#collaboration - i luvs it~

[lacefuneral]

holy shit imagine getting shing02 himself

[hobies-princealbert]

pornstar! hobie brown x pornstar! reader (part 2) | (nsfw)

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☆ pornstar! hobie brown who since you last collabarted with helped your page grow practically overnight. you started to gain more followers, and collaborations, even from creators that turned you down before. it was all so exciting, it was everything you could have ever wanted. well almost...

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that even though it the reason you're now so popular, you still felt something missing. you tried not to thing about that empty feeling you had after each shoot, cause maybe next time would be better. but it was never none of your collaborators made your head spin the way hobie did. you were lucky if you actually orgasmed, most of the time you faked most of them.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who practically lived in your mind 24/7. you wanted to hit him up again. you really did....but you didn't want to seem desperate or like you were just using him.

☆ luckily, you didn't need to sit on the though for too long, since, just like last time, pornstar! hobie brown hit you up. that same rush of excitement you felt the last time came rushing back. you didn't even wait a second to respond. crazy how a simply text from him got you more worked up that anyone has in the past couple months.

☆ and before you knew it, pornstar! hobie brown was sending you the details of your next meet up. he made sure to book the same hotel as last time, and even the same room. even though the room provided an air of familiarity, the conversation wasn't. you two didn't really talk much after y'alls first get together. but the sexual tension was definitely there.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who was kind of taken aback with how shy you still were. but he could tell by the way you leaned into him and looked in his eyes when he spoke, that you weren't scared. just shy. he couldn't help but smile when you nervously tried to go over what was to happen. honestlyhe could care less about the run over, thruth be told he was just as eager as you to start fucking each other numb.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown told you just like last time to guide him where you wanted him. and to his surprise you hopped off his lap. he was almost worried he did something wrong, but once you fell to your knees he knew where this was going.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who grew the biggest shit eating grin on his face when he saw how willing you were to take the reigns on this time. last time you couldn't even look him in the eye, but now you were lacking long stripes along his shaft. when your tongue felt strained you took to lightly sucking on his tip for a bit. once you were brave enough, you took his shaft till it touch the back of your throat. it was a tough fit, but listening to hobie's groans and moans made the sensation of drool dripped down to you chin an afterthought. "god darlin', i know you missed me but fuckin' hell. don't make me come yet you know i gotta work on you first. come 'ere. "

☆ pornstar! hobie brown was kinda surprised at how he still had to ease his length into you. last time since he didn't know if your cunt could take the stretch, but now he has to be extra careful with you this time. you were bucking your hips into him you, and whining for him to hurry, and he didn't even have the tip in yet. he had to use his body weight to hold you in place cause even when he was obviously trying to go slow, you didn't want slow.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who realized that you were desperate as hell. i mean look at you. your just mindlessly forcing your hips back to meet his. you don't care if you broke the rhythm. you couldn't stand that empty feeling whenever he pulled out even a little. "shit luv you're gonna hurt yourself. slow down fo' me won't you? i know you missed me, you don't gotta tell me that. but i don't want you to hurt yourself, ok?"

☆ pornstar! hobie brown doesn't know how long it's been since you've been this worked up. even when you collaborated with other creators, none of them felt the same. hobie was the only one that knew how to dig into your guts just the way you liked it. you knew he didn't want you to hurt yourself but god can'the just forget all that. "luv come on listen to me. calm down just a bit. sh shhh I know. it's ok baby, she's still a perfect fit don't worry. just make her relax fo' me."

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who ate you out from the back till you legs gave out. he insisted on cleaning you up. worse part was he didn't even wait till your orgasm subsided. once he felt you were close, he'd pull out, and before you knew it his tongue was forcing its way into you. even if you shook and cried from overstimulation, he'd just follow you anywhere your hips jerked.

☆ pornstar! hobie brown that made sure to get a good shot of when you finally squirted for him. he had your back flush against his chest. the only things you would hear were the muffled sounds of his voice, and the wet sound of his hand colliding with your cunt over and over again. yep, he was slapping it. his palm was so big it hit all of it each time. "com' on let it out luv. dont hold it in, make a mess. promise I'll clean you up. ooohh that's it good, good, good, just breathe baby."

☆ pornstar! hobie brown who would like last time, opened your legs to the camera. and as if to show he has successfully fucked you dumb, he gave you one last slap. this time he eased his fingers in, which he had no problem doin. slid them out, and grinned at the thick, translucent sheen that stuck to them. he wanted them to see just how much you came. "com' on let 'em see how fucked out she is. shhh baby lemme in. fuckin hell look at this. you're just perfect as always.

[explorevenus]

dirty laundry ♡ re6!leon kennedy x puppy hybrid!reader

nsfw (18+) - minors dni or i will call ur mom. and also the cops

word count: 5.1k

tags/warnings: re6!leon, stubborn/reluctant puppy reader who pretends she hates him, brief chris redfield appearance, forced proximity (kinda), leon pining for u (he wants u to call him daddy btw), hybrid heat cycle shenanigans, thigh riding, dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), no use of y/n

description: leon's had a tough time figuring out his new puppy hybrid roommate... outside of the fact that she's sweet on him, and just won't admit it. lucky for leon, he comes home from a mission to find her airing her dirty laundry.

a/n: this piece was commissioned by my beloved and adored @pupthepokemonenthusiast who is one of MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ON EARTH EVER ?!!!! and i luv yapping w them and that makes collaborating w them such a dream every time....

divider by @cafekitsune !!

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fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy ;w;

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Loose gravel crunched beneath Leon's boots, uneven pavement glittering with moisture in the streetlights. It was somewhere between raining and snowing, the wind splattering his rosy cheeks with little drops of condensation, every breath puffing out in a visible cloud, head tilted down at just the right angle to protect the lower half of his bruised face from the cold while still being able to see where he was going.

He didn't have a specific destination in mind, and truth be told, he couldn't really read most of the signage around here anyway-- it was all in Mandarin, and his Mandarin was even less reliable than his Spanish, to put it gently. But he could read what he needed to, at least, enough to find the basics like food, bathrooms, lodging, or hospitals, and more importantly, he could discern the backlit lettering above the shop two doors down; antiques and collectibles. 

That was a phrase he'd familiarized himself with in damn near every language under the sun by now. 

A bell dinged quietly overhead as he stepped into the storefront, grateful that it was even open past 9 o'clock at night. It was only one room and didn't have much space to walk around, but every available surface was stacked to the brim with knick-knacks of all shapes, colors, sizes, and price points under no apparent system of organization. Where some might be overwhelmed or put off by the volume of things to look at, Leon felt his heart skip a beat with excitement. He still had some time to kill before his transport back to the States was due to arrive, and not a single minute of it would be wasted overlooking any potential gems. 

Judging by the horrified stares he was attracting, Leon could imagine he looked fucking insane right now, clothes still splattered with wet, rotting blood and the barrel of his gun practically still smoking in his holster as he towered over a shelf in the back corner, scrutinizing a darling little plush bear in one hand and a set of hand-painted matryoshka dolls in the other like it was the hardest decision he would ever have to make. 

Ultimately, he chose not to decide at all-- money wasn't a factor, so why not buy both? If it weren't for the issue of luggage, he'd just say 'fuck it' and buy out the whole damn store. Unfortunately, helicopters tended to be quite limited in space. 

