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[maxwellatoms]

Hello Mr. Atoms, I'm an animation student in college and fan of your work. I got this assignment in which I need to ask questions to a professional in the area. Could you pretty please answer them? It'd mean a lot to me.

1- Are you happy with your career? How it's going.

2- What are your opinions, expectations and hopes about the independent animation industry that's developing?

3- What do you think about the advent of artificial intelligence? Do you fear for the future of animators?

4- If money wasn't a problem, would you still do what you do?

5- Any animators you admire and would like to mention?

Okey dokey.

1- Are you happy with your career? How it's going.

Not really, in that there seems to be no career left.

The animation industry swelled its numbers greatly before 2020. Almost immediately after that, corporate greed synergized with a pandemic to reduce animated programs and the number of people working on them to almost zero. It takes almost a year from beginning to end to make a single episode of an animated show (by the modern standard). There was nothing being made in 2020 and four years later, we''re not in a much better spot. It's going to be a long drought for (especially) Kid's TV Animation.

Recently, many of my former co-workers have hit the financial wall and can't continue, moving away after (sometimes) 20 years in the industry. I begin to wonder if I'm very far behind.

A "bounce back" a year from now would need to start today. There are still some animated shows being made now, but those are almost universally "library" properties. That means it's an existing I.P. (Intellectual Properties like Garfield/Mario/Batman/Star Wars) so as an artist you're immediately in that box. Depending on the property and the studio, it can be an unpleasantly tight box. I grew used to holding and maintaining the vision for a show, but it's less fun when it's not my vision. It's even less fun when you can't inspire someone to follow your vision because they've been so ruthlessly abused.

I'm pretty sick of how big media corporations treat their employees. If I inherit one more burnt out crew due to mismanagement, I'm gonna lose it.

Over a decade ago I fought hard to get board artists story credit for the episodes they were actually writing, and felt like I'd won a big victory for everyone. The second my back was turned, it all reverted.

Mostly... what is the point now? My career is/was developing ideas, crafting those ideas into a workable show, then managing teams of thirty to seventy people to produce a couple of dozen episodes per year. Studios actively do not want new ideas right now, and are actively searching for ways to eliminate what artists from the process. I'm not sure what my job would be under this new system, but it feels like they decided to hang onto the anxiety-inducing deadlines while removing anything remotely pleasurable from the experience.

2- What are your opinions, expectations and hopes about the independent animation industry that's developing?

It's the only way to get anything done, currently.

The current state of the industry is not sustainable. I (along with a lot of other animators I know) are trying to decide what's next, and pretty much everyone agrees that "you just have to make something".

It is (in that very specific way) a great time to be a young animator. The system was never going to treat you well anyway. If you can get something like a Hazbin Hotel happening without studio help, you can currently write your own ticket. I'm super proud of Vivsie, because that's a LOT of stuff to handle. I never had to handle my own marketing or drum up money to make Billy & Mandy happen.

There are opportunities there, but it's definitely "Hard Mode". The best idea is probably to team up with a few other people you like and like to work with.

Hopes? I hope that the young animators take over and make something new on top of the bones of the old industry, rather than just allowing that industry to patch its rotting hide with their collected works.

3- What do you think about the advent of artificial intelligence? Do you fear for the future of animators?

I suspect true AI might just peace-out like ScarJo in "Her", but we're not there yet. What we have now isn't Artificial Intelligence at all (though I do believe it may be the underpinnings of the Artificial Suconscious of what may one day become an actual Artificial Intelligence.)

The LLMs and "Generative AI" are (so far) a big dumb waste. They consume tons of energy and aren't great for doing anything creative. If you've sat down with Chat GPT for a creative writing session, you've probably run into the "out of the box" limitations which prevent it from talking about sex or violence-- which happen to be a major component of most stories.

Still, the technology has come incredibly far in an incredibly short amount of time. I imagine we're going to hit the point where we're being hazed by artificially generated political ads way before Generative AI can produce a consistent and usable character turnaround, so that'll be the test. Whatever the legal fallout is from this stuff over the next few years will set the tone.

Still, studios have a vested interest in pleasing their shareholders. Generative AI potentially has the capability of not only replacing swaths of money-eating artists, but handing that control directly to the billionaire studio heads. Mark my words: We're headed straight for billionaire-generated content.

I don't think the public at large will want to watch Elon Musk's fever dreams, so there's that. So law and general distaste might stave it off for a while, but I think there's just too much impetus for studios to continue to try to please their investors. "AI Art" is here to stay.

Eventually that will lead to millions and millions of bots generating millions and millions of songs and paintings and movies all day every day. Most of it will be utter trash. Right now (so I'm told) viewers are already burnt out, and will generally only click on what they already know. On Netflix, where there are twenty things you've never heard of and one you have, you're more likely to pick the thing that gives you comfort and gives you a guarantee you're not wasting your time. With exponentially more A.I. trash, how would you even begin to filter it out?

You'd need absolute control of an already existing distribution system. We currently have a few of those, and all of the media companies are desperately trying to merge with them to insure their own survival.

To me, the post-Gen-AI landscape looks a lot like old-school Cable, but with endless I.P. and fewer masters.

4- If money wasn't a problem, would you still do what you do?

The real question is, maybe, "What am I even doing?" These days I try to do a lot of gardening. I'm trying to learn new art skills, because suddenly twenty five years of experience managing, drawing, and writing isn't worth much. I recently worked on Jellystone until Zaslav lost 2.5 billion in the wash and had to find justification for his new yacht. The show before that? Also culled midway through to save money. The days of multi-year gigs seem to be over, and if I'm going to scrape by doing freelance, maybe I can do that somewhere else.

I'll always make art. I can't seem to help it. Ideas aren't my problem-- it's executing those ideas without the help of a structured pre-existing system. I honestly don't know if I'll ever be able to pull that off. My strengths are great, but were always supported by friends I worked with.

Can I start an indie cartoon with all of these cool friends? Sure, maybe. Most of those people have gone on to have other careers of their own and got used to being paid. Now nobody is getting paid and no one can pay anyone else. My immediate circle are all now middle-aged people with families and no jobs. Convincing them to give up a large chunk of their day for an idea that's not guaranteed to pay off is going to take some real effort.

I technically have fifteen years until I can claim my "retirement", assuming that still exists by then. That's a pretty big hole to fill with... I don't know what.

The difficult "What comes next" discussions at home are really just starting.

5- Any animators you admire and would like to mention?

There are a lot of cool animation people out there. I already mentioned I was proud of Vivsie. I was also reminded recently just how great C.H. Greenblatt and Mr. Warburton are. I know they're my friends. They're both just really upstanding, creative people who take good care of their crews.

The treatment of animation industry professionals by the studio system has been one of the most demoralizing and heartbreaking parts of this demoralizing and heartbreaking time.

---

So there ya go. If you want to look for someone whose attitude is a little more upbeat, I won't blame you a bit.

Wherever you are, I wish you the best of luck. For me, just climb up there and crush it. I would very much like to add you to #5 someday.

[soubeomies]

୨୧ “LET'S DANCE JUST LIKE THIS, BABE”

⤷ PAIRING﹕ idol!taesan x fem!reader

⤷ WARNINGS ﹕reader is mentioned as a girlfriend

⤷ GENRE﹕fluff a bit of angst if u squint

⤷ WC﹕773

⤷ AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕OMG thank u so much to @nonononranghaee for helping me SO MUCH in this fic, LOVE U HAFS<3

⤷ SYNOPSIS ﹕you were having a bad day after getting scolded for not completing a project in time, but your beloved boyfriend decides to invite you over to his studio :)

( @kstrucknet )

it has been a long day for you. you went through a rough and long scolding from your teacher due to the fact that you hadn’t finished the project that he had assigned a week ago. you tried to not let that get to you, you were going through a lot and you weren’t gonna let your stupid teacher, that did not know anything about you to make it even worse. you tried shrugging it off, but his voice lingered in the back of your head.

“what do you mean you’re not done?! i have given you a whole entire week to finish this! you’re getting a zero on this project!”

you didn’t even care that he quite literally embarrassed you infront of the entire class by revealing the disappointing grade, it was that.. more about the fact that he didn’t even try to consider if you were going through something.

sighing in the hallway, you walk back home, your heavy backpack slouched on your shoulder and a feeling of gloominess in your heart. the quiet and empty hallways filled with the echoes of your shoes squeaking and the keychains on your bag colliding into one another. your professor's words kept repeating in your head, and it was killing you. you were deep in your thoughts before you hear a ding! and your phone lights up.

it was a notification from taesan. you smiled a little at your phone screen.

tae 🐈‍⬛ [ 18:03 ]

how was uni?

miss u

you [ 18:04 ]

it went ok

wya?

tae 🐈‍⬛ [ 18:04 ]

i’m at the studio

u can come 

the other members r out rn

i could use a lil bit of ur presence

u can tell me abt ur day babe

you [ 18:05 ]

ok<3

omw 

smiling at your screen, you turned off your phone, tucking it into your pockets. you walked along the sidewalk  in the direction of the studio.

𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

you finally arrived after a long walk. you walked into the building, receiving sweet smiles and nods from the staff that worked in the building where taesan’s studio was located. they had recognized you as taesan beloved girlfriend. you simply reciprocated those smiles back, smiling to yourself, since you felt warmly welcomed.

you take the lift to the floor where his studio was, excitement surging through your body. you missed his presence and his touch. it had been a while since the two of you had spent time together. you were happy, to say the least.

a giddy smile spread across your face whilst you walked to the direction of his studio, knocking at the entrance. he quickly exclaims a “come in!” before you gently open the door. you are welcomed with the sight of him busy with his little vinyl player. when he hears you come into the studio, he looks back at you with a cheeky smile.

“hi baby.” he said, getting up from his seat as the vinyl player started to play a familiar melody, it was taesan’s favorite as well. he approaches you and rests his hands on your waist, pulling you close into a delicate kiss. as his soft plush lips pressed against yours, you feel the tension in your body start to fade away into the sweet kiss. the taste of his sweet lips on yours, you would do anything to make this experience last forever.

the both of you pull away as he draws little circles on your waist, you have your arms on top of his shoulders, looking up at him. “how was your day, y/n?” he asks gently, swaying your body left and right.

“it was.. fine. i just got scolded for not completing a project i had.” you say, a hint of irritation that slowly disappears when he looks at you with those eyes. eyes full of love and worry, eyes that wanted you to be okay and couldn’t handle you feeling hurt or upset..

“i’m sure you had a rough day today..” he says and he pauses for a moment, you silently nod in response. the song continued on, slowly progressing to the best part of the song. you let the song and taesan’s presence accompany the heaviness in your heart, enjoying every moment of it.

“let’s dance just like this, babe.” he says, gently holding you by the waist and guiding your body to the beat of the soft and romantic song, getting lost in the beauty of your eyes.

oh how lucky you were to have him.

[regalevansworth]

The butterfly effect🦋

Pairing : Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Summery : Elated and thrilled to be able to start off your career in the fashion world, your first assignment is to help create costumes for superheroes. But this elation brings a sudden change in your life's trajectory when a chance encounter with none other than the Hollywood sensation-slash-hunk Chris Hemsworth transpires.

Warnings/tags : Explicit, SMUT 18+, resolved sexual tension, oral sex, anal sex, age difference (you're in your early 20's and Chris in his actual age), size difference, biting, Choking, dirty talking, manhandling, strength kink, body worshipping, Mature themes.

Word count : 6.3k+

A/N : Serving you, my first Chris Hemsworth fic. Despite being so underrated, CH fandom will live. I mean....who doesn't love our good ol’ Hemsy, right? So, here it is- a hot and spicey Chris Hemsworth smutty fic. I profusely apologize for all my mistakes and errors . Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it and hope you enjoy reading it as well. And fyi, I envisioned Chris single in this fic. But it doesn't matter so you can pretend otherwise. Other than that, it's a legitimately sexy time. Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed. Enjoy <33

Never in a million years would you have thought of getting an oppprtunity like this. For as long as you can remember, fashion has always been a subject of fascination to you. The puzzle of fabric, needle and thread intrigued you so much so that you decided, at a very young age, that you'd be persuing fashion as a career. Your parents held no grudges on your choice of profession. They encouraged you even.

So here you are today, after 4 years of continuous study with utmost diligence and dedication, bagging your first ever job as the wardrobe supervisor of costume department in a 250Million budget movie. Which, also apparently, happens to be a Marvel Studios movie. The next THOR movie. Hence, to your inner superhero geek, it's a cherry on top.

Your interview with the head Costume designer and other production managers was pretty jarring as they encountered you with several complicated aspects of being a wardrobe supervisor. But you proved your worth with practiced ease although feeling a bit self-conscious of having no prior experience. All in all, your wit and knowledge saved the day. And you could tell from the look on their faces that they were pleased with your talent at such young age. But, today comes your first day at work.

Your list of to-do's for Day #1 is surprisingly not as overloaded as you expected. It just consists of a meeting with the whole crew and the director. It goes considerably fine, save for the revelation part where they delegate you the responsibility of supervising Chris Hemsworsth's entire costume fitting process. Thus, you get extra pressure of work on your shoulder. Nevermind that you are not nearly ready to face any of the stars of the movie and it's surely getting on your nerves.

Having been already moved to Australia, the production of the movie is continuing on full swing. It's the 4th day that the crew finally decides to start work on the costumes of the lead characters. As the supervisor of Chris Hemsworth's costume preparation, you, inevitably, have to accompany the rest of the crew (which is funnily of 3 members) to his trailer.

On the way to your destination, you feel the dread of meeting someone like Chris Hemsworth slowly looming upon you. It's no surprise to you that being gay you've always been attracted to particular alpha male like him. Sure, you had a small crush on him like the vast majority of world population, maybe you still do, but it's absolutely pointless, Isn't it? There's no way in hell he's going to notice much less give his undivided attention to some random guy like you. And he's straight.

Mind occupied with these gratuitous thoughts, you don't notice when the group suddenly comes to a halt in front of a wooden door, nameplate shining with the letters C-H-R-I-S H-E-M-S-W-O-R-T-H. You feel sweat slowly pooling at your neck and collarbone. You pull out your handkerchief to dab at the places and hear one of the crew member saying, “Are you okay, Y/N?” You look up at her and try to give your most calm smile, “Yeah, I'm okay”. She nods and waits with the rest of the crews for the knocked door to open.

God! Why am I feeling so nervous? It's nothing. I'm just going for a purely professional meeting with Chris Hemsworth. Big, handsome, hunk of muscles Chris Hemsworth. Nothing else. It's not like I'm gonna rip his shirt off and and worship him on my knees and then bend over for him at the first opportunity. No. I'm fine and I got this.

Realizing how ridiculous you sound, you pull yourself out of your stupid inner rambling and straighten your posture. When the door opens, you take one last deep breath and follow your teammates into the suit. The trailer finely decorated —as a star's trailer should be— but right now you can't focus on anything else but the man in front of you.

Chris Hemsworth stands before all of you in his all broad muscular glory. From the state of his physical appearance you can guess that he has just finished working-out and didn't take a shower after. Maybe he didn't have the time. However, his short dark blonde hair is disheveled and sweat stains forming all over the tight tank top he's wearing. You can see the outline of his chiseled abs through his drenched shirt. Inhumanly broad chest and fine crafted pecs are heaving in time of his heavy breaths. “Good lord” you mumble breathily at the sight of his arms and biceps that are the size of your entire head. Angry veins popping up from all over his biceps to forearms and you just wonder for a moment, how it'd be like to trace them with your tongue.

