#i already have a tag for it HEHEHEHEHEH

[namis-daydream]

hello, lovely :) i’ve been busy in work all day with little to no service so i wasn’t able to send another ask haha! i wanted to know how you feel about an exes to lovers trope with kirishima?

i haven’t watched bnha in quite a bit so i am sorry but he will be a tiny but ooc, with a few hc’s of mine, if that’s okay? < 3

hello hello !! gosh i know work sucks ASS (i say as im replying to u in my corporate office lmao)

I would L O V E exes to lovers but i would like to raise you exes to lovers w katsuki if you’re down? If not i’m defo down for kiri i dont mind at ALL

[mxstellatayte]

pretty please: chapter two.

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chapter two warnings: covid happens :(, avoiding big emotional conversations, phone sex (not graphic,) i definitely deleted any and all covid social distancing rules when i was writing this but it'S FOR THE PLOT, oral sex (f receiving, not graphic,) LEWIS IS SUGAR DADDY!!!!!!!! (but there's also feelings but we don't want to admit that yet hehehehehehe)

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take my hand while we dance on the edge of a knife

tuesday, 3 december, 2019

your phone chimes in the formula 1 radio tone, a custom ringtone you'd set just for lewis. glancing away from your computer screen, you see a simple text.

Hey.

what should you say? "hey yourself?" no, too sassy. "hey, thanks for the mind-blowing sex a few days ago. i think i'm into you, do you wanna go out?" way too forward. "hey!" too excited.

you settle on a simple "hey." in response.

for good measure, you add on a second text.

Thanks for the flight yesterday :)

his response? a simple "Yeah of course!"

"alright. so i'm going to have to be the one to bring it up. gotcha."

so this was the dance that you'd be doing. you'd just move on from the most life-changing sex you've ever had with four texts. you'd take a step forward, try to ask about what this would mean for your professional relationship, if anything, and he'd have one-sentence answers before moving on to a different topic.

that's fine.

it totally didn't make you insane.

definitely not.

instead of thinking about your client-slash-friend-slash-maybe-fuck-buddy over your winter holidays, you opt for drowning yourself in advance work, opting to make your contributions to the february 2020 issue the best the world has ever seen. your articles for the january issue are long submitted, but now that you've submitted everything for finalization for the next two months, you have a staycation at home with your cats, crochet, shitty reality tv, and a lot of alcohol filling up your schedule for the next two weeks (and a short visit to your parents up in leeds for christmas, but that's naught but a short interruption to your routine,) and you don't intend on letting work interrupt a single moment of the next two weeks.

the key word in that sentence being intend.

although, is it really considered work if it's just texting back and forth with someone who's a client-slash-friend-slash-maybe-fuck-buddy and not exactly a coworker?

"girl, i swear down on my nan's grave," amelia begins, and you grin, already knowing you're about to get a true amelia lorenz lecture, "if you don't make a move on him before new year's, i will, and i don't think he even knows my name!" she continues by weaving an intricate web of every single sign she's seen that points to the mutual attraction between yourself and the driver, and you're not sure when the right time is to tell her that you've already had sex with him. luckily, you find an opportunity when she stands from your couch to refill her glass of whiskey and pauses her monologue.

"is now a good time to tell you that we shagged after abu dhabi?"

amelia's head whips around so fast you're surprised it doesn't snap off of her neck. "you what?" you grin sheepishly, any and all confidence you've ever had in your entire life having evaporated in a microsecond. when she sits down opposite you on the couch, her left leg tucked into her crotch and her right hanging off the side, she has to set her glass on your coffee table so that she doesn't splash the whiskey everywhere. you both know what's coming purely based off of her body language. she takes a deep breath, then presses her hands together in a prayer-like stace and rests the nook of her nose in her fingertips. "let me get this straight." she pauses. "you." her right hand points directly at you as she says your full name. "shagged the lewis hamilton. and you didn't tell me immediately?"

"why do you think i wasn't on the flight back?" amelia's eyes widen in realization, and a grin spreads across her face.

"he flew you back on his jet?" you nod, taking another sip of your drink, and amelia squeals with delight. "i need every single detail. start talking."

friday, 13 march, 2020

your phone vibrates on your desk, and you glance over at it, unlocking it when you see the f1 logo on the notification. your heart sinks when you see what the notification reads, though.

"formula 1, fia and agpc announce cancellation of the 2020 australian grand prix"

"shit," you mutter, switching your phone off and resting your head in your hands. it won't be long before the lockdown reaches london, you know that, but it's difficult knowing that lewis was looking forward to being in the car again, especially with some of the new regulations that he hoped would lead to closer racing.

you send him a text before you go to sleep- it's almost 3 am.

Sorry to hear about the race. I know you were looking forward to driving.

by the time you've fallen asleep, though, lewis has seen your text and he gnaws at his lower lip, his thumbs hesitating over the keyboard of his phone's screen. yeah, he was looking forward to driving, but as the pandemic numbers increased, his anxiety about the race weekend did, too.

Thanks. I'm glad they called it off, though. The numbers were getting too high too fast.

months pass. your interviews with various drivers at the monaco and british grands prix are moved to video calls. the world gets thrown into lockdown, eases out of it, and then gets thrown into lockdown once more. dolphins are spotted in the canals of venice. george floyd's murder sparks a revolution that reaches all corners of the globe.

you don't go a day without texting, calling, or video calling with lewis.

it's sickening, really, how much his smile is keeping you sane. well, if you're being honest, it's a combination of his smile, your medication, and going on a lot of walks around your neighbourhood. leytonstone is a lovely part of london, yes, but there's only so many different routes you can take around the neighbourhood before you start itching to jump on a train and go anywhere.

in early june, you get the email. you'll be traveling to silverstone for a set of interviews with various drivers for the 70th anniversary race. it's the fifth of seventeen races on the updated calendar, and the email states that you may be sent to the abu dhabi grand prix, as well.

wednesday, 29 july, 2020.

you're practically vibrating with excitement as you board the first of four trains that will take you to your hotel. you're leaving a week before you're due in silverstone, though, because why wouldn't you take advantage of the double header race? you've never been to a race purely as a spectator and your giddiness makes you laugh. how going to a race has given you the butterflies in your stomach that you haven't felt since you were a teenager, you'll never know. sure, with the fia's no-spectator rule, you aren't really sure how people are planning on watching the race, but you're sure you'll learn as the weekend progresses. either way, you're one of many fans taking the train up to silverstone despite the rules stating that no fans could enter the paddock or the grandstands, many hopeful that simply being in the same general area might get them a chance of seeing any of the drivers in person. a few of the racing fans on the train even recognize you, one timidly holding the july 2019 edition of vogue.

the edition where your first interview with lewis was published.

"could you sign it?"

your jaw opens and closes beneath your mask a few times before you're able to regain your composure, accepting the magazine and sharpie from her with a smile.

"what's your name, darling? here, sit with me." she does, sitting across the aisle from you and nervously tucking a curl of ginger-brown hair behind her ear.

"kathleen. but you can call me kat," she adds, and you smile as you write a small note on the inside cover, adding your signature afterwards. "are you interviewing lewis hamilton this weekend?"

"i don't have any interviews this weekend. just next weekend." you look more intently at kat's outfit, and you smile below your mask. she's wearing a mercedes hoodie and baggy jeans, and you notice that her outfit reminds you of someone. "i like your outfit. it reminds me of some of lewis' outfits, actually." kat beams beneath her mask, her eyes scrunching up into happy crescents.

"thank you! he's kinda the inspiration behind my outfits for the weekend. i'm a huge fan of him, have been for years. i'll be honest, i didn't read much about fashion until you interviewed him, but i really liked your article and looked up some of your others. the one you wrote critiquing paparazzi for stalking celebrities was incredible! you wrote it so freely. i loved it." kat catches herself, noticing her rambling, folding her hands in her lap nervously. "sorry. i talk when i'm nervous."

"you have nothing to be nervous about. i'm just another human being." you hesitate a moment, leaning over to her as you pass the magazine and sharpie marker back. "can i tell you a secret?" she nods. "i was terrified the first time i interviewed lewis." kat's eyes grow wide, and you nod. "i was so nervous. i almost got sick a couple of times, actually."

"really?"

"mhm. i'm surprised i didn't."

"i definitely would."

"i doubt that. lewis is as nice- if not nicer- than he seems. after the first five minutes of talking to him, i knew i had nothing to worry about."

the two of you spend the remaining time on the trains talking together, and she animatedly drags her father towards you and you shake his hand, introducing yourself.

"pleasure to meet you. my name's dan. thank you for being a role model for my little girl." your heart swells with pride at the praise, and you nod.

"you're raising a very fine young woman, dan. she's got a bright future ahead of her." dan nods and thanks you, grinning behind his mask. you know, from what kat's told you, that dan has been a fan of formula 1 since the michael schumacher days and that he's been to three grands prix in his life- silverstone 2003, silverstone 2004, and germany 2008. this'll be his fourth. you also know that the white and papaya t-shirt he's wearing is from the most recent race he's attended. "do you happen to have instagram, dan?"

"i do, why?" his eyes narrow slightly, and you can understand why your question seems a little strange.

"i'm writing a piece about fan presence at recent grands prix, since there's been the 'no fans allowed inside' order from the fia, and would love to interview you and kat before and after the weekend," you lie. "i'd be willing to keep you both anonymous, if you'd like. if i can message you on instagram, it wouldn't be as much of a hassle as writing emails to communicate."

"i'd prefer we remain anonymous, but i'm sure she'd love to be interviewed."

you can't tie me down, but you can tie me up

thursday, 30 july, 2020.

the next morning, you call lewis, the hotel's breakfast menu next to you on your bed and your notepad perched on your lap, your pre-weekend "interview" with dan and kat in just over 90 minutes. lewis picks up the call on the third ring.

"hey!" you have to bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too much, a rush of dopamine flooding your brain at the sound of his voice. "can i call you back in half an hour? i've got media stuff to do in about five minutes."

"i'll be fast. can you get two paddock passes made for sunday under the names kathleen and dan gallagher?"

"they'll have to be media passes, but yeah, why?"

"you'll see. i'll text you the names so you have them. see you in a few days!"

after texting bono a quick message regarding your own pass and ensuring that he would keep it completely and entirely a secret from lewis, you flop backwards onto your bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment. "what the hell have i gotten myself into?"

since the pandemic began, your relationship with lewis has been... well... less than professional.

your daily phone calls and texts with him have contained topics that still make shivers run up your spine and a flush of heat fill your cheeks and neck when you think about them. there have been many nights where you've been on a call with lewis and you're both breathing heavily, clothes messily strewn across your respective beds in a rush to lay back against your pillows and touch yourself to completion, obeying each other's commands and wishes.

there have also been many nights where you're tucked into your beds, roscoe fast asleep next to lewis and your own furry companions, pipsqueak and garfburger, the latter of which amelia named, curled into a ball of rare calmness next to you. the two of you ultimately fall asleep on the call, the idea of having someone with you, even if not physically, helping soothe your anxiety.

both types of calls are incredibly intimate and beautiful, each in their own way.

four days later, you're meeting up with bono outside the paddock to get your own pass and messaging back and forth with dan, attempting to figure out where you can meet him near the paddock entrance. trying to explain to him why you need to meet up today when your scheduled interview time is tomorrow without giving too many details proves to be a difficult task but you're thankfully able to manage. five minutes after bono appears, three media passes in hand, you see dan and kat round the corner. you wave him down, a smile on your face, and kat immediately comes running over to you. today, she sports a pair of baggy jeans, a hamilton jersey over what you assume is the same mercedes hoodie she was wearing on the train, and an incredibly well-loved pair of black platform converse.