Self control was a skill Leon used to have mastered, perhaps even too well-- for a long time, every uncomfortable, unsightly, pesky little emotion was pressed down into a condensed cube to be neatly packed away in the very back corners of his brain, boxes upon boxes of dense feelings continuing to pile up and take over more and more space up there until the pressure became too much, the lid blew, and he went off the fucking handle. It wasn't something he was proud of by any means, all those long months blurred into mush through a lens of alcoholism and other reckless behaviors, but what he did try to let himself be proud of was his relative success in making it to the other side. 

That, of course, was a feat he did not accomplish without help, nor would he ever claim to. Chris Redfield was instrumental in his recovery in more ways than one, and at times, without even realizing it. He was a listening ear, a dealer of tough love, a trusted confidant...

...and the reason he had you. 

For obvious reasons, Leon had never gone out of his way to get a pet in his adult life. It just felt irresponsible with the inconsistency and uncertainty of his work situation, even with all the money in the world to spend on trainers and walkers and boarding and... whatever else, but at that point, it would feel less like a pet than an accessory, and Leon didn't have much interest in material. Never saw the need for it. Then one day Chris woke him up in the middle of the night banging on the door to his apartment with a gift he never expected.

"She's a... what?"

"A hybrid. She's a human-canine hybrid, Leon." 

Leon glanced between you and Chris with skepticism in his eyes, only to find the same look peering back at him in you. It was almost kind of funny that he'd have a hard time believing there could be such a thing as a human-canine hybrid, considering all he'd seen in his line of work, a thought that made his shoulders and his expression relax almost instantly. 

You were a real cutie, that was for sure, tucked behind Chris and staring up at Leon through your eyelashes with this grumpy little look on your face, a plush, patchwork bear clutched to your chest. The toy was equally as vibrant and colorful as your clothing, if not a bit worn with time. Your ears were long and droopy, your tail hanging low but swishing side-to-side with cautious interest, and the longer he studied you, the more he became endeared by you. 

"The B.S.A.A. rescued a group of hybrids from an illegal facility a few weeks ago, but finding accommodations for them isn't as simple as it sounds," Chris continued, resting a hand on your shoulder in an apparent move to reassure you. "Long story short, the people who were in charge of that facility aren't too happy about the acquisition, and the hybrids aren't safe at the B.S.A.A. anymore. Would you be willing to shelter her for a while?" 

The firm look in Chris' eyes-- and the fact that he just had to bring this up with you right in front of him-- made it clear he wasn't really asking. No mind, Leon would have done it anyway. It just would have been nice to have had a heads up to rectify the state of the apartment. 

"Yeah, of course," Leon nodded gently, stepping aside to allow you and Chris further into the apartment. "Make yourself at home." He caught the way your head tilted up a bit, as if you were studying the scent in the air, and he supposed it made sense that you likely were.

That was four months ago. And for the past four months, Leon quite enjoyed having you around. You were silly and playful, always bounding around the apartment with a toy clenched between your teeth or lounging in the sunny spots in front of the windows, pawing at him for belly rubs and treats and infinite tug-o-war matches. All that being said, you were equally stubborn, resisting him at every turn like magnetic repulsion, always kicking up a fuss seemingly just for the sake of it.

He wasn't sure. You were tough to read. Not only did some of your canine personality traits make you a bit forgetful and distractible at times, but you were also just terribly inconsistent with your affections, and he wasn't always sure what to make of it. All he knew was that he was determined to win you over in one way or another, and if he was going to do that, he'd have to figure you out first, and so far that was shaping up to be quite the herculean task. At least it seemed you would be here for a while. 

With the way he guarded your little treasures during the flight home, one might assume he was smuggling something, but he just couldn't stomach the thought of coming home without something to present to you. The hardened federal agent was determined to crack a smile out of you on his terms, to get you to admit what you both knew to be true. 

You had a crush on him. A big, fat, embarrassingly all-encompassing crush on him, and you rejected the idea of owning up to it so staunchly that it was turning you into a bit of a brat. That was the one thing he could read about you, and it drove you up the wall. 

He certainly wasn't judging you. It would be an absurd lie to say he didn't have a big, fat, embarrassingly all-encompassing crush on you too-- he'd be insane if he didn't. But the back and forth was far too enjoyable, and Leon was always up for a good natured challenge. 

See, self control was something Leon had worked really, really hard to regain a handle on, and when it came to his drinking and brooding, he certainly had... but when it came to you? Not by a longshot. That being said, he would rather be pouring himself into courting you than pouring himself another bourbon. That's what he used to shut up that little voice in the back of his head that questioned whether or not he was putting too much energy into this, banking too much on it. 

It was innocent, right? It's not like you were a bad influence or whatever. If anything, a lot of nights that he would have spent at the bar were instead being spent at home playing with you. Surely that had to be a net positive, especially considering you would have otherwise been getting poked and prodded at in a lab. 

Stepping back into the apartment for the first time in weeks, Leon hadn't even bothered bringing his duffel bag in with him from the car, the only thing in his arms being the wrinkled paper bag from that antique shop. His own belongings could wait. As soon as he shut and locked the door behind him, stepping out of his shoes, the first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. 

No lively music from the shows you liked to watch, no little bumps or growls from you playing toys, no quiet padding of your feet across the hardwood from you coming to see who was at the door. He glanced at his watch, finding it was only half past nine in the evening, and while you often proclaimed to abide by a healthy bedtime for yourself, you had a habit of napping all day and bouncing off the walls all night. Something was amiss.

Stepping further into the apartment to investigate the scene, Leon peered into the living room. The lights were on, the TV was off, there were a few toys strewn about the couch and the floor, but not a glimpse of the sweet puppy who left them there. Odd. Suspicious. Maybe even staged. 

His lips came together in a whistle meant to grab your attention, knowing your sharp ears would hear it from anywhere in the apartment, even if you were sleeping. When that call garnered no response, he began to wonder if you were mad at him. After all, he was supposed to return almost three days ago, and while Chris had been able to stop by and check on you when he had the time, it just wasn't the same, and you didn't do well with loneliness, and Leon knew that. 

Turning on his heel to head deeper into the apartment, he continued to find you nowhere. Not climbing the countertops in the kitchen, or playing under the dining table, or even reluctantly having a bath. As he reached the end of the short hallway, there were only two doors left to open. 

Leon tried another whistle and called out, "Hey, pup? I'm home!" 

He waited, and listened... and heard nothing. Your bedroom door was closed, and it looked like the light was on in there, judging by the subtle glow spilling out beneath it, but still, no response. 

His bedroom door, however, was cracked open. The overhead light was off but the bedside lamp was on, and his dirty laundry basket was tipped over on the floor. When he stepped forward to turn it upright again, he thought he saw the bedding shuffle out of the corner of his eye. Closer inspection of the bed brought the case of his missing puppy girl drew to a close. Your soft tail was peeking out beneath the edge of the covers, the markings and patterns in your fur being undeniably familiar to him now. 

It was perfect timing, really-- he was just about to tip over into the realm of worrying about your safety, but now he was back to just worrying you were mad at him... and he couldn't help the amused grin that tugged at his expression. 

"Is that a little puppy in daddy's bed?" He asked aloud, his tone taking on a smitten and adoring lilt. Once again, he received no response... at least not verbally. Quietly setting down that paper bag, he stood there and watched with his arms crossed as your tail fluttered to life in response to his tone, the tip silently patting the sheets in a lazy and reluctant little wag that you might have actually gotten away with, if it weren't for the fact that your tail was in plain view. 