You immediately shake yourself off before your mind leaps up to dangerous territory and look over at the head designer who's now having a quick chat with Chris Hemsworth. Then, suddenly he turns his head towards you and beckons you closer. You visibly startle but head over to them nonetheless. “And this is Mr. (Y/N) (S/N). He'll be overlooking your entire costume fitting process” Your cheeks immediately flushes at the mention of your name and you try to make out if this whole ‘making acquaintance’ part is necessary as there won't be any business other than professional.

But, when you look up at Hemsworth you see his blue eyes already resting upon you. So blue you sigh inwardly as he steps closer to you and offers a hand, “Hello, mate”. His voice is so deep and resonant that you feel yourself swooning just from that. Clearing your throat, you take his offered hand to shake it and get instantly captivated by how strong and callused they feel against your soft palm. “H-Hello” you somehow croak out, feeling your cheeks and ear burn to the root. But looking up at him, you, for the first time get transfixed by just how handsome he looks up-close. His Bearded chin and jaw, strong-thick neck, and perfectly curved nose signify his classic but exceptional Australian handsomeness.

His eyes are a whole different story, that are now gazing heavily at you. You can feel the heat behind those deep sea blue eyes as an imperceptive wave of emotion flashes over them. There's a sudden fluttering in your stomache and the sensation is so new that the hairs on your neck stand at alert on their own accord as if detecting a danger.

However, the unknown spell is immediately broken when someone from behind Chris clears their throat and beckons the group to start the meeting. As the chatting progresses you start taking notes from each side of their own opinions and giving your own. But every now and then, you catch Chris staring at you from the corner of your eye. But when you try to look back, he turns his head immediately as if he's caught doing something wrong. I must be seeing things you think as you keep your track with the meeting and wonder just why Chris Hemsworth would be giving you the occasional meaningful glances. That's just too stupid and absurd.

By the time the meeting ends, it's already been 1 hour. After calling it a day, your team start to slowly file out of the room. Not wanting to be the last one to leave, you jump up to your feet in a haste and follow the others out of the room. You covertly take a glance over your shoulder to see that Chris is now talking —more like listening— to the head designer. But then his gaze shifts and locks with you for a moment causing you to jump in surprise and turn around instantly. You hurriedly make your way out without managing to trip over.

✯———————✯

It's exactly 6:30 a.m. when Chris' alarm goes off. Groaning sleepily, he shuts off the alarm and sits up. After waking up his first thing to do is to check the day's schedule. Today's list only includes a lot of workout and some interviews then script discussion with Taika and other cast members. Throwing the sheets off of himself, he climbs out of the bed and quickly grabs his towel to take a shower. Turning on the spray, he proceeds to rinse and clean himself.

As he does so, he can't help but shift his mind off to yesterday's events. He'd been notified that the costume team would be on his trailer to discuss some things. Which turned out to be total useless as the team was talented enough to handle things on their own. But he appreciated their concern of his involvement all the same.

But there is one thing from yesterday's occuring that possessed all of his rational thinkings. Well, not a thing but a person. A very beautiful and lovely person at that. (Y/N) (S/N). Yes, that was his name. (Y/N).

The man —more like a boy, he looked pretty young— had a very gorgeous appearance. With his beautiful (s/c) complexion, wavy (h/c) hair, a set of wide (e/c) eyes that he found himself lost in the moment he gazed on them, petal like lips that he knows for a fact that they would feel as soft as they looked. He also had an aristocratic body type. Very slender but sinuous and quite short at height. The sage green cardigan of his attire accentuated his beauty all the more.

Chris is sure he felt quite captivated by the young man and the desire he felt was also quite strong. He didn't feel such attraction towards someone for a very long time and he longs to feel that body beneath him, to hear all the sound he can elicit from him, to feel his heat engulfing him whole.

Not wanting to get hard, Chris quickly pulls himself out of his thoughts and shuts off the shower. Then quickly toweling himself off he wraps the towel around his hips and goes to his suit to get ready for the day.

As expected, the day turns out to be quite uneventful but the meeting with the stars was pretty fun. After excusing himself, Chris makes his way towards his room but stops down shortly when a familiar voice calls out from behind “Mr. Hemsworth!”. Turning around, he catches the sight of the object of his sudden obsession making his way towards him. The young man is looking more delectable today. A cream colored hoodie accompanied with jeans making his appearance just as lovely. He's also wearing rounded glasses today which makes him look rather endearing as they highlighted his doe-like eyes and made them appear even bigger.

You stop Infront of him with a clipboard in your hand, allowing him to take in the scent of your cologne —fresh, and mouth watering sweet. He feels desire pooling in his stomache just being near you again. Having remembered you called him out for some reason, he smiles kindly, “Yes?”. His smile broadens when he sees a high blush rising on your cheeks and going down your neck to disappear under the collar of your hoodie, fully aware of the affect he has on you. You clear your throat and look down on the clipboard, “umm...ahem.....I’m just....here to inform you that we'll be taking measurement of your...umm...body...for your costumes so the team will be in your room in about an hour”. The full time you spoke, your gaze were anywhere but on him.

On the other hand, Chris was mentally devouring you the entire time of your forced rambling and without thinking, he blurts out, “will you be there?” He could've kicked himself for asking you that but the dumbstruck look on your lovely scarlet face, lips parted, eyed widened makes it million times worth it. But he immediately straightens up to make the conversation look professional. You peer up at him from beneath your lashes— a sight Chris is committing to memory— and nod, whispering, “Yes, I'll be there. It's under my supervision”. “Cool. I'll see you there, mate” comes Chris's jovial reply and because he can't help it and he really wants to touch you somehow, he grasps the exposed skin of your neck, squeezing it a bit.

Hand lingering there for a moment, He hesitantly retracts it but the softness of your skin on his rough palm left him craving for more. Images of him trailing kisses down your neck and leaving marks on the smooth expanse flashes through his mind and before he loses his composure, he flashes a wide smile and abruptly turns on his heels before striding away.

You stand there, shaking, eyes wide like saucers. The unexpected touch having made your rational thinkings go hayware. Head spinning thousand miles per second from the feel of his solid grip on your neck. Goosebumps still fresh on your entire body as you feel pulse throbbing on the side of your neck where moments ago his veiny hand rested.

How it'd feel to have those hands roaming all over your smaller frame? Holding you down as he pounds you onto the mattress? He could easily fit both of his huge palms around your hips

You shiver at the thoughts and immediately snap out of your reverie. Still blushing like a lovestruck teenager, you make your way towards the costume department's office, the interaction still fresh on your mind. Chris Hemsworth smiling at you, touching you. The same fluttering sensation returns like a thousand butterflies roaming around your belly. You shake your head again,. He isn't into you, you moron! He's just being friendly. Yes, he's just being his usual cheery self. Stop thinking otherwise. And Chris Hemsworth isn't gay for god's sake!! You mentally chide yourself, slapping at the back of your head once and twice.

It isn't untill one hour passes that you prepare for the impending visit to Chris Hemsworth. Just when you're about to gather your team, one of them walks up to you with an apologetic expression and you immediately know this isn't going to end up to your liking. “Hey, uh, (M/N), sorry to bother you but the other guys will be busy for next some hours with you know, set props and stuff. So, you'll have to take the measurements of Mr. Hemsworth alone” He rushes to explain again when he sees the shocked look on your face, “It's nothing difficult, really. You know how it's done, right?” You take a moment to collect yourself and nod unsurely. “Great! Good luck” He pats you on the back and hurries away.

“Shit” comes the first thing from your mouth and you know that you're gloriously fucked. But you also know that despite your current predicament, this work has to be done as soon as possible otherwise the pressure will grow on everyone. So, after releasing a long defeated sigh, you grab your things and head out. On your way, you pray to whatever higher power is up there to shorten your time alone with Chris Hemsworth and save you from the ultimate embarrassment.

Chris has just finished doing some light push-ups and weight-lifting knowing that it'll help broadening his muscles to make his body susceptible to perfect measurement. Just as he is about to grab a towel and clean the slight sheen of persiperation off his body, there comes a knock to the door. Musing it'll be the costume team, he walks over to the door, shirtless, and pulls it open. There, fidgeting like a nervous teenager, stands (M/N). But when those alluring eyes fall upon him, they widen almost comically. Never being able to focus on one thing, they shift from his face to his chest, abs, arm and every inch of his naked skin. He can't help but smile smugly at that.

Chris then sees you gulping visibly before looking up, face flushed so prettily and for the first time Chris wonders if you are a virgin. “Hey mate, I was waiting for you, come on in.” He moves aside to let you in. Seeing it just you, he asks, “You, uh, alone?” You nod, obviously more than nervous.

After an awkward amount of moment passes, you pull out the measurement tape from your back pocket and look up at him expectantly, “Shall we begin?”. He smiles, adjusting the ball cap he's wearing, “Sure, let me just clean off the sweat. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable” You nod and set down the notpads on the near table. After some moments, Chris comes out of his bedroom looking slightly fresh but the evidence of his chore is still fresh on his bronzed skin.

Unrolling the tape, you move closer to him and a wave of musky scent of sweat and ozone mixed with faint spicy cologne hits your nostrils. The man radiates musculinity and of pure testosterone which is practically overwhelming your senses, making your knees buckle. Trying to calm yourself down, you proceed.

Placing the metallic tip of the tape on his right shoulder, you measure out the length of his arm and then doing the same to his left arm. Following the same procedure you measure out the length of his upper body. Jotting down the numbers after immediately everytime.

Then you move to meter the width of his neck and collar and by the close promiximity you can now feel his hot breath down the side of your neck. Can feel his eyes boring onto the same spot and the delicious heat wafting off of him. You quickly dislodge yourself and move around to measure the width of his muscular shoulders, impressive at that. His eyes trailing your every movement. Gulping nervously, you shuffle around untill you get the measurement of his biceps, forearms and chest, eyes widening from the sheer size of them.

When it is time to get the measurement of his waist and lower body, you begrudgingly have to get down on your knees which seems to be only convenient.

Chris silently observes you getting down on your knees. The sight already having made his blood rushing south, cock thickening inside his shorts. He can feel your breath coming in contact with his crotch even with the barrier of thin fabric when you circle the tape around his waist. He is having an absolute hard time stiffling his groans. Multitude of lewd, pornographic images flashes through his mind, each one dirtier than the other.

You can clearly see the tan line on Chris's skin from where you're crouching in front of him. His low hanging shorts doing nothing to hide the trail of hair disappearing under the waistband nor the obvious swell of of a prominant bulge. You swallow thickly realizing you're eye to eye with Chris Hemsworth's very clothed manhood and how easy it'd be to just tug the ridiculous pair of shorts down and choke yourself on his huge Australian cock.

Chris is also having a hard time restraining himself to just smash your pretty face onto his crotch, fingers twitching from the effort. But when you look up at him suddenly with your wide (e/c) eyes and parted lips, he loses all the battles against his lust.

He picks you up in a flash. Ignoring your yelp of surprise, he smashes your lips together. The force of his kiss almost knocks you off balance. But you pull yourself together from the utter shock and wrap your arms around his neck. He wraps his huge arms around your waist and tugs yourself close even though there is not an ounce of space left between you, chests flush together. You try to kiss back as much as possible but you feel already delirious, mind hazy.

He eagerly sucks on your bottom lip. You moan in pleasure, making him groan and deepen the kiss. Soon his thick tongue seeks entrance to your mouth which you are very happy to comply. He licks the inside of your mouth, groaning from the taste. Tongues enterwining, you both lose yourself in the act. He bites your bottom lip and you whimper in response. His tongue is warm and heavy in your mouth, so as his body against yours.

He soon breaks the kiss and reluctantly pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. Both of your breath became heavier by now and he looks at you so intensely that you, feeling somewhat scrutinized, look down with your hands still clutching both of his meaty shoulders. Curling a finger under your chin, he tilts your head up and you notice for the first time, that his eyes are completely blown away, the blues of his orbs are blackened by what can be called as raw hunger. You can't help the shiver that wracks down your spine.

Wordlessly, he slowly backs you up against the nearest wall and once more kisses you so passionately as if trying to devour you. Involuntary tears gather at the corner of your eyes from the light suffocation. If it wasn't for him, you never would've known that kisses can be this much pleasurable to bring you to hardness in an instant.

Chris absolutely loves the taste of your mouth as he licks around every cravice. Your heavenly moans and whimpers going straight to his already engorged cock as it's leaking a steady stream of precome inside his boxers. He wants to hear you more, the sounds he can emit from your sinful lips as he makes you his. With this single thought in his minds, he pecks you on the lips one last time and slowly descends down the long column of your neck.

He takes a whiff from the juncture of your neck and shoulder before pressing his tongue flat on the skin. “You smell so good” he purrs in a husky tone and starts to suckle on your neck, pressing wet open mouthed kisses on your skin. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more embarrassing noises. But he's just making it so hard from his slow ministrations.

Feeling restless and too worked up, you slowly start to roam your palms around his strong back. Both your hands don't even come together from the wideness of his upper back. As he feasts upon your neck, you rake your nails on his sweaty scalp, making him groan into your skin. So far, you are completely ignorant about how things escalated since you step into his trailer. You just simply can't bring yourself to care.

Chris tugs at the hem of your hoodie, a silent indication for you to remove it. You comply without any question and as soon as it comes off, his touches become more bolder. Pressing both of your naked chests together, he kisses and nips at your collarbone, lavs at the dip of your clavicle all the while letting his teeth graze at the soft skin. He follows the same movement on your throat and jaw before taking your earlobe between his teeth and gently bites down. You whine at the sensation as he kisses behind your ear and issues one demand, “I want you”.

That's the moment you know you are utterly and entirely his to do anything with and you don't even try to hold back the Yes that leaves your mouth in a whine.

At your permission, he settles both of his large hands on your hips and marvles at how they engulf the entirety of your narrow waist. Still kissing, he sneaks his hands down your waist to rest them on your ass before squeezing both cheeks roughly that has you moaning in his mouth.

At some point, Chris aligns both your hips together and thrusts forward and your eyes immediately roll back from the hard press of his large bulge against your own erection. Yes, he is going to split you open and you will absolutely let him.

But first, you need to worship the Greek god in front of you. Trace each dip and swell of his muscles with your tongue, have that heavy cock down your throat and then let him wreck you however he wants.

Mind made up, you try and push him away to make enough room. He looks at you with a puzzled expression and then slowly realization dawns on him, perhaps your needy expression gave you away. But you can only care less as he grins and let his hands fall at his sides.

Having enough space, you move forward to press a shy kiss on top of his left pec. The muscle feeling hard on your lips as a low groan leaves from the person above you. Pleased with his reaction, you grow more confident with your touches and shower open mouthed kisses along every inch of his tanned skin, tongue darting out to chase the salty taste of his sweat leaving a wet trail of saliva in it's wake.

While your mouth is busy worshipping his glorious abs, your hands roam on his strong biceps and equally dense triceps. You can hear him panting lightly as his hands gently pushing down on your shoulders to get you on your knees.

