush to your back and the curve of your ass is rubbing at his crotch. he simply smirks at your question, then begins to pull your zipper down while his other hand grasps at your sensitive side. a surge of heat rushes into your abdomen as hansol proceeds to fit his palm past the strict waistband and into your pants.

rubbing you through your underwear, the boy smirks, “isn’t this what you want though? baby can’t come by herself anymore? needs me to touch her and make her feel good?”

sheer embarrassment coils around you like the shiny scales of a serpent and you want to get blown off the edge of the universe in some torrential wind. however, for the first time in this horrendous dry spell, you feel this astounding, pleasurable sensation seep throughout your body. hansol continues massaging between your thighs, the warmth and strength of his palm drawing a tiny whimper from your mouth.

as your head falls back against his shoulder, hansol runs the tip of his index finger along your clothed slit, satisfaction intensely colouring his face upon noting how your arousal is already pooling and soaking the fabric. your chest sharply rises in a curt breath when he twists his index and middle finger beneath the thin cotton to stroke the slipperiness of your flesh. you’ve never wanted to rip off your jeans this badly.

your fingernails plunge deep into the veins of hansol’s pale wrist when he collects the gloss at your slit, dragging up the juices to circle slowly into your clit, ensuring every sensation is wholly felt as he takes his time in the lascivious touches. truthfully, this is what you needed, for hansol to take control and break you down in the best possible ways. he rubs into your clit firmly and you release a pitiful moan.

“i’m gonna to do whatever i want to you,” hansol’s lips hover by the burning cusp of your ear and a shudder melts down your spine, “would that make you feel better? instead of treating you like a princess i treat you like my slut? make you come until your pretty pussy can’t take it anymore?”

dumbly, you nod your head, you succumb to nothing but acquiescence in this desperation that infiltrates you like poison. hansol delights in how malleable you’ve become. to reward your compliance, he begins sinking two fingers into your heat and curls them against the warm, tight flesh, ticking a spot inside you that turns your knees into gelatine. you’re completely distracted as he reaches for a vanity drawer.

hansol’s prodding around inside the compartment flutters in your peripheral vision. you lightly thrash against him when he pulls out your vibrator. you don’t exactly make an effort to hide the device. nonetheless, the sight of him holding it makes your head dizzy. dragging his slick fingers from your opening, hansol massages the wetness into your aching bud before his hand leaves your jeans.

he pushes the restricting fabric a little ways down your thighs then helps you peel your shirt above your head, his hand skimming down your bare side, electrified at feeling your smooth skin. the pale lilac toy seems to taunt you in the mirror. you’re already breathing heavily as his finger feathers the button to tease you. for a moment he places the toy between your legs, dragging it up your clothed centre.

you jolt at the almost ticklish sensation, but a whine is what bubbles at your mouth. hansol finally slips the vibrator below your underwear. its cool, silicon surface glides like silk against your glistening, sopping skin. hansol takes the tip of the toy and nestles it against your clit, a devious curl appearing on his pink mouth before he clicks the button and an intense vibration has you squirming and mewling.

he keeps you pressed tightly against the vanity, mocking your flustered noises in his husky voice, chuckling all while your hips struggle to ride against the buzzing device.

“awe, you gonna come already? dumb little whore can’t hold it for even a minute?” hansol laughs, though you just grit your teeth and focus on gaining more contact between your clit and the purple toy.

his palm then pushes beneath your bra, taking a hold of your breast and harshly groping the plush skin, pulling and massaging while the stimulation from the vibrator replaces your blood with euphoria. you grip onto the edge of the vanity as hansol decides to press the little button again. the toy starts to tremble against your clit at a more rigorous pace and you cry out, attempting to bury your face in hansol’sneck.