He was initially going to try a few more times to get a response out of you, hoping to make sure you were okay and to see if you wanted to talk, but he quickly realized that wasn't going to work with you. You weren't all doom and gloom like he tended to be, you were silly, you were playful, you were fundamentally kind. A lighthearted approach wouldn't work with him, or with most of the people he dealt with on a day-to-day basis, but it would almost certainly work with you. 

"Well," Leon stretched his arms up with a dramatic groan, "Since there's no puppies in the bed..."

And then he playfully toppled over the lump in the bedding, bracing himself on his elbows so as not to actually crush you, of course, music to his ears being the muffled squeal of stubborn discontent that sounded out from beneath the covers.

"Leon!" You whined, arms squirming around beneath him in a desperate flurry of moves to find the edge of the blanket, tugging it down to free your face for some air. Soon enough your head poked out from beneath the covers and your eyes were already narrowed into unamused slits at him. 

But that wasn't really what caught his attention about the look on your face. You were panting for breath, your ears flopped back lazily and your hair an absolute mess, your skin hot to the touch and clammy with sweat. Now his eyes were narrowed at you in suspicion, because you were certainly frustrated, just... not the kind of frustrated he was anticipating, if his suspicions were found to be correct. 

"You look guilty," He commented, brow raised as he took you by the chin and tilted your head this way and that, as though in observation. "Why do you look guilty, puppy?" 

"I'm not," You were quick to defend yourself-- much too quick, in Leon's opinion-- and you stubbornly recoiled back from his hand, continuing to squirm and resist beneath him. "You're squishing me!" 

You planted the palm of your hand dead in the center of his face in an attempt to push him away, the bedding slipping further down in the process to reveal your flushed collarbones and shoulders, both of which were bare. Were you naked? In his bed? 

He took you by the wrists to pin your hands down with ease, staring down at you in scrutiny. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart," He said, tone firm, but not unkind. "You're red as a tomato." 

With a stubborn whine, your ears flattened back against your messy head in what could only be read as shame, and that certainly wasn't what he was going for at all, even with the compromising position he had you in at the moment. It was just meant to tease you, but you looked mortified, and he could only imagine why that might be. 

"Puppy," He softened, letting go of your wrists, one hand taking you by the cheek to gently caress you. "You know I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on." 

Your mouth fell open and then snapped shut again a time or two, a clear indication that you were tripping over your words in search of the right ones. Finally, you managed, "It's... I-It's hot." 

"Then why are you all bundled up, huh?"

You didn't even really need to admit it at this point, because it was clear as day what was going on here-- after all, Chris had warned him this might happen, that hybrids could have... intense reproductive cycles-- but he also wasn't going to push it if you just wanted to ride it out on your own. He wasn't an expert on this, he didn't know exactly what you needed, and he didn't want to overstep and freak you out.

That being said, the thought that you'd retreated to his bedroom, desperate to surround yourself with his belongings in his absence just to cope with being in heat, was a remarkably good one.

This time you didn't seem to have a retort, still writhing under him and trying to push him off of you, which wasn't new behavior for you, though this time he did take it upon himself to give you some space instead of continuing to mess with you. 

"Alright, alright, relax, daddy's not making fun of you--" 

"You're not my daddy," You interjected stubbornly, but just like always, the rosy, searing blush on your face betrayed how you really felt about the topic, even as you added, "Stop trying to make me call you that!" 

Leon dearly and sincerely adored you, that much was to be sure, but your hard-headedness could run him ragged sometimes, when you'd dig your heels in so hard about things that seemed so innocuous. Whether or not you should be expected to call him daddy-- which he regularly enjoyed teasing you about but would never legitimately force you to do-- didn't feel like the biggest issue at hand here. Not by a mile. 

How was he supposed to focus on that when you were just... burning up? Panting for breath and shaking and whining? Oh dear God, this wasn't good, and for as much effort as he was putting into focusing on your wellbeing, it was becoming increasingly difficult not to focus on the way his pants were beginning to feel uncomfortably cozy in the front. He brought one hand down between you to adjust himself only to find he'd unintentionally solicited a faint, but distinctly needy moan from you in the process, presumably because you'd touched you somewhere he hadn't necessarily meant to. 

"G-Go away, Leon," You insisted, eyes screwed shut as you turned your head to the side and maintained that stubborn frown he knew so well on you. "Get off of me!" 

But your tail was wagging in an absolute blur, thumping mindlessly against the damp sheets and knocking in between his knees at an intensity that was impossible to miss. Leon's eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth in an intrigued grin before finally sitting back on his haunches, still straddling you, but at least freeing your upper half. 

"Leon, quit--" 

You poor dear, you were so, so close to finishing that sentence, if only it weren't for the way Leon swung one leg between your own, driving his knee right up to the apex until you felt the muted pressure lavish your clit. Whatever you were about to say fizzled out on your tongue and instead popped out in a string of whimpers, your back arching up off the bed. The movement caused the bedding to slip down just a little bit further, confirming his suspicion that you were in fact naked, at least from the waist up.

Taking the soft globe of your breast into the palm of his hand, Leon let his thumb brush over your already pebbled nipple and asked lowly, "Oh, c'mon, pretty puppy... you're totally sure you don't want daddy's help? I think you're just being fussy..."

Your chest rumbled with a little growl, but it was more of a moan than that, and the fiery glare on your face was the perfect image of it. You were pissed, and quite frankly, it was a good look on you. Maybe even one of his favorites. Suddenly you were baring your teeth at him too, just pretending it was in the opposite way. You were such an open book to him. 

"You're being mean," Huffed the stubborn little puppy, but of course, Leon could be meaner. 

So he was. Leon snatched the covers off the bed in one quick swipe, and what was revealed to him beneath had to have been a thousand times better than anything he might have expected. You were naked, yes, but tangled between your legs was a pair of his sweatpants, undoubtedly retrieved from the depths of the overturned laundry basket, the grey cotton soaked through in patches with slick all over the crotch and thighs. 

Fucking Christ, you weren't just getting off to the thought of him, but also the scent of him, the feeling of his clothes on your skin, and presumably, an idea not unlike what he was already teasing you with; letting you rub one out on his thigh. 

Squishing your cheeks in one hand, he said firmly, "Look at me. Do you honestly feel like I'm being mean to you?" 

There was a pause while you stared at each other, your eyes searching his own skeptically. It didn't really seem he was messing with you, no, in fact he appeared like he really wanted to help you. The back and forth was fun and he enjoyed the little game you'd made out of getting to know each other, but when it came to your comfort and wellbeing, he wasn't interested in being forced to solve puzzles. You couldn't really blame him. 

"N-No," You admitted. 

"Exactly, so just... simmer down, will you?" 

This time Leon didn't give you another chance to tell him to fuck off. He scooped you up at the waist and pulled you to your knees, drawing your body close to his until you were straddling his left thigh. Eyes wide, you stared at him stiffly, like you were too afraid to move. Huffing out a breath, he rolled his eyes with a smirk and gripped your hips, tugging you down until you were finally bearing your weight on him. 

