#never thought I'd put all of those tags and then let you guys have a whiplash of seeing sebastian fxxking solace

[studio-sneebs]

FAQ (sort of)

What's STUDIO SNEEBS? just a bunch of jashlings hanging out in a normal studio sorta place that's also their house? well everyone has their own place but the studio also has backup rooms just in case, ya know?

some or all of them may be able to break the fourth wall, mayhaps :3c

Why that name? I just thought it would be both funny and sort of nice? it has a nice ring to it! to be fair I don't know how I got this name hahah!

Will there be headcanons or is this entirely canon divergent? lots and lots of headcanons that I believe fit the characters buddy, but I'm sure everyone has each of their own for these guys, yeah? so let's not focus too much on it!

Any lore for this silly rp blog? or is it all silly? mostly silly but there will be heavy topics seen in this roleplay account like alcohol, paranoia, and others I may have forgotten. so best be warned!

either way, not much, heh-

Can our own versions of these silly fellas interact? they can break the fourth wall so I think they're well aware there are other versions of themselves from other people..so yeah, I believe so!

just don't go to HMSW about it

Are OCs or Sonas allowed to interact? HELL YEAH!! I also have an oc included in this blog just for the heck of it! possibly self-indulgent, yes, but it's how I have my fun! the silly jashlings on this account would love to interact with anyone, depending on who, but YOU especially they'd love to talk to!

so go haywire,,,

Are other fandoms allowed to interact with the characters? POSSIBLY! depends which, if it's something like roblox pressure then I'm interested cause Sebastian reminds me a hella lot of Mind personality wise :3c

may be updated as time goes on :3<....

[astonmartinii]

honey, honey [mamma mia part three] | formula one social media au

drivers: sebastian vettel, fernando alonso & jenson button

mamma mia | no more ace to play | masterlist | tips

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yourusername: little chick is finally showing and these old men are still obsessed with cars even though i'm RIGHT THERE !!

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user1: oh to be the one receiving those photos of fernando

user2: yeah yeah they're having a kid BUT the sheer amount of seb + fernando + jenson content we're gonna get

fernandoalo_oficial: so you go to goodwood with them but don't come to my race :(

yourusername: babe they outnumbered you but we'll be there in canada !!

jensonbutton: sorry some of us didn't choose to be a fossil in an f1 car. just hurry up and retire

yourusername: woah woah, let nando have his lil hobby

fernandoalo_oficial: y/n tell him he can't call me old

yourusername: jenson, fernando isn't a fossil, you know we prefer the term precious artefact, please apologise

jensonbutton: i'm sorry???

user3: omg this is going so fast

danielricciardo: ahhhh y/n is showing !! this is so exciting

sebastianvettel: chickie is the size of a lemon i think

danielricciardo: and you'll all be in canada?

yourusername: yes! i can't wait to meet all of you

danielricciardo: *can't wait to meet chickie's god father

fernandoalo_oficial: daniel you know we haven't decided that yet

jensonbutton: also i've partied with you, why do you think i'd trust you with my kid?

danielricciardo: ummm every child is entitled to a fun uncle ??

user4: i am once again stating how fucking obsessed i am with this set up

yourusername

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yourusername: my personal favourite snippets of the god father applications. not sure it really made me trust any of them any more than before.

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user5: i was not expecting to actually see the applications but they defo didn't disappoint

maxverstappen1: ummmmm @charles_leclerc what do you mean? you are the instigator YOU pushed me into that puddle

charles_leclerc: it's okay max get it out (@sebastianvettel @fernandoalo_oficial @jensonbutton see how i am able to de- escalate this situation)

maxverstappen1: try and de-escalate this foot up your literal ass

charles_leclerc: i will put you in time out (i.e. watch your ass going into turn one)

yourusername: you guys realise this is not helping the application right?

maxverstappen1: nuh uh who wouldn't want a world champion as a god father

charles_leclerc: low blow verstappen

yourusername: girlies chickie has dads with seven championships between them so i really don't think she'll be impressed by two

user6: i'm sorry but roscoe hamilton as the reference is killing me

user7: full government name and everything

sebastianvettel: you guys laughed at me but this has amused me to no end

yourusername: you're a genius and i love you for this

user8: L BOMB?

jensonbutton: i take back calling the idea dumb, you were right :(

sebastianvettel: oh how the tables have turned

fernandoalo_oficial: can we all just agree that we never thought those dumbasses would actually fill one in?

yourusername: it makes me even more excited to meet them

jensonbutton: trust me the charm wears off real quick

user9: the way kimi wrote nothing and will probably end up being the god father anyway

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jensonbutton: best thing about pregnancy cravings is i have an excuse to use seb's insane car collection and brush up on my french

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user13: on dad duty with the dad angle he's ready

user14: honestly my heart is so warm over the fact that they've all embraced the situation

user15: girl we saw jenson and nando at mclaren together ... it's been coming

user16: oh and that one podium with jenson and seb they just need a girl they all liked to get their shit together and that's the most them thing ever

sebastianvettel: a man goes to one meeting and suddenly julie is being taken on grocery runs

jensonbutton: y/n wanted bagels so ?

sebastianvettel: i know we're having an actual kid but be careful with my mechanical kids as well

jensonbutton: do you forget i'm literally a driver too honey

yourusername: thanks for the bagel baby bagel dates 4 ever

fernandoalo_oficial: cream cheese and salmon WITHOUT ME?

yourusername: we put it in the fridge for when you get home :(

fernandoalo_oficial: awwwww really ???

yourusername: we love you (but also you can't eat soft cheese or raw fish while pregnant)

fernandoalo_oficial: it's the thought that counts?

user17: god this looks like domestic bliss, how does one come about three men to have a kid with in the swiss mountains?

yourusername: honestly i'm so lucky

sebastianvettel: we're luckier

jensonbutton: we're luckier

fernandoalo_oficial: we're luckier

yourusername: fucking hormones are making me ball my eyes out

f1

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f1: category is ... baby presents !! y/n y/ln made her paddock debut with sebastian vettel and jenson button to support fernando alonso 💚

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user21: omg seb in his aston martin gear to support nando

user22: imagine showing this to someone in 2010 i think they would have a heart attack

danielricciardo: i had the best present ever god father is in the bag

charles_leclerc: i read your application there's no way, plus seb loves ferrari so my gift will be the best

mickschumacher: lets be real my application was the best

estebanocon: eh i think kimi's was the best

mickschumacher: he literally wrote nothing ????

estebanocon: and yet he outdid all of yall... embarrassing for some

user23: i feel like this fight to be god father is gonna end with a fist fight in the parking lot

yourusername: and i'll be there with my popcorn

sebastianvettel: maybe let's not encourage fighting

yourusername: why not, these squabbles over being in charge if all FOUR of chickie's parents die are the most entertaining thing in the world to me

jensonbutton: lets halt it on the fighting and dying talk okay (i will also be front row to watch these morons fight)

maxverstappen1: if it's a fist fight clear win for me imo

fernandoalo_oficial: how did we get here (i will referee)

danielricciardo: respectfully maxy, i will beat your ass

maxverstappen1: NUH UH

kimiraikkonen: i'm winning no question

sebastianvettel: now that i agree with

yourusername: i thought you were against fighting?

sebastianvettel: i guess it would be kind of funny (especially because any physical violence is an immediate red flag)

user24: okay but can someone actually let us know who got what cause i know these men probably got the dumbest shit that can never actually be used by a child

user25: there's a thread on twitter!

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fernandoalo_oficial: old man still got it 👍 thank you to the team for your help, needed to impress y/n with my day job x

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user27: impending fatherhood got nando looking like he can make it an eight championship house

sebastianvettel: @yourusername he's good but i was better

jensonbutton: @yourusername and i was even better x

fernandoalo_oficial: ummm this is literally my post about MY podium?

sebastianvettel: i would've won but that's just me 😬

fernandoalo_oficial: 2013 called and it wants your attitude back 🤨

jensonbutton: it's been ten years guys... (i would've also won)

sebastianvettel: well my trophy cabinet is the fullest so chickie will know who was the best by that :)

yourusername: the sexual tension is killing me, how did yall not shag back in 2010?

jensonbutton: too busy winning and being sluts elsewhere x

maxverstappen1: yall claim you would've won? yall wouldn't get close to me sorry not sorry

sebastianvettel: oh look who's out of the running for god father

maxverstappen1: NO I TAKE IT BACK

yourusername: don't worry maxy, he's joking the bee keeping suit went down VERY WELL

charles_leclerc: he's such a cheat i didn't even know they existed :(

maxverstappen1: you snooze you loose

yourusername: @charles_leclerc i'm craving pasta, i heard it's good in the ferrari hospitality

charles_leclerc: on it 🫡

fernandoalo_oficial: so is no one going to congratulate me?

yourusername: CONGRATS BUB! turns out you ARE great at your day job (and very sexy drenched in champagne)

sebastianvettel: i agree

jensonbutton: i agree

yourusername: once again how did yall make it through the 2010s

user28: i'm trying not to be weird about this but i know their sex life must be crazy

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yourusername: baby's first f1 weekend and daddy nando did not disappoint (neither did the grid, yall are so generous thank you)

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user29: i am so unwell this is all so cute i might die

fernandoalo_oficial: i would get any shit box on the podium for you guys

yourusername: NO BRAKES! NO TYRES! OUT OF THE POINTS!

jensonbutton: babe that was over five years ago...

yourusername: ummmm i'm doing my research on your careers? i'd never watched f1 i needed to catch up

sebastianvettel: who showed you this?

yourusername: oscar and lando said they'd give me a quick fire history lesson

fernandoalo_oficial: @oscarpiastri @landonorris i've won 32 races and you show y/n that?

landonorris: funny?

oscarpiastri: we also showed her multi 21, sorry not sorry seb

sebastianvettel: not my four championships?

oscarpiastri: justice for my manager

user30: obsessed with how y/n can watch old races and most of the time one of her bfs win 😭

alexalbon: so great to finally meet you! the albon pets hope it's a girl!

yourusername: don't tell them i told you this but me too

jensonbutton: we can literally all see this?

yourusername: you guys would be such girl dads lets be real

user31: potential girl dad seb, jenson and fernando DO NOT THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME

user32: do NOT let seb name them he's already used all of the good bond girl names

sebastianvettel: i'll have you know kinky kylie is a top tier name

yourusername: for a car. do not suggest any names affiliated with any spy films

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sebastianvettel: thought i'd have a quiet life after retirement, i thought wrong

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user33: the BEAR ???

user34: what if i die so i can be reincarnated as the f1 baby

jensonbutton: always arguing over who is the best driver but yet i am always designated driver ... makes you think

sebastianvettel: you're the one who pulls the "i'm the oldest" card ... makes you think

fernandoalo_oficial: only one of us is still racing ... makes you think

yourusername: someone is waiting to go to bed but some people are arguing in the comment section ... makes you think

user35: this kid is going to have the most entertaining childhood ever...

yourusername: @fernandoalo_oficial retire so you can join the crochet club

fernandoalo_oficial: no can do i need to bring home the bacon (and beat lewis)

lewishamilton: why am i catching strays? can i join the crochet club instead of fernando?

yourusername: it's strictly bring your own yarn and real housewives only

lewishamilton: make it beverly hills and i'm there

fernandoalo_oficial: ummmmm ??? @mercedesamgf1 ur driver is retiring you heard it hear first

yourusername: you guys gonna beef over crochet as well?

fernandoalo_oficial: yes.

lewishamilton: yes.

jensonbutton: okay nando you're the only one we're waiting for, we're debating god fathers

fernandoalo_oficial: one sec my pr team called me, turns out you can't make up a rumour that lewis hamilton is retiring, who knew?

maxverstappen1: VOTE FOR ME PLEASE

charles_leclerc: you've won enough this season, let me have this one

mickschumacher: i'll bring breakfast in the morning for three votes at least

yourusername: do NOT try and bribe the jury.

note: PART THREE! okay so it's finally here and i hope it's what you guys were looking for... the race for god father is heating up and the name arguments are only just starting... i am enjoying the pregnancy content but i'm excited for baby time !!!

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[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hii! First off, I LOVE your writing.

Secondly, what if during a movie night w/the demon brothers, (bc I am convinced they have them...) they (unknowingly) pick a movie that stars MC. What would each of their reactions be? Could you also do one with the undateables too?

Thx for reading! <3

Heyyyy I wrote your request as a group story because it's thought it's easier than writing for each brother individually. As for the other guys there will be a part two coming soon. Enjoy!

Summary: The brothers and MC are having a movie night and they find out that MC is one of the actors in it.

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

GN!MC

The brothers' reactions to MC being an actor in a movie

It was a peaceful night in the Devildom. There weren't many hardships during the day and all the brothers were pretty energetic. The eldest wasn't preoccupied with too much work so he was planning on spending the night with a glass of demonus and the sound of record playing in the background while relaxing on the comfortable sofa in his study. All of a sudden though MC along with the rest of the brothers burst through the door of the study just as he was choosing the perfect record for the night. Lucifer shot them a look of tiredness and question before crossing his arms at his chest.

Mammon: Yo, Lucifer! Ya in mood for a movie night? We haven't had those in a while. Whatcha say?

Asmo: Yep <3. I just looove watching a movie while cuddling with someone. Can I pleaseeee cuddle you, Lucifer?

Satan: Guys why don't we just watch it ourselves? Why do we need Lucifer there?

Beel while nibbling on some food: Because... Num.. num num.. we're.. num.. num.. a family, Satan.

Satan rolled his eyes and leaned on the wall behind him.

Satan: Whatever.

Lucifer: Hm.. a movie night you say? We certainly haven't had those in a while... But...

Upon hearing the word "But" MC looked up at the eldest with the most pleading puppy eyes they could manage.

MC: Come ooon, Lucifeeerrr. Pleaseee?

Asmo along with MC: Please~?

Lucifer sighing: Fine, I'll come. But Asmo, my cuddles are reserved for MC. So I'd appreciate it if you keep your distance.

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Everyone are sitting in the living room, in front of the TV. Satan is passing through the list of movies the brothers have stored in "to watch"

Satan: How about this one? It's a murder documentary.

Asmo shot Satan with an "are you serious?" look before tilting his head to the side and putting a hand over his eyes dramatically.

Asmo: Are you insane, Satan? Please get this out of my sight!! The image of.. blood alone gives me the chills...

Levi: As far as I know you are the only one in the house that enjoys watching this type of thing, Satan.

Satan: That's not true! MC watches them with me all the time.

Belphie: Do they enjoy it though? Or are they doing it out of politeness?

Lucifer: Or perhaps they pity him for watching the documentaries alone so they decide to tag along.

Satan: Lucifer, shut up. I'm not pitiful unlike a certain someone with their classical music obsession.

Lucifer's eyes darken and his gaze pierced through the back of Satan's head.

Lucifer: Satan.

MC gently pokes Lucifer's bicep, signaling him to calm down.

MC: Guys, let's not fight. It's a family movie night!

Beel: Yeah. MC is right.

Mammon pointing at the screen: How 'bout that one? It's some kind of fantasy and horror mix or somethin'. Sounds great to me!

Satan: Yeah. That's not a bad choice either. Should we watch this?

Levi: Yeah. Looks good.

Mammon: Yo Asmo! Ya ain't squeamish about this as well are ya?

Asmo: Well this one doesn't look as bad as the murder documentary. Let's give it a go.

Satan clicks the play button and sits back on the couch. Though what he doesn't expect is to feel someone snuggling against him. He looks down and his eyes widen upon seeing Asmo getting comfortable on his older brother's chest.