"good morning to you both," you say, a bright grin on your face beneath your mask. from the way kat's eyes scrunch up behind glasses you can tell her own smile outshines your own.

"good morning! dad said you had some mid-weekend questions for us?"

"well..." your eyes flick back and forth between dan and kat, and you can see the gears turning in dan's head, but kat remains oblivious. "the mid-weekend questions were a bit of a lie, but i think- i hope- that what i have in my jacket pocket is enough for you to forgive me." with that, you pull the two black and purple media passes out of your jacket, check which one has kat's name on it and which has dan's, and hand them to their respective owners. "kathleen and dan gallagher, welcome to the formula 1 silverstone paddock."

"are you serious?" dan says in disbelief, and when you nod, kat squeaks in delight and throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around you in a vice grip.

"thank you thank you, thank you!"

"you're very welcome. are you ready to go see some cool cars?"

"is that a joke? of course!" kat looks at her father, hoping for some small nod of approval, and, when he does, you think the girl still glued to your torso might just combust from excitement. you can tell that dan's barely containing his own joy, his eyes mirroring the amount of joy you see in kat's.

"in that case, let's go." after about an hour of walking through the paddock, finding spare headsets in the mclaren garage, and smiling as kat and dan can't control their own amazement at the works of engineering in front of them land sheepishly asking a few drivers for photos,) you make your way, finally, to the mercedes garage. "re you two hungry at all? care for a coffee or tea? mercedes has the best food in the paddock. "

"i'd love a coffee, actually." dan says. "kat? you want anything?"

"a cuppa sounds perfect, thank you."

"i've got it. here, have a seat, i'll be right back, " you say, attempting to sound as casual as physically possible when you know you're about to blow their minds. they sit at one of the tables in the small cafe, and you go up to the barista, ordering dan and kat's drinks before ducking away and making your way to lewis' driver's room, knocking a few times and stepping back, smiling when the door opens and you see him, fuck, he looks good. "hi, lewis."

he knew you were going to be in silver stone for the 70th anniversary race, but that isn't until next weekend. "you've here early," he says, leaning against the doorframe. "why's that?"

"i can't want to see my favorite driver at his home race?" you cock an eyebrow and cross your arms, but there's sarcasm evident in your voice. "plus, i missed you. can i tie up your schedule for a bit?"

"it depends. how is my schedule being tied up if i agree?" lewis is matching your own bass, and you smile.

"just some people i'd like you to meet. remember those passes i asked you to have made? well... they're in the cafe and i think the cherry on top of their day would be meeting you."

"in that case, you can tie up my schedule, but i only have fifteen minutes before the strategy meeting." you grin brightly, and your eyes squishing in the corners makes lewis smile in turn, "before we go, though, i do have a little request. come in for a quick minute?" he steps to the side and you gladly follow, turning towards lewis when you hear the door click shut behind you. he's taking off his Mercedes- branded face mask, and you take that as permission lo take your own off. "you know..." he begins, stepping towards you. your breath catches in your throat as all of your senses one immediately overwhelmed with everything lewis. his left hand comes up to hold your and check you gladly lean into his touch, the gentleness of his touch a stark contrast his calloused to fingertips. the next words he says ring in your head, repeating like church bells.

"i missed you, too." those words are the last thing you process before lewis' lips are on yours and every ounce of tension leaves your body.

"mm, lewis, " you say, pulling away from the blissful kiss much to your dismay. "our guests are waiting." lewis groans, and you giggle.

"fine, but after we've done with that and i'm free from my strategy meeting, we're coming back here and finishing what we started."

"deal."

kat and dan are, obviously, completely and entirely dumbfounded when you return to the cafe, six-time world champion in tow.

they're even happier when they watch lewis cross the line in first place, five seconds ahead of max verstappen.

after the podium and post-race interviews, you find yourself crowded against the wall of lewis' driver's room yet again. your kisses are hot and messy, desperate hands wandering around each other's bodies. sometime in the lust-addled haze, you're laying back onto the couch pushed against the back wall and your jeans are being thrown somewhere across the room. whatever, you don't care where they are or how wrinkled they're going to be because lewis is eating you out again and, within minutes, you're cumming on his tongue again as his nose bumps against your clit. when he kisses you, your cum smears on your cheeks and chin and nose and it's so, so filthy, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"are you coming to any other races this year?" lewis speaks up, his voice echoing through his chest. he's found you a pair of joggers that you'd slipped on after another set of blissful kisses and a messy (but very perfect) handjob. he's laying on the couch and you're resting on top of him, your arms wrapped around his torso and his own surrounding your shoulders. your socked feet are tangled with lewis' own, and his fingers, unusually absent of any jewelry, run gently along the curve of your shoulders.

"i'm not sure. i haven't gotten any race assignments yet from upper management, and traveling is really difficult right now if you don't have a work visa."

"i bet i can send some emails." you can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"lewis," you scoff, burying your face in his chest. he smells like forests and jasmine and safety. "you're going to be the death of me."

[maxwell-grant]

Playing Princess Peach: Showtime got me the Mario brainvurms again so I wanna ramble a bit: As much as I adore and put a lot of stock into Wario and Waluigi's dynamic (and as much as Waluigi's my favorite character), I actually don't think Waluigi should be in the Wario games. Particularly Ware, but that also goes for Land in case that ever comes back from the grave. And it's not because of anything wrong or lacking with Waluigi as a character, quite the opposite: I think a lot of what defines him, what makes him interesting in different ways than Wario, actually makes him a terrible fit for Wario's narrative real state. Not an issue when they're together filling in a necessary dynamic in Mario territory, but it gets trickier when Wario's supposed to be the lead in an actual story.

In regards to Land, the central appeal of Wario Land is in the fact that you can play as Wario. I'd said as much before that, generally speaking, where as Mario is altered to fit his games, Wario's games are built to fit him. As much as WL did to flesh out Wario as a character, the core concept for Wario Land 1, and every subsequent game, comes back to the idea that you are playing a bigger, nastier Mario, who can't run as fast or jump as high, but is stronger and full of stranger surprises, so he engages with different kinds of obstacle courses and yyou have to figure out what he can and can't do to solve them. Every alteration made to the Wario Land series over the years, not just in relation to the Super Mario Land platformers it spun out of, was built around turning Wario's existing traits into gameplay mechanics.

He is a bully and a brute and thus you shoulder bash your way through problems, his propensity for comedic slapstick turned into full blown immortality and the source of his power-ups, he is far more interested in sniffing for gold than actually saving anyone so his adventures are less linear, your endgoal is to get the biggest treasures possible, his thieving bastard explorer nature eventually allowed for a timed Indiana Jones boulder escape at every level, Shake It lets you literally shake down enemies for cash, etc. The one time they took the opposite route and really altered Wario to fit a pre-ordained gimmick was in Master of Disguise, and soundtrack aside there's some good reasons why that one's so unpopular it's not even considered a Wario Land game.

All of these are traits that are built to fit Wario, and mainly Wario, and you could argue that these by extension apply to Waluigi because of his traits that overlap with Wario's, and for sure the spin-offs demonstrate that Waluigi does tag along on Wario's treasure hunts sometimes, but if we concede this and add Waluigi as a Player 2, then: A: What is so great and unique about Wario, if other characters can also do all the absurd things he does? And B: What is so great and weird about Waluigi, if all he's doing is just the stuff Wario already does?

The Mario platformers don't really have this issue with Luigi not just because Luigi as the Player 2 is grandfathered in, but because mechanically speaking Luigi isn't very different from Mario, and because the gameplay mechanics for Mario platformers are nowhere near as specialized as Wario's is. Everybody runs and jumps and collects power-ups and does the same things Mario does, that's why the Toads and the princesses can jump in on it just fine. Wario sharing the glory of being Wario is just not what Wario does, and it's Waluigi's thing even less. With everyman all-ages Mario, everyone's invited to join in the fun, but when the whole point is you reveling in "you get to play as Wario!", WHERE BEING BAD IS GOOD AND GREED IS GOOD HEHEHEHEHEH, you really lose a lot of the appeal turning it into "you get to play as Wario, and another guy (or even more) who can also do the things Wario does, turns out Wario's willing to share I guess". Even working in a different set of paths and solutions per level so Wario and Waluigi could solve problems differently would just be splitting levels by half of the work and half of the fun.

For comparison's sake, Pizza Tower has a second playable character in the form of The Noise, a rival who is opposite to Peppino personality-wise. Despite having more or less the same proportions (and in prior builds playing identically to Peppino), in order to accomodate his personality that is also his main selling point, he plays in a different manner through levels that weren't designed around him (not different enough that it excludes co-op though), and so he actually breaks the game, and that is in fact worked into everything he does: Pretty much the main running gag through The Noise Update is that he is brazenly cheating and easily clearing through the things Peppino worked so hard to beat "fairly", and that he is a piece of shit with no emotional stakes in what he's doing, turning every hardship or battle into a joke.

Pizza Tower is just as much built around Peppino's character as Wario Land is (which is part of why the game became faster and more stressful, and thus played increasingly less and less like Wario Land over every subsequent build up until release), and it was only ever going to accomodate the Noise's personality by either designing new levels (and thus a new game) around him, or going all the way on him breaking the existing ones and occupying an opposite role to Peppino's, which fits him. Again, you could argue this dirty cheater angle fits Waluigi. The problem is, again, redundancy, and it not fitting Wario Land. Gameplay-wise, Wario is already breaking and even cheating through levels to clear them, he is already flipping the middle finger to traditional Mario-style platforming the way The Noise is doing to Peppino's playstyle. And story-wise, Wario doesn't let himself be outdone, he is not getting upstaged from his own adventures. Peppino doesn't WANT to be in his own adventures, that's why the game plays him for pathos and The Noise gets played for pure satire. They get to do completely different things in a way I'm not sure you could do with Wario and Waluigi without significantly overhauling the way Wario Land works, and at that point, why bother.

That being said, I definitely do want there to be a way Wario and Waluigi could star in a platformer together, it would be a dream for me. But I don't think that's going to work for Wario Land, and not doing Wario Land runs the risk of doing Master of Disguise again so, it'd take a lot of work. I want to say there is at least a possibility of making it work, which is definitely not an argument I'd make for Waluigi joining the WarioWare cast.

