#thought it was a cat or a tumbleweed or something

[hoboblaidd]

Did anyone lose a hobbit-sized Grey Warden? @avrorean

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

book 7 part 11 thoughts! (nov 29th update)

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 11 OF THE MAIN STORY!!*** This spans part 212 to part 226, focusing on Leona. Jack and Ruggie's parts can be seen here.

Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

The gang lands in… Sunrise City again? Importantly, there is a new effect that plays which differentiates it from the Sunrise City of Ruggie’s dream. There are now dust and tumbleweeds.

Ruggie and Jack are totally fine with the turbulent flight over, since they’re used to bumpy rides on brooms while playing magift/spelldrive. Azul, however, is not doing so hot (because of the flight + weather). Ruggie takes pity on the poor octoboi and looks for a stall to buy him a cheap drink like tea or something. That’s when Ruggie notices something weird… the city is way more desolate than usual, and many of the stalls that are normally selling are no longer there or are closed up.

He tries to talk to some NPCs, but they notice he’s a hyena and hide out of fear. Well, that’s just… odd. So the group decides to scope out the palace (the most likely place Leona would be) to get to the bottom of things!

We arrive at the outskirts of the palace and the uh… coloring… is ominous.

Silver comments that they didn’t see any royal guards so the Sunset Savanna must be a very peaceful country :DD (… Oh, you poor, sweet, summer child…)

Ruggie tells him that no, this is definitely strange! Normally there would be many female guards around, in what world would it be easy to sneak into a palace undetected?! The current head of the royal guard is a female lion beastwoman, and most of the guards are females who are proud of their skill and strength. Many girls apparently do martial arts as children and then volunteer to be guards.

They come across some hyena beastmen who are laughing loudly. Their garb is that of Sunset Warriors, who, if you recall from Tamashina Mina/Cloudcalling on the Savanna, is a title that is highly coveted + honorable and earned through winning a Cat the Tail/Bead Brawl tournament (that people often train hard for). But these NPCs aren’t honorable or even that skilled to begin with, so Ruggie senses something is WAY wrong.

The NPCs become darkness (it seems the dreams are becoming a lot more actively aggressive in the Savanaclaw segments) and we beat them up.

The guards chase us but Idia uses his Mad Gamer Skills to hack open a door and then lock it so they cannot pursue us. We overhear some shouting and…!

OH MY GOSH… Kifaji finally gets s voice?!!?!?! He’s pleading with someone to take action because the country is starving.

We sneak over to the throne room (which looks frighteningly similar to that one scene where Scar is lounging on rocks which poor Zazu is caged)… AnD YUP TheRE GE iS 😭 LEONA THE pRINcE (KINg) OF sUNSET SaqvCANNA)

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[Brain buffering...]

SORRY WHERE WAS I

Kifaji mentions that Leona’s father has passed from illness, and tragedy befell his older brother, Falena, and his family (I assume Cheka and the wife are also out of the picture??) so Leona has now succeeded him. In this dream, Leona claims to have “cleaned up” the slums, pushed development, and mined the hell out of the country. They made a lot of money, but… at the cost of ignoring the advice of his advisors + the public’s opposition and destroying their environment. His style of ruling is just not sustainable.

Leona says he won’t listen to those who cling to old customs. Kifaji admits that Leona’s plans to improve the country were innovative but still…! This is too much. He tries to get Leona to see reason by reminding Leona that people AREN’T like chess pieces. People are so different and can work in ways you may not want them to. As king, Leona HAS to understand that and work with them regardless. Unfortunately, Leona refuses to acknowledge anyone but himself as competent.

Apparently those guards from earlier were the result of Leona giving jobs to people because they needed it. Leona being Leona, however, never gave them proper training and demands that Kifaji handle that.

OH MAn 💀 They hear shouting and it seems like there is a protest outside??

Dream!Ruggie is leading a crowd. He says stuff like how Falena was a better ruler than Leona ever was. They want food, they want nature back; they don’t want a king.

LMAOv???!!?!!?,) NOT LEONA GOING “damn, if they hate it here so much then they should just leave”????? 😭 THIS IS EXACTLY WhaT OUT OF tOUCH RICH poLITICIANs SAy WHEN PEopLE XOMPLaaiN AbOUT THEiR POLICiES

Leona orders Kifaji to shut up the protestors, he can’t nap like this 💀 Some things never change, I guess…

Ruggie takes them to the same luxury hotel we stayed at for the Tamashina Mina event (he expects Idia to pay for them lmao). It looks like not even this fancy place has any ingredients left though…

Idia retreads what he said in book 6; isn’t Leona the type to realize he’s in a dream? Yet he is deeply immersed in it. Silver wonders why Leona dreams of terrible things happening (like tragedy upon his family and the people hating him) if this dream is meant to be happy. Idia suggests that this is because Leona’s dream is like a sandbox game; ie Leona is “playing around” with the possibility it provides and clearly seems to be aware of the consequences that come with it (hence the terrible things Silver mentioned earlier). So maybe he’s catastrophizing…?

cbjsvsjwkw They talk about midnight snacking for a bit??

Idia talks about procedural generation and how the dream has to accommodate + load new maps as the player shifts around. But Leona doesn’t do that??? So it’s impressive or something cbsbbskskw I could be misunderstanding this part, I don’t know how tech stuff works 💦

They brainstorm some way to take away the king’s authority… and decide to use Cheka!! Ortho downloads a 3D model from Styx and Ruggie uses his UM to puppet it!

They try to break through the protestors and things get violent 😔 ashbfbiadiab LIKE ONE FO THE GUARDS HIT A MOM AND WAS ABOUT TO HIT YUU TOO BUT GOOD BOY SILVER PROTECTS US

Sebek, Silver, and Azul fight off the hyena guards while Ortho, Ruggie, Yuu, and Grim ride on Jack’s (wolf form) back to charge in. We finally get the incantation for Unleash Beast!! “Faster, sharper, stronger! Unleash Beast!”

Inside the palace, Leona demands meat and such from Kifaji. When Kifaji tells him there is none, Leona says go outside and get it 😭 THEN HE tHRETEnS TO FRY AnD EWT KIFAJI?????? AnD tHEN HE GRIPS KIFAjI BY THE cOLLAR WhEN HE SAYS FaLEnAmS nAmR… GIRL… YOU DiD NOT… NADSKILUASLBIADIBLD NOW HE'S ATTEMPTING TO SAND GRANMPS????

Ruggie barges in, TACKLING LEONA???? And pretending to be Cheka (with a really dumb voice LOL). But Leona clocks him right away and dispels the hologram. He accuses Ruggie of pretending to be Cheka to start a revolution and declares that this is punishable by death.

Kifaji protects us!! He uses fire to stop Leona’s attack, confirming him as a mage too. (That’s the first time the “darkness” in the dream has gone out of its way to help us rather than hinder us. Ortho suggests it is because the dreamer’s interpretation of the characters is important; the is could lead them to prioritizing their own behaviors rather than focusing on eliminating threats to the dream.) W AH 😭 Dream!Kifaji says he wishes for Leona to wake up from this bad dream…

Leona ran away in the brawl and is now outside the palace. He stews around and mutters that it isn’t his fault, so why did things turn out like this?

The hyena guards show up and pull Leona deeper into the dream. We of course leap in after him!!

Aaaaaand HERE WE ARE, a reality in which Leona and co. were successful in trampling Malleus or something... CRINGE CRINGE CRINGE how he gloats about his stupid ass plan that would NOT actually work irl. THANKS FOR REMINDNING ME ABOUT HOW CRAP BOOK 2 WAS, OJITAN... Azul has a moment where he laments that he had nooooo idea Leona would abuse the potion they made a deal over like this. He worries that Leona would have been too cocky and started taking out top performing students as well as athletes in order to pad out Savanaclaw's future in various fields.

AW JACKKKKK 😭 He says he can't stand aside and just watch this; the Leona-senpai he knows wouldn't be satisfied winning some fake game. Even when he has accomplished everything he wanted to, Leona isn't satisfied--so they've gotta snap him out of it!! aehjfaboboafevwtvaegp PUPPY... HE CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HIS DORM LEADER, AAAAAH

We confront Leona, with Azul claiming to have saved the Diasomnia team from his machinations. Leona notices there are two Ruggies and he starts to have that splitting 'I'm noticing things are off here" headache.

The Savanaclaw mobs start shouting and demanding to know what we did to "our king". DBHLFVLFEVIYOEAIAFE JACKGETS MAD AND SAYS LEOAN ISN'T "YOUR KING" HE'S "OUR DORM LEADER"!!!!! AAAAAAAHHAHAHHHHHAHHHHH H HHAHAHAHSH H HA HAHAHAHHHH H HHHHHHH H OTL

Leona wakes up and is a little prima donna about ita sdhlbaidbafa HE TELLS THEM TO WAKE HIM UP MORE DLEICATELY NEXT TIME... BITCH YLIKE YOU AHVE ANY RIGHT TO BE MAKING DEMANDS RIGHT NOW

Darkness, enter~ The group escapes it adgkhfihblffia BUT SEBEK SAYS DLEONA DESERVES THIS AND SILVER HAS TO STOP AND SCOLD HIM FOR SAYING THAT

Ruggie got caught and is now being sucked into the darkness. Leona runs back to grab him despite Ruggie's pleas to just run LH FABYOAFAEGAEG raARE WE GETITNGF TRI GELLA S ARE WE GETITNG GOOD LEADER BIG BRO L*ONA SAN WHO WON'T ABANDON HIS MINIONS EVER?a?? ? ?? ? ?????????? ?? ??? ? OTL The others warn Jack not to run over too, but he shouts that Leona and Ruggie-senpai are back there...

Leona throws Ruggie at Jack (who catches him) but falls into the darkness as a result. Welp, time to dive in after him!

ADFHBASBIYSAASD OKAY EHRE'S THE CRINGE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR... Leona sees his OB self moping about how he'll never be king. aiubafpdasbas OB LEONA TALKS ABOUT HOW HE WANTS TO THROW FALENA AND CHEKA OFF A CLIFF A LA SCAR STYLE...

Leona says it's pathetic seeing himself like this, doesn't he have any pride? If he keeps complaining that no one understands him, keeps looking down on others, keeps desiring approval... That's just so miserable.

He does what the other OB boys have done and proceeds to punch his Phantom into the dirt. Leona tells himself that he'll get his "own throne and country someday". (As has been alluded to many times before, this doesn't refer to a literal kingdom but a metaphorical one; ie he will try to find satisfaction through routes other than the crown.) AND HE ACCEPTS THAT HE WILL ALWAYS HAVE THAT BITTERNESS INSIDE OF HIM WISHING TO BE KING... HE ACCPETS IIITTTTTTT T T T TTTTTtTttttttTt OTL

Leona returns back to his original dream, where it has started to rain and the sun has come out. Kifaji runs up to him with the morning report and reminds his prince that everything the light touches is his domain.

Leona says it’s unnecessary and someone like him doesn’t have a claim to the throne. To this, Kifaji smiles and praises Leona for being so clever OTL HE DOESn’T GET MAd anD TRY TO gET LEOnA TO SlEEP AgAiN… "So you've finally noticed [...] that this is a dream. As expected of you. my king." WHAT SO DREAM!kIFAJI KNEW ALL ALONG????? WAS THSI A PEICE OF LEONA'S CONSCIOUSNESS THAT WAS AWARE AND DECIDED TO MANIFEST AS KIFAJI TO SAVE HIS OWN ASS?????? ? ? ?? ?? ????

LMAOOOO Leona says if he ever becomes king irl he is firing Kifaji ASAP (but we all know he won’t 😭). Using King’s Roar, Leona renders his fake kingdom to sand… and Kifaji looks on so proudly 😭 telling Leona to go to “the place where he should be”… 😭 YOu’RW KIDDIng ME EiGHTvvvvv’nnnnn’nnnM!!!????

Leona reunites with the group and… asdbaislda sort of makes up with Ruggie? He asks for forgiveness but doesn't specify for what (I'm guessing for the sanding?). Ruggie jokes about adding "interest" to Leona's tab but ultimately forgives him.

WHOA, new Jack crying sprite?!?!?! (Like a tsun, he insists he is not crying.)

He thinks about the noble Leona in his own dream… and how terrible his senpai are irl… but Jack says he prefers the real Ruggie and Leona any day. He’s so happy they woke up him.

NUUUUUUuUyyUuUUUUUU 😭 RUGGIe - AnD LEOn a COMFORT CryING JACKKkKKKKKKKKKKK

After that, Ortho explains everything to Leona and Leona gloats a little about how he always thought Malleus would go and do something dumb like this. When Ortho invites Leona to join their party, Leona says he passes and would rather nap. He claims he’s exhausted cuz he saw sooo many unpleasant nightmares, so he’ll wait here ‘til everyone is ready to punch Malleus. Azul can handle things for him.

But then Ortho points out that Ruggie, Jack, and especially Azul took a lot of damage in his dream. Azul is battered quite a bit because he was busy dispatching royal guards! This guilts Leona enough for him to change his mind and join us.

Aaaand that’s if for this update!

Mmm... Part of me feels validated because many of the ideas I proposed in this analysis of Leona vs Falena's ruling styles were showcased in Leona's dream. For example, Leona disregarded public opinion, prioritized development without considering the input of advisors, and everyone grew to resent him because of that. When Tamashina Mina first came out, a common sentiment was siding with Leona and declaring that his plans would better the country + he would make a much better king that Falena when, clearly, development is a very delicate and not-so-easy thing to achieve... I'm glad that Twst took a realistic approach to this. That’s not to say I think Leona would really be a shit ruler or that things would get as bad as they do in his dream. I just don’t think he’s prepared to handle that presently. It’s good that he’s now focusing on graduating and he applied for that internship that will bo doubt help him gather the knowledge and skills he needs to help his country. If he keeps working hard, I’m sure he can be the sort of person that brings the rain to the savanna.

I thought the idea to pretend to be Cheka and return to claim the throne was interesting, but ultimately it went nowhere since Leona immediately knew it was a fake. This felt more like an excuse to have Ruggie and Jack use their mouse mandated UMs for the dream segments... I wish they had actually done more with this. Maybe I'm biased because I think Ruggie's fake Cheka voice was hilarious www

There were TONS of Lion King references in this dream, HOLY CRAP. AND LEMME TELL YOU, IW AS SLURPING IT ALL UP. Not because I like the movie (I think it's alright), BUT BECAUSE I'M AN AVID ZAZU X SCAR SHIPPER... (They're peak enemies to lovers, don't @ me) OTL (TO BE CLEAR THOUGH, I DO NOT SHIP LEONA AND KIFAJI. Please don't mix them up!!)

Speaking of Zazu and Scar!! It was cool to see Kifaji in the dream...! His role was so refreshing too. I loved that he wasn't actually hostile, protected us, and actively wanted Leona to "wake up" from this bad dream. I think that's so reflective of the real Kifaji too... He's stern on Leona but it's only because he cares for Leona's wellbeing and wants to see him at his best, not constantly brooding over what he cannot have. And the fact that dream!Kifaji knew all along it was a dream and wished so hard for Leona to wake from it... it implies to me that, for all the shit Leona slings at Kifaji, he actually relies on the old guy as a source of comfort. Kifaji was probably his one and only friend in the palace and one of the few people who continued to believe in him... BEST BIRD GRANDPA, HANDS DOWN.