Satan: Asmodeus! I never allowed you to snuggle against me!

Asmo: Awwhh come ooonn, Saaataaannn!! What's a movie night without cuddles???

Despite Asmo's winning Satan pushed him away and looked back at the screen.

Asmo: Ugh, Satan! You're so bad! MC, sweetheart, be a doll and come cuddle with me.

Mammon: Don't even think about it, Asmo! MC is sitting with ME right now. It's not your turn yet!

Everybody continue talking until one specific scene gets on the screen and silences the brothers.They are left in a mix of shock and confusion which was clearly visible on their faces.

Mammon: Wait.. That can't be..

Belphie: But it does look like them..

Levi: Could it perhaps be them..?

MC furrows their brows and looks at the brothers with a questioning look.

MC: Guys, what's up? You went silent all of a sudden... Is something the matter..?

All of the brothers take a look at MC before looking back at the screen.

Lucifer: MC, is that... You?

MC looks at the TV and smiles upon seeing themselves on the screen.

MC: Oh yeah! I'm one of the actors in the movie! I completely forgot. Cool isn't it?

Mammon: Wait WHAT?

Satan: MC, you are one of the.. actors? You're starting in this movie?

MC: Yeah?

Levi: What do you mean "Yeah?" This is a serious matter!

Asmo: MC dear, you never told us that you're an actor...

MC: Is it that important that you have to know?

Belphie: Yeah!

Beel: Yes, MC

MC: ...?

Lucifer sighs and punches the bridge of his nose before speaking.

Lucifer: MC, they're just overreacting. This is a matter to be proud of. I've personally heard many good things about this movie.

Mammon: Overreactin'?! Whatcha mean?!?! We ain't overreactin'!!!

Asmo: Yeah this seems pretty important to me! Like I'm sooo into it!! MC, dear, tell me more! Tell me what make up they use, how did they style your hair because it looks fabulous!

Satan: Yes, MC how does it feel to perform on stage in front of a camera?

Levi: Is it hard? Do you get stage fright or camera fright or something? I would honestly prefer to die rather than perform on stage! How do you do it?

MC: Well..

Belphie: Do they let you take naps in between shootings? If it were me I would fall asleep on stage if they didn't let me nap..

Beel: Do they give nice food? Is it free by any chance? How did it taste like.. Mmm my stomach is already growling...

Mammon: How much did they pay ya?! It better be a nice, big amount B'cuz it would be insultin' to not pay ya enough?

MC: Well, first of all..

Lucifer sighing: MC, you don't have to answer all of their stupid questions if you don't feel like it..

MC: No it's fine...

And so MC proceeds to explain everything to the brothers, answering each question they shoot their way with a wide smile on their face. The brothers seem in awe that MC was staring in the said movie. Some of them were proud and others were simply shocked and extremely interested.

After the bunch of questions from the seven brothers the family finally manages to watch the movie. At times someone would point out MC's acting skills or a scene that looked cool.

Sometimes the brothers would brag about MC and their acting potion in said movie since it was well known. And when they had movie nights they'd sometimes watch other movies MC starred in.

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

The Fun Kind of Sparring Pt. 2

Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

(Aka minors do NOT interact with this post)

A/N: Sooooooo… did ya miss me?? Heh. My down stairs brain has been exercised, that’s for sure. Took five but now I’m trying to change lives 💪

Anyways, as always, all interaction, especially commentary/tags, is extremely appreciated! It really makes my day to hear that people like what I’m putting out there.

Content Warning: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ If you thought the last one was diddle-that-skittle-worthy, this one… I think I’m going to need to take a cold shower. I mean, my man doesn’t stop talking. I will say he’s really sweet to the reader. A few things he says sound more like him in canon, but overall he’s really sweet. Look, guys, life is lifing rn so I just needed a sweet hot old man to talk me through it 🤷‍♀️

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Previously on The Fun Kind of Sparring

"Good girl," he praises, and it's all I can do not to keen. I have to be soaked through my shorts by now, there's no way. "Well, what l'd do next... that's simple. I'd fuck her until she cried, and then I'd keep going. And I'd keep going until the only thing she can remember is my name, until she's gooey and clingy and a sweet little fucked out thing, all for me," he finishes, his grin from before returning back to his face. I'm losing it. I can't think straight. And yet- he's still waiting for me to make the first move. Son of a bitch.

"O-okay," I clear my throat, unable to find my senses. "And if that hypothetical girl was me?" We both know it's me, I just need to hear it.

"Well in that case I think l'd be the luckiest bastard who ever lived," he says sincerely, looking at me with a gaze that can only be described as pure adoration and lust. Yep. That's it for me. I lean up and kiss him with as much force as I can muster.

A strand of spit connects our lips when we part, and if I hadn’t heard him say all those dirty things I’d think it was the most erotic thing imaginable. It’s certainly a close second, though.

He crashes his lips back to mine once the strand breaks, demanding access that I could never be strong enough not to give. He explores my mouth with great fervor, silencing the small whimpers and whines trying to tear themselves from my throat. Once he’s sure I’m breathless he moves down, planting a row of kisses to my jaw before kissing down my neck, biting and sucking dark marks at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

But through the lust induced haze that’s already clouding my brain I can only remember one thing.

“Uh, Ben?” my voice is unrecognizable, breathy and high.

“Yeah?” He says into my collarbone where he’s been leaving more love bites.

“What about you? Don’t you get to come in the story?”

“Oh, you’re sweet on me, huh, baby? Don’t you worry about me sweet girl, that’ll come later- no pun intended.”

“Oh, okay,” I mumble, tugging him up by the hair so I can kiss him again. “I could kiss you forever,” I say. And it sounds stupid, but his plush pink lips are just too good to be true.

“That can be arranged, sweetheart,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss me again. There’s just no feeling like it. I reach for the hem of his grey sweatpants, but he grunts, pulling away. I look at him, eyes wide with confusion.

“Sugar, as much as I’d love to give some sad sap the chance of walking in on this, I think it’s better we move this to my room.”

“Oh, okay,” I concede.

“Trust me,” he says, almost… shifty? Whatever. I’m too horny to decipher his gaze at the moment. I let him all but pick me up off the floor, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror embellished wall: my face is sweaty and splotchy, hair already a wreck, hickies everywhere on my neck and shoulders. Holy hell. I haven’t even gotten laid yet, and I look like I went nine rounds in a porno. Motherfucker. Me-fucker, in a minute. Good god.

“I think I’m an artist,” he says smugly from behind me, admiring the blues and purples on my neck and shoulders, and catching my gaze in the mirror. He presses his bulge to my ass, at which I gasp. He’s huge. I can already tell. How the fuck does he even-? I don’t even know how I’m going to finish that question.

“C’mon sweetheart, my room ain’t far.”

“Okay,” I mumble, stuck on the absent feeling of his bulge against me. “But the floor was so hot,” I pout.

“Don’t I know it, sweets,” he grins. “But I’ve got big plans for you, if you remember.”

I moan softly at the memory of his dirty words

“Attagirl.” The shit eating grin from before is right back on his face. “Now c’mon, sweets,” he tugs my hand in his, practically dragging me out of the gym. Before I know it I’m laying on my back in his soft bed, him over me. He somehow kisses me both soft and slow, and rough and fast, and it’s almost impossible to breath. Especially as he adds more to the canvas he’s made of my body.

“Can I?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I nod, and pulls it up over my head, obviously enjoying what he finds under it.

“Of course my pretty girl has pretty tits too, I shouldn’t even be surprised, but”-he kisses the tops of each of my breasts-“damn, baby.”

I blush at his praise, unable to help myself. “Can I take off this cute little bra?” he asks.

“Mhm,” I say, hoping that he’ll just rip it off. But instead of being raucous he gently unclasps it from behind, teasing it off of me. He trails lower with his lips, lavishing my breasts in attention that leaves them perky and alert once he leaves them for my stomach.

I can’t help but start giggling at the feeling of his scratchy beard on my stomach as he continues his trek of kisses and such southward. “What’s funny?” he asks, obviously amused by my laughter. I can only giggle harder because he seems to catch on, now intentionally scratching at me with it. He starts kissing lower and lower, and eventually my giggles dissolve into moans as he nips at the juncture of my thigh and pelvis.

“So sweet,” he mumbles, tugging at the waist band of my shorts. He pulls both them and my underwear off in one go. “Oh, sweets,” he breathes. “You this wet all for me?”

I squeak, unable to respond to the dark, lust-filled look in his eyes as he asks. Thankfully the question is rhetorical, because my brain is already starting to get fuzzy.

He gingerly pulls off my shoes and socks, before pressing featherlight kisses to and massaging up my left leg. Just as he reaches my sopping heat does he stop, biting the squishy flesh of the inside of my thigh before returning back down on my right leg.

“Ben,” I whine impatiently, unsure of how much more of this teasing I can take before I just come without him doing anything.

He just tuts at me before continuing his ministrations. And good grief does he know what buttons to press, because my legs already feel like jello in his hands.

Finally he bites my other thigh, and I’m all but shaking with how eager I am for him to do something, anything to me. And he seems to be more than happy to comply.

“Listen, if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” he says roughly, sincerely, as his cheek rests against the inside of my thigh.

“O-okay?” I say, my tone far past breathy.

“That’s my girl,” he grins before diving in.

It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It feels like he’s lit orgasmic fireworks, like far too much and not enough all at once, like… it’s fucking inexplainable. Especially while I’m physically squirming from how good it feels, while he only needs one big hand splayed over my stomach to keep me down. I couldn’t even tell you what I’m moaning between the incoherent mess of his one syllable name and the whines he’s pulling out of me.

It’s incredible. And he’s so methodical, so good at it. Eighty odd years of experience will do it to you I guess, but this is like, next level.

And before I know it my stomach is tightening in on itself, and I try to warn him. I really do. But he doesn’t even need me to warn him. Instead he takes his hand off my stomach and places both on either of my thighs, locking me in place around his head. And before I know it, his tongue thrusting in and out of me and his nose and facial hair rubbing on my clit have me coming with a loud cry of his name. I’m physically shaking by the end of it from how he continues to fuck me through it, lapping up every last drop.

The thing about Ben is that he does everything with great fervor. Passion, really, except he thinks that’s too feminine a word. There just has to be a certain exceptionality to the way he does things. When he snorts a line of coke, the line had better be four times longer than anyone else’s. When he performed back in the day, it had to be more grandiose than Queen, more ostentatious than Madonna. When he eats pussy, it has to be fucking leagues ahead of any other man or woman in the entire world.

And man oh man does he deliver. I think I come again, but it’s hard to tell from how intense the initial orgasm was and how fuzzy the overstimulation is making my brain. But he eventually pulls back, once again resting his stubbled cheek on the inside of my thigh, my come glistening on his jaw and mouth. It’s a sight of debauchery in its purest-or should I say filthiest- form. I’m panting, trying to ground myself as he smugly smirks at me, his greens eyes sparkling like cut emeralds.

“Y’like that, sweetheart?” he asks, knowing damn well I do. And yes, he’s cocky as fuck, but… he’s not wrong.

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Good girl,” and at that I clench around nothing. And he does not fail to notice.

“Aww, my sweet girl likes being a good girl,” he observes, languidly running a knuckle through my folds. I gasp, and he chuckles. “Easy.”

He surprises me by thrusting one finger in- and like he said, it wouldn’t do much with how wet I was. So he gives me a second, and I start to feel it, especially when he hits my g-spot on every languid thrust, eliciting tinny moans from me. The tinny moans get louder when he starts scissoring his fingers inside of me, opening me up as far as he sees fit. “Gotta get you ready for me,” he explains, spitting on his other hand before brining his thumb to my clit. I’m beyond fucked once the rough pad of his thumb meets my sensitive bud, gasping his name and arching my back.

“You’re taking ‘em so well, sweet girl. Gonna give you another,” he tells me before adding a third finger and rubbing on my clit even faster. I barely last three minutes of this before I come for the second-third?- time with a weak cry of his name, still ready for more. I’m flustered from how easy it was to make me come, and his words certainly don’t soothe my blush.

“Oh, look at this pretty pussy gushin’ f’me, she’s too good to me,” he groans, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out to prolong my bliss. “Aww sweet girl, why’re you embarrassed, huh? I think my new favorite color is pink cause of your sweet cheeks. My pretty girl, my perfect girl.”

My mind is so fuzzy. Ben- Soldier Boy- is literally praising me whereas he calls anyone else a disappointment or a whore. And he’s making me feel so good, not only because of the incredible sex but with the way he’s treating me.

He kisses me again before he stands up, and I can taste myself on him. I don’t mind though, because his lips, his tongue… I can hardly account for my senses, much less comprehend the taste of myself. He stares at me and finally takes the waistband of his sweatpants in his hands. I can’t help the way my jaw drops as he finally pulls them and his boxers down, and naturally he gives me his signature smirk.

The bottom line is that he’s even bigger than I had thought earlier. Like, this is a size I thought only dildos came in, not the real thing. It’s long, it’s thick, and it’s rock hard. His eyes are trained on mine, so naturally he catches me gaping and laughs. Jackass.

“You know that not all of that is going to fit, right?” I ask, a little nervous.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, cocksure. I can’t help but gulp involuntarily, but once he brings his lips back down to mine I’m right back into my whipped frenzy, pouting and following his lips like a puppy when he pulls away, rummaging in his bedside drawer but talking all the while.

“Don’t worry, m’gonna give you what you want, just gotta ease you into it, okay? Ain’t gonna treat you like a loosened whore, I could never. My sweet girl. Didn’t bring you in here for nothing, wanted this.” He holds up a small bottle, and that’s when I get it. He needed the damn lube. That’s why he wanted to come back here. Not a big connection, but for someone who’s ready to let him doin all sorts of unspeakable things to her and thank him for it, it’s a revolutionary revelation.

“Oh-oh,” I say, my voice breaking when I watch him fist himself a few times.

“Gonna make it feel so good for you,” he mumbles, rubbing a generous amount of lube up and down his length. As if it hasn’t already been beyond good. “Tell you what, baby, I want you to ride me, just to start. Y’can adjust on your own time, take it as slow as you need, okay sweet girl? ‘Cause if I’m on top… I don’t think I can make any promises.” At least he’s honest. The horny part of me wants him to just go ahead and rail me within an inch of my life, but the small, annoying, rational part of me recognizes how huge he is. He sits down next to me on the bed, comfortably resting against the pilos and the headboard. His legs are splayed, showing off the endearing curve to them.

It takes a lot out of my already fucked out self to move two inches and straddle him, but I do. He smiles, genuinely smiles, and I can’t help but smile back.

“Take it easy, sweet girl,” he tells me. “We’ve got all night. You just take all the time you need.” I’m so turned on by how sweet he is, I genuinely can’t even help it.

“Okay,” I mumble, reaching for his cock, feeling it in my hands. It’s just a little thicker than the grip of one of my hands- definitely thicker than anything I’ve ever had, but not as scary as I thought. I rub the leaking precum over his tip, because even though he’s already poured a more than generous amount of lube on himself I can’t be too sure. Not to mention the delicious gasps he’s making at every touch are enough to just do this for the next six hours.

But finally, finally I’m ready. I position myself over it, my arms encircling Ben’s wide, freckled shoulders.

And then I slowly, ever so slowly sink down on the tip. We both moan at the newfound sensation, and I physically have to stop for a second. He’s just so big. All of him is, from his ego to his overall stature, but inside me? He’s huge, and the stretch is beyond satiating.