The thing about how WarioWare's cast works, and how it manages to keep Wario recognizably Wario even in a drastically different role than the one he occupies in Mario spin-offs and Wario Land alike, is a very simple but effective dynamic: Wario is the boss, and everyone else is your friend/co-worker. Wario is the ringmaster, and the circus freaks need your help to keep the show afloat. Wario is Michael Scott/J Jonah Jameson, and you're in the Dunder Mifflin/Daily Bugle trenches with everyone else.

All of the WarioWare characters are lovable weirdos, it comes with the question of "what kind of person would not just be friends with, but willingly work for Wario?". They are weird, they are dorks, they are (mostly) nice, they (mostly) get along, but above all, they are accomodating. Of their weirdness, of your weirdness, even of their boss' weirdness. Their goal is to guide you through the challenges and fun and encourage you to succeed. They do all the hard work in making these games fun to play. They are directly, proportionately opposite to how much of an dynamic jerk Wario is, and that's why Wario gets to keep on doing Wario things.

He gets to cause problems and lead the gang into trouble, he gets be mean, he gets to hijack proceedings and directly insult and mess with the player, he gets to be the villain, he gets to be the butt of the joke, he gets to crash and fail. The Ware crew gets to be people you come to know and relate to and love, while he gets to be the GOTTA WIIIIN guy. It's a fine balance and a very good deal on their end.

It also has no room whatsoever for Waluigi, anti-social party crasher conniving drama queen extraordinaire, in anything other than a cameo or a one-off antagonistic competition with them. He isn't going to take Wario, or anyone's place, and his dynamic with Wario in the spin-offs just doesn't translate to Wario's role in WarioWare. And he belongs even less in the WarioWare crew (especially with characters like Jimmy T and Crygor, who have significant overlapping traits with Waluigi already), he is just not made for playing nice with others like that. It's not that he can't, his player interactions can be remarkably non-antagonistic and chill even, but it's not his thing.

He is Waluigi, as they reiterate in every bio, he is dastardly and mean and also a tryhard loser who "thinks" he's Luigi's rival more so than he actually is, and who doesn't seem to get along with anyone other than Wario, in fact he barely plays nice with Wario a lot of the time, they're partners in crime first and foremost and are depicting bickering over spoils when they work together. He'd just break the balance that makes this cast dynamic work so well without offering anything in return, and would be worse off for it. If anything Waluigi should be the last person to work for WarioWare, it has nothing to do with what he's about and the dude knows firsthand how little Wario intends to pay anyone ever. You could get stuff out of playing him as a rival trying to muscle in their gigs, or beat Jimmy T on the dance floor, and even that's stretching a bit.

I think the biggest problem comes down to the fact that the main thing with Waluigi, much like Wario, IS his outsized personality and the role it offers him, and with how Wario's games are precision-built around him and him alone as the center, putting Waluigi in those is dooming him to get sucked into Wario's orbit in roles that just don't work for him and dillute the chief appeal of putting Waluigi in stuff. Even if he's already secondary to Wario in the spin-offs, in there they fill in a niche together, two halves of one idiot, Camelot's favorite boys and all that, that you can't carry over when Wario has bigger things to do than just play along and be a nuisance to Mario.

I was very happy with Princess Peach: Showtime in part because of how committed it was to the idea of putting Peach and Peach alone in the spotlight, with NO Mario elements whatsoever tagging along for the ride. There is not a single trace of Mario or Bowser anywhere, the Toads leave at the opening cutscene and don't come back until the post-credits when their only role is to give her crown back. The game is just Peach going on adventures, righting wrongs and trying new personas and putting on a show with the people she's saving.

It's short, sweet, it's kind of a baby game and it has to be for the target audience, and it doesn't seem to be super popular in general but I'm glad it sold well, I'd like for Nintendo to make more games like it. It got me to like Peach more than I ever have before, and it got me feeling very good about the fact that this exists at all. Seems like there really has been a creative renaissance for Mario over the past years. Not that I ever expect it to happen anymore, but I always dreamed of Waluigi getting to have something like this, although I'll say that Peach's was a very long time coming (especially given the failure of Super Princess Peach) and I'm glad this premise was made with her. I never thought it'd happen and that makes the former dream seem, y'know, a little less impossible. Maybe.

Semi-unrelated but I am also extremely glad that Madame Grape exists, definitely a character I'd like to see return to occupy a position akin to King Boo or just go-karting with the others. And by no means was this intentional, but I definitely get a kick out of the fact that the villain in Showtime is an overlooked purple-clad drama queen who creates and leads a group literally called "Sour Grapes", who wants to claim her role in a world of happy shining people who don't APPRECIATE her work unless she makes them, who wants to plaster her face and name and colors everywhere, and who is incredibly invested in making Peach her nemesis and foil, even though this story was supposed to be about Peach taking a break for a change and Grape is very far from being the worst thing Peach has to deal with on a regular basis. Just reminded me of another guy who tried to hypnotize "the rhythmless masses" with sweet dance moves once.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

You hate me? You hate poor little Silly anon? You remove my rq from yyou inbox :( (very much /j of course) Lucky I have the tumblr outbox extension hehehehehehe (i mean i remembered anyways but still :3 ) This was what I sent: "If you're uhhh still taking the MTT flash-fic RQs. May I ask 14 + Cry (or tears)? No pressure of course :3"

i'm so sorry silly anon for deleting your asks waaaaaaaaaaa

please accept this as my apology..........

14. w.d.y.w.f.m? - the neighborhood

Maybe you're right, maybe this is all that I can be But what if it's you, and it wasn't me? What do you want from me? What do you want from me?

aaaaaand i'm gonna add another song, just because this delicious prompt reminds me of its existence too >:3

cry for me (english ver.) - twice

I want you to cry, cry for me The way I cried for you, baby, cry for me Make your rain fall, cry for me But again Somehow you keep me goin' round and round All the walls I built around me come crashin' down Makin' excuses, gotta drown 'em out I want you to, I want you to, I want you to die for me

PROMPT: CRY

⚠️ so just a warning: this thing is heavy, okay? like, i think even heavier than the horrordust one i did before, so mind the tags here ⚠️

(cw: toxic relationship, implied self-harm, verbal abuse, probably ooc - they're all assholes in here)

the door slams open, the sound reverberating through the apartment like a gunshot. murder stumbles in, face flushed purple, a stagger in his walk. he smells of booze and fire. his jacket is torn, some parts charred. and yet, there’s a manic look on his face when he stares into the eyes of horror and killer, who are rushing to the hallway to see what the commotion is about.

“what the-” horror says, his voice sharp, his eyes narrowed. “murder, what the hell did you do now?”

murder lets out a sharp, humorless laugh, throwing his jacket on the floor with more force than necessary. “what the hell did i do?” he echoes, his tone wild and shaky. “i survived, horror. barely. isn’t that what you wanted?” his gaze darts from horror to killer, who leans against the wall all nonchalant. “for me to barely keep living while you both stand there and watch the show?”

killer looks murder up and down, his mouth curved downwards. “you’re drunk,” he says flatly. “and stupid, apparently.”

“yeah? and you’re an unfeeling statue,” murder snaps, his voice rising as he points a finger at killer. “you always sit there on the sidelines, watching, like none of this matters. like i don’t matter.”

horror steps forward, placing himself between them. turning to murder, he says, “ok, you need to calm down. you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“oh, i already tried that.” murder’s words come out bitterly, his lips curling into a manic grin. “almost drove myself off the cliff. you should’ve seen it – it was spectacular.”

horror scowls. “that’s not funny, murder.”

“what? so making jokes about killing others is fine, but you draw the line at my attempt to off myself?” murder spits, his bi-colored eyes blazing and wild. “maybe i should do this more if this is the only way to make you care!”

“we do care!” horror says quickly, the words coming too fast. “i care, okay? you don’t have to throw that in my face every time something goes wrong.”

murder laughs, a sharp and broken sound. “that’s rich coming from you. you’re so good at tearing me apart with your words, but the second i need you to actually be there, you disappear.”

“what?” horror clenches his fists, his soft tone swiftly gone. “why do think that’s the case, huh? i can barely breathe around you without you demanding more, like i’m some kind of bottomless pit.”

“because you never give me anything!” murder screams, leaning into horror’s space, his chest heaving. his eyes brim with tears of frustration. “i am drowning, horror! i am bleeding out for you, and all you give me is venom instead of a cure! what the hell do you even want from me?!”

“i want you to stop acting like you’re the only hurt one here!” horror’s voice booms in the cramp space. for a moment, the apartment feels like it might collapse under the weight of their shouting. “you think it’s easy for me?! to care about someone like you?! someone who’s all or nothing, who’s willing to break your own arm just to make a point?!”

“i wouldn’t have to hurt myself if you’d meet me halfway!” murder shouts back, his voice cracking. “i’d die for you, sans. for both of you. and all i get is this- this emptiness!”

horror flinches, his jaw tightening as his glare softens for just a moment. he looks away from murder’s fiery gaze. “i’ve never asked you to kill yourself for us. but,” he squints at murder’s slightly smaller form, “you don’t know how to do anything else, do you?”

killer sighs, finally stepping forward. “maybe if you both stopped shouting long enough to say what you need, this wouldn’t be a disaster.”

murder whirls on him in an instant, laughing bitterly. “oh, great. killer, the voice of reason. except, you never do a damn thing to help!”

“i’m not the one constantly crashing out and sleeping around just because i can’t handle my emotions,” killer replies coolly, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“angel, you’re both impossible!” murder screams, his hands holding his skull as if he wants to break it apart. “do you even want this?! do you even care – either of you?!”

horror hesitates, his mouth opening and closing like he wants to say something but unable to. killer, as always, is the first to answer.

“i care enough to stay,” killer says, his tone even and detached. “that’s more than you give me credit for.”

“that’s not enough!” murder screams, tears spilled over. he shrinks into himself, his body trembling with the force of his sobs. “i can’t be the only one who feels this! i can’t be the only one who cries, who loves, who bleeds in this forsaken relationship!”

horror steps forward hesitantly, his hand twitching but not daring to touch the vibrating ball that is murder. “sans…” he starts, his voice softening. “i… i don’t know how to fix this.”

“then why are we even doing this?” murder whispers, his voice full of anguish and desperation. he looks up at both of them with his tear-streaked face. “why do i even love you when it’s killing me?”

neither of them answers. the silence blankets all of them, heavy and suffocating.

after a while, murder wipes at his face, breaking the fragile quiet. “it doesn’t matter, does it…? this is all i deserve. all i’ll ever have, like you said.” he laughs, a manic sound. “stars, i just wish…” he hiccups, as another sob threatens to tear through his vocal cords again. “i just wish you’d cry for me. just once. just like i do for you.”

horror looks away, gritting his teeth, while killer stares down at murder, face unreadable. and murder realizes, with a sinking feeling in his nonexistent stomach, that they never will.