“m’s-so close, p-please—,” you whimper pitifully.

quickly maneuvering his fingers, hansol undoes the back clasp on your bra, practically ripping the cushioned material from your torso. his palm connects with your already abused breast in a stinging slap, and he roughly squeezes the flesh while clicking the vibrator to a higher setting. in a broken chorus of curse words you sink your nails into his wrist, your bud throbbing as the climax makes you starry-eyed.

your arousal coats the vibrator until it’s glimmering. under regular circumstances you would have been utterly embarrassed, but given the fact you haven’t experienced an orgasm in a blue moon, you’re fully expecting to have the toy swimming between your legs. hansol feels your body quivering against him and he grins. he turns it off  and tosses the vibrator onto the vanity like it no longer serves any purpose.

his hand slips back into your underwear. you flinch upon his contact with your core, though he only teases your slit with a light tracing of his fingertips.

“all this come between your legs,” hansol begins kissing up your neck, “you’re such a messy little girl, aren’t you, baby?”

you agree, instantly nodding your head. for a moment hansol presses his fingers into your heat, pumping them gently, pulling out more of the stickiness which he then smears down the side of your thigh.

“do me a favour.” hansol entreats, turning you around by the hips and helping you sit on the vanity, his eyes sparkling. he grabs your wrist and guides it to your core, “finger yourself for me,” he growls.

“but hansol i—,” the beginnings of a question fumble at your lips, though you are silenced a mere second later when hansol wraps his hand around your throat and applies a spotting, stern pressure. he inclines into your body and you can smell the fresh scent of aftershave on his skin.

“just shut the fuck up and do what i tell you,” hansol seethes, a dark glint momentarily casting in his golden gaze. the next moment, he smiles faintly and places a soft kiss on your lips. “now,” he whispers against your mouth, “finger yourself. and stop only when i tell you.”

as his hand pulls away from your neck, you can’t deny that the risky contact felt somewhat electric. your boyfriend sits on the edge of the bed, leaning on his elbows, watching your slightly tremouring fingers glide up and down your slit before swirling tiny circles around your sore bud. hansol drags the black fringe from his eyes once you push in your digits, a sticky, squelching noise making your ears burn.

then, you begin to pump them, a sharp crinkle darting across your brow. your core is still sensitive but you can already feel the coil start to rebuild itself. faster, deeper, you construct a pace, perspiration growing flush to your forehead as hansol’s gaze skips between your thrusting fingers and the gaping of your lips. brushing down on your clit with your thumb, a moan breaks from your chest.

“f-fuck, a-ah— hansol m’gonna c-come a-again,” you mewl as the sensation towers into the clouds.

he says nothing, simply observes in a state of pure lust while you roll your hips, practically riding your own hand. you almost forget his earlier instructions in the midst of the pleasure that ripples in the powerful surges from your stomach, seizing your body until it shivers in the mellow afterglow. your fingers begin to slow, but hansol snaps at you, and you swallow harshly upon the sudden sensitivity.

“p-please, sol,” you whimper as your nerves start protesting the touches, “it h-hurts…”

“isn’t this what you wanted?” hansol taunts you once more. “you wanted to come, didn’t you?”

biting into your bottom lip, you roll your exhausted clit between your fingers and nod. it is what you wanted, and despite the cautionary shocks from your body, you feel yourself waning for more. hansol stands swiftly and marches toward the vanity. he slips his warm, firm hand just underneath your jaw, tampering with your air supply only marginally while pressing your head back to the glass mirror.

he looks unflinchingly into your eyes, “so don’t complain.” hansol advises, though it seems more like a warning.

tucking his nose close to your hair and tightening his hold at your throat, hansol manages to send another jolt between your trembling thighs as you continue rubbing yourself, every patch of your flesh feeling ravaged by flame. “now turn around and bend over,” he growls into your ear, “let me fuck you open on my cock like the dumb little slut that you are, huh?”

[jlpplays1]

~Drake- “You’ll See, Walker..” He says with sweet smile and a kiss. ❤️ Part 2 *

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Book: The Royal Heir

~~all characters belong to pixelberry, just borrowing them for my story.

Rating: mature

Summary: Drake has planned a day of special surprises

(Both Parts =3,728 words)

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Author’s note: Hey guys!! FINALLY here's Part 2!!! It's been sitting in my drafts for while now so if you forgot what happened here's Part 1 (x) This is a first for me, writing with my friend @justdani14 for our Ride or Die story (* @fallenangelsjenniferanddani ) inspired me to write a piece with Drake surrounding the idea of "Do you want to dance?" ((Since he is one of my all time favorite guys around)) and it’s become this really super sweet, fun story that I built up from that. Hope you like it!!