“You okay, sweets?” he asks, recovering quicker than me.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he kisses me on the lips. The distraction of the kiss lets me move more comfortably down his length. I make it a little bit more before I have to stop again. “You’re squeezing me so good, this pussy was made for me,” he groans when I stop, and I hide my own noises into the crook of his shoulder.

“Ben?” I mumble.

“Yeah?”

“I need help,” I whine, keeping my face hidden to hide my embarrassment.

“Aww, sweetpea,” he lets out a small laugh despite himself, furthering my angry red blush. “C’mere, look at me,” I do as he says, my thighs sore from keeping me up as I do so.

“No need to be embarrassed with me, sugar,” he says softly, before bring my lips to his, a big hand cupping the side of my head. I barely notice his other hand on my hip until he slowly starts guiding me down on him, lifting me up and down where I’m and pushing me down further and further as he does so. He muffles my whimpers and whines into the kiss, kissing me so long that I forget what it’s like to breathe.

Once he’s bottomed out and I’m properly seated on his lap does he pull away, letting me moan as loud as I need to.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his own voice strained.

“Full,” I mumble, because it’s true. He’s so all consuming in this moment, all I can concentrate on is how he fills me to the brim.

He twitches inside of me at that, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothin’ baby, you just can’t be throwing around words like that,” he groans.

“You asked,” I protest.

“I know,” he retorts, kissing me again. After a few moments of sitting there on his lap, I tell him I’m ready to move a little.

“You need help, sweets?” he asks, giving me a knowing look. And I want to say no, that much is probably written on my face. Want to show him that I’m capable of bouncing on his enormous cock, but I sincerely don’t think I am.

“Maybe,” I concede sheepishly.

“That’s okay, baby,” he smiles gently, grabbing me by the hips. He slowly lifts me up his length, and I can feel my walls trying to contract around him as he moves me up, clenching him like a vice. A soft groan leaves his lips whilst various whimpers leave mine.

He keeps this gentle pace, so slow that I can feel every single inch of him slide in and slip out. Slowly the burn from the initial stretch disipates into pure pleasure that leaves me whispering his name every time he bottoms out. But eventually it’s not enough, because the thoughts of his promises creep into my empty mind, his promises of fucking me. Until I cry, until I can only remember his name and nothing else.

“Ben,” I mumble, my head still resting in the crook of his neck as he eases me up and down. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what, pretty girl?”

Jackass. He knows damn well what, I can hear it in his voice. “I don’t want to say it,” I whine. He pulls me back so we’re eye to eye, resting me on his lap.

“I think you’re gonna have to,” he’s grinning ear to ear.

I pout, my hands resting on his chest.

“C’mon baby,” he prods, thumbing my lower lip. I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it. It clearly takes a lot out of him to take his finger out of my mouth, he seems to be turned on by the action.

“Fine. I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, crossing my arms.

“You’re lucky I like you so much. If anyone else were acting this bratty with me I think I’d have to teach them a lesson,” he smirks, the cocky promise clear in his eyes. Before I can retort he slips out of me, and I whine at the emptiness. I don’t like it.

Thankfully I don’t have to wait long because he lays me down, resting over me in a plank just as he was when we were “sparring.”

“Y’trust me?” His thumb comes up to meet my pulse point, his other fingers grazing across the bitten flesh of the juncture of my neck and shoulder, creating the most delicious sting. I nod frantically. “Words, baby.”

“Yes,” I whisper. His presses down barely a fraction harder, and yet it’s already enough to set me off even while being empty.

“I need you to promise me something, gorgeous,” he says, making the most intense eye contact I’ve ever seen from him.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?” His eyes are slightly wide, indicating how important to him this is. It’s easy to say: “Okay,” he has all of my trust. I kiss him for good measure, and we’re back. Fireworks gone off again halfway through as I take initiative to deepen the kiss before he can. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s stronger and so all consuming, and before I know it my mind is blank again. Blank and wanting one thing: him.

He gets up and I whine, not wanting him away from him. “Miss me already? My clingy girl,” he says affectionately, grabbing a pillow and putting it under my hips, kissing my stomach.

Settling above me once again, he lifts my legs up so that my ankles are resting on his shoulders, nearly bending me in half. But I let him, I’ll be as malleable ad he needs me to be if it’ll help him deliver on those promises.

“You sure you want this, sweets? Last chance to back out,” he tells me. I can’t believe he has the audacity to let the thought of me wanting to back out cross his mind. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want him.

“I’m so sure. Fuck me, please,” I tell him. This is the strongest my voice has been this far, and I think he gets the memo.

“As you wish,” he grins, before sheathing himself in me in one go. I scream his name, but the noise is cut off by all air leaving my body as he thrusts into me at a literal superhuman pace. The sounds are ungodly, with every thrust a broken moan and the occasional grunt from him. He finds my g-spot with ease, slamming into it with every thrust ad he pounds me into his mattress.

“You sounds so pretty, maybe we should look into making one of those Internet videos.” I moan at the idea. I didn’t think starring in a porno would be my thing until he and his transatlantic 1950s accent suggested it.

“Yeah, everyone would want a piece of this pussy. But she’s all mine,” those last three words are punctuated with particularly hard, possessive thrusts that leave me gasping his name.

He brings his hand up to my throat once more, and the moment his thumb grazes my pulse point as it did before I realize just how much I want to come. “You like that, huh. Such a good girl,” I clench around him as he presses light pressure to my throat, and even though he’s not even done anything with my clit and it’s been maybe two minutes I’m coming hard and all-consumingly. It washes over me in waves that match Ben’s pace, seemingly getting more intense as he keeps fucking me.

“Oh sweetheart, you look so gorgeous when you make a mess of my dick. I’m hopin’ to see that five more times before the end of the night,” he tells me, but I barely hear him, too engulfed in my pleasure. He somehow adjusts the pillow under me while continuing his incessant pace and his grip on my throat and the new angle has me crying from how good it is.

“Aww, what’s the matter sweets?” he coos, knowing damn well what the matter is. It’s just too good.

“You’re so deep,” I sob, unable to gain my bearings because of how full I feel.

“Don’t I know it,” he groans, going impossibly harder. Eventually he takes his hand from my throat, and I whine, until he brings it down to my clit.

“Make it a good one, beautiful,” he winks with a click of his tongue before skillfully rubbing circles into my sensitive bud.

“Ben, it’s too much-,” I protest, but all it takes is a few more circles and I’m coming undone around him again. I’m both hyperaware of my tears soaking my face and the burn from the position of my legs but also on the verge of unconsciousness with how good it all feels. My legs are quivering around him but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re okay, sweet girl, taking it so well,” he mumbles against my lips, kissing away my tears. I’d never had a lay so good that the guy had to reassure me that I was okay because I was shaking and crying uncontrollably from just how good it was. But then again, prior to tonight, I’d never had a lay with Ben.

He quickly brings me to the edge again, his fingers fast on my clit and his thrusts deeper than ever. When I come I can’t say his name, I can’t say much of anything because my mind is blank. Fuzzy, syrupy, I feel almost soft while the only noises I can make are little whimpers as he just keeps going. And I fucking love it.

“‘m gonna come,” he warns, and I muster enough of my bearings to tell him ‘please.’ He gladly obliges, coming with a loud grunt of my name, bottoming out so far inside me that he may damn well be in my cervix. I can feel it leaking out of me, and even in my fucked out stupor I can remember to moan. It’s the hottest feeling I’ve ever felt. He slowly pulls out then, gently easing my legs down.

I look up at him with questioning eyes, wondering why he doesn’t go for another three like he was planning to.

“Don’t want to break you on the first night, sugar,” he says, sweetly cupping my face in his hands. “I know you don’t feel it right now but you’re gonna be real sore in a couple hours.”

I pout, unsure of how to react to that. My legs are still shaking and while I do feel tired I’m still turned on.

Okay, maybe there’s dull ache.

“Oh, don’t pout. There’s other nights, and I’m gonna take care of you,” he smiles softly.

“Okay,” I whisper, finally regaining enough sense to talk.

He leans down to kiss me, softly this time. I melt into the kiss, and that’s when I realize: I don’t just want Ben. I think the feelings might be deeper. Maybe I… love? him.

But hey. There’s other nights.

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As a bonus, cause I love y’all: if we can get 250 notes on this post by the end of the poll time then I will do a spicy soldier boy fic with whichever of these gets the most votes. If we can somehow get to 400 I’ll do the top two! No kink shaming, okay? 🥹🎀

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[baby-yongbok]

My Savior?

Yandere!Hyunjin x Sadodere!BangChan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, non idol

Warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Jealousy, swearing, Stalking, obsession, mentions of murder, physical abuse (towards reader), threats (towards reader), description of injuries, possessiveness, gaslighting. If any of these tags trigger you than PLEASE do not read or continue with caution! (Sorry if I missed any tags)

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Word Count: 1922

Note: Hyunjin and Third Person POV

Summary: You and Hyunjin go way back. You've know each other since your senior year of university and your friendship meant a lot to eachother, you just didn't know that it still meant a lot to Hyunjin. He values you as more than a friend and your boyfriend Chan is anything but happy about that. Chan plans to let you know just how unhappy he is with you trying to rekindle your friendship with Hyunjin but when things get heated a certain someone is there to 'save the day'.

Hyunjin's POV

There she goes again, switching those fucking hips so hard. She clearly likes the attention it brings her, the men around her breaking their necks to get a better look at her beautiful --

" Hyunjin?" Fuck, she saw me. I was going to try to surprise her.

"Y/n, hey." I've been practicing my surprised face for a moment like this one. It's pretty hard to be 'surprised' to see someone that you see everyday. "What are you doing out here? Don't you live across town?"

"You know I can't resist Ron's coffee, what about you? It's been forever since I've seen you, where have you been?" To answer your question, yes, I do know that you can't resist the coffee here. You've been coming to this cafe every Saturday and Wednesday after yoga class since our senior year of college. I'm honestly surprised that you stuck with Yoga for two whole years. You've always been bad at committing to things.

"Oh, you know, I've been around. Been doing a little bit of everything, a lot of freelancing."

"That sounds great, I know it can be a bit challenging for photographers to make a living out here but you're so talented I know that you'll find a permanent spot soon." She's smiling, so I can't help but to do the same. She's so cute and foolish. I'll never settle at one job, I need to be close to her. I made a promise never to be more than two miles from her at all times just in case--.

"Y/n." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. No, no, no. Not him, what the fuck is he doing here.

"Chan, hey, I thought you'd never show up. This is Hyunjin, we went to Uni together. Hyunjin, this is my boyfriend Chan." Oh, I know who he is, Bang Christopher Chan, twenty-five years old, born October third which makes him a libra. I could go on and on about your cute little scumbag here.

"Nice to meet you." I offer my hand to him and his icy stare meets my burning one. He doesn't budge, you can barely tell that he's breathing. You wanna be a tough guy? Two can play that game.

"Chan" Y/n nudges him in his side and he serves her a disapproving glare. Running my hand through my hair I smile over at y/n.

"It's fine, some people have a hard time containing their jealousy when they're around me."

"Come on, y/n, we'll be late." Late? You don't have anywhere to be. She would've put it in her Google Calendar.

"Uh, right. Well um, Hyunjin it was awesome seeing you. Text me sometime." He grips the back of her neck and guides her past me just as she went in for a hug. I'd be lying if I said it didn't take everything in me not to snatch her from him. She doesn't need someone like him, always so cold towards her. Does he even have a heart? How could you not smile at the sight of her short curly hair, her bright eyes and crooked smile. How could you resist such a ravishing woman? It takes everything in me not to step out of her closet in the mornings and fuck her right over her desk.

Before I could say my goodbye the cafe door closed behind them and Chan looked back at me with a smirk. My jaw clenched at the sight, he thinks he's got her. He thinks he can take her from me, he thinks this is goodbye. It is far from goodbye, it's see you later. Maybe, tonight.

Third person POV

"Why would you tell him to text you later?" The echo of Chan slamming his car keys down on the table in the main hallway echoed through the quiet apartment. Y/n trailed in behind him, annoyance evident in her eyes and tone.

"I told you a thousand times, I was being kind. Hyunjin and I haven't seen each other in a year and a half. We were best friends and I've missed him." That's all she had to say to trigger him, he turned swiftly, caging her body against the hallway wall with his arms on either side of her body. He leaned down to her, inches away from her face and snarled.

"You what?"

"I- I said that.. I missed.. him." A smirk plays upon Chan's lips, it deepens into a smile as he processes what she just had the nerve to tell him.

"You shouldn't say things that you don't mean, Y/n. That makes you a liar and no love of mine is going to be a liar. You do not miss him." A stiff laugh spills from Chan's lips causing y/n to shiver and squeeze her eyes shut. She knew that Chan could get jealous to say the least but he's never come off this… Intense. "Listen, baby, I don't want you talking to him okay? I think that's a simple request and I expect you to follow it. Am I clear?"

The silence that followed Chan's question seemed to worsen the situation almost instantly, slamming his hands against the wall he inches closer to her until they are practically sharing the same breath. "Am I fucking clear, y/n?"

"Yes." Her answer is firm and rushed, it's also a lie. She knew that if Hyunjin were to message her, she'd answer. How could she not? Their friendship goes so far back it would just be rude to ignore him.

"Good, pet." Backing away from her Chan turns his attention towards the living room. "I'm Ordering thai, I'll get your usual "

Y/n stood there, shaken and silent as she watched Chan walk away. Little did she know that Hyunjin had seen the whole thing, it was moments like these that he was thankful for installing those nano-cameras a year ago. It was times like these that Hyunjin was tempted to burst through the front door and save her from him, but he knew he had to wait just a little longer.

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"Who's that?" Y/n's phone chime triggered Chan to speak for the first time in almost two hours. The two had been sitting in the living room in silence flipping through channels until they came across a Criminal Minds marathon. Pressing her home button, y/n checks her phone then shrugs her shoulders seconds after.

"Just an Instagram notification. " Her gaze settles back onto the TV screen but Chan's is fixed on her.

"Are you sure about that?" Y/n's eyes quickly meet Chan's before she averts her gaze to his chest.

"Yes, Chris, I am sure." Her tone, that's what did it. That's what got him started, what caused the corners of his lips to curve into a cynical smile. The violent exhale that followed caused y/n to squirm in her seat a bit, fear bubbling in her stomach.

"I thought I just told you..." Lifting himself and swiftly leaning over y/n like a shadow, Chan grasps the front of her neck and pushes her head back slightly cutting off her air supply. "I don't fucking like liars, and yet, here we are.

The small gasps that y/n managed to let out filled the room along with the noise of a car commercial on the TV. Chan's eyes bore into hers like he was searching for something he hasn't been able to find for years. Like he was waiting for her to look the least bit sorry. Releasing his grip on her neck he swings his arm and the back of his hand sweeps across her cheek harshly causing y/n to shift in her seat. Grabbing a handful of hair he pulls her head back to look him in the eyes and his disturbing yet amused face has shifted to an icy stare.

"How many times am I going to have to telling you the same fucking thing?" His voice was calm yet bitter. "Do I have to beat it into you? Maybe fuck you into submission? Solitary confinement, maybe."

Y/n's heart was beating at nearly a million beats per second but that was nothing compared to Hyunjin's. The sound of Chan's words rang through his head like a church bell. Today was the day that he had to go and save her. Before he knew it he was out of his car and across the street. The sound of y/n whimpering spilled from the cracked window and he used that as his green light. It was almost like he could hear her calling his name in each cry.

Using his copy of the key that he made, Hyunjin busted into the apartment closing the door behind him and rushing to the living to find a half dressed y/n with red marks in a uniform pattern down her back. Her tear littered face turned to look up at him and he felt his heart flutter and sink all at once.