[annwrites24]

WIP Wednesday (but I went to bed reeeeeallllly early last night so it's actually Thursday lol)

Tagged by @djarinmuse, I've never done one of these before, this is so exciting! I have two, one from the next arc of In The Stars and one from a new secret project that will probably be revealed once The Gladiator is over, and I'm not gonna tell which is which hehehehehehe

NSFW under the cut btw, 18+ only

Excerpt One:

“Please,” you practically sobbed, and Mando loomed over you, bracing himself so he could swipe his tip through your folds and draw another desperate moan from you. You pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his hips as you forced him inside. You could feel him trying to resist, to ease in, to go slowly, but you wanted the pain as proof that he was real, that this wasn't just another dream. Mando groaned when he pushed into your cunt, pulling a soft cry from your throat as he moved, his hips suddenly meeting yours at an uneven pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he cradled your body against him, the armour on his chest digging into your skin uncomfortably. But you wouldn’t let him pull away, and you panted together in sync with each thrust. His hands were bare; you could feel his warm palm pressed into your back to force you closer. “Were you thinking about me?” Mando asked hoarsely, and you moaned weakly as his thrusts picked up again. “Y-Yes,” you confessed and cried out when he forced his hips against you recklessly and then felt him cum with a soft groan, filling you with warmth. He kept bucking his hips unevenly against you, fucking the last of his cum deeper until you felt it leaking out and dripping onto the bed.

Excerpt Two:

Din paused then, your open mouths breathing each other's air, hovering inches apart without coming together. You curled your fingers in his hair, pulling gently to watch his head tip back before he buried his face in your neck. You could feel him breathing deeply as he pulled his hips back and then slowly, savouring every inch, sank in again. You could already feel your cunt fluttering around him, welcoming his cock back inside. Din kissed your neck as he moved slowly, his skin sticking to yours as the bunk filled with the sound of his panted breaths and your soft whimpers. His demonstration of how much he had missed you was a long, slow kiss to your neck, followed by his tongue sweeping across your collarbone while you whined. "O-Oh that feels…" you trailed off, humming happily when Din kissed you again, his lips meeting yours and parting to swallow the sound. He rocked his hips again, his pace building gradually. You could feel every muscle in his body tightening, pulled taut under his skin with the effort of keeping himself under control. "Gotta slow down, or m'not gonna last," he warned hoarsely, burying his face in your neck for a moment while he paused. He was breathing hard, and you knew he wasn't out of breath from the effort but from the strain of holding back. You turned to kiss the side of his head, inhaling his familiar smell.

I want to tag @newpathwrites and @nonbinairyboi (but no pressure!!)

[crguang]

violinist au kafka hit the second tower. but actually she's so annoying😭 she needs to shut up atp. but this actually driving me crazy. like the monday after the friday bus ride...her driving by that store a couple times a week just to see r in the window, she's awful. love serval just lying to r so they'd see each other again, loved that, but she didn't know how much kafka sucks. also blade driving, is he actively suicidal in this au still? honestly i feel like blade would be a bad driver, but on purpose, and kafka doesn't seem like the type to drive if there's someone else to do it. her annoying r on purpose and comparing them to when they were both teenagers was great, esp with the contrast after she makes her cry. also her smiling perpetually as part of her mask is also very interesting to me, but i did love this part bc kafka would def come off as a rich asshole if she wasn't a criminal already. and her just like staring in disbelief when she made r cry like it's literally not her fault. she's so good at hiding her emotions too, ugh. and her giving her card too, is she even real. (she is unfortunately not.) the angst is killing me, but in the good way, (how many rereads is between me and my history). this au is amazing.

btw forgot to mention ur so right, folklore is the album for this au. personally seven was never one of my faves, but it fits so well with this au, yea. would have more thoughts but I'm about to fall asleep.

very glad I have this week off uni tho, (thanksgiving) very not looking forward to seeing my relatives and I'm applying to a writing program, but instead I'm yapping about kafka, so really great productivity coming from me. I also got an arcane s2 spoiler abt one of the favs as soon as I opened tumblr, I literally blocked all the arcane tags, fml hate being on the internet sometimes. I have to wait to watch it bc my friend is driving 3 hours for a visit and we're watching it together.

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HEHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE UR COMMENTSSS kafka’s so obvious but especially to blade since hes the one driving her around lmfao. hes still suicidal otherwise a big part of his character would be missing i feel like, kafka’s just the bravest😭😭😭 he’d never crash the car with her in it… maybe. i think hes a good driver he just has to fight demons every day. k def can come off as a snob sometimes but thats because of the way she dresses and her confidence + her picky tastes 😭 if i saw her in the streets i personally would just think thats a sexy rich lady but maybe im biased. i’d say she looks nice tho bc of her constant smile. she came in that store with a mission and got bamboozled by the consequences of her actions like shes too funny fr. making r cry then giving them her business card shes actually crazy hdhfnfmf there is so much lore to this au im only writing the parts that make me go insane but like the whole thing is just so great, i havent had a story obsess me like this in a while and the best part is that im making it up so i can add whatever i want 😋 even started a pinterest board first them… like we’re really deep in this

hope thanksgiving isnt too tedious but at least youre free of uni for a week and u can sleep as much as u like !! i havent watched arcane yet either, i might do it when i get home but im also pretty tired so we’ll see. hope u and ur friend have fun tho

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @dreadfutures - and tagging more!

@warpedlegacy @rakshadow @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @melisusthewee @blarrghe @agentkatie @delicatefade @leggywillow @about2dance @mrslyncx @flaggermuser @hekaerges @skinwalkingxana @rowanisawriter @anderstrevelyan

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

6

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

53,612

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Dragon Age. I have one fic that's a South Park fic that was a gift fic for someone else. It's an episode of South Park where Randy thinks he's a witcher and goes by Randalt.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A thousand years or more, if not for this - SMUT PERFORMS SO WELL!

The sky sang out your name to me - Post-trespasser Solavellan hell

Heart of Glass - Dalish OC/OC story starts before events of Inquisition

Randalt - The South Park gift fic I mentioned above

The Pride of the Dalish - Prologue to Heart of Glass

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! All of them. Comments are cherished!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The sky sang out your name to me  Technically it's a happy ending for Solas and Eilan, but, uh, it feels bad for the reader. Hehehehehehe. 😈😈😈

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Pride of the Dalish. Eilan is a secretive person and reveals one of her most closely held secrets to Lex and he holds it gingerly for her and supports her. It is cute.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Eh. Maybe? I've gotten hate on ME over a fic. Like someone who loved my fic and praised it but said it made them think I am a bad person irl. That sort of thing? Kind of unhinged so I don't pay it much mind.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I did one smut for the clicks and it worked, baby. Most read fic with that E tag.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nah.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. I also don't go looking for it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Though @bluewren and I discuss Lex and Eilan deeply to get them right in our independent writing, we've never actively co-written a story.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I am a single-minded "current ship is the OTP" fanatic, so right now it's Lex/Eilan.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A Fenris POV fic. It starts during Inquisition. Fenris and Hawke are together in Kirkwall. Fenris is struggling to find his identity and purpose as a free man. Hawke's celebrity dominates how people see them in Kirkwall. He starts harboring resentment and blaming Hawke for all sorts of feelings of aimlessness and inadequacy and Hawke is like ????? but also not very helpful or a good emotional lean-to because she is a very prickly red Hawke. Cullen, now commander of the Inquisition, writes to Hawke asking for her help on a mission. Fenris sees it first and intercepts the mission, replies saying he'll do it, does not inform Hawke, and leaves without saying a word. It's a few months of Fenris finding himself and his inner turmoil as he goes through the ordeal of discovering himself outside the confines of slavery. Isabela is on the quest with him and really not helping because Isabela hates Hawke at this point (they were close, then things soured, and Isabela sees an opportunity to poke Hawke in the eye via Fenris.) At the end of the quest he goes to Skyhold to meet with Cullen and Hawke is already there, called in by Varric, and it's on the cusp of the battle at Fort Adamant. THE DRAMA IS EPIC. THE CONFRONTATION! AAAAAH!

16. What are your writing strengths?

According to readers, well drawn characters and scene tension.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

When I am tired and lose track of what my story is about, I tend towards humor/jokes and the fic souffle loses all shape.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

For me it's all contextual. Some times leaving something untranslated is in service of the scene and a smart choice, sometimes the translation is a smart choice. I go by what serves the fic best in that moment, and even combine it in the same fic. There's no hard or fast rules for me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sailor Moon when I was 11 or 12.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

My current WIP. But that's not published yet. So from the published fics, maybe Ropes of Fate. Short story, 3,000 words, light and sweet, 11-year old Lex POV. It came out of me more or less intact which was a nice feeling (and maybe only possible with short stories 😉)

blank form below:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

[penname-artist]

(🦮 send me a summary I already did for one of the above two, and I’ll try to write a snippet for that summary!) for the one I sent earlier with the amputee Nick tag, if it wouldn't be to much trouble.

The summary you gave for it sounds like it would be such a fun fic :)

>:3 hehehehehehe...

(sorry this took so long by the way, dearest Anon; I was in Writing Block for a bit and I've just recently attempted to latch back on in time for NaNoWriMo on the first. Anyways let the words commence!)

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“I still think that you’ve made a terrible decision.” Blade deadpanned, looking out across the runway. From across the base, he could make out the distinctly shorter head of his partner - both in marriage and in crime - drinking a coke among the ring of Smokejumpers. Oh, Lord. They were a surefire combination of elements, that bunch, ready to burst at the seams with mischievousness. Hopefully Maru was careful to hide any spoils from them.

The sly devil, as a matter of fact, was watching the chaos with Blade, giggling into his next sip of mid-day coffee. He was right, of course. It was going to be a disaster for certain.

But it was also going to be fucking hilarious.

The two of them, Nick and Blade, hadn’t been here long. A couple of months now, perhaps, if you were to count the days by hand. But they were both fully certified and qualified, and just at that midway point between being the complete newbies of the team and getting your bearings in the pecking order. Blade was already getting ahead in the performance metric, but socially speaking, well…Nick got that side of the coin.

He was the social butterfly. The life of the party, the happy-go-lucky. He’d always been. Being annoyingly confident and hopelessly dense about it had the added perk of having the ability to get anyone to be your best friend on a whim. He could play a flute and have an army mindlessly marching behind him, enraptured with his ways. He’d certainly charmed Blade already. Now, he was weaseling his little butt into the inner circle of the firefighter’s cliques, or the “Gremlins” as Cabbie seemed to refer to them. The Smokejumpers - a team consisting of five individuals currently, although there’d been more at some point in time - were as close to the team’s version of the jock’s table at a school cafeteria as you could get. They were rather loud, brutish, and boneheaded to a fault. Daredevil-born Nick fit their team like a glove. Blade was already certain of that, from the whoops of laughter among the group they could hear all the way from the med-bay.

[silverandbluephoenix]

ten first lines

ahhh ok so the game is to list the first lines/sentences of ten of your fics to see if there's a pattern. My fics/interests are very scattered though lmao so let's see!! Thank you @tommarvoloriddlesdiary for the tag!