I'm sliiiightly disappointed that Leona wasn't awake the entire time; this definitely felt like a missed opportunity but at least Idia addressed what he said back in book 6 and provided a reason for it (even if I think the reason is flimsy). This might be cope on my part, but I think... part of Leona's self-awareness came through in how dream!Kifaji manifested. Maybe, just maybe... that Kifaji is the one shred of hope Leona has left for himself... Not just the part of him that knows this is a dream, but also the part of him that believes he can change and be a truly "good" ruler... AGAIN, PROBABLY COPE BUT LET ME DREAM.

Another character I felt really shone this update (besides Kifaji) was JACK. This shocks me because I don't really like him as a character but MAN, did he shine... He was the one who noticed Leona is unhappy even within his own dream where he has everything he could ever want. He's the one who shouts at the dream!mobs that Leona isn't THEIR king, he's HIS dorm leader. ANKDBHLADBILAIBA ASND THEN HE CRIED AND GOT ALL TSUNDERE ABOUT IT... THE SENPAI RUSHED TO COMFOR T HIM AJKDHAKHAFVAFVOEFUQEFTLFIHAFLEFWTUEOFIYPAFOB THAT WAS ADORABLE!!!! 😭😭😭 This update and the last really showed me Jack's true appeal...

asbkhlabiylfailyveioyqegi I LOVE HOW HTHSJ UPADATE JUST ENDS WITH ELONA SAYING HE'S GOING TO FUCKING TAKE A NAP... but then he gets off his ass and joins us after everyone reminds him how tired the others are and how hard his underclassmen worked to get through to him. HE'S REALLY NOT BEAITN GHT E "I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE KIDS BUT I SECRETLY DO CARE ABOUT THE KIDS" ALLEGATIONS . CVL;,SKJ'NGD;OBGDBIEGIFQWVGUEQVQE UQEO YFy vao ygFWOI Vf OTL

Not sure if I 100% get why this part had to be update separate of Ruggie and Jack’s part…? I mean, Kifaji helping us out and Leona having some amount of self-awareness was nice but I don’t think it was major enough to warrant waiting another week to see.

Next up is Heartslabyul which is in early December. It’s coming up quickly!

[the-kr8tor]

hiii katy. i am officially obsessed with cowboy!hobie and i'm pretty sure i've read everything anyone has ever wrote about him at this point. so here i am asking for more. i have no thoughts - brain empty- but him using his lasso... so maybe? pretty please?

(hope you're having a magnificent day/night <3)

I'm glad you like cowboy! Hobie!! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x fem! reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cowboy au, wild west au, cw suggestive, cw food mentions, cw blood and injury. FLUFF

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The smoke from the campfire signals life from just under the cliff edge facing the raging rapids. Pink and orange hues illuminate the vast dusty plains of the west, tumbleweeds pass by with the blowing winds; and the quiet prevails with no one else but Hobie, his trusted horse, and hopefully you waiting under the belching grey smoke.

He fixes his hat on top of his head, piercings glimmering as he smirks triumphantly. Your cat and mouse chase has finally come to an end, all the running and hiding comes to a close when he spots your seated form next to the campfire. The fiery embers illuminate your features, shadows dancing on your pretty face, eyes shining under the destructive fire.

“I was waiting for you.” You flick your eyes over to his form, lips curling into an amused smile. “Your meal's getting cold.”

Hobie chuckles under his breath, the reins under his gloved hand tightens in his hold. “What's for supper?” His horse huffs, hoof kicking dirt and dust.

“Rabbit, specially caught for you. And some beans to remind you of your old country.” You stand up, dusting your pants.

He sucks in his teeth, eyes glancing over to the river nearby. “I don't miss the old country that much.” When his green eyes return over to you, you're sitting on your horse, grinning from ear to ear. His hands slowly reach for his lasso.

“Oh I'm sure you miss something.” You send him a flirty wink. “Me perhaps? Don't pretend you don't like the chase, Hobie.” Your horse neighs in agreement.

He smiles, a ghost of amusement flickering from his jade eyes. “You've had me runnin’ after you for about four months now, love. Sorry for not playin’ along today, just a bit tired is all.” He clicks his tongue to make his horse step closer to yours. His hand wraps around his lasso on his belt.

“Oh poor bounty hunter.” You coo sweetly.

“You know what happens next. You have to come with me, love.”

You feign a tired sigh, your grin says otherwise. “If you tried your luck tonight we would've done just that. Well, after dinner of course, I'm a romantic, you see.”

“I would have said yes but your three grand bounty makes me think twice.” Hobie tamps down a laugh, heat prickling his cheeks. He has found that you've had that effect on him. “You know me, job comes first.”

“That's too bad. Maybe on our next date then!” Rearing your horse, you make her kick the boiling pot, spilling its hot contents and the heated coal all over the ground, startling his poor horse. You leave him in the dust once again.

Hobie bites his lower lip to stop an excited guffaw from escaping. He follows quickly, right after he briefly calms his startled horse.

Wind nips at his cheeks as he jumps over broken down trees, dodges rocks and cliffs, and soon after, he sees your form in the distance. With victory already in his grasp, he takes his lasso, swinging it expertly over his head. Calculating his throw, he aims, lasso flying over head.

“Wha–!” The rope cinches around your torso, wrapping you in its rough hemp, making you fall off your horse harshly on the dusty ground. “Fuck! That hurt, Hobie!” Head throbbing, you hear footsteps running frantically towards you. Instead of meeting with the end of a pistol, you feel his warm hands gently hold you. “Ow. Was that necessary? I thought we had something going on, cowboy.”

Hobie takes his gloves off to examine your bleeding forehead. There's a cut just above your brow, but other than that, you're alright. He sighs in relief, hands still carefully holding you in place. If not for his lasso around you, you'd think your handsome bounty hunter actually cares for you.

“Sure, I'm alright, Hobie, nothing to be worried about.” You sarcastically say, one eye closed as blood ebbs from your cut down to your eyelids. “I just hit my head, no biggie—!” The second you meet with his worried eyes, you clamp down. Hands suddenly clammy, mouth turning dry, and stomach doing somersaults, you haven't seen him this close to you. His eyes are greener than anything you've ever seen, pools of the greenest of clovers; and face chiseled to perfection. He looks wonderous in this light. And surprisingly, he looks like he actually cares. “Shit.” You say under your breath, flirty exterior crumbling around his boots. Your voice wakes Hobie up from his lovestruck gaze.

He clears his throat, palms now hovering above your arms. “You look alright.”

Light lines up with his head, an orange halo appears, bathing him in its glow. “I think I have a concussion.” You swallow down your sudden bashfulness.

His brows furrowed, hand tentatively reaching for your chin to carefully check you again. “Does your head hurt?” His voice is soft, and his hand is warm and softer than you thought despite his callouses. You think it all adds to the mystery of the famous bounty hunter right in front of you.

His touch alone almost made you want to surrender. Almost.

You flutter your lashes, “do all the men back in England look just as good as you?”

Hobie lets out a chuckle. A simple act that has the butterflies in your stomach fly wildly. “Just a handful of us.”

“I'm lucky then.”

Hobie squeezes your chin, for a moment, a comfortable silence hangs in the air. You could sit there forever and just look at him. He feels the same way with his fingers brushing along your bottom lip. The river behind continues to flow, water crashing loudly against the rocky river beds just a jump away from the cliff behind you.

Suddenly, his horse neighs behind him. Popping the bubble of affection around the two of you. Hobie clears his throat, and you look away, flustered. He takes his hand off your chin to help you off your feet wordlessly. Tying the lasso around you, he keeps his hands to himself, or tries to as you watch him with your eyes that are practically shaped like hearts. A trait that is unheard of from a feared outlaw like yourself.

“I have to bring you in.” He sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

Arms bound to your sides, you tilt your head to meet with his downturned eyes. “D’you have to, hm, cowboy?”

Hobie straightens up, lifting your head up with his thumb pressing under your chin. He leans close, stealing the breath from your lungs. “I'm not a lawman. So I don't have to.”

You smile sweetly, “I hear a ‘but’ coming.”

Hobie chuckles deeply. “But three grand is enticin’.”

“More enticing than me?”

Hobie inhales sharply, as if he's trying to restrain himself. From doing what? You suppose you have to find out.

He makes a move to walk away to grab your horse, but you stop him with your hands grabbing at his belt buckle, fingers wrapped around the cold metal as you yank him closer to you. Your arms might be bound, but your hands remain free to your sides.

“Why don't you answer my question, cowboy?”

Hobie's eyes flick over to your hand, heart thudding loudly in his chest as he bracelets his fingers around your wrist. His thumb brushes along your pulse point, feeling your heart sync with his own.

“Because you'd love my answer to that, love. But my debts won't.”

Leaning close, you reach his lips with your own floating dangerously close above it. Briefly, you both stand there, indulging in each other's presence. Feeling like you two are the only people left in the whole world. A life with you flashes in the back of his mind. And your vision fills with only him.

With pursed lips, you slowly let go of his belt buckle. One finger at a time. “Okay then.”

Hobie feels like you've stolen his heart right there and then. Fitting well with an outlaw. Hell, he'd even let you keep it since your heart is in his grasp too.

“‘Okay?’”

You shrug, backing away. “Yeah, okay.”

“Just like that?” His fingers linger on your skin for a second. You're a mystery to him, a mystery he'd like to get to know better.

“Mm-hmm, just like that.”

Hobie blinks, shaking off his doubts. “Stay there.”

“Yep, staying right here, cowboy. Not going anywhere.”

With him walking off towards your horse to hitch it with his own, you waste no time to run off towards the edge of the cliff.

“Shit!” Hobie scrambles to get to you as you jump off. His fingers graze the ropes, and you even have the audacity to wink at him as you plunge down towards the cold water. He yells after you, watching the water with his quickening heartbeat, waiting for you to resurface. “Fuck!” Starting to take off his hat and jacket, he prepares to jump after you. “Hold on!”

Before he could dive, he sees you waving at him as the currents carry you downstream. He sighs in relief, muscles relaxing, chuckling to himself.

“See you later, cowboy!” You yell at him, floating down like you're having the time of your life. Blowing a kiss at him, your eyes stayed on him whilst he watched you go until he's barely a dot in your vision.

He hears your horse gallop away, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. His horse nudges him with his snout, huffing and puffing at him. You've won once again.

“See you later, love.”

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 6 (Azure Lion, Peng, Yellowtusk)

(I originally made my own design of Azure and Yellowtusk but wasn't quite happy with how they turned out so I scrapped them, the designs for those two I used in these edits were made by @/erraday_ on twt, with a few minor changes, but Peng's design is my own :) )

- He/Him

- Pansexual

- Snores so loud, it's insane, Yellowtusk once thought there was an earthquake

- Feels bad whenever he's steps on a ladybug, butterfly etc

- Gives everyone and everything giant bear hugs because he thinks if Yellowtusk can take it, so can everyone else (They cannot)

- Mei once gave him catnip as a joke and he went fucking feral, he's not allowed near catnip anymore

- His hair/fur is actually very soft and curly

- Thought he saw an old friend while out in public and hugged them, it was a stranger

- Wakes up Yellowtusk in the middle of the night to ask stupid questions

- The Brotherhood asked to hear his roar but he got really nervous last second and it ended up being really meek, they never let him forget it

- Coughed up a hairball once and Peng refuses to let him live it down

- Has eaten cat food before and would do it again

- Cannot do the splits and is too scared to try

- Gets really confused by modern slang, MK and Mei abuse the hell out of it because it's funny

- Whenever he's rough housing with people he accidentally hits a bit too hard

- Whenever he walks past anyone playing a game that involves a ball (football, basketball, netball, etc) he somehow always ends up getting hit in the head with it

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he wouldn't know what the fuck to do and would be really awkward cause he doesn't know how to interact with children, he'd be able to bond with Redson better when he becomes a teenager though

- No one gossips with him because he always ends up unintentionally outing someone about something

- Ate moldy food once by accident and freaked out, he was absolutely disgusted

- Hates horror movies but loves slashers

- Drinks mouthwash

- Smells like catnip (trust me guys)

- Love language is words of affirmation

- Has horrible bed head, his mane gets tangled really easily and he tosses around a lot at night so his mane takes hours to brush out

- Absolutely refuses to wear shoes, they hurt his feet (paws?)

- The type of person to cry over a movie about a dog getting lost and then finding its owner at the end

- Can somehow eat an entire goddamn buffet and not gain a single pound

- His face always scrunches up when he smiles

- Lost his balance on a hill and fell down like a tumbleweed once, Peng still brings it up

- They/He (Canon, Peng uses They/Them in the show but is exclusively referred to w/ He/Him in the sets)

- Nonbinary (Canon)

- Starts squaking when he laughs too much

- If you throw a blanket over their head he'll immediately fall asleep

- "look behind you but don't make it obvious" Looks behind him in the most exaggerated, obvious way known to mankind

- Stole food from Wukong's private stash for several months when the Brotherhood was all still together, Wukong still doesn't know

- Wukong gave them cooked chicken once as a joke but he actually liked it

- Constantly argues with Wukong about Macaque not being able to hold his own, yes it got physical

- Their wings have a bunch of scars from the amount of weapons and shit they block with them. Has to consistently clean their wings in order to keep them from getting too damaged, yes this includes softening and preening his feathers

- If they weren't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid they would tape him to the wall like that one meme and call it a day

- Bit off a person's finger once just to see if they could

- Doesn't shop, just steals

- "I hate you so fucking much" as he's handing the person a gift

-  Tried to draw on Wukong's face once but got wacked with his tail

- Absolutely HATES beetroot, will actually gag if he smells it

- Kicks over kids sand castles at the beach

- Can't stand small buzzing sounds

- "I'm not that competitive" is that competitive

- Claims you can trust them with anything but will snitch the second they know it will benefit them

- Probably threatened to eat someone's baby once

- Goes to playgrounds to trip kids

- Smells like Lavender, it just feels right

- Love language is words of affirmation and acts of service

- Has tried sleeping upside down like a bat multiple times

- Hardcore wine aunt vibes

- Had a bunch of ducklings accidently imprinted to him and they followed Peng for hours

- You'd have to pin this bird down to get them to eat collyflower

- Jokingly pushed Azure off a cliff once then remembered they're the only member of the Camel Ridge Trio that can fly

- They have full on concerts at like 3 am, has woken up Azure on multiple occasions

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Is the calmest one in the Brotherhood

- He uses Peng's head as an armrest sometimes

- He and DBK were actually quite close, he knew and accepted that DBK was in love with a celestial but was very surprised to see they ended up having a child

- Very poor eyesight but doesn't like wearing his glasses because Peng made a joke about them once saying he looked like a grandma

- Uses ":3" and ":D"

- Loves soap opera's

- Hates seafood

- Peng once tricked him into eating fish nuggets once and he still hasn't fully forgiven them

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he would definitely be the most responsible one, and probably Redson's favourite uncle

- Eats a snack then forgets he ate it and will bet frustrated when he can't find it

- The therapist of the Camel Ridge Trio, and probably of the whole Brotherhood in the past as well

- Was the only one who felt bad about imprisoning the Demon Bull Family since he and DBK were very close

- He also reprimanded Peng for when they pinned and scratched Redson with their claws after they left the Demon Bull Palace (he's the protective uncle, trust me guys)