"What the fuck are --" before Chan could finish his sentence Hyunjin had charged at him. Hands balled into fists and ready to fire. Pinning Chan to the ground, Hyunjin had the upper hand for a while. Landing punches in places that were sure to bruise later and remind Chan of this day, this moment.

"What the…" Y/n's voice trailed off into a whisper of silence as she crawled away from the altercation scrambling to her feet. She watched, confused and in pain from the punishment that Chan administered seconds ago.

Chan managed to push Hyunjin off of him and land a strong punch to his nose. The two scrambled to stand and stood across from each other, smirking.

"How fucking dare you touch her like that." All Chan did was chuckle darkly and shake his head slightly.

"I was wondering what it would take for you to come out of hiding." Hyunjin's eyes widened, he knew?

"Now what? Gonna save the day? Take her from me and run away to the land of butterflies and rainbows? " Chan glares at Hyunjin with a cocky grin as he wipes the blood from his nose.

"You don't deserve her, it's me that she needs. I'd never harm her, that's all you seem to know how to fucking do." Chan claps sarcastically causing Hyunjin to snarl aggressively.

"How sweet, but you're missing one key piece…" taking a step closer to Hyunjin, Chan sticks his hands in his pockets. "I'm not letting her go. She's mine, she belongs to me. I won her before you did and I don't plan on letting her go anytime--"

"I'll take her from you, I know her better. I can love her better than you ever imagined you could. " Turning around to face a frightened y/n, Hyunjin smiles. "Baby, let me finally take care of you… I've been here everyday since senior year waiting for you."

"W- what do you mean everyday? You've been.. in my house?" Y/n's visible trembling breaks Hyunjin's heart but he's too far past his capacity of emotional vulnerability to aid her at the moment.

"Of course, Darling, I've been here all along. Watching you sleep, eat, and get hurt by this monster. Now is finally my chance to protect you from him. I'll do whatever I have to do to get you away from him."

"Kill me, that's what you'd have to do. And even then I'd find a way." Hyunjin and Chan stare at each other almost as if it's a game and y/n is the prize.

"Murder, eh? I can do that."

[sehodreams]

thoughts on dark rich riize buying reader in a human trafficking black market. the reader legally belongs to the buyer.

Damn I like the concept, these are the ones who came to my mind (sorry for the others I couldn't imagine)

Lol not me searching "how do a black market look like? for writing purposes not for illegal purchases" to understand how it worked HAHAHAAHAAHAHA

TW and tags: smut, oral sex (m receiving), dubcon, noncon, slapping, overstimulation, hints of sadism, dom!riize, I can't remember how all the nasty stuff here is called so if someone told me I'd be grateful 🤣

Eunseok

He'd be warm, like, you felt scared to be there, but he'd always talk to you softly, telling you how much he enjoyed your company, your presence, and how beautiful you looked with his gifts.

He'd buy you everything that reminded him of you, his little doll.

He'd be just so nice, soft touches and multiple kisses in day light, but when the night came, you were scared of who would you with that night, would it be your soft owner? Or the other guy? The guy who slapped your face and left hand marks on your neck, or that would sometimes go crazy and let candles drip over your back when he fucked you from behind.

You could never predict what would happen, and he would always repeat the same thing "my doll", because he had to make sure you understood that, you just were his pretty, warm and soft doll.

Wonbin

Wonbin always looked so sweet, he gave the prettiest smiles when he was on those video conferences for work, and you saw him being so kind to others, so why couldn't he be that nice to you?

You'd watch him from your cage, always in front of him, to be comforted with your presence and on his watch to know your every move. You had tried to escape three times, and those were already too many times for him to ever trust you again, so your punishment was to always be behind those bars the time he decided.

He'd let you roam around mostly at night, when he felt like having you even closer, his chest on your back while playing with your little bud, fucking you over the same table you had dinner, or making you suck him after you had your daily bath.

Now, he was pushing the vibrator to your dripping cunt, making you cum until you cried and made a mess over his expensive couch after you told him you wanted to leave after he asked you what would you like for your first month anniversary there.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" you'd repeat, crying of overstimulation after your third orgasm.

"I don't think you're sorry enough" he'd smile, whispering to your ear, to then leave pecks over all over your neck. "You need to learn that you're not a guest here, you're my property, so you better get used to your new life"

Anton

You had no family and no friends, so you were the perfect target for the people that took you from your little apartment in the middle of the night, no one asked for you, your coworkers quickly forgot about your existence and then you just... Disappeared. So, when he bought you, you didn't put much fight, tired of your old life, maybe that would be the best, you thought.

There, with him, at least you had a much nicer home, a hot meal every day and what you always wanted, a person to depend on. So, what if he made you wear a collar with his name all the time? And what if you had to wait for him to feed you because if not he'd get angry? You didn't want to make him angry, you wanted to always see that pretty smile telling you how good you were, "such a good girl" he'd say every time you let him take off the little clothes he let you wear, putting his dick inside you when you watched his favorite programs, or when he was playing those silly games that made him insanely rich.

And sometimes he was more than nice, like when he took you shopping in the middle of the night to those stores you couldn't afford in your old life with your disgusting minimum wage, buying you all the food and clothes you'd ever want and need.

And what if those nights he made you walk with a leash? You'd do it all again if you could always be with him.

Shotaro

He was so nice most of the time, buying you expensive dinners, letting you cuddle beside him, making sure you had everything you'd ever need, you ended appreciating him.

It was hard at first, to get used to that lifestyle, not being able to leave the apartment, to lose all contact with your family and friends, even to endure his touches, but you had to get used to it, he was clear when you arrived, the only thing he expected from you was to look pretty, not talk and welcome him with open legs every time he needed.

When you refused at first you had it bad, he'd starve you, talk to you coldly and take you with force, but when you learned how to be the little angel he needed, everything got better, his hands wouldn't furiously touch you anymore, instead he'd caress you with them, touching the little place that got addicted to his attentions, and who needed to talk? now all you needed inside your mouth was his cock when he came after a long day of work, to thank him for everything he did for you

[solar-wing]

☀️ Omegaverse: Alpha & Omega Biology ☀️

Hi guys!

I wanted to make this post because I expected that I would need to explain this topic and my reasoning behind it at some point. Many of you have read my Omegaverse fics and have probably guessed correctly that it's my favorite AU or trope to write about.

But, I'm sure many of you have been slightly put off or dissuaded by my tendency to describe the Omega Male Reader with a cunt, wet heat or core, and their Alpha sucking on a 'nub' or playing with a cocklette. I totally get it.

I am a male author who writes for male readers, cis and trans alike. But, I am also someone who in my years has grown to detest labels and gender roles and the silent rules they put on us.

This is why I set up my version of Omegaverse and A/B/O Dynamics on the basis that Omegas have vaginal genitals and Alphas have phallus genitals, regardless of gender. In my eyes, it helps to create a more imaginable and realistic explanation of male pregnancy and pregnancy between two women, which I hope gives inspiration to wlw authors, even though I already know I'm not the first person to use this idea. Not even close.

Also, I just like the chaoticness of it all.

But, I know it can be jarring or off-putting for male readers who may not want to think of their themselves as the readers having a cunt or a pleasure nub. Which, also let me explain that.

Since I write for male readers, and I'm sure some may have an aversion to the terms vagina, pussy, folds, clit, etc., I do my best to steer away from using those words as much as possible. I know 'cunt' is probably not the next best thing but if anyone has suggestions, I'm more than open to hearing them!

But, I also detail the use of cocklettes and twats which may be a little confusing (and weird) to imagine or think about, but it's fiction. We all have weird fantasies, thoughts, ideas, etc.

The cocklette is the male omega's version of a penis. This tiny and often defective organ typically serves no purpose but as a bundle of nerves/pleasure spot for Omegas. A male equivalent of a clit.

Let me be clear; I am a cis-gendered male author. But, as I said, I write for male readers, ALL male readers. Cis, trans, and those are non-binary alike. This is why I typically don't put non-binary or trans in my tags because I'm keeping the reader as a character as ambiguous and open as possible.

The most I put in the tags regarding identity or label is gay so that it reaches more of the audience I want it to reach. That's it.

Also, I'm sure it doesn't help that I mainly write from a submissive point of view. I'm biased toward bottom/sub-male readers, I admit it. And I know there's a growing demand for top/dominant male reader content, but I'm sorry, that is just not my cup of tea.

But, if you don't want to read about yourself having vaginal parts and a cocklette, that is more than okay. That's why I always put a disclaimer in the warnings section of my author's notes if a fic is Omegaverse and include a link to my headcanons. I'm letting you know from jump what's in the fic you're about to read and giving you more than enough opportunity to turn away.

I do write smut that's not Omegaverse as well, plus I have many fics with no smut at all that keep things clean and open for my male readers to imagine themselves in.

This is not shade or me throwing shots at anyone who felt uncomfortable or surprised by it. It's completely valid, and I understand. But, I give plenty of warning and opportunity so there isn't any confusion.

You will likely never see me write an explicit trans male character since that's not part of my identity and I'd rather give that opportunity and shine to the authors who are of that identity. I just write what I like to write, or better yet, what I myself like to read.

The only thing that doesn't change is that my characters, reader or original, are and will always be MALE characters. Even if my Omegaverse characters have vaginal parts and their nipples leak more milk than a pregnant cow, they are MALE characters. Not female. They are boys, men, fathers, sons, brothers, uncles, nephews, boyfriends, husbands, misters, kings, princes, dukes, barons, cowboys, bachelors, fucking dudes, and every other word related in the dictionary. Again, no shade to any female reader I have, but yall know what it is to.

I hope this doesn't discourage anyone and that everyone receives it as I intended it. If you like my fics, please engage more with them and tell me the things you like and want to see more of! If you want more regular smut and less Omegaverse smut, I'm more than happy to comply, just please check my rules first!

Thank you!

[malk1ns]

hi, i’m pretty new to hrpf. i’ve seen a lot of rule 63 fics within the fandom - at least, a lot more in comparison to some of the other fandoms that i’ve been in. i was curious why people in the hrpf fandom like rule 63? i’m not as familiar with it 😅 thanks!

this is an interesting question! i haven't really looked to see if proportionally there are more rule63 fics here than in other fandoms, and i am by no means an expert—although i don't think anyone can claim to be an expert on why other people write what they write—but i thought about this all morning and i have a few theories!

for me at least (although i haven't written rule63 yet myself), writing fic is a lot about putting these guys in Scenarios. we have a pretty good idea of what they're (publicly) like, and i think RPF as a whole tends to focus more on 'how do the people in the story react' as opposed to 'how can the world of the story be built out'—because these are real people we're writing about (kind of...), to me at least it's more interesting to say, ok i 'know' sid and geno (or at least the way i like to write sid and geno when i'm not doing a specific characterization), what would my sid and my geno do if they were in scenario x, or if situation y happened to them. it's almost reactive, you know? less about let's build a story and plop these more static characters from fiction into them, more about how can i continue to evolve these real dudes who we've seen evolve over the years based on the situation i invented for them. i might be alone in that but the more i thought about this while i was vacuuming today the more it made sense to me, even though i don't think this is consciously how i was writing—i do think this is how i approach THIS fandom vs others i've been in.

so, rule63 is sort of....we know sid, we know geno. what if one of them was a girl? and it's such an INTERESTING scenario to put them in, because we know them basically exclusively in the context of the NHL, and the NHL is all men. so what is that like for a woman to be introduced into the ecosystem, especially at the stature sid and geno are? how does that change their reputation, their day-to-day, the way they interact with their friends and teammates and the media and the fans? we have SO much source material of how they are to build off, so tweaking gender is just another way we can put those guys in situations and extrapolate on what would happen.

does this make any sense at all? idk when i think about the girl sid fic idea i have a LOT of it is going to be about how is sid perceived and how does she move in this world that's all men except her, and how does that affect her. and i think when i put that together with what i was ruminating on this morning, it all sort of dovetails and makes sense. you know?

i'd be curious to see what other authors think about this though, both about how RPF is a little different from other fandoms and also rule63 within the hockey RPF space! hope y'all don't mind if i tag you and please don't feel obligated but if you do have thoughts i'd love to hear them...@beggingwolf @plethoriall @yabagofmilfs @cuprun @ellen-shame @al-the-remix @ticklefighthockey @puckluckie @cascara-soda this is by no means an exhaustive list please chime in if you see this and feel so inclined!

also let's not forget that sometimes you want to write idfic and sex and have you seen sid and geno's mouths i just know that they'd know how to use them on each other in the fictional world i build up. sometimes, as freud probably never actually said, a cigar is just a cigar. so to speak.

[frickingnerd]

nothing can come between us

pairing: pyra x gn!reader

summary: you're a troublemaker who never cared much about other people. that is until you meet pyra, who becomes the only person that matters to you…

tags: high school au, good girl x bad boy/girl, troublemaker!reader, pyra being harassed/bullied, protective!reader, mentions of nia

a/n: honestly, i'd love to write more modern au stuff for xenoblade!

“you shouldn't have done that…”

pyra and you were on the rooftop of the school building. this place was off limits, but it's not like you really cared about breaking a few rules here and there. you had done far worse than trespass today, so sneaking onto the roof with pyra was nothing compared to that.

“are you listening to me?”

you had been staring off into the distance, thinking about what had transpired earlier today, when pyra's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. she glared at you, trying to look all serious. but that little pout on her face was too adorable to take her seriously.

“you're cute when you're angry at me” you grinned and leaned back against the wall, slumping down onto the ground, as your eyes remained on pyra, who soon knelt down next to you.

“i'm not– i'm not angry at you.” pyra stated calmly, after losing her cool for a second. “well… maybe a little bit. but i have every right to be, after you keep putting yourself in danger…”

“psshh” you huffed, waving your hand dismissively. “that wasn't danger. now the things i usually do after school, that's danger–”

“that's not funny” pyra pouted, pinching your cheek softly and causing you to wince. “you've gotten into a fight again and it wasn't even your first one this week. one of these days, you won't come out as the winner and…”

pyra drifted off, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes as she thought about you getting hurt. she really was too kind, worrying about others like that. it made you sigh softly, before you ruffled through her hair a bit, startling the girl.

“you're too nice, worrying about me like that. i'll be fine, alright? you really care too much, you know…” you huffed amused, trying to act all cool.

“you're the nice one, not me.” pyra suddenly states, catching you a bit off guard. “you've got into a fight with those guys because of me, right? because… of what they said about me.”

her voice was quiet and she didn't dare repeat the things those boys had said about her.

ever since pyra started spending more time with you, people's perception of her had changed. she was a model student, a typical good girl and someone who everyone thought highly of. but since she became your friend, people spread rumors about her, just like they had done with you. only that the rumors about you held some truth, as you really were a troublemaker. but pyra wasn't anything like that!

“pyra…”

“nia told me. she told me about what they said and that you only started to fight with them to defend me. there's no point denying it…”

you sighed softly. of course, nia would have to run her mouth like that. you didn't want pyra to know about any of this, but it seems like it was too late.

“i'm not apologizing for keeping you safe or defending you, alright? anyone who dares to speak about you like that deserves a beating!” you eventually huffed.

“i appreciate that you look out for me, but…”

“no ‘but’s!” you shook your head and took pyra's hand, looking deep into her eyes. “as long as there are people talking badly about you, i'll have to defend you, got it? i'm not going to let anyone treat you like that…”

[the-radio-demon-blog]

Hello hello, its me again! *gives a small grin*

Thank you for sharing a bit of insight into your childhood pastimes with me. It was really intriguing!