"The first godchild is born silent from the womb of the Titaness." (Press your bloodstained lips against mine darling, aka Persephone harrymort au)

"The room shimmers in the light of the chandeliers. Around him, they dance. They’re always moving, always partying. Even their food seems to shine, luscious and colorful fruits, delectable meats, spun sugar that makes his mouth water. Their faces are beautiful: high cheekbones and vivid eyes, along with red, red lips that smile perfectly, hiding sharp teeth." (hehehehehehe)

"When they climb off the train together, Hermione hugs him tightly and looks at him with deadly serious eyes. “Contact me if you need anything, ok? We’re always here for you.” The words ring hollow considering what they both know. " (It always leads to you in my hometown, unposted)

"The Boy Who Lived stands alone, in the midst of destruction." (End of the world (begin again), aka time travel au)

"Severus Snape was seventeen when he realized he’d made a mistake. Well, that’s not entirely true. He knew he made a mistake the word left his mouth, sixteen and humiliated." (Don't Search for me, you won't find what you're looking for, aka Severitus au)

"Howard Stark was a great man. Born with virtually nothing, he clawed his way to the top- just honest good work, he’d say proudly to anyone he asked. Howard’s Stark wasn’t particularly a good man though." (boy of ruin, man of stardust, unposted Tony Stark character study)

"If you had asked Narcissa Black about the worst thing that had happened to her when she was sixteen, she would give you a long look, and raise a single elegant eyebrow. She would tell you that she wasn’t quite sure, and laugh it off with that airy, aristocrat chuckle. What she wouldn’t tell you about was this." (Swallow me whole (choke on me) pt 1 of Black sisters character studies)

"When Andromeda Black is eleven years old, a hat sits on her head and declares her to be just like the rest of her family. The dungeons are cold and unfriendly, but she is a Black afterall so she keeps her head up." (Swallow me whole (spit me out) pt. 2 of Black sisters studies)

"From a young age, Bellatrix Black came to associate shouting with pain." (Swallow me whole (let the darkness consume me) pt. 3 of Black sisters studies)

uhhhh that's only nine but its all the fics I have a set first line for. Thank you so much for the tag! I think most people have been tagged already so if you see this take it as a free invite lol!

[twsted-princess]

Unsure what you implied with the tag so I give you two options

13. “I could kiss you right now!” Any FFXIV Melanie ship

60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” CarolErenville

If that one is wrong ignore and only do the one you wanna bestie <3

Hehehehehehe~

"One more round!! This one's on me!!" Carol cheered, her glass of wine slipping a few drops as she makes her declaration. The rest of the tavern cheers as Erenville sighs. From the motley crew Urianger was passed out on the table mumbling to himself, Melody was obsessively playing triple triad, Y'shtola had already gone to her room to sleep, Keres and Thancred........were somewhere likely entangled in each other's embrace and Melanie was already asleep. So it was down to two, and the elezen was six glasses in. "Miss Ann don't you think you should rest?" he asked, swirling his glass of mead and golden eyes almost glowing in the candlelight. She glanced at him and he could see her tongue run over her lips. "Oh we're fiiiiiiine~ I'm a little- hic!! Tipsy. Beside we all deserve a reward!" Leaning over she smiled, her cheek stained as red as her drink before a barmaid brought over her seventh wine. "Perhaps, but we were going to hike tomorrow and I'd like to leave bright and early." Carol giggled as she took a long sip. "Don't you worry little bunny, I'll be in tip-top shape tommorrow~!!" Little bunny......that was new. She watched as he shuffled, the nickname worming into his mind. "You're so cute Eren, like a little bunny rabbit~♡" Cooing she got up from her seat to get closer, closer, watching his ears twitch at her teasing while trying to remain firm. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” he watched as she crawled onto his lap, petting his hair and pushing herself closer. "Awww I'm just messing with you but......I'd love to study your body. See what makes you tick.♡" She stroked his ears and giggled as a shiver ran down his spine. "Carol......" he murmured before burying his face in her neck. A sigh leaving her lips. "It's still dark, we can play all night long my sweet bunny.♡" Erenville sighed, there was no way to resist her. Might as well have a little fun.

[glubglubgurgle]

honey crisps (chapter 6)

calebmc college au!! they attend a jackson wang party hehe

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 end

pairings: caleb/unnamed afab mc

tags: college alternate universe, FLUFF, calebmc are both freshmen, AU where they both have parents lol..., childhood friends to lovers, fake dating/practice dating/practice kissing/practice more...?, smutty, caleb third person pov, caleb yearns as usual, they make out here!!!! jealous caleb !!!! no sex yet! just some good kissing and attempted masturbation, VAG FINGERING?????, booby touching hehe, eating out, booby kissing, caleb cums in his pants !!!!, blowjobs (or at least attempted...you'll see why) PARTYING!!

word count: 2.6k

a/n: happy birthday caleb!!!! wish i was munching on his cake tonight </3 but it's party time so jackson wang party for celebration hehehehehehe hope u guys still like me.......

ping list!!: @mcdepressed290 @st4rlight707 @auroranavi @plzdonutpercieveme @ippilulu (it wont let me tag u TT) @honeycrispangels

CROSS POSTED TO AO3

chapter 6

The next few days were terrible for Caleb. It was excruciatingly awkward for the two of them. He attempted to sweep things under the rug, but she would freeze up around him. 

The night they shared was really good for the two of them until she looked at him with pleading eyes, and said she wanted to go all the way.

“Caleb, I can’t take it anymore. I want all of you, please?” She said to him, holding his head up by the locks of his hair, tearing him away from her clit after she came multiple times. 

He froze. “P-pip…I want to so bad, but you know we can’t.” He said, breathlessly. His cock straining against the sheets. “I-I know this sounds terrible after all we did, but you shouldn’t rush into that. I want you to do it with someone you actually like…”

She looked at him, her eyes suddenly sober. “R-right…sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She grabbed her shirt and covered herself, “I’m getting tired, you’re all, um, good, right?” She closed her legs, removing his hands from her thighs.

“Hey, pip…” Caleb tried to stop her from leaving, but the words wouldn’t come out of his throat. 

“I’m gonna get cleaned up and go to bed, I have an early class.” She didn’t. “Uh, thanks.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before rushing off the bed and out of the room, shutting his door on her way out.

The next morning, she was already walking out the door as he woke up. He tried to talk to her, but she waved a quick bye before leaving. 

Caleb just stood there after she left, regretting almost everything. He didn’t regret saying no to her. As much as he wanted it to be him, he didn’t want them to have sex as friends. He wanted to be more than that, and he couldn’t use the excuse of wanting to take her first for that time. 

He wondered if he ruined all his chances, but he just wanted to move forward to at least go back to where they were. He tried to act normal, and he hoped to find a chance to be able to properly talk to her.

But she was too good at avoiding him. They knew each others’ schedules perfectly, but Caleb lost to her when she’d slip out of his reach on the dot each day. He received short responses and easy excuses through text, but he never could bring himself to physically stop her. Even in class, the work picked up, so she didn’t have much of a reason to turn around and talk, even giving Gideon short replies and forced smiles.

Before he knew it, it was already Saturday. 

He had to pull out their childhood promise, he didn’t know why hadn’t earlier on. He wondered if he was too afraid of her, but he couldn’t handle it anymore. He knocked on her door, his hand slightly shaking. He swore he was a fearless man, but anything involving her made him the weakest man alive. “If you don’t come talk to me, I’m telling Gideon we’re not going to his friend’s party tonight.” He waited for a sign, his ear up to her door. And then finally, footsteps. He quickly stood up straight as he heard her doorknob turn.

She opened up her door slightly, peeking at him through the small space. “Y-yeah?”

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “You ignored me all week and one mention about the party, and now you wanna see me, pip? Is that all I am to you?” He asked playfully.

She looked down at her feet, opening her door more. Scratching the back of her neck, she replied, “I wasn’t ignoring you…”

“Yeah, sure. You were just super busy.” He sighed. “Let’s make up.”

Hesitantly, she looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

“Shouldn’t we patch things up like we do after every argument?” He tilted his head, taking a step forward towards her. 

“We didn’t argue…I just,” She covered her face with her hands, “It was just kind of embarrassing.”

He grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her flushed face. “Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. We just got caught up in the moment…I know we did a lot of things, but I just want you to…y’know…do that with someone you really like…like that.” He let go of her hands to rake his fingers through his hair, flustered. “So…are we okay?” Caleb looked at her to study her expression, a far-away look present in her eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was still embarrassment or disappointment. “Pip?”

As if she was in deep though, she blinked back to reality, a smile showing on her lips. Caleb could see it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yep, we’re good, Caleb. I get it, don’t worry. I’m gonna get ready, sooo…” She flashed a thumbs-up before shutting her door in his face.

Caleb was sure she didn’t get it, and he was also sure she wasn’t happy with him. He just couldn’t understand how to appease her. He just hoped the party would get her mind off of things and make things less awkward.

–

Despite their ‘reconciliation’ from earlier in the day, the two didn’t share much words before the party. He half-expected her to barge into his room to ask for advice on what to wear, but since Gideon said it was a casual party, she probably had no issues.

Caleb didn’t bother trying too hard to look good. He didn’t want to attract too much attention so he just wore a random white tee and jeans. His shirt felt tighter around the chest than usual, but he just brushed it off and didn’t bother to change. 

Around 6:30pm, Gideon sent a message saying he was on his way to their place to pick them up. In exchange for the ride, he wanted Caleb to help him carry in drinks. He didn’t even know how Gideon managed to get his hands on alcohol, but he assumed his charm helped with bypassing an ID check. He walked over to her room again to let her know that they’d be leaving soon.

She opened her door, revealing herself in a tank top and black denim mini skirt. 

He must have been staring for too long when she was prompted to wave a hand over his face, “Earth to Caleb? What’s wrong? Is it ugly?” She placed a hand on her hip, looking frustrated. She then turned to face her bedroom mirror, fixing her hair in the reflection, revealing that her top was backless.

“Woah, uh, no. You look great, I just…um. Are you gonna bring a jacket?” His cheeks felt warm, she was breathtaking. And he suddenly really didn’t want to go to the party.

She looked at him confused, grabbing her phone from her back pocket to scroll through it, “Probably not, it says it’s going to be warm throughout the night.” She shrugged, shoving her phone into her back pocket again.

He wanted to lock her in her room, forbid her from going out like that. Yes, he could fight, but he didn’t want anyone to see how ethereal she looked. He wanted this scene to be for his eyes only. But their relationship was already treading thin ice, so he held himself back. “Alright, pip. Well, Gid’s on his way so we should head downstairs. Wear comfortable shoes.” 

He walked back into his room to grab a random jacket. Despite it being warm, he knew she’d get cold later with the lack of fabric she was already wearing. He walked to the door of their apartment, grabbing the keys from the bowl and waited for her.

Gideon finally arrived a couple minutes later. Caleb slipped into the passenger seat whilst she sat behind Gideon, next to a couple boxes of beer and a huge cooler. “Damn, Gid, where’d all this come from?”

“I know a couple guys,” he winked at him. 