- Hates getting hiccups, he despises the feeling and it gives him heartburn

- Wakes up at ungodly hours just to raid the fridge

- Heard a story about a bug crawling in someone's ear while they slept and has worn earplugs to bed ever since

- Loves apples

- Smells like Lilies

- Love language is gift giving

- Is really big on safety, would be the type of person to make sure everyone is wearing their seat belts before the car is even turned on

- Actually really good at cooking

- Makes the best chocolate chip pancakes ever

- Is the kind of person who assumes everyone tells eachother everything and accidently exposes someone because he thought everyone else knew about it already

- Always hears things wrong but doesn't wanna ask anyone to repeat themselves

- Has the most elegant ass handwriting you will ever see, somehow

- The peacemaker of the Brotherhood,  they all would've disbanded way sooner if it wasn't for him

- Uses his trunk as a snorkle when swimming or sleeping underwater (elephants actually do this irl, I just thought it was cute)

[the-lonelyshepherd]

tell me abt your OCs please🙏 including the horses you draw them so prettyyy

HIII HI HI

gonna do a simple overview of main two and their horses for now

evelyn sinead “shay” murphy

first (and a half?) generation american. her father immigrated from ireland and her mother’s parents from ireland and england.

youngest sibling of five daughters. all the others are already adults and out of the house, she’s 17/18 range.

her family started out poor, only recently got pretty wealthy

personality wise she’s very silly - kinda excitable, talkative but in a very nervous energy type of way. like a chihuahua or something. she kinda spaces out a lot or is off in her own world and jumps from thing to thing really fast without a lot of regard for others (not on purpose, she just doesn’t notice). overall she just really wants to be wanted - she’d bleed for anyone if they held her the right way.

fun fact: she likes fishing

othello - shay’s horse

when shay was younger her whole family had two horses between the seven of them. after their recently accumulated wealth, she gets her own - a top of the line tenessee walking horse. she names him othello after the title of some fancy play her father bought to make the house look more distinguished for guests. she thought the name was cool.

othello is a fucking bitch to literally anyone but shay (and later catalina and tumble). he’s really loyal but can get overtly defensive sometimes. very quiet, just stands there menacingly. we love him though. he’s really tall.

catalina “cat” “tilly” “lina” “bird” osorio

mexican-american, family has been in america for forever (she has some portugese heritage mixed in though)

nickname haver. almost everyone calls her something different. she lives with her aunt and uncle, two cousins and younger brother. they work as ranch hands for hire, and help on cattle drives. occasionally her cousins will pick up odd jobs and rope her into them.

she’s generally pretty quiet but is actually pretty funny sometimes. she’s constantly seen as “the responsible one” out of her family, but it really just stems from a constant worry that she’s not good enough and that she doesn’t want to cause problems. daydreams a lot, kinda anxious, tired a lot because she has sleep problems.

fun fact: really likes birds. can identify them and draws them a lot

tumbleweed “tumble” - catalina’s horse

descended from some of the first horses on the osorio family’s farm, tumble is a mutt of a horse, but she’s perfect for any job you would need on a ranch. she does get distracted a lot though - she’s pretty playful which doesn’t always bode well for a horse her size.

she wasn’t supposed to be named tumble - catalina wanted to name her first horse something cool, like trigger or hawk. but when tumble was born her legs were a little too long and her tawny roan color made her look like a tumbleweed. so after a while the name stuck.

that’s just a basic overview of the main two and their horses but if you have any more questions lmk!! this was pretty short for each of em i tried to leave it open ended

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

desertwalkers- baby rattler

"Stupid tumbleweed." Riven pouted, kicking another rock out of her path. The Hex Witch had created a beautiful pair of chakrams, all dainty and pretty with enchantments but oh-so-deadly. Riven had fallen in love with the weapons, her fingers itched to pick them up. To have proper chakrams again to dance, to let the magic in her blood fly free once more...But it was the Hex Witch. She was expensive. Thus, Riven's need for extra money.

Technically. The brunette huffed, shaking her head.

No. Her bridal trousseau and the jewelry that had been her dower--those were all stuffed into her spell-warded travel chest. Those were strictly for emergencies. Or when things cooled down that nobody would blink at the rich silks and satins, laces and linens, or the sparkling gemstones showing up in pawnshops...and Riven wouldn't be questioned for having a little bit extra pocket money. She was only two weeks into her arrival at Stonewood, if she went around dropping gil like ceruleum she'd get eyes clapped squarely onto her. So for right now, it'd be stupid to touch the lot. And given the conversation she and Sebastian had upon their arrival with Mz. Gohtawyn, Riven was determined to prove she wasn't stupid.

Maybe the traveling circus needs extra hands. The thought cheered the Tonawawtan woman up. She still had a little bit of lunch-time left, she could go right on over and ask! But before Riven could continue her train of thought, her path took her into the way of something hard like rock and covered in fabric. With a cry she stumbled backward, falling down again on her ass..

"Ow!! What the--" The obstacle turned. Riven trailed off, blinking. She'd collided with a man dressed all in black and silver, with what looked like a bayonet-style gunblade on his back. A frown crossed the stranger's features as he looked down at Riven. Riven stared back up at him. Then she gasped as fingers roughly seized her by one of her upper arms and yanked her to her feet.

"Ow!"

"Look at this one, boss!" A pink-haired Tonawawtan man also dressed in black leered at the brunette.

"Looks like there's a new whore in town! She's a cutie pie! You think they've been hidin'-AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!" A high-pitched scream filled the air as the toe of one of Riven's boots collected solidly with the man's groin. His grip loosened, and Riven broke free, watching as he fell down howling. With a screech, Riven lifted her foot.

"Don't touch me again!!!" This time her foot came down with all the force she could muster. The howl that escaped the man made the fast-forming group of onlookers cringe.

"Holy sheeeet!"

"Gods damn!"

"Little bit's got some spice!" A drunken Hhetsarro cheered. Riven turned on a heel and stomped away, fuming. Hoots and cat calls followed her.

"Hey Doc! Can ye fix that?!"

"Can't do nothing for smashed sausage and cracked eggs." Mathye commented, shaking his head as more laughter rippled through the crowd.

[boompowummmm]

Invader Zim Fanfic Part 2

(Zim is female in this. Just something to get rid of pictures looming around. Enjoy!)

(Audio read aloud.)

However, like the flaes of poppyseed Jupiter... she was ..FAR nyopon sweian Yeddish. Zim lived in Amicaliance. Zim was ready to estivate in evagation in the callosity of times; blasé. Raffle Ticket Garbanza was promising.

A mere talismen; sock of potatos. - ᝰiᥫ᭡! Zim bemused as he looked at Gaz's necklace across the cafeteria. Dandrines of panque potent coffee looking substance on the walls. 🧱 Still it looked...

🕶 Foreboading, suitable for death. Haha, how cherubic. Zim looked at it's need.

This was no probate alloy (I mix the death alloy to the living.) to such creatures, no. 

Blast the ante rgb. Zim blew a ghasket which blew out his nuvoles. 😤

My heart afrit and afreet alecking; ambling around town.. around these creatures. Aquit, abaft, or adaxial. Loftily abscind: to sever. On adge moutain's adret. What am I doing caring about human decorum?! Zim said adsumnous. 😡 No rustic seralioutious flare would be known other than adment adroitly seved uniform.

She was adroit; in acrimony. 

That was to no ain. She was chafted. Oh the indignitous insabordination. 

Zim's stomach grumbled talen for substence. Oh the space rations!! Imbuing through. "You and your scuttlecraft; in space comoliance commixtion." Dib mocked. Zim sighs in a fret beyond her build, "This is getting old Dib." "Oh so you talk normally now; SPACE - BOY! How do you tell?"

Vehelmly; lofty fruit of the loom crossed her mind. "Petuently, I uh..." *Zim realizes it's Dib she is talking to.* "That's not a girl's wig."

*Zim sweats and pulls out a bow from behind her back. And puckers it just so.* "Enough with my amenities. *A startled cat set off firecrackers in the yard.*💥 Go away bully. 🤥"

🐻‍❄ Caught in bear-trap eyes, it's bunion a bunchuous townciling cot deep in cottaridge. Their eyebrows twitched like catapillars in an agog. Wusarful breaths in falteration.

Dib lit a small hay -bail tufted on a misplaced wishbone like cotton - candy. "Ready for movie night at school?"

Dib blialed the moonbat tunsnip looking as if he was a rezlet burning a witch. 🔥"Oh web of cornucopia, corncoped, parniped, mirange! Tumbleweed of death!" Zim hissed. The cornucoped building tinseled with ambiant buffcant FROOT7BOOT. 🍄It looked like a wish - bone dico - ball dresils with fruity orange beads spattering on it's ends.

All of a sudden the energy, whitch was a leftover bincle set aflame, transformed into a cafeteria goo that looked like a bat.

Wind chimes blew to the odd summonings.

"Huh?" Dib asked in an iota." Reprevie my soul." It quaked. The room flashed to pastel kidcore colours.

Then to tide dye vibrancy.

The whensper faliciously trying to build sqempton, he was a tyosp of rulop'n pipiant dancing on monbats mirth,... tossed down a peice of fabric.

"This was the tunsnip coffin hatch ⚰️ of a woman I killed. Warm like bottom of ainkling coffee pot bottom that she was in. She was a rich woman. Reprevie my soul." "You mean a witch?" Dib asked. Zim swooned at the thought of the witch to the past - tense clever web. " 🥀 Oh such crippiling eloibroance. Finishing dvits with agusto. *Waved a hand for magic.* Ambrosal."

"Can I get a wish - bone?" Zim laughed

"No." They both adversaled and snuffed out the demon. 👿

[sweetfirebird]

Pets

I am posting these all out of order but whatever it's December and my mind is just rushing wind and tumbleweeds right now.

Anyway. Next up in the charity prompts:

Moggot donated very kindly and asked for Trenne meeting a cat. Which is obviously very funny so of course I made it just a tiny bit sad as well.

Content tags: uh the Sha attitude toward the hurat. The human attitude toward Trenne with his ears. Lonely and a bit sad bb Trenne. Not exactly spoilers for Taji From Beyond the Rings but... will it make sense if you haven't read that? I wonder. Trenne and this universe belong to me, and all that.

Pets

Trenne desired to center himself so that the others on his team would not notice his discomfort at traveling over water in this way. He had never been on a boat, although he had seen some in his life before the I.P.T.C. He had also never been flown through the air in his time before he joined the humans and left his home, his planet, forever, and he had learned to deal with that, so the motions of boat-over-water would become acceptable with time, he was certain. But he would have preferred to grow accustomed to it quickly so that the humans on his team would not find discomfort amusing.

Their amusement was not cruel, in most cases. They took amusement in many things done even by other humans. But I.P.T.C. was Trenne’s chance to be something other than hurat, and he did not know how to react to human teasing.

Centering himself would have helped calm him, but the boat did not have space for him to move freely. It barely had room for him to move. So he tried to content himself with sitting on the small cot given to him as a bunk for the duration of this journey and using the Data Device the I.P.T.C. had given him during his first assignment to learn more of the ways of both humans and the places they lived.

The engine of the boat made noise. So did the water it moved through, and the warm rain outside, and the members of his team scattered around the boat wherever there had been space to set up cots.

Humans were in many ways easier to deal with than those Trenne had known in his own world. They had their own worries and complaints and angers toward one another, but they did not know Sha, or hurat. They bonded as easily as the stories about them suggested… but they were loud. Trenne could not help but flatten his ears a little to muffle the noises they made as they spoke and ate and cleaned themselves and expressed every emotion they had without consequence.

For all of that, for how wild even the quietest of the humans around Trenne would seem to those in the empire of Trenne’s birth, they had come from other places, and like him, were new to many things. So they might tease, as was their way, but they did not always assume the worst of him. Possibly because they did not know hurat. Or possibly only because Trenne was of a greater size than them.

He gave them no reason to fear him, regardless of their reasons, and tried to accept their teasing if he felt it was meant…

Kindly. That was what humans would say. If it was without malice.

The boat moved, a gentle swaying motion that nonetheless made Trenne want to go outside to look at the water so he could predict how the boat would move next. But they had days yet to travel, so he made himself be still.

This place was a small planet according to his superiors. His team were headed to a remote base where they would be bored for several months, also according to his superiors. But some local ally of the I.P.T.C. wanted protection from those who they—he, Trenne reminded himself--a human gender marker of ‘male’ status with no other indicators attached—claimed were against I.P.T.C. interference.

That was possible. It was also possible that he lied. The ability and desire to lie was a trait humans and the Sha shared.

But it was not Trenne’s place to question, so he did not. Not aloud. He kept his thoughts to himself, as humans said, a habit conditioned into him since his earliest years.  

Much like calming himself with breathing so that no emotion would show through his actions, which he greatly wished to do now.

Instead, he sat on his cot, which faced another cot, currently unoccupied, along a narrow hall in the middle of the boat, and pulled out his Data Device.

He removed his earlier information searches in order to look through the games, which he found useful when he needed to pretend that he was not paying attention to the others around him.

A whisper, a hint of a sound made him pause. He kept his attention on the screen of the DD but tried to assess the sound and where it had come from. When it did not reoccur, he assumed it was a consequence of the rain hitting the boat. He chose a game of bintoh, then stopped when the noise occurred again.

He turned his ears toward the source of the sound, then raised his head to find it with his eyes.

An animal sat on the other cot, staring at him.

Because Trenne had heard Delayn and the others name it earlier, he knew this animal was a cat. Trenne had searched for information on cats shortly afterward, in his first moments alone. Cats belonged to what humans called a “family” which was a different family than the ones of blood and close relations that humans claimed. Felidae was the family of categorization, and it held cats of many sizes and colors.

Humans had brought cats with them across the stars. The smaller ones, like this one, were popular and “loved.” Humans kept them with them in their homes, as “pets.”

Humans did such things. They would bond with anything, and with no one else human or sentient around, turned to animals for companions.

Cats seemed a strange choice, to Trenne, although the small ones were obviously less dangerous than the big ones. The information on them said they were predators and efficient hunters. So efficient that their presence was restricted in most places because of the damage they caused to local animal groups. This cat was wearing a collar, probably as a device to keep it on board the boat and out of trouble.

Trenne considered this cat, a “domestic pet” the information had claimed. It was certainly used to humans and their loudness. Nearly everyone on Trenne’s team had stopped to touch the cat and speak to it the way humans spoke to their children.

They had also paused upon realizing Trenne had never seen such an animal before and teased him. He hoped with human affection.

The cat, they had said, must be a long-lost sibling of his.

Trenne had no siblings that he knew of, but eventually had understood their humor when the cat had reacted to their laughter.

The cat’s name—humans, being humans, named their pets—was Boots. For the four white feet—paws—Trenne assumed, since boots were shoes and the white spots resembled those. It was covered in fur except for its nose and eyes, the fur striped and dotted in many shades, reminding Trenne of the place he had left behind. Boots also had large eyes which saw better in the dark than in the light, according to the DD, and sensitive ears, with hearing better than a human’s. The ears were atop its head, roughly triangular, with tiny wisps of fur at the crest. They turned to follow sounds as Trenne’s did.

Trenne wondered how the cat felt to have its home periodically filled with noisy, mostly human soldiers with much heavier boots than its own.