I used to enjoy tag as well, though I am not very good at card games, minus go fish and possibly old maid. I can play uno though. I don't think I have the best poker face myself. Surprisingly enough, though, I am exceptional at liar's dice. It's a social game of deception and strategy were people make bids and call bluffs on other players while attempting to avoid losing their own dice, so to speak. Its quite fun, I recommend it!

However, math isn't a strong suit of mine, nor is figuring out the probability of things; but some how I have a weird sort of luck with that game in particular. I believe I even made an acquaintance of mine nearly loose his mind in trying to figure out how I was able to guess correctly almost every single time without an ounce of thought put into my strategy haha.

*clears throat and shuffles in place, holding both hands behind her. It's obvious she's holding something*

In any case, that's not the only reason I'm back. I wanted to give you a surprise. You seem the type to appreciate those, I'm assuming.

*glances over into the lobby at all of the flower arrangements present gifted from previous guests*

But I think I'm a little late to the party with the surprise I have for you, haha. Well, great minds think alike I suppose. Anyways, the suspense is probably killing you, so here you go!

*Presents a bouquet of magnolias and violet Louisiana Irises in a sizable vase with a soft, shy smile*

Everyone deserves to at least get a bouquet of their favorite flowers every now and then. Its a token of my respect for you, my appreciation for your time and just to say I'm a fan of your work and radio show.

Also, if you guys need any help around the hotel, I don't mind volunteering! Though I'm not the best at fighting for security purposes, I am quite good at listening if someone needs to express troubling emotions and the like. I am also somewhat of an artist and can help make pamphlets and such for the classes and activities the Princess is providing, if you think that would be beneficial to anyone...

*Sheepishly laughs*

Though, I suppose you would need to discuss such an arrangement with the princess first. In any case, if you think my assistance would be necessary or profitable, I am willing to lend a helping hand wherever it is needed.

"Ah, of course, my dear! I am happy that you found my childhood pastimes intriguing!"

"Hmm...that's quite a curious skill? Terrible at poker yet good at liar's dice? How fascinating! Ah, yes, I have played old maid in my time at the bars. You should truly take up card playing, my dear! It is quite fun!"

"Well, fate and luck works in mysterious ways, darling! That's what keeps life fun, hm? I must also admit my strategies can be erratic. I like to be unpredictable. Once you fall into a pattern, your opponents can exploit it."

Alastor gives you a curious look and tries to discreetly peer behind you.

"Oh my goodness! Thank you, dear!" Alastor takes the flowers eagerly into his hands and sniffs their wonderous scent. He lets out a good humored laugh. "I never thought I'd ever get to smell them again! Hah! As strange as that sounds! It is always nice to meet a fan of my work!"

"Yes, of course I would have to discuss such things with the princess." Alastor tilts his head and grins at her. "That's quite alright that you aren't exactly prowess, not everyone is built to be. However..." Alastor taps his chin. "...the Princess has been organizing this...hmm...this odd "therapy" activity. Perhaps you could help her with that?"

Alastsor sets the vase on the coffee table, taking good care to arrange them in a pleasing position. Then he turns back to her and offers her an arm. "If you would follow me, I can take you to the princess herself if you'd like!"

[ominous-feychild]

✦ Writer Questionnaire 2 ✦

Thanks for the tag, @the-golden-comet! (And @the-letterbox-archives tagging me when I was almost done here, haha)

Heads-up! Long post!

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

Two months ago to the date actually??? Or, at least, that's when I first uploaded a story here. My first actual Writeblr post was me hopping in on an open tag on the 6th of June, haha. I thought it was just a month, but looks like the summer's gone by in a flash! 😭

What led you to create it?

So, I'm a writer on Tapas! I'd been attempting to social network on other social medias (twitter and bluesky) but wasn't getting anywhere, didn't like the general formats, and uh... I'm sure I don't have to explain why I don't want to touch Twitter with a 10-foot-pole anymore. Let's just say, if you haven't seen, it's just as bad as (if not worse than) everyone says. Anyhow, I'd seen lots of Tumblr short stories on other platforms and started investigating what it's like here. Didn't know what "Writeblr" was or that it even existed, but eventually stumbled into the field after posting my short story. Thanks, @darkandstormydolls! ❤️

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

How supportive everyone is??? Like omg you guys are so sweet, idk how to take it. Also I love seeing how much passion everyone else has for their writing, haha.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Uhhhh, I think I'm pretty open about the things I'd like people to know about me, haha. I never mean to offend, so if I accidentally say something wrong, please tell me! I'm autistic and very dumb.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

I'm ngl I keep meaning to build out my followed tags for my fandoms, haha. The only fandoms I really see things for are TMAGP (10/10, TMA is my obsession. I am obsessed. It is one of my Special Interests and I love it with all my heart) and House of the Dragon??? Except I'm not even a fan of HotD??? So that's kinda annoying, haha. (Aka, my fandom stuff, but that's on me.)

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Rising From the Ashes, tragically. (Because it's one of the LAST things I should be working on right now, haha.) Otherwise, I'm of course always obsessed with the Arcane Rifts. Then I force myself to be obsessed with Sun and Shadow, though it's slowly growing on me, haha.

How long have you been working on them?

Haha, so I've historically jumped around a lot in working on different things, so these are approximate guesstimations!

Rising From the Ashes has likely had 3 or 4 years put into it/the characters. If you include the Calamity Crew (which overlaps with it in the timeline and originally ended up merging with the cast of RFtA), I'd say definitely 4 years!

The Arcane Rifts has had 5 years put into it.

Sun and Shadow is very new; I'd say it probably only has about 4 months of work in it? It's part of why I'm less interested in it, haha. Less I've put into it and less I'm attached to.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Oh... oh dear. How could you ask me this??? 😭😭😭

Rising From the Ashes has existed since, I think, 2016. It started (tragically) as an RP starter on Google+. I wish I was kidding.

To those unaware of how it worked in that space (and likely similar ones to this day), you'd post a starter and people would join in with their own characters. 99% of the time, they'd drop out before long. However, I'd work out details of the characters in the process and carry that info over into the worldbuilding. I eventually stopped RPing with the masses and settled down with a single "partner" who I'll call Kris.

She's the one who stole my docs.

The Arcane Rifts technically originated as another RP starter? It never got attention, though, and instead my ideas for it simply carried over into the worldbuilding in general.

One of the characters of the original starter was important in the worldbuilding. It was not a character you see in the early books of tAR, though, so don't bother trying to figure it out. But, since he was so important, his origins were also important.

The Arcane Rifts started in 2019, as I wanted to make a story building out said character's origins. It was originally going to be a duology, the first book being Gene's backstory and the second being how Gene and The Other Guy's lives intertwined. (No, they were not gay for each other! 😂) It's since changed a lot, and focuses basically exclusively on Gene, haha. The last book in the series will probably be focused on the other character, though!

Sun and Shadow started for a romance novel competition on Tapas which has since ended. I didn't get to finish it in time for a lot of reasons, but I primarily cite stress and exhaustion from working full time at a physically-intensive job. It grew shockingly quickly and I had some fans donate to me related to it, so I'm kinda forced to work on it, haha. Dw--I like it! It's just harder to work on for a number of reasons, haha.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Tragic, the questions you're asking me--

It depends, haha. I'm autistic and hyperfixate a lot. Also, for one, that's a suuuuuper vague question??? Like what do you mean "how much time"--how much time within the day? How often in general? Idk, man, haha.

I think about the Arcane Rifts a LOT!

I've put an incredible amount of time and effort into it, and I'm in love with 90% of the characters there. Even the background characters have had a lot of work put into them, getting relatively fleshed-out backstories to make their motives understandable (even if not agreeable!), and I love them all so much, haha.

Except Katerina. She's a bitch.

I also think about Rising From the Ashes a good amount, and it's invaded my brain again lately, haha.

I took a step away from RFtA and basically all of my other stories late 2021 when Kris (my ex-writing partner) and I had a falling out. It was incredibly difficult for me emotionally to look at anything I worked with her on, and obviously RFtA was a huge one (actually, tAR was the only thing of my early works she had nothing to do with). Since early this year, I've finally been able to work on it again and it's been incredibly fun removing her stuff, actually!

I think all that is a good part of why I keep randomly getting obsessed with it again, haha. It's like looking at old friends (the characters, not Kris) and being all "omg??? I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN FOREVER??? PLEASE TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE BEEN UP TO!!!" except it's removing Kris's stuff, haha.

I think about Sun and Shadow a lot more than you might expect with how much I talk about not preferring it, haha. I love the characters! Crow and, actually, Valyarus especially. They're both super interesting characters, and I'll randomly find my brain working out scenes between characters interacting with them.

(The problem with SaS is that, as a book, it's incredibly different from my usual works. It's a small cast of Frey/Crow and technically Daleira, while most of my stories focus on larger casts. It makes for a VERY different experience, and so it's a lot harder to work on)

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Actually, I've got a ready answer for this one! Until SaS, I was dedicating my time to the Arcane Rifts and had prepared the answer:

Percy Jackson meets Lord of the Rings in a steampunk fantasy world full of ✨mysteries waiting to be uncovered✨

(I'd say the "mysteries waiting to be uncovered" part ironically/accidentally mockingly most of the time, whoops, haha. I always feel awkward advertising my works.)

It was awkward when people would get actually interested in it from there and ask more questions, haha.

To clarify: that's my tagline for the Arcane Rifts! The story has gods and demigods messing with mortals, using them as their playthings and being REALLY immature babies because they don't really face consequences for their actions like PJ. Then, it's a lot more "grounded yet fantastical" like LotR, where magic is kinda infused with reality and yet you still have issues like starving to death and whatnot.

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

UHHHH THERE'S A LOT TO LIST???

Try this for a taste! These are just the guys I've gotten colors for!

Freya, Crow, Daleira, Valyarus, Grimnir, Soren, Gene, Tazin, Mislav, Adilzhan, Ludmila, Rada, Caspar, Nikolai, Gennadi, Oska, Rieka, Liesel, Carmin, Nora, Sammy, Kieva, Caron, Varik, Elazi, Riaan, Roman, and Tiberius! (Though Tib is getting a name change sooner or later)

Who’s the most unhinged?

Unhinged in which way? There's a lot of options there, haha.

I'm going to give honorary mentions to Valyarus, Gene in the later books, Tazin, Rieka, Gennadi, and Tiberius ! (Why does it not surprise me that most unhinged characters are from tAR? 🤣 Also I swear it's a coincidence most of the unhinged characters are red.)

(... Probably.)

In general, I'd say that, incredibly ironically, the Existence of Order is the most unhinged of all my characters. She's just incredible at hiding it.

(Tbf half of the Existentials probably belong on the "unhinged" list anyway but eh. They still don't compare to Order!)

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

I'm going to give this as a tie between Gene and Sammy!

Gene has my 'tisms and just about all of my trauma, so we have a lot in common, whoops, haha. Also there's a... very specific detail about his character that makes him easier to write in general. It's just a major spoiler. 👀

Similarly and actually identically to Gene in some ways, while Sammy has a lot in common with me, he's also incredibly perceptive! (Although we don't share that fact.)

Due to the way I write, their analytical natures allow for them to spit straight facts about the worldbuilding and the people around them rather than beating around the bush, haha. Both are highly investigative, try to learn and understand everything around them, and notice small details other characters wouldn't! It makes it much easier for me to write, because uh... well here's an example of what my outlines look like.

Long story short: I include a lot of detail which I then transfer into the POV's character narration, cutting out details which they wouldn't notice or think about, haha. In Sammy's case (which that scene has Sammy as the narrator/POV character), very little information gets cut out because he's so perceptive!

(Here, as a treat--have another example!)

(In this scene, Nikolai is the narrator. Even the outline gets "filtered" to mirror the characters' way of thinking--like it's Nikolai himself seeing Caspar as "doll-like". The crossed-out stuff is details I most likely won't mention, but noted for myself, haha. I do the same thing if/when including details about the motives and thoughts of non-narrator characters.)

Do you ever cringe at them?

Gene and Sammy?

A B S O L U T E L Y .

Gene is a wreck in basically every way and desperately needs help (that he won't get until he meets Dimitry). As much as I love him, there's a lot of moments where you just can't help but wince and be all "shit, did you REALLY have to do/say that?"

Sammy on the other hand? He's a terrified, control freak manipulator who panics the moment he feels like he's losing control of a situation. It can be painful to watch, even if simultaneously fascinating.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

I explicitly go out of my way to add backstory to and develop each and every one of my characters until they "write themselves", haha.

I want my characters to feel like real people, so I do my absolute best to make them as real as possible. (That's part of why tAR is so massive...)

Special shoutout to Dimitry here, btw. Dude COMPLETELY screwed over the planned and intended from the earliest days path of the Arcane Rifts. I've mentioned before that Gene is villain-coded, yeah? Want to know why?

Because he was MEANT to be one! Then Dimitry had to come along, be the sweetest, nicest fucking person around to Gene while he was going through the worst part of his life, and keep Gene from slipping off the deep end!

MITRY, YOU PIECE OF--

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

I absolutely love, love, love!!! people asking questions about my characters!!! 🥰

I would absolutely prefer them as Asks sent to me, and especially would prefer if separate subjects/questions were sent in separate Asks! Like, say you were going to ask me about Gene and Dimitry. I'd rather two separate Asks, one asking for whatever you wanted to know about Gene and another for whatever you wanted to know about Dimitry, haha. However, if you wanted to ask a single question about both, that obviously is fine as a single Ask!

On writeblr engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I definitely scope out before I follow, yes.

I choose based primarily on the personality of the person behind the blog, but the WIPs/vibes can also have an influence on my decision, haha. I'd rather follow people with kind/supportive personalities, and I'll eventually start liking their stories even if they're not initially my thing!

What makes you decide against following?

Bigotry. Moment I see it, I'm on the lookout for even the slightest hint of more and, if I see it, I'm OUT!

(That includes things like: homophobia, transphobia, TERFs, ableism, racism, xenophobia, etc.)

Also, while I include angst in my stories, the people who are big on "I have nothing but bad stuff in my writing and I'm proud" are, uh... not on my "follow" list. While they can write what they want and enjoy it, grimdark is not my thing. Angst is best in moderation and I very purposely control the amount of it in my life.

(Also Kris's--my ex writing partner's--obsession with "grimdark-ness" is a good part of why I'm so ecstatic to remove her stuff from my writing. Yes, I've tried it. For years. I hated it. Please and thank you. Also note that I proudly call myself an evil writer, so it's not like I don't love angst, it's just--moderation. Seriously.)

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Yes! I think a good 50-30% of my interactions are with non-moots, haha. I go out of my way to try to support my moots, but I'll definitely share support with anything that catches my attention, no matter who it's from!

To be fair, though, I think a majority of non-moots I interact with are on my mental "probably going to follow soon" list. I can be slow to make decisions, haha. It doesn't help that I try being active with my moots, so I'm trying to avoid growing that list too quickly!

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Haha, depends what you mean by that? My brain is definitely too full of my own characters to have any space for anyone else's, but I definitely do think of others' characters at times! There's plenty of y'alls characters I really like, haha.

Just... omg, my hyperfixated AuDHD brain refuses to focus on anything except for the Hyperfixation of the Moment™.

This was a huge one! Hopefully I'm not screaming into the void with this one, or you guys enjoy finding out more about me and my WIPs.

If you're curious about the reason this is labeled Writer Questionnaire 2... well guess what!

Tagging (gently! This is a lot, haha): @honeybewrites @yourpenpaldee @paeliae-occasionally @mysticstarlightduck @illarian-rambling @.darkandstormydolls (tagged you earlier in the post haha) + open tags!