Your knees gently hits the soft carpet and you look up at him wide wide eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Chris curses at the sight of you and combs his rough, thick fingers through your soft locks and buries your face in his crotch. You grip at his strong thighs for support and inhale his strong musky scent, making you moan and leak inside your boxers.

He's so hard and the press of his hard, long and thick cock against your cheek feels every bit the exciting and terrifying. You can feel the heat of his members even through the fabric of his shorts as you mouth at his covered shaft hungrily.

“Fuck baby, c'mon. Pull it out. I wanna feel your pretty lips wrapped around me”, rasps the man in his deep Australian accent, making you bite your lip from moaning out loud.

You scramble to obey him and tug his already unlaced shorts down to his thighs. And immediately, his engorged erection springs free and slaps you across the cheek. Your eyes widen at the sight in front of you as you take in the size of Chris Hemsworth's beast of a cock.

It's long and as thick as your wrist, the tip is swollen and an angry shade of red with precum beading at the slit, veins running around the shaft and a thick vein at the underside, a nice thatch of dark blonde pubic hair at the base. So big. You drool at the thought of having it in your mouth and look down to spot his heavy looking balls that are not surprisingly also large, hanging between his thighs. They look so full, I wonder how much cum they can produce. You think in awe.

In no time, Chris grips your soft (h/c) locks and tugs you forward. You comply happily and wrap your lips around the thick spongey head. Throwing his head back, Chris groans at the feel of your soft lips on his sensitive glans. So hot and wet.

Pleased with his response, you press your tongue flat on the slit and lick up all the salty-sweet precum constantly dripping from his cock. The taste is strongly exquisite and you double down your effort to taste it more. Swirling your tongue expertly around the head, you try to take him deeper all the while gripping his strong thighs for support.

Chris watches is amazement as you continue to deep-throat him. Occasional low grunts leaving his lips as you bob your head up and down on his thick shaft. Spit and drool covering your chin as you gag and choke on his length. Chris swears at your relentless pace on sucking his cock. Even if you can't take him all the way down to your throat, you compensate with wrapping both hands around the missed portion. Jerking in time of your head movement.

You can feel Chris' thighs shaking as he presses one palm on the wall behind you and you realize that he is close. Moaning loudly around his cock, you continue faster than before and with both hands on his hips, you urge him to fuck your face. Chris immediately starts thrusting inside your warm mouth, a litany of curses falling from his lips.

You choke everytime the tip bumps the back of your throat but you don't give him any sign to stop. Drool making his cock shiny and slick as it travels down the base of his cock onto his heavy hanging balls. Wet slurping and gagging noises fill the room along with Chris Hemsworth's groans of pleasure.

“Fuck baby, I'm close. You want my cum?” Chris groans out between heavy pants as he looks down to see you looking pleadingly up at him.

“Mmm” is all you can say with your mouth full of his incredible cock but it's all he needed to hear before urgently thrusting a couple of more times and finally you can feel the warm rush of Chris Hemsworth's cum on your tongue. The taste of his sweet and salty seed in your mouth coaxing you to moan in delight as you swallow every single drop.

After he stops coming, you pull out his cock from your mouth with an audible pop and lick the remnants off of it. Looking up at him through your lashes as you press your tongue on the slit and wrapping your lips around it to give it a fierce suck to draw out any left behind, already hungry for more.

Chris watches with lidded eyes as his lustful gaze travels all over your body, blown wide pupils zeroing on your face. Cheeks flushed, eyes puffy and glistening, lips parted around his already hardening cock, chin covered in drool and cum, hair in a tangled mess. You're the perfect picture of debauchery and he can't waste anymore time.

With a hungry growl, he picks you up from the floor. Strong hands gripping the underside of your thighs to hoist you up in his arms. Taking the cue, you throw your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he carries you to the bedroom, lips on every inch of your neck, his coarse beard a delicious friction on your soft skin.

Once reaching the pristinely decorated room, Chris deposites you on the bed, promptly climbing on top of you and claiming your lips once more in a heated kiss. It doesn't take long for him to slide his lips and tongue down your jaw to hungrily mouth on your neck. You can't keep the whimpers of pleasure that leave you parted lips which seems to encourage him to continue with his ministrations.

One hand fisting on the sheets and other entangled in Chris' dirty blonde hair, you arch upward with a high pitched moan as he latches his lips onto one of your nipple. Biting and rolling the hardened nub between his teeth before gently tugging and blowing on it has you writhing in his hold.

“P-please”

“Please what, baby?” Chris growls around your other nipple. You shake your head, tears of sweet torture skipping down the side of your face.

Raising up on his forearms Chris grabs ahold of your face and leans down to whisper hotly, “I want you to say it”

“P-please t-touch me” cheeks aflame, you breath out. Chris smirks but complies. Sneaking his hands past your stomach to unbutton your jeans, tugging them down along with your boxers. His hand immediately wraps around your aching flesh, completely engulfed in his big, sturdy hand. Your eyes flutters shut as a long moan escapes your throat, Chris immediately swallowing it down by pressing his mouth to yours.

With his sure hand stroking up and down your cock, you find yourself running your hands all over his sun kissed muscular body. You can't get enough of off him. The way he dominates you, makes you feel good and the way he overwhelms you with his equally overwhelming figure is something you're sure you'll never find anywhere else again. He completely ruined you—ruining you—for any other man.

It takes a while for you to register that his other hand that wasn't occupied are now busy between you parted thighs. One thick finger prodding at your entrance, making you jolt up in surprise. “L-lube” you choke out, knowing that his big digits won't be comfortable for a dry intrusion and you want this as painless as possible. But the thought appears unconvincing as you watch Chris nod with a smile and gets up to retrieve lube from drawer, his big cock bobbing and swaying with his movements.

Chris returns with a small container of lube in his hand, squirting a generous amount on his digits before coating them nicely and dropping the container on the sheets.

“Relax. Let me loosen you up, hmm?” Chris says with his deep voice that immediately soothes you, allowing you to take a deep breath as the first finger approaches you. Chris rhythmically thrusts his index finger inside you and the initial discomfort fades away as you listen to him saying, “You're doing so good baby. Such a good boy, getting ready for my cock”

Hearing Chris saying those things to you doubles your pleasure but it compare to when his finger hit that sweet spot inside you that makes your toes curl and back arch, silent scream erupting from your throat, eyes wide from the sheer intensity of it.

Chris has a triumphant expression on his face as he thrusts on that spot repeatedly. And before you know, three of Chris' fingers are inside your ass, loosening your walls. Chris watched you as a string of pleas fall from your lips and he knows that you're close.

Suddenly, Chris pulls out his fingers, making you whine at the loss and the emptiness. Chris chuckles, “Don't worry baby. I'll fill you up with something much better”.

With that, you watch as he drops a generous amount of lube in his palm and coats his large flesh with the substance. Chris shuffles closer, pressing the tip to your entrance as he looks at you for permission. You nod without hesitation, aching to be filled with his monstrous cock.

As the fat head of his cock pushes past the ring of your muscle, you already find yourself breathless. Winding your arms around his neck, you encourage him to go on. And he does. Chris pushes the entirety of his large manhood inside you tight channel with one long thrust. “Fuck” Chris grunts from how tightly your walls are gripping his cock “You're so fucking tight”

Meanwhile, an actual scream erupts from your throat as you feel him reaching so deep inside of you, at the same time stretching you so wide. The pain and pleasure making your senses go haywire as a sob rips from your core.

“You're so- so big”

Chris can't response. Not when he feels this good. He can already feel the tingling in his balls, already churning and filling up with cum. He can no longer hold back. He needs to move. To pound into your tight- sweet ass till both of you can't remember your names.

“Fuck, baby. I need to move. Can I move?” Chris grits out, muscles straining from the effort of holding back.

Overwhelmed yourself, you lock your ankles behind his back and can only nod. But thankfully Chris notices as a sigh of relief leaves his lips. It soon changes into a look of determination as he pulls back till only the tip is inside before slamming back in with full force.

It jolts you from you position but soon after Chris' hand grabs your hips in a tight grip and his powerful hips starts thrusting without inhibition. It's like a dam has been broken the way Chris delivers each of his thrusts. Both of you are a moaning and groaning mess.

Chris hits every right spot inside you that makes you toe curl. You watch transfixed as his powerful body collides with your much smaller and petite one. Every single muscle in his body looks on overdrive with each snap of his hips. Sweat sprouting on his forehead, some of it gathering between the slope of his pecs making it glisten in daylight. Every fibre of muscle in his biceps bulging with how tightly he's grabbing your hips, sure to leave marks in it's wake. His abs also glistening from sweat, tightening with tension as a few drops gathering on his dark blonde pubes. In this moment of passion, you realize you have never seen a man so handsome, masculine and equally beautiful in you life. And said man is now giving you the wildest ride of your life.

“You feel so good, baby. So fucking good”

Your response in only a choked moan. But you somehow manage to let out, “Harder, Chris. Please, harder”

“Yeah? You want me to go hard, baby?”

Again, you can only nod. But Chris grants you wishes. With one swift movement, he flips you onto your stomach. Roughly pulling your ass up and smashing your face onto the pillow, he slides back in. Every inch of his glorious cock and starts to pound harder than ever.

You bite onto the pillow to muffle your sounds but Chris leans down and grabs you chin, murmuring in you ear, “Don't cover your sounds. I want to hear them. I want to hear you scream my name baby”

With that, he pulls his cock back slowly, letting you feel the delicious drag of cock inside of you before snapping back in and immediately hitting your prostate. Your eyes snap open as he makes you scream as promised, “Nnghh!!!Chris!!!”

After that, Chris doesn't relent. He jabs at your prostate with his cock mercilessly. His heavy balls slapping against your ass as he thrusts from behind and you push your ass back in time of his thrusts to meet him halfway. Yes yes please please Chris words fall from your lips like mantra.

“Yeah? You like that? You like my big cock inside your sweet ass?”

“Yes yes” you nod your head frantically

“Tell me how much you like my big fat cock”

“So much. Please”

“Yeah? And what do you want?”

“I want— oh yes —I want your cum”

“Fuck”

Chris again flips you onto your back. Pushing back in and setting up his rhythmic thrusts, he leans down and starts sucking bruises on your neck and shoulder. By the time both of your breath becomes heavier and pants starts to grow louder, you can't hold back anymore. Without even touching, your cock is ready to explode.

“C-Chris, I'm coming”

“Shit, baby. Me too. Cum with me”

And with one last precise thrust that hits you right in your sweet spot you're coming all over yourself. Cum landing on your stomach and pooling on your lower belly.

At the same time, Chris lets out a low growl and comes inside you in long spurts. You can feels his hot seed coating your inner walls, painting them white. There's so much of it that it starts to leak around his cock, still deep inside you. Your cock gives a weak little twitch from the sensation and then Chris collapses right on top of you. Your lithe body squished beneath his sweaty bulky one.

“That was fucking amazing” Chris breathes out, face buried in your neck.

“Yes. I loved it” you giggle, looping your arms around his shoulders and stroking his sweat drenched hair.

Chris looks up at you and grins. Dorky and satisfied. “Shower?”

You nod shyly. Chris tugs you up by the wrist and guides you towards the end suite bathroom.

On the way there Chris slaps one of your ass cheeks and smirks suggestively down at you. “Next time, I'm eating this out before doing anything else”

You feel your cheeks boil as he laughs his famous booming laughter. But neither you can contain the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

Next time

A/N (2) : phew! At last. I'm sorry guys this fic is too much lengthy. I always feel the need to explain every single situation in my fics also very prolonged and detailed smut. And honestly it's so much tiring and mentally strenuous as fuck. So I swore to myself that I'm going to keep my thought process at minimum from now on. On second note, I don't know shit about a movie's costume making process, i just made the whole thing up. Guilty. Again, I'm sorry if the story longivity bothers you guys, I'm trying my best. See y'all soon with another of my groundbreaking fic Lol ;P

[atomicami]

the perfect fit

model!abby anderson x fashion designer!reader

- summary: it’s the start of your new job working for armani as a fashion designer, and your first assignment is to design and create a suit for an upcoming runway event. despite the fact that you can’t stand your chosen model, you also can’t help but find her very attractive too.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, nyc living, reader has a degree in fashion design, reader is a bit of a perfectionist, model!abby, abby’s a little cocky, work sex, fingering & strap usage (r!receiving), abby refers to her strap as her cock, size kink, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

- author’s note: so i was highly inspired by this abby x model!reader fic that i decided to try to write out a fic of my own with this new pairing!! i hope y’all like it :)

also dedicating this one to my girl @whore4abby ily darling 🤍

New York City was always known to be the place where one’s dreams were meant to fly as high as the skyscrapers that rose in its urban atmosphere. It was known to be the perfect capital city for all professions, including fashion.

Living in New York had always been the dream for you, and although you were now residing there for school, you weren’t exactly fulfilling your dreams just yet. So when you had called your parents one day to break the bad news to them, you knew that they weren’t going to be on board with your sudden change of plans.

“You’re switching majors? But why?” your dad asked through the phone. “I thought you wanted to study law.”

No, you didn’t. Your parents had been telling everyone they knew in your small town that you were going to major in law after high school and become the best lawyer to walk the streets of New York, and as a result, you couldn’t help but select that major just to please them.

“I don’t, Dad…If you had listened to me in the first place, you would know that I never wanted to do that,” you tell him.

“Well, that’s alright, law school isn’t for everyone now.” your dad told you before continuing. “What are you going to study instead? Medicine? Psychology? Business?”

You took a deep breath before continuing. “Fashion design…” you mutter back to him.

You can already imagine the outburst he was going to have. It was almost as if you could feel the anger bubbling within him through the phone.

“Fashion?! Are you seriously out of your mind?!” your dad exclaimed back at you. His reaction was so uncalled for that you had to take him off of speakerphone.

And after a long lecture from him later, he simply told you that he wasn’t going to pay for your tuition anymore before hanging up the phone.

Even though you were expecting that kind of reaction from your parents, your father more specifically, you still couldn’t help but feel so…discouraged. You’ve been wanting to be a fashion designer ever since you were little, and your parents’ lack of support did nothing but steal your happiness in fulfilling your dreams.

But at the same time…you felt determined to prove them wrong. You wanted to show them that you weren’t making this change just take the easy way out, you were doing it because you’ve been wanting to pursue this career your whole life. You wanted to show them that you were meant to be working in a fashion studio, not a courtroom.

Fast forward to now, and you’ve graduated from Parsons at the top of your class with a fashion degree, only to soon land a job working as a fashion designer at one of Giorgio Armani’s establishments right here in New York City.

Once the first day of your new job came around, you needed to give the best impression there, making sure to arrive before your boss did. After all, if it weren’t for Tess selecting you as one of the potential candidates as a fashion designer for that establishment, you’d probably still be job hunting by now.

You sat at your desk, eyeing the surroundings of the large studio you were in at this moment. All of the fabrics, mannequins, tools, and machines just waiting to be used. It still felt like a fever dream to you.

The sound of the opening doors of the warehouse startles you, causing you to and some of the designers in the studio to turn around, while the others are still chattering.