The others had referred to the cat with a human gender marker—she—but Trenne was not certain that this was meant the way humans meant it for each other, and so settled on it, which was insufficiently informative but hopefully nonoffensive.

Boots been stroked and touched by everyone earlier, so perhaps it found the noise worth it. Humans, for all their destruction, showed affection nearly constantly: to each other, to their favorite possessions, to small animals they let live in their homes.

The domestic pet cats got food, shelter, and that affection. Boots had basked in it, purring. A sound Trenne had heard clearly from some distance away, so he’d read about that too.

Boots regarded him with interest now as it hadn’t that morning. Cats did not understand words as such, Trenne had read. They could not converse but would at times make sounds for humans to imitate what humans did. They understood tone and intent, and associated word sounds with certain things or events.

The information had not mentioned their emotions, if any, although the others has behaved as though purring meant happy.

“Boots,” Trenne greeted the creature at last, perhaps as he should have with the others that morning. He kept his voice down, but the cat heard, its ears swinging forward and staying there. Interested, Trenne would have said, if speaking of someone from his world with ears like that.

Trenne let one of his ears track the sounds from the rest of the boat. Murmurs from elsewhere. Splashes of water at semi regular intervals against the side of the boat. Their sergeant, a few rooms away, complaining about something.

Opposite him, the cat’s ear flicked in the same direction, although it did not look away from Trenne.

Trenne pulled his ears forward again, attentive. “You do not purring.” He paused, then sternly corrected himself. “You are not purring. I offend you?”

He felt somewhat foolish—human, to talk to the cat this way. The cat would not understand. Not words. But Trenne knew other ways of speaking.  

He swung his ears slightly outward, hoping to indicate he was not alarmed by the cat’s presence. Which he was not. The cat was a predator but so was he, and he was much larger.

Perhaps his size alarmed the cat, so he also slid slightly down the wall at his back, keeping his ears relaxed as he did.

The pupils of the cat’s eyes became very large. Its tail twitched at its side. Then it opened its mouth to display its teeth—or yawn.

Humans yawned. Trenne had not read far enough to know if cats also yawned.

If it had been a display of teeth, Trenne must have threatened it. He put down his Data Device and rested his hands at his sides.

Boots pricked up its ears once again, then with no warning leapt from the far cot to Trenne’s.

Trenne turned to observe and keep the cat in sight. The cat knew it was being watched, glancing up to meet Trenne’s stare as it stepped with great care, and probably silently to human ears, to Trenne’s knee, where it flopped over onto his side, exposing its stomach and vulnerable places.

Trenne realized his ears had gone flat with alarm and straightened them before anyone might walk by and see.

He had not read far enough to learn if cats knew fear, either, although they must. Everything did, surely. Everything with brains enough to recognize dangers. Yet someone—something—that had felt fear would not lie down in such a way, so it must not.

Perhaps, Trenne suddenly suspected, the pet cat had only experienced what humans called love here on this boat, and so had learned to expect “pets” and not danger or cruelty.

Boots turned to look at Trenne again, then slowly closed its eyelids before reopening them. A soft life Boots had. A hunter who did not hunt, who was fed and shown affection until that was what it expected, even from Trenne. 

Trenne glanced around, but no one was nearby to laugh at the hurat, so he carefully, slowly, moved one hand as he had witnessed the others do, running his palm down the length of the cat’s back.

The fur was pleasing to feel. The cat’s body was warm, warmer than a human’s body temperature. It blinked slowly at Trenne before curling into a ball, leaving part of its back pressed to Trenne’s thigh.

Trenne attempted another stroke—a pet for a pet. Humans named their creatures for what humans did to them but the pets didn’t seem to object. Boots did not. Boots rolled over again, putting its face to Trenne’s leg. Its breath was warm too, its heart faster than a human’s but much quieter.

Trenne rested his palm over some of the markings, familiar and strange, and then felt the rumble a fraction of a second before he heard the sound. Purring.

Humans were free with their affection, Trenne reflected again, but others might not mind. Others might like it and grow used to it.

Trenne’s ears went flat again, but he continued to move his hand, gently stroking the length of Boots’ back so the low, soothing noise of purring would continue. He liked it. It indicated comfort and pleasure.

“A soft life,” Trenne sound aloud again, although he was not certain that soft was an adjective to be used in that way. Trenne was possibly incorrect, but to the cat, it was simply more noise, so it did not matter.

Perhaps that was the purpose of a pet. That, and soothing purring, and a warm body next to his.

[oldkamelle]

Do you have a fav domination line from each of the mercs? If not, any fav voice lines in general?

ah piss. i didn't see that you said "from each of the mercs" and i thought it said just fav domination line. two hours have gone by and i have already gone through all the domination voice lines one by one eliminating them bracket style, tearing my heart trying to choose between my favourite cunts. sorry about that mate.

alright i tried but i could only boil down my favourite to two favourites

the first one it just makes him sound like a smart alec. a smile on his face that's almost basically a smirk. eyebrows raised up, eyes half lidded, face all calm. it makes me ball up my fists in anger. i want to bonk him on the head.

seconds ones cute condensation(cant remember the actual word right now)

i love engie. anyway. the mp3 tournament was relentless to my soul so here are the dumb thoughts that passed through my head like a tumbleweed

all the damn voice lines of demo and soldier trying to hide their friendship are just a nail to my heart, fellas. they're the only true soulmates this world has seen and will ever see. doesn't matter if its platonic or romantic, they love each other in a way none of us ever will another being.

also, the damn line from soldier where he goes "i have something to tell you about the engieneer (!!!!)! call me later pal": they're the resident shit talkers of teufort. its 11;45 pm, you go downstairs to the 'kitchen' to get some water and you hear soldiers hushed screaming as he relays to demo the new armchair spy got. then he hears the floorboard creek cuz you walked in and he shouts at the phone that this is the last reminder for the night about how much he hates the red demo before hanging up violently (later he goes outside and uses a flashlight to tell demo he's sorry in morse code)

engie has so many lines that are just puns. i need to see more of that and i need to incorporate that in anything i do with him

demo loves solly. he's supportive of him and his interests

ick bean,,, bilingual rocket boy

not gonna lie this is just kinda cute… the lilt he gets in his voice at the end <3 (demosoldier parents + scout propaganda)

also very much cute why haven't i heard this one before. could be used in a engiesoldier fic or smth

that last line is him complaining after demo made them and scout go about trick or tricking all the others in the base

spy in the maid costume, cat ears on, sitting by the kitchen table, one leg over the other, after pushing snipers half finished beer bottle off the table

[01zfan]

movie

actor!wonbin x screenwriter!reader | 6.6k words

actor!riize strikes again.

contains: secret relationship, protected sex, public displays of affection

[instiz] PARK WONBIN HAS BEEN DISTRACTED LATELY?

I feel like we haven’t seen Park Wonbin as much lately on SNS. He is the type to give fans an update everyday, and he also has multiple sponsorships and brand deals. Celebrities manage their SNS for postings like that, so it’s odd he hasn’t posted in nearly a week. Is there something wrong with him?

He must be working on a new movie.

Maybe he’s too busy with his screenwriter girlfriend to post.

> The two are close friends, it’s freaking annoying you girls get on here and pretend they’re together.

>> He was seen yesterday at her house. That must mean something.

>>> She is working on a new movie. Maybe he’s in it.

Park Wonbin most likely doesn’t manage his SNS. Maybe his manager has nothing to post.

Maybe he has nothing to post besides lovestagrams.

> Ones his author girlfriend took.

>> Haha. Freaking hilarious

I miss seeing his face. Park Wonbin please post soon.

Wonbin knew that reading every single article with his name in the title was a bad idea. He had the terrible habit of wanting to know what other people were thinking of him at all times, even if the thoughts weren’t always good. 

His therapist compared it to picking a scab. The more you mess with it, the worse it gets and it never heals, something to that effect. Wonbin found it easier to banish the older man’s analogies when he was mid-session, but it was impossible to do so when he felt that familiar sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Things that even hinted at being negative always felt like a stab in the chest. Cheap jabs to his acting style and assumptions made about him based on the character he played always had him rolling his eyes to cover up the sense of indignation and pain that raised through him. No matter how much it bothered Wonbin he couldn't help it. He always picked at the scab no matter how painful it was, exposing himself time and time again to the unfiltered opinions of people on the internet. 

“Wonbin.”

His managers voice pulled him away from his phone. He instinctually cleared out the webpage from his recent apps before turning off the phone completely. His manager eyed him in the rearview mirror, like he already knew what he was looking at. They have had their fair share of conversations about how it was damaging and distracting to read about people’s thoughts of him online. But Wonbin was a creature of habit and curious like a cat with the Internet at his fingertips, what else could he do? 

“You really shouldn’t be reading that stuff.” Wonbin’s manager said.

Wonbin looked around the dark parking lot of the movie theater through the tinted glass of the van. The mall used to be packed and lively, even on a weeknight. Wonbin remembers long before the fame that this was the place to be. With Auntie Anne's and twenty dollars him and his friends would spend all day hopping from store to store. Now, because of online shopping there were tumbleweeds even during the weekends, even during the ridiculous sales.

The parking lot being completely empty on a Wednesday night was no surprise. Regardless, Wonbin considered it to be everyone else’s loss to miss the half-priced tickets and the quiet atmosphere of the abandoned mall.

Wonbin did a quick survey of the area. The occasional lamp post in the parking lot was the only light source this time of the night, but it was obvious the place was empty. The only car that wasn’t in the employee parking was the tinted Mercedes Benz in front of the entrance to the theater. Wonbin slid on his sunglasses and secured his hat on his head. He pushed his hair underneath the brim of his hat and brought his hood from his jacket to rest on top of it. The final touch was his black mask, he creased the metal band to form over his nose. 

“All good things.” Wonbin checked his appearance in the reflection of his window to make sure all of his distinguishable features were hidden. His manager huffed from the front seat the same time he pulled his sideburns from his hat. “Mostly good things.” He corrected.

Admittedly, the perception of him had changed for the better. Back when Wonbin first came onto the scene hate posts used to flood his timeline. He used to sit in his makeup chair and blink tears away, wondering why so many people hated him. 

Sometime around the press run for his second movie people’s opinion of him changed. A movie about the connected but not so connected stories of three sort of friends ended up becoming a modern day cult classic. There was award show buzz, Wonbin’s name was in the mill for upcoming projects. His performance in the movie that was a chaotic slice of human life changed the opinion of him overnight. He was the hated pretty boy with no range to an indie movie darling. He was praised for his pretty face and his commitment to acting and he actually had people defending him in troll posts now. 

“You should thank your director.” His manager said from the front sear.

Wonbin nodded and pressed the overhead button. The sliding door began opening with a slow start, and Wonbin looked to the driver seat as he grabbed his bag beside him.

“And screenwriter.” He added.

Wonbin couldn’t stop himself from smiling. His manager was burning holes in the side of his head as he turned to face the empty parking lot.

“Yes. The screenwriter, too.” His manager said tensely.

Despite the hesitancy, it was true. The movie wouldn’t have been possible without the cast and crew behind it, but the movie wouldn’t even exist if there wasn’t someone to write it. Before the red carpets and the interviews there was a well written character attached to a story that Wonbin felt immense pressure to execute perfectly. Without your vision and your words he wouldn’t be here, ignoring the warnings of his manager as he adjusting his coat on his shoulders.

Wonbin looked at the time on his phone and then to the entrance of the theater.

“I’ll call you when I’m done.” He said.

Wonbin could tell his manager wanted so bad to tell him to get back in the car. But Wonbin was unfortunately an adult. He understood where he was coming from, a place of worry and not wanting his client to endanger his image with the press. But he also had the smartest media team in the world, and he wasn’t reckless. 

For the most part.

“Thank you.” Wonbin said sincerely. 

When he went back into the van slightly his manager made eye contact with him. He nodded knowingly, muttering something about being careful before closing the sliding door and leaving the parking lot entirely. He watched the car drive away for a second. The paved parking lot with the faded lines was daunting with only him standing there. Underneath the lamp post it seemed like the paparazzi could be anywhere, huddled in the darkness with the safety of the bushes snapping pictures with their fancy cameras with gigantic lenses.

But no one was here. No one was here, but there was someone waiting inside. Wonbin shook off his nerves by bringing his coat in close to his body and began walking towards the entrance.

Wonbin went to the only door of the four that didn’t have a sign that read BROKEN attached to it. He never understood how doors could break, he also never understood how so many things in this mall seemed to be broken. Each time he came back it seemed to be in even worse condition. The arcade carpet that was most likely installed in the 90’s was frayed and bared holes from constant foot traffic. Half of the games in the arcade didn’t work. Street Fighter had been out of commission the longest. The joystick was missing and the screen had a crack that made the repeated animation flicker with static. Three more arcade games had a sign that read OUT OF ORDER since the last time Wonbin was here. Dance Dance Revolution was the saddest loss. He enjoyed playing that game while waiting for his manager to pick him up. The machines only served the purpose now to light the path from the arcade to the movie theater.

Wonbin walked silently across the carpet on the purple and pink fluorescent path. He passed by the three skeeball games, the one in the middle had a ball permanently stuck in the bullseye. He walked by the ticket game that had a white flashing sign begging him to play. He knew this rundown place too well. He knew that it hadn't change for the better in the past decade, that it was arguably the worst theater in town. Wonbin also knew that he had a connection to this place causing him to spend every Wednesday nights here.

Maybe when the money from his ambassadorships and movies roll in he’ll fix the place up. He’ll name the theater room after himself and put the picture of him getting ready to see the first movie he ever starred in framed outside. He had big plans for himself and this place, he would love to see it brought back to life if it isn’t already dead by then. 

What matters the most is that the movie theater is still almost completely functional. Yes the popcorn machine either burns the popcorn or leaves them as kernels, but Wonbin believes that is a user error more than anything. Yes they downsized from five screens to two, but that just means those remaining two are ran extremely well and are always clean. And Yes, they only accept cash because of course the card reader is always broken. But that gives Wonbin the excuse to give the workers more money than necessary and lets him not leave behind a digital paper trail from swiping his card.

The most important part is that the theater is still up and running and is now one of the only places you two can meet in private. 

He sees you before you see him, sitting with the popcorn bucket in your lap and movie tickets clutched in your hand as you squint your eyes to read the time on the analog clock. You pull down your mask to feed yourself popcorn just to grimace at the taste. You lather more of the seasoning and butter on top, Wonbin already knows you’re trying to drown the burnt taste with butter and flavored dust. 

You see him when you pull your mask back up to look around the area. Wonbin sees you shoot up so fast some popcorn falls to the floor. He can tell you’re smiling beneath the mask and he does too, so wide and happy it aches the apples of his cheeks. You two close the distance and Wonbin pulls your closer and tighter, until you let out an almost pained sigh and tap on his arm.

“You’re gonna crush me.” 

Wonbin pulled away from you then, letting some popcorn fall to the floor as you readjusted the hat on your head. Wonbin mirrored your movements, pulling his mask up his face and offering his hand to hold your popcorn.

For a moment you two stood on the worn carpet of the movie theater in silence. The sound of arcade machines could be heard from next door, the two employees behind the concession stand stared at you two for a moment before going back to their conversation. The silence made it hard to define whatever this was happening between the two of you. Hiding from the paparazzi and recognition behind masks and layers of clothes. Still pretending deep down you two were just colleagues who got along well. You two took the time to stare at eachother, knowing that in the public eye you two really couldn’t do more than spare eachother quick glances.