Caleb saw the way she eyed the alcohol. “Hey, pip. I know it’s your first party and I’m not forbidding you to drink or anything. But please don’t go too crazy. Your mom would kill me if you end up in the hospital.” He said, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Yeah, whatever. I’m not a kid, Caleb. You don’t always have to watch over me.” She mumbled the last part, but he still heard her loud and clear. 

Gideon glanced at Caleb, a flash of worry in his eyes, as he had probably felt the tension between the two. He tried to reassure him that nothing was wrong, but he couldn’t even reassure himself. 

Once they got to the place, there were already a lot of people parked and walking into the huge house, he was surprised they got a parking spot right in front. He met Jackson earlier in the week in their classes, and he looked exactly like someone who threw ragers often. He was half-expecting an asshole jock, but he was actually really cool and considerate. Caleb spotted the platinum haired host at the front door of the house, greeting people. His eyes seemed to have lit up as Gideon exited the driver’s seat.

Before following suit, he turned to her, “Don’t stray too far, pip…it makes me nervous when you’re not around.” 

“Whatever…” She mumbled as she got out of the car.

Caleb got out, standing next to Gideon on the other side, watching as Jackson came up to them to greet them. He was in black tank top and heavily ripped jeans. “Hey guys!” His eyes fell to her and he smiled wider, “Woah, you must be Caleb’s close friend, right? Nice to meet you! I’m glad you could come, too.” Then he peered into the car, seeing all the drinks. “My man!” He exclaimed over to Gideon, giving him a hug. “I would so help you out, but I gotta make sure no one’s broken anything yet, in there.”

“Of course, man. No worries, we got this.” Gideon nodded. “I got these two to help, we’ll see you inside.”

A few more exchanges and then Jackson ran back into his house, greeting more people. Caleb and her got to work with helping Gideon bring in the drinks. The inside of the house was huge. He was expecting more of a fraternity house like he’d seen in movies, but Jackson lived in a proper mansion. Marble flooring, huge chandeliers, and the living room was big enough to fit a huge DJ table. Multiple people were dancing in the living room, bumping to the DJ’s set, couples were already making out on the couches, and there were various fruity scents as they walked through the place. He couldn’t tell if it was people’s perfumes or people’s flavored vapes.

They set the drinks down in the well-lit kitchen island, next to the various foods and non-alcoholic beverages laid out. It made Caleb appreciate Jackson a bit more to know he wasn’t just focused on getting everyone drunk.

Jackson met them in the kitchen, expressing another round of gratitude towards them. 

“Where’s the bathroom?” She asked Jackson, who then offered to take her.

Caleb probably looked tense since Gideon placed a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry about him, he’s cool. He won’t do anything to her.”

“Is it that obvious?” Caleb chuckled, turning around to get a cup of whatever mystery juice Gideon made in the cooler. 

“That you’re in love with your best friend? Oh, yeah.” Gideon opened up a can of beer, laughing as he took a sip.

He choked on the insanely sweet yet alcoholic drink in his cup. “What?”

“Dude, I knew it since you first mentioned her. You know, I don’t actually like her, right? I mean, like that anyways. I just thought I’d tell you that to push you to confess or something. You seemed like the competitive type.” He nudged his shoulder into his.

Caleb was utterly shocked, guilt filled his chest as he recalled the number of ways he thought of to get rid of Gideon, when he was on his side this whole time. “Dude…I almost killed you.” He told him, wide-eyed.

Gideon laughed, and then noticed that there was some seriousness to his statement. Coughing awkwardly, he turned away from Caleb, looking out into the crowd of already sweaty people. “I’m glad you didn’t, loser…what went wrong though? You guys didn’t seem very friendly this whole week…”

As he remembered Monday, he almost downed his whole cup, but instead he set it down and replaced it with a soda. He wanted to be sober enough to keep watch in case anything happened. “A really bad misunderstanding.” He sighed.

A few minutes of them drinking passed by, the loud music thumping through their chests. Then she finally returned to the kitchen with an unfamiliar guy. She had a wide smile on her face, contrary to when she left just a few minutes ago.

“Hey! I bumped into a friend I made in class on the way back.” She gestured towards the guy beside her. He was rather tall but still shorter than Caleb. He had bright red hair and thick glasses. He was rather slender and really pale, as if he didn’t go out into the sunlight at all. “This is Lucky! He’s in my department.” 

Lucky reached his hand out towards him, “You must be Caleb, she talks about you a lot.” He smiled at him. 

Caleb forced a smile back, biting back any ill intentions. “Terrible things, I suppose.” He shook his hand, firmly.

“Only sometimes,” he laughed, earning a slap on the arm from her.

Gideon introduced himself, and Caleb just tried to calm down and look at the bright side instead of focusing on the fact that the friend she made in class was a guy. His possessive nature slowly took over, but he couldn’t afford to mess up any further. 

“Is this yours?” She asked him over the music, grabbing the cup of alcohol next to him. 

He just nodded, not expecting her to grab it and take a drink. Gideon warned her with wide eyes, “Woah there, not too fast dude. I make that shit kinda strong…” 

She brought the cup down, coughing and scrunched her face, “Ugh, I can tell…” Despite the reaction, she kept holding onto it. “Lucky and I are gonna check out the DJ, are you guys gonna come with?”

Caleb wanted to, so he could keep watch, but he decided against it. He might have ended up being rude to the poor guy who was just caught in the crossfire. “Maybe in a bit, pip. Go have fun, be safe though.” He waved them off.

“So you let her be alone with him, but when I said I wanted to ask her out, you almost killed me?” Gideon asked, stunned. “Asshole.” He let out a dramatic sigh.

“Oh believe me, if I had the power to blow everyone up at this party minus her, I would have done so by now.” Caleb gripped onto his soda can, his foot tapping on the marble flooring anxiously.

“Shocker.” Gideon grabbed his wrist, pulling him out into the living room. “We’ll have a better view of them from out here, stalker.”

“Don’t you want to hang out with your friends, Gid? I’m totally fine by myself.” Caleb checked, noticing that Gideon was acting as his babysitter to make sure he didn’t kill anyone.

He shook his head, “Maybe later but this is way more entertaining, right now.” He chuckled.

Caleb searched through the dancing bodies to find her familiar silhouette, which would have been harder due to the strobe lights, but he knew her all too well and easily spotted her. Even in the dim lights, he could still see how beautiful she looked. She danced and hopped to the music, red solo cup in one hand, and the other in the air. A small smile played on his lips as he observed her having fun, almost being able to ignore the man close to her.

“You’re whipped, Caleb. How has she not noticed this yet?” Gideon said loudly over the music, leaning into his ear. 

He shrugged, “No idea, but I haven’t been able to make it clear either.”

All of a sudden, he saw Lucky’s hand be placed on her swaying hip, his body moving alongside hers to the beat. Then he saw him slowly inching his face down to hers and everything seemingly froze.

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observe! one of my many tricks! Greatest Mistake of the Year So Far (as in Best Mistake and also Largest Mistake)) come on i gotta flip the "days since apocalyptic brainrot" counter again i bingewatched all of hlvrai in one sitting promptly realized i am three years too late to the fandom (heck) had to finish half life 1 at last to not get spoilers for the ending they literally just dropped the trailer for half life 2. sir that one wasnt free for no apparent reason and i would like to play it blind. but. but. the blorbos does this mean i get to watch the fandom revive in real time in a few months??? oh????? .....i may or may not have gone in already Enthusiastic about benrey. much in the same way as i did with metal sonic and Various Sonic Media (due to dash osmosis generously supplemented with a three hour long Tag Diving Expedition) > We All Know How That One Ended. or. well. How That One Is Currently Ongoing. heheheheheh silly goofy bubble gamer guy Which Surely Does Not Remind Me Of Myself In The Slightest Whatsoever heheheheee what? you guys putting him in the Microwave of Torment?? i see. does it not explode like a fork tho. no? ..can i add one minute to the timer?,,, for purely scientific reasons.... oh look now hes bluescreen blue. interesting.....

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[fillinforlater]

A mommy eunbi breeding fic, but a long one cause she wouldn’t just want to stop at just one, heheheheheh.

Eleven to One: Fulfilling Filling

Male Reader x Kang Hyewon, Kwon Eunbi

Length: 4922 words

Tags: rough sex, daddy kink, mommy kink, liquor play, threats and blackmail attempts, angry sex, dom/sub dynamic, master/slave play, pussy eating, curses and degradation, bend over, doggy, standing sex, denial to breed, slave!Hyewon, breeding kink, breed Eunbi, creampie, multiple orgasm, fucked silly, sex while sitting, riding, reverse cowgirl, tit play, tit sucking, ass eating, threesome, finger licking, Mommy!Eunbi

TW: rough sex, degradation, heavy dom/sub dynamics, impregnation

Inspiration: BREED EUNBI

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing. Good job, as always.

(A/N: 14 months since @dreamcatchers-husband dropped the request. Sorry for the long wait. I think three loads are enough for her?)

"Congratulations, Mr. Co-CEO."

Hyewon raises her champagne filled glass for a toast. Two glasses clink amongst delighted chatter, laughs, and general sounds of celebration. You return a kind smile before sending the expensive liquor down your throat in a swirl. You notice that Hyewon watches you intently in her professional, dark blue blazer. Suddenly, her hand is on your back and she pulls herself closer. A bit handsy for such a public setting, you think.

"And thank you for the filling, Daddy," Hyewon whispers, her ruby lips in a striking smirk.

"You're welcome, Mrs. Co-CEO," you respond and secretly graze her belly. It's a bit brazen, given that you are still in front of many employees and lawyers who helped to make this insane merger possible. They can feel the money already pouring in, especially because the conglomerate of your company and Hyewons is not a monopoly under korean law—

Your phone rings. Eunbi's number pops up on screen.

"Excuse me for a moment, I must take this call. Cheers everyone! Please enjoy yourselves."

You step out for a moment and answer the phone with a curious hum.

"Eunbi? What's up?"

"I know it, all of it."

Eunbi’s voice is demanding, yet something soft and fragile makes her seem like she can't hold herself back. Time for you to figure out why she is so on fire.

"You know what? I think I never told you the details of how to restructure two companies for a fitting merger," you chuckle and imagine Eunbi rolling her eyes, her fingers trembling as she tightly clenches her phone.

"Stop that bullshit right now. I know that you filled her."

You were stunned and moved further away and into a private room. 

"Eunbi, let me explain..." 

"Save it. How could you do this to Yujin?" she says upset. You're smarter than that. This blame game is something you’re quite familiar with. Ignore the Yujin stuff for a minute and decipher Eunbi’s tone. 

"You're not mad about that… you're upset because you’re not the first, right?”

"D-don't flatter yourself, asshole," Eunbi quickly shouts. You hit the spot, now it's time to poke her until she falters.

"You're lying to yourself, Eunbi. They all call you the M-word, but you're not the one becoming an actual mother,” you counter, quickly slipping back into CEO mode. You know how to turn this on her. 

"IZ*ONE… your precious IZ*ONE-girls. You miss them all, don't you? You miss not having a group around you. Sure you've done well enough as a soloist, and you have a dog who is always on your side. But let’s be honest, who doesn't? 