Tess walks into the studio and stands in the middle of the room before bringing everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone,” she shouts with a loud clap of her hands, causing the rest of the room to quiet down. “I have decided to put you all in charge of creating the looks for Armani’s upcoming winter fashion show. Each of you will be given a model to work on, and you are welcome to create whatever you’d like, as long as it meets the requirements for the show.”

“But, isn’t the winter fashion show only a month from now?” one of the designers asked.

“Yes, Yes it is, actually,” Tess replies with a nod. “So I expect to see the best work done by you all within the time being. I’d like to see how well my designers can work under pressure.”

You let out a sigh in frustration and held your face in your hands. How the hell were you going to have a look ready in just a month?

Tess checks the time on her watch before looking up at the clock for reassurance. “The models should be arriving any minute now, once they get here I’ll be assigning them out to everyone, and we’ll start today off by taking their measurements and sketching out designs. When you are finished, I—“ Her words are cut off by the sound of the warehouse doors opening again.

You look over again with the rest of the designers to see another staff member enter the room with a variety of models trailing behind her in a single file line. She then approaches Tess to talk to her for a brief moment before soon exiting the warehouse by herself. “Alright everyone,” Tess shouts out again, looking down at the clipboard that was in her hands. “When I call out your name to your assigned model, I would like you to stand up from your desk so they know who you are.”

As Tess begins to assign the models, the sound of a chair swiveling over to your left makes you turn your head, and you see that it was Dina scooching closer to you. “See anyone you might like?” she whispers over to you, her eyes still fixed on the line of models in the room.

“I honestly could care less about who Tess puts me with,” you whisper back to her, leaning back against your chair and crossing one of your legs over the other. “As long as they don’t give me a hard time, I should be good.”

Dina nods in response, she opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by the sound of Tess calling out your name. As a result, you rise from your seat and stand behind your desk.

“You’ll be working with Anderson as your model,” she tells you, and you watch as Tess looks over to your model and points at you, indicating her to walk over to where you were.

Intimidation strikes through you as she approaches your desk. You can’t really put your finger on it, but from the first impression, you’re quite convinced it's because of her broad figure that stood out from everyone else. You look over to Dina, to which she looks back at you and simply mouths a ‘good luck’ on your end.

Tess soon does a quick check around the room, making sure each designer has a model to work with. “Alright, now that everyone has an assigned model, you can all get started. Remember now, the winter show is a month from today, so I hope you can all make the best use of your time.” and with that, she exits the studio, leaving you and the rest of the designers to be.

Abby has her side resting against your desk, watching you draw out some looks on your sketchbook. “Just so you know…” she starts, leaning in closer to your right side. “I’m like, the biggest model here, so don’t be surprised when you run out of fabric for that pretty outfit you’ve planned out for me.”

You look over to Abby and roll your eyes before setting your pencil down and opening the side drawer of your desk. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” you tell her as you take out the soft tape measure from your drawer and stand up from your seat. “Come on, let me take your measurements now.”

Based on that first interaction alone, you knew that Abby was going to be a distraction for your project, and boy you were right.

This past month has felt like hell for you, and Abby’s cocky, conceited persona wasn’t making it any better for you.

Things were fine at first, at least enough for you to manage. But it wasn’t until the second fitting that she’s been starting to really get on your nerves.

The fitting room in the Armani establishment was spacious, each designer/model pair had their spot to do the fittings and make any adjustments if needed.

Abby walks over to your side of the fitting room fully dressed in her runway outfit. You had beautifully created a navy blue suit that complimented her freckled skin and blue eyes perfectly, and the entire outfit had Swarovski crystals sewn all over the place. It was a timeless and classic look for the show.

It’s a shame that your model has to be so arrogant for the time being.

You look over to her and snap your fingers. “Stand over there,” you tell her, pointing over to the small, round altar that was next to you. Abby simply obliges and stands up on the altar to face you, both of her hands crossed at her front.

You notice this and walk over to her, grabbing at her hands. “I need your hands at your sides, you’re a model, not a security guard.” you tell her sternly, separating her hands so each one is at her side. You then sit down on the stool behind you, bringing yourself down to face her lower half so you can check the fitting of her suit pants.

Starting at the bottom of her pants and making your way up, the pants seem to fit well on her so far. Given Abby’s large build, the fit is as snug as can be, but not too tight to where it would make her uncomfortable when walking. If you had made it any tighter, you’re convinced that the fabric might rip.

However, it wasn’t until you look at the waistline of the pants. For some reason, that area looked unusually tighter than it was compared to the last fitting. The zipper on her pants looked like it was going to burst. It’s almost as if she was hiding something underneath…

You tap the side of her thigh to get her attention, causing her to tilt her head down. ”What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the slight bulge that was sticking out of her pants.

She simply smirks back at you and shakes her head. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” she mumbles out, looking back up.

Your eyes were still fixed on her face, and you grabbed at her crotch, causing her to slightly jerk back. You knew damn well what it was that she had in those pants.

“Jesus,” she says, looking back down at you. “Chill out, will you?”

“Take it off,” you tell her sternly, standing back up from the stool. “I’m not going to have my look completely ruined as a result from one of your little games.”

You were close to having an outburst in the middle of the fitting room since you were starting to get some looks from some of the other designers and models in the room, including Dina. It was a good thing that Tess wasn’t there to see it though.

Abby simply rolls her eyes at you and clears her throat before stepping off of the altar and exiting the fitting room to go change. The two of you were being quite immature about this, but you were seriously in need of your look to be perfect for the show, and Abby was keeping you from doing so.

A couple more weeks pass by and before you know it, the day of the show is just right around the corner from now.

Your shift at the studio had just ended, and people were starting to gather their things to leave, while you still sat by your large mannequin, making adjustments and adding touches to your look.

Dina walks up behind you and taps your shoulder, causing you to pull out one of your headphones from your ear and turn around.

“Hey,” she says. “Some of us are going to head out to Dalton’s for drinks. Wanna come with?”

You shake your head in response. “I can’t, I really have to finish this look in time for the show, I have to make sure everything’s perfect.”

You hear her let out a sigh and nod. “Alright well, just don’t stress yourself out, okay?” she asks, gently squeezing your shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” she says, and you nod back at her as you watch her put her bag over her shoulder and exit the studio.

Once she leaves, you notice Tess at walking towards you at the corner of your eye. “Hey kid,” she says leaning against your desk with her arms crossed, keys jingling in one of her hands. “You plan on leaving soon?”

You let out a sigh and turned your head to face her. “Just let me stay a little longer, Tess…I promise I’ll be out of here soon.”

She sighs back and hesitates for a moment while rubbing the back of her neck. “Alright, I’ll give you an hour, but that’s it. I don’t want you spending the night here.” She then gets off your desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow, the doors will lock automatically once you leave.”

You nod in response and thank her before watching her walk away from the dim lighting that shined on your side of the studio. You were instantly relieved to be able to have some time for yourself to work on the suit.

However, that doesn’t last long when another set of footsteps enter the studio and begin to approach you from behind once again.

A large hand grabs at your shoulder, this time causing you to jump up and turn around in fear for a moment before realizing who it is. “Jesus, Anderson…you scared the hell out of me,” you say, trying to catch your breath. “What are you even doing here? Your final fitting isn’t until Friday.”

Abby lets out a chuckle at your frightened reaction and shakes her head. “I just came here to get my car keys,” she says, grabbing them off the shelf where she had left them. “I left them last time I was here.”

You rolled your eyes and stood back up to face your desk and away from her. “Well, now that you have your keys, can you go now? I need to keep working.”

As you were about to put your headphones back on, Abby began to speak once again. “What’s your deal?” she asks you.

You let out a huff and set your phone down before looking back at her. “My deal is that I’ve had to deal with your arrogance this past month and it’s been driving me insane. All I want right now is to have this time to myself so I can finish this suit in time for the show.”

The smirk that was growing on Abby’s face right now was so big you could practically see it from your peripheral vision. She then begins to walk around until she’s behind you on your desk. “It seems like you could loosen up a bit, you know…” she tells you as she slightly leans in closer to your ear, trapping you between your desk and her chest. You could already feel a familiar bulge poking at your lower back. It was that same bulge that you were just grabbing at in the fitting room not too long ago.

You roll your eyes at her in response. “Is that so?” you whisper back to her, just enough so she can hear you. “And what might that be, exactly?”

Her hands make their way down to your waist, grabbing you and turning you around so you are now face-to-face with her. “How about I show you, yeah?” she whispers to you, to which you nod desperately.

Despite how much you couldn’t stand her, you really couldn’t help but be into her at the same time, and not only has she also been aware of it, but she felt the same way with you too.

You feel her hands move from your waist down to the buttons of your pants, and you look down at your lap as a result. “Let’s see what we have here now…” she murmurs, slowly undoing your pants and sliding them off your legs and to the ground. Once your pants were fully removed, she helped give you a boost so you could sit up on your desk.

Abby instantly opens your legs the second your ass hits your desk, immediately eyeing the visible wet patch that was seeping through your black underwear. “Well well well, what do we have here…” she mutters out, hooking a finger underneath your underwear and shifting it to the side, causing your wet pussy to be exposed to her and the cold air of the studio. “This all for me?” she asks, looking back up at you.

All you can simply do is bite your lip and nod as you try to resist the cold air hitting against your pussy. “Fuck, yes, Abs…it’s all for you…” you whine out to her.

“That’s what I thought,” she mutters back. Two of her fingers make their way into your cunt without warning, causing you to jerk back and involuntarily close your thighs shut. However, her other hand makes her way into the middle just in time before you do so. “Nuh-uh, don’t get shy on me now, princess,” she says, forcing your legs back open to stand in the middle. “You’ve been so bold with me this past month, so you’re not backing out of this now.”

Her fingers successfully go into your pussy the second time around, causing a moan to escape from your mouth as a result. Abby’s fingers were huge, to say the least, but they managed to stretch your pussy out so well. There’s no way that your pussy can’t take anything bigger than this.

But what Abby was about to pull out next was going to prove you wrong.

As Abby’s fingers continue to pump inside you, she begins to undo her jeans with her free hand, effortlessly getting them open and slightly pushing them down to her thighs. She then digs that same hand into her boxers and pulls out her black strap-on, causing your eyes to widen at the immense size. She was fucking huge.

“A-Abby…” you stammer out to her, quickly shaking your head. “That—That’s not gonna fit…It’s too—“

“Yes it will,” she says, cutting off your words. “My cock’s gonna fit. You’ll see.”

Her fingers quickly slide out of your cunt, leading you to whimper at the loss. With both of her hands now, she rubs her cock against your folds, collecting some of your wetness before sliding it into your tight hole. The stretch of the strap was a bit uncomfortable at first, but after a moment, you were shocked to see how well your pussy was easily taking it from the tip down to the base. It really was the perfect fit.

Abby smirks as she looks down at the piece of silicone that connected your bodies. “See? I told you it’ll fit,” she mutters out, bottoming out completely inside you. “This fucking pussy was made to take my cock.”

You were already starting to feel dizzy over Abby’s cock nestling inside your pussy. You were desperate for some movement.

“A-Abby…” you whine out to her, squeezing her bicep. “N-Need you t-to move…”

“What’s that, princess? You want me to move my cock?” she asks, to which you nod in response. “Need me to thrust my big cock in that desperate little pussy of yours? Don’t worry, baby, I’ll do just that for you.”

And with that, she begins to slowly thrust inside you. You could practically feel it all within her movements, the girth, the veins, hell, even the tip would kiss at your cervix every time she bottomed out into you.

Abby grabs at both of your thighs, slowly starting to speed up her pace. “I think I can go a little faster now, don’t you think? Your pretty pussy’s already doing so well for me, angel…”

“Fuck, y-yes, Abby…f-faster…” you slur out as you throw your head back in pleasure, gripping both of your hands onto your desk while she continues to thrust inside of you.

One of her hands leaves your thigh and grabs at your jaw, tilting it down to face her. “Look at that now, my girl’s getting so cockdrunk for me…I bet it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Abby’s gaze soon brings down to your chest, smirking once she notices your hard nipples poking through your shirt. She then lets go of your jaw and pulls your shirt up to your tits, watching in awe at the mere sight of them. “No bra?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you to be such a slut like that…It’s almost as if you were waiting for this to happen.”

At this point, your brain was losing focus, and you couldn’t figure out what Abby was saying to you right now. Once she sped up her pace again, all you could think about now was getting to your release.

Abby now has her gaze focused on the sight of your pussy, watching as it squeezes and contracts around the strap with every thrust. “Looks like you’re getting close, princess. Are you gonna come for me? Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

“Y-yes, f-fuck! I-I’m getting close…” you whine back to her, leading her to thrust even faster inside of you, your moans soon getting loud enough for them to practically echo inside the whole studio.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak. Your cunt pulsed a few more times around Abby’s strap before cumming completely with a loud moan of her name, causing a white ring to form around it.

As you began to catch your breath, Abby slowly pulled herself out of you, groaning as she saw a thick white string of your cum connecting between your pussy and the tip of her strap before soon breaking. She then ran her fingers through her length, collecting all of your release before soon sticking them inside of your mouth while it was still agape.

After sucking her fingers clean, she pulls them out of your mouth and tucks her strap back into her boxers before putting her jeans back on. You watch as she briefly gets down onto her knees and brings her face into your fucked out pussy, gently licking and sucking it clean, savoring each bit of it as she did so.

Once you were all clean, Abby rose back to her feet, helping you with your underwear and with the rest of your clothes as well. Her hands then moved from the button of your pants back down to your hips, guiding you off of your desk and back on your feet. You stumble a little bit into her at the sudden movement.

“Hey, you okay?” she asks softly, catching you in her arms.

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m okay…just a little worn out.” you pant out to her as you gain back your composure to turn around towards your desk and gather up your things to leave.

“Well, at least let me give you a ride back to your place,” she insists, grabbing her keys off your desk. “It’s already late outside, and I don’t think it’s quite safe for you to be walking around out there at this time.”

You hesitate for a moment at first. You’d honestly hate to inconvenience Abby to give you a ride home, but given that she was the one offering, you didn’t seem to mind too much about it. In all fairness, it was already late hours in the city, and given the damage she’d done to your legs, there was no way you were going to last walking for five minutes down the street. So you end up accepting her offer.

“Yeah, sure…I’m not stopping you, honestly…” you tell her with a chuckle as you put your bag over your shoulder, ready to head out.

You then follow along beside Abby as the two of you exit the establishment and make your way to wherever her car is situated. Abby opens the passenger door to let you in first before letting herself in on the other side. She then starts up her car before merging into the city’s busy roads.

The ten-minute drive flew by surprisingly fast, and before you knew it, she was now parked in front of your apartment complex. She leans in to give you a quick kiss before soon pulling away. “So, I’ll see you on Friday, then?” she asks.

You can’t help but smirk back at her, even though you were biting your lip to hide it. “I’ll see you on Friday, Anderson.” you tell her with a nod before opening the door to let yourself out.

But Abby doesn’t leave just yet. Instead, she makes sure that you get into your apartment safe and sound. Once your lights were on, that was her cue to go.

You watch from your apartment window as she drives back into the busy roads, soon disappearing from your view.

And for the first time this month, you have to admit that you’re now actually looking forward to seeing her again.

a/n: i hope you guys liked this fic!! i might make another part if this goes well?? but aside from that my next fic will be bfm!abby for those who are waiting, i promise 🤞🏼 lmk if you’d like to be tagged for when i post it!!