For as fast as your pointed teeth sank into your bottom lip to quiet yourself, it didn't even matter. You still let out a pleasured whine, ears flat against your head and your tail hung low, the tip swishing in a reluctant little wag that patted the outside of his knee with every other beat. 

"You're too precious for your own damn good," He grumbled, thumbs brushing soothing circles into your hips. "Y'know that, pup?"

Breaths falling short, it felt like your head was full of warm mud, teetering for balance on your neck as your upper body tipped forward to grasp at his arms. As expected, Leon caught you effortlessly, steadying you by cupping your face in his hands so he could look you right in your braindead little eyes, your noses almost touching as your tongue lolled out in lazy gasps.

It was obvious he wasn't going to get much more out of you in the way of words at this point, so it was a damn good thing you had that pretty tail knocking about. He figured all that wiggling was the closest he'd get to a literal window into your mind. 

"Go on, then," Leon smoothed your hair away from your sticky forehead, still mindful to hold you upright. His tone was low and, as always, far too sweet for you... but it was so nice, it vibrated down to the base of your spine and made you dizzier. You were just about to fulfill what he was encouraging you to do when he added wryly, "You've already made such a mess, don't get shy on me now." 

A quiet whimper stuttered from your dry throat-- you couldn't sit still anymore, he was being evil and he knew it, downright evil... and you typically would have stuck up your nose at him and brooded on it for a while, but you didn't even have the strength of mind for that at the moment. You hardly even realized you were already rocking your hips back and forth against the clothed meat of his thigh, nails threatening to snap under the pressure as they begged to sink past his shirt and into his muscles. 

It was pleasant, sure, but it wasn't nearly enough, especially not after hours and hours and hours of tossing and turning in his bed, rubbing yourself nearly numb with your fingers and your toys and his pillows and his clothes, aching for something tangible and warm to nurse the pain away. You let your forehead rest against his own for a moment to catch your breath, hoping to find the right angle, but you just weren't getting what you needed, and the frustration alone made your glassy eyes sting with the threat of tears. 

That just wouldn't do. 

"Oh, you really made a mess, didn't you, sweet girl?" Leon cooed sympathetically, shushing your delicate cries. Thumbs skimming over your burning cheeks, he asked quietly and carefully, "Why don't you let daddy lick it up, hm?" 

Your expression scrunched up in a weak pout and your empty little head bobbed up and down in an airy nod, and just as soon as you gave him that go-ahead, he was moving to make it so. You were on your back in seconds, Leon's broad hands spreading your plush thighs apart to make space for himself between them, and for as cool and composed as he was trying to appear right now, he couldn't help the low moan that made it past him just at the sight of you. 

Sure, he'd seen more than enough by now to guess that you were wet, but you weren't just wet, you were dripping all over yourself. It was all he could do to collect as much of you on his tongue as possible, groaning at the taste and dragging you closer by your hips until he was as close as he could get, the tip of his nose buried against the curls at the lowest point of your mound as he lapped you up with abandon.

You were writhing and crying, legs kicking out at the stimulation before drawing back up to dig into his shoulders and pull him further into you, into the mess of you. He'd managed to find it somehow, to become that something tangible and warm and redefine it, unraveling you from the root with a sanguine sense of desperation that was tempered by his undying commitment to treating you like you were made of glass. 

Your tail was curling up tight against the base of your spine, your chest was heaving for breath, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, and he hardly could either. 

But he also couldn't stand not to. If you had the capacity to pay attention to small details, you might have noticed his eyes were just as bleary and drunk as yours were. Leon recorded your every movement in his mind like scripture from this angle, his own hips rutting down into the bed while yours bucked into his mouth, and it was only when he found the strength to pull away for air that he found a moment to reorient himself in reality. 

His lips were puffy, rosy, and slick with you as he caught his breath, two fingers toying with your puffy, aching clit in the absence of his tongue. It was almost like muscle memory for him to reach up with his free hand and pat your belly, an affectionate hum ringing from him at the near-immediate reaction it got out of you, even in a state like this. You were squirming and arching beneath him as your quivering body fought to determine priority over the attention brought by either hand, a rather endearing dilemma to have found yourself in. 

"Oh, my poor baby," Leon preened, lavishing the inside of your right thigh with kisses. "You're so cute..." 

Unable to help himself from letting you have the best of both forms of pampering, he replaced the tips of his fingers with his tongue yet again, freeing both hands to pet your soft tummy. The movements were lazy, but sure enough, your tail was going off as fast as it could while you laid there shivering and whining and clawing at him, tumbling over the edge into release before you could come up with a way to warn him first. 

As if he would have cared anyway. A warning wouldn't have changed anything. Hell, it might have even spoiled what turned out to be a dizzying moment of unabashed indulgence for him. 

Gentle, adoring hands kneading delicately at all your favorite spots, Leon willfully deprived himself of oxygen in pursuit of every drop of your syrup as it flowed from you, knowing he would come to regret being wasteful later if this should turn out to be a one-time thing. He lost himself to the throes of hedonism for several drawn out moments until he was confident you were licked clean, until he came to again and realized you had gone completely limp in the wake of your expenditure. 

Rolling over onto his back, Leon spread out just as bonelessly across the bed as you did, the both of you a sorry sight of sweat and heat. He spent several minutes trying to find a way to break the silence. With the haze of lust wearing off a bit and clearing up space in his mind for more intelligent processes, Leon was already beginning to dread the inevitable conversation this would warrant between the two of you.

Lucky for him, that was so far outside of the realm of your current train of thought... or lack thereof. You certainly felt better, but that didn't mean your brain wasn't mud anymore. Little else mattered to your muggy, muddled mind but the here and now. 

In an unexpected move, you rolled onto your side to rest your head against his chest. The way you struggled to meet his eyes was enough for him to know you were likely still struggling to talk, or maybe you just didn't really want to, but the olive branch you'd extended demonstrated your agreeable state, which was more than he could've said for you half an hour ago. 

Shit, half an hour ago he was still hoping a couple presents from his trip would win your affections, yet here he was with the taste of you lingering on his lips, your naked body curled up to him for comfort. 

Wrapping his arm tightly around you until you were tucked up comfortably into his side, Leon rested his chin atop your head and mumbled fondly, "What am I gonna do with you, huh? Can't even sleep in my own bed after a long mission 'cause this pretty little puppy made such a big mess... I hope you know how to work the washing machine."

[pastryslutsupreme]

Just saw your requests are open! I luv your art I think it’s so cute and I was wondering if you could draw my oc Liana? (〃ω〃)

So sorry if I’m asking rlly late!!

Her and Jerry steal from 7/11 together :3

still slowly getting thru these bc my flight is delayed like a motherfucker - Jerry and Liana’s first actually paid item from 7/11 in weeks for a Sonic collaboration (which is real but I guess only in Thailand idk)

[wattpadhoehoehoe]

How many subscribers/"twitch" viewers does CHILD have?

Low-key? No damn clue the overall Ena population stuff. So instead I'm going to be giving a rough description

Child isn't well liked due to the fact that she's an ENA. So yes, she gets MANY viewers, but mostly people who are watching just to make fun of her. She has a handful of loyal fans who are dedicated to defending her in chat, probably around 40, but compared to the people who only watch to hate, that's not much...

BUT if we're talking about the legal Yuri trio au, then when she gets adopted, everything turns around.