Then the moment passed. You smiled and held the tickets to Wonbin’s face, showing him which movie you two would be seeing tonight. He smiled as he read the name of the movie, and then his smile dropped when he realized what you two would be watching.

“This movie? Really?” Wonbin asked.

You nodded and turned, making it past the stand when the employee punched your ticket. Wonbin watched the worker focus on him for a second too long before pointing down the carpeted hallway.

“Theater on your left.” She said, still looking at Wonbin.

You kept walking, reaching behind you to wrap your arm around Wonbin’s. He was pulled off by you as you brought him closer, reaching across his body to grab popcorn.

“Usually we watch—“ Wonbin tries to think of the kindest way to say what he’s thinking of. He can’t think of anything, even when you hum to let him continue and you two stand in front of the open door of the theater. “More refined movies.” He says finally.

“A blockbuster cleanses the pallet.” You nudge him as you both look to the title card above the door. “Don’t be a snob, Bin.”

Even when Wonbin has more to say against this movie, he follows you inside once you go in. The theater is empty, just as it always is. You two ignore the assigned seating on the ticket and go to the middle of the theater. Wonbin watches you sit down first before he settles in. He waits until you take off your mask and cap before he does the same.

“Just thought we’d be seeing something about your next project is all.” Wonbin leans in close and whispers in your ear, even if it’s only the trailers and you two are in the theater alone. 

He thinks it’s a habit, one he doesn’t realize he has until you speak in a normal volume.

“Maybe I am doing a movie like this for my next project.” You point towards the screen that projects a high tension fight in the middle of a crowded area. "All the explosions and high profile actors."

You pick up more popcorn, the rapidly changing scenes of the trailer makes it hard for Wonbin to tell if you’re serious or not. A large explosion projects onto your face as you look down to grab your next piece of popcorn.

“Have you ever thought of working on a movie with a budget like this?” You asked.

Wonbin looked to the extravagant movie on the screen, the promise that next summer when it'd be released would be an entertaining one. He shrugged and leaned back in his seat. The cracks in the vinyl rub against his arm. The air conditioning unit broke last week, making the theater warmer than the hallway outside. Wonbin already could feel his clammy skin stick to the seat.

“I’ve considered it.” He said.

There was more money and exposure in the blockbusters his agents tried booking him for. But each time he entertained the thought of working on a bigger project he felt something pulling him back to the indie scene. He liked the stories that were being told with the smaller studios, he liked the intimacy of having a small cast and crew. Wonbin also found that he was becoming a better actor through smaller work. Chasing larger scale gratification fell short when he realized he was growing as an actor through the challenging indie movies. He had more to lose, he reached a point where he was no longer relying on his face but his talent as well. 

Maybe it was a bad idea to stick to the smaller movies. Wonbin knew that there were pros and cons to each side, but it was hard to see the negative in sitting at a table and recognizing everyone face. He enjoyed sitting at the table for script readings and the number of people fitting on his hands. He liked the that the Production Assistants weren’t afraid to call him by his first name and that they already knew what drinks and snacks he preferred. He liked the rapport he had with his production company and the feeling of going to the smallest conference room on the studios lot instead of the large rooms that had to have an OWL webcam while the director was God knows where filming for another movie.

He liked looking across the table and seeing you. Looking up to you locked in on the script, mouthing along the words that his future costars were reading from. 

“But I prefer smaller studios.” Wonbin said.

He couldn’t miss the smile you tried to hide behind another piece of popcorn.

Wonbin had to be a little biased. There was a rumor in the mill that he was impartial to any project you worked on. 

Calling it a rumor was also egregious, because there was evidence in the form of the rolling credits that appeared after every movie. When you were the screenwriter, Wonbin was somewhere in the cast. Leading man, deuteragonist, Tree Number Five. Wonbin was there somewhere. He didn’t think too much of it. Martin Scorsese had Robert De Niro, David Lynch had Laura Dern, and Mel Brooks had Gene Wilder. If Wes Anderson could have an entire bloodline on his retainer, then at the very least you could have him and he could have you. 

That’s what Wonbin repeated to himself as he mindlessly signed on for another one of your projects. That’s what he kept telling himself as he stole glances at you from across the table in between his lines, and when he gravitated towards you during lunch. 

That’s what he told himself as you two got closer and closer while the movie was showing. You lifted the armrest separating the two of you because you were respecting eachother as creatives. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he pulled your leg to drape over his because you two are colleagues for life. Your hands fit perfectly together as a testament to how well you worked as a team. When you reached across the seats to press your lips to Wonbin’s without even making it halfway through the movie, you were just two individuals respecting eachother’s vision.

After the movie was over and you two left the theater hand in hand, Wonbin looked across the parking lot to see his car. He didn’t want to let go, he didn’t want to leave you. The way you held onto his hand told him you felt the same. He looked back to you as the car came to life, the headlights turning bright as his manager started slowly making his way towards the two of you. 

Before Wonbin could take a step towards the car you pulled at his hand.

“I’m having trouble with a scene.” You said quickly.

Wonbin visibly perked up. He knew what was coming before you even said it. His relationship with you started on the basic understanding of one another. His personal relationship with you started with the same phrase.

I’m stuck on this part or I need someone’s opinion on this. A team filled with junior writers and script supervisors and you came to him. You were here for him now, extending the same invitation you had a million times before.

“Can you come over and help me with it?” You asked.

Wonbin looked past your tinted shades and he imagined your eyes wide and desperate. You still had a clutch on the sleeve of his bulky jacket, the fabric wrinkling underneath your fingers. The headlights of his car shined bright and in front of you two now.

He didn’t hesitate to say yes. Wonbin let you go gently just to jog to the drivers side window. He told his manager that he was going to go with you to discuss an upcoming project. He made sure to say it sweetly, and to ignore the knowing look on his managers face when he told him he’d be back before his obligations tomorrow. His manager watched you two leave the parking lot, jogging away and giggling like kids.

The ride to your place was spent in silence. Wonbin noticed that you took shortcuts, that you pressed your foot on the gas a little more than normally. Even though he knew what was coming he forced himself to be indifferent. He turned a blind eye to you tapping nervously on the wheel, and the way you froze underneath his hand when he put it on your thigh. He was the best at acting like he didn’t know what you were hinting at outside of the theater. The start of another scene between the two of you. Longing touches, minimal dialogue. The tension was there, something so palpable and obvious that Wonbin’s manager picked up on it in a second. But you were the two headstrong main characters, bent on pretending like you two were professional and in no way eager to take it forward.

But when you two made it to your apartment complex he didn’t hesitate to put a hand on the small of your back and let it drift down further. Neither of you bothered to check your surroundings, even if the paparazzi knew where you lived and knew what Wonbin looked like. You both were too locked in on the idea of working on this infamous and ever elusive script that was waiting behind your locked door.

The moment Wonbin turned the deadbolt lock your hands were on him. The scene came to an abrupt end when you started pushing and pulling at the sleeves of his jacket, the various zippers and buttons that kept you two apart. The tense music came to an end and it was just the sound of heavy breaths, things falling over, and clothes quickly being taken off.

There was no ceremonious undressing when you two got the chance to be alone. No hanging coats on the rack, no taking off hats and fluffing your hair out to make it look presentable. Between the two of you it was only piles of clothes and scratches made in a haste. Wonbin couldn’t take his own hat off but instead it fell to the floor when he turned his head to kiss you deeper. Your hat came off when Wonbin carded his hands through your hair to tilt your head upwards. 

“Writers block?” Wonbin spoke against the sheen on your lips.

You nodded pitifully, pushing his jacket off his arms before doing the same to yourself. A lewd comment about helping you was swallowed by your mouth. He’s distracted when you take off your shirt, throwing it on top of the pile of clothes you two make. Wonbin follows your lead and takes off his own shirt. He can see your wrecked appearance already, but his mind is blank when he feels your hands on his body, guiding him to your couch behind you.

Wonbin follows your guiding hands until he sits on the couch in just his boxers. You come to stand between his legs, your hand instantly settling on the top of his head while the other rubs his cheek. Wonbin closes his eyes contently and tips his head to the side so you can entangle your hand in his hair. His hands move to rest on your ass. He doesn’t pull or grab at you. He needs contact of his own as you massage his scalp gently.

“Your manager told me you mentioned me again in an interview.” You sighed.

Wonbin could hear you try to sound annoyed. You had every right to be, the two of you came to an agreement—where you told Wonbin and he listened—about mentioning eachother. You two had to remain professional in the public eye, you two could only touch in private, and no mentioning you without the interviewer bringing you up first. He knew you were right, he knew he agreed to your stipulations and he listened to them well. But sometimes in the heat of the moment rehearsed answers were forgotten and the only thing he could talk about was you.

“I talked more about your writing, rather than you.” Wonbin tilts his head more to the side when your fingernails feel too good scraping his scalp. “I was very straightforward.” He adds.

“Words get twisted all the time.” You say.

He knows that you’re trying so hard to get onto him for being reckless. He knows he deserves it too, he’s already had his fair share of articles misconstrued for clicks and traffic. But he couldn’t control the integrity of writers the same way you couldn’t control the way you pulled in a breath when he palmed your ass. 

Wonbin hummed an affirmation like it wouldn’t happen again before coming forward on your couch to leave a wet kiss on your lower stomach. 

“I thought we agree to not do that anymore, though.” You asked.

Wonbin only hummed in affirmation again. He wasted no time slipping his hand underneath the bottom of your underwear, grabbing a handful of your ass. He sighed against you the same time you tilted your head to the other side.

“I can’t help it.” Wonbin spoke in between kisses on your stomach and hips while his hands strained against the fabric of your panties. “I admire you alot.” He smiled.

“Don’t tell me that.” You said, pressing a hand to his shoulder. 

You put one of your knees on the couch beside Wonbin to lower your body closer to his. He still kept you up, he still kept his lips attached to your waist as he carelessly laved the area with his tongue.

“I really admire you alot.” He repeated.

When you closed your eyes and leaned your head back, Wonbin looked up at you. You looked so bothered, your head leaning to the side as you tried to get yourself under control. Wonbin knew that you had an affinity for being praised like him. Ironically though, unlike him, you were one of the least recognized people in the industry. Of course he mentioned you in interviews because of your involvement with him, but he was singing praises about your writing long before he had you like this for the first time. He was sure he’d still be name dropping you long into his career, even if whatever this was would end in flames. 

“I never want to stop talking about you.” He said truthfully.

The eye contact you held with him was burning. He didn’t realize the tension you two had built since the movie theater was so intense until he saw your gaze. He put his lips to your stomach again, sucking on your already wet skin as he maintained eye contact.

“Take your underwear off Wonbin.” You moaned.

Wonbin nodded before breaking away from your stomach. He saw the wet and angry mark he left as you pulled yourself from his lap. Your shirt and bra were discarded in seconds, and Wonbin matched your speed to take off the rest of his clothes. He was lifting his hips off the couch to pull his boxers down the same time you kicked your panties from your ankles. Wonbin’s dick shot straight up and rested against his stomach, the tip red and angry as it leaked on his abdomen. Wonbin took in all of you standing in front of him, naked and locked in on him in front of you. 

When Wonbin opened his arms for you, you were back on his lap in seconds. You two no longer pressed lingering and teasing kisses. Everything was about letting the other know how you felt. Wonbin kissed you so hard your head leaned back to accommodate him, and you sucked on his lip so hard Wonbin could tell it was swelling in your mouth. You no longer placed teasing touches on his dick. Your hand wrapped around it entirely, pumping and using his precum as lube. Wonbin lost in the battle of endurance. His head was leaned against your couch in an instant. Heavy breaths that sounded like whines left his lips as he bucked into your hand. You saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat and you pressed your teeth to it, causing him to lose his breath and clench at your waist.

“Just like that.” He whined.

Wonbin was not strong enough to last like this. Your hand was too soft wrapped around his dick, you set the right speed and strength instantly. Wonbin had to shut his eyes and lick his lips to focus. He could already see the imminent future of him painting his stomach and your fist with sticky ropes of cum. 

“Are you gonna cum from just this again?” You asked.

He weakly shook his head even though he knew very well this was all up to you. The first time it was an accident, Wonbin lost his inhibitions after a few drinks from a staff dinner and came in the backseat of a cab during a heated makeout session and your hands in his pants. The second time it was on purpose. Wonbin wanted to show the place you had him in exactly. He came with little to no warning in the random bedroom of one of your colleagues, and you both had to clean up the mess with a toilet paper stolen from the bathroom. 

If it were to happen a third time—Wonbin absolutely can’t let it happen a third time. His cumming prematurely to cumming on time ratio was off, and if he were to do this right now on your couch with you mocking him, he could absolutely never come back from it. So he bites his lip to use the pain to distract himself from cumming on your manicured nails and his toned stomach. He feigns indifference by looking around hastily.

“Where are the condoms?” The words are pulled from the driest part of his throat. 

Wonbin’s words are met with a smile and an increase in the pace of your hand.

“You actually wanna fuck me this time?” You ask.

Just like that, Wonbin can no longer speak. He can feel his eyes become teary as he nods. He can’t even attempt to tease you back. He just presses his feet deeper into your floor and his hands grab at your waist tighter. He thinks you’re going to tease him over the edge. The lewd wet sounds get louder, the sounds he makes become more and more pathetic.

Right before Wonbin can embarrass himself, your hand stops. Wonbin’s body leans forward from the near release and his whole body seizes before he weakly relaxes against the couch. His breathing is rushed and racks through his entire chest. When he can open his eyes again he sees you looking down at him, condom in your wet hand.

“I have it right here baby.” You coo.

When you bring your hands back to Wonbin’s dick, he winces and instinctually clasps a hand over your wrist. You have to look back at him and quell his worries of you torturing him again with a quick kiss to his swollen lips. Wonbin still keeps a grip on one of your wrists and still winces from each touch on his sensitive body. 

The condom is snug on his dick when you lift yourself to your hips. Wonbin slowly comes to a better position underneath you, where you can lower yourself directly onto him. He holds himself at the base, pulling it away from his lower stomach to have it sticking straight up. Looking at the alignment makes him dizzy, but he can’t bring himself to look away. The way you brace yourself by holding onto his shoulders, the way you let your hips dip downwards so you can take him in one swift motion. He’s so on edge that he has to stop you the first time you sink down by a firm hand on your waist.

Wonbin makes eye contact with you the same time you shoot your head up from his lap. He revels in the look of desperation that’s on your face now, your big wet eyes are confused when his strength stops you from going any lower.

“Is this okay?” You ask.

Wonbin brings his other hand to swipe a thumb on the highest point of your cheek. He nods, and revels again at how surprised you are by his strength. He goes against the force of your body with just one single hand, and doesn’t even break a sweat while doing it.

“Just wanna look at you.” He says.

One of your hands that rest ed on his shoulders goes to his hair. You know exactly what you have to do to wind him up completely. You don’t bother massaging his scalp. You go straight to grasping the strands desperately, like you’re trying to soothe yourself more than soothe him.

“I just wanna ride you.” You say.