(also ty for 700, i love you guys 🫶🏻)

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey Raven, have you finished watching Black Butler: Public School Arc? :'D I recently finished watching the anime, It was good! I loved it! I know a lot of fans were disappointed with the different art styles/animation, but studio CloverWorks did such an amazing job! I wonder when we'll get another season, probably in another 4 years 🫠

Obviously, I couldn't help but notice the similarities between the main characters and the Twst cast. Especially that one scene where Ciel walks to the Purple House/Violet Wolf dormitory, and I instantly thought, "No way, that's basically the ramshackle Dorm!"

That being said, just for the funsies, if the Twst cast were to be students in Weston College, which dorms do you think they would be assigned to? We've got Scarlet Fox, Sapphire Owl, Green Lion, and Violet Wolf. I think it’s a fun scenario to imagine the Twst cast in Weston College lolol.

Oooh, I actually don’t watch a lot of anime (it’s hard for me to sit still for like 20 minutes straight) 😅 but it’s nice to know that people are enjoying the adaptation of the Public School arc! I have fond memories of that part, even though I no longer follow Black Butler. I blame it for the horrible realization that I find Mr. Phantomhive hot—

And yes, lots of people have pointed out the similarities between the BB Public School arc and TWST. It makes sense since Yana was the creative spearheading both; there was sure to be spillover!

xbjsvsjww442,2!funNbejw 😭 I don’t remember the houses that well, so I did a quick Google search before writing these up. (Apologies if I misinterpreted something!) This is where I would slot the 22 NRC boys:

Scarlet Fox/Red House - for students of high class and noble lineages

Malleus (prince, duh)

Riddle (counting upper middle class since Riddle’s parents are also upper middle class; therefore the wealth can be considered generational)

Kalim (rich Rich RICH)

Leona (could also toss him in Blue or Green house as a little jab at his being second in line but I’ll be yasashii to him)

Sapphire Owl/Blue House - for students who are at the top of academics

Azul (all that shady contract work and abusing loopholes takes a lot of brainpower :v)

Idia (tech geek)

Ortho (is literally an artificial intelligence android)

Ace (okay, maybe his grades suck but I’m counting his cheeky cleverness here)

Jamil (he’s not allowed to excel in TWST because of Kalim so assume he is allowed to excel in these circumstances; if not, maybe he’d be in Red House with Kalim as his attendant 😞)

Jade (pretty crafty in general; prefers to plot before acting or resorting to violence)

Green Lion/Green House - for students who excel in athletics

Jack (see: arms)

Sebek (see: Arms)

Silver (see: ARMS; could also put him in Red House but that would be a spoiler www)

Ruggie (not super strong but pretty lanky and swift; could also work in Blue House for his street smarts)

Floyd (throw fists first, ask questions later twin)

Deuce (ex-delinquent; brute forces his way though problems with his sheer stubbornness)

Violet Wolf/Purple House - for students who are accomplished in the arts

***I expanded the definition of “the arts” to include acting, cooking, music, etc. As a result, this iteration of Purple House is more… flashy… and less gloomy.***

Trey (baker)

Vil (HUGE in the entertainment sector)

Cater (influencer ✨, loves aesthetics)

Rook (he’s constantly in pursuit of beauty; see also: concealed A R M S)

Lilia (he’s… creative)

Epel (dragged along here with the rest of Pomefiore, but does have artistic skills via his apple cutting)

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima’s Mystique Party 4

Taimanin…ANKO?!!

Among the taimanin corps, each and every kunoichi was akin to snowflakes with no two ever being alike be it in their looks and personality to their skill sets. Anko Mitarashi was of course no exception to this be it her choice of uniform or most notably her high level libido which could put a porn star to shame, it’s a wonder she didn’t do it for a living. Well when she wasn't busy running errands on the clock for the corps, she was indeed showing off what God and good genetics alike had blessed her with when it came to working for the camera of Manaworld Pictures, much to the pleasure of the boss lady herself. Who had given the part time kunoichi porn star a little job she was more than happy to see to being taken care of.

Mainly locate and if the opportunity presents itself, get laid with the one they called Red Riot and really Anko could've just kissed Ms.Syx then and there. She'd not been available at the time when the Taimanin corps had made that move during the second year of Hero Course classes A and B during the post hero war period, and she'd been pouty about it ever since. She'd heard the Red Riot alone had been tapping major ass, even the Igawa sisters had gotten in on the action!! And it seemed Ms.Syx had been keeping tabs in the chivalrous himbo and was scouting him as potential talent to sign for her studio but before she even considered a casting couch interview, she wanted to assess his potential and that’s where Anko came in.

So here she was strutting about on UA with her fine sexy self turning heads and making jaws drop as she made her way on over to the Heights Alliance dorms, directions kindly provided by Ms.Midnight of course. The Rated R heroine was always only too happy to help out someone in her line of work, what with being well acquainted oth ths Taimanin corps…and so very intimately acquainted with Syx on a very personal level. Anko of course couldn’t help but relish the raging hard ina and gushing wet clams she was leaving in her wake except of course for this one little grape headed runt she had to kick away like a soccer ball. That guy just screamed keep away at all costs.

That little moment aside, Anko soon found herself standing before the door to Kirishima’s dorm room, giving it a knock as she did her best casual pose. The chivalrous hero answering only to drop his jaw at the sight of the fishnet clad bombshell before him as she flashed a predatory grin and invited herself on, ditching her trench coat to ensure he had a good view of the sway and flexing muscles of her backside. While Kirishima was distracted by the sudden onslaught of sexiness before him of course, the pornstar kunoichi worked on secretly setting her cellphone in place as she set up the streaming function to ensure Syx got a live video feed of what was about to happen. Shooting a sexy look over her shoulder at the stunned himbo as she sensually licked her lips, swivelling her hips as she made her fishnet mesh clad booty cheeks clap, giving her ass a swift slap as if she were a bitch in heat courting for a good fucking…which wasn’t that far off the mark.

At Manaworld Pictures studio grounds, to be precise the office of Syx, the violet skinned platinum haired elf looking hottie paused in her paperwork as she heard her PC ping with a notification. The smut producer checking to see it was from Anko, no doubt her signal that she was doing that scouting assignment as she clicked to accept and open the view of the stream. She could only hope it would be as good as that wild video involving Toppy Bunny and Enorma Rae, that had kept her up for nights with how ducking sexy it had been. Eyes widening and her mauve face blushing as she beheld quite the sight before that was making her so damn wet right now.

There on her monitor in full screen view was Anko in nothing but thst kinky fishnet mesh outfit of hers, on her knees as her boot cheeks jiggled while she serviced Kirishima with her mouth and tits. Her plus ultra long tongue wrapped around his big cock like a boa constrictor, eyes burning with lust as the himbo pumped and thrust his fuck hammer between those luscious boobs. The kunoichi porn star licking, kissing and sucking the tip as it hit her skilled dicksucking lips, Syx looking on with awe at kinky display. The elf like babe unable to help herself as her hands began to touch herself all over, mentally visualising herself in Anko’s place.

How Syx so badly wanted to be there, to taste that hit slab of meat the kunoichi was currently deepthroating in her lewd livestream. To feel herself getting facefucked and those no doubt strong hands groping snd touching her violet skinned body, her seat and thighs becoming soaked as she began to probe the cameltoe of her thing with her fingers. Moans filling her office as Anko began to up the ante using her mouth and tongue to get Kirishima good and riled up, the himbo groaning awhile the camera was set in a way that gave Syx a good shot and angle. That fishnet clad figure glistening with a sheen of sweat as her tires swayed and those slutty boot cheeks clapped like erotic thunder, all the while her caramel eyes gazed up at Kirishima with an intense lust that clearly said “I’m horny and I need you to fucking breed me, big boy…..”

It was no wonder then that Kirishima proceed to rip thst fishnet mesh suit to shreds and pull Anko up off of the floor and throw her down to her bed. Pounding on and mounting the taimanin pornstar much to her sensual delight as she found herself in a mating press, screaming he head passionately as the hardening stud pounded her like a jackhammer. Both his room and the speakers of Syx’s filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin as that length and girth pounded deep into her womb and those heavy nuts smacked her juicy asscheeks with intense force like a set of wrecking balls. And how she was loving every damn second of it!!

Syx wasn’t just feeling so inspired in her sexy fantasies at this very moment, rather motivated with new ideas for potential skin flicks she could make with this himbo stud as her lead. Looking on as Anko was out through the ringer by the sex machine who had infamously rocked both Toppy Bunny and Enorma Rae’s worlds in what could only be called a veritable montage worthy of being immortalised in the kama sutra. The snake taimanin kunoichi’s face a constant shift of shameless ahegao indicating how she was drowning in mind numbing ecstasy, hollering with sun dirty talk that is when she coild form a sentence. And the guy could still keep going, especially thanks to a little boost from that quirk of his, an absolute unit marathon man to say the very least.

But of course just when either she or Syx thought this couldn't get any better, Kirishima's door opened to show none other than Mina and Maya walking in on this ongoing rut marathon. Now in any sort of cliche scenario or outdated obsolete period era, catching your man in bed in the act of coitus with another woman would lead to some needless and pointless grief or drama. Not in the case of this day and age especially with the acidmaker and her shapeshifting girlfriend, especially when it came to their himbo alpha male as they grinned lewdly with pride before they began to strip and join in. Syx's fantasies increasing as she wondered how the lips and tongues of the candy duo would compare to some of her co-workers and co-stars, especially her beloved Red....funny how both she and Kirishima had crimson hair.....

When it was finally all over, Anko found herself laying atop the himbo with a smile on her face that implied she'd definitely been fucked stupid and loved each and every damn second of it. The himbo's juice soaked cock sandwiched between her spanked booty cheeks, the bedsheets stained with sweat and juices as Mina and Maya lay on either side of them. The foursome basking in the afterflow as one of the taimanin pornstar's shadow snakes secretly slithered over to her hidden phone to cut off and end the stream. Much to Syx's relief of course...

The elf woman laid in the seat of her office, a sweaty, naked mess as she panted, catching her breath as she recoveed from the orgasms she'd taken throughout her voyeuristic session. Eyeing her hand as her fingers dribbled with a spider-web like trail of her nectar, oh yeah there was no doubt this had been the horniest she'd ever been and that Anko had done her job successfully. She knew for sure she needed that sturdy himbo working for her and that had to happen as soon as possible. and she knew just the person she had to contact about making that arrangement....

Syx:*Humming to herself sensually as she looked through her rolo-dex, finding just the number she needed as she took it out and picked up her phone. Dialing the number as she waited for the call to go through, grinning as she heard it picked up.*"Kayama darling, it's been far too long. Listen, this is in regards to a particular student of yours who's caught my interest with his potential..."*As the elf babe spoke to the Rated R heroine, making plans for her future stud star, Kirishima was unaware his libido was about to get even more of a workout than it already was. But you could bet he was going to face the oncoming challenges like he would any...like a MAN!!*

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Get Glitched!!

Miko Kubota, known particularly by her gamer handle and chosen hero name Me-KO was excited to say the very least and that was still an understatement if anything. After all being here in Japan, her matriarchal homeland and one of the central meccas of gaming as the representative for Hinobi at this major convention was ideal for her, so many games to check out and try, the preview trailers, the stunning (and sexy as hell) cosplays!! It was also a chance to meet and hook up with her regular online gaming penpal Maya who had promised her a very special surprise, one the shapeshifting hottie guaranteed would rock her world about as hard as the combos and high score she herself could rack up. She hadn’t felt this hyped besides the wait for each and every new Hinobi game release or trailer drop.

It was easy enough to find the shapeshifting Jagua stunner even in a crowd of folks with quirks, as she was rocking her quirkless/casual form while rocking a kick ass and she had to say, quite sexy, Morrigan cosplay. And hot damn, she better pinch herself to see if she was dreaming because was that the alien queen Pinky with her? There was no mistaking that horned, exotic bubblegum coloured form even as she rocked her own Morrigan cosplay, seems her and Maya opted for a tandem twin act of sorts as they welcomed the Hinobi girl with a hug and some pecks to the cheek. She could gather this wasn’t the intended surprise but to think her penpal was girlfriends with the ine and only Mina Ashido was a nice little one….and quite sexy, to say the very least.

Of course Miko didn’t find herself having to wait long for the surprise as they took her along to the attached hotel playing host to the gaming convention. Navigating the labyrinth of corridors and hallways as the bombshell trio came too a stop what the glitch tech could only assume was Mina and Maya’s room, the latter using the key card to unlock the door as they stepped inside. Mina covering her eyes as they entered, no doubt to increase her anticipation before she let them go, allowing Miko to drink in the sight before them. And oh what a sight it was, she could swear her every nerve was flaring up with arousal as several switches began to flip inside her brain and her pussy quivered with, to paraphrase a certain green alien, a MIGHTY NEED to mate and breed!!

There sitting on the king sized bed was the one and only Red Riot himself, Eijiro Kirishima, naked as the day he was born with his Adonis tank frame glistening with a sheen of perspiration. A set of noise cancelling headphones and a leather strap blindfold giving him a case of twofold sensory deprivation while his oh damn fine heavy set of cock and balls laid exposed before her. The former rigid and stiff as a goddamn flagpole, coated in what was either a heavy coating of lube or, she had to guess, Mina and Maya’s saliva no doubt from these two getting him nice and worked up in the mood for a little primal loving. The shark teethed redhead enquiring if his two alpha girls were back yet as he feeling edgy at the moment, no doubt impatient from having to wait who knows how long and unaware of the newfound company his candy coloured lady loves had brought along with them.

Miko of course was, no doubt about it, feeling her bidy go into full on bitch in heat mode, her libido at the helm telling, outright hollering to get naked, mount thst slab of beef and start making hot, sweaty fuck to make some babies. Looking at Mina and Maya with an expression as if wondering if this was a dream or if they were serious as to what they were implying here but it was that this wasn’t a dream and they were being legit, they were giving her an open invite to ride their man and have him bang her brains out. Now far be it for Miko to look a Gift horse in the mouth or in this case flashing it’s big fuckhammer because she’ll be damned if she even thought twice about this as she stripped down to nothing within a a blink of an eye. Mina and Maya humming snd licking their lips in approval at the thicc gamer girl’s oh so fine thicc, juicy frame as she handed Mina her phone, showing she had a livestream function set up, seems she wanted to show off this possible once in a life time experience to some of her fellow hammer girlfriends and really like she and Maya could pass up a chance to show off their man?

Making her way in over to the chivalrous himbo, her juicy boot cheeks clapping as she squatted down to the floor, licking her lips at the cock she beheld before her. Grasping that hot slab of length and girth as she began to pump it, breathing in his raw scent before she began planting licks and kisses from the immense tip to those smooth, glorious balls no doubt loaded with his hot seed. Feeling her pussy lips gush and quiver as juices begin to dribble, making a growing puddle on the floor, Kirishima’s groans music to her ears. Which motivated and turned her on as she soon took his cock into her mouth, lips eagerly latching on as she began to suck and blow with gusto, practically deepthroating him as she felt his hips buck and thrust out of reflex.