You see, her mom's and sibling are HELLA powerful or well known people. Like. Very. A lawyer who's never lost a case, the arke, the Czar and fucking FREAK$HOW. So the SECOND they show up on her stream? People's attitudes change.

Mostly because they don't want it to come back to them though, lol.

So she ends up gaining an actual fan base, both out of fear due to potentially getting their ass kicked by one of the moms in some way and also because the drama brings more people tuning in.

Because three super influencal women in ONE ROOM? having adopted child? That's gonna spark some buzz and people are more likely to talk about it

Most likely by the end of that fiasco, child would probably have an actual milestone in fans! So depending on the actual definition (I don't use twitch) maybe around 10-100k followers? Idk lol, she just gets pretty popular

Especially if Luv decides to collaborate with her since in this au they would have met before, and the whole "Fruitygal is Luv's secret account" then they would probably get back into contact and make content together, their fanbases might mix slightly

Fugi/czar: @kaumedii

Verdict/lawyer: @tokyodriftanthem

Cesi/arke: @yxleii

Freak$how: @yukitiramisu

Luv/Fruitygal: @da1konic

[isacksteban]

Twitch Streamer Lawhan AU!!!!

@ellearts i luv ur brain for making me come up with this

About Jack:

Jack streams under the username outbacksprout (bc hes australian and is always playing cute farming games)

His streams are always chill, with cute music playing in the background.

Viewers love his warm, kinda shy and quiet voice (his tendency to get overly excited about pixelated crops or designing the perfect village.)

Jack never uses a face cam, having talked about how he's scared that people wont like him or his content if they see his face. (he feels like he's too masculine)

His fans often speculate about what he looks like, but he avoids revealing any details and they're okay with that

Jack has a set routine for his streams, always starting with a cup of tea in hand — using the same monkey mug every time — though he never shows it on camera. Fans often guess what type of tea he’s drinking based on his mood during the stream.

Jack’s overlays and emotes are nature-themed — little cartoon versions of vegetables, farm animals, and crops. His most popular emote is a blushing carrot, which fans spam whenever Jack gets flustered.

His cat, a scruffy old rescue named Rusty (drawn in his starting screen) occasionally goes crazy meowing in the background. Jack has a “Rusty Cam” set up off-stream for subscribers to watch Rusty napping or playing during downtime. Rusty is so beloved that he basically has his own fan base.

Jack is incredibly attentive to his community, often taking time at the end of streams to read messages and thank viewers personally. His kindness and humility make him feel approachable despite his growing popularity.

Though he avoids competitive games on stream, Jack has confessed to secretly playing things like Apex off-camera. “I’m terrible at it,” he admitted once, laughing nervously. “You don’t want to see me spend a whole stream embarrassing myself like that.”

Jack loves collaborating with smaller streamers, especially those who are new to Twitch. “Everyone deserves a little help getting started,” he says, often surprising them with raids or mentions during his streams.

Off-stream, Jack is a bit of a perfectionist, spending hours tweaking his overlays, planning his content, and practicing his commentary. He worries that if things aren’t perfect, he’ll let his viewers down.

Jack has never revealed his real name to his audience, but some fans have jokingly guessed it might be something like "Joe Dirt" or "Farmer Fred" based on his farming-themed persona.

About Liam:

Liam streams under the name kiwikiller (bc hes a kiwi and he plays shooting games allllllll the time)

His streams are high-energy, filled with banter, and often chaotic as he screams and cusses at people

Unlike Jack, Liam uses a face cam and has a reputation for being effortlessly attractive and having edits go viral a billion times.

Liam’s streams always open with him lousdly greeting up his chat, blasting rock or EDM music as he reads out usernames and thanks viewers.

His emotes include an upside down kiwi bird and a "rage face" that fans spam when Liam loses his cool.

Liam is known for his fast reflexes and incredible aim. Clips of him pulling off insane plays in COD or Black Ops frequently go viral, earning him a reputation as one of the best streamers in the genre.

While Liam’s content is high-energy, he’s also incredibly witty. His dry, sarcastic humor keeps fans entertained even during quieter moments in games.

Despite his chaotic persona, Liam is deeply loyal to his community. He often remembers regular viewers by name and asks them about their day, creating a personal connection that keeps people coming back.

He's often trolling his teammates by throwing flashbangs at them or sneaking up on them in-game just to scare them. His laugh — loud and contagious — is a highlight of his streams.

Outside of gaming, Liam occasionally streams workout sessions or Q&A hangouts where he chats with fans about life in New Zealand, his favorite movies, and his love for random sports like mountain biking.

Liam is surprisingly wholesome during his Red Dead Redemption streams. He’ll spend hours bonding with his horse, picking flowers, or exploring the world, which often leaves his fans joking that he’s secretly a softie who just loves screaming profanities.

During late-night streams, he sometimes opens up about his struggles with self-doubt and the challenges of being in the spotlight.

One of his most viral moments was when he accidentally knocked over his webcam mid-stream, revealing his messy desk covered in empty energy drink cans and snack wrappers. (he posted a joke apology on instagram apologizing to his mom for being messy)

Their Friends:

Liam is closest with Lance (maplemarauder) and Max (flyingdutchman)

Liam has streamed with Esteban, Lando, Charles, Pierre, and a few others as well but Lance frequents his streams the most.

Jack is closest with George (grussellsprout), and Logan (cowsprout)

Jack keeps mainly to himself but him, Esteban, and Lance all have a shared minecraft world together (they met like 10 years ago and Lance/Este are the only ones who know what he looks like)

[mercyillustrator]

Made these two new Kirby OCs of mine

1st Slide being General Stella right handed to Lady Nebula and 2nd slide being Sir Mistdew member of GSA

I’m not fully back yet but dropping my Kirby OCs now though they were mentioned from my OC ask before from my previous post from last year and such

she’s general to Lady Nebula in the Fighting Group and right hand to her also she resemble as Phoenix Knight cuz the colors and her cape almost like her wings.

Gender: Female and Male (disguised only)

Nicknames: Lady Stella, Sir Solar, Solar, Stella, Stelly, hothead

Age: Adult same age as Lady Nebula

Personality: strict, protective, loyal, humble, self disciplined, caring and determined

Species: Puffball Hybird of a Phoenix

Likes: working out, Phoenix, birds, training, flying, being warm by a warm fireplace, fighting group, spicy foods, oatmeal, helping out people, and being there for others

Dislikes: seen as being weak, nebula being sad over her girls and her sisters, sickness, not getting things together, girls getting hurt, not being able to fly/ use her phoenix abilities and injured, liars

Information about her

When she was little around Kirby age. she learns to transforming herself to be a phoenix when she files and look after everyone then years come by when she comes to Lady Nebula handing out flyers to anyone to join the fighting group during NME monster attack in her town so anyways these two are childhood besties they like go outside to catch bugs, insects, and do some girly stuff together also sometimes join group of friends while her being a tomboy

He’s a tsundere to Lady Nebula and a member of Galaxy Soldier Army

Gender: Male

Species: puffball

Age: Adult

Personality: Tsundere, frowns, calm, collective, protective, crazy when it comes to being Tsundere, and gentleman to nebula

Likes: lady nebula, brownies, chocolate, rain, beach, going to the lake, traveling, samurai, sword fighting, boxing, cooking and baking

Dislikes: flood, not knowing what to do, king dedede, NME, seeing nebula getting hurt, monsters, captured, stuttering, diet soda, sickness and headaches