I had a lot of fun writing it, and I don't really write that often ( @jlpplays1writes ). I wasn’t originally going to post it, I just wrote it first fun but hopefully it gives you some smiles :) <3 and I’d love to know your favorite part if you liked it!!!

Find Part 1 here :)

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“I remember you saying how you and your mom used to sing this song to you, so I found it on a cd..” he pulls output a shiny copy of a cd with the words “I Can’t Help Falling in Love with you- Elvis Presley ” written across the disc.

..“Do you want to dance?”

“Drake,” I say kissing him long and deep. “of course I do. What are we going to play it on?” I say sitting up.

He goes behind the other couch and grabs-

“Drake, is that a boombox?! Did you have that sitting there this whole time?”

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“Yeah, the one and only.”

“I haven’t seen one of those in years!”

“When I stayed out here in Cordonia, I begged my mom to let me keep it. I know it’s a little old fashioned, but there’s nothing like listening to the music on a gem like this..and now,” he says holding out his hand for me to take, “and now I realize why I was meant to keep it all of those years ago. It was fate.”

We look into each other’s eyes, humming and swaying in sync to the music dancing to the song that I hold close to my heart.

Drake’s POV

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She looks at me with such vulnerability in her eyes.

I take a deep breath and hold hold her close, same she does with me..listening to the music.

“I know that it sounds corny, but when we spend time together like this, it’s so nice to see you smile. It’s like you’re glowing from the inside out, I swear..”

“Well it certainly feels like I am. Spending this time with you is better than anything. I really mean that, Drake..I love you so much.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and I hold her close.

“Well..” I say, brushing the hair away from the side of her face. “These are things that I’ve thought about you for a long time now, so now that your Mrs. Walker- " I say giving her a light kiss “you’re gonna be hearing them a lot more often. It’s really special that you are my wife. That this is real. That you are real.”

"It may sound silly, but it’s so nice to just be able to tell you how much I love you.” She says. “Which.. is a lot by the way. It’s one thing thinking them & feeling them and another thing to actually be saying it out loud. Now we can just do that and I can say it whenever I want. Straight to the man that is taking up so much room in my head.. and in my heart.” She looks at me, deep into my eyes.

“I love you Drake Walker.”

“And I love you Mrs. Walker.”

Her eyes flick to my lips, then she kisses me. I was so sucked into the moment that I almost forgot to kiss her back. Then she breaks away, and just like that it is over too soon. She kisses me slow, long and deep. Her love shining through the intimacy of the moment. My love for her right back.

This moment just feels so right. “I’m so proud of you, you know.” I say quietly in between humming the soft tune.

“Me?!” She says lifting her head up. “Why are you proud of me?” She says surprised.

“Because... every time something seems to go wrong, you make it right.” I gently spin her out, bringing her back into my chest again. “Because you are always there for everybody when ever they need it most.” I look into her in her eyes. “There for me.” I kiss her pouring all of my love into it.

“You are everything. My everything. And my wife. God, I love saying that.” I really am so proud of her.

We stay like like that for a couple of more minutes, me holding her in my embrace. Us dancing to the music. I could stay like this for hours. Just me and her.

I don’t even know how long we stay like that for in a comfortable silence, still swaying.

“Drake..” She says looking up into my eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” Her voice is nothing more than a whisper.

“For what?”

“For doing all of this for me. For taking the time out to go so above and beyond. Just to make me happy..which you..very much so..accomplished. So thank you.”

“Me too, Walker. You make me happy too. So so happy.”

For the last few hours we’ve been exploring our new home, and this one of our best adventures yet. Just holding each other close.

“You know, I know that I’m no longer the little 8 year old kid searching around Liam’s castle, but this was really fun. Even more fun than it was when I was a kid. I think it’s because I’m with you.”