Miko would tell you herself for certain that she’d alway rated Red Riot among her top 3 to 5 hero dudes she’d sleep with if given the chance and why not when he looked like someone out of a fighting game? Now here she was having a chance to live out her fantasy for real as she performed fellatio on his cock, taking his facefucking pelvic pumps like a champ with her eyes twinkling with skyrocketing lust. Before Miko knew it, she found a Kirishima’s hands grasping her violet lock as he hoisted up off of the floor and into his lap in quite a fitting display of his raw manly strength, straddling his waist with her luscious thighs as she pressed against his sculpted physique. Tits rubbing against those firm pecs as sh pressed her lips to his, making out with sloppy yet passionate lust being exchanged between them in a little game of spitswapping tonsil hockey.

It was clear that even with the headphones and the blindfold, the stud could tell he was currently not having either of his two alpha girls in his grasp but rather a very thicc, juicy and very down to fuck eager new playmate which he certainly didn't mind. Which Miko could tell as much given that saliva soaked cock of his sandwiched itself between the juicy bubbly twin buns of her bodacious asscheeks which were being grabbed and squeezed by those oh so deliciously firm hands of his. Purring and moaning in their liplock as she felt those aforementioned hands slap her ass like it was a bongo drum to be beat before she grasped and lined that shaft up with her gushing slit. The himbo clearly getting the ideas as he pumped his hips to meet her own lowering ones, moaning together as inch after inch of his meat sank in deep into the wet, warm embrace of Miko's pussy which became stretched and filled by that penetrating cock.

As soon as she had fully bottomed out, those heavy balls resting against her glorious ass as the pair paused to get used to the sensation of being so intimate with each other the first time, they wasted little to none in getting right down to business. The glitch-tech gamer babe raising and lowering her hips with a steady rhythm, deep moans coaxed out of her as Kirishima met her rodeo riding motions with swift, powerful pelvic thrusts. If she was to look down now, Miko knew there was no doubt she'd have quite the sizeable bulge in her stomach due to how deep reaching and filling this Plus Ultra manly cock was. That magnum dong soon increasing in its speed and intensity as Kirishima suddenly stodd up to his feet, making Miko gasp as he hooked his powerful arms around her legs, the force of his fucking making her howl and moan with erotic abandon at this sudden but very welcome display of raw sexual virility.

Now Miko was no meek fragile China Doll virgin by any stretch of the imagination, she had the secret stash of sex toys and a personal digital folder of porn to prove it and as was mentioned before, Kirishima was high on her to do list. But hot damn if this studly himbo wasn't putting her fantasies to shame because he was rocking her world like some pornographic final boss and she was loving every goddamn second of it especally with Mina and Maya watching. Every orgasm a thrilling sensation as this teddy bear of a sex god took her in any and every postion she found to be quite enjoyable from being folded in a mating press to being taken from behind doggy style until her arms and legs could no longer hold her up and she had to take it prone bone. Biting and gripping the bed sheets for dear life as that Riot stick of a cock kept pounding her sexy gamer booty like she owed him money.

Miko was loving every second of this, every orgasm on par with that lovely thrill and tingle of having your player character level up after a major grind. Her body and libido getting quite a workout, more so once that blindfold and headphones came off and Mina and MAya entered the fray for a little foursome fun. The bed rocking with a tangle of limbs and the rhythm of skin slapping on skin with a variety of 3 on one to two on one or one on one when the other two needed to recover. Suffice to say Miko really hoped whoever was watching the stream on her phone Maya had so thoughtfully set up before hand was enjoying the show, which reminded her, she definitely would need Kirishima's contact details. After all a stud like this was too damn good to be just a one off one time deal, how could her body not become addicted?!

And oh yes, Miko's gamer girlfriends were enjoying the show alright especially if the comments from VampPiggySlayer69 or Zahra were anything to go by to name a few. To say nothing of the lucky ladies who were in the rooms next door, who just so happened to be stars from Manaworld pictures doing some work on the convention floor as cosplay idols. Ears pressed to the walls or peeping through some secret viewing holes to get a load of the hot action going on as they found their fantasies getting quite some fuel. And some very lewd, kinky ideas of course.....

Syx of course found herself getting quite a few detailed calls and a few secret pictures sent by her loyal employees much to her delight. Now her desire to have Kirishima recruited into her studio's ranks increased, outdone only by her own personal desire to have that stud mount and fuck her like the modern day caveman she was. Sooner or later, he would be hers and she was going to make him quite the star. And make quite a few customers happy, had to love her female clientelle fanbase......

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Clussy Fever

Somedays when life gave you lemons, you had two options being you make lemonade or you get mad and demand to see life’s manager because who the hell did life think it was giving you lemons you didn’t even want in the first place!? It all depended on circumstances and the weird wonderful ways in which the universe worked and for Eijiro Kirishima, this was one of those days. It had all seemed simple enough, one moment he was just enjoying a little quality time with his girlfriend duo at their apartment then next thing he knows there was a knock on the door. So imagine his surprise and confusion when he went to answer it, opening it to get a shower of streamers and confetti from a clown girl who blew a party whistle and handed him a business card that read “Giggles:Party Clown for all your needs!!”

Giggles:”Good afternoon there sir, your humble party clown here to brighten your day!! Word is we got a call about someone being down with a case of clussy fever and the only treatment is for you to make some whoopee with these cushions!!”*The sexy clown girl shot him a wink and blew him a kiss, as Kirishima shot a deadpan look over his shoulder at Mina and Maya. His expression making it clear that he was wondering if they were behind the presence of Giggles here yet they were as confused and puzzled as he was. But they certainly wouldn’t seem to mind if he took advantage of this opportunity, wasn’t often you had a sexy clown come your way looking for a good time. It had to be a case of the wrong address but what the hell, right!?*

Now while it was unsure how or why they had a stripper clown sent their way but when life opens a door, it’s because opportunity knocked. Besides which it was rather funny and adorable to see their boyfriend’s reactions, he no doubt wasn’t someone who had a coulrophobia but was still confused as to how to feel about this. All the same it was clear his eyes wouldn’t take themselves off of Giggles’ tight, toned little backside especially given her outfit left very little to the imagination. As the duo took and sat him in the single seater couch, they watched and waited for the clown girl to get right down to business.

Giggles:*Taking out a stereo from…..somewhere as she placed it on the table, pressing play. A little playful circus tune playing as she made her hips do a little shimmy while giving her suspenders a quick pull and snap which made her tits bounce and jiggle. Her eyes twinkling with mischief as she looked Kirishima’s way, seems she was going to enjoy this more than one might think for a professional stripper clown girl would.*”Now then ladies and gentleman, for my first performance, a little magic trick with a disappearing act…” *That got Mina and Maya’s attention as they noticed her secretly lick her lips sensually and where her eyes wer locked intheir man’s crotch, making it clear what the target of her so called magic act was going to be and it was sure to hot and lewd…*

Well nothing ssid hot and lewd like a hot piece of clussy proceeding to make your boyfriend’s cock disappear…by deepthroating him right off the bat!! Her emerald green eyes twinkling with shameless lust and sensual pride at her stunning feat of fellatio as she practically fscefucked herself on Kirishima’s fuckhammer, her lips kissing the base and his balls. Neck swelling from now far reaching and filling his cock was. The himbo groaning as as Giggles was really working him up with that glorified oral pussy of hers, all the while any confusion or issue Mina and Maya had before went out the window due to enjoyment of the sexy live show before them. If having their alpha male bang a sexy clown girl wasn’t on their to do list before, hey when opportunity knocks, right?

Niw as to how and why Giggles wound up coming their way, it just so happens it was due to an intentional clerical error on the part of her company. She wasn’t actually meant to be at this address but management had issues with the original client that had contacted them for the hire. Enough so that they decided to spare the stripper clown the grief and misery of having to deal with this clod and opt to screw the guy over. Hey they may be a stripper clown joint but they were clowns all the same and if it’s one thing clowns were good at it, it was pranking fools.

Which was why the original client that had been looking to hire Giggles, one Minoru Mineta, answered his door to find not his much desired stripper clown. But rather instead a very terrifying clown dominatrix and her behemoth hyena quirked bodyguards who proceeded trash him around and work him like the punching sandbag at a gym. Focusing especially on punishing his cock and balls and let's just say that Dominatrix could get pretty creative with the whip and riding crop in such ways that there was no way he'd get off to this in anyway unless he was one very warped masochist. Just because they were clowns didn't mean they were stupid and that was a lesson this little grape dunce was learning the hard way.

But enough about him, back to our main himbo and how it was going with his unexpected little surprise case of Clussy fever. To say that things were getting pornographic was an understatement as Giggles was taking it fast, rough, deep and hard. It was like the woman had to have some sort of toon physics type quirk with how she was handling Kirishima's riot hammer given some of the nosies and sounds coming from her and yet somehow it added to rather than detracted from the raw, passionate primal energy on display. It was as entertaining as it was oh so damn sexy for the bubblegum duo to behold and whoever decided to send Giggles their way was definitely getting a giftbasker as a thank you.

That is after a couple more rounds and orgasms of course, their man and the porno clown were still ready and raring to keep going at it. From hooting and hollering erotically as she took a jackhammering doggy style, biting the bedsheets as her arms were used as handlebars to having her arms and legs in his strong grasp as he fucked her in a full nelson, feet planted firm on the ground as he was using her like a pocket pussy. Her facepaint make-up becoming undone by her sweat and tears of mind numbing ecstasy from the pleasure flooding her brain and nerves and really how could she not? The guy was giving her pussy, mouth and asshole a real workout that no prior clients or partners had ever managed before and he hadn't even cum enough times to count on one hand yet!!?

But of course the fun only increased once Mina and Maya decided the clown girl had enough one on one fun with their man and threw themselves into the mix. Their caressing gropes and their lips and tongue working over her already orgasm hammered body with a tandem assault that clearly showed how intimate and familiar they were with another woman's body. Making out with her as she bounced and rode her bubbly circus booty on their himbo's raging hard cock, rocking the stripper clown's world in a way she was sure to never forget. Even long after her official hiring deadline had passed, she was still there wanting more until she felt like she'd need an ice bath or to be carried out on a stretcher, no way she was leaving a cock like this unsatisfied!!

Unknown to the horny Red/Pink/Blue trio of course, Giggles' personal gear bag of tricks and toys which laid a few a few feet away from them had a hidden camera built into it. Which of course was picking up each and every single lewd, intimate detail of this wild romp which was all being transmitted somewhere. Now where exactly and to was the question to ask and the answer was none other than Syx of course. Who was once again flicking her bean as she jilled off once more to her own personal Red Riot voyeur show.

Yes as you might gather, her studio Manaworld Pictures happened to own and run Giggles' erotic party clown firm and it was her personal intervention that had seen to sending the bimbo clown girl over Kirishima's way as a sort of stealth gift to entice him in the future for personal benefits that could be offered if he decided to work for her. As well as arranging Mineta's ongoing dominatrix torment of course because how she loathed that little creep, let's just say he once crossed her in a way she would never forgive him once upon a time and when she held a grudge? Ooh how she held a grudge....But enough about that of course!!

Suffice to say the elf babe had ensured Giggles' was rewarded with a generous bonus in her paycheck agyer her secret scouting and performance in that little job. While Mineta had endure quite a few medical sessions with Recovery Girl both in terms of the physical and psychological damage, that dominatrix clown and her hyenas had really done a number on him. While Kirishima found himself puzzled by the business card Giggles had left him after her departure once she'd finished basking in the afterglow and a little snuggling of coruse. He wasn't sure how and why it bore the logo and number of Manaworld pictures but something told him..he was going to need to call it sooner or later...

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Fast Pace

requsted?: no parings: choi seungcheol x afab!reader genre: established relationship, smut warning(s): small caps r intentional (yk the drill), hair pulling, smut, cutesy bath afterwards, unprotected sex, sub!cheol, dom!reader, pet names (ma'am, honey, baby, etc), lmk if i missed anything summary: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘰, 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵... word count: 1.4k a/n: there may be a few spelling mistakes, but i got bored so i wrote this:). remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla

you were in a girl group called 'seduction' and you and seungcheol knew eachother for quite a while. you both, as the leaders of each group, decided to do a collab on stage, which meant recording songs together, and learning choreo.

you all had already recorded all of the songs (which was very chaotic for the both of you), but all you needed to do now was make up choreography, which involved partners. everyone had been assigned, and you, luckily, had been assigned withe cheol. you were quite happy, because you were told that the choreo got quite wild a little way through, so you were happy that you didn't have to do it with someone that you didn't know aswell as how you knew cheol (nothing against the others, you loved them all equally).

now it was time for solos, you and cheol were in the centre of the dance studio while your group and his sat around the outside. you two were stood, with him behind you, and you in front of him. the dance was going perfectly, and you mastered most of the moves, until it got to a certain part of the song.

it was only for a split second that you had to do it, but you had to grind against cheol. there was a small bit of space, so it wasn't like it was a sexual action, but you couldn't help but get distracted when the dance was over. the others were cheering and clapping, but cheol gazed at your body in the reflection of the mirror. his hands were placed on your hips, and he leaned down until his mouth was in line with your ear.

"remember when i was fucking pounding into you, my hands gripping your hips while you begged me to go faster?" you face flushed red, he smirked and left a light kiss below your earlobe before letting go of your hips.

a year ago, you had won an award, and cheol wanted to reward you, so he took you back to your house and fucked you on your kitchen counter. you wouldn't be able to get that image out of your head for the rest of the day now.

•❦︎•

a few hours later, it was getting dark. cheol offered to drive you home as all the others had already gone home. you took him up on the offer, and here you were, sitting in the passenger seat of his car. you were staring out of the window when you felt a hand creep up your thigh, dipping into the waistband of your jogging pants. you looked over at him, he had his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel.

he dipped his hand into your panties, gathering your wetness on his fingers before slipping them inside of you in a swift movement. you whimpered softly at the feeling. he started to curve his fingers upwards into you.

you felt yourself coming close, so you gripped his arm to signal you were close, but he removed his fingers.

"cheol!" you almost shrieked, he just shrugged and smirked as you lightly hit his arm and folded yours over yours over your chest, frowning as you turn to face out the window.

•❦︎•

you and cheol were finally back at your house, when he started kissing you. he managed to snatch your keys and as you were pinned to the door of the house, he unlocked it and swiftly opened it, walking you both inside, but keeping your mouthes connected. he pushed you up against the now closed door, kissing you deeply, but sternly.

he grabbed your hips, directing you to the couch. you stopped him and flipped you two over so he was now sat on the couch. you waste no time in climbing on his lap, cupping his face in your hands before kissing him again.

a few minutes later, you pull away.

"what was that about?" he asks, his eyes looking at you

"i wanna be on top this time" you shrug, placing your hands on his shoulders, he smirks

"okay, but can you sit on my face please? wanna taste you so bad" he pleads, looking at you with those soft honey eyes that you oh so adored, you nodded softly

"tell me if you get uncomfortable, okay?" he nods in response.

his eyes lit up as you stood up and removed your clothes, while he moved to lay back on the sofa. you place each leg either side of him before hovering above him in hesitation. he grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his mouth. this was unexpected on your behalf, so your mouth flew open when you felt his mouth suck on your clit harshly, grasping on the couch arm so tight that your knuckles turned white.

"behave yourself, cheol" you hiss through gritted teeth, trying to keep your sounds to a minumum.