Information about him: he’s a member of GSA and a sword fighter. He’s really rough and tough at fighting monsters and training hard enough to gain motivation til one day when he saw Lady Nebula visiting GSA during the meeting and sessions after my AU Nonsurat has show him the picture of her older sister Nebula pictures of them together as sisters figure. He describe her as beautiful and strong tough fighter then he gets Tsundere feeling and acted like he doesn’t like her deep down he cares and protect Lady Nebula though he stutters and wants to be her friend someday

- 💠🎨Mercy🎨💠

( SIDE NOTE: here’s the link of my Toyhouse feel free to check it out which I gotten started last week and been active on discord lately also I wanna to say Thank you so much for 102 followers it really means a lot but I’m still working on meet the artist just hang on tight luv you all and you guys are amazing :> )

[circeyoru]

HELLO!! I JUST WANNA SAY I LUV U GUYS'S KIMDOKJA!READER X JINWOO. ITS SO CREATIVE AND IT HAS ALOT OF EFFORT🫂‼️☹️ I WISH TO SEE MORE IN THE UPCOMING FUTURE!!!

(ps: I also sent one with the person u collabed with, I'm sorry, because idk if you guys are taking a break from writing on that series☹️)

Hi there, I'm happy to hear you're interested in my collaborative work with @forbidden-sunlight on Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x KDJ!Reader. To answer this, do go to their posted response, as our reply are the same. Thanks.

[gumjester]

POSITING REWRITE THINGS TO THE CROWD BECOZ U KNOW I LUV IT.. i have figured out th new heritage hall gifts for BASICALLY every single character APART FROM.. drumroll please.. hopper!!!!! gift buying for a frog.. its harder than u think. i aim for every gift to be symbolic so i would love to hear people's thoughts... what do you think hopper should get ? even silly suggestions are welcome.. this is the creative process.. the collaborative process.. if i use ur suggestion u will 100% get credit in the chapter note!!

[wingedhallows]

𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐄-𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋?

━━ ꩜ .ᐟ

♒︎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 spike x reader / 4.2k words ♒︎ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 fluff, funny banter ♒︎ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 this has been sitting in my drafts but i think i wanna just throw it out there, here u go :)

♡︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡︎

The stench of freshly turned earth makes your nose twitch. A fledgling’s grave, sloppy job. You can practically hear the bastard breathing under the soil.

“Are they always this late?” you mutter, voice like silk and venom, arms crossed over your leather corset. Spike lights a cigarette beside you, grin twitching like he’s been waiting for that exact question.

“Yeah. Slayer’s got a flair for dramatic timing, luv. Likes to roll in just as the punchin’ starts.”

You roll your eyes. The last time you waited this long for a hunt, Napoleon still had teeth.

Then—finally—voices. Footsteps. That chirpy American cadence that makes your ears bleed.

Buffy Summers arrives in a blur of blonde and sarcasm, flanked by her usual entourage: Red Witch, Book Boy, and the Tall One Who Smells Like Anxiety. Buffy halts when she sees you standing at Spike’s side, her stake twitching slightly in her grip.

“Who’s the new bloodsucker?” she asks, eyes narrowing.

Spike grins wider. “Not new, Slayer. This is Y/N. My bird.”

You offer a smile that’s all teeth. “Charmed,” you say, voice like a threat wrapped in velvet. “Spike insisted we do this the collaborative way. Personally, I find hunting more efficient without teenage commentary.”

Willow lets out a small “oh,”

Xander nudges Buffy. “She kinda sounds like if evil had a skincare routine.”

You arch a brow. “You do realize insulting ancient vampires is a quick way to test your mortality, yes?”

“Okay!” Buffy claps her hands once, fake cheerful. “Let’s hunt.”

The earth cracks beside you. The fledgling bursts through like clockwork, teeth gnashing. Spike launches forward with a delighted, “Ooooh, here we go!” and it’s a blur—him swinging a fist, you catching the vamp mid-snarl, twisting his head like a bottle cap.

Dust.

“Damn,” Buffy mutters. “Didn’t even get a hit in.”

You brush invisible ash from your jacket and look over your shoulder at her. “Yes, I do make a habit of cleaning up after younger generations.”

Spike stifles a laugh, then hooks an arm around your waist. You tolerate it because you love him, idiot that he is.

“You’re so bloody elegant when you’re condescending,” he whispers in your ear.

“I learned from the best,” you murmur back, eyes still locked on Buffy.

Buffy narrows her eyes. You narrow yours right back.

This is going to be so much fun.

Buffy’s still sizing you up like you’re a puzzle piece she doesn’t like the shape of.

“So, what—you’re Spike’s girlfriend?” she asks, voice dripping with disbelief. “Do they even make vampires that old?”

You smile sweetly. “Oh, darling. They made me before they made rules about vampires.”

Giles has just arrived—poor man, slightly out of breath, holding a crossbow and several books under one arm like he thought this would be a classroom session. He slows to a halt when he sees you, his eyes widening behind those thick glasses.

“Oh,” he says. “Dear God.”

You give him a polite nod. “Rupert. Still quoting Latin badly, I assume?”

He actually blushes. “You—you know who she is?” he says to Buffy. “That’s Y/N of Carthage. She predates the Council’s earliest records by nearly four centuries. Allegedly wiped out a monastery in Provence for mispronouncing her name.”

You sigh. “It was a spelling mistake. And they knew better.”

Xander lets out a nervous laugh. “Cool. Cool cool cool. So, Spike’s dating the Dracula version of a Bond villain.”

“Oi!” Spike protests, arm still slung around your waist. “She’s not a villain. She’s just misunderstood. Also terrifying. But like—in a sexy way.”

You elbow him lightly in the ribs. “Flatter me again and I’ll let you live.”

Willow edges closer to Buffy, whispering, “Do you think she’s evil? Like, really evil? Or like Spike-evil?”

“I don’t know,” Buffy mutters back. “But she makes Spike look like a kitten.”

You roll your eyes. “You children and your obsession with alignment. I’m not here to destroy the world. That’s so… 2003.”

Spike snorts. “Told you, she’s retired. Took up pottery for a bit. Think she got bored after the Great Fire of London.”

“I caused the Great Fire of London,” you correct.

Buffy opens her mouth to respond but a noise cuts through the cemetery—another vamp. Sloppier this time, and clearly drunk on fresh blood. Before anyone can move, it lunges for Xander.

And you’re there. In a blink.

Your hand slams into the vampire’s chest and you rip it back just as fast, clutching his heart like a spoiled fruit. The vamp dusts before it even hits the ground. You toss the heart aside and calmly brush your hands clean.

The silence that follows is thick.

Xander squeaks. “…So are we, like, on her side? Or just not on her bad side?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” you say coolly, turning on your heel. “But if I wanted any of you dead, you’d be dust before you finished your clever quip.”

You stalk off into the dark, coat billowing, heels clicking on cracked stones. Spike jogs to catch up, grinning like a schoolboy who just watched his crush set something on fire.

“That was brilliant, love,” he says. “You’ve got such presence. Terrifyin’. Hot.”

You glance at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“I put up with that Slayer and her band of fools only because you amuse me, William.”

“Aw,” he says, clasping his hands to his chest. “Romance isn’t dead after all.”

“Not yet,” you say, linking your arm through his. “But give me another hour.”