Who is he to deny you of your wants? Wonbin brings your heavy hips down, and his tip prods your entrance for a second before you take all of him in one motion. Down to the root of his dick. Your hips touch and your lips part. A terrible moan escapes Wonbin’s mouth and a gasp escapes yours. You two are equally wound up. You bring your chest close to Wonbin’s for a semblance of stability but his is no better. Your walls clench around him and he twitches helplessly inside of you. Your bodies react off of eachother, and for a moment he is too afraid to guide your hips up in fear of emptying into the condom. You already feel too weak to ride him. The situation would’ve cause you two to laugh if the situation didn’t feel so dire.

“No rush.” Wonbin says, mainly to himself.

“Take your time.” You echo into his neck.

When you finally have enough strength, You pull yourself away from Wonbin’s chest. The death grip he has on your waist lifts you upwards, and then you find the strength to lift your hips. Your knees dig into the cushion of your couch and you shiver at the feeling of Wonbin sliding out. When you feel his tip at your entrance he catches your eye again, and a look of prepare yourself crosses your face right before you sink down again. Wonbin moans again—almost as loud as the first time—until you’re sitting on him again. You two repeat the process, so slow Wonbin can feel every part of your soft walls and he’s sure you can feel every pulsing vein.

Wonbin brings you down on his dick three times before you start doing it yourself. You lift your hips on your own accord, and it is a sopping wet sensation between the two of you. Wonbin can barely form a coherent thought and you’re the same way. Wonbin watches drool coat your lips before a thin line begins making its way down your chin. The more spit that dribbles down your chin the faster your hips move. Before he knows it your chest is jumping right in front of his face, and the view of his dick disappearing inside of you takes up every part of his mind. 

“Touch me, Bin.” You say between your hips raising and lowering.

His hands gravitate towards your chest without another word. He takes you in each palm, pressed flat against your chest before he grips them entirely. Wonbin looks up to you for approval, and when he sees you bite your lip and nod he leans forward to clasp his mouth around your nipple.

Your hips lose their rhythm instantly. You focus everything on chasing stimulation from his tongue that flicks your nipples and the suction in his mouth. When you preen your chest further into him Wonbin wraps his free hand around your waist and lifts you himself. He brings you down harder on his dick than you were, the light taps of your hips turn into prominent smacks. The force makes Wonbin sink deeper into the couch, and he can hear the things on the side tables shake. Seeing you unaffected by everything makes Wonbin indifferent too. He just lets his teeth graze your sensitive skin and uses all of his strength to make you ride him. 

Together, your lack of stamina and his lack in endurance is a match made in heaven. You’re already weak when Wonbin moves to your other breast. You have settled into him all the way, your hand that was on his shoulder for stabilization digs into his skin from being impaled on his dick over and over again. Hearing you, someone who is so well spoken, turn into a babbling mess makes Wonbin feel the edge creep up on him again. He rolls your nipple between his fingers just to hear your pathetic squeak, and he brings you down hard on his dick again just to hear the moan rip from your throat again.

“I really, really admire you.” Wonbin says. 

Even though he can form sentences, saying he’s stable would be a lie. His tone is high-pitched and whiny, his words are cut short each time you clench around him. Wonbin speaks exactly how he feels, on the verge of breaking at the sight of you becoming undone. When you try to hard to focus your bleary eyes on him he’s already done.

“Gonna—“ Wonbin feels you regain some of your strength back. You lift your hips and bring it down on him weakly. “Gonna cum.” You muster.

Wonbin lets you take back as much control as you can handle. He gets to chase after that feeling he was denied by rutting his hips upwards into yours. Between your weak hips and Wonbin’s quick thrusts, you two lost whatever rhythm you had previously set. Now it was you two chancing the same thing, but using a different method to get it. Wonbin purposely unlatched with an obnoxious sound, letting the excess spit glisten on your chest. He saw another blossoming mark in his wake, and smiled again. He dragged his hand down your sweaty body and settled on your clit, pressing deep with his thumb to watch your body twitch and still.

“Keep going.” Wonbin said, fucking up into you more for emphasis. “Almost there.” He whimpered.

You nodded and found more strength, planting your feet on the cushions for more leverage. Wonbin knew you wouldn’t last long in this position. He had less than a minute before your thighs would be burning and screaming at you to stop. So he naturally made quick work of himself and you, speeding up his fingers and pinching at your body the way you liked. The wet mess between the two of you glistened on his lap, sweat from Wonbin’s body was getting on the covering of your couch. Neither of you cared about the messes or the noises, Wonbin in fact saw the absence of everything in your mind besides getting off. 

When you stilled on top of Wonbin and he felt your walls clench around his he spilled into his condom immediately. He leaned fully against the back of the couch and you followed shortly after him, your sweaty chest pressed against his as you two selfishly rode out your orgasms. You breathed heavily and went back to planting your knees to the couch, and Wonbin’s hips stuttered again before stilling completely. He was out of breath and a mess, practically glued to you as he held you impossibly close.

Wonbin had to wait for his strength to come back before he could lift you off of his dick. The loss of warmth caused you both to whine, and he watched his dick limp pathetically on his abdomen as he leaked from the bottom of the condom. The slimy messy sight should’ve made him cringe, but instead he felt that familiar churn in his stomach again.

“You came so much.” You whispered.

He loved making a mess too much. Your words made his limp dick twitch as he carefully took the slippery condom off. Wonbin let the slimy mess rest on his lower stomach, and then you pinched it between his fingers. The mess shined in the dim light of your living room lamp. You guided yourself off of his lap with a whine from your stiff joints as Wonbin walked to your bathroom.

After Wonbin discarded the condom in the trashcan, he washed himself off in the sink before grabbing an unused washcloth. He wet it with warm water and wrung it out, leaving the bathroom to come back to you.

You were laying down on the couch with only your shirt as Wonbin came back to you. He sat on the couch and you draped your legs over his. Wonbin took the warm rag to your skin, and you mindlessly went to your phone.

For a moment, everything was peaceful. He was wiping you down and running his fingers over the marks he left on your skin when you sat up suddenly on the couch. Wonbin no longer felt comforted in the silence as he looked at your wide eyes locked into your screen. He saw your eyes go over the same thing a million times. His mouth was too dry to ask you what you were looking at. He waited until you silently turned your phone around to show him.

[instiz] PARK WONBIN COMPILATION OF ENTERING HIS GIRLFRIEND’S APARTMENT

Actor Park Wonbin has been seen exiting and entering the apartment of a colleague he’s worked closely with. Each time he is alone, and each time he is coming and going at odd hours of the night.

That hand placement is no joke.

Here I was, defending their friendship saying they were close colleagues.

> Oh, they seem to be close

>> I’m going crazy

My friend works at a theater close to her house. She’s said they’ve come in alot on Wednesday’s.

> Proof?

This explains alot.

[t3nets]

* ❪ ⛓️ ❫ ﹕ 𝗵𝗲   𝗵𝗮𝘀   𝘁𝗼   𝗳𝗼𝗰𝘂𝘀.   𝗶𝘁'𝘀   𝘁𝗵𝗲   𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁   𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁   𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  ruminates   in   his   head   as   he   trails   back   toward   the   bar,   already   forgetting   the   very   thing   he   had   forgotten   the   day   prior.   no   distractions !    he's   to   go   straight   home   &   prepare   for   his   days   with   nour.   four   days   this   week, specifically.   a   personal   best   &   he's   thanking   her   mother   to   the   point   that   he's   been   threatened   by   a blocked number.   a   quickfire   way   to   silence   him   as   he   beelines   through   the   tumbleweed of regulars   that   siren - call   him   over   to   say   hello,   to   which   he   returns   only   a   simple   nod   &   wave   that   he   cannot stay long.  greer, never   one   to   stay   quiet   &   bloom   from   the   cracks   of   walls   like   a   humbled   wallflower.   a   storyteller   that   used   their   hands   to   accentuate   the   dramatic   nature   of   it   all.    he's    tested   again   by   an   unfamiliar   voice,   soft   eyes   landing   on   the   beckoning   woman   behind the bar. shit.   ❛ on a rainy day. no chasers. ❜  a lopsided smile, dimples peering in amiable return. the   more   bitter   options  never   failed   to   be   someone's    first   guess when looking at him: towering too far up, the physique of a rugby player, a clenched jaw ( only due to a terrible grinding habit ).  but   if   he   was   honest,   he preferred the more flavorful variety.    whatever had been dignified as feminine by the men that viewed him   as   a   threat   to   their   egos. simply by, well,   existing.   ❛ but it's feelin' like a bit of a fruity martini night. ❜  &   despite   knowing   the   news   of   what   had   happened   meant   alcohol   was   the perfect pain   reliever   to   some,  on days he didn't opt for something sweet, he preferred to be sober. still, what was one . . . . or two glasses ? just enough power to ease the ever present tension in his shoulders. taut with the thought of a psycho watching his daughter. his niece. his cousins. friends. his family. no. he's choosing peace tonight. greer's moving the thought to the back of his brain.   ❛ so. ❜  he's clearing his throat. ❛ you must be the new cat i've been hearin' about. uh . . . . fuck — ❜ he's snapping his fingers, coaxing out the name that sits at the tip of his tongue. ❛ oh ! — fern, right ? ❜  wrong.

open starter : capping at 5.

location : the warehouse .

it  had  only  been  nearly  two  weeks  into  her  new  job.  small  towns  weren't  anything  new  to  her  and  there  was  a  moment  where  the  brunette  had  believed  to  know  everything  there  was  to  know  about  them.  small  town  after  small  town,  they'd  all  seemed  to  be  the  same  and  redcreek  hadn't  fell  too  far  from  those  assumptions  ..  until  halloween.  most  of  the  night  being  filled  with  nothing  but  rumors  and  confusion  until  the  news  finally  hit.  turning  their  spooky  night  into  a  true  horror  movie.  now  she's  back  behind  the  counter  and  the  aura  of  everything  seemed  to  change  —  the  club  not  as  busy  as  it  had  been  previously.  though,  there's  a  seemingly  a  lone  soul  that  hovers  around  the  bar  and  it  takes  less  than  a  second  for  feraye  to  approach.  “ let  me  guess, ”  the  bartender  begins,  hoping  to  bring  a  small  smile  and  make  the  mood  a  little  lighter,  “ you're  a  tequila  person  —  no,  vodka.  somethin'  'bout  you  is  screamin'  that  at  me. ” 

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

just kidding, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: There was a time where you would be out partying, getting drunk and fucking up a storm. But you’re different now. You stopped drinking. Now you’re the one waiting for Kim Taehyung to call so you can pick him up from his drunken adventures. There’s just one small hitch –  Taehyung’s roommate, Jeon Jungkook, offering you a mojito.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (a little) alcohol consumption; slight crack at the start lol; smut (fem reader, thigh riding, handjob, fingering, m-receiving oral); non-idol!AU; Jungkook is a tempter and he knows it; noona!reader and you’re a nympho, whoops

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“I don’t drink.”

“Oh.”

Jeon Jungkook blinked at you, holding out the mojito.

“But… I made it.”

“That’s true. But I don’t drink.”

He pursed his lips and frowned.

“You sure?” he asked, putting on his best puppy eyes.

“Yup.”

“I promise it’s not poisoned.”

You laughed, jangling your car keys. “I have to drive later. But also, I do not drink.”

He nodded and took a sip of it. “It’s really smooth.”

You smiled and went back to your phone. Kim Taehyung was supposed to text you in a bit so you could pick him up from a party. In exchange, he let you borrow his computer to play League of Legends since he had a better PC and internet than your apartment. There was an event going on, so you had to grind games. You were getting tired though and you didn’t want to be in the middle of a game when Taehyung called half-drunk.

Now you were sitting on the couch, as Taehyung’s roommate Jeon Jungkook stood there and took sips from his mojito. Just standing there, thinking. He did that a lot, drifting off into space randomly. You figured it was some sort of weird habit. He was wearing a striped black-and-white turtleneck and black leather pants. His cheek-length black hair was pinned back on the right side, revealing his undercut. It seemed like he was going out, but he had spent all night in his room before going to the kitchen and then appearing with said mojito. Why? Honestly, you had no idea.

“Are you going somewhere?” you asked, looking up at him from the sofa.

Jungkook snapped out of it and stared at you. “What?”

You pointed to his outfit. “You’re dressed all fancy.”

Jungkook looked down. “Oh. Uh, not really. I was going to go with Taehyung tonight but I had an assignment to finish that I forgot about. I never changed.”

You nodded. Hm.

Okay.

“How do you know Taehyung-ssi, anyway, noona?”

“I sucked his dick once.”

Jungkook nearly dropped his glass.

You calmly scrolled through Instagram. You flickered your eyes up to see Jungkook’s shocked face and his red ears.

“I’m kidding,” you chuckled, seeing Jungkook blink rapidly to collect himself. “I used to be the Biology lab TA. He’d ask for help a lot. And he plays League, so we ended up hanging out. Also, I have a car.”

“R-right…” Jungkook crab-walked to the armchair next to the sofa and sat down, placing his drink on the table. “Right, yeah.”

You two sat in silence, rather comfortable for you, rather awkward for Jungkook. You didn’t come here that often, but it was always only to borrow Taehyung’s internet or to pick him up from random outings. It was never a big deal to you, as Taehyung was always nice and bought you food later as thanks. As for Jeon Jungkook, he was just kind of there. Introverted, quiet, sometimes piped up to inquire about something when he was curious. You weren’t exactly talkative, but he didn’t bother you either, so it was never too memorable.

“What’s on your shirt?” Jungkook asked, tilted his head.

You lifted your phone to give him a better look at the nine-pointed star and bleeding goat head of your long-sleeved black shirt. “It’s an American metal band.”

Jungkook blinked at you. “You listen to metal?”

You put your phone back down. “Yup.”

You suddenly remembered your legs were wide open because you were wearing your black velvet pants and they were hot as fuck. Wearing these was a mistake. You closed your legs and settled them on the couch. They had been expensive though, so you felt like you had to wear them to get your money’s worth. Damnnit. Why did you buy these again?

“Why don’t you drink alcohol?”

You closed Instagram and opened Twitter. “Because I become sexually uninhibited.”

Silence.

You looked up to see Jungkook trying to process what you said, imaginary question marks popping on top of his head.

“It means I fuck anything with legs, Jungkook.”

His brown doe eyes went wide. “W-what?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, you know, one time one of my friends caught me in a room with my clothes off blowing three guys at once, so I figured, hmm, maybe I shouldn’t drink anymore. That ever happen to you?” you added nonchalantly.

Jungkook shook his head so quickly his long black hair floated in the air.

“Huh. Well, me neither,” you chuckled. “I was just kidding.”

Jungkook looked like a mother who was trying to process all of their child’s sex escapades. “That’s good then. Whew,” he remarked with an awkward laugh. He took another long, hasty sip of his mojito.

“It was four guys.”

Jungkook nearly choked. He snapped his head up to see your shoulders shaking as you tried to contain your snickering, hiding behind your phone. He glared at you, clearing his throat sharply.

“You shouldn’t lie, noona,” he muttered, frowning.

You lowered your phone and straightened. “I was laughing at your expression. I wasn’t lying.”

He narrowed his eyes, disbelieving. “About what part?” he said warily.

“I do not drink because I will literally try to fuck anyone in my immediate vicinity when I’m drunk,” you stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “You can imagine it’s not very good for my sexual health or my social life as I stumble out of a party covered in cum of four guys I don’t know.”

Jungkook was in the middle of drinking his mojito and swallowed so hard the entire drink disappeared into his throat.