"m' sorry, needed to taste your pussy ma'am" he groaned against you, sending lucious vibrations through your body

"fuck, cheol, gonna make me cum if you keep sucking on me the way you are" you moan out

"that's the plan, ma'am" he said against you, yet again, sending vibrations throughout him.

not long later, you felt yourself begin to get closer to your high, you moaned out, signalling you were close, he kept going, when you felt the band in your stomach snap, your juices spilling all over his face, he licks you clean before tapping your thigh. you shimmy downwards to take a spot on his lap again, he sits up, looking at you with his honey eyes.

"fuck, you're good at that" you panted

"am i? didn't notice from your moans" he smirked

"oh behave" you say, dipping down slightly to kiss him passionately, he made sure you could taste yourself on him when he slipped his tongue in your mouth once again.

you start to move down, he sits against the back of the sofa as you kneel down on the floor, unzipping his pants and unbuckling his belt. he lifts his hips up so you can pull his pants down. his hardened cock springs free, you lick your lips in anticipation. you look up at him through your lashes, waiting for him to give you confirmation.

he nods softly, and you slowly get to work, taking all of him in your mouth, you slowly sink onto him, hit tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. your throat contracted around him, making him groan, his hand flying to your hair, forcing you to stay where you are. you start bobbing your head, making him groan and whimper.

you smirk as his dick twitches inside of your mouth, his cum shooting down your throat. you take your mouth off of him, swallowing his seed, you open your mouth to show him, he smiles lightly.

you place yourself on his lap, grinding your hips against his momentarily.

"that was good, ma'am" he gasps

"i know baby" you coo, stroking his cheeck "want me to ride you? make you cum again?"

"please ma'am, please make me cum again, want your pussy around my dick so bad" he whines.

you nod as you sink onto him, his head moving to your chest as you sink fully onto him, muffling his moans. you moan lightly at the stretch, threading a hand through his hair to tug his head back up, kissing him momentarily.

"wanna see your face, cheollie, wanna see your face when i make you cum with my pussy" you moan out, tugging on his hair, he groaned and you smirked.

you bounced on his dick, throwing your head back as his dick hit a specific spot inside of you over and over, making you see stars.

"fuck, cheollie, gonna cum hard, want me to cum on your dick? make you cum with me? huh?" he groaned out in response

"gonna cum ma'am, gonna cum so hard inside your pussy" he whimpered

"yeah? do it baby" you moan, throwing your head back as you reach your high.

you cum all over his dick, him twitching inside of you and finishing not long later. you pant heavily, collapsing on his chest.

"did good, baby" he said softly

"yeah?" you pant out

"yeah" he agrees

cheol picks you up, pulling himself out of you and bringing you upstairs to your room.

"want me to run you a bath, honey?" he cooes, you nod weakly in resoponse, he nods and takes you to the bathroom, setting you down on the bathmat and running a hot bath for you both.

a few minutes later, the bath had been made, it was steaming hot with bubbles. you sat inbetween cheol's legs, him massaging your scalp and rubbing soft circles on your bare shoulder. you could barely keep your eyes open, they were hooded, and cheol knew. he would let you sleep for now, but he would have to wake you up later on to get something to eat and drink.

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Brooklyn Baby

Pairing: Lee Jaehyun (Hyunjae) × Female Reader

Tags: Fluff, Hyunjae is WHIPPED, They bicker- a LOT, they love each other so much, it's pathetic actually, eventual smut (duh), separate tags and warnings for smut in the smut chapter. MINORS DNI!!

For @un-love 🩷🩷

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Chapter 1

It's summer of 2024 you've just shifted your whole life to Brooklyn New York, a decision that you and your friends and family had to all collectively take, Brooklyn is expensive and people are rude sometimes but for the first time you're building your life

You love your job, not a lot of therapist can say that specially with how taxing the job can be, but you really love your job, you're one of the most loved therapist at Brooklyn's biggest hospital NewYork-Presbyterian Brooklyn Methodist Hospital (yes i googled that) and let's just say you earn enough to have an entire studio apartment to yourself, something that you've come to realize, you love.

Your job is many things but it is not a job where you have a lot of free time, it might even be busier than working at a fashion magazine like your friend Daisy does,some days she is the only reminder of your life back in your home country, and your love for kpop and a certain kpop idol- Lee Jaehyun from The Boyz.

“Miss Rose, the director wants to see you.” your thoughts were interrupted by your assistant Liz- or Elizabeth, informing you of your rather sudden meeting with the director. Now the old Jasmine would absolutely lose it over being called by the director but moving to a place like Brooklyn from India has made you indifferent to these small anxiety triggering things.

To say that you were surprised would be the understatement of the century. The director had assigned you a patient of your busy (lazy) colleague, some VIP, whose case was “of utmost importance” to the hospital, which in itself was making you angry as if one life was worth more than the other. Nonetheless, you were gonna treat this patient like any other patient.

“Hi, Mr. Eric? I am Dr. Rose. I am taking over your case as of today, as informed. Please follow me this way” you introduce yourself to a tall man with freshly dyed brunette hair with a mask. He must be some high profile person given the way he was avoiding the stares from people.

R- You can keep the mask on until you feel comfortable to talk without them, our session can happen without you having to show your face.

E- Oh that is a relief thank you doctor.

R- So tell me Eric, what do you love doing when you are the most stressed and when you have a lot of leisure time?

E- Oh I thought you’d start with asking me my sickness

R- You say sickness like it is a bad thing

E- Is it not?

R- Well being sick is not great but it is not something derogatory.

*No one is born a patient and no one stays a patient till the end*.

*(From Daily dose of Sunshine)

As far as the questions go, if you’d rather me start with discussing your diagnosis, i am happy to do so

E- No its…its okay we can do your method.

I am skipping the actual therapy part because I am neither a licensed therapist nor a psych student to be writing that.

The 3 weeks you were assigned Eric’s case you found that against your better judgment, you guys were becoming almost friends, which is to say was weird in more ways than one. You were his therapist and you did not know what he looked like. You never asked him to take off his mask. He never mentioned why he prefers to wear one. So you decided you’d start and stay away from him in the hospital corridors when you often bump into each other after his session with your colleague.

E- I know we are not supposed to be friends and all that protocol, but you have really helped me in ways i could never explain and i am not the best person when it comes to gifts but i asked my friend j and he suggested this since you like to read- i've seen all those books in your office

Your gasp was audible to not only Eric but a few staff around as he pulled out a blue box. Eric quickly pulled you aside and for the first time, took off his mask.

R- You’re THE Eric?????

E- I mean I dont really say that about myself but i think you know me? Which is even better, so you know that i can afford this and im not robbing a bank for this gift, which also is not the case cause J bought this really-

R- Wait, I WILL not accept that, and give me a minute Wow! okay.

Eric, hi, I love your music and you'd understand when i say how weird this is to know my patient is a member of the group i love

E- aww doc you’re a fan. That makes me wanna be your friend even moore

R- Yeah, we’re gonna…we’ll talk about that later.

Wait, you're Eric from TBZ, so your friend J who often drops you to your session, the one who bought this SUPER EXPENSIVE gift, is J, Jaehyun? As in, Lee Jaehyun?

E- Yup you got that right! The one and only! In Fact he is on his way up, now that you’ve seen me, we can all talk comfortably

R- Oh No… no no, NO.

E- But why? Do you not like Hyunjae? *Gasp* Are you a hyunjae antiii??

R- WHAT???? NO! I could never hate my Hyunjae! not in this lifetime for suree!!!

“Well that’s good to know, Miss Rose”

You could identify that voice in a room full of noisy people, let alone the silence of the corridor, so you had no choice but to tun around and see a curly haired masked man smiling at you. Oh this is not good for your job.

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Chapter 2 will be posted super soon!!

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Dead Air - Chapter One - Nova

“Subject: Welcome to Radiant Records! Let’s Build Something Epic!

Hey Nova,

Congrats — we’ve been vibing hard with your solo stuff, and we want you on board with Radiant Records! Your sound? Totally electric. Your energy? Next-level.

Here’s the deal: We want to help you build a band that can match that fire. Think: a crew that’s as tight and dynamic as your music — people you click with, who bring their own flavor but share your vision.

We know assembling the right band can be tricky, but don’t sweat it. We’ll back you every step of the way — from auditions to studio sessions. This is about creating something fresh, authentic, and loud enough to shake the scene.

Ready to make some noise together? Hit us back, and let’s get this show started.

Catch you soon, Casey Flinn A&R Coordinator, Radiant Records.”

Nova blinked and read the email again. What? This was wild. She must be still drunk from her pity party with Jamie, after convincing herself that no labels would ever sign her and she would be forever stuck as the struggling artist. Before she could spiral into doubt, her phone started loudly blaring the ringtone she’d assigned to Harper. 

Before Nova could speak, Harper’s calm but excited voice came through.

“Good Morning freshly-signed Superstar!”.

 Nova laughed, still in disbelief that today was real. “Uh, yeah.. Morning? Is it real?”

“100%! They’ve been watching you kill it solo! Its time to level it up. They want to build a band with you!”.

 There was a beat of silence on the line before Harper’s voice nudged,

“Hello? Nova? You still there?”

“Yes Harper, I- I’m still here. Build a band? Are you serious?! I don’t click with anyone!”

“That’s the fun- and the challenge.  It’s not about finding perfect musicians. It’s about finding people who get you. Chemistry over skill, every time.”

Nova took a deep breath, thinking it over. She didn’t know anyone who didn’t sing — just people she’d met at gigs, all aspiring singers. Finding a full band? That was going to be tough.

“Okay. Okay, before I chicken out. When do we start?”

“That’s the spirit! I have auditions lined up for this afternoon and the rest of the week!”

“Thanks Harper, Text me the details?” Nova ended the call and read the email again. 

“Guess it was real”.

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Nova found herself an hour later, sat in a musty room that smelled faintly of old cables and nervous sweat, waiting for the auditions to start. Her coffee had long gone cold beside her, untouched, forgotten. She was hunched over a battered notepad — the one Harper had handed her on the way in, all casual like "just in case inspiration hits."

Apparently, it had. Or something close to it.

Lyrics bled out in messy loops and scratched-out lines. Half a verse here, a fragmented chorus there. Her handwriting slanted harder when she was anxious — and right now, the whole page was at a damn 45-degree angle.

The quiet buzz of fluorescent lights overhead did nothing to calm her. Every now and then, a sound tech passed through the hallway, or someone coughed behind a nearby door, and she’d glance up like she was being caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

She sighed, tapping her pen against the side of the pad, eyes darting to the clock. Almost time. Strangers were about to walk through that door. People who could become her band… or people she’d awkwardly avoid eye contact with forever.

“Please let someone decent show up,” she muttered, then shook her head. “No. Let someone right show up.”

There was a difference.

After what felt like forever, Harper strolled into the space like she owned it — a nervous red-headed boy trailing behind her, clutching a guitar like it might bite him.

“Uh—hi. I’m Wes. Big fan. Of you, I mean! Not me!”

He stopped short, cheeks already turning pink. Lanky and tall, he had the look of someone who tripped over air and apologized to furniture.

Nova raised a brow, amusement flashing across her face. “Hi, Wes. I’m Nova.” She nodded toward the guitar in his hands. “That your weapon of choice?”

Wes blinked, then looked down at the instrument like he’d forgotten it was there. “What? Oh! Yeah, totally.”

He smiled — wide, genuine, the kind of smile that could disarm a crowd if he ever let it grow into confidence.

Harper stepped forward, clapping her hands once. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Wes.”

Wes fiddled nervously with the amp knobs, the soundboard, his guitar strap — everything but his nerves. A sudden screech of feedback rang through the room.

Nova and Harper both winced in sync.

“Sorry! Sorry—got it,” Wes muttered, cheeks redder than his hair as he twisted a final dial into place.

Nova gave him a soft smile, trying to ease the tension. “Play whatever you want.”

He nodded, closing his eyes as he strummed a few chords to test the sound. A moment later, he launched into a piece — something mellow, almost wistful, with clean transitions and steady rhythm.

He was good. Really good.

But as Nova listened, her smile faded just a little. It was technically strong — polished even — but there was something missing. That raw edge. That gut-punch feeling. The je ne sais quoi she was hoping would slam into her chest and say this is it.

When he finished, the final chord hanging in the air, Nova clapped politely, exchanging a look with Harper that said: close… but not quite.

“Thanks, Wes. We’ll be in touch. Harper rose, walking him out. 

Wes gave a sheepish smile, unplugging his guitar with a small nod. “Thanks for listening.”

“Thank you,” Nova said, still warm but already drifting into her thoughts as Harper escorted him out with a polite pat on the back.

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Harper smirked, nudging Nova. “Remember when you tried to teach me guitar and I just invented a new way to hit all the wrong strings?”

Nova rolled her eyes but grinned. “Yeah, and you called it Harper’s special chord. I’m still traumatized.”

Harper laughed. “That’s why you’re the musician and I’m the hype crew.”

The door had momentarily shut behind him before it creaked open again — but this time, the energy shifted.

Boots thudded confidently into the space, and in walked a person with shaggy dark curls, silver rings on nearly every finger, and a hoodie half-zipped to reveal a band tee that had definitely seen some pits. They dragged a well-worn drum pad case behind them and gave the room a once-over like they were sizing it up for a fight.

Harper’s face lit up. “Nova, meet Knox Vale. Drummer. They use they/them pronouns.”

Knox dropped their case in the corner and popped the lid. “Hey,” they said simply, but there was a weight to it — like they didn’t need to say much to own the room.

Nova arched a brow, intrigued. “Got anything you wanna show us?”

Knox shrugged, cracking their knuckles. “Not much of a talker,” they said, pulling out sticks and settling into the practice kit set up in the corner. “But I’ll make noise.”

And they did.

From the first strike, it was clear they weren’t just keeping rhythm — they were commanding it. Each hit was crisp, each fill bold without being showy. The beats had this pulsing undercurrent of control-meets-chaos, and Nova felt her chest tightening in the best way — like something in her bones had been waiting for that sound.

Harper grinned knowingly at her.

Nova blinked, stunned, then nodded once, slowly. “Okay,” she said under her breath, almost to herself.

That was it. That was the spark. Noticing Nova’s silence, Harper spoke up.

“Thankyou, Knox. We’ll be in touch” Knox just nodded, walking towards the door. After the echoing bang of the door, Nova blinked, stunned, then nodded slowly. Her chest felt tight — in that good, electrifying way. Like Knox had just plugged into something inside her she hadn’t realized was waiting to be sparked. “Okay,” she whispered, almost to herself. Harper caught her eye and winked. “See? Told you the perfect weirdos are the ones to watch.”

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AN: This is the first crack at a story I've come up with, please feel free to leave feedback and such!

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Build Up Episode 9 Recap Part 2: Flower and Guide for a Subtitle Lite Environment

Hey team! Thanks for coming back to my Build Up recap series. In the last one, I began recapping ep 9 but ran out of space for more photos. With the subtitles AWOL for this portion of the episode, I’ve been doing my best with google translate and my vague knowledge of Korean. I’ve been taking more screenshots than usual to help you connect what’s going on on-screen to the recap, so this will take up two posts (I’m only allowed to use 30 images per post). Anyway, enjoy!