[venusvity]

2022, the year Venus finally secured the Converse and a Pepsi sponsorship. Arguably, this is the least liked year of Venus for a majority of Constellations for numerous reasons. Trying to replicate the success of Summer Luv!, the girls would release their 8th mini album, VENUS HIGH! with the title track Hi-Tops, along with a collaboration with the brand Converse.

Commercially, the song peaked at number ten on the Gaon Digital Chart and topped the Billboard K-pop Hot 100, their first number-one song on the chart. Following the release of Venus High!, Venus promoted the song with live performances on several South Korean music television programs and amassed six music show trophies. They also held a concert by Converse, which sold out in seven minutes.

VENUS' collection with Converse. Each girl got to desgin their own shoe. The collection sold out in 15 minutes.

Venus would come back with their fourth full album, their last project with beloved creative director LEXA. Love, Venus would feature the title track, "So Sweet," along with eleven other tracks.

"So Sweet" won eight first-place music program awards in South Korea, including a triple crown (three awards) on Inkigayo. It also won a Melon Weekly Popularity Award.

"So Sweet" debuted at number one on South Korea's Circle Digital Chart. It remained atop the chart for thirteen weeks, becoming the longest-running number-one song in its history. The song debuted number one on the Billboard Vietnam Hot 100 chart issue. It topped the chart for three consecutive weeks. In Japan, the song peaked at number 12 on the Billboard Japan Hot 100 and number 13 on the Oricon Combined Singles Chart.

The music video would feature heavy Pepsi product placement but is still beloved by fans as it's the last video directed by LEXA. Lexa would make a lengthy Instagram post announcing their departure from Angelico and Venus' creative director, leaving fans and the girls concerned in what direction they would go in next.

LEXA'S DEPARTURE LETTER: it only feels right to share my favorite moments with my favorite girls, though there are plenty more. if i could post 100 images on this post i would lol. as of today, i have officially stepped down as the creative director of venus. these five girls are so special, talented, and overall wonderful visionaries i wish had more freedom over their careers. i do not wish to get sued so i won't say much, but i hope you all can use critical thinking skills as to why i've decided to leave angelico. i wish yoonah, bliss, chloe, sena, and jiah nothing but so much love and well wishes for the best. I'll always have so much love for my five favorite stars in the sky 🌟 until next time, venus! ❤️

The girls would take a short break, something unheard of in their career, to regroup and find a new creative director. In comes Adrian Reyes. Adrian would take over as not only their creative director but producer and marketing manager, ushering Venus into their most controversial era.

??? would be the ninth mini album by Venus with the title track GOTCHA. The ??? era would be defined by the marketing used to prepare for the era. Posters were posted around the world about the "missing sister of Venus" with four girls on the poster. Billboards asking, "Have you seen our moon?" would be put up around LA, Seoul, Busan, Tokyo, Shanghai, and various other cities featuring the four members Sena, Baebi, Jiah, and Bliss, but no Chloe. This led fans to believe she wasn't going to be included in the comeback until a thirty concept film, "Why Venus Has No Moons: ???" It was posted to their YouTube channel.

Venus was finally getting lore, and fans were...very mixed about it!

Stills from "Why Venus Has No Moons: ???" directed by Adrian Reyes.

The album would come, and the title track, GOTCHA, would cause a mass debate on Twitter on whether the song was good or not. The debate still goes on to this day. "GOTCHA" won 10 first-place music program awards, including a triple crown on M Countdown.

In South Korea, the song debuted at number 17 on the Gaon Digital Chart for the issue dated and peaked at number 5 in its second week. It also debuted at number 1 both on the component Download Chart and on the component BGM Chart.  In the United States, the song debuted at number 5 on the Billboard World Digital Song Sales chart. It also debuted at number 37 on the Billboard Global 200 and 29 on the Billboard Global Excl. US during the same week.

Venus would win Artist of the Year and Best Female Group at the 2022 MAMA Awards.

[prairieenyasblog]

SURPRISE!! I drew the cover art for Vyzer and 6arelyhuman's collaboration single "LUV ME" out now!! Go listen to it!!! > <

[emilyscartoons]

✨Well well well, one year since my book was published!!✨ 

I don’t talk about it a lot cos once a project is done, I kind of move on and forget about it. But that’s silly of me, as I’m supposed to be telling you all about how it’s very much out there and available online and in bookshops - it’s about a tech billionaire who tries to take over the world, and it contains as many jokes as I could humanly stuff into 400 pages. I’m really proud of it and if you enjoy my work on here at all, I would LOVE it you read it! 

It was really hard - took me all of 2020 and 2021, all of age 29 and age 30. I really enjoyed the first few months when I was coming up with the ideas, and also the last 2 days of it, when I knew it was nearly done. I remember thinking “Ooh, how idyllic! Look at me, drawing my comic book! What a life!”

Much has changed for me since. I fell in love a couple of times, including with the nation of Brazil. I got really sick and lost half my hair. Went to Comic Con and felt like a princess. Moved to Lisbon. Started yoga. Spent a lot of money, enjoyed it, then worried about it. After the worst birthday of my life (30, high lockdown) I had the greatest birthday of my life (32, Berlin). Read four 900-page books, spent longer scrolling. Published some comics I’m really proud of. Decided to try to be more honest.

Thanks again and massive respect to my brilliant collaborators and pals Paul Martinovic and Nicola Barr who contributed so much to this project, as well as Picador and Dark Horse Comics 🙏 and thanks to the ledge Lucy Mattot for the photo.

That’s it! Felt like making a fuss and giving you all an update, in case you’re interested. Please buy my funny book ❤️❤️❤️ luv you ❤️❤️❤️

[superums]

rock-star! hobie x super-star! reader headcannons

ooc!hobie (maybe). gn!reader. mentions of girlfriend one time but that it. black coded!reader but its not heavy or anything. reader was supposed to be a rapper but i like the idea of a super star instead. i wanted to make the reader like sexyy red that didn't happen. theres a suggestive part. idk how to write his accent

color coded text: hobie , you

you guys are more alike than you think. touring, getting into fights, sometimes your music topics intersect beating people down, stealing peoples partners, rebelling against the system in some way, shape or form.

but where you're different is how you market yourselfs. hobies band is more about being loud about the hate for conforming and the system. they're vocal about political issues, they almost get banned from tv multiple times for broadcasting ideas that the man doesn't like.

you on the other hand, are seen as the super star of your generation. you rap, sing dance—you're the real deal. your music is very diverse depending on what you want to go for; you could sing the most heart wrenching songs about one sided love and the next track you could be rapping about getting white girl wasted and getting ████ed in the ████ in the car before an award show (which may or may not have happened).

anyways! you two keep your relationship as private as you can. you don't really talk about each other in interviews, you have a couple songs about each other but it's not really a common thing.

theres a lot of paparazzi pics of you two together though. theres pics of you and hobie walking out of after parties together, hanging with his friends, coming back from the grocery store and many, many photos of you two hugging and kissing.

hobie has like this sixth sense that makes him always find the camera so sometimes theres pictures of him grabbing as much of your ass as he can while smirking at the camera man thats walking behind you (which you didn't know whats there btw)

and every single times he dose that theres always a second picture of you hitting the back of his head or grabbing his ear.