Divider from @cafekitsune!

[jojissalsa]

here are some wips i'm desperately trying to finish! (if you're curious ;P)

✔️ + a link = a finished WIP!

also if you wanna be tagged in any of these when they come out, please let me know by commenting, sending an ask or dming me :) i'd be happy to! <3

✞ Vendetta Leon:

‪‪❤︎‬ Pretty When I Cry:

☆ summary: you find out leon cheated on you with ada, and with that comes denying him of any kinds of affection. until he takes matters into his own hands, leon knows how to fix his pretty girl ;)

You couldn't believe it when you found out, you knew Leon could get distant. But finding that stupid fucking teddy bear keychain that woman gave him was enough to start a fight between you two, let alone the date offer tucked inside. How sweet. You thought that was it, when it initially happened. A quick spat when you found it a couple days after he came home from that horrid mission, and then some makeup sex. God, you wished that was all it was. All it amounted to. That was until you saw the keychain again, for some odd reason. Even more odd when curiosity got the better of you, and you unzipped it again. Empty.

‪‪❤︎‬ ✔️ And if you were my little girl:

☆ summary: you've never been close to your dad on a surface level way, or even in a deep way. but after he finds out some of your illicit activities, you guys share your deep, twisted ways <3

Leon’s been single for a while, and ugly girls like you have been ugly for a while. And he looks at you like an ugly girl. Tells you not to get tattoos, shit like that. Like it's still the 50s. Probably because that's the only time he could get pussy. That's why he treats you like shit, and why you and him are addicted to sex. It's all you do ever since you turned 18. And you clean up nice enough. But deep down you're still an ugly girl. What's that saying? Lipstick on a pig. That's really who you are.

❤︎ Anything you Like:

☆ summary: you're excited to meet your new stepdad, and he seems like a great guy. unlike you, who definitely has some issues. good thing leon has a fix for that ;)

Your mom finally got a new man. You're pretty happy about it, really because she is. You're not excited in the slightest to actually meet the guy, just because your mom is happy doesn't mean the guy isn't as bad as your dad. She didn't really learn her lesson after him, sure, she was smart enough to get a divorce, condemn him for all the shit he put you two through. but the damage was already done, honestly. At least the daddy issues make you cute? They don't. They make you so fucking depraved, and in a way it kinda concerns you. The porn you look at, the guys you fuck, you know it's probably some deep seated issues, but it doesn't make any of it less hot.

✿ Death Island Leon:

❤︎ Give you the world:

☆ summary: leon works way too hard, and of course the years of trauma still cause those pesky nightmares. thank god you're there for him, and you don't mind it at all.

“You don’t need to tell me, you know I just wanna help.” You sigh, your hand making lazy circles on his toned stomach. “You go through so much, too much if I’m being honest.” Leon chuckles, a pink hue starting to dust his cheeks. “Hey! I’m being serious. If it were up to me, I’d give you the whole world. You really deserve it, Leon..” You prop yourself up on your elbows, a puppy love look in your eyes that you know looks only a tad obsessive. Leon doesn’t answer for a moment, just letting his wide smile speak his mind as his hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. You sigh and nuzzle your cheek against his palm, your hand slowly making its way to the waistband of his sweats. “Can I? Wanna take your mind off it.” You murmur against his palm, that sweet look in your eyes making him blush even harder.

❤︎ Lipstick Stains:

☆ summary: it was small at first, but it's always the small things with leon. they always drive him crazy, eating away at the sane part of his brain and just making him wanna be around you all the time. maybe it's a side effect of marriage?

He was fine seeing it at first, seeing the smudges of your lipstick on the glasses that he’d clean in the sink or throwing away napkins colored the same rouge in certain spots. He’d just ignore the chill that’d run down his spine when the thought of that same rouge being trailed across his neck would pass. It's just lipstick, is he a teenager?

❆ Re4 Remake Leon:

❤︎ A Girl can Dream (Part 1)

☆ summary: you work closely with ada wong, and leon knows a thing or two about mercenaries. they love to cause trouble.

Leon knew you looked familiar, from the moment he saw you in line at boarding to the second you sat next to him. He also knew you could both feel something. Physical attraction? Nah, he would never get close to another woman like Ada, too many secrets. You on the other hand? You were dying at the chance to run into his arms like a giggling teenage girl, looking at the window as you absentmindedly twirl your hair on your finger. You really don’t wanna pay him much more attention, partly because he’s insanely distracting, mainly because you know he would reject you in a heartbeat. No way a guy like him is single, right? A girl can dream.

𖦹 Re2 Remake Leon:

❤︎ All Mine:

☆ summary: leon's affection has always been nice. but he also has the power to deprive you of it entirely. and when that happens, you can't help but go insane.

You don’t even know what really drives this affinity you have for him, sure, he is definitely a looker. No debate about that. You’d run in front of incoming traffic just to be near him. But why? He’s nice, funny, drives a nice car, you both have a lot in common. But there really is something about Leon Kennedy, that puppy faced freak, that really fucks with your brain chemistry. The way he touches you, it’s confident yet tender. Well, it was at first. It had that tinge of gentleness, like you were a gorgeous porcelain doll that deserved so much care, but he could be rough with you in the most enticing way possible. He would choke you ever so slightly just so he could kiss you deeper, feel your tongue against his, like he needed to remind you of who makes you shudder like that. It was addicting, having that kind of affection that made your brain all syrupy and nonfunctioning.

☁︎ Infinite Darkness Leon:

❤︎ Dangerous Game (Part 2):

☆ summary: now that you're settled in, it's your turn to babysit leon. and you're making it much more difficult to focus when you talk like that.

Suddenly you're getting an incoming call from Leon, and you're kicking yourself when you feel your face heat up. “Hey there, Agent Kennedy. Need anything from me?” There you go again, still not using his name. Such a tease. He tries not to roll his eyes when he notices your smug smirk already.

❤︎ A Girl can Dream (Part 2):

☆ summary: ada has taught you so well, you know when to give up and help leon out when he needs it. that doesn't mean you shouldn't get a reward for it though, right?

You repress a yelp as he pushes you against the desk, his face barely illuminated from the glow of the chandelier in the hallway. "Enough with the teasing," You nearly shiver at how stern he sounds, but you've always been good at poker faces. "I've got a job to do, and it'd be wonderful if you'd shut your mouth and help me out here." Leon's voice is hot against your neck, his large hands gripping your hips, keeping you against him. "And what do I get out of that? You gotta make it worth my time, Kennedy,"

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ please be patient with me as i finish these! life has been a rollercoaster lately, but making fanfics and writing about leon will always be a passion of mine, so it's not going anywhere anytime soon!

[dsireland86]

The Things We Could Never Change

Chapter 2 Part 2

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The Day after... it's not always terrible.

Noah:

I woke up, flat on my back, head off the pillow, but the blanket over top of me. As my vision cleared, Sophie was nowhere to be seen. My heart started pounding, thinking maybe she regretted last night; the things we did, the things I said. Was it all too much and she felt pressured or overwhelmed? My head was starting to panic. I ran my hands over my face, trying to convince myself everything was okay, but it didn't help. I sat up, looking around for my shirt only to remember that I'd used it on Sophie, making me remember the corner I threw it in; it was still there.

A big smile swept over my face. Looking over at the desk, still disheveled from Sophie's beautiful body sprawled out all over it, I crawled over to it and opened the right side drawer. Her black panties were still there, right where I'd put them. "Good girl," I thought to myself, grinning. I sat back against the couch, remembering the way she tasted, and the way she felt the moment I entered her for the first time. Her tightness hugged me so well, and her wetness made it so easy for me to slide in and out, that just thinking about it was making me hard. I ran my hands through my hair, standing up and slipping my shorts on.

I needed to find Sophie and make sure everything was good between us, especially now that she knew the truth about me and Sarah. I needed to know if she was still willing to commit herself to me, to us, with this kind of baggage attached, but first I needed a shower. My stomach suddenly hurt, the anxiety nipping away on the inside and it felt like there was a giant hole in me. I needed to fill that hole. I need my girl.

Jolly:

"So he told you everything then?" I asked Sophie, setting a hot cup of coffee down in front of her. Nicholas and Folio sat on either side of her and Matt was leaning against the wall behind them, listening to her tell us what had happened last night. 

"Yeah, he did. And I swear to god, if the woman does anything more to hurt Noah again I will," Sophie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's just say I won't play nicely," she admitted, picking up the hot cup and taking a sip. "I think I would fucking pay to see that shit go down," Matt laughed. "I have no doubt you'd kick Sarah's ass. She's one of "those" girls anyway." 

Sophie raised her eyebrows. "Those girls?"

"Yeah, you know the "Oh my God I chipped a nail and smudged my mascara" girls." 

Sophie busted out laughing at Matt's imitation of Sarah. I had to admit, he wasn't too far off. 

"By the sound of things last night, it seems like you and Noah are in a good place though, right?" I asked, peering up at her, hoping I didn't embarrass her too much.

Sophie's face turned bright red as she covered her face with her hands.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so, so sorry. I told Noah,"

"No, no, no, don't apologize. That's not what I mean," I said chuckling. I reached out and took her hands away from her face and laid them flat on the counter. 

"You made Noah happy last night Sophie. You've been making him happy for the last eight months. We've never seen him like he is when he's with you." 

She looked around at the others and they all nodded. "It's true," Matt agreed. "Even with Sarah, he wasn't this happy. He's different since being with you. It's like you bring out the best in him." Nicholas took Sophie's hand as he smiled kindly at her. 

"I don't know what to say, guys. I'm flattered, honestly. I'm just doing what feels natural; feels right. It's really easy for me to be the way I am when I'm with Noah. I've never had that feeling before and it's so different than how it was when I was with," she stopped, looking down and rubbing her eyes with her fingers. Sophie tried her best to fight the tears that were coming. I rubbed her hand as Folio pulled her into him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She embraced him fully, laying her head on his chest. I admired their relationship; it was deep and the exact thing Sophie needed in times like this. 

"Is there something we should know," Folio asked her softly. Sophie nodded. "Please don't say anything to Noah. He doesn't need to know right now with all that he has going on, but Perry's been texting me for the last week. He's been apologizing non-stop, begging to meet so he can apologize to my face, and saying things like he understands what he's done to me was horrible and unsafe." She sniffed, wiping her cheeks with her fingers.

"Please tell me you don't really believe that nutcase, Sophie," Nick sighed, handing her a tissue. "No! Of course not. I mean a part of me wants to. I was going to tell Noah when I got the very first text, but that was the day Matt called him, so I never got the chance to."

"Thanks a lot, Matt. You really fucked things up," Folio joked, playfully shoving Matt in the chest. He nodded holding his arms up. "It's fine, I'll fully take the blame. Sorry, I screwed things up for you, Soph." 

"You didn't," she chuckled, dabbing her nose with the tissue. "I can't tell him now. I'm afraid he'll lose it. Just the mention of Perry's name gets him upset. I don't want to know what he'll do when he finds this out."

"That's because seeing you the way we did that night really messed him up, Sophie," Folio explained. "Noah only remembered your face from the show and the connection the two of you had. When you showed up at that bar all bruised and bloody, it messed with his head. It wasn't until we got you home and he saw the marks on your body that he got pissed. I thought the man was going to hunt that asshole down himself and do only god knows what to him, but thankfully he listened to me." 

"What did you say to him?" There was dead silence. I looked over at Nicholas, who was looking at Matt, who was looking at Folio, who was staring straight at the countertop. "Nick, what did you say to him," Sophie pleaded, leaning forward and touching his arm. "I didn't say anything to him," Folio confessed, lifting his head and trying to hide his grin. "I'm so confused." Sophie shook her head and sat back, crossing her arms. 

"He fucking bitch slapped Noah in the face, is what he did," Matt spewed out." I held my laugh, remembering the look on Noah's face that night, and busted out laughing anyway. "Dude, it was way too funny," Nicholas said, laughing as he retold what happened. "The look Noah had afterward was hilarious. I thought he was going to choke the shit out of Folio, but just turned around and went to take a shower." 

"Oh, shit. What did he do after that? Anything?" 

"Nah. He was chilled afterward. Just paced a lot and worried about you. He did go up to see you at one point the next night; don't know if you remember that. He stayed with you until the following day and that's when you finally came down." Sophie looked as if she remembered that day all too well. 

"Noah told me he loved me last night," she said, a bright smile lighting up her once-fallen face. "See," Nicholas nudged her with his shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Noah may seem angry and aggressive a lot," "Because he is," Matt and Folio both said at the same time. Sophie's eyes grew wide as she turned to look at them both. "But," I said, pulling her attention back to me, "he does most of it for defense. Most of the time he's just afraid of getting hurt; just like you." 

She nodded, seeming to understand. "You need to tell him, Soph. He'll understand." 

"Tell him, who, what?" Noah asked, walking into the kitchen and clasping his hands down on my shoulders. He was freshly showered and staring at Sophie like she was the only person that mattered in the room and the smile he wore suited him. It thrilled me to see it; it had been too long.

"What are we talking about?" 

"Um," she looked over at me and I half smiled, nodding my head a little to give her some encouragement.

"Well, can I tell you later? Why don't you get some breakfast first?" Sophie looked like she was about to cry and Noah seemed to catch on. He went to her taking her face in between his hands and kissed her forehead before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Sure. We should talk later," he agreed, giving her a reassuring smile. 

"So, does this mean we can officially call Sophie your girlfriend? Like for real life?" Noah gave Nicholas the most confused look, but instead of asking, he just grinned, taking Sophie's hand. "Yeah, I guess it does. As long as Sophie is okay with it." Sophie nodded. "Yeah I'm okay with it," she approved, smiling up at Noah. "Alright! For real life now, Sophie and Noah are a couple," Nicholas clapped his hands together. "Dude you're so weird sometimes," Noah laughed, throwing a quick punch to Nick's stomach, making him flinch. Today was going to be a good day.

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 12

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @starry-eyed-wild-child

Mike walks into the bar and thought for a minute it might be closed. Y/n walked out of the back carrying a case of liquor and paused when she saw him.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" She asked surprised to see him.

"Leff kicked me out because the chick he was fucking was shrieking over the show I was watching." Mike shrugged.

"Uh oh, he must be with Candy tonight. She's obnoxiously loud when she's fucking." Y/n sat the box down and Mike looked at the door.

"Are you closed? I can get out of your way if-" She waved at him.

"It's usually dead on Tuesday's. Drink specials aren't until tomorrow so this is my one day to relax, restock, clean and run numbers." Y/n explained.

"Anything I can help with?" Mike offered making her smile.

"You don't have to help but you're more than welcome to hang out." Y/n wouldn't admit it but she actually really likes having Mike around. He made her laugh and she loved flirting with him. He actually made the days easier to get through.

"Seriously, let me help. I don't mind." He took the case from her and she showed him where to put it. She started writing down all the bottles she was restocking and Mike started placing them on the shelf.

"You looking for a part time job?" She teased.

"Hell I'd do this for free if I get to hang out with you." Mike watched how diligently she took notes and she smirked at him.

"Don't you ever get tired of flirting so shamelessly with me?" She asked honestly and he paused.

"No? Unless it bothers you...I mean I like you but I don't want to be one of those annoying guys that can't take a hint either." Mike's words were filled with concern and she laughed.

"You would know if your advances weren't welcome, trust me." She assured. Mike tried not to show the blush on his cheeks, turning away from her as he finished emptying the box.

"I'm actually a little bummed you didn't tough it out at home. Could have been a team player and made me another video." Y/n wiggled her eyebrow and Mike snorted a laugh.