I’m using this video link if you need one.

So, Jay’s team is still mid-preparation. 

Cut to -- it’s evening and the team has gone to a recording studio of the composer of their new song. 

Yes, hello, I am also Team Baekho. Thank you for asking.

The tattoo says “N’abandonnez pas” which is “Don’t give up” in French. So inspirational! I’m inspired. Are you?

Knock knock! The guys come in and say hello. This is composer Lee Beomhoon, also known as Prismfilter.

You guys, this isn’t a top tier producer. He has co-producer and arranger credits, mostly with Seventeen, but it’s not like he’s out there writing hit after hit after hit. Shinsadong Tiger or Dem Jointz he is not. They’re saying that he worked on a lot of famous songs, but it was as a producer or arranger, not as a composer, as far as I can tell. That doesn’t mean he can’t write a song, but just that he’s not as top tier as they’re making him out to be. If I’m wrong, let me know.

He asks them if they’ve listened to the song yet, they say yes, he asks what they thought of it. (Meanwhile, the crawl at the bottom of the screen is advertising a Build Up concert series in June.)  We see them hearing a clip of the song and loving the R&B style. 

Jay is happy that it’s sexy, because Jay knows how these shows works. Get those pants sparkling, lads! 

Prismfilter says the song is understated sexy, like a black rose, “rather than being too red and passionate and sexy.” A “dark sexy.” And they guys are like, ooh so cool. Bitsaeon says, “I was just talking about a black rose!” 

Bitsaeon interviews, “At that time, I was feeling euphoric. I think we can really sing this song well!” 

They’re recording with temporarily assigned parts (says the on screen caption). Bitsaeon sings a line, and Prismfilter says that’s a good part for him. Same for Seunghun. Then Prismfilter -- I’m going to call him PF -- asks Jay if he wants to adlib a bit. 

So he does, and PF says, “ah, perfect adlib.” 

Minseo is nervous because this is his first studio recording session. (I guess this team didn’t do a studio recording for the previous round…?) So how will the maknae do? 

He sings the line “It feels like I’m drunk,” and PF turns around to ask, “Have you ever really been drunk?” and Minseo says, “just once.”

PF tells him to remember the feeling, and Minseo tries again, but more “drunk” this time, then says, “it’s not working.” PF tells him to try sort of forcing the feeling -- I think, the translation is unclear -- and Minseo sort of stammers. Meanwhile, strategist Bitsaeon is lost in his thoughts. Suddenly Bit pipes up and suggests that Minseo could use a combination of “falsetto and sincerity” and PF likes that idea. 

All the hyungs have helpful ideas and Minseo seems thrilled to have such nice helpful hyungs.

Seunghun thinks it should sound kind of “loose” and recommends a review of the rap part to add dynamics to the song. 

Seunghun interviews, “In the last round, I hit rock-bottom. For this round, I’m going to write a rap for the first time to help us win.”  

He meets with a rapper called Xitsuh (서출구). Xitsuh says, “It doesn’t feel like this is your first time doing this.”

Seunghun is so proud of himself, it’s kind of adorable. Also, I love his pixelated dinosaur sweatshirt. He says that he worked on it for several days and he thinks it came out well.  

The guys meet in another unheated room to discuss. There are some mysterious pink boxes on the table. In the words of Han Solo, I have a bad feeling about this. 

Seunghun says, “This song is all ours. The sexiness that we talked about -- I think it has to look good on the outside as well.”

Jay says, “Visuals are also important for a sexy style song.”

Minseo is like, “What can we do to take care of visuals?”

Bitsaeon, Age 28, Manager Man

Bitsaeon says he has an idea -- are they curious to hear it? They’re like, just tell us, we want to know! Their acting is really over the top and I’m feeling suspicious. Bitsaeon gets out… a device. 

Oh no! It's product placement!!!!!

I’m not translating this part. They all try it and presumably talk about how great it is and how it’s making them even more handsome. 

Next meeting. Now they’re in a conference room. Seunghun is wearing his team jacket but he’s the only one. 

They’re gathered for practice when they’re suddenly given a mysterious card -- an evaluation. 

Apparently, six days before the actual performance, they gathered to record practice performances, and this is their evaluation from the other teams. 

“You can check the practice situation” “The teams conducted an interim evaluation”  

I don’t really know what the guys are saying in this part because the on-screen caption just says “Calmly evaluating the other teams’ strategies” and my Korean listening skills are waaaaaay too limited for the task. Sorry. But the gist seems to be that they have to choose high and low tiers again. 

So, what kind of evaluation did they receive? 

All three of the other teams gave them a low tier score. 

Haram says that Jay doesn’t mix with the others -- it’s like he’s just performing by himself. Suhwan agrees: “It feels like ‘Jay and the Boys’ all over again.”

Sunyoul says, “The problem is that only Jay is visible.”

Donghun says, “Bitsaeon is really good too, but he’s buried because of Jay.” 

Bitsaeon reads these comments out loud and Jay is flummoxed. He says, “Actually, we’re a team. So the feedback that people can only see me is not good.”

And that’s when the subtitles come back, mostly.   

Bitsaeon’s like, we got this. 

In the next segment, they’re meeting with a choreographer -- and it’s Monika. She’s on a dance troupe called Prowdmon with LipJ, who you might remember from Boys Planet. They’re super intimidated by her. She thinks that Flower needed choreography, and she imagines a “fatal man” who is putting on cologne and fixing his hair. 

“The sexy point is to be indifferent,” she advises.

They try dancing.

“Hawk-eyes initiated.” 

“You ruined it!” she yells. “Do it again!” 

They try again, but they’re not getting it. It’s really hard and they’re worried. So they decide to practice really, really hard. They’re pulling all nighters, which is so ill advised.

I wish people on shows like this would bear in mind that your body doesn’t work right if you don’t get enough sleep. You can’t learn if you don’t sleep. You study and study and it just falls right back out of your brain. It’s like pouring water into a sieve. Not to mention the fact that it plays hell with your mood and your physical condition, including, you know, your VOICE. If you’re in high school or college, please take care of yourself physically, ok? Plan ahead, study daily, don’t pull all nighters. <3 Thank you <3 

The judges are excited for the performance, in part because they liked the song itself. Well, yeah, being given a decent song sure helps. 

The performance begins.

Full version without reactions

My thoughts: 

You can just tell looking at a screenshot that this team is going to win. I mean, I don’t know for sure. I haven’t watched the rest of the episode and I haven’t been spoiled. But I still know. Maybe I’ll be writing a surprised reaction at the end, but I just don’t think so. This team is winning for sure. 

The song itself? I mean, it’s fine. It’s missing something, but it’s not bad or anything. IDK. It's better than the other songs, based on the snippets I heard on youtube, but it I can't get into it.

Ok, don’t get mad at me, but I didn’t love love love this. I liked it, I thought they basically did a good job, but I didn’t love it love it love it. So if you loved it and came here hoping to hear what was great about it, I’m sorry. You can skip all this.

I love how the petals never stop falling but also don't really build up on the floor. Interesting. And there are never any actually on them, like in their hair or stuck in the folds of their clothing...

A lot of the problem is the song itself, I’m sure. It’s like someone took a song like Guilty and made tea with it, and then tried to reuse the bag to make another song with it, and that song was this one.  

But the rest of the problem is that the dancing changed everything. This is supposed to be a vocal show, and full on choreo isn’t welcome here, in my opinion. 

Jay isn’t as good of a dancer as he is a singer, so his stage presence actually is diminished by the dancing. So now they solved the problem of Jay standing out too much by making him not stand out as much. But that’s not a good solution, because now you’ve kind of lost your star, and now you have four interchangeable members, instead of 1 star and 3 backups. His vocals were also slightly negatively affected, too. He did have a few really lovely ad libs toward the end, of course, but I couldn’t just relax and enjoy an amazing vocal performance like I’m used to doing whenever Jay sings. 

In fact, all four of them sounded slightly out of breath and the worst they’ve sounded the whole competition. I’m not saying they sounded bad -- just that every single one of them has sounded better in every other performance they’ve done. I come to these performances wanting awesome fucking vocals, and I just got really good vocals here. Seunghun sounded more nasal than he’s sounded in a while, and Bitsaeon sounded strained at points. 

I wish there had been more harmony. Also, I wish they’d given more lines to Minseo, too. 

And for what it’s worth, this didn’t make my pants sparkle. I guess I just can’t think of any of these guys as sexy, not even for the duration of the song. I think the concept they were trying to do -- “black rose sexy” -- was just too subtle and mature for them. I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of the kind of sexy I think they could do and basically I don’t think these guys should be doing outright mature sexy. I think they’d do best with emo concepts. Basically, think most songs by TXT and I think these guys could do that. 

But that’s just my take. If you loved it, cool! I’m glad you found something you loved and that made you happy. 

I knew the MNET edit would be absolutely slobbering and it was. I knew everyone would freak out about Seunghun touching Jay on the chin, and they did -- we had to have an instant replay. There are a few more instant replays, too.   

When they’re done, everyone goes nuts, of course.

The editors even put the rose petal filter over shots of the judges table.

The judges are judging based on how good the vocals are while they’re dancing, while I just want them to SING. 

What will their high score be? It’s a 99 from Jaehwan, who just goes ahead and does whatever he wants, whenever he wants. I think the judges were feeling bad after last week, maybe? They should -- they gave them criminally bad scores last week.

Backstage, the other guys just sort of freeze in silence. It’s going to be tough to win this week. 

All the fans cheer and scream, and -- aww, Bitseon is crying, I think. They must have been under so much stress. Poor guys. I like all these guys a lot and want them all to be successful!

Jaehwan says that he felt like he was watching an artist’s performance. That's sweet.

VCG says that Seunghun he knows how to move his body -- and he knows it, that’s why he wore that outfit. Fair! Seunghun definitely did the best with the choreo, from wha tI could see.

Baekho says that maybe it was a mistake putting them first.

And that’s about it for this performance and this segment! 

Thanks for going along with me on this ride, and again, sorry that I couldn't gush about this performance like maybe some of you were hoping I would. I still like the members of this team and hope they make it into the finals.

Ok, see you in the next one, when we see Partners be given a song that doesn't really suit them and also isn't good! whee?

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Top 10 Most Popular Guitar Pedals and Why Everyone’s Using Music Gear in 2025

Guitar pedals in 2025 are more essential than ever. Musicians are investing in gear that helps them shape their sound, build flexible setups, and perform in many different spaces. Pedals are no longer seen as side tools but as core parts of a musician’s workflow. With so many effects and features packed into compact designs, pedals are changing how music is played and produced. As the value of these tools increases, people are becoming more aware of risks. That’s why many are now including music gear insurance as part of their plan. It’s about keeping tools protected and staying focused on the craft.

Before we explore why gear culture is growing, here’s a look at the pedals leading the scene this year.

Most Popular Guitar Pedals in 2025

These are the pedals musicians are reaching for in 2025. They cover multi-effects, analog classics, loopers, and ambient tools.

1. Line 6 Helix

The Helix gives players tons of amp models, effects, and routing options in one unit. It’s built for serious setups but easy enough to control. With flexible presets and USB recording, it works great for live shows and studio sessions. Many use it as their full rig without needing extra pedals.

2. Neural DSP Quad Cortex

The Quad Cortex is all about detailed tone capture. It lets players model their amps and pedals and store them inside. The touchscreen interface feels modern and quick. It’s compact enough for travel but deep enough for pro sessions. Musicians trust it for its clean sound and fast switching options.

3. Boss RC-600 Loop Station

The RC-600 is a looping powerhouse. It has six stereo tracks, built-in rhythms, and effects. Solo players love it for live looping, but it’s also great for practice and layering ideas. The footswitches are fully assignable, which makes it easy to build your setup. It’s perfect for creators who perform alone.

4. Strymon BigSky MX

This reverb pedal delivers huge sound options. It includes detailed presets and a new processor that handles stereo setups easily. The BigSky MX works well in ambient, cinematic, or post-rock tones. The interface is clean, and players can save and scroll through settings quickly. It’s a go-to for deep reverb textures.

5. Ibanez Tube Screamer TS808

The Tube Screamer keeps its place as a top overdrive. It has a smooth mid-range boost that helps solos cut through without sounding harsh. Many use it with amps or stacked with other pedals. The TS808 version sticks to the original tone but with modern reliability. It fits on almost every pedalboard.

6. Empress ZOIA

The ZOIA is a synth, looper, and effect designer in one box. It has a grid-based interface that lets players build custom patches. People use it for weird textures, modular sounds, or full compositions. It’s a creative tool more than a standard pedal, and it rewards time spent exploring its features.

7. Electro-Harmonix Big Muff Pi

This fuzz pedal is known for its thick and gritty tone. It’s popular in rock, metal, and alternative setups. The sustain feels endless, and it can push amps hard. Newer versions keep the classic sound while offering smaller sizes and true bypass. It remains a favorite for aggressive, standout guitar sounds.

8. Walrus Audio Julia

Julia is a chorus and vibrato pedal with a wide tone range. It adds warmth, shimmer, or wavy textures to clean or distorted tones. Players love its control layout, especially the blend knob. It’s used in everything from indie to shoegaze. Julia feels modern but still keeps that classic modulation vibe.

9. Headrush Core

This pedal combines amp modeling, effects, and a touchscreen interface. It’s made for players who want everything in one unit without losing quality. The Core is compact, easy to update, and beginner-friendly. It’s growing in popularity for live gigs and home recording. Users enjoy how fast they can build full rigs.

10. EarthQuaker Devices Avalanche Run

Avalanche Run blends stereo delay and reverb in one pedal. It’s known for ambient tones, soundscapes, and creative layering. Tap tempo and expression input give it flexibility in real-time control. It’s a good fit for players who want spacey sounds without building a huge board. Many use it as a core pedal in ambient setups.

Why Everyone is Using Music Gear in 2025

More people are making music outside of traditional studios. Home recording is common, and musicians need gear that adapts to different spaces. Pedals are easy to use, portable, and offer a lot of control. They help shape tone without needing large rigs. Many of the new releases also work well with both instruments and software, which adds to their appeal.

Another reason gear is growing in use is social media. Platforms are full of demos, walkthroughs, and tone tips. Pedals are featured in short videos, live streams, and tutorials. This exposure makes them more popular among younger musicians who are learning online.

Gear also has a resale value now. People treat pedals and effects like collectibles. Limited editions and custom builds are often flipped for profit or traded in communities. This shift in value is making players think about protection. That’s where music gear insurance is gaining traction. It helps cover theft, damage, or loss, especially during gigs or travel. It’s not only for pros but also for anyone building a serious setup.

Brands are also paying more attention to design and usability. Pedals now come with better interfaces, stereo options, and preset saving. Some are even connected through mobile apps for easier control. These updates make pedals more beginner-friendly without losing the power that advanced players need.

Final Thoughts

Pedals are shaping the sound of music in 2025. The mix of smart multi-effects units, classic analog tools, and new creative designs is helping musicians get more out of every session. The rise in pedal use demonstrates the importance players place on tone, flexibility, and workflow. As setups get more valuable and complex, the need for protection becomes clear. Staying protected and focused on creating is easier when music gear insurance is part of the plan. The gear world continues to evolve, and pedals are leading that journey with sound, style, and purpose.

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