#hmm colored and lines as options

[lavenderspectra]

I'm thinking commissions would be as portraits, half body, and full body illustrations!

[charlotteking23]

My Makeup Tester - MV33/1

Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: you and Max go to a makeup store to test some products out on him.

“Hmm, Maxie which color do you like better?”, you said holding up two shades of pink lipsticks.

Max looked up from his phone putting it away in his pocket, the other hand holding a basket full of makeup products.

“Umm, the one on the left”, he said inspecting the shades closer, satisfied with his choice.

You hold up the lipsticks again before putting the one Max wanted into the basket.

We walked around the store until you saw some Korean lip tints.

“Look Maxie they have those viral lip tints here”, you said excitedly pulling him over to the area.

You look between the shades option trying to see which one is better.

“Maxie I need your help”, you said turning to Max with a pout on your face.

“ What is it liefje”, Max said squishing your cheeks together, grinning softly at your adorableness.

“Can I put this lip tint on your lips?”, batting your eyelashes.

“Why can't you put it on your lips?”, Max asks confusingly.

“I already have lipstick on my face so it won’t show and it’s hard to get my lipstick off," you pouted, bringing your hand up to Max’s lips.

Max just nodded in acceptance not wanting to see you sad.

Max saw you grabbing the lip tint and carefully putting it on his lips. To him time seemed to slow down when you were doing it.

Slowing he wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoyed looking at your concentrated face seeing a small pout form on your face at the color you don’t like.

Finally, after a few minutes, you reached a verdict on the color that would be perfect.

“Hey, why are you putting it on your skin, when you just tried it on me?”, Max said looking at you swiping the color on your wrist.

“I have to test the color theory to make sure it also looks good on my skin”, you said holding up your wrist.

But instead, Max takes your wrist kissing the inside of it.

The action made you blush in embarrassment, looking like a tomato.

“Awww, my red tomato”, Max said teasing you.

“Noooo Maxie, that’s a horrible nickname and I hate tomatoes”, you said pulling his arm toward the checkout line to pay.

“Hmm, what about my Cherry, he whispered.

“Cherry…”you whispered, testing it out on your tongue.

You liked cherries a whole lot better than tomatoes.

“Alright, my sweet Cherry”, Max said paying for your items before walking out holding your hand, and the other holding your shopping bag.

[peaktora]

𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˚◞♡ ⃗ dad!satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ when gojo comes home, he’s delighted to see his daughter applying makeup to his wife's face.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.9k words. you & gojo have a daughter (obviously). established relationship (married). the reader is referred as “mommy” by the kid but other than that there’s no use of fem terms.

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚.┊i completelyy overdid it, this was supposed to be under six hundred words but oh well

late at night, with the moon casting a soft glow, gojo wearily steps into his home. all he wanted now was to unwind. his body was sore and he craved food, a hot shower, and then sleep. as fast as possible. which he was sure would be put on hold because of you and his daughter. two people he trusted were still awake — who always stayed up just to see him.

he laughs to himself, remembering the countless times he scolded you and your daughter for sacrificing your sleep. but in truth, he loved the surprises he came home to. whether it was you two baking together, with him joining in, or watching a movie where he'd have to catch up on the first 30 minutes, he cherished those moments spent with you and your daughter. it was a family thing.

he quietly slips off his shoes and places them on the wooden rack, the only sound in the house. "they must be sleep," he reasons. he couldn't help but frown. carefully tiptoeing to the kitchen, he heads straight to the fridge, first thing on the list of unwinding being food.

just as he's about to open the fridge, a symphony of giggles dances down from upstairs.

his brows furrowed, hand hesitating on the fridge handle, and glancing towards the stairway. after about thirty seconds of silence, he's convinced that he must've misheard it. but to his surprise, he hears it again.

a smile spreads across his face, knowing his girls were indeed awake and waiting for him.

his mind races as he weighs the options: dinner or investigate the source of the giggles? though deep down, he knows it's a pointless battle. especially when without a second thought, he finds himself practically skipping upstairs. anticipation intertwines with exhaustion, knowing that his loved ones awaits, ready to embrace him in their hold.

thankfully, the sound was so loud that it led him straight to the room where the laughter was coming from. as he approached his bedroom door, voices began to replace the laughter, growing louder and more distinct.

“hmm…what should we do now?”

“well, you’ve got a lot of options.”

his curiosity piqued, he tiptoed closer, skillfully avoiding the creaky floorboards he knew so well. with a gentle touch, he pushed the door open just enough to create a small crack, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the scene inside.

there, in the softly lit room, his daughter sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an array of colorful makeup. the girl’s tiny fingers carefully picked up an eyeliner pencil, her brows furrowing in concentration.

"okay, eyeliner is next mommy!" she declared.

you chuckled softly, leaning closer to her. "alright, my little artist, show me what you've got.”

sitting face to face, eyes locked in a shared moment of love and trust, she delicately traced the pencil along your eyelids. her movements were a mix of focus and excitement, her small hands guided by an invisible artistic instinct. as the lines took shape, her face brightened more and more.

"you're doing great, my little artist," you whispered, voice filled with pride.

she just poked her tongue out from the corner of her lips.

even by only looking through the door, gojo’s heart swelled with a mixture of pride and tenderness watching the scene unfold. it was a simple moment, yet it held so much love. and he loved that.

just as he started to close the door, a sudden creak reverberated through the room. damn it. he stands frozen, desperately hoping that neither of you had noticed. but his hopes were dashed when his daughter's voice rang out, "daddy, is that you?"

his nerves tingled, and he hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage before finally responding, "yes, sweetheart, it's me."

he slowly pushes the door open, finally revealing his presence. your eyes lock, and a silent conversation unfolds, filled with unspoken words and understanding. it was as if he wanted to say he should've let you know he was here, but before he could speak, the girl infront of you interrupted.

"daddy, come join us!" she exclaimed.

he quickly took a seat beside you, watching as his daughter moved from you to him with the eyeliner in hand.

gojo playfully shook his head, teasing his kid, "no way, kiddo. eyeliner isn’t my style." though once she pouted, he couldn't resist her charm, and with a smile, he relented, "alright, just this once."

"maybe twice," she added, dragging the pencil gently along his eyelid.

“maybe twice.” in his head, he was more than happy to let her do it as many times as she wanted.

groaning, you stood up. “well, you two have fun."

gojo shut his eyes, "hey, how ‘bout a little photoshoot after this?" he suggests.

you place a kiss on his head, "yeah, no, tough pass." and with that, you retreated into the bathroom.

soon as gojo heard the bathroom light flicker on, he peaked open an eye, a playful grin on his face. "looks like it's just me and you now, kiddo.”

“close your eyes!” she huffed.

he obediently replied, "yes ma'am," as she closed his eyes for him.

it didn't matter to him if his eyeliner was smudged or if he hadn't done his nightly routine as planned. what mattered was him getting to add another midnight memory to his collection of family moments.

for the most part, he didn't really care if you three stayed up late if it meant he could add more. actually, scratch that — and put an emphasis on "the most part" because he is fucking exhausted.

[bonezone44]

'Non-Standard Issue' (18+)

Dom!Ezra x sub!Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Summary: Ezra and Frankie stay behind while the other Triple Frontier boys go out. Word Count: 1200-ish tags: D/s, bondage, lacy undies, oral (m), lovingly degrading dirty talk (Ezra is a mess) a/n: i finally finished @sp00kymulderr 's Dick Pronoun challenge! I did some last minute editing, i hope it still makes sense.

–”Oh, she's real pretty," says Ezra as he hovers over Frankie's dick. His grinning lips are centimeters away and his gaze sparkles up at Frankie's half-lidded eyes. “Did you dress her up like this just for me, sweet thing?” Ezra asks, referring to the cheap, red lacy fabric wrapping snug around Frankie's package. He sticks his tongue out, stroking the head of Frankie's dick with the tip of it, causing Frankie's gut to stutter. “Didja?”

Frankie can't exactly answer on account of the gag in his mouth and he can't exactly pull the gag out on account of his arms being tied behind his back. So he huffs out a hot breath through his nostrils and nods instead.

Ezra hums, smiling, and gets up from the ground. He returns to the bench across from Frankie. He leans back and spreads his legs real casual-like. As if they've got all the time in the world when they both know that they don't. They both know the rest of the crew is already on their way back to the ship. In fact, Ezra has his handheld radio right next to him. The static buzz is loud and ever present. They've already been updated once after the crew cleared the first checkpoint. 

“While I would love to entertain the image of your quartermaster providing each of you men with a pair of these… salacious panties as part of your uniform, I believe it would be realistic of me to assume you acquired them elsewhere.” Ezra’s chest heaves as he grips himself through his coveralls. “What I wouldn't give to have witnessed you, Big Bad Soldier Boy, perusing the tawdry lingerie and underthings in an adult intimate store. Eyes absorbing the litany of delicate options designed to embrace and conform to the girthy flesh of her–” he points at Frankie’s package. “--sensuous curves.”  Ezra chuckles and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. “Curious.” A lone finger extends from his hand and traces along the underside of Frankie’s hardened cock. “Was your choice inspired by the color or the lacy design? Or, knowing a man of your economical nature, was it the price tag?” He hums, his finger gliding along Frankie’s cock absent-mindedly. “You know, I think you like her lookin’ cheap. I think you like the idea of dressin’ her up and lettin’ any man with a few dollars have a go with her.” He sighs with splendor. “What an honor it is, for me, then, that you allow me to spend a rushed moment with her for free.” Ezra’s hands then find Frankie’s thighs. He rubs them back and forth. “What was your heartrate in the checkout line? How warm were those round, pretty little cheeks when the clerk grabbed these–” he nods to the panties. “--from your trembling fingers? Were you tortured, dear Soldier Boy, or were you enticed by the exposure?” Ezra’s eyes lock with Frankie’s. “Did you allow the clerk to wrap them for you or did you snatch ‘em back with haste, lest anyone else in the general vicinity recognize what kinda man you really are? Or what kinda man you… aren't?” Ezra flicks Frankie’s sensitive dick, causing him to jump. 

Frankie grunts. He wants to fight back. He wants to kick him, but can't exactly on account of his ankles being tied to the chair legs beneath him.  

“Oh she’s sensitive, isn’t she?” Ezra asks. He circles the head of Frankie’s cock with the pad of his thumb. “Is her eagerness fueled by a touch that is …soft? Gentle?” Ezra scrutinizes Frankie’s expression, but can’t discern an answer. “Or does her highness prefer hard and rough like a seasoned whore?” he asks. But Frankie offers no tell. It’s possible that he’s not sure what he prefers, either. “Hmm… well, I have learned through years of practical experience that one can never go wrong with wet.” Ezra’s lips spread into a toothy grin. He leans forward and wraps his mouth around Frankie’s cock, sucking him hard through the lacy material. He bobs his head a few times, moaning, and then pulls off. “What divine flavor she leaves upon my tongue.” He slaps the bottom of Frankie’s cock with his tongue. “If I am not mindful of my hunger, I may forget myself and swallow her whole.” Frankie whimpers and Ezra wraps his lips around Frankie once more.

The radio on the bench clicks and Frankie’s whole body goes still. Ezra is unbothered by it.

“‘Ey, Boris and Natasha, come in,” Santi’s muffled voice bounces around the gear room. “Come in, Boris and Natasha.”

Ezra’s cheeks rise round and his eyes crinkle at the edges. He never stops watching Frankie. He grabs the radio and presses the button to respond before pulling his mouth off of Frankie’s cock. “Boris here,” Ezra gasps. “Is that you, Rocky? Over.” 

Santi laughs. “Yeah, yeah. It’s Rocky. Bullwinkle is taking a leak behind a tree over there.” A muffled ‘Shut up!’ is heard in the distance. “We’re making good time and we’ll be back sooner than we thought. Over.”

“Natasha and I will be ready for you,” says Ezra with his eye’s on Frankie’s cock. “Won’t we, Natasha?” He lights up at the panic in Frankie’s eyes, the desperate way he shakes his head. He chuckles into the receiver. “Natasha is utterly frenzied by the prospect of your return. Over.”

Santi huffs in amusement. “Good stuff, man. Over and out.”

Frankie’s shoulders drop in relief when Santi ends the communication, but not two seconds later Ezra’s lips are pressed against his cock, sending his body back into overdrive. 

“How soon until her sticky syrup springs forth, sweet thing? If she does not find release today, she may not find it for at least a fortnight,” he muses.

Frankie screams into the gag in his mouth, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. He stomps his right foot as well as he can while it’s tied to the chair.

“I will tend to her needs, friend,” Ezra relents. “To sate my own voracious appetite.” he says with his eyes locked on Frankie’s cock. He stuffs as much of Frankie’s hardness into his mouth as he can, shoving him down the back of his throat. The fabric scratches his tender flesh, but Ezra can handle the chafe. Especially when soothed by the delightful twitch of Frankie’s legs and his encouraging whimpers. Frankie thrusts as much as he can into Ezra’s mouth and Ezra allows it–gagging loudly and gasping for air when necessary. “Feed me, soldier boy,” he rasps. “Gimme a taste of this whore’s sweet honey.” He sucks hard on the head of Frankie’s cock resulting in high pitched whines. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Frankie nodding fervently before finally his whole body goes stiff–his legs pulling taut against their bindings. 

As he inhales Frankie’s salty spend, he is tempted to continue his ministrations–overstimulating Frankie until he’s climbed and fallen off another cliff. But the rest of the crew will return soon and they’ve got some clean-up to do. So instead he stands, and cradles Frankie’s tired head against his belly. “Enjoy this moment of respite, soldier boy.” He threads his fingers through Frankie’s hair, nails gliding along his scalp. “You will sleep well tonight, I’m sure of it.”

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a/n: HAPPY MONDAY MORNING, EVERYBODY!!

[breezybangtanbebe]

Mine: JJK💋

A/N: an oldie from my WP Oneshot series🥰 might be slightly unedited because I pulled it from the archives. Forgive the typos por favor..

Tags: JungkookxReader,established relationship, possessive boyfriend Kookie 😋, Halloween party themed, public sex, teasing, edging, raw sex, creampie 😌✨

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"Hold up.....that's what you're wearing?"