“What?” he wheezed out, slamming his chest with his fist.

You put your hands up. “It happens.”

Jungkook looked as if he as going to pass out, either from the image or from drinking too fast. You picked up your phone again and set Taehyung a text.

Are you dead? I think I killed your roommate.

Jungkook shook his head vigorously. “You must be joking.”

“Nope, that actually happened. Ask Taehyung.”

Jungkook looked taken aback. “What?” he said again in the same panicked tone.

“I told you someone found me.”

You swore that if this was the Wild West, a tumbleweed would have drifted by. Jungkook looked as white as a sheet. You calmly plucked the glass from his hand since it seemed like he was rapidly losing focus of his surroundings.

“How… That’s so dangerous!” Jungkook sputtered, seemingly coming back to life.

“Indeed, which is why I am sitting here right now and not piss drunk in a random bedroom in someone’s house,” you replied calmly, waiting for Taehyung to text you back. “See, this is why you don’t offer me a drink because then I would try to fuck you. You’ve been spared.”

Jungkook gave you a very strange expression and suddenly crossed one leg over the other. You rubbed your eyes. Hopefully Taehyung didn’t stay out too late. You were getting sleepy.

“Well, you still have to be attracted to them, r-right?” Jungkook commented, looking away and biting his knuckle.

You didn’t look up from your phone.

“I suppose. I don’t really have a type, and when you’re drunk you only look at the parts you’re attracted to anyway and forget about anything else,” you responded, chuckling at a cute cat picture. “At least you’re attractive, so if I met you at a party drunk, I’d fuck you, easy.” Owls could sit cross-legged? What? You squinted at the meme, trying to see if it was Photoshopped.

Silence. Absolute fucking silence.

You decided that it seemed unlikely the photo of this sitting owl was Photoshopped and lifted your head to see Jungkook staring at you like you had three heads.

“What?”

“You’re…” Jungkook chuckled awkwardly. “Just kidding, right?”

You blinked. “What? About you being attractive?” You pointed to him. “No. I’m not. You’re handsome, Jungkook.”

You saw his ears turning red once again. “Ahaha… but you wouldn’t fuck me, right?”

“I would.”

A crow cawed loudly outside the window.

Jungkook wasn’t blinking. Was he dead? Was Taehyung going to come home to a statue of a roommate? You tilted your head and waved your hand in front of his face. Jungkook didn’t move. Maybe he went into shock.

“Jungkook? You alive in there?” you asked, waving your hand some more.

He blinked rapidly, startling you. “I… I…”

Okay, now he was scaring you. Was he broken? Did Taehyung have an A.I. for a roommate and not tell you? Taehyung, please come home and oil your Jungkook, you thought dryly as you watched him scrunch up his nose, as if he was trying to stretch his face muscles out.

“You surprised me,” Jungkook sputtered, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “I just… there’s no way…”

“That I would fuck you?” you replied, completely chill. He turned even redder. You placed a hand on your cheek and rested your elbow on the couch. “Why not? You’re cute, have nice fashion sense, seem like a decent guy.”

Yeah, Jungkook was definitely breaking down because he did not seem to know how to form proper sentences anymore. He was like a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth awkwardly.

“But, I couldn’t though.” You cut off his attempts to fathom a thought. He stiffened, his doe eyes shifting to you. “Because you’re Taehyung’s friend, not a stranger. I try not to mess up my friendships, you know?”

He swallowed thickly. “R-right.”

You removed your hand from your cheek and cracked your neck, leaning back against the plushy couch arm. Sheesh, where was Taehyung? You could have played an entire ARAM in the time he was messing about. He told you around this time, but perhaps he had run late. Oh well.

“But… if he doesn’t know…”

Hold up.

You lifted your head, slowly, slowly to Jungkook’s nervous stare and shifty eyes.

“I mean, if Taehyung doesn’t know… doesn’t count, right?” he asked innocently.

His dark hair obscured part of his angular face, pink lips slightly parted. His eyes were watching your every move like a hawk, brows furrowed slightly. The living room light reflected off his glowing tan skin and the glossiness of his lips.

If you don’t stop looking like that, you thought. There’s going to be consequences.

“Let’s not tread dangerous waters here,” you said quietly.

One of his dark eyebrows quirked upwards ever-so-slightly. “How is it dangerous? Taehyung’s going to call you when he needs to be picked up. He’s going to see the inside of your car before he even sees the inside of this apartment.”

Uh oh. Now your heart was beating fast. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Alcohol made you sexually uninhibited because you really, really enjoyed having sex. Far too much. But you couldn’t go through life fucking everything with legs (or without them – to be honest, it wasn’t that strict of a requirement) because, hello, societal standards? Social appropriateness of maybe not fucking the cashier at your favorite coffee spot or your friend’s roommate in his apartment? You know, you had to be a productive human being and not a damn nympho. Wasn’t like you were getting paid for it.

Jungkook lifted his leg from his knee and spread them, tilting his chin upward.

Oh ho?

Well, now you knew why Jungkook crossed his legs, because a very obvious bulge was struggling in his leather pants. Where was embarrassed Jungkook? Shocked Jungkook? The Jungkook that was stunned at your crude words and straightforward manner?

Give him back. This is too much.

Perhaps you had been a little too frank for once – ah, who are you kidding, you’d probably been in this situation before.

Jungkook’s right hand slid up his thigh, long fingers with tiny, delicate tattoos, tracing the contours of his muscular quads. You tilted your head as he danced his fingers along his inner thigh before spreading them over his bulge and cupping it, stroking slowly through the thick fabric as he licked his lips.

“I am not drunk enough for this,” you muttered.

“Are you scared?” Jungkook asked softly, still palming himself through his pants. “Scared Taehyungie will be mad at you?” You felt a muscle in your face twitch. It seemed that he knew he was getting the better of you, because his voice was dropping low, sultry. You did not like being challenged, because well… you always tried to rise to the challenge. To your detriment, sometimes.

“Is Taehyung the boss of you?”

Fuck.

You snapped your head at him, narrowing your eyes.

“No one is the boss of me,” you replied icily.

Jungkook softened his features, laying his head back in the armchair. His hair curled around his cheek as his breathing deepened. His teeth caught his lower lip and gradually released it, the pink flesh popping back into place. The tiny mole under his lip trembled.

“Then do whatever you want, noona.”

Your eyes narrowed to slits, nails digging into your palms.

“What’s gotten into you?”

Jungkook’s voice was a smokey wisp, soaking into you.

“Just imagining you on your knees, naked, covered in cum…” He groaned, rocking his hips into his hand. “Sounds so fucking hot.”

Well. It had been. It was fucking hot, it made you wet just thinking about that night. It had felt amazing as the cum dripped down your skin, covering you, making you filthy with your sinful lust, so delicious and raw and dirty that right now you sat up, spreading your legs again because the space between your thighs was too fucking hot, too fucking much. Stupid velvet pants.

You got up from the couch, eyes still on Jungkook, his pupils dilating, tongue tracing the outskirts of his lips. He leaned his head back a little and moaned your name, long and lustful, eyelids fluttering. His dark hair brushed against his brows.

“Stop,” you breathed, reaching down to push your shirt up. Your fingers hovered over the button of your pants. Too hot. Too fucking hot. “You’re doing this on purpose. You’re tempting me.”

The side of his lips curved upward into a lazy smirk.

“I am.”

You placed your phone on the coffee table. The sound was on. Taehyung still hadn’t texted you. You would hear it vibrate against the wood. You took another step, unbuttoning your pants. Fuck. Why was Jungkook so sexy? You could resist if he wasn’t so damn hot.

“Don’t want you to think…” You swallowed; throat tight. “Don’t want you to think I’m treating you like a sex object.” The zipper of your pants slid down. “Because you seem like a nice guy.”

He smiled, undoing his pants too, sighing as the zipper freed his bulge.

“If I was your sex object…” Jungkook purred, pushing his tight leather pants down, down. “Even for only a little bit, I wouldn’t hold it against you, noona.”

Now your velvet pants were being peeled off your hips, leaving you in your seamless black panties. Oh, fuck, his thighs. Muscular and powerful, skin so pretty you wanted to touch. His eyes slid down your body.

“Holy shit, your thighs.”

Seemed like you both had the same idea. You climbed onto Jungkook’s lap, straddling one of his thighs. Now he was close to you, smelling like fresh linen, presence so warm and powerful you were being drugged by it. Your hands slid onto his shoulders, gripping them finger by finger, breathing hard as he tensed them. Slowly, you sat down on his left thigh, gasping as your soaked, clothed heat touched him. He grinned, flexing it under you. His own hand slid up your thigh, squeezing it, watching his fingers sink into your softness.

“Now, this,” Jungkook breathed, staring into your eyes. “This is a sexy body.”

Your heart was beating so fast, so fast. He watched you closely, eyes so dark that you felt like you were drowning in them. You rolled your hips into his thigh, hissing as you became wetter. He flexed the muscle under you, hard and unforgiving, sitting back and letting you rub yourself against it. You smeared your juices into his skin, stimulating your clit, inhaling sharply. Jungkook was still clutching your thigh, his large hand pressed into you.

“Is that enough for you?” he drawled, his other hand sliding up to land on your other thigh. “Is that all you want from me?”

Your eyes flickered to his playful, daring brown orbs.

“There’s no time…” you muttered.

“Take off your panties,” he nudged.

He placed his hands on your waist and lifted you up. You bit your lip, uncertain.

“Noona, I want you to feel good.”

He slipped one finger on the side of your black panties and pushed down. You took the other side and pushed them down, raising your legs to pull out one and then the other. Your panties fluttered to the ground. Jungkook’s gaze on you as you lowered again, bare and dripping, onto his thick thigh. Oh, holy hell. He tensed it and pressed your hips down, grinding his thigh onto your slopping wet pussy. You moaned, grasping his forearms through his turtleneck, feeling the strength in them, the hardness. You closed your eyes, humping his thigh, lost in bliss.

“Can you cum like that?” You felt Jungkook lean forward, lips brushing against yours. “Cum you cum just by rubbing yourself on me?”

Tiny, rigid nods. “If you... kiss me.”

He groaned as he felt your opening tense on his skin. “I thought you would never ask.”

And then his lips were on yours, soft, delicate. Sweet, erotic kisses contrasting with how hard you were fucking his leg, his tongue dancing in the periphery of yours, dodging you playfully as you whined, clutching him tighter. He pressed you down harder, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You shuddered, wetness pooling at his kisses, your core tightening as he whispered your name into your lips.

“Your body is so fucking delectable,” his murmured. “So sexy, it’s sinful.”

You clenched your jaw as you basically rammed your hips into his thigh, slippery and hard, your clit throbbing with need.

“Cum for me, noona.” You could feel his lips form the words as he kissed you, awe in his voice. “Cum on my thigh.”

You dug your nails into his clothed arms and shut your eyes, moaning his name, feeling the strings inside you snap, pleasure waterfalling into you as you came, squelching onto his skin, so viscous and thick that it added to the lubrication, your swollen clit throbbing. Your eyelids fluttered as his hands pressed you down, grinding your hips into his muscle so you could ride your high, extend it until you were melting, hands falling from his arms. He cradled you gently, your chest heaving with effort.

“J-Jungkook…”

“Mhm?”

You cracked your eyes open. “Has my phone made any noise?”

He shook his head. His dark hair covered part of his left eye. “No, noona.”

“Ah.”

Maybe Taehyung was getting laid. Good for him.

“I’m going to touch you now,” you stated. To the point.

Jungkook grinned.

You reached down to his black boxer briefs and yanked them down, freeing his cock and balls. He lifted his legs a little and you pushed them down, but he took your hand, placing it on his semi-hard cock. He moaned as your fingers wrapped around him.

“Do you want to take it off?” you asked quietly, referring to his underwear.

“No,” Jungkook replied tightly, cupping his hand around yours, using your hand to stroke himself a few times. “I can’t wait anymore.”

You nudged his hand aside and began your pace. He leaned back, gasping softly. Your grip wasn’t what it used to be. Carpal tunnel was a bitch. Still, you furrowed your brow, concentrating, He swelled in your hand, pre-cum leaking at the red tip dripping onto your fingers. You stopped for a moment to coat your palm with it, bringing it to your mouth and licking your hand, moaning at his taste. Jungkook shivered, watching your saliva spread all over before returning to his cock, adding to the lubrication.

He pressed his head into the back of the armchair, hips rising as you started again, jaw tense.

“I’m not as good as before,” you gritted out. “My wrist–”

“It’s perfect,” Jungkook interjected. “Fuck, your hand is perfect.”

He was rock hard in your hand as you jacked him off. You snuck a glance at him. His hands were on his face, combing through his dark hair, eyes closing, mouth open as he moaned, rutting into your palm.

He was just so, so sensual that it was driving you insane, his noises making you wet. There was something feral about it, the way he looked at you through his lashes.

“Can I finger you?” he pleaded. “Please.”

Your hips were raised to get a good angle, your arousal already dripping down your thigh.

“Of course. Touch me, Jungkook.”

He lowered his hands, hair all over his face, staring at you through the veil. His fingers slid up your thigh, slipping in between. Dipping in, moaning as he touched your wetness. You sucked in a breath, feeling his fingertip graze your swollen clit. Your grip tightened.

“Jungkook.” Your eyes found his, glazed with lust. “You can be rougher with me. If you want.”

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Don’t want to hurt you…”

You smirked.

“You forget who you’re talking to.”

He pushed two fingers into you, feeling you suck him in as you stroked him, smile still on your lips. Jungkook grinned, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbed it as he began to thrust his fingers into you, matching your pace, the two of you focused on getting each other off, breath mixing between your bodies.

“Noona?”

“Yeah?” you panted, whimpering at his roughness, his fingers scissoring in you, stretching your walls as you squeezed back, faster and faster.

“Wanna cum in your mouth.”

You chuckled as he shoved a third finger into you, punishing your clit repeatedly, so full, so good, it was making you crazy, but you had to focus, you had to get him off.

“This is a weird angle.”

Jungkook suddenly pulled his fingers out and pinched your clit, making you hiss and your legs shake, pained whimpers clawing from your throat.

“Do it.” His voice was a low growl. “Do it and I’ll reward you.”

You slid off the chair, still stroking his cock, narrowing your eyes at him. Jungkook looked down at you, smirk on his pretty pink lips, whispering your name. You removed your hand and replaced it with your mouth. Fuck. He sighed, hand coming up to tangle in your hair, not quite pressing you down but holding you there, his taste coating your tongue, his hard length throbbing in your mouth. You moaned onto his cock and his hips trembled, his long bangs covering his left eye.

Ugh, the way he looked at you. Your felt your pussy clench, demanding his cock.

Instead, you began to move your head up and down, soft lips around him, mouth tight around the head and length. His hand stayed there, moving with you, firm, reminding you that you couldn’t stop, that you had to keep going until he came. You set a nice, fast, tight pace, already knowing he was close, hearing his breathy groans, repeating your name over and over.

“Always thought you were fuckable,” Jungkook panted out. “Always wanted you in my bed.” He pressed his head into the armchair, shutting his eyes. “Couldn’t figure out how to convince you, couldn’t figure out how to tell you that I wanted you so very much.”

You tightened your throat around him and he dug his nails into your scalp, breathing shallow and tight.