“Being with you makes it so much better for me too. And haha it really was! But next time let’s bring a can of Raid though- that bug spay.. Those back entrance halls..there were a lot of creepy crawlers!”

“Haha! That sounds like a plan. You’ve got it, Walker.” I gently kiss her again, on the forehead this time as she sinks into my warm embrace.

Holding each other tight, she puts her head and a hand on my chest again. Right where it belongs.

The song ends and she kisses me gently one more time.

“That might have been the only one that I had on cd, but there’s speakers around the room..lets me connect my phone to it, so I wanted to dance with you to this one too.”

~~End Of Drake’s POV~~

~~~~~

He plugs in his phone, and ‘Everything’ by Michael Buble comes over the speakers.

🎶You're a falling star, you're the get away car🎶...🎶You're the line in the sand when I go too far 🎶

🎶You're the swimming pool on an August day🎶...🎶And you're the perfect thing to see🎶

🎶And you play you're coy, but it's kinda cute🎶...🎶Oh, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do🎶

🎶Baby, don't pretend that you don't know it's true

'Cause you can see it when I look at you🎶🎶...

“I’m so glad that we found this room!” That we found each other. I say laughing as he spins me out squealing a little bit. This is exactly where I belong. I think as I look up into Drake’s warm dark brown chocolate eyes.

🎶🎶🎶And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times

It's you, it's you; you make me sing

You're every line, you're every word, you're my everything🎶🎶🎶

We dance, having so much fun until the song is over.

~~

“Wow, you know what, this place is really nice, the more and more I look around, the more and more I love it!”

“I know! Me too.”

“So how about a game?” I say.

“I have a better idea..”

“What? Why would you take me to a pool room and then not have us play?” I say teasingly.

“Ok, we can still play and I know we’ve been hiding out in here like all day, but I have something else in mind, if that’s ok.. before our day ends.”

He looks at me with such an adoring sweetness in his eyes, I love this man so much.

“Of course its ok, Drake.”

“Ok good, I was hoping you would say that..”

“I came prepared, Walker. So if you want to play pool than we totally can, but I have a little surprise first.”

“A bigger surprise than this?” I say chucking, still looking around the room. We may have been in here for a while talking, but I still can’t get over the beauty of this secluded room.

He reaches behind the side chair in the lounge area, and pulls out a few things. There is a basket filled with all sorts of goodies. “I got us some snacks and I was going to grab champagne but opted out for the sparking water instead.”

“Awww”

He sweeps his thumb lightly over my jaw.

His voice is softer as he continues, “Let me make love to you. Let’s try for that baby again.”

~~

I feel my breath hitch.

“Ok.”

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It doesn’t take long to fall into that stride. You put your hand over his. Guiding him and showing him just what you want.. just what you like.. and just what you need. What’s he needs. It is pure bliss for the both of you as the two of you melt away together.

—————

“You know,” you look down at your intertwined hands resting on your belly. You are both exhausted but in the best way possible, “there could be a baby in there really soon.”

“Heh, you know what? That’s very true.”

He brings our locked hands up to his warm lips, kissing the back of my hand tenderly. “Or there could actually already be, if you think about it..And if we are lucky enough for that to be true, I promise that will love that baby with every ounce of me and all of my heart.” He says.

~~

He’s tracing small circles on the back of my hand that’s now placed over his heart, I feel the warmth of it beating.

“I know you will, I will too.”

“I know.”

That’s all we need to say, because although it’s two simple words, we both know how true they are.

I bury my head into his shoulder, his arm wrapped around me. We stay quiet just basking in the moment holding each other tight.

“Hey Drake?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, and I know it may sound silly but thank you for marring me..”

“Honey,” He says and I look up at him.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too. And thank you for being my wife.” He kisses the top of my head.

We lay like that in each other’s warm embrace for a while and eventually fall sleep cuddled together. I am a little worried about how Dr. Ramirez said that this could take awhile, considering we have so many people counting on us. But all I can think of right now is my love for this beautiful man that I get to call my husband. This may be harder than we thought but we will get through this together.

~~

Find Part 1 here ☺️