"As if you would actually use them for anything." Y/n was surprised by his response.

"I did! I used it last night as a matter of fact." Y/n defended.

"How would I know that? You don't share the wealth with me." He pouted before taking his jacket off so he could break down the box the liquor bottles were in. Y/n watched the muscles in his arms flex.

"How about I make you a deal? You beat me in a game of pool and I'll make you a video all your own." Y/n walked over to the door and flipped the sign to closed, making sure to lock it.

"What happens if you beat me?" Mike walked over towards the pool sticks and grabbed one. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I get to watch you make one." She bit her lip, this time not missing the crimson on his cheeks.

"Sounds like a deal." Mike held his hand out and she shook it.

"Rack em' up." She gestured to him at the end of the table. Mike knew how to play pool. He had played with Leff when he was a kid but he could never beat him. He wasn't bad but he just could never win against Leff. He didn't really feel like he could lose either way when it came to their deal.

Y/n was clearly expecting him not to be any good because she kept giggling to herself every time he sunk a ball. She shook her head when he started taking the lead.

"Don't get so defeated. It won't be fun when I beat you." Mike teased.

"Are you getting cocky with me?" Y/n asked brushing past his shoulder.

"Maybe just a little. From what I saw the other day, you didn't seem to mind when I'm a bit cocky." Mike licked his lips as he bent over to take his shot. Y/n leaned forward exposing her clevage to his fill view. He shook his head at her.

"You're cheating." He hit the ball and it bounced off the wall.

"What? How am I cheating? I was just trying to get on your level...see what you were aiming for." She sipped a beer and he let his eyes linger from her chest to her face.

"I know what I'd like to aim at those things." He teased as she moved to set up her next shot. He moved to stand behind her and she could feel his bulge poking her as she rested bent in half over the table.

"See it's not so easy when you're distracted now is it." She fired off her shot and it went into the pocket. She turned around and smirked at him.

"I'm not sure what you mean but I suggest you focus up if you want to win." Mike rolled his eyes and knew his next shot could set him up to win, sinking two more balls by using one of hers to bank on.

"Bitch." Y/n gasped. Mike had to laugh out loud. She gave him a playful shove and he took a dramatic bow.

"Well I guess now you have to call your shot." She stepped into his space watching him look over the table at his best options. She danced her fingertips down his arm and he watched her move to stand between him and the table, resting her hands on his belt buckle.

"Now this is definitely cheating. I never took you for a dirty player." Mike watched her hands undo his belt and slowly unzip his pants.

"What can I say? I don't like to lose." She released his cock from his boxer briefs and he let out a quick breath. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked up her hand before gently jerking his cock, keeping her eyes on Mike's face as he closed his eyes and gripped the table with both hands.

"You know what I liked about your video most?" Mike opened his eyes as she spoke. It was hard for him to focus while she jerked him off though.

"I like listening to you breathe...and grunt. I love when a man makes noise when he's getting off. It makes me so fucking wet." Y/n gave him a squeeze and Mike moaned resting his forehead against hers.

"Y/n...if I tried to kiss you...would you punch me in the face?" Mike asked cautiously and she held his gaze.

"Yes." She replied but Mike didn't care for the repercussions. He gripped her face in his hands and slammed his mouth into hers. She kissed back instantly, letting her tongue dance with his own while she continued to jerk him off. Mike had wanted to kiss her since the morning they met but he never thought he would be in this kind of compromising position.

"Wait..wait!" Mike pulled back opening his eyes to see Y/n surprised.

"What? You want me to stop?" She asked almost worried. Mike shook his head letting her know he loved what she was doing but he had to taste her.

"I need to eat your pussy...please. I'll concede, you win. I just-" Mike realized how desperate he sounded but Y/n smiled at him as she sat back on the table and spread her legs.

Mike didn't even bother tucking his cock away before he got on his knees in front of her, yanking her shorts and panties off. He dove tongue first into her folds and she groaned. He tried to probe his tongue as deep as he could to taste her, shaking his head so that the tip of his nose would wiggle atop her clit.

"Fuck! You're good with your mouth when you aren't talking." She moaned, letting her head fall back and right hand rake through his hair to clutch and pull. Mike could feel her pushing her hips into his face, grinding against his face and tongue.

"You taste...so fucking good." Mike hummed as he pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked. Her legs jumped and he tossed them over his shoulders.

"Right there. Oh fuck. Don't stop. Right there Mike." She cried pulling on his hair as she whined. Mike wanted her to cum. He wanted to make her cum so badly that he double down on sucking her clit and shaking his head like a dog. He tasted her release and she squeezed her thighs around his head as she came, her juices running down his chin.

He lapped at her juices as he legs twitched on his shoulders. She laid her back against the pool table trying to catch her breath and Mike grinned, staring down at her, completely fucked and spent because of him.

He didn't have a ton of accomplishments but he considered this one of his proudest moments.

[thedeviltohisangel]

Protective John?? What about protective Butter? Butter Is THE KING! I'd like to see John try and protect Cass from a seagull

Butter really is the King and I am literally always filled with joy when you guys show Butter love. I think more people support the Butter/Cass dynamic than they do the John/Cass dynamic at this point. Here is some Butter doing his bodyguard duties for his fans (who deserve a name. if anyone has a cute little butter fandom name idea, please let me know! butter ballers?)

Cass' hand tightened around Butter's leash as she surveyed the restaurant in front of them. Her and John had both taken some time off to head on a little vacation before their baby was due. One last romantic getaway before they became parents. Well, as romantic as it could be with Butter tagging along but that was a non-negotiable for her. Particularly when John had suggested the beach.

"Do we have to sit outside?" The patio looked beautiful, overlooking the ocean and shielded from the sun. People were laughing as they sipped bubbly cocktails and ate fresh seafood. Where others saw relaxation, Cass saw a nightmare. Seagulls perched on umbrellas as they waited for the right time to strike. Stalking under the tables looking for scraps. They didn't seem to be scared of any of the humans and those were the birds that terrified her the most.

"No. But you mentioned having a little headache, I thought the fresh air might feel good." John squeezed her hand as she took a deep breath. "I'll protect you from the birds. I promise." Butter looked up at him. He knew who was really in charge of keeping the birds away from his precious mother.

"Okay. I'll try." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as they followed the hostess to a table. She released Butter from his leash once they sat down, him never daring to ever even think of straying from her side. Not when he needed to be vigilant.

After a few sips of a crisp Coke, nibbling on some french fries and the feeling of John's finger rubbing circles into her knee, she was feeling like she might be able to make it through this dinner.

She gasped and clutched at her locket as a seagull landed on the chair across them. "John!" He attempted to shoo it away with his napkin but it only flapped its wings and turned its attention back to her food. Just as she thought all hope was lost, a commanding bark echoed through the patio. Butter put himself between the evil feathered creature and his mother without hesitating, his front paws on the chair so he could reach the offender with his teeth if he needed to. Quickly realizing this was not a winning situation, the bird flew away and disappeared into the sky.

Butter immediately turned to ensure Cass was unharmed, reaching to bring his tongue to her cheeks to offer her comfort during the scary ordeal. "My sweet baby. Thank you. You're the most handsome and brave boy ever!" She wrapped him in a hug and squeezed as tightly as she could.

"I'll order him a steak," John sighed as he waved the waitress over.

"Two," Cass clarified as she helped Butter into the chair next to her, where he could join them as guest of honor. "He's earned all the steaks in the world, haven't you my love?" She scratched under his chin as his whole butt wagged with the attention. Ever the guard dog, he didn't let his victory keep him from remaining ready to defend her at all costs. Not even his mother's love could distract him from the most important task he'd ever been given. Keeping her, and the babies growing inside of her, safe.

[gachawolfiebloom]

Two Hearts In The City of Love

Chapter 2: Another Crazy Plane Trip

Tags: Love, Love Confession, Romance

Four and Three were standing on a bridge. Boards of wood under their feet and metal railing to keep either one from falling off, hooked with millions of padlocks to seal all the love that many couples had over the years. Nothing, but the sound of rippling water and the twinkling stars in the sky. Four had never seen anything like it. He turned his attention to Three and asked softy "This place is beautiful. What's it called?"

"The Pont des Arts Bridge. Many people lock their love with these."

Three jangled the locks that responded with a harmonizing sound. Is this what love felt like? All of a sudden, Three grabbed Four's hands and pulled them closer to his chest. He didn't say anything, nor did Three.

After the two stood in silence for a while, Four stuttered "T-Three...I....I" He stopped. "I love you." Three leaned in closer, cupping Four's face. "You do?" He nodded, blushing deeply. "Well...I...hate you!"

"What!?" Four snapped out of his lovey dovey expression to pure shock and panic. "Yeah! You actually thought I'd fall for you!?" He laughed and pushed Four off the railing, straight into the river.

Four was drowning. He splashed the water violently. He didn't know why. Did Three's wretched words make him forget how to swim? "THREE! HELP!" The bearded man watched peacefully from the bridge. "Why? Haven't I been wanting to kill you this whole time? You're such an idiot!" Four watched his pleasing expression from this as he sunk down under the water.

The atmosphere slowly got darker and darker as perching chimes echoed through his head. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it! Stop it! STOP IT! JUST STOP-

Four woke up in a state of panic. He was back in his bed and the chimes in his dream just turned out to be the alarm on his phone. "5:00 AM!?" He turned the alarm off and sat up in bed to think about his nightmare for a second. "Three wouldn't do that. He wouldn't." His fears were telling him otherwise. That they were not meant to be because they were supposed to be enemies. But that didn't matter now.

He sprung up since he had forgotten he was supposed to pack before everyone got here. "Okay, let's see..." He packed some clothes, electronics, plushies (when was he going to need those), and dug out his passport for check in. Last thing he did was put on his signature cap before leaving the room. He went outside and locked the castle doors so nobody could get inside until he got home.

Sleep deprivation was really getting the better of him. The many hours he spent working with the nightmare he had was a bad combination. He kept rubbing his eyes and yawning.

He started walking when just so conveniently, Three was giving a hug to Eggdog and walking out of his cafe. Four tried to ignore him, but it didn't work because Three noticed him and yelled "Oi! Wait up!" By the time he caught up with Four, he noticed the constant lack of sleep. "Don't tell me you stayed up late again."

"I just get sidetracked easily." Three gritted his teeth and said "Seriously!? On the day we have an early flight!" Four tried throwing out the excuse of "I got some hours of sleep!" Three was about to make another remark when he noticed something else strange about Four. "Were you having a nightmare?"

"NO!"

"You sure? Because you seem kinda-"

"There you guys are!" The two turned and saw the rest of the crew coming up with their suitcases in hand. "We all met up together, but remembered that you two live in the Showgrounds so we came here! What were you doing?"

The two eyed each other and then turned away. "Nothing..." They both knew to cease the arguing because if they continued then Three would ask multiple questions that Four would keep shutting down.

Luigi broke the awkward silence and pointed to a car coming towards them. "Right on time! Our Taxi is here!" He went to open the door until Bob pushed him out of the way. "OUT OF THE WAY! NEXT STOP THE CASINO!"

Tari was a bit confused. "Uh Bob? We have a long trip ahead of us before we get to Paris." He froze before letting out an irritated "DANG IT!" Mario cheered "Yippee!" and was about to jump in his seat when Meggy stopped him. "Remember that I'm babysitting you Mario so don't try any funny business." 

"Mario wouldn't dream of it." He put on his best innocent face which raised Meggy's suspicions. She dragged Mario down to the back and said "You're sitting with me." Everyone piled in and they soon left for the airport.

~A few hours later~

They soon arrived and went up to check into their flight. "What airline did you book us for anyway?" Meggy asked. "Well...we're kinda on a budget so I picked the cheapest airline I could find." Luigi nervously pointed to a station called Marty Airlines, where a familiar character was standing behind the counter.

Mario ran up to greet his old pal while everyone else sighed in annoyance. "Marty! Mario's so glad to see you! How's business been?" The cardboard cutout said nothing, but Mario turned and told them "Marty says he would like to see our passports." His eyes then widened as he dug through his bag. "PASSPORT!? WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Luigi stopped him and said "Don't worry Mario. I have both of our passports right here." Sure enough, there were two small books in his hand.

The cardboard cut out leaned close to the passports and fell on top of them. Nobody, except Mario, knew what that was all about. He smiled, gave a thumbs up, and then walked off with his bag. "Thank you so much Marty!" They all looked confused, but Luigi just grabbed the passports and followed his brother.

A line of people were putting their luggage on the conveyer belt in security. This seemed easy enough. It looked that way until the crew was approached by an old friend with a police hat and two Glocks in his hands. "ALRIGHT SCUM! PUT YOUR SOON TO BE CONTRABAND ON THE CONVEYER!"

"Swag? You work at the airport now?"

"I WORK EVERYWHERE. PUT YOUR BAG ON!"

While the demanding attitude did seem excessive, it was still protocol to check bags so they did what they were told. Chris was burying his head in a newspaper instead of looking at the scanner. Swag ran up and punched him while yelling "CHRIS! I WANT YOU TO MAKE SURE YOU SEARCH- EVERY. SINGLE. INCH. OF THESE BAGS. WE WILL HAVE ORDER!"

"Dude why are you treaty us so harshly?"

"BECAUSE-"

He seemed lost in his thoughts while all of them awaited an answer. "BECAUSE...CHRIS! TELL ME WHAT CONTRABAND YOU FOUND!"

"It's actually all pretty clean dude..."

Swag pushed Chris out of the way, refusing to believe his friends were innocent. He took Bob's bag off the conveyer and started throwing stuff out like crazy. "HEY! WHAT THE HELL! THAT'S MY GOOD TRASH!"

"AH HAH! WHAT IS THIS!?" He pulled out a gun that was long and thin. "THAT'S MY AK-47." Swag narrowed his eyes and dug through Three's bag. "Oi! That's private!" He pulled out the man's favorite weapons: bombs. "AND WHAT IS THIS?"

"What? You've never seen someone bring bombs in an airport before?" Swag looked in silence at the harbored weapons, eyes narrowed and zoomed in, until...

"THIS ALL LOOKS GOOD TO ME! CARRY ON!" 

"Uh thanks...?" They all awkwardly got their bags and went over to the gate, trying to not make eye contact. Mario was just about to grab his luggage when Swag zipped it open and found a plate of spaghetti inside.

"IS THIS FOOD..."

Suddenly, sirens popped out of his hat and flashing lights appeared as he spun around. "WHEE WOO WHEE WOO!"

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT! WE HAVE A CRIMINAL HERE!! TAKE THEM TO PRISON!!!"

He tackled Mario to the ground and pulled out some shackles. "TALK TO THE JUDGE!" In sheer panic, Mario enlarged his hands to snap Swag and throw him onto the floor. He quickly grabbed his bag and made a run for it. A few seconds after Swag had been thrown to the ground, he got up and said "I HAVE BECOME EVEN STRONGER!"

He began spinning around at full speed towards Mario. The Italian tried to go as far as his stubby legs would get him. Luckily, he made it to the gate. That's when Swag didn't stop, smacked into Mario, and the two crashed into a wall.

Just then, an announcement told everyone that the plane for Paris was now boarding. Everyone cheered and got on line to get on. Luigi stood up and looked at Swag, beating Mario. "Come on Mario! We're getting on." Swag stopped and extended his arm to grab Chris. "TO THE COCKPIT!"

"You're also the pilot?"

"LIKE I SAID...I WORK EVERYWHERE!" Taking Chris, he bolted through the line to get to the plane. "OUT OF THE WAY BOZOS! PILOT COMING THROUGH!" Three rolled his eyes and said "Greeaaattt. We'll likely be dead in a couple hours."