“Gonna cum, noona, fuck, gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, his orgasm filling your mouth, coating your tongue, slipping down your throat. You gulped and he yelped at the sensitivity, whimpering as you softly lapped at the head, cleaning him off. Drinking it all, intoxicated with it, so satisfied swallowing it all.

Oh, how you loved sex.

You slowly removed your mouth crawling back up, no longer aware of your obligations to Taehyung, only interested in brushing Jungkook’s hair aside and kissing him deep, moaning as his tongue forced into your mouth, tasting himself. His hand slipped back into your folds and three fingers deep into you, fucking you. You whined into his mouth, telling him how good he was, telling him how good he felt inside you, telling him you how much you wanted his cock, his beautiful, thick cock jammed all the way inside you.

The door lock clicked and neither of you heard anything.

“Ah, I managed to hitch a ride with Jim– WHAT THE FUCK?”

Taehyung’s deep voice boomed throughout the apartment and you were still making out with Jungkook’s face as his fingers thrust into your slopping wet pussy, spreading you out. You whimpered as Jungkook broke the kiss, pushing you against his body as Taehyung slammed the door and marched in, kicking off his shoes carelessly.

“Fucking shit, why are you like this, fucking everything in your sight, you absolute–”

You turned your head, somewhat ashamed, feeling somewhat sorry – but not that sorry, because Jungkook’s fingers were still inside you. Taehyung’s strong features were twisted in annoyance, but he wasn’t looking at you.

He was scowling at Jungkook.

“I told you,” Taehyung said sharply, sweeping his lush fur coat back to reveal his black turtleneck and black slacks, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. “Not to get her started, because she is a horny seductress.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?”

Taehyung ticked his head, looking down at you. “Am I wrong?”

You pouted. “Well, no.”

“And,” he added, directing his attention at you. “Why would you not ask me to fuck first? I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times!”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Hundreds?”

Taehyung ignored him, leaning down and taking your chin. Brown eyes a mix of angry and amused, observing your lust. “I am offended that I respected you and you’re sitting in my roommate’s lap instead of mine.” His breath seemed like alcohol.

Your lips parted, heart beating fast. “S-sorry, Tae… You’re just always dragging me out of weird stuff that I thought you were disgusted by me…”

Taehyung brought his face close to you. You loved his voice. So deep, so intense, so heavy. It seemed to shake your soul with bass.

“I’ve wanted you on my dick the second I saw you.”

And then he kissed you, hard and full, as Jungkook’s fingers began to move inside you once again.

-

part ii: kth x you x jjk

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[writers-worst-nightmare]

Kittens (Keith x reader)

Song you are singing

Warning(s): A TON OF CUSSING, reckless driving, got lazy at the end, Keith loosing one of his lives

THIS IS A REAL LIFE AU WHERE THERE IS NO SPACE OR ANYTHING AND THEY ARE ON EARTH

Fandom: Voltron

Word Count: 1,510

Pairing(s): Keith x reader

Genera: chaotic fluff

A/N: this is basically a Voltron version of “no braincells“ but I added a twist to make things more interesting

Request are always open!

Keith stared at the tiny kittens surrounding him, he froze in place and looked up to you as a plea of help witch was rudely declines when you started snickering before bursting out into laughter. Soon the whole crew joined in on laughing at Keith with a bunch of kittens. Pidge was snapping pictures and uploading it to their Instagram, Lance was recording a tiktok, Shiro was trying to get the cats off of Keith, Hunk was laughing, and you where adding more cats to the pile on his lap. “Y/N DON’T ENCOURAGE THEM!” Shiro scolded. You rolled your eyes before grabbing a small black and white kitten and placing it on Keith’s lap. The crew had decided to meet up after band practice and stay at your house. Little did they all know that you fostered animals, you had a couple of dogs and Birds but you mainly fostered cats cause they look so fucking cute.

“But it fuuunnnn!” You wine, only making Hunk laugh even harder until he was literally on the ground laughing so hard.

“They are kind of cute…” Keith muttered as he stared at the cats and back at you and then back at the cats.

“Why don’t Keith and I go to get some cat stuff at the mall, you three can make yourselves at home by the way!” You called as you dragged Keith into your car and hopped in the drivers side.

“Oh no…” Keith muttered as he stared wide eyed at you starting the car.

“What?”

”Please don’t tell me—“

”Oh, yeah I am driving!”

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!”

You locked the car doors and started to drive on there highway. Keith relaxed a bit as he thought that you where going to be normal

Big mistake

As soon as you saw all the muscles sink into the car seat you smirked and pulled up a radio station. Since Keith hasn’t been with you in the car before (for a good reason since everyone that has let you drive a car was gotten sick) he didn’t know that you LOVES music. Probably even more then you loved anime (which was saying something).

The fuck? Hold on Bitches got beef but don't wanna fight me Quit all that barkin', ho, bite me Bitch Hold on

”What the fuck is this?” Keith asked as he started to lean forward before the song started and you higher Ed the volume all the way up

Bitch, you fat, need a tummy tuck (Yep) You dropping diss songs, man, bitch, get your money up (For sure, then)

”It is called ‘go best friend’ and it is awesome” You answered as you rolled down your window and started singing along to the beat of the song and speeding slightly.

If you 'bout it, then run it up Used to be cool with this bitch, but she mad that I'm coming up

Keith hesitated softly before pulling up the lyrics on his phone and starting to sing along slowly. Afraid of what would happen next. You turned right and got on the off-road. Keith stiffened as he has heard one to many times what happens when you go off road and onto the dirt paths that you have most likely made yourself.

You a thot, you gon' suck it up I got a white bitch in the club, wanna pump it up (Woo, woo)

You started speeding even faster the before and Keith was prepared for the worst. Looking for a pencil and a piece of paper before settling on a anime journal that you had and a pen

Fuck a speech, I'ma sum it up $hy on the track and you already know she gonna fuck it up (Ayy, yeah) Bitch need to worry 'bout a bag I'm rocking these shows, and that's why she mad (Aha)

”I am going to give Lance my fuck you energy, Shiro my Hot Topic shirts, Pidge my suicidal thought, Hunk my fuck boy energy, and y/n my outmost hatred.” Keith started to say as he wrote out his will.

“Oh come on I am not that bad of a driver!” You pouted, looking away from the road and staring at Keith. Keith widened his eyes and grabbed the steering wheel so he could drive.

After this diss, you goin' out sad Bitch, you not bougie, you don't got no class (Bitch) Turnt in the booth and I'm piped off that gas Spin on yo' block, then we hitting the dash (Shoot, shoot)

”The last time you said that Pidge ended up in a flicking tree!” Keith argued, holding back the urge to choke you out, you rolled your eyes and elbowed the emo boy out of the way to take control of driving

It's still love for you, though But, bitch, I'm 'bout to get on your ass (Haha)

You started screaming the lyrics and Keith’s heart seemed to be going backwards as he grabbed his phone and gripped it tightly in his hands before button the record button.

$hy gotta potty mouth You wanna talk shit? Bitch, let's talk 'bout your body count You stink, throw your body out Tryna hang wit' the kid, I'm the life of the party now (Yeah)

He stopped the video and sent it to the “why do we still exist?” Group chat that consist of the gang

-character development Sasuke sent a video-

Non-binary owl: WORK IT Y/N YEAAAH

Sapnap but better: oh no…

Panda dude from beastars: have you written your will yet?

-character development Sasuke sent a picture-

Character development Sasuke: already got it written out

Won’t shut up about how bisexual this man is: I GET FUCK YOU ENERGY?!

Sapnap but better: I GET FUCK BOY ENERGY

Non-binary owl: can we all collectively agree to play/sing WAP at Keith’s funeral

Your lil' sister look up to me (Yeah) Bitch, you can't rap and you really not touching me (No) Just like a virgin, lil' bitch, cannot fuck wit' me And I never been pussy, bitch, you know what's up with me (For sure, then)

Won’t shut up about how bisexual this man is: As long as I get to do the dance

Panda dude from beastars: NO ONE IS PLAYING WAP AT ANYONES FUNERAL

Panda dude from beastars: Look Keith you are going to be fine

Why this bitch wanna pop shit? We was just cool, now this bitch wanna act like a opp bitch (The fuck?)

“What happens if I go off the edge…?” You wonder out loud, Keith looks up at you with a panicked expression.

Oh, she mad she can't stop shit Said that my breath stink 'cause I'm spittin' that hot shit (Hot, hot)

“NO Y/N DON’T GO OFF THE EDGE! THIS IS NOT FUCKING MINECRAFT!!” Keith lectured as he tried to roll down the window but silently cried to himself as he realized that you had child’s lock on.

Quit all that barkin', lil' bitch, and come bite me Bitches got beef, but they don't wanna fight me (Wait, wait)

You ignored Keith and smiled up yourself as you almost ran over some ducks

Turnt to my music, but swear they don't like me You got my number, ho, FaceTime, Skype me These hoes wanna be me I'm on your radio, soon I'ma be on your TV John Cena, bitches can't see me (Nope) I'm goin' up, and it's hella fans wanna meet me (Hey, haha)

“WHY DID YOU ALMOST RUN OVER DUCKS?!” Keith screamed as he plastered himself against the window.

Bitches don't get me Bitch, why you hatin? You could've been goin up with me (For sure, then) Spear on the bitch like she Britney You could dissed any bitch, but instead, you gon' pick me (Okay, the fuck?)

You did a wide turn and Keith practically flew in the air, he got up off the floor and cursing the seatbelt for failing to protect him against your ruthless grasp.

Make a bitch wanna hit me (Ayy, ayy) Bitches be cap on my name, the shoe did not fit me (No, it didn't) Show these bitches no pity (Yeah) These bitches wanna be friends, admit it, you miss me (Go)

Keith peered over the dashboard thanks to him now being on the floor and distantly saw the mall “YESSS WE ARE ALMOST THERE!!!!” Keith exclaimed as he got exited ready to leave this hell hole that mortals calls a car

Wrap up the beat like a doobie I don't give a fuck 'bout opinions, you know I'ma do me (Hey, hold on) Bitch, you a gnat, you a groupie Told that lil' bitch it's some snacks, and we pulled up with Scoobies

you lowered the volume to one as you pulled up in the parking lot and slowed down the car before parking somewhere close to the mall. You didn’t even look bothered to the fact of your reckless driving while Keith was looking like a whole tumbleweed fell over and hit him in the rib cage.

[cyberlyri]

I create specific genres of posts

- *rolls around like a tumbleweed* i am bored

- *hangs upside-down from thinking tree* time for random thoughts

- I am about to complain about something

- Did yall know I made a thing look at the thing isnt it cool owo

- SUPPORT MY FRIENDS OR PERISH

- Cats

[ode-of-odr-archive]

[quiet jealousy] - Your muse becomes jealous over my muse for whatever reason, and expresses it non-verbally, lingering closer to my muse than usual, touching them casually, etc.

// since we decided Lucio being an angry cat is funnier

This job had sent the giant to the ass end of the country if you asked him. How anyone lived in this heat he couldn't understand. Granted people could say the same about his father's people living in a land that is always described as 'where ice and fire meet'. But nonetheless, the bounty hunter had stripped down to his union suit and had the sleeves pulled up and most of the buttons undone. His lower half was still fully clothed. He had dunked his head into some water when some of the girls from the Saloon there in Tumbleweed came sauntering out.

He didn't think anything of it, how they pressed hands to his chest or cooed over his arms. He just thought they were working or needed something handled. Why else would they give him attention?

However, there was suddenly weight on his back and hissing could be heard from one of his ears. The girls grew wide-eyed and quickly ducked back into the Saloon.

"They were just doing their job, ja?" Ras sighed to Lucio who was still glued to his back, "And it is too hot to stay there, get off!"

[goamazons]

                                                                                             September, 2                                                                                              Damnville

Dear Dad, You can survive for three weeks without food, for a week without water and turn into a measly gremlin the next very day without a toilet. You’re reading a toilet monster, Dad. Never feed me after dark, ha, ha! It all started when Ma got struck by one of her *BRILLIATN IDEAS* to change the entire pipe system in our house. Just after she flushed the lobsters’ shell down the drain, and they got stuck there for good like, getting back to the ocean wasn’t their most cherished dream before dying. The easiest way out was to invite a proper plumber. Ha! That never happens in Ma’s horoscopes she reads every time she needs to do something PIPING. Instead, she invited our neighbor Mr Gardenzio even though he’s not a plumber but an ex-heavy-lift-boxer and also never gets my name right (he calls me Buster.) I have nothing against boxers and busters, Dad, but every time Mr Gardenzio comes by, my house smells of dogs, sounds like a rush hour and I am a free errand boy.  He smashed all our pipes to dust and sent me to buy one thousand and one thingy I’VE NEVER KNOWN BEFORE EVEN EXISTED. I called Amazons and together, we rumbled by the hardware stores like three lost kittens. Hecta asked, Why would a boxer fix your pipes. I said, He re-qualified into a plumber after he retired. However, when we were back it turned out, he actually did not coz he’d just had a spontaneous duel with the toilet pan. And won. It cracked in two like pieces of the cosmic Yin and Yan that now will never get back together T_T

Then the ball got rolling...

Ma hit her stupendous fit about God punishing her for all her *MAGIC POWERS*, Mr Gardenzio went to have his tenth bucket of coffee and I was sent back shopping for a new toilet pan. Ma ordered one just like our dead old pal even if it was like, hundred years old and hardly flashed anything down. Whatever you put there surfed on the rips of running water and proudly plopped back on the bowl. Still, Ma believes old things are better things, plus cheaper, and bought one from the Internet on a massive discount. I used all public toilets in the nearest cafes and officially declare I prefer new things. You simply push the button there and the poo vanishes as if by magic, not waits for you to PUSH IT MANUALLY. Anyway, the next day, I took Amazons to collect my new toilet coz Ma refused to pay the delivery. At the shop, it turned out they didn’t even wrap it up. And it weighted a complete tonne! I said, What a chance to pump our Shaolin warrior power. Agnieszka said, Quite! and took the plastic tank, like a princess. Hecta and I grabbed that anvil-like bum-throne and kung-fu-dragged it along the streets sweating and panting like all proper warriors proper should. Met our Domestic science teacher Mrs Jennings doing her shopping. She gasped as she saw us coming her way and lamented that we brought her bad luck with that empty vessel. It’s like having all thirteen black cats and a magpie crossing your path in one go. I thought, empty toilet can’t be worth luck than NO TOILET AT HOME AT ALL. Then it turned out it WAS a bad luck coz that bloody WC didn’t fit in anywhere. It had so monstrous bowl, it was destined to serve giants with butts as big as shopping malls. Mr Gardenzio got ready to rematch it while Ma phoned the shop to blow their brains off for selling us a Cthulhu’s loo, and we were sent to get it hell outa the house and over a mile back. BACK. TO. THE. SHOP. I think Mrs Jennings had a heart attack when our paths crossed again today. We ordered a standard one AND A DELIVERY SERVICE. But they will only bring it tomorrow. I’m a homeless kitten now, Dad. I have no personal closet, i. e. no territory to mark, no roots, no claims. Even monks have somewhere to pee, right? I’m a gypsy tumbleweed. I will sleep at Hecta’s tonight. Gotta go do my business in the bushes till the rest of my life if Mr Gardenzio doesn’t box it all back together. Write to you soon,                                                                                Your gremlin Skipper