“No, it's not the same, is it? Because it doesn’t matter; it can never change the fact that Yujin, Minju, Hyewon, Chaewon—they aren't really your children."

Still no response from her, just the continuous heavy breathing from the other side of the speaker. Now you're really poking an angry bull that is ready to pierce you with its horns. But you're not scared of horns or bulls. Otherwise you would not be atop the food chain right now.

"A Mommy with no children, ts, don't make me laugh. You act concerned for Yujin, but it's just a front. Face it, Eunbi: with or without IZ*ONE, you're not even close to being a Mommy."

You might be right, but Eunbi wasn't a leader for nothing. She is still fearless, willing to fight back even as you wrestle her down in your heated exchange.

"My place or I am spilling everything to Yujin. I know you haven't told her yet. If you aren't here in the next 20 minutes, you can kiss your merger goodbye."

"Do you think that makes me scared," you respond coldly, "You can't force me to do anything. If you want to be a real Mommy, you gotta take a different approach."

Eunbi was backed in a corner and bested. She wasn’t even bluffing, but if you weren't afraid of the affair with Hyewon and the somewhat questionable merger becoming public, she had nothing on you. No final tricks up her sleeve, nothing she could use to get what she wants. Unless, her approach should have been different from the start.

"Baby,.please… Mommy needs you." 

Her tone becomes soft, motherly, and needy. Much more to your liking.

"Mommy needs me, aw~" you mock her tone yet won't hesitate in giving her what she so desires. "Mommy is going to get me. But it's on my terms. Frankly, I have something better to do right now. Wait for me till the end of the week, maybe I'll be free then."

Eunbi whines at the other end of the line. Inaudible phrases and sounds of disagreement come through the speaker but they are not even touching the surface of your resolve. You'll stay and celebrate.

You focus your mind on the task—or someone at hand. You need to celebrate the merger properly. Go back into the office room and gain everyone's attention by clearing your throat.

"I hate to cut things short, but we'll continue the celebrations later tonight at dinner. Miss Kang and I need to discuss some next steps going forward; if you could all give us the room," you say smoothly, a professional, genuine seeming smile on your lips.

Hyewon looks puzzled for a second, but after exchanging a couple of glances with her, she adds even smoother than you did:

"I already rented a hotel further down the street with a banquet and excellent wine. We'll follow after you, just make sure to leave something for us."

No further complaints, men and women in suits leave the office and their chatter fades away quickly. You lock the door behind them and Hyewon pushes a button instantly blackening out the windows to the room.

You look at Hyewon with lust. She is carrying your child, she has become fully bound to you, an unbreakable connection that glues companies together, but also a slave to her Master

"Hyewon, I need to fucking pound you in my office,” you emphasize and step in front of her.

"Yes, Daddy," Hyewon moans and drops her dress pants as she bends over, "Fuck your slut on your table. Make sure she is your breeding cow."

With a hand on her back you press Hyewon's upper body onto the stacks of paper and certificates. A half-filled glass with champagne tumbles to the floor, the other is saved by Hyewon who gasps at your fingers kneading her bare ass.

You admire the sight, feel the softness of her ass. It belongs to you. Firm, smooth, you can’t help but stick your face on it in wanton desire. Further below is the slit that you so clearly marked with repetitive, rough thrusts and cream filling. Before you do it again, you need a taste.

"I'm hungry. Daddy shouldn't go hungry, right?" 

You don't give Hyewon time to respond as you already access her holes and take a swipe of her pussy with your tongue. It's incredible that she is still this tight, her walls pressing down on your tongue as you take your licking session deeper for a minute. After hours and hours of breeding sessions over the last month, your big cock stretched Hyewon out good, but her insides are still godly tight.

Even better: it’s all yours.

You probably fucked Hyewon ten times more than you did Yujin over the last couple of weeks. Luckily you don't have to concern yourself with this now. Yujin is still occupied with shooting new episodes for her group. There is no reservation, neither in your mind or your heart thus you give Hyewon a firm smack and nibble on her clit.

"Daddy, fuck! Keep eating me, I am just a whore for you and your hunger. Oh shit, Master, give me more, please!"

"You're just a slut for your Master," you confirm her eager statement. You lips place kisses on where her pussy lips are exceptionally sensitive, and her clit is subject to constant teasing of your wet tongue. Your fingers dig into her pillowy ass, another tiny puzzle piece to make Hyewon cum.

"Master, fuck! Your tongue is so good, your mouth, I don't de-deserve this!

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm—"

You growl. Tug on her hair as you get up. Her face winces near yours, your fingers drag over her labia, but it’s purposefully restrained and not enough to push her over the edge.

"You're right, you don't. Why the fuck am I exhausting my energy in your pleasure? Doesn't Master's pleasure take priority? Whose pleasure is the only one that matters?"

Spit in her face. Hyewon's mouth barely produces a real word in between her never ending output of mewls and whines. You rub your spit over her cheeks and then to her mouth.

"M-Master..."

"Good whore," you say dryly, threatening without a threat. Reach for the not-broken glass and guide it to Hyewon's lips. "Open up."

The remaining champagne falls down Hyewon's throat as you force her head back to the point she can look up at you. She struggles with the punch of the liquor and its fizziness, yet you still reward her by drooling on her face.

"Really good whore."

"Thank you, Master."

Arms wrap around Hyewon's body, you squeeze her waist and chest tightly, fingers delicately placed on her throat. Eyes still locked, you firmly press your erection against Hyewon's butt, two layers of designer fabric between leaving her squirm in need and in pleasure.

"You want this, huh?" you growl, fingers ridding Hyewon of her proper breath.

"Y-yes, Master."

She struggles to keep eye contact, her nostrils widen and narrow rapidly in search of air. Spit on her again, unamused. Poor thing, it's not even her fault that Eunbi decided to be such a blackmailing bitch tonight. But this is what Hyewon signed up for. Literally.

"I'll give it to you, but first—"

You pull out your phone and let Hyewon breathe again. Open the camera and press it in her hand, before pressing on her throat again. 

"Film yourself. Tell your dear leader what you think of her being so greedy, needy, and bitchy about being bred. Do you think Eunbi deserves to be filled like you?"

"Master… a recording? Wh-what if someone finds it? I…" Hyewon hesitates, something you despised; disobedience, fear, caution.

"Do you think Eunbi will expose you?” you growl in fury. “Do you trust her this little? Even worse, why do you disobey me?"

Another spit in her face. The saliva on her face makes the celebratory make up run down her features from all sides in falls of pink, red and black. To say that she is a mess would be an understatement. Hyewon looks down right filthy.

"Why do you still disobey me, your Master? You’ve been bred, now show me your gratitude!" 

You roar and rip her outfit. You don't care about messing up your extravagant ten thousand dollar carpet, taking another glass of champagne and pouring it down her body. The need to suck her not yet filled, but still great tits overcomes you.

"Master, I'm sorry! I'll do as you say, ah!"

Bite her nipple, before more of the liquor touches your tongue. These things never come easy. It's always a struggle, the taming, then keeping them down. You’ve been through this enough times with her, with Yujin. Hopefully your future endeavors will be more relaxed, or else you have to change your strategy.

"Then fucking do it, or I'll never fuck you again. My God, I thought we got over this."

Hyewon's entire arm shakes as she tries to focus the phone's camera on her. In the meantime, your mouth moves down to her belly button and you suck all around it. Now Hyewon has not only her moaning, drooling, tearfilled face on video, but also her pink areolae and hard nipples atop voluptuous breasts.

You wait for the right moment as Hyewon struggles to keep her arm stable to record the message for her Unnie. She doesn’t deserve any easy out to finish this mission, so you strike at her pussy once more. Savor the juices on your fingers, before you plunge them into her. 

"Eunbi… I've been b-bred, by Master a-and…" 

Lick.

"Ah, I-I... Hng!"

Lick again and Hyewon almost drops the phone. You'd shout at her for the disobedience, but this is actually amusing.

"Go on."

"I-I... I'm his de-devout breeding cow and—ah, fuck!"

You begin to roughly suck at her clit. Hyewon starts to cry and wail in pleasure. Rouge, spit, tears and sweat make her face the penultimate canvas of messiness. Only needs some streaks of white on it.

"He-he is the best!" Hyewon screams out as you imagine finishing on her face to make it the perfect masterpiece to hang in a museum, "How d-dare you be a b-b-bitch to him, ah, how dare you— fuck, Master, I'm going to c-cum!"

"Don't, or you'll regret it!" You stop your tongue movement and only knead Hyewon thighs in a slow, annoyingly unsatisfying pattern.

"U-Unnie, you have n-no right to be bred. You're not a cow, and not a Mo-Mommy! Ah, fuck!"

Two fingers scissor their way into Hyewon's core and spread her pink walls with no regard to their natural width. The woman tumbles and almost falls to the ground, the dress pants still wrapped around her ankles. You catch her with a strong hand and slowly bend her over again.

"I think this message will do. Now send!”

Press her back down to emphasize your words, as if the rod poking her core isn’t enough.

“Your Master will rail you in this office, on every fucking surface. You're my little sex slut slave, aren't you? Dirty bitch!" 

"Y-Yes, Master, I'm so-sorry for being so–"

You pin Hyewon harder to the desk hard and your quickly freed, painfully hard shaft glides into this familiar cavern full of warmth, eager to milk you dry. Her walls are ready, but Hyewon's mind is not. Fuck it, fuck her. Your pelvis hits Hyewon's ass with such force, it sounds like you're whipping it. 

"Ma-Master, I—" Hyewon screams, her mind spinning out of reach for her to produce anymore words. It's all in vain, she is back to being the breeding cow, but this time her Master really treats her just like an object, a—

"Shut up, slave! Just moan, cry, whimper and make yourself useful with your body!"

You lift up one of Hyewon's legs and place it onto the desk. At this angle, each time you shove your cock into her, the entire wooden structure shakes and cracks. Pens and lamps rain down from the surface, your fucking is an unstoppable earthquake to these tiny objects.

Hyewon's juice becomes creamy, her voice a tad bit hoarse after countless screams. The orgasms you fuck into her soft pink hole make her seem more like an engaging fleshlight than a serious business woman. Press said fleshlight against a wall, her solid nubs thus feel the cold surface. Hyewon tenses up, her cunt grips but it can’t stop you. Spear her open and reach deeper thanks to the new standing position. Leave marks of your teeth on her shoulder.

As you continue to hammer into Hyewon, making her cry and scream profanities, someone decides to hammer the door. With wide open eyes of lust and rage you stare at the booming metal. The person on the other side does not show signs of stopping, another wave of hard knocks. What if someone heard you? Did you underestimate Hyewon's voice and the repetitive slaps of skin on skin? 

Or is it what you are hoping for?

"Come on in, Eunbi."

You smirk and Hyewon's eyes widen. You know that she hates being seen like this, especially by her beloved Unnie. Fortuna is ever in your favor. An equally abashed, angry, nervous and embarrassed woman pushes open the door. Before Hyewon can scream at the sight of her friend, you firmly shut her mouth with a palm. 