-

Finally, everyone was situated. Meggy and Tari sat next to each other for some girl bonding time together. Luigi sat with Mario since it was his turn to watch him. The fat Italian could not be trusted to sit quietly on a moving plane so he was tied to the chair with some rope and a giant cork was stuck in his mouth. Bob and Boopkins had to sit together, but when Bob was putting luggage up in the compartment, he accidentally put Boopkins in there as well and shut the door.

When Three and Four got onboard, they noticed the only seats left were two of them next to each other. Three groaned and said "We have to share this aisle, BUT you do not touch me and I get the window seat. Got it!" Instead of being intimidated or submissive like Three wanted, Four whined "Why do you get the window seat?"

"Because I don't want to be crushed by you! MOVE!" He shoved his bag up and slumped into the seat. Four didn't really get that logic. "How would I crush you if I'm not even allowed to touch you?"

"I don't know and I don't care." He crossed his arms and refused to acknowledge his ex rival any longer. Four sighed and put his bag up without bringing up a fight. He was too exhausted for this anyway.

Once Swag and Chris were all settled, Swag turned on the intercom system and announced into the mic "WE'RE READY TO DEPART NOW! STAY IN YOUR SEATS OR YOU'LL BE ARRESTED! AND IF ANY ANNOYING KIDS START CRYING, I'LL KICK YOU OFF THIS FLIGHT! GOT IT?"

Tari started breathing heavily. "Takeoffs scare me Meggy. What if we crash?" Meggy smiled and said "Don't worry. That won't happen."

"But what if it does?"

Meggy calmly grabbed Tari's hand and intertwined their fingers. "Then I'll protect you." Tari took a breath and nodded. "You're right Meggy. I can do this!"

"That's the spirit!"

Not long after, Swag pushed a bunch of buttons and the plane shot off into the sky, sending Tari into a series of panicked screams. "Are you sure that you know how to fly a plane Swag?" Chris asked.

"YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FLIGHT SIMULATOR HIGH SCORER RIGHT HERE...OR WAS THAT FARM SIMULATOR?" Chris smacked his face and mumbled "We're so doomed."

Back in the cabin, Karen came from behind the curtains with a flight attendant uniform and a blue cart. "Karen!? Aren't you supposed to be dog sitting Eggdog!?"

"Relax, I'm on this shift right now."

Mario was squirming in his seat and flailing his arms around until he saw the cart and gasped in amazement. Karen stooped in their row and said in an unenthusiastic tone "Can I offer you any snacks?"

"SPAGHETTI!"

"Um just some pretzels for me."

Karen pulled the food out of her cart and immediately Mario dove in, getting pasta sauce everywhere. Karen took the plate from him and sighed. "Why do I have to do this?" She spun some pasta on her fork and stuck it in Mario's mouth. It was actually good until the brothers noticed that Karen's face changed into a more compassionate expression.

"Oh you poor thing. You must have been cold and hungry for so long."

Mario looked at her with a dumb expression and said "The hell you talking about boi?" Karen continued feeding him spaghetti, which he was fine with, but Luigi was starting to get a little creeped out. "Ahhh imma king now."

Tari was hyperventilating while Meggy was trying her best to calm her down. "Tari it's okay! Just breath." She tried, but it turned to be fast breaths that barely gave any time to let all the anxiety out. Meggy tried to think of something to distract the blue haired girl until she got an idea.

"You wanna play Duck Simulator?" Her screams of terror immediately turned into screams of delight and she grabbed out her switch. Meggy chuckled to Tari's funny obsession with ducks and took out a game console as well to play some Splatoon.

Bob sat down by the window and was about to play some video games when he heard a faint knock above him. "HUH?" Another knock was heard. "THE HECK WAS THAT!?" The knocking kept continuing until the compartment opened and Boopkins yelled "HELLLPPPP!"

"AHHHH THERE'S A GREMLIN ON THE PLANE!"

Bob began trying to push the door back while Boopkins argued him to let him out. "BOB WAIT I-"

"GET OFF GREMLIN! GET OFF!"

Boopkins couldn't take it anymore and jumped right onto Bob's face as he got up from his seat and started running around the airplane. "HELP A NASTY GREMLIN IS TRYING TO EAT ME!"

Mario was busy, happily eating his spaghetti while Karen continued acting like a real mom. "What a big strong boy you are! How about some uppers time?" Mario and Luigi didn't know what that meant, but Karen showed them by lifting Mario out of his seat and began shaking him around, causing the Italian to scream. "Who's a good boy? WHO'S A GOOD BOY!?"

"LET MARIO DOOOWN YOU CRAZY CAT LADY!!!"

"Alright that's enough!" Luigi got up and swiped his brother away from Karen. "You leave my brother alone!" Karen certainly didn't let that slide and she took Mario back. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from that mean old man." Luigi grabbed Mario's head while Karen held onto his feet and the two began tussling for him.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE SOMEONE HELP ME GET THIS GREMLIN OFF ME!"

Four was listening to music (and trying not to dose off) while Three was writing in his notebook. "Nah, you're fine." Luigi and Karen paused for moment so he could tell Bob "We're kinda in the middle of something here." and they continued fighting. The only option left was Meggy and Tari since they were preoccupied with their games. Heck, there eyes were glued to those screens. They probably wouldn't mind if...

Bob lunged toward their row, startling them as he opened the window. "BOB!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Bob stuck his head out the window and tried to throw Boopkins off the plane, but he determined to cling to the window ledge. Bob noticed and went to close the window on his fingers. "Bob...?"

"AND AS THE LORD SAYS IN THE HOLY BIBLE...GET THE HELL OFF MY PLANE!"

Meggy leaped forward and grabbed the window before Bob could shut Boopkins out. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU COULD HAVE JUST KILLED BOOPKINS!?" Tari helped pull him in as Meggy kicked them out of their row. "Go sit your butts down and apologize!" She grunted angrily as the two turned to each other.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad Bob..." Boopkins said in a meaningful way, but then went back to his happy self, telling Bob "Okay now you go!" He then saw that Bob was heading back to his seat. "NO WAY I'M DOING THAT."

"Oh! Oh! Can I have the window seat! I want to see all the pretty clouds!"

"WHATEVER."

Boopkins sat next to the window, using it as entertainment as Bob just played some GTA.

Swag was starting to get bored in the cockpit. This plane trip was not as exciting as he hoped. "CHRIS I'M BORED. WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GET THERE?" Chris sighed and told him "Not for several hours. A flight to Paris usually lasts around 9 to 17 hours."

"SEVERAL HOURS!?"

He then got a scathingly good idea. "OOO! I GOT AN IDEA! LET'S DO A BARREL ROLL!"

"WHAT!? NO!"

"BUT IT WOULD BE EPIC CHRIS!"

"No it wouldn't! You could hurt the passengers! Swag?"

Swag was shaking as he stared at the yoke.

"I DON'T NEED IT."

"Swag."

"I DEFINITELY DON'T NEED IT."

"Swag. No."

"I DON'T NEED IT."

"Swag. Don't."

"I DON'T NEED IT."

"I swear."

"I DON'T NEED IT."

"You better not."

"I DON'T NEED IT. I DON'T NEED IT."

"Swag. Don't. You. Do. It."

"I NEEEEEEDDDD ITTTT!"

Before Chris could stop him, Swag pressed a bunch of buttons and the plane veered into circles. "GOD DANG IT SWAG!" The cabin was shaking, making Tari flip out. Karen let go off Mario and ran towards the cockpit while Luigi quickly tied Mario up and buckled his seatbelt. Karen burst through the door. "WHAT IS GOING ON UP HERE!?"

"I'M DRIVING A PLANE WITH A DERANGED LUNATIC! THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING!"

Swag cheered as Karen took hold of the controls and put the plane back to its normal routine. "THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER! ISN'T THIS THE BEST DAY EVER CHRIS?" He looked back as Chris looked like he had a heart attack and died. Karen went back to the cabin and said "Don't you ever do that again." She slammed the door and walked off. Chris recovered and got up, taking hold of the controls. "I'm driving this plane the rest of the way Swag. You got that?"

"YOU'RE SUCH A PARTY POOPER CHRIS."

Finally, everything was quiet. Mario went back to squirming around, but nobody paid attention and Meggy had finally managed to calm Tari back down again. Four was really tired now. He kept rubbing his eyes like crazy and his eye bags were quite grey. It was very difficult for him to stay awake as his eyes grew droopier with every passing second. He couldn't take it anymore and closed his eyes, collapsing his head on Three's shoulder.

The sudden impact startled Three and he instantly whipped his head around like he was prepared for any slight touch from Four. "Oi! I told you not to tou-" He stopped as he saw the exhausted man resting on him. It ticked him off at first, but his anger wore off into a sigh. He set his notebook down and brushed Four's soft, silky black hair with his fingers.

A soft smile appeared on his face as he pulled Four closer to him. "It's okay. Get some rest. You need it." He watched the man peacefully sleep until his eyes soon gave out too and he rested his head on top of Four's.

Mario kept squirming around until he thought he heard soft snores. He looked behind him and started squealing from the sight of the two boys cuddling. "LUIIIIGGGGIIIII!!!!" He kept pestering his brother to turn around. Luigi soon noticed as well and his eyes perked up. Mario tried to get Meggy's attention while Luigi tried to get Bob and Boopkins's. Meggy finally looked up and said "What Mario?" With a smug grin, he pointed to the boys's row. She instantly started squealing and tapped Tari on the shoulder. "Look Tari." Her face lit up as she too saw the adorable scene.

"Aww they look so cute together."

"Mario knew they would woo over each other!"

Boopkins was pointing at everything that was catching his eye, telling Bob all about it, and quite frankly, he was sick of it.

"Ooooo! Look at those clouds. They look like JubJub!"

"I DON'T CARE."

"Look at that bird. He looks so pretty."

"IT CAN GO DIE FOR ALL I CARE."

"Look at the-"

"BRO SHUT THE HELL UP! I AM SICK OF YOU POINTING OUT EVERY TINY, INSIGNIFICANT DETAIL THAT-"

"Hey Bob."

"WHAT!!!!!"

Luigi slumped down in his seat nervously, pointing to the specific row. Boopkins started screaming in excitement. "Ohhh myyy goooshhh! That's so adorable!"

"AT LEAST IT'S BETTER THAN WHAT THE BOOGER WAS SHOWING ME."

As much fun as it was to see this, they all decided to leave them alone since the two were tired and it would be rude to interrupt them. Mario wouldn't shut up about it though. It strengthened his idea to set them up on a date.

~Many hours later~

The plane had finally landed and Chris announced that they had made it to their destination. Mario instantly sprung out of his ropes and ran out of the plane to some unknown place. Luigi went to grab his and Mario's bag out the compartment. Bob, Boopkins, Meggy, and Tari did the same, but noticed that Four and Three were still asleep.

"Should we wake them?"

"Yeah, Mario already took off and we need to get to the hotel before it gets too late."

She went over and gently shook them. The two slowly opened their eyes and immediately froze. Their eyes widened and their faces were red. Three retorted back first by pushing Four away and getting out of the row. "I told you not to touch me!"

"Then why didn't you say anything!?"

"Because...I...None of your business you Baka!" He grabbed his bag and stormed off, leaving a confused Four and the girls. "What was that all about?" Meggy helped get Four's bag out and said "I'm not sure. We did see you guys cuddling for the majority of the flight. Maybe he's just nervous around you."

"Nervous around me? Yeah right! He's hated me for as long as we've known each other."

"Well maybe his feelings have changed."

"So have mine..."

Four mumbled that last part to himself. Tari noticed that they were the last ones in the plane so she told them "We better get going before we lose the others." The two agreed and they walked through the airport to find the rest by baggage claim. Meggy was the first to realize that someone was missing. "Where's Mario?" Luigi shrugged and told them "He ran off ahead of us."

"FOUND HIM." They all looked where Bob was pointing to find Mario on the baggage claim conveyer belt with a derpy expression. "WHEEEEEE" Luigi grabbed his brother and pulled him back towards the group. "Don't worry. The hotel isn't far from here. I've already booked us four rooms."

Everyone was relieved to hear that since it had been quite the long and exhausting day. When they arrived, the lobby was quite impressive. There was a lounge, a restaurant, and even a refreshments booth. "Wahoo food!" Mario rushed off to go inspect the assortments and Luigi went up to the front desk to get room keys. He gave one to Meggy, Boopkins, and Three, also keeping one for himself.

"Me and Mario will share a room and everyone else will pick a partner to stay with for all of the trip."

He went to grab Mario and left it up to the rest on who they wanted to sleep with. Meggy had a great time on the plane with Tari and they were quite close so she asked "Want to share a room?" Tari didn't mind at all and gladly agreed. Boopkins went up to Bob and said "We can be roommates!" Bob freaked out and said "HELL NO!"

He ran over to Three and threw a sword over his shoulder. "I'LL BUNK WITH HIM." Three was bit uncertain at first, but once he realized who was left, he immediately took Bob up on his offer. "Yeah! Too bad. Guess you'll have to go with Four."

"That's fine. You two should definitely share a room." Four nervously agreed.

The girls looked at each other with concern. They could tell after what had happened on the plane, Four and Three were trying to avoid each other. Meggy stepped in and said "Oh come on guys! I'm sure Boopkins would love to be with you Bob."

"NO WAY! I'D RATHER DIE!"

"Come on Bob. You wouldn't want to hurt Boopkins's feelings would you?"

"YES."

Meggy sighed until she knew just what to say to convince him. "Oh well. I guess Four and Boopkins will have to attend the party without you." He instantly spun around and said "WHAT."

"Oh yeah, Luigi didn't tell you that there's a party in that room with lots of cash and women."

Bob instantly swiped the key from Boopkins's hand and bolted into the elevator. "THOSE LADIES AND MONEY ARE MINE!" Boopkins trailed behind with their bags. "Bob wait!" Three just stood there in pure shock. "Well, I guess you two will have to share a room now."

"Are you kidding me!? I don't want to be stuck with him the whole time!" Four tried to advert eye contact. "Geeez you're welcome." Meggy rolled her eyes and went to her room with Tari. "Good luck!" A few seconds later, a tired Luigi dragged a crying Mario across the floor in the same direction. "But Mario wants fooooodd!"

It was just the two of them now. After a period of silence, Three sighed and said "Come on." Four took his bag and followed behind. They said nothing to each other through the elevator trip and through the hallway until Three found the number that matched the key. "Room 403."

~After settling in their room~

It turns out that there was only one bed so they had to share it. Three took out his pajamas and stared at Four. "Do you mind?" His face flushed as he instantly spun the other way. "S-Sorry..." He waited for Three to finish, but curiosity got the better of him.

"Hey...uh what happened back there? On the plane." Three grumbled and said "Nothing."

"I don't understand. You said that I wasn't supposed to touch you and even when I did, you didn't do anything."

"You were tired okay!? If I didn't let you sleep, I'd be the one lugging you around up to the room!"

"Is this all because you don't want to admit you have a soft spot?"

"NO! Quit trying to get answers out of me."

By the time the argument had escalated, Three was already in bed and Four was still sitting on the edge.

"This time I mean it. Don't. Touch. Me. Or else you'll be sleeping on the floor."

Four didn't say a word and got in on the opposite side of Three. He was the first to fall asleep, but Three kept thinking about what he said. Maybe he was being too harsh. It was probably upsetting Four after all. He would apologize in the morning. Tomorrow would be a new day.

Chapter 3: Hanging Along The Seine