*click* *click* *click* "stop doing that!" your face was getting hotter from embarrassment as you turned the corner faster trying to get away from the camera man. hobie could only smirk as he caught up to you easily, putting his hand on your shoulders before pulling you closer.

bringing one of his hands to your waist as the other snaked from your shoulder to your chest. "c'mon luv, you know i can't resist..." his breath hitting your ear as he leaned in to smell your neck before being cut off by a hit to his chest. you could practically hear his smirk as he pushed your hips back into his.

your stomach started to naught as you felt it on your behind. you closed your eyes almost forgetting the situation. *click* *clock* *click* your eyes snapped open as your hear the camera man behind you.

"oh hush you just think you're funny." hobie couldn't even hold back his laugh as he watched you walk in front of him with your arms crossed. "well it is! n' don't act like you don't like it."

if you're shy & bashful he would love to embarrass you but not in a ddg/halle bailey way but in a "omgggg stop guys🙈" kind of way like why is he parading around in a 'i 🩷 my gf' shirt and making out with you on national television

hobie dose not think it's right to be controlling over his partners nor dose he believe that you should be subservient to him—now with that being said he feels sick to his stomach when you collaborate with certain artists.

you had a song about partying in the club and your male feature was talking about fucking on you he couldn't even bring himself to post the song on a ig story. he actually fell to his knees !!!

speaking of feeling sick! if you ever twerk on someone just for a performance or have to grind on someone during a dance he doesn't get super angry or whatever but in the inside he's like 'im abt to kms'. he's very dramatic!!

he hates when people try to put you in the role of just being his partner and nothing else—he will literally sit there and argue with someone if they ever try to sit there and say you're nothing but a pretty face.

he feels a certain way if you ever get uber rich. he knows thats most if not all artist want to live comfortably and he understands that you aren't the corrupt system that exploits others, hell you're getting exploited in some way.

BUT if you ever have a million dollars his would would feel a little VERY unsettled. he'd probably break up with you lol he wouldn't want to sound like a hater but he'd try to be like "heyyy how about we donate some money to a shelter or something🙈🫶🏿💗❓"

but if you're dating him he won't have to worry about that because you have to be at least a little political (and he'd have to agree with your views)

you might not be an anarchist, you don't even have to classify yourself with one political party but you have to at least be anti-capitalist, anti-establishment and pro-black.

speaking of politics he gets arrested all the time for protesting and you'll have to get used to that. like every few weeks you will have to pic him up from jail because he was arrested for conspiracy to riot or something on the lines of that.

IF you two ever collab you'll have to find a middle ground because he cannot sing (that is cannon!) and you should never try to get him too unless you want your engineer to be slaving away trying to get him to sound listenable.

he's lowkey your arm candy and he doesn't mind it at all. like if you get invited to the grammies or something he'll always come with you (his group will most likely never get nominated bc of the topics they like to talk about.) but he's never wearing a suit he just likes to dress like this:

in return you'll probably have to dress in a lot of black id you want to match or don't... he'll be like your statement piece for the night

if he's with you when you get your first award he'll literally pic you up and jump up and down with you for a few seconds before letting you go

if you normally win at award shows he just kisses you for a few seconds before letting go up to accept it

either way doesn't like to go up on stage with you hen you accept awards because he feels like he takes away from your moment but he dose walk you off and on stage. the only way he'll ho up on stage with you is if you're like crying really heavy then.

his band mates probably thought you were gonna be the hit it & quit it type because usually punks and non-punks don't last long but they were a little surprised when 1) you two lasted long and 2) you agreed with their views despite being industry.

sum sum sum idk how to end this

[papamoldy]

Okay so I know I said I would draw the pubert lore but I think you guys may prefer writing BUT ITS LORE SO IM KEEPING MY PROMISE.

So here’s the beginning of the story I supposeeee

BASICALLY there was a massive robots vs human war going on and at the time a big charity company collaborated with windows to create the one and only VUBERT!!! He was created as a sort of symbol of peace showing that humans and robots can create things together! Then they realized “well he needs someone to look after him since he’s a bit of an adventurer” so they assigned the gorgeous OPAL to do the job.

Honestly at first it was a bit tense because Vubert was like “I’m a grown ass adult why would I need a caretaker” but over time they fell in luv….ooo lala 😍😍🥰🥰😘😘😘

So naturally over time Vubert became smitten and then craved a family with Opal…but unfortunately that wasn’t in the cards for them.,,.until he decided to encourage windows to create another one of him!

And then….she was born.,,and he got drafted.,.and…the war…

[puppetboysx3]

South Park Games (Info Post)

this is a blog post about the official South park games , this will include some general info on the games , plus where you can play/buy them , some of these are not games you can play on their original platform so ill include emulators for what I can

South park ( December 21, 1998 ) 

Developed by Iguana Entertainment/Appaloosa Interactive

Published by Acclaim Entertainment

Distributed by Comedy Central 

came out for Nintendo 64 in 1998 

came out for Windows and PlayStation in 1999

first-person shooter , it has both a single player and multiplayer mode 

 N64 emulator 

 PlayStation emulator

South park : Chef's Luv Shack  (October 12, 1999)

Developed by Acclaim Studios AustinPublished by Acclaim EntertainmentDistributed by Comedy Central

came out for N64 , Dreamcast , PlayStation , and Windows in 1999 

Game show style party game 

N64 emulator

PlayStation emulator

South Park Rally (January 5 , 2000)

Developed by Tantalus Interactive

Published by Acclaim Entertainment

Distributed by Comedy Central 

came out for N64 , Dreamcast , PlayStation and windows in 2000 

Simple Racing game 

N64 emulator

PlayStation emulator

 South park Lets go Tower Defense Play (October 7 , 2009) 

Developed by Doublesix, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios and Xbox Live Productions

Published by Xbox Game Studios

came out only for the Xbox Live Arcade which was a service on Xbox 360

Tower Defense game 

very little info of this game exists online 

South park : Tenorman's Revenge (March 30 , 2012) 

 Developed by Other Ocean Interactive, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios

 Published by Xbox Game Studios 

came out for Xbox Live Arcade 

Platformer 

South park : The Stick of Truth (March 4 , 2014) 

Developed by Obsidian Entertainment, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios

Publishing rights purchased by Ubisoft due to THQ filing for bankruptcy, resulting in the game's release being delayed 

Came out for Windows , Playstation 3 , Xbox 360 in 2014

came out for Nintendo switch, Playstation 4, Xbox one in 2018

South park : The Fractured But Whole( October 17 , 2017 ) 

 Developed by Ubisoft San Francisco, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios, Ubisoft Osaka, Massive Entertainment, Ubisoft Annecy, Ubisoft Reflections, Blue Byte, and Ubisoft Quebec. 

came out for Microsoft Windows, PlayStation 4, Xbox One in 2017 . came out for Nintendo Switch in 2018

South park : Phone Destroyer (November 9 , 2017) 

Developed by Ubisoft RedLynx, in collaboration with Ubisoft Pune and South Park Digital Studios 

Came out for IOS and Android in 2017 

South park : Snow Day (March 26 ,2024) 

Developed by Question, published by THQ Nordic, in collaboration with South Park Digital Studios 

Comes out for Microsoft Windows, Nintendo Switch , PlayStation 5, Xbox Series X/S 

and an honorable mention to

South park : pinball (1999?)

this is an add-on/DLC to PinballFX 2 & Zen Pinball 2 . also made into a stand