"Do you mind closing the door?" you say with a smug grin at an out of breath Eunbi. It looks like she doesn't want to comply, so you have to take different measures.

Grab Hyewon's waist, dig your fingers deep into the skin to form red marks, and turn her towards Eunbi. She wants to free herself but her struggle urges you to fuck into her again. Hyewon's resolve drops immediately and she cums almost instantaneously.

"N-no, U-Unnie, don't look, ah!"

"You better look at her, Eunbi! This could be you, but I bet you think you're better than this breeding cow. I don't see it. You lie to yourself, to me, and now you hesitate. Reminds me more of this bitch than a Mommy Mommy."

You're shouting stops as do your thrusts. Hyewon goes limp in your grasp and you let her drop to the floor like a disregarded sex toy. She searches for air, but more importantly, your cum. This time, you did not fill her pussy. There is nothing she can push back with her slutty digits.

"Ma-Master, please."

"You had enough already. I bred you constantly for an entire month. I bet you're pregnant already. Now, don't forget your fucking place, slave."

Hyewon looks down in shame. 

"Yes Master..." 

You focus all your attention on Eunbi now. She is where things get interesting, where your feelings and imaginations go wild. Sex toys and brats are great, but this older woman has a vastly different aura.

"Well,” you gently say, “what a time to come barging into my office. What is it that you want?"

"I want... I want..."

Eunbi stands in place, her feet unstable. She is swaying from side to side, unable to keep eye contact with you. She can't stand to look at Hyewon, but she is also unable to look away from the mess that you made her friend.

"Say it out loud, or I'm gone," you say with sigh, the tone of your voice more annoyed than threatening. "I'm getting soft at such hesitance."

"I want... you t-to breed me."

You smirk and sit down on your deluxe couch. This is usually the part where you make them drop to their knees and beg for your cock. They make compromises and say things they wouldn't have if you didn’t make them addicted to your cock. At least it worked like that with Hyewon, but Eunbi is so different. She already gains confidence, her steps more stable, her features soft, her body motherly.

"Baby,” she simply whispers and you're already in her spell, “Mommy wants you bad. Mommy wants to be filled, to be bred and to bear your children. 

“Won't you let Mommy be your slut?" she adds seductively.

"Ts, are you really a Mommy? I think you need me to do this," you slyly respond and put your hands on Eunbi's waist. You falsely assumed her approach had ended and that her resolve would crumble, but she quickly reaches for your shoulders, trapping you underneath her perfect frame.

"I know you want to cum in Mommy's pussy, I know you want to pump children into me. And I also know that you want Mommy to be a slut. But you have to ask me before you get it. Understood?"

You don't respond to her. To see what she will do next is just too intriguing to pass off. Like a tense, sexual thriller, you don’t want to know the end yet. 

“Don’t you want to make me a real Mommy? Say it, ask for it. My body is right here.”

"I don't have to ask for anything,” you say nonchalantly. “You're already here. In fact, maybe I'll breed all IZ*ONE girls before you. Hyewon, give Master a kiss."

Eunbi rolls her eyes and breaks eye contact to stare Hyewon down.

"Hye, don't listen to him. He has nothing on you and he definitely has nothing on me."

To your delight however, Hyewon does not hesitate this time. She gets off the floor, her knees still soft like warm butter from the rough pounding you gave her, and wobbles to the couch. She kneels next to you on the couch and takes your hand to kiss it carefully. Eunbi mewls in shock.

"Nothing on you, I see," you hum with a smirk. "Eunbi, if you're going to be a part of this I can't have you thinking that you can oppose me like this. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't smitten by you, but a good mother bearing my children needs to know her place in my domestic bliss."

With Eunbi's eyes in shock and awe, you put two fingers into Hyewon's mouth and make her slobber all over them. You watch her watch the woman become soft, weak like an inexperienced virgin. A virgin whose need to be bred excels all her other desires and logical needs. Will Eunbi go down the same way as Hyewon?

"You want to be their Mommy?" you suddenly whisper into Eunbi's ear as Hyewon willingly chokes on your fingers.

"Y-yes, of course." 

"Then admit it: you don't need to oppose me, to trump me, right?"

"Y-yes."

"Good."

Her fate seems sealed. Just another toy in your repertoire, with huge tits and the desire to have cum inside her cunt all the time. You’re almost disappointed, but Eunbi’s final ace puts everything upside down.

"If-if you breed mommy,” she slowly says, “I'll bring you Chaewon."

Hyewon is too engrossed by her Master to be shocked. Did you hear that correctly? Eunbi, the mother hen, protector of her IZ*ONE children, would serve Chaewon up on a platter to you?

"I don’t know if you have met her yet, but Chaewon definitely does not like you and people like you. The way you are, you cannot reach her, trust me. But I swear, I’ll do everything to make her yours. Chaewon can be headstrong, but she's a good girl—and now you can be a good boy for mommy, right?”

Her spell leaves you stunned for a second. New information is being presented to you like this. On top of it, a very questionable deal, the kind of deal you only strike in a dark room, no eyes to see, no ears to pry. Eunbi is something else.

"Chaewon, can she really be turned?" you ask, with the last shreds of doubt and retrieve your wet digits from Hyewon's lips.

"Am I their Mommy, or not?"

"I think you are, Mommy."

"Then come and breed Mommy."

You take a deep breath and watch Eunbi slowly open her blouse to free her bra covered bosom. The enormous breasts bounce as she continues to undress herself. Your need gets the better of you. 

"Mommy," you whine. It’s the same cry from your first meeting. You’re the boy again, humble and small to no one but Kwon fucking Eunbi who smiles victoriously. She is the winner of this square off, yet still presents a feast before you as if you were the one who won.

"Mommy, please..."

"Open wide~" Eunbi giggles and presses her bare breasts into your face. Blinded by the massiveness of her tits and too engaged in sucking and licking them, you don't notice Eunbi ridding herself of her pants until something damp rests on the head of your shaft.

"Good to see that you still like them. I know that the other girls have nice boobs as well.

"But none compare to Mommy's. Isn't that right, hm~?"

You're inclined to agree with her but not only her tits, also her wet panties rubbing over your semi-hard shaft leave you speechless. Eunbi continues her sweet hums. 

"Baby, you're so powerful, so aggressive and calculating…but that can be a lot, right? So you'll be good, relax and let Mommy take care of you.”

She disconnects her tits from your face to see you nod, greedy and needy for more of her soft pillows, but equally desperate to pierce her open and watch her wring you dry. 

"Don't hold back," Eunbi moans and pulls her panties to the side. "Relax and cum, cum many times in Mommy's pussy."

"Fuck, Mommy!"

"Ma-Master," Hyewon whines from the side, but Eunbi puts a finger on her lips.

"I know you're needy, Hye, but this—" 

Eunbi sinks on your cock, her pussy suddenly filled with what she was craving for for hours. She throws her head back and shouts the rest of her sentence skyward.

"—is for me, for my children."

"Oh fuck, Mommy," you exclaim, but Eunbi shushes you like she did with Hyewon.

"That's right baby, fuck Mommy hard. Fill me up as much as you want. Oh baby, once I'm pregnant, my boobs will get even bigger and they will swell with milk. Would you like that baby? To suck on Mommy's tits and drink my milk? I know you want it so you need to make sure I'm pregnant, breed me, breed Mommy!”

Your hips get a mind of their own. They’re thrusting up, without rhythm, but Eunbi adjusts her rhythm of bouncing on you to make her pussy suck you in with no disconnection. Meanwhile your lips search for her large nipples and the pink areola around it. You begin to bite it, suck it, imagining the milk coming out already. 

"I can feel you trembling, fuck, baby," Eunbi says and holds onto your shoulders for stability. "Cum in me, make me cum, but please cum, oh fuck!"

Eunbi wets the couch in a sudden, messy orgasm. Her squirts of warm juice make you lose control. That fucking thing, control, always in your grasp. But with Mommy, you lose it for a sweet, sweet moment. You pump your fertile batter into Eunbi and temporarily join her in deep moans.

"More, more!" Eunbi screams and continues to bounce.

"Mo-Mommy, Master," Hyewon whines, three fingers deeply penetrating her cunt.

"Baby girl~" Eunbi moans and reaches for Hyewon's hair. "Go lick Mommy's ass. I know you like that, filthy slut."

Hyewon's already red cheeks begin to burn. She is too embarrassed to look at you, probably hoping you forget what Eunbi just said. But you will make sure to remember this and try it on her soon. She gets on her knees behind Eunbi's ass and the Mommy immediately begins to groan in satisfaction. 

"Fuck, you're even tighter, Mommy," you groan in a mix of pain and bliss, the actions of Hyewon’s tongue immediately showing results.

"Her tongue is amazing, almost the best," Eunbi moans happily, her head still thrown back. You reach for her breasts, fondling the soft flesh to make your impending softness go away.

"How long until you get hard again, baby?"

"Different question Mommy: when will I get soft?" you respond with finesse and thrust upwards. "I think I can easily go for another round.”

"Then cum!" Eunbi shouts and pulls you into hug while fucking you with unmatched speed. The ripple of her thighs mirrors the ripples of your cock as you lose the ability to control your own orgasm. Let it go, it's an unrivaled feeling, as if a billion fireworks exploded in the most primal part of your brain. Eunbi made you skip the phases of overstimulation and recovery with her insane body. All features, inside or outside, are made to make you breed her.

"Mommy, Mommy, fuck, you're so tight!"

"Give me everything, e-every drop!"

She milks you, her hips still not stopping to pump as you dump more of your seed into her.  From in between your legs, you hear a faint disappointed sigh. Hyewon, her tongue still deep in Eunbi's ass, is unfilled, while her Unnie goes for another load. 

"You feel so good," Eunbi groans, eyes closed, fingers deep in Hyewon's hair to keep her steady. "I'm going to get pregnant, fuck yes!"

You shouldn't be able to do anything anymore. At this point, the limit of what a man can do should be reached. Countless of loads in Hyewon over the course of weeks, first her pussy, now Eunbis. It does not seem to stop, Mommy does not want to stop. Through heat and climax she fucks you silly.

Suck on her titties. That could have been an order from her, maybe it was, but you do it either way anyway. The numb tips of your fingers try to hold onto Eunbi's waist but she is too fast. You slip over her hips and onto the couch, unable to push her off if you want to.

"I know you can give me more, more cum, more children," Eunbi pants and pulls out your dazed head from her garden of melons to give you a sloppy kiss with too much tongue and too little oxygen. Her cunt gives you a final squeeze before your body raises the white flag.

"Mommy, I can't, I'm gonna—"

In a surprising twist, your balls hit Hyewon's chin as she sneakily went away from eating Eunbi's ass to licking tiny white droplets from the barely leaking slit. You got to hold on to this memory of your sack crazing her face as well. The excuse and the way you will punish her were neatly presented to you tonight.

But as you flood Eunbi's womb and sent her to motherly heaven with a perfectly timed, loud orgasm, who gives a shit if slaves defy masters and if Mommies break masters. Breed—the rest comes later.

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