Jungkook stops midstride as he stepped away from the steamy bathroom, the small towel shifting quickly underneath his hands as he dried his damp hair. Water still dripped down his bare chest and torso, collecting in the dips of his abs and naval. His bath towel that was barely clinging to his waist shifts as his dick stiffens at the sight of your exposed skin.

You were standing in front of the wall-sized mirror beside your vanity, touching up your make up and fluffing your hair, which laid in full wavy coifs all around your head and down your back. You didn't glance over at Jungkook at the sound of his question, but a part of you knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

The two of you were attending Jimin's yearly Halloween party at his family's lake house just outside of the city. Since freshman year of college, this party was a regular thing, gaining more and popularity as time went on.

Costumes were optional, ranging from minuscule to extravagant. And the two of you tended to ride that middle line when it came to what you wore to these functions.

Well, more so you.

Jungkook could wear a brown paper bag as a costume and still turn heads. Something that before dating him was much less annoying. You stifled your distaste for what Jungkook had set out for tonight. Mainly because it was hot as fuck.

Your boyfriend's normal aesthetic consisted of dark colors, loose-fitting, and a bit emo. But tonight he was going for a bolder look.

Blood red pants that hugged his buff thighs, a matching loose blazer lined with patterned silk and print button-up that you knew would NOT be buttoned up.

He'd always had an amazing physique and filled out whatever he wore. Something you had a love/hate relationship with since making things official. And by no means were you unnattractive. You just preferred to play it cool with how you dressed as to not attract unwanted attention.

But this year, you figured it was time for you to switch it up as well.

"Hmm?" you murmur in response to the question, leaning closer to your reflection to check your lashes. You then planted a gentle hand on the mirror for support, extending your back and deepening your arch to give Jungkook and eyeful of your plump curvy backside from where he was still standing off to the side. He gawks at your voluptuousness for a few seconds before blinking away his thoughts and snapping out of it.

"Don't 'hmmm' me. Turn around." Jungkook steps up behind you, pulling you by your elbow so that you faced him. You huffed stubbornly as you turned on your heels and looked up at him with a full-on pout.

"Whaaaat Kook..." you whine, but your boyfriend isn't phased. He only examines your outfit, glancing over your shoulder at the mirror to see the way your dress stopped just below the curve of your ass cheeks. You unconsciously reached back tug at the hem to pull it only a fraction lower. Jungkook smirks but the expression doesn't meet his eyes when returns his gaze to you.

"I thought you said you were dressing up as a witch..." he quirks a brow at you.

You looked down at your outfit as if you hadn't picked it out yourself and frown innocently.

A witch, indeed you were.

Your skin-tight black dress clung to your body perfectly, accentuating every dip and curve on your somewhat petite body. The sleeves were long, wide at the opening, and hanging down from your wrists at a point. Seeming ordinary from behind, disregarding how short it was, the front of the dress was the real focal point.

A deep plunging neckline, stopping just above your navel, exposed the smooth skin of your cleavage and sternum. Thin black strings were woven through tiny holes lining the v-neck, creating diamonds up to your bust.

"I am. See?" You point to the witch hat a black pair of tall thigh-high heeled boots laying on the floor near the door and Jungkook follows your finger with his eyes. His jaw drops are the shiny leather and he does his best not to drool at the visual of you in them.

"Well...Don't you think this ...costume...is a bit much? I mean...My friends are gonna be there and..." he stammers, pausing as he returned his gaze to you.

"Aaaand..so are mine. What's your point?" you tilt your head and bat your lashes, making Jungkook clear his throat. He takes a look at the back of your body again in the mirror then stared down at the woven laces cutting down your front and between your breasts and drags his teeth over the pink flesh of his inner bottom lip.

You smirked.

"My point is...don't you have a dress that's longer than that? One that covers your ass and tits a bit more?"

You don't even attempt to stifle your scoff at his words, taking a tiny step back to look Jungkook up and down. Which might have been a mistake considering he was still naked and incredibly tempting.

But you held your scowl as you continued.

"Did I say anything about your costume last year? Or now? What the hell are you supposed to be anyway?" you fold your arms over your chest.

Jungkook narrows his brow and shrugs before pointing to the bed, where his outfit was draped over the comforter.

"I'm a vampire...see?" pointing with emphasis at the set of fake fangs placed next to the collar of his blazer. Your eyes follow his hand and you roll your eyes at the tiny white fangs.

"And last year was different. Last year, you weren't mine..." Jungkook pulls your gaze from the bed with his tone as he continues with a pout.

"Are you saying you don't like it what I'm wearing?" you say and Jungkook snorts, reaching up to rub at his nape with a conflicted expression.

"Babe.....is that a serious question? It doesn't matter if I like it or not. I don't know...I just don't want you to be uncomfortable...."  he drops his hand and steps up to close the gap between you, glancing over your shoulder again to stare at your ass.

When you notice the crease of uncertainty in his expression, you let out a sigh.

"Well.....would you be uncomfortable if I wore this?" you gazed up at him. Feeling your eyes, Jungkook tears his away from your reflection.

"Huh? What?...no...Im just saying.." he stammers, his eyes still flitting back to the mirror at your outfit and you can't help but be amused by his distracted features.

You knew you were playing with fire. But tonight was supposed to be fun. So after allowing him to oggle you for a few more seconds, you turn around to face the mirror with a smirk. Jungkook watched you fluff your hair, smudge your dark lips together, and cup at your cleavage to make sure everything was as it should be. Then you locked eyes with his and shrugged.

"Then I'm wearing it. Hurry up and get dressed. We're already late...."

As you turned to walk away from the mirror, you yelp in surprise when you feel Jungkook yanking your arm back, turning you and pressing you against the glass forcefully.

"Jungkook what are you...ah.." your voice trails off into a moan when you feel the front of your dress being lifted. Jungkook nudges at your foot with his, making you spread your legs and grant him access to the apex of your thighs.

Your breathing hitched when you felt his fingers grazing the thin fabric of your panties, the tip of his middle finger drawing a line over the slit of your lips teasingly.

"You don't think...I'm insecure? Do you?" his voice drops an octave, almost to a rasp, and your bottom lip trembles as you struggled to find your words.

"Hmm?" Jungkook questions as he lifted his hand to let it slip under the elastic and down beneath the lace. When his hand makes contact with your sex you gape at the feeling.

"N..No..." you stammer as Jungkook rubs your pussy gently, not trying to focus his touch on any particular area just yet.

"Good...because I'm not...because I already know this..." he pauses as he presses his middle finger down over your clit, creating that pressure and friction your boxy craved.

"...is all mine. You know that right?" Jungkook says slowly, matching the pace of how he rubbed your swollen bud with intent.

You braced your hands at his strong shoulders, moaning softly in response, encouraging Jungkook to up his efforts.

"Mine?" he repeats, leaning closer to kiss your lips tenderly. He pulls back to catch your reaction to his touch, dipping his fingers through your slit to lubricate his actions over your clit over and over until your mouth gapes.

You knew he was waiting for you to respond...

But who could talk with a hand stuffed into their panties like that?

His finger repeated the teasing action on your clit and whimper softly, making Jungkook smile.

"Wear whatever you want baby...Just remember who you belong to,"  he says softly, leaning in briefly to press his lips to your forehead. As he did, you were barely aware of his fingers abandoning your clit until you felt them gliding past your entrance, plunging deep inside of you.

You gasp at the sudden intrusion, letting your head tilt back to hit the glass as Jungkook trailed feather-light kisses down the side of your face and neck, his fingers curling inside of you as he rubbed at the rigid wet flesh.

"This is mine?" he murmurs against your throat, parting his lips to draw his tongue over your pulse, already getting in character for tonight it seems. His teeth graze your skin and your knees start to weaken at the pace of his fingers.

"Mmhmm" you hum in response, pressing your lips together to keep from crying out. Your breathing quickened and your eyes began to roll as you felt your fuse beginning to burn out. The familiar heat building deep inside of you, the tingle of sensation signaling the nearing of your release.

Jungkook chuckles softly as he bit down on your neck and sucked it gently as his fingers began to move faster against your spot until he could feel your walls clenching hard around him, almost pushing him out as you came on his hand.

"That's my girl..." he hissed as you cried out, shaking and digging your nails into his shoulders as his fingers slowed inside of you.

Jungkook slowly pulls his hand away and lifts his head to catch your blissful expression.

Red cheeks and glossy eyes.

Smeared black lipstick beyond the line of your mouth from biting your lips.

You were so perfect to him despite all of it.

He glares down at you with fondness and adoration, his freshly scrubbed skin glowing a smooth tan underneath the lights of your bedroom, and the ever intoxicating scent of his body wash and shampoo fills your senses. You resist the urge to bite your lip as your eyes skimmed over the smooth marbled flesh of his chest, only inches away from your face.

"You're....an..asshole..." you murmur as you panted. Jungkook grins wickedly as he stepped away, brushing his wet hand over the towel at his hips. He bites his lip as he looked down at your trembling knees and dark panties, which were completely soaked through and dripping between you spread legs.

As you widened the gap to keep your dress from getting wet, Jungkook backs away still grinning as he began to dress. He pulls his underwear up beneath his towel, tossing it aside before reaching for his pants.

He cuts you a brief look as he dressed and smirks.

"Looks like you'll have to take those off....."

Jimins house was packed. Cars lined the street and driveway and music could be heard all the way down road. It was a good thing they were deep in the woods, otherwise, there would have been a plethora of noise complaints plaguing the local police station.

The two of you entered the large house hand in hand, greeted happily by mutual friends and classmates. There were many new faces among the familiars, many people not in actual costumes. The looks of wanting and approval of Jungkooks "costume" didnt go unnoticed by you. But neither did the gawks and stares of appreciation for your curves in your dress go unnoticed by your date.

He played it cool though.

Jungkook's behavior wasnt too peculiar as the night progressed. Sure he stayed on your ass majority of the night, dancing closely and holding you by the waist or clutching your hand possessively. But you didn't mind the attention. You absolutely loved it when Jungkook got like this.

He was absolutely the jealous and possesive type but in a healthy way. He never stopped you from being you. But he also had his own ways of coping with it. And he intended on letting you feel how much the attention your costume was drawing was effecting him.

The fact that he knew you still werent wearing panties didnt help that either.

As Jimins house grew more and more crowded, and your feet were beginning to feel sore from dancing and standing in those heels, you and Jungkook eventually found large plushy love seat in farthest corner of the living room.

You were seated comfortably between Jungkooks legs, your back to his front, vibing out and mingling with friends as they passed.

After a while, as the alcohol really began to settle in, you found yourself nestling against your boyfriends hard chest and mumbling along to whatever song was playing.

Jungkook held you close, cradling you in his lap, rubbing at the exposed skin of your thighs gently as his buzz deepened.

"i looove this song.." You groaned out suddenly as the musc changed and a sultry guitar began strumming and the smooth vocals filled the wide space.

Jungkook lifted his brow as you pushed up from his chest to sit up and let your feet touch the floor.

You slowly began dancing from where you were perched on his lap, humming the melody drunkenly and winding your hips in slow circles to the beat. You felt Jungkooks body stiffen slightly beneath you and you smiled inwardly at the feel of his hands slowly coming up to grip you at your waist.

"Hey Beautiful.....what are you doing...." Jungkook says to you, his chest vibrating against your back as you continued to grind back against his lap.

"Babe....." Jungkook he sighs in your ear, a warning in his voice evident as you reached back to touch his hair, still snaking your body to the beat.

"Dont think you can tease me baby..." you hear and feel warm against your cheek as Jungkook leaned into your touch, gripping your hips and letting his hands slide over your thighs and back to your waist.

".....and dont think I wont fuck you right now....in front of everyone....Im not that drunk..." his husky whispers make you bite down on your lip, mischief sparking in your eyes and excitement strumming in your chest at the thought.

You looked around at the many people only a few feet from where you and Jungkook were tucked away. Sure the music was loud, the dim lighting and smoke was concealing them enough. But anyone could walk over to the couches to sit. Any of their friends could come over to talk. At any moment.

That alone was enough to turn you on even more. The idea of getting fucked in front of everyone and the possibility of getting caught had you clenching with need and you already knew you were beginning to drip because pf the alcohol.

Fuck it.

You ignored him as you kept rubbing your ass over him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Teasing him in small circles with your hips and letting your hair sway over your back. Seducing him with your curves and shameless lapdance as if no one was watching.

This only went on for a few seconds until you felt Jungkooks body relax, his hands at your hips gliding back to tug at the back of your dress. You gasp when you feel his warm hands on your bare ass, squeezing at your pliant skin as you continued to move.

Jungkook shifted behind you, lifting his hips just enough to unbutton his pants and push the front of his underwear down to free himself.

Your breathing hitched when you felt how hard he actually was, almost pulsing beneath your heat. Jungkook eased back in the seat, his chest heaving at the feel of you sliding the face of your pussy over his shaft, slicking his length with your wetness.

"Youre so fucking wet baby..fuck..." Jungkook murmured as you slid over him, the tip of him brushing against your clit and entrance with every movement.

You whined at the delicious tease , your hands braced on the arms of the chair as you rocked your hips back and forth. You lifted up slightly  and Jungkook takes that as his opportunity to grip himself at the base, lining the head of his dick up with your slickness and rubbing it against you gently as you moved.

Seeking permission to enter.

With hooded eyes, you glanced around at the party still occurring around the two of you. Everyone seemed completely distracted, drunk or high and under the haze of the atmosphere. Nobody even paying any attention to the horny couple in the shadowed corner of the house.

So slowly, you sank yourself down on him, a low groan and hiss of satisfaction escaping the both of you at the feel of finally being connected. You pressed yourself back until your bare ass was flush against Jungkooks pelvis. The stretch inside of you was welcome, your walls already quivering and trembling around him. They ached for more. They ached for stimulus. They ached for movement.

So you obeyed your body and began to wind your hips again, rising a few inches and sliding back down.

"Fuck..."Jungkook grit his teeth and shut his eyes tight at the feel of you taking him, your body swallowing him and enveloping him with your warmth. Out of reflex, Jungkook thrusted upward to meet your stroke.

You couldnt stifle the moan of surprise at the feel of Jungkooks tip hitting hard at the very back of your desire. It almost hurt but the pain quickly subsided when you felt Jungkook shift behind you.

The chair begins to recline a bit, allowing Jungkook to lean back enough so that his range of motion was extended. And just when you were about to continue riding him, he holds you still by the waist and starts flexing his hips up into you.

Jungkook fucks you deep but agonizingly slow, stroking your body to the soothing rhythm of the song drowning out your moans.

He felt so good, too good. And you bowed your head in an attempt to hidd your face from those in front of you. But you didnt hinder your moans of pleasure as you tried your best to fuck back against Jungkooks deep strokes.

Jungkooks bottom lip stung from his bite, the skin trapped between his teeth as he focused all of us strength into his core and legs as he rammed into you. His hands were digging into your hips, squeezing you and holding your body in place as he chased your high. You were so close, your walls clenching him in and your head falling back as you cried out.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your vision fell out of focus as Jungkook hit your spot with ferocity and it only takes a few more strokes for you to explode around him.

You felt Jungkook sitting up to wrap his arms around your waist, still moving inside of you but more staccato as he relished in the feel of your cresting orgasm.

You felt his shallow breathe at your ear and your head lolls weakly to lean back against his as Jungkook slipped in and out of your walls.

"Mine?...This is mine?" His husky tone sends a chill down your spine,adding to the overwhelming combination of sensations already rushing over your flushed skin.

You moaned softly in response, biting your lip and tightening around him as if that were the answer and Jungkook groans low in his chest as his strokes became stagnant. He held you close, trapping your body against his as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You felt the warmth of his seed coating your walls and another shiver hits your when you feel Jungkooks lips at your ear. His breathing was heavy and his mouth was hot. His teeth nibbled at your lobe softly before he parted his lips to speak

"Kiss me.." he exhales and you immediately turn your head, craning your neck back to lock lips with Jungkook sloppily.

He slowly loosens his arms around you, letting his hands slide back to hold you at your waist as he kissed you. His tongue tasted like green apple jolly rancher and tequila, rolling and twisting with yours, humming low in his throat.

Your walls contracted around Jungkook reflexively when you felt his hand circling your throat gently, coaxing you and leading the kiss as he softened inside you.

The air surrounding the two of you felt thicker, every sound and movement suspended in a place apart from where you were. In this corner, in the house full of people..

The two of existed in a little bubble of bliss on the couch in the shadows. Kissing each other tenderly and passionately, wrapped in Jungkooks strong arms as you leaned back against him.

As if it were instinctive, your eyes open to notice someone approaching the corner and you break the kiss just your little bubble of love is popped by..

"...shit...Taehyung! Hey!" you blurt out, forcing Jungkooks eyes to open wide.

Taehyung steps up through the smoke ,a red cup in hand and his eyes hooded in his half assed Joker costume and stops right in front of the loveseat.

"Tae..Bro...whats up?" Jungkook sits up, repositioning you on his lap and pulling your dress down as much as he could. The movement makes you even more aware of the fact that Jungkooks dick was still inside of you, trapping majority of his dripping cum from drizzle out of you as you both looked up at a drunk and oblivious Taehyung.

"You guys are so fucking cute...its gross" he chuckles, tipping his cup up to take a sip. He takes a long draft of his drink and swallows before continuing.

"Anyway...Jungkook! We're setting up for a round of beer pong in the back. How bout it? Me and you vs Jimin and Hobi..." he slurs loudly over the music.

"Cool. Yea...We'll be right out..." Jungkook yells in response, masking his annoyance seamlessly and Taehyung nods. He shoots you a knowing wink before turning away and youre eyes widen.

He didn't know what had just occurred over here....did he?

You dont have much time to ponder over the thought though.

As soon as he disappeared among the crowd, Jungkook was lifting you from his lap and guiding you to stand, still holding you at your waist. The moment his dick slipped out of you, you pressed your thighs together as tight as you could.

The walk to the nearby bathroom was comical, the two of you shuffling closely with one in front of the the other. Both sheilding each others wet and soiled areas until you reached the privacy of the bathroom.

After doing the necessary things one must do after spontaneous raw couch sex, you were standing in front of the sink assessing your appearance as Jungkook stood wide legged nearby over the toilet with his head back.

"Well...This dress is done for." you huff at your reflection, the seat of the black fabric stained with sex and release. Jungkook lifts his head and gazes over at you and grunts in amusement as he flushed.

His eyes fell to the back of your dress that was not only stained and wet, but parts of it were ripped and stretched beyond repair.

"Here.." he says as he turns to you at the sink while you turn to face him curiously.

Without a thought, he removes his red blazer and drapes it over your shoulders.

"There...We're going outside anyway and Im kind of over Taehyung staring at your ass." he mumbles bitterly as he fixed the garment over your petite body.

You smirk at his jealous remark.

"He can look... But he knows who I belong to.." you arch your brow and Jungkook mirrors you as he placed his hands at your waist beneath his blazer. He pulls your forward into his chest and reaches lower to cup your ass cheeks.

"Act like you fucking know then...." he growls as he dipped his neck to hover over your lips.

You lift your chin to plant a few soft kisses to them, rolling your eyes and giggling against him when he squeezed you harder.

"....that is too bad about the dress though...."he murmurs as he pulled away, loosening his grip on your ass and stepping back to look down at your body.

"I kinda liked it..."

[candycannibal]

mods i'm hoping for if anyone gets a toolset working for datv, i know frosty is already starting to crack at it. in no real order:

-color wheel slider for all color options in the cc

-arm and leg thickness sliders, as well as sliders to push the ones we have a little further

-two toned hair so i can have different color roots, grey highlights, split dyes

-facial and ear jewelry, seems like it'd be easy enough to chop up already available in game assets and tie them to helms. hmm or vitaar maybe, would work for qunari at least. could tie piercings to scars actually, i dont really use the scars because imo they dont look great

-this would probably be impossible but interested to see if anyone can make hairs, maybe mashup hairstyles using available ingame assets?

-along those lines giving us npc hairstyles we dont have access to

-face swapping or feature swapping? antoine for instance has a very inique and interesting face, especially his scar. can npc faces be put into the triangle face configurator?

-unlocking npc armor for our rook, i want to steal some of those cool looks. taash especially has cool gear

-along those lines armor mashups/mix and matches npc and otherwise. can we take some of neve's assets and make prosthetics for rook? the inquisitor's prosthetic arm? can someone figure out how neve gets to wear a hat and also have hair and give that to us?

[scorpioracha]

Skz at carnival

Okay I tried to do something a bit different here where it’s not quite x reader but reader is heavily implied multiple times throughout the hc’s. Lemme know if you like it and don’t forget I live off of reblogs,comments and likes

Pls validate me🧍🏾‍♀️

Bang Chan 방찬

-Carnival dad. I know it sounds stereotypical cause channie is dad/daddy/brother coded but why is he the only one who remembered water,snacks and cash hmm🤨

-Doesn’t really get too involved in the festivities because he’s busy keeping an eye on everyone

-Definitely does headcount’s every five minutes and gives himself minor heart attacks if he can’t immediately find one of you guys

-two words. Buddy. System. You get a buddy!you get a buddy! everyone gets a buddy!!🥳 but being buddies with Chan is a low key punishment cause it means you were doing a lil too much and he saw his career flash before his eyes😭

-there will be no wine catching on this mans watch. Homie is the opp fr😭😭 got his arms folded and everything waiting for one of y’all to get out of line

-overall a stick in the mud and would definitely have more fun if he couldn’t feel mister Park Jin-Young breathing down his neck😩

Lee know 리노

-homie is fascinated. From a dancers point of view he hit the holy grail. He’s literally just standing there like 👁️👄👁️🧍🏻‍♂️ just trying to soak it in because he’s never really seen anything like it.

-oh boy

-once he got a few shots in him he is Chan’s worst nightmare. He broke off from the group and is found twenty minutes later rizzing up anybody who would listen for a quick dance lesson because he needs to learn how to tic and tock😭

-ends up becoming Chan’s first buddy of the day and ends up sulking his way out of it by pulling the dongsaeng card.

-secretly taking videos to send to their choreographer for their comeback

Changbin 창빈

-Changbin got him a plate,a cola champagne and a view. He is not causing no fuss cause he’s getting his protein gains in and seeing some ass LMAO he is a simple man.

-definitely gets smacked upside the head though for trying to get a dancers number knowing damn well the netizens would eat his ass alive🙄

-It’s okay cause he’s back in chan’s good graces with some aegyo and a bite of his beef patty

-also because he basically tackles your ass to the ground for throwing it back on jisung

Hyunjin 현진

-baby boy is basically in an artist’s paradise. All the colors, the lights, the atmosphere. He pretty much wanders around with his sketchbook trying to capture just how live the place is.

-his waistline got a mind of they own though and he’s a fast learner so he doesn’t know what Chan was expecting with you two🙄 like damn dad why can’t it just be a wine between friends🙄🙄

-him,Felix and jisung end up in a like wining train that basically has Chan ready to rip his hair out folicile by follicle because that’s exactly what he told them not to do😃

-besties he is faded by the end of the night off coquito and piña colada’s😭He’s covered in glitter and feathers and has lipsticks stains from he doesn’t even know who.

-is literally returned to Chan hauled over Changbin’s shoulder giggling and mumbling about how it was the best day ever and they should go every year

Jisung 지성 & Felix 필릭스

-Jisung didn’t even wanna come🧍🏾‍♀️

-a crowed street with loud music,lots of people and nowhere to plug in his phone was not the wave. He tried to stick with Minho for the most part but when the liquor hit and kitty boy because a train wreck he realized that was no longer a feasible option😭

-his next best bet is Felix but he was not ready for the extrovert to extrovert😭😭

-he’s just trailing behind the blonde like a lost puppy until the initial new setting uneasiness wears off and he realizes he kinda likes it

-in the next hour he’s got a random countries flag wrapped around his waist and him and Felix managed to climb on top of a float and put those waistlines to work 😩

-Chan has never called for a driver so fast because their asses got sent ✨HOME✨

Seungmin 성민

-to put it bluntly seungmin didn’t go because it’s not really his scene but he thoroughly enjoyed watching the group chat blow up and Chan’s sanity slowly decline from the comfort of his bed

-he also enjoyed that video hyunjin took of you wining on jisung before their fun got cut short

Jeongin 정인

-he was so good and obedient the entire time that Chan lowkey forget he was there 😭

-he kinda wandered off on his own when Chan wasn’t looking at found his way towards the beginning of the parade where things were just a lot quieter and did his little tourist thing

-went to gift shops, took pictures of the floats,the dancers, the ocean, etc and kinda found himself planted in a Starbucks watching from the window and playing games on his phone

-had the gc muted so is literally so detached from the events that happened that day.

-he’s over here posting his little OOTD’s like “had a great time at carnival🎆💃🏾” while Chan and the PR time are trying to do damage control 😭

All in all everyone who went had fun but Chan

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 2: unmotivated (Part 2)

Later at breakfast. Well, it was almost eleven o'clock by the time they ate their cold waffles. Accordingly, they were no longer juicy. “Cough, oh God…"/ ‘You wanted to eat later, hnhn’/ ‘h-hh, I didn't choke because they were cold, you just used too much sugar’/ ‘Really?’. He took a bite and had to admit that she was right.

Lisa looked at him for a moment and then had to grin mischievously. “What is it?"/ ‘Hn… Tell me, what do you see when you look in the mirror?’/ ‘Me, or what else am I supposed to see?’. She nodded and continued. “Mhh, of course, but I think… You look more and more like your father as time goes by"/ ”what, really? I honestly didn't notice"/ ‘hn, I do’.

“I'm glad you're amused by it. At least I didn't inherit his hideous monobrow.” She remembered his father's appearance only too well. The continuous, thick line of black hair above his eyes. They often made fun of it as children.

After breakfast, Lisa took care of her little roommate. “Aww, baby. You look so cute with your little stubby tail. I'm always amazed at how animals cope with the loss of body parts. Their tails are actually used to balance their bodies. But you're coping well, eh?"/ ‘I'll clean the mirror…’.

The mirror in the bathroom wasn't really dirty, but VJ still had to wipe away a few water stains. Once he had done that, he looked at his reflective counterpart. “hmm… She's kind of right… I really do look more and more like him. Holy crap…”

It was almost midday when Lisa heard the door lock being operated. It was always the same rhythmic sound when the key was turned. She could tell exactly who was coming to check on her. But she wasn't really expecting anyone on a Sunday. The door opened with a short, rhythmic knock.

After the door had closed, Lisa put on an annoyed face. “You know very well that I don't like it when you just drop by unannounced. I shouldn't have given you the other key"/ ‘I knocked… Are you okay, sis?’. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Hey, Ethan, two hours earlier and you would have caught us having sex"/ ”Ah… Thanks for that important information, VJ. Is everything OK with you?"/ ‘Did Mam send you?’/ ”No, I'm here today of my own free will. Holly wanted to go to the Summer Festival with the others“/”mhm… We're fine, as always…”.

“And how are you really doing?"/ ‘Oh man, Ethan, you ask me that every week’/ ”I know, but your eyes say otherwise. I know you're depressed. But there's no point burying your head in the sand. It may not have been enough to become a doctor, but you can still be an assistant“/”It's called a veterinary assistant“/”oh, yeah, right, sorry”.

“I just don't have the motivation at the moment, o.k.?"/ ‘Hhh… man, and I always thought VJ was the one who would lie lazy on his back’/ ‘hey, be careful with your words’/ ”hehe, I didn't mean it like that, o.k.? How's it going in the workshop?"/ ‘Good, the boss said they needed someone like me’.

“Why don't you at least get a mini-job or something first, huh? Or do you want to live in this trailer for the rest of your lives?"/ ‘I know it's not very nice here, but it will be one day, okay?’/ ‘This place is really lacking a bit of color’/ ‘Yeah, yeah… You better tell me how Holly is doing?’.

“She's doing well, Michael and Peter too. I didn't think living together as a flat share would go so well"/ ‘Well, they're both gay, so you don't have to worry about one of them coming on to your girlfriend…At least she can start her second semester now,’ said Lisa, rather depressed. “Now don't let this get you down, okay? You still have so many other options."/ ‘Yes… Let's see…’.

“and when are you coming to visit us again? You haven't been back for a while. Mam keeps asking about you, Darleen and Arlo too"/ ‘Hm… And Dad?’/ ”Him too, of course. He's currently training new soldiers. He's happy to finally be able to work in a barracks again. But he won't be called up for any more missions.“.

“yes, he can continue in his dream job, albeit with a few restrictions"/ ”you see, it's similar to you. Hey, you've still learned a lot. Just turn it into something good. O.k.?"/ ‘hh… I'm really still waiting for my click moment’/ ‘alright… will you come by anyway?’/ ”mh, o.k.“.

“And if you need anything, you know I'm happy to help… And as I said, a bit of paint wouldn't hurt the room"/ ‘well, as long as it's not pink’/ ‘hnhn… And… I'm sure you want to start a family one day, right?’/ ”There's still time. I want to finish my training in the workshop first."/ ”That's right, there's still plenty of time. But it will happen at some point, and then you both should be in a good financial position.“

A few seconds later. There was no ringtone, but Ethan's smartphone vibrated to signal that he had received a call. “Yes? Are you having trouble again? Yeah, okay, I'll be right there"/ ‘What is it?’/ ”That was Xander. Pauline's not at home right now and the little one is cranky.

“Well then, go and see him. I saw the little one the other day, she's turned out really cute"/ ”yeah, and he really loves her like crazy. I can hardly wait to be a dad myself"/ ‘then wait until Holly's back, then you can get started’/ ”hehe. And please don't let yourself go like that, okay? You can do so much more"/ ”o.k.” . Ethan said goodbye to VJ and the cat. For him, it was just a short visit to check that his sister was really well. He was always worried, no matter which family member it was.

After her brothers had left, Lisa went to the desk and watched VJ while he played video games. Surprisingly, he stopped quickly and then turned to her. “What, why are you smiling like that?"/ ‘You heard him, get a job and we can make lots of babies’/ ‘hnhnhn, oh man, VJ’.

“Huh…"/ ‘Really, sweetie… I quite like the idea of holding a little thing like that in my arms with you’/ ‘How long have you been thinking about it’/ ”For a while now. And I only want the best for our mini Alvi, so…let's really rake in the cash, shall we?"/ ‘Oh man…alright. hnhn, I love you’/ ‘mmh, that's how it should be’. Lisa is also surprised by her boyfriend's development. After they arrived in Bridgewood, he immediately looked for an apprenticeship in a garage. And he was already enthusiastic after the first few days. He knew it would be a while before he became a mechanic, but at least he would have learned a trade that can earn him good money. And Lisa? She's sure to find the right thing for her. We meet them again later.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @plumbobgothica ☺

NOTE: I made a post at some point in which I wrote that I would really like to do a story with just the two of them. But they are not the only survivors, so I will visit all the others in turn. I will then decide spontaneously which household I will continue with next. :) or I will go with the surprises that the story progression throws at me.^^

[expatesque]

Ok, seeking a classic but not black/grey/camel coat to survive the winter gloom, preferrably wool and under £300. Why are all coats synthetic and depressing?!

Hmm. This is a tough one, particularly the price point.

So just a thought: I view winter coats like the expensive pieces of furniture in a room or kitchen cabinets; I personally think they should be neutral so that they last longer without going out of style, and then you can switch it up with accessories to adjust the look. So I would probably only buy an expensive winter coat in navy outside of that color range above. But! It sounds like you want bold and bright, so let's see what we can do.

For £300, secondhand is probably a good option to get something natural. Winter coats do get donated fairly often, particularly men's ones which can add that very on trend oversized look, so worth popping into your local charity shop to take a peek. They're unlikely to be in bold colors but with luck you might find a tweed or other patterned wool. Online, Darling Vintage loves color and is reasonably priced. She has this green check mohair in stock right now, which isn't quite a winter coat but is very fun. Worth keeping an eye on her restocks, she frequently has coats. Bobby & Dandy is another good source but they do specialize in men's. They've got this red check coat at the moment that looks really warm, if not very formal.

Another idea: wait for the sale. Coats do usually go on good sale at the beginning of spring, so it might be worth keeping an eye on a few brands you like and then swooping in when the sales come on.

Okay now for some actual products: none of these are exactly what you want, but they might spark some ideas.

Rains has completely unnatural coats that are cool, colorful, and very well priced. They have some insulated options made for winter, but I also like their normal jackets + an (also synthetic) uniqlo thin quilted jacket underneath for days when you need the added warmth. Same idea for Stutterheim.

Along similar lines but not synthetic, get a cotton trench that's oversized... And then pair with the uniqlo thin under jacket when needed.

Some wool blends from various places: uniqlo, m&s in blue and green and actually lots of options!

Okay wait! Found some 100% wool ones! Green! Light blue (v slightly out of budget)! Ah and another here, wool and cashmere! at the Net a Porter sale in navy (just a touch above budget. There's also a nice burgundy but it's more like £400).

Whew okay, glad I was able to find a few things in the end. Hope some of those strike your fancy or give you an idea. In general, I personally would find a few 100% wool coats I liked and wait for the sales (although I do think that last netaporter one is nice). For what it's worth, my wool coat is Mother of Pearl and I've loved it for many years now. They don't do bold colors but do have some non-beige or black. They don't usually go on sale, but if you're willing to invest, recommend.

[tumblingdownthefoxden]

"The Assistant and The Star"

Chapter 6: When Old Wounds Bleed

*TW: emotional manipulation

Under the orange lights hung over the marketplace, Simon stood behind masked Asha as she and Hal investigated the stalls with little crafts. She still wanted to have something for Sabino when she returned. There were little people there, which meant no long lines, but the hard part was finding a stall with a little trinket he might like. It was no secret that Asha was great at gift giving, the unspoken part was how picky she was with potential gifts that she finds. Her friends had shown her several stalls but all of the options were either too big or too grand.

Now, Asha stood before a stall of jewelry that Hal suggested, belonging to an older Romani woman. “Is there anything in particular that you are looking for?” She asked. Asha looked up from the bracelets.

“Uhh, what do you recommend for birthday gifts?” “Hmm.” The woman put her hand to her chin. “For family or friends?”

“Family. It's for my grandfather.” Asha said.

“Oh. I know.” She bent down and brought up a box that she opened on the table, revealing 3 statues of rearing horses. “These are some of my best crafts that are in low demand.” She picked up a silver one. “I crafted this one from platinum, so it stays shiny for a long time. It's attached to a piece of raw labradorite stone. Looks unimpressive from the side but there is great wonder underneath.” She turned the horse over to show off the radiant color of polished labradorite at the bottom. Hal reach over and carefully held up the horse. She handed it to Asha but she shook her head. Not quite what he likes. The woman picked up a white horse.

“This one is carved from a block of white marble. If you look closely, you can see the curves and bulges of muscle on the body.” Hal took the horse to look closer at the minor details on the body. “The mane, tail, and hooves are layered with carefully placed gold leaf.”

“Oh, this is impressive.” Hal said. “What about that pale one?”

“Oh, this was my most difficult piece.” The woman commented as she picked it. “It was hard to find someone that sold real and high quality jade. Not to mention how hard it is to even chip at!” She looked at it with adoration and pain. “When I did get it to give way and become a horse, I lined some designs with molten gold.” She handed it to Asha. “Because it's jade, it won't easily scratch, but be careful not to hit it on something hard. It's hard but not tough.”

Asha examined the horses for a while. “These are beautiful but they're not I'm looking for. Do you have anything smaller?”

The woman bent under the stall, slightly upset that she couldn't sell her best crafts again. Nonetheless, she placed a long black box on the table. “These might do. Perhaps your grandfather has an interest in the exemplary rare?” She opened it to reveal an assortment of brooches. “The smaller the piece, the easier to add rare metals and stone.” There are a few shaped like leaves and flowers. Others are shaped like dragonflies, moths and various beetles. Now these were more his speed.

Hal held onto the marble horse. "Ma'am? Could I buy this horse please?" The shopkeeper's eyes widened. This was it! Her work wouldn't go to waste! "Oh! Yes! Of course! Let me packaged that for you." She chimes. Asha examined each brooch piece until she found a bronze brooch shaped like a Hercules beetle.

Great detail to the beetle. A shiny allure with a smooth surface. It was cool and nice to touch. Just his style! “This one is perfect! How much do you charge?”

…

Dahlia was talking to Gabo before a stall with wooden utensils when he noticed the three of them approaching. “Hey! You're back! Did you find anything for him?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, he should like it.” Asha held up a little dark box with the brooch inside before putting it in her satchel. “It will look good on his shirt.”

“Sweet. Hal, what’s you got there?”

“A horse!” She proudly held the box with the marble horse that she got for herself.

“Aren’t you worried about your budget? That horse was expensive.”

“Am I not the master of chaos? Had my hand not dealt with various trades? Do I not have all the means to twist fate in my favor? So why must I restrain myself. The world is ablaze my friends. Indulge in the gifts of life for tomorrow is never promised.“

Everyone looked at her like she just prophesied the heat death of the universe.

“Anyway… We found a new mural in the market.” Gabo said.

“Oh, another? Let me guess. Is it a dog playing with wishes? Or cats?” Asha asked, weary. There's been an odd trend in murals lately. No matter what, they all had to do with wishes.

“Oh, no. This one is of a bull!” Gabo pointed at the wall behind the utensil stall, where there lay a large painting of a happy bull wearing a flower wreath around his neck.

Now they had Asha's attention. Valentino stood back and looked over to notice some dandelion flowers at the corner of the stall. He licked his lips at the sight. First, he checked Asha. Then he checked Charo and the surrounding area. No one was near and Charo could handle a threat. Valentino walked over and sniffed the flower before eating it. It’s been so long since he got to eat some dandelions. He looked over to see a plucked dandelion laid on the ground a few feet away. He excitedly trotted out to eat that one too. There were three more dandelions laid out in a line from him. Valentino ate one more dandelion before looking back at the group. He was just past the stall and was farther from Asha than he wanted. Before he could walk back to her, a pair of hands seized Valentino. One hand closed over his mouth, the other held him against the body of a figure that disappeared into the night.

The others came to the scene and took a look at the wooden utensils when Simon spoke up. “Hey, uh, where did Valentino go?” Asha looked down and noticed his absence. She looked back at the jewelry stall and around the utensil stall. “Oh. Oh no!” She went. Valentino always went where she went. Not unless someone held onto him.

“Oh no. Did you see him?” She asked them. They shook their heads.

The group split to look for the baby goat. Simon and Charo stayed near Asha when they heard a soft and long bleat. From near the end of the market. Immediately, she ran after the sound. Simon ran after her when a young man ran out from the side, crashing into him and knocking both of them to the floor. “Ow! Watch where going! Ah!” He hissed.

Simon was the first to rise when he saw the unscathed man before him, hissing as he held his arm. “Oh stars! I am so sorry! I didn't see you!” He apologized, reaching down to help up the man whose legs had suddenly given out.

Asha went on without him, Charo still on her tail as more panicked bleats sounded. Running through alleyways and across streets. Nearing the edge of the city, the two passed by an alley when another pair of hands grabbed Charo in a similar manner as Valentino and retreated. Only a strained yowl called Asha's attention. She turned to see that she was now alone in her pursuit for her goat.

“What? Charo? Simon?” She called out.

“Looking for someone deary?” Asked a soft voice. A familiar voice. Asha froze. That voice. She slowly turned towards the forest to see a smiling woman with long blonde sausage curls. In her arms, she held Valentino, mouth clamped shut with her hand.

“Oh, hello there.” She said. She was still disguised so maybe she can just get Valentino and leave if she played dumb. “How are you doing today?”

“I'm a little upset actually. My hopes of getting my wish granted today were crushed.”

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe the King will grant your wish during the Autumn Equinox Ceremony. Or the King might grant it before then? You never know with him.”

“Oh yes, but I think his assistant might know.” She said with a knowing smile as she gently stroked Valentino’s face with her thumb. He bit down on her hand but she made no expression of pain. “But tell me Asha. Just how is the King?”

‘She knows!’

“He's… better. Can I please have my goat back?” She needed to leave now.

“Oh, why the rush? Can't a lady have a nice chat with her old friend?”

“I need to go home, Tiffany.”

“The night’s still young. I'm sure your mother won't mind. Speaking of your mother, I saw her on the stage. She was quite happy with her spinning wheel.”

“Oh yeah! She was waiting a while for it. Like everyone else up there.”

Tiffany’s smile disappeared. “I also saw her wink at you before getting off stage. Do you know why that is?”

“She wanted to say bye.”

“Are you sure? You are the King's assistant and she is part of your family.”

Asha took a step back. “What are you getting at, Tiffany?”

“Everyone knows the racket, Asha. The King's assistants get their wishes granted, and usually their family wishes too. Maybe even their closest friends.” Tiffany took a step forward.

“During your first year as his assistant, I told you my other wishes because he wouldn't take them. I remember those wishes, and I know they weren't granted.”

“I can't just convince the King to grant your wish! And I... stopped being friends with you a year ago!” She hesitated.

Valentino jerked as Tiffany dug her nails into his skin.

“You may have been on shaky grounds with me, but that doesn't excuse how you didn't tend to my needs!”

Asha lunged forward and yanked Valentino out of Tiffany's arms and made to run when two men appeared, blocking her path. One man was the same fellow that ran into Simon. The other was much larger and bulkier than him.

“Don't you consider friends to be your family?” Tiffany continued. “How come you were never home when I visited like before? How come you haven't sent me your letters anymore? How come no wish of mine that I gave you came about after nearly 3 years? The King was oddly polite with your mother so he was more than willing to fulfill her desires with her association to you. How did you even acquire this position without a care for the people.”

Asha still faced her new obstacles.

”Look at me when I'm talking!” Tiffany grabbed her sleeve to pull her closer. Asha yanked away but she held on, ribbing the cloak fabric. Valentino jumped down and rammed into Tiffany, making her lose her grip. The goat ran off past the men and into the city loudly bleating. “Hey, where are you-” Asha ran after him but the men took her by the arms and turned her around towards Tiffany, holding her in place.

“This... has..." It was happening again. "I don't... owe you anything.” It came out softer than Asha would like.

“You don't owe me anything?!”

She reached over and yanked off her mask. “Who was there to calm you down when you were getting ready for your interview with the King?” She continued “Who got you flowers to leave by your father on his birthday? Who got you a new sketchbook for your birthday? I have been so good to you and all I asked for in return were a few wishes, a little help for my needs. And you repay it all by making me sad during a festival!”

“I crawled to you at my most vulnerable moment to seek comfort only to be shut out because you had a busy life." She looked to the men holding her. "So I took matters into my own hands and got some friends who actually care about me." She looked back at Asha.

"As for you? You turned in a wish. The King granted it, didn’t he? How many people did you neglect when they asked you for the love that you offered. How many were left heartbroken because you were also "JuSt To BuSy" with the King and yourself.” Asha didn't respond to that. Tiffany gently lifted her chin with her finger. “Looking back at everything. I'm beginning to see why you lost so many friends in less than 2 years.”

Holding back tears, Asha knee kicked her under the chest. Tiffany buckled and backed up.

Before Asha could try anything with those holding her, Valentino returned and bit one of their legs. The bulkier man he bit looked down and kicked him off, only too suddenly let go of Asha. All his attention brought to the angry lynx that pounced onto his head. Tiffany looked up in frustration. “You… said… he could take care of the cat!” She stammered to the other man. “Wha- I did! How did it-” Before he could finish, a yellow and blue cape ensnared his head as Simon yanked him away from Asha. The man struggled and tried to back kick, in which Simon picked him up and threw him at the nearest tree like a ragdoll. Tiffany looked dumbfounded before she was brought into a chokehold by Dahlia with her cane, who looked ready to break her neck.

“Hey! Are you okay?” She asked. Asha was silent.

“Oh look, you even have a little entourage to save...” She fell silent as Simon pointed his sword at her with a look of silent rage. Slowly stepping back and sheathing his blade, Simon gently took Asha’s hand and led her away. Dahlia kicked Tiffany onto the ground before she picked Asha's mask and ran after them. Charo and Valentino followed behind her. Simon turned into an alleyway where Gabo and Bazeema rushed in before them. “We heard Valentino nearby. Did you find him? Oh stars! What happened to Asha?” Gabo asked. Asha was silent. A haunted look in her eyes. Simon sighed. “Asha was attacked by 3 people. Valentino found me and Dahlia and brought us to her.”

“WHAT!” Gabo shouted. He reached over and pulled out Simon’s sword. “Alright! Where are those punks!?”

“We’ve already handled them but we need to help Asha.” Dahlia said.

Bazeema walked over to Asha's side. “Do you want to sit down, Asha?” Bazeema asked gently. Silence. “Did they hurt you?” Again, silence.

Asha couldn’t form any words. Only the tears falling down her cheeks spoke of the storm brewing in her head. Everyone kept saying words. Words of comfort? Words of vengeance? Words of aid? Asha couldn't tell. Soon, it was just noise joining the brewing storm of voices in her head. It was all coming back to her.

The horror stories she heard from previous assistants. The soulless conversations of strangers that only wanted her to take their wishes to the King. Hecklers tracking her location to question if she turned in their wish or why the King won’t see their attendance.

Being crowded by countless people so she could jot down their wishes because she couldn’t risk any aggression by saying no. Inability to ask the King for help.

Asha’s breathing began to stagger.

The very people she aimed to help with her position turning her into a cash cow. With only a few to defend her from those who made her terrified to leave her home sometimes. Who envied that her wish might have been granted already. A wish that she knows hasn’t been granted yet.

She stepped back.

“Asha please. Talk to us.” Simon tried to assure. “How can we help you?” Asha slowly retreated.

Dahlia touched her hand. "What did Tiffany say to you?" Asha jerked back from the touch like she was bit.

Barely thinking, she ran away. She didn’t hear her friends calling for her to come back in her effort to stop the conversations and other memories from coming back.

She kept running out of the city and into the forest. No matter what she did, it all came flooding back and her eyes stung with tears.

All the friends she lost during her employment. The "friends" that only wanted to be with her because she might bring them their wishes.

Tiffany’s kindness during her darker moments. Tiffany using them to justify that she is in debt.

Becoming the King’s assistant because she was concerned with how tired everyone looked and wanted to help.

Too scared to leave her home once because people stalking her.

Exhausted and brokenhearted, she stopped and knelt down next to a tree, softly weeping. She finally took the chance to rest and have a fun evening. How did the evening go so wrong so quickly?

She felt something nudge her hip and turned around to see Valentino nuzzle her cloak. He looked up at her with sad eyes and walked over to snuggle into her side. She wiped her face with a hint of a smile, “Thanks buddy.”

She looked around the wilderness when her eyes landed on a Spanish moon moth on a nearby rock. It struggled to flap its wings, still wet from the previous drizzle. Asha reached over and held out her hand. The moth approached and crawled onto her palm.

Holding it carefully, she began to walk through the forest, trying to enjoy the scenery. As Asha walked, she found a well light house. Gazing at the window, she saw a carpenter set down a log and pull out his tools. In the blink of an eye, the carpenter shaped the perfect replica of a hand holding a wish. He had a wide smile looking at his creation but in less than he made it, he lost the smile and looked at his work with disinterest and walked away from it.

Asha looked at the statue with gloom. It was a wonderful statue.

She kept walking until she was on a bridge over a river. At the middle of the bridge, she looked down at swimming fish. Thinking about her wish that she wrote down while she was 17, to be one with the people. Still waiting for it come about. How much longer did she have to wait for change…

*cue in the gentle guitar

They say time will heal all your flays. So why does my heart still feel this ache

( Asha sadly looks at her reflection )

Was I so naive to believe. That I could relieve their woes and their hearts would be lightened

( She turns to the moth in her palm, reminiscing on the carpenter. )

But all my words fall on deaf ears. And now I go on to face all my greatest fears

( Valentino follows her with a concerned look as she walks off the bridge. )

But it's far from just. It cannot be that only I must fight back their apathy

So I look up the stars to guide me. And cast my burdens onto the sky

( She looks up at stars with a determined face )

If this is all that I have to drive me. Then may I be the first to stand in line

So I make this wish. For the world to change and us with it.

( The moth climbs to the tip of her fingers, stretching it's freshly wings )

So I make this wish. To have something more for than this

( She holds out her hands and... )

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah.

More than this, oh whoa, whoa, ah

( Valentino jumps happily with moths as Asha faces the night sky. )

I never knew I needed space to fly. When all forms of force had made me shy.

( Asha runs along the hills. )

There's a great fire scorching inside my heart. But now I need an idea on where to start

( She takes off the cloak and hangs it on a tree. She pulls out her sketchbook. )

Because in the constellations are revelations. Of how despair will be followed by the light.

Even if it's not in near sight. I will not stop doing what is right

( She starts flipping through pages of constellations of mythical heroic figures. )

Now I am locked in this feeling of anticipation. So let this be what I need to do.

I'm wading through the water and my head's held high. The way you always taught me to

( Asha looks a drawing of the tree with herself and her dad. The paper is illuminated and Asha looks up to see the North Star shining brighter than before. )

So I look out at the stars to guide me. I'm taking this to be a sign

( She runs along the path, jumping over rocks and roots. Valentino close behind. Her eyes still on the Star, shining through the tree branches. It leads her to the great tree at the cliff side. )

I'm sure they'll be challenges that find me. But I can take them on one at a time

( Asha climbs up the branches to steps along a steady branch, looking up at the star. )

So I make this wish. For the world to change and us with it.

So I make this wish. To have something more for us than this

( The wind picks up. Flower petals and leaves swirl around her and even dragonflies pass by her. )

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah.

More than this, oh whoa, whoa, ah

So I make this wish. To have something more for us than this

( Asha sits down on the branch and "this" ends with a soft note. The Star shining on her face right before the music swells. )

A/N: WHY ARE SONGS SO HARD. I wrote down my song lyrics here because I don't feel like doing an entire comic for the sequence. Anyway, I got new characters and more antagonists! This will be chaotic and fun. Tiffany's dialogue was difficult but I think she was characterized well. We need to continue tradition of bastardly women with sausage roll hair. Enjoy some sad Asha.

Hang on to your socks. Altan will arrive next chapter.

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[vivalas-vega]

real friends / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader / part two

hiiiii -- I’m back with these two new pals. I’m really loving their dynamic :) please let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this!

real friends / jake ‘hangman’ serein x reader / part two

read part one 

word count: 2.3k

warnings: language, jake being a shameless flirt, thats about it

taglist: @potato-girl99981 @olliepig 

“I wouldn’t go for that shot if I were you,” you taunted, sipping your beer as you watched Hangman line up his shot at the pool table. Hunched over with his arms flexed he flitted his eyes up to yours, taking the shot anyways without breaking contact. Your eyes trailed away, watching the trajectory of the ball as it slid into the pocket.

“If you want to distract me, Gopher, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

“Gopher?”

“You know, gopher snakes… look dangerous but are all talk no bite,” he smirked, watching as you surveyed the table, looking for your best option. You rolled your eyes and focused on the game, clearing all of your remaining shots and smirking at him as you lined yourself up. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him lean against the table, muscles tensing as he braced himself against the wood, watching you with a heavy gaze and you pretended not to notice as you sank the eight ball. 

“What a pity…” you tutted, “I’ll take a spicy margarita, thank you.” You waved him off to the bar with his tail between his legs after his second loss of the night. 

“You two seem awfully chummy tonight,” Rooster said, approaching you with an unreadable expression.

“Is that so?” you hummed.

“Expected some raised voices at some point, maybe even some peanuts thrown in his direction.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you shrugged.

“I take it your conversation with him the other night went well?” he prodded.

“And what would you know about that, Roo?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. You knew it was only partly Hangman’s idea to show up at your house just a few nights prior.

“Hmm? Oh nothing,” he sipped his beer.

“If you must know, yes it did go well. He was actually quite genuine, we’ve decided to try and be real friends.”

“Does this mean no more screaming matches in the hangar?”

“I can’t make such lofty promises,” you replied, taking your drink from the pilot in question with a smile.

“Had Penny make it extra spicy, just how you like it.” You took a sip and smiled again, wondering when he had picked up how you liked your drinks made.

“Wanna go again or have you had enough shame for the evening?” you asked with a slight smirk.

“You’ve tired me out, darlin’,” he slid into the booth of a nearby table and you followed, Rooster deciding to occupy himself over at the dartboard. 

“Two rounds is all you’ve got in you? No wonder I see so many angry glances thrown your way in here,” you teased and he kicked your foot underneath the table.

“Watch it, Cobra.” His tone was serious but his eyes were all mischief and you chuckled as you took another drink.

“No, that’s good to know, affirms my theory that your God complex is a mere overcompensation.” You held his eyes and smirked as they grew darker.

“It’s almost as if you’re challenging me to prove you wrong.” 

“I’d do no such thing, Bagman, it’s just so easy to rile you up.” Silence fell over you as you both wracked your brains for what to say next… neither one wanted to take the plunge into starting a real conversation, one not rooted in playful jabs or work related topics.

“So… how have you been?” he finally asked and you snorted.

“I’ve been well, Hangman, how are you?” 

“Oh, you know…” 

“I don’t.”

“I’ve also been well.” You fought back a laugh, if this was anyone else you might have felt awkward, might have gone for any excuse to scramble away but instead you just found it amusing. 

“This is delightful conversation, I feel really stimulated right now.” 

“Well, what would you like to talk about?” he shot back.

“Pick a topic,” you challenged.

“What’s your favorite color?” You let out a full laugh now, taking a large swig and finishing off your drink.

“Alright, this is painful and I need a change of scenery.” You stood, and made your way towards the door, smiling at the hurt expression on his face. “Well, are you coming?” He moved quickly, following you out the door as you began walking onto the beach and towards the water. “This is my favorite time of day out here,” you mused, taking in the way the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, darkening by the minute.

“Mine too,” he watched as you plopped down into the sand, your eyes gazing outwards with a hint of admiration. He carefully sat beside you, trying not to position himself too close.

“I grew up in a one-horse town, sometimes it’s still so crazy to me that this is the view from my local bar now.” 

“Where at?” he asked.

“A little blip on the map about two hours from Austin.”

“You’re a Texas girl? How did I not know this about you?” He looked towards you now.

“Never had the chance,” you shrugged, “you quite enjoy dominating the conversation about our shared home state.” He looked back towards the ocean.

“Yeah, I do that, don’t I?” 

“It’s kind of nice though… when you get really into it that little accent slips back in and it reminds me of home.” 

“Did you stay home for college?”

You shook your head, “straight to the Naval Academy, I always knew I wanted to be a pilot and didn’t want to waste four years to get started. What about you, did you always know?”

“I think so, but I meandered a little bit… family business was a big deal and studied at UTD for a few years before throwing it all to the wind and joining the academy.”

“How’d your folks take it?” you asked, leaning back on your elbows.

“Disappointed at first, but in the end they weren’t surprised. They always knew it was a matter of time before I flew the coop.”

You nodded, “sometimes my mom still tries to convince me I can do literally anything else, like moving back home and settling down. I think I’ve shaved a few years off her life with how much she worries.”

“Same,” he chuckled, “before each deployment mine begs me to just come home.” 

“I’ve stopped telling mine when I deploy, she sends herself into a tizzy each time. We now communicate just as often as I would when I’m gone and my dad says it’s better for her that way.”

“Do you ever miss them?”

“Sometimes… It's rough being the outlier of the family. My sister married her high school sweetheart and is a dutiful stay-at-home mom to their three kids. My brother owns the local hardware store and has a brood of his own. The small town life works for them, makes them happy but it makes my skin crawl to think about, I love them but it’s easier being so far away. They just don’t quite get what I do or why I would ever want this life.” You’d both moved to lay down now, elbows brushing as you watched the stars begin to appear in the inky sky.

“I get it, my sisters call me crazy every time we talk. They can’t fathom why I’d ever want to risk my life to fly around in scary looking death traps every day… meanwhile I can’t fathom a life doing anything else.”

“It really does choose you, doesn’t it? The rest of the world thinks we’re insane, while we find it insane to be doing anything else. I’ll never forget my first award banquet, my mom cried for hours afterwards,” you chuckled, thinking back to the memory.

“Why is that?”

“We were standing with an admiral who’d had maybe one too many whiskeys and he let some details of the mission slip, they were meant to be high praise but it terrified her.” 

He laughed, “well, to be fair, her daughter is one of the scariest people in the Navy.”

“She doesn’t need to know that,” you hummed.

“If you weren’t a pilot, what would you be?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to look at you as your fingers absentmindedly drew patterns in the sand by your side.

“When I was in high school, just before I applied for the Navy I briefly considered enlisting in the Army and trying to be a combat medic,” you replied.

“So, something just as dangerous and stress-inducing?” he joked.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I guess I thrive best in high tension environments.” 

“Well, it suits you. If I had to pick someone to be in a dogfight with it’d be you, no contest.”

“Why is that?” you asked, turning to meet his gaze.

“You’re fast, faster than Maverick… not just in the way you fly but in the way you think. I know you earned your callsign based on the actual snake, but I like to believe it’s actually because you follow Cobra Kai rules in the sky.”

“I know it’s my moniker but I’m really offended you associate my name with that dojo.” 

“With your general disposition you would one hundred percent be a part of Cobra Kai.” 

“I’m only tough on people who deserve it, unlike Johnny Lawrence.”

“So I deserve your bullying?” he asked, feigning hurt. 

“You’re lucky all I do is bully you, strutting around with that ego of yours it’s like you’re just begging for me to knock you down a peg.” you teased, and he shoved your shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same about you, Cobra Kai.”

“This is my least favorite nickname for my nickname,” you sighed, but unable to fight off a smile.

“It’s better than the ones you give me,” he retorted.

“Okay, if you read into it, Ken Doll is actually a compliment.”

“Except you only use it to essentially call me an airhead,” he protested and you laughed.

“Well…” He shoved you again and you let out a loud laugh.

“Hurtful and untrue.” 

“It’s a little true,” you giggled, fighting back. “It’s not your fault the universe went a little heavy on the looks and a little light on the brains when making you.” 

“So what you’re saying right now is you think I’m attractive?”

“Instant regret. The second it left my mouth I knew it was a mistake,” you said, pulling away from him and rolling onto your back. 

“You can admit it, I see those little looks over your shades when we play dogfight football,” you looked over to see him wiggling his eyebrows at you and you rolled your eyes.

“No more than you ogle at me.”

“Difference is I have no problem admitting I find you utterly irresistible, if you can look past your generally sour mood,” his eyes trailed your form and you were suddenly acutely aware of the way your sundress was fluttering in the breeze, maybe exposing a little more of your thighs than you’d originally intended, your hand coming down to smooth over the fabric. 

“Are you flirting with me right now?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Am I flirting with you?” 

“That is what I asked, is it not?” Somewhere between the talks of your families and the playful banter you two had moved closer, your faces not as far apart as they once were and you tried to keep your breathing even as his eyes flicked between yours and your lips.

“I just found the question a little amusing.”

“Why is that, Seresin?” you asked, voice coming out in a whisper. 

“Of course I am, I think I’d be an idiot not to.”

“And you don’t think this is a little bold of you considering the fact that we’re barely even friends?”

“I think it was a little bold of you to bring me down onto the beach to watch the sunset and stargaze while talking about family and Karate Kid… seems a little romantic to me.”

“Well, I apologize that I gave you the wrong impression.” you said, holding eye contact and he wasn’t deterred in the slightest. 

“That’s alright, darlin’, I’m patient.” He sat up suddenly, and you followed him without a second thought. He extended his hand to you and pulled you off the sand, and you found it a little hard to swallow with how close you two were, his hand still in yours, chests brushing. 

“You’ll be waiting quite a long time then, cowboy, because it’s never going to happen.” You walked side by side, making your way up to the beach and to the parking lot where he accompanied you to your car, opening the door but keeping an arm in front of it to prevent you from getting in.

“I think you’ll find as we continue to build this friendship that I’m quite irresistible myself,” he said with a smirk.

“There’s the Hangman I know and loathe,” you said, pushing past him and moving to get into your car. 

“Text me when you get home, yeah?” he asked, voice softening as he watched you sink into the seat. When you nodded he closed the car door, giving you a little wave before you drove off and you tried to shake off the warm feeling in your chest. As you navigated the familiar roads, slipping into autopilot, you convinced yourself there wasn’t any weight to the words he’d said, it was just Hangman being Hangman, finding it impossible to not flirt with anyone that had a pulse. This thought comforted you all the way until you fell into bed, not sending him anything more than an emoji of a house and a thumbs up, allowing sleep to tug at the corners of your mind and deciding you’d pay his flirtations no mind. Just as you almost drifted off into a cozy slumber, you jolted awake as the image of Hangman beneath the moonlight, gazing into your eyes clouded your mind.

“Fucking Seresin,” you groaned. 

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[yours-the-author]

Hey, so...

Does anyone remember this post I made recently?

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I made some art for it...

If you wanna see it...

Here it is:

I'M SO MAD AT MYSELF IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SURVIVING THE MANSION BUT I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL AFTER I FINISHED IT AAAGGH

...Aside from that little oopsie, though, I'm actually really proud of how the logo came out? I based the font off a style called "Micro 5 Charted". Thank goodness I was using graph paper!

I'm not sure if that Kanji is correct; Google Translate doesn't seem to like the word "oni" or "stick", especially together, so I spelled out the Romanji in the English box and then tried to copy the characters Google offered me as closely as possible. I think I'd be more surprised if I got the Kanji correct, honestly.

Henry Stickmin title screens usually have two different fonts for the verb and the noun, and I thought about trying to make "Mansion" look like an actual house, but that made my brain hurt to much to conceptualize, so I stuck with different colored fonts. Hmm, that clock sure is there. I wonder what it means gets hit by a bus

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Anyway, here's some theoretical scenarios of what the main gameplay would look like! This one stars General Hubert Galeforce and some other guy:

Option 1: Shoot

Result: The monster hears you move as soon as you pull your gun from its holster. No time to defend yourself.

FAILURE (DiE!)

Option 2: Backup

Result: Your radio refuses to work, even though it was just fine before you entered the mansion. The monster waits until you've realized this, then goes for your throat.

FAILURE (No one will hear your screams...)

Option 3: Time Out

Result: The monster does not hear you and goes into a separate room, out of sight and out of mind. Galeforce survives... for now. But what was that thing...?

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I don't know how feasible it would be, but I imagine this would be a cross between typical RPG Maker-styled games (pixels, speech boxes with pictures of the characters, moving around a set floor plan, puzzle solving, etc) and typical Henry Stickmin-styled game play (cutscenes, choices, possible interactivity [grabbing items/bios], the occasional quick time event, etc) (voice acting would be a stretch). Most of the gameplay, like exploring the mansion, puzzle solving, and running/fighting the monster, would be RPG style, and then occasionally switch into a cutscene that requires you to make a choice; usually with just one correct answer but possibly others that could result in diverging dialogue/interaction/paths/endings? Something to think about.

Anyway, Galeforce! Poor man has no idea what he almost walked into, haha. I experimented with perspective and limb placement here, which was exhausting but also a lot of fun! Dynamics are hard with stick figures, but considering that they're they only character medium I've ever been decent at, I made it work.

And the Oni... I tried to give it some sort of anatomy, but quickly realized that I do not have the skills to pay those bills. I opted for a more of a shadowy figure looking thing with a big smile instead (you can see some of the lines where I tried to make it have arms, I think). I opted for Ao Oni's purple-y blue color scheme verses HetaOni's gray alien look. Back in the day of fan made Ao Oni games, people would usually try to put their own unique spin on the Oni sprite, with HetaOni's being the most unique I ever saw (keep in mind, it was one of the few designs I ever saw, so there might be cooler ones out there, who knows). In theory, a game called Sutikku Oni would use a stick figure shaped monster, but with my current art skills, that would just look like a normal stick person with a big head (look! Geoffrey Plumb's cousin!). I think the less we see, the better; all good horror games know when to leave things to the imagination!

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I also made a second one, featuring my boy Dave Panpa!

...Dave, I'm so sorry... *MAKES HIM PEEP THE HORROR*

Option 1: Call for Help

Result: You call for help...

FAILURE (...but nobody came.)

Option 2: Run

Result: You tense your muscles in preparation to run. The monster is faster.

FAILURE (YoU... wOn'T... eScApE...!)

Option 3: Pretend to be a Piano

Result: Frozen with fear in front of the piano, it's all you can do to hope the monster thinks you're also a piano (a sopping wet piano, but still). It's deadly quiet. You can hardly breathe, and you're afraid to. The monster stares at you for an uncomfortably long time, before walking away, out of sight and out of mind. You stay still a little longer before collapsing to the ground. Dave Panpa survives... for now. How on Earth did that work? Or... did that thing let you live out of pity...?

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UGH the piano! Pianos are so hard to draw! Luckily, I had an almost head on reference that I was able to use for the first picture. For the above view shot, I had to do some wild guessing. The red stuff near Dave's head in the second picture is the red stuff he was referring to. Is it blood? Paint? Something else? Who knows! But as we all know, any self respecting Ao Oni fan game needs a piano puzzle!

I imagine Dave was dragged along for the ride when the Toppats decided to find the treasure of the mansion (or something to that degree), fully intending to leave him there to die if there was, in fact, a monster inside. Poor Dave... Maybe there could be an ending where amends are made? Or maybe not...

I mostly put the smile on the monster's shadow as a means of showing that, indeed, it is the monster, but now I'm wondering if the monster's mouth glows or something? Hot fires of Hell, delivered right to you! Can you beat the heat?

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Thank you all for coming to my fixation ramble that absolutely no one else except me finds interesting! Any thoughts before you go?

(A cricket chirps, then leaves because it's in the wrong conference room)

...Yeah, I figured.

[hirocimacruiser]

Article on the Honda Z Kei car. Mid engined AWD with viscous centre diff Kei class RV. Available in turbo and Na versions. Unfortunately only autos. No manual option. I was looking at importing one of these before I bought my RD1 CRV locally.

This is what "underwater goggles" have become

TURBO is back!!! Eccentric light Honda Z midship 4WD appear

100mm in overall length, 80mm in overall width. There is no doubt that these few figures not only improve safety but also bring new possibilities to minicars! (referring to changes to Kei car regs) There is something about the style of the Honda Z, a big name in minicars that has been revived after a long time, that really makes you feel that way.

The Z is different from RVs such as the Wagon R and Move, and from the orthodox style of the Alto and Mira.

The car's style evokes both the outdoors and the city, and the straight accent lines on the sides of the body give it a powerful feel that is not typical of a compact car.

With a total length of 3,395 mm and a total width of 1,475 mm, it is within the new minicar framework. The 1,675 mm tallboy is in the style of the Honda Z. The 175/80R15 tires are large for a kei size, and the way they stand out at the four corners gives the design a charming look.

As the manufacturer calls it a "small super mover," the key point is that even with this small body, it still provides ample room. The Honda Z uses an "underfloor midship" floor, which means the 660cc engine is mounted under the rear seat! This achieves an ideal 50:50 front-to-rear weight distribution ratio.

At the same time, it is also practical, being able to comfortably accommodate four adults.

Furthermore, this is driven by a viscous coupling type 4WD, giving the vehicle high off-road capability despite its small size.

The Honda Z is full of unique ideas that are so Honda-like.

But that's not the only surprise.

Turbo

This time, there are two types of engines available for the Honda Z. A NA unit with SOHC 12 valves that produces 52ps/6.1 kgm and a turbo unit that produces 64ps/9.5 kgm. Hmm? Turbo? Yes, this is the first turbo since the wing turbo used in the Legend.

It has been resurrected!

"The combination of a midship turbo and 4WD is the same as that of the Lamborghini Diablo! When you hear that, you might imagine an incredible ride, but the Honda Z's driving is practical. Of course, the turbo can be transformed into a light and fast car if you want to, but it's not a super sharp machine. Rather, it's a car that everyone can enjoy, offering a pleasant ride as it turns smoothly into corners.

It's a fun setting.

There is no doubt that this car will be the perfect city commuter car, as it runs smoothly around town. The interior is also much more high-quality than previous light cars. Compared to its big brother, the Capa, the quality of the equipment is more than satisfactory for this class.

The rear seats can be flipped up to create a flat floor. It has excellent carrying capacity for large luggage. Even though the engine is under the rear seats, the occupants are extremely comfortable. It can be used as a city commuter.

Whether you use it as a road bike or an off-road vehicle is up to your preference. By installing the wide range of optional parts available, you can create a more unique and fun Honda Z.

Body colors are silver, orange, black, green, blue, white.The only thing that's unfortunate is that the seat color is one color.

Well, you're doing a great job.

A variety of safe and fun unique light vehicles are available.

So, small cars are becoming more and more convenient.

It's getting better!

The Honda Z is really small!

When you see the Honda Z in person, it has an impressive body, but when you take it out on the city, its size really makes you feel the maneuverability that only a light car can offer.

I compared it with another Honda compact car, the Capa, and the difference in size was obvious. The difference in width was particularly large, with the Honda Z being noticeably smaller.

By comparison, the Honda Z size is 38mm shorter in overall length, 70mm shorter in overall width, and 25mm taller.

The minimum turning radius of the Capa is 4.8m, while that of the Honda Z is 4.6m, which is quite small. This is an excellent figure considering that both the Capa and the Honda Z have a wheelbase of 2360mm.

PIC CAPTIONS

The tallboy style makes it stand out with its individuality

The minimum ground clearance is 195mm, making it suitable for full-scale off-road use, and the side air intakes show off the midship.

Large multi-reflector light gives it a charming look

The minimum turning radius is 4.6m, making it easy to handle in urban areas. Rear visibility is also good, making it a good entry-level car.

As it is a brand new minicar, the price is of course a concern, but due to the fierce negotiations between the manufacturers, Honda has not yet officially announced the price as of October 1st. We hope that the information will be made available to many users as soon as possible...

There are two types of engines: naturally aspirated and turbocharged. The engine is revealed when you flip up the rear seats and open the lid under the interior material. The dashboard is simple, but functional and easy to use. Navigation is an optional feature.

The rear seats are thin but can comfortably accommodate two adults. The seats can be flipped up forward to create a completely flat luggage space.

[dgdraws]

Artfight Postmortem

as you may know, i am prone to reflection on my art and process and progress. herein, i'm gonna navel gaze a bit about artfight 2024.

top line: really enjoyed myself, did a bunch of new things and this was "The Year of Artist Friends" which is spectacular.

i completed 20 attacks this year, including my first ever mass attacks! altogether I drew 28 different characters (incl 4 of my own).

for the first time, I had *users* i wanted to attack, rather than just characters i'd gathered via search or discord. honestly, three years ago when i picked up the stylus i was just excited at the prospect of drawing for other people, period. artfight was a cool way to be in community without prerequisites. i didn't quite dare to dream i might make some real connections and make proper friends. and yet :) here we are! i went in with three 'art friends' and i'm leaving with at least three more

in addition to being the year of artist friends, this could be "the year of clip studio paint was on megasale a week before artfight" because i knocked out like 2 practice pieces before July 1st so i wouldn't be starting with completely unfamiliar tools, but i used/learned csp for the vast majority of my attacks. one i finished in krita (lonnie), and my final attack i only used krita.

definitely trial-by-fired myself! but it motivated me to explore csp, and most important, gave me a reason to practice practice practice. last year i drew almost exclusively humans, lots of full bodys, because i wanted to get a better grip on anatomy and drawing a variety of faces. it worked then, and, well, i think i learned more of csp in one month of artfight than i would have if i was just plodding through my personal projects for 33 days :) *looks at my wip folder with months old files* pretty sure.

ok i'm gonna look at a few faves/standouts now:

came in hot with 0tt0 here! the main brush for this one (froggy pencil) was a mainstay for the whole month. so versatile!!! and lovely texture. this isn't quiiite brat green but this was what made me go, hmm, what if i... did a few pieces inspired by this album i can't stop listening to?

and then i took a huge turn and just used a soft round brush for Desa and Iryna for my dear friend @bobomcfoe bc i really wanted to turn these out in something approaching my "usual style" of late and i feared getting too deep into the temptations of csp if i put them off. and, um, yeah i love them. i got sooo close to matching that angle but ahh i can see the tilt now! nonetheless, love these two, not least bc brookie has some of the most pleasing color palettes to work w :)

then on to Rosé and baby's first vector lines! you can RESIZE lines in csp. did you know that? i didn't know that. i did forget to use it as much as i could have in later ones though, so i still only kinda know it ig. and halftone shading! bc why not? another thing i really only did this once, but want to experiment with more

Rook here, for my new friend @gender-premium-tm, was me realizing how to use filters/filter layers in csp. now THAT is something i used a lot this month! also something i use often in krita. i must say, though the csp options are slightly more limited (afaik), they have oomph!

okay these two are my "explicitly brat pieces"! artfight keeps you moving, which i find really valuable, bc i could have dithered foreverrr over Lonnie's gif here. like, do i add his arm? maybe he should be wearing a shirt? or, what if i just draw him twice, instead of splitting the expressi--see it just never ends. and as i am always going on about, art is so precious bc it is a reflection of us when we make it. maybe for some future artfight i'll redraw this (as Lonnie's artist @wenmistry did for me with Ebon this year), but for july 2024, i'm amazed at how well i executed this for just 2.5 days of work! (i did forget his glasses, which realization gave me a different take on the composition, so this is high on my list of potential redraws)

and then Aagatha. this is in my top 3 for this year. the pink just works so well with the green and her artist added the song to her character playlist AND added the necklace to her actual dnd inventory. like. omg. the impact your art can have!!! how freaking cool is that???

two mass attacks! i was in a silly goofy mood. i feel like i really got a handle on vectors w the anthro mass attack, i adjusted every single point on that one by hand. weird what hyperfocus makes you do sometimes, but i learned a lot from that. mainly that i will probably never user vectors as my main linework tool. there are circumstances it is perfect for, and outside of that i'm good w my raster lines lol

which is exactly what i used for this other mass attack, featuring mostly my ocs. hey, sometimes you need to shake things up! i can see here the style starting to hew back to my "usual style", though i'm thinking that might have a lot to do with drawing 5 people very quickly. falling back on practiced techniques. and by this time i apparently knew csp well enough to reproduce them pretty closely! ooh, one thing this made me miss was the transform tool in krita. that floor was ROUGH to wrestle into place in csp.

purple and green turned up a lot this year!

Echo is my crowning achievement with the froggy pencil, most of the shading here is just layers w that. and one last nod to brat green :)

i've worked in the paper cut style before (both my pfp's use it) but i really exploited csp's clipping layers to make Scraps here. they did make me briefly forget how they work in krita when i switched back, so well done w that

i played with gradient maps a little earlier in the month but for Okanar i actually made my own gradient! really a useful tool for ref'ing real human skin tones to make non-human ones, without muddying them up too much.

finally, Chaos. this actually might be my favorite! ironically this is the one that i made in krita. it was like, ahh, yes my old friend. wait where is the scroll bar. ah, okay, yes my old friend... the line layer is set to burn which just makes the whole thing so warm (and the cause of the red outlines on the earrings). used my old sable brush, a pattern fill set to overlay... my old stomping grounds! but plus a rendering technique i picked up this month and some other random habits i picked up in csp (like copying a detail to a new layer, moving it where i want a copy, and drawing/tracing it back onto the original layer in the new position. nothing i couldn't have been doing in krita all along, but made easier by the tool layout in csp, and therefore now discovered by me. amazing how one integrates new knowledge. it's like magic sometimes!!!)

that was a good roundup! if you actually read this to the end, wow! and thank you! i hope it was interesting... and inspiring! bc i want to read about your process and reflections too! yes you! and plz tag me, i'm always down to gush about art XD

[herotome]

Devlog #119

HOO boy. Hi-ho, Wudge here. Happy Halloween, everybody!

I've been doing... a lot. Namely;

Putting together a bunch of graphics in preparation for the demo's release. Why did I plan for so many graphics??? So many......

The voiced Griffin video is... done. Finally.

The only reason I'm not posting it now is because I promised I'd have a release date when Griffin starts blinking. And, ladida, Griffin is gonna be blinking a-plenty in the video. There's a small handful of things I wanna square away before settling on a date. But we're getting there!!!

I've just finished putting in a bunch of achievements into the game using Fenik's very cool renpy achievement code! 26 achievements in total! I haven't tested them yet, but they're all in there!!!

Well... Okay I did test this one haha.

I added all my final writing edits into the code.

I updated the presentation of two small moments ("Two Days Later" + the bit about right clicking to save the game)

resized a couple of backgrounds

Touched up the title screen logo (there were stray white lines and spots on it for some reason)

removed dissolve from katie head tilt transitions

raised the height of the middle menu choice option by a bit

linked ambient loops (such as purring and traffic) to SOUND channel, rather than music

updated the code to unlocked all the locked choices if you beat the demo once

color corrected the achievement label text

updated the 'achievement' section of the walkthrough (walkthrough is now tentatively done.)

I made and imported an sfx for a high five.

Ah... hmm. That about does it for now.

🎉Poll results🎉 btw: looks like most of yall have been around since 2021-2022! Thank you to everyone who participated, and to everyone following along on our lil super journey. 😊

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

[brainemptynothoughts]

Strawberry Shenanigans

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple pocky game between you and Gojo. You were both bored and Gojo was the one who came up with the idea in the first place. It was a simple game meant to cure boredom but how did you end up straddling Gojo's lap, his arms around your waist as he stares at you with those beautiful blue eyes, a seductive look on his face!?!

Warnings: none, just intensive making out

word count: 4204

It was a hot summer day. Not unusual for Tokyo summer but today just felt hotter than usual. No classes today as it was the weekend. It was awfully boring. You had no plans today. Shoko was out exploring Tokyo cafes with her non jujutsu sorcerer friends while Geto went to the countryside to unwind and try the local speciality bitter green tea. Normally you would hang out with both of them but you didn’t want to disturb Shoko times with her friends and Suguru looked like he needed some alone time. (He is probably still mad after that prank you and Gojo pulled on him a couple days earlier). 

Your cute underclassmen, Nanami and Haibara were hanging out at a mall and you didn’t feel like interrupting their “bro time together” as Haibara called it. Your seniors, Mei Mei, were nowhere to be seen and Utahime was spending time with her family. Even your teacher Yaga wasn’t even on campus off, he was on official business, leaving you alone on this big campus. Gojo was where ever the fuck he was (he had a nasty habit of teleporting without telling anyone where he was going).

Wiping the sweat off your forehead with your shirt, you decided to go to a vending machine. Your throat was feeling dry and you needed a nice cool drink to cool off from this heat. As you walk through the empty hallways, you wish the AC was actually blasting cold air. But no it was the most room temperature AC ever. You actually made a complaint to Yaga about this before but he shook his head and told you sadly there wasn’t anything he could do about it. What a pity.

Your eyes light up as your spy the colorful vendings machines lined up against the walls. You walked a little bit faster, humming a light tune. Praise whoever invented vending machines, it truly is a life saving experience. You slowly walked past each machine, seeing if anyone would catch your eye. There were some boring ads pasted on but you ignored that. Tons of drinks options to choose from. Cola coke, sprite, mountain dew, ginger ale and some more. If there was one good thing you can say about this campus it was that the vending machine options were decent. 

Your eyes stumbled on neatly arranged rows of ramune. A pretty section of orange, green, red, blue, and white bottles. Hmm. What to choose? Maybe melon? That flavor was alright but it tasted better as an ice cream flavor in your opinion. Then it was like a lightbulb flashed inside your mind. Throat feeling parched you knew exactly what carbonated soda flavor you wanted. You pressed a button, inserting 100 yen into the coin slot. The machine gently pushed a red drink out a shelf, dropping it down. You bend down to grab it. Voila! In your hands was a strawberry ramune! Its light pink liquid makes you happy upon seeing it. You lightly shake it just cause you wanted to see the marble inside move. You praise yourself for this excellent purchase choice. 

Now here comes the fun part. Ripping off the plastic, you pushed the plastic cap down onto the marble watching it make a little plonk sound as it fell, the soda lightly fizzed up. You take a swing of the drink, making a little ah sound. It was sweet, a strong artificial taste of strawberry. Cool and refreshing, perfect for this hot summer day. You greedily gulped it down. You stopped drinking for a second, to remind yourself to not chug it all at once. Don’t want to get too many burps. 

All of a sudden, you feel something cold and wet against your neck. You let out a whelp and whirled around to see Gojo with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Yoohoo!” He said while waving casually with one hand like he didn’t just jumpscare you. You noticed on the other hand, he was holding that expensive plastic water bottle brand he liked. Typical rich boy. That must have been the wet item he must have pressed on your neck. Gojo loves playing pranks on you. 

“Oh it's just you,” you deadpanned at him. 

“Ehhh why do you say it like that?! Aren’t you happy to see your BFF?!” Gojo pouted at you. 

“Meh. You made me nearly drop my ramune,” you said, frowning at him. If it wasn’t for your years of training your reflex as a jujutsu sorcerer, you would have definitely maybe dropped your precious strawberry drink onto the floor and wept in sadness. Would have been a waste of your precious 100 yen. 

“Soo whatcha doing back here? I thought you teleported somewhere to escape this horrid heat.” 

“Wellll,” Gojo drawls out, “I was doing some sightseeing, got bored, decided to come back to see my favorite person. Aren’t I such a caring person?” You shoot him an unimpressed look. “Oi oi, you didn’t have to make that face,” he says. 

“I would have been fine on my own,” you replied, taking another sip of your ramune. 

Gojo slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “Aww you love me though.” 

“Do I?” 

“It would be impossible to not love this handsome hunk of a man,” he winked at you. 

You sighed, regretting not going with Suguru cause now you have to deal with Gojo. He is annoying, rude, and childish. But he does have sweet moments sometimes. You made a show out of checking out Gojo's body, “Hmm I think Suguru is more handsome.” 

He lets out a dramatic gasp, “How could you prefer that Buddha lookalike looks over me?!” His hand over his chest, pretending like he was truly hurted by that comment. 

“Well he is hotter than you. Boyfriend material if you asked me,” you took this moment to remove Gojo arm off your shoulder. 

He pouts, “I can be boyfriend material too!” 

You let out a snort, “Yea right. Whoever ends up dating you is gonna feel like they are babysitting an overgrown toddler.” 

Gojo whines loudly, “That comment was unnecessary! Name one good reason why Suguru is more boyfriend material than me.”

You pretend to look deep in thought, your hand resting under your chin in a thinking pose, “He buys me snacks sometimes.” 

“I can buy you snacks too!” Gojo walks away from you and presses a button on a vending machine. He quickly grabs the item he got and walks back to you. He takes your hand and places a strawberry pocky box. “Here you like pocky right? I think I remember you saying strawberry was your favorite flavor.” You blinked a couple times at the pocky to make sure your eyes were actually seeing this. Gojo being kind is strange. He wouldn’t normally do something like this. 

“Uh thanks?” You said hesitantly. You had a feeling something was up. You placed your ramune on a nearby chair. Gojo copying your actions with his water bottle. As you moved to open the pocky Gojo hand quickly snatched it away from you. “Eh?” You looked at him puzzled. He smiled, you recognized that smile. It was the classic Gojo “I do something for you and you need to repay me” type of smile. You narrowed your eyes at him, “I knew you wouldn’t do something nice for no reason.” 

“I’m sad that you think of me like that. I can be nice if I want to!” Gojo said. 

You catch a glimpse of Gojo eyes peeking out behind his black shades. It sparkled with mischief. “I will give you this pocky but on a condition.” 

“Nah I'd rather get my own pocky.” As you moved to a vending machine your back facing him. Gojo spins you around to face him. You took a step backwards, your back lightly hitting the glass screen of the vending machine. Gojo moves an arm to the side of your head. His legs are trapping yours. The man really just did a kabedon on you. His soft white fluffy hair brushing against your forehead. You stared at his black shades, feeling his warm breath. 

“Ok what do you want,” you asked Gojo boredly. 

“Play the pocky game with me,” he smirked at you. 

Whatever response you had instantly disappears after hearing that, your brain process coming to a screeching halt. That's suspicious. That’s weird. “Aren’t this game meant to be played by couples? We’re not a couple, dude.” 

He tilted his head, “Yea we not. But it doesn’t have to be played by just couples. You know, friends can play it too.” 

“Why don’t you play it with Suguru then?” 

He made a disgusted face, “Don’t wanna. Wanna do it with you. You're special.” 

You raise your eyebrows. The relationship between you and Gojo was strange. Gojo loves to cling onto you, annoying you every moment he gets while you tell him to fuck off. He is like a stray cat that randomly follows you. There was this tension between the two of you. Nanami once told you and Gojo to get a room. You remember venting to Shoko before at how annoying Gojo was. She chuckled and said it sounds like you love him. You honestly didn’t know what to describe the relationship you and Gojo had. 

Maybe friends? Close friends? You and Gojo exchange jackets and sweaters all the time. Gojo “accidentally” stealing your Cinnamoroll jacket multiple times. Close friends cuddle with each other too, yea? Randomly at night, Gojo barges into your room and demands you for cuddles. He would flop onto you while you scream for him to get off cause he was heavy. He would pull you into his chest, him being the big spoon and you the little spoon. It was just a platonic thing. Right? Like Gojo likes to feed you sometimes but it's just what really close friends do. 

A finger pokes your forehead gently, interrupting your thoughts. “What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Gojo murmurs. You try not to think how attractive his voice is. 

“Just thinking I could kick you into the balls right now and end your bloodline,” you replied, trying not to look at Gojo's stupidly handsome face. You do not have feelings for your best friend, you don’t. 

Gojo gently tips your chin to make you face him, “Like you could even get past my infinity.” 

You glare at him, “Maybe if I kick you hard enough, I could.” 

“I would dare you to try it but I would rather not hear you whine about your foot being in pain,” Gojo leans in even closer to you, his lips so close to yours. “You and I are both bored. Why not cure our boredom with a fun little pocky game?” 

You sighed, “If I don’t say yes right now, you're definitely gonna pester me later, aren’t you?” 

“Yup!” Gojo said way to cherrily. 

“Fine. I’m gonna win though,” you gave in. 

“Greaaaaat! Rules are whoever breaks or drops the stick loses! If you look away from me, you lose too,” he says gleefully. He rips the pocky packaging and places a pocky in his mouth. “Ready?” He mumbled. You roll your eyes at him and bite into the other end of the stick. You won’t gonna let Gojo win. So you decided to make a daring move. Staring deep at Gojo shades, you quickly chomp on the pocky, getting really close to his lips. His head jerked back in surprise. Your nose brushed against his nose as you took a final bite of the pocky, barely missing his lips. You moved your face away from Gojo mentally celebrating your quick victory. You battled your eyelashes at him, licking your lips, “Too easy.” 

Gojo was still for a moment, “.....Not bad. I admit you got me there.” 

You lightly tapped his chest, “Since I won, give me the entire box now.” 

“No,” Gojo replied back way too fast. 

“What do you mean no? I followed your rules and won fair and square.” 

“Weelllll,” Gojo shrugged. “That was only the first round.” 

“Ehhhh,” you said in disbelief. You really just wanted the yummy deliciousness that is strawberry pocky. It would go so well with the strawberry ramune. 

“Let's move to the chairs, my neck hurts looking down at you. Urgh why do you have to be short,” Gojo rubs his neck. 

You frowned hard, “I’m not short, you're just a giant.”

“You're so cute and tiny, I could carry you around all day,” he smiles cheekily as he ruffles your hair. You swatted his hand away feeling a tinge of annoyance. Gojo finally unkabedon you and flops onto a chair. He widely manspreads and gestures to you to come over. You sighed knowing there was no shortcut out of the pocky game, so it best to just get it over with. There were only two chairs, one was occupied with yours and Gojo drinks while Gojo was sitting on the other chair. 

As you move to go grab the drinks so you can put them on the floor, Gojo hand wraps around your wrist. You glanced at him. He smiles mischievously. 

“I have a better spot for you to sit on,” he gestures to his lap, “Sit here.” 

Your brain cuts immediately short circuited. There were no thoughts brain empty. You stare flabbergasted, eyes wide in shock, mouth wide opened. He did not just say what you think he said. It's a good thing you're not drinking your ramune right now or else you would have spat it out from shock. 

Gojo pets his leg, “Come sit on my lap.” He notices your shocked expression. “Whaaaat? I promise it's comfy.” You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. With a very devious look on his face, his hands wrapped around your waist and damn were his hands big, his hands perfectly enveloping your waist. Grabbing onto your waist, he pulls you onto his lap. He gently squeezes your legs and positions them on the sides of his torso. He sneakily wraps his arms around your waist to hug you. Gojo pushes his face into your chest as he stares up at you with the cheekiest grin. 

You were beyond speechless, your brain trying to process that you are straddling Gojo Satoru lap. How did your quiet afternoon end up like this?! Oh yea it Gojo after all. He always did somehow make a peaceful moment turn into chaos. 

“Why so speechless dear?” Gojo teases. You were pretty sure he was battering those stupid long pretty eyelashes under his shades. 

“Just wasn’t expecting you to be so bold babe,” you put the emphasis on babe. Occasionally you and Gojo would call each other pet names. Just what normal friends do. 

“You look so pretty sitting on my lap. We should do this more often.”  

Was Gojo always this flirty you wonder. “Let's just get this stupid game over with.” 

“Hai hai. Expect to lose this time.” Gojo removes his shades and throws them somewhere. He swipes back his hair and looks directly into your eyes. You couldn’t help but admire those gorgeous blue eyes of his. You could get lost in them but you would never admit that to Gojo out loud. Gojo shuffles you even closer to him, your chests touching each other. He places a pocky in his mouth. “Ready darling?” 

“Mhm.” Both of you start biting the ends of the pocky sticks. You decided to use the speedy tactic you used last round. Then something unexpected happened. Gojo winks at you and squeezes your hips. You choke and Gojo takes this to his advantage. He speedily bites down the pocky, his lips getting dangerously close to yours. 

“I won!” He cheered. You try to process what just happened. “Can you even do that?!” You blurted out trying not to blush. 

Gojo shrugged his shoulders, “Why not?”

“You-!” 

He interrupts you, “Since I won, call me by my name.” 

“Gojo?” You asked confused. 

“You know what I mean stupid. Satoru.” Oh. That was a simple request. You normally called him Gojo but sometimes you did call him Satoru. 

“K Satoru. There, did that make you happy?” 

“Yea,” he smiled at you. Woah there calm down heart. Satoru had no right looking that gorgeous. The sun was going down casting a beautiful golden hue over Satoru's messy white hair. His white tee accenting his broad shoulders. Those blue sparkly eyes that seem to resemble diamonds as they twinkled at you. His lips upcurved in a rare genuine smile showing off his cute dimples. Your heart only pounding because you admire Satoru aesthetics, not because of handsome looks. 

“Let's do one more round yea?” He asked you. “Final round out of three. Loser has to listen to the winner's request.” Finally that strawberry pocky box will be in your hands. You nodded. “Let's get this over with.” Satoru sensually places a pocky in his mouth. He cockily grins at you. Your eyes narrowed at him. This was his way of taunting you. The two of you started biting down onto the pocky ends. This round the biting was much slower. A part of you didn’t want this game to end too soon. It felt as time slowed down. It was just you and Satoru at the moment. Eyes locked onto Satoru, barely blinking. You can feel every part of him. His muscular thighs, the 6 pack abs hidden under his tee, his big hands gently pressing onto your hips. You were too busy concentrating on him, you barely noticed Satoru took the final bite, making him the pocky game winner. He pulls away from you, licking his lips. “Oohh looks like you lost.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “Congrats. What do you want?” 

“Can I kiss you?”

“What.” 

For the third time, Satoru made your brain go haywire. 

“Wh- what did you just say?” You asked to make sure you're not hearing things.

“Can I please kiss you?” 

You stared at him. He looked serious. Too serious. You laughed nervously, “Oh this must be a prank right haha? Where the camera?”  

“Mhm not a prank. I want to kiss you,” Satoru bluntly said. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips pressed tightly. He was actually serious, the heck. 

“Why? Aren’t we..just friends?” 

“Are you stupid?”

“Wha?” Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. 

“Do friends flirt with each other all the time huh?” 

“YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH ME? SINCE WHEN?!” 

Satoru sighs, “I thought I made it fairly obvious.” 

“I uh thought that was typical Gojo behavior.” 

He frowned, “Do I have to spell it out for you? I gave you expensive gifts, took you out all the time, call you pet names, fuck I was even being clingy, lovely dopey and shit and your telling me you thought that was just me being friendly?” 

“Yea?”

He groans, “Why did I fall for a dumbass like you again?” 

“HEY,” you snapped, “But since when did you start having feelings for me?”

“Maybe when I saw your cute ass in those tight jeans you like to wear?” 

“WHAT THE FUCK,” you screeched, madly flustered with an intense blush on your face. 

“Kidding! Don’t really remember how it started. Just somewhere along the way, I knew I liked you.” 

“What do you even like about me?” You weren’t ready at all that your long time friend who you had a crush on like you back and he even confessed first. 

“Hmm,” Satoru tilted his head like an adorable puppy. “I can name off a lot of things. I like how you sing in the shower, you're always looking out for others, you're sweet, too pretty for your own good, how you love to collect cute things. I can name a lot more buuut-” he grins at you. “If I say anything more, I think your face gonna explode off.”  

You were bright as a tomato. You bashfully hide your blushing face behind your hands. Satoru took your hands away from your face, “Come on now, don’t be shy. Let me see the person I fell in love with.” Fuck. Fuck. Your heart was so not prepared for this. Your heart was beating so fast, you could hear it pounding hard. Satoru leans into you, whispering into your ear, “I know you love me too.” He grins. 

You groaned, “Was it that obvious?” 

“Yup!” He says popping the p. 

“Ugh. Now I feel like a damn fool.” You wish the Earth could just swallow you whole right now. 

“It was cute really seeing you pretend like you didn’t love me,” he teases. “Soo how bout that kiss hmm?” Satoru's voice drops to a deep tone. You breathe in and out slowly, thinking of all the times you wanted to kiss Satoru. You mustered up the courage and grabbed Satoru's collar pulling him to you. You press a kiss against his soft lips. All of those times you spent daydreaming kissing those beautiful lips of yours finally came true. Satoru eyes widen in shock seeing you take the first move, mouth open in an O shape. It was a short kiss, merely a brief second. 

“Heh,” Satoru chuckles, “You call that a kiss? Let me teach you how to actually kiss.” A hand softly cups the back of your head as he moves to press his lips against yours. You whimper and he takes this to his advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explores the caverns of your mouth. His tongue intertwines with yours. His breath was hot, his forehead against yours. His other hand gripping your waist to keep you steady on his lap. Your bodies pressed together, flush and hot. You let out a moan as Satoru lightly bites your lip. After a couple minutes that felt like forever, Satoru pulls away from you. Your chest heaving up and down as you pant for air. 

Satoru lazily lips his lips as he looks at you with his hooded eyes filled with desire. His hand swipes away the drool from your lips. You didn’t even realize you were drooling. “Mhm you taste like strawberry,” he says in a delighted tone. 

“Well no shit, Sherlock.” 

Satoru laughs, “There's that cheeky mouth of yours I love! I kiss you real good huh. So good, you're drooling.”

“Shut up!” You wiped your mouth in embarrassment. Satoru was actually a pretty decent kisser, better than you thought. His hand traces your neck, “Let me mark you here. Let the world know your mine.” 

Your breath hitched. Satoru's eyes swirled with lust as he locked a heavy gaze on you. You pressed your forehead against his. “Always been yours.” You murmur in a low voice. Taking that as permission, Satoru moves your shirt to the end of your collarbones. You feel his hot breath as your skin tingles with anticipation. Satoru starts pressing light gentle kisses. He leaves a trail of kisses. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly using the back of the chair to press yourself even closer into him. He finds the nape of your neck and starts circling his tongue on a certain spot. He parts his lips slightly and starts to suck. You let out a small whimper, your hand grasping his hair for support. Satoru starts to suck harder, using some teeth. He bites your neck but no to hard. He kisses your neck in brief intervals, sucking, licking, and repeat. 

Satoru pulls his lips away and admires his handiwork. A small red bruise like a mark slowly starts to form. Satoru being the insatiable man he is moves to the other side of your neck and gives you being the entire man. The entire time you were feeling incredibly aroused letting out soft moans. After a couple of minutes, your neck was decorated by blue, red, and purple dots. “Hm pretty good if I do say so myself,” Satoru smirks in a cocky tone. 

“How am I going to explain this to the others……” 

“You don’t!” 

Satoru brushes his nose with yours, giving you a couple more playful kisses on your lips. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I love you so much you know?” He confessed. 

“I can’t believe you confess first damn it.” 

“Well one of us needed to do it eventually and it was me.” His thumb teases your lip. “ Open up.” You confused did what he said, slightly opening your mouth. He puts a pocky into your mouth. “Oh so you finally remember to give me my pocky!” 

Satoru snickers, “No thank you?” 

“Nah. You don’t deserve it.” 

“Fair. By the way, there was a bet on us who was gonna confess first.” 

“Really? Let me guess Shoko started it.” 

“Bingo! Once they come back, I’m going to cash in on my winnings!” 

“Wait, you betted too??? Give me some, I'm broke, you don’t need more money, rich boy.” 

“Sure sure. But I can do you one better. Next week you're free right? Let's go on a date. I treat ya.” 

You fistpump the air in excitement, “Yes!” 

Part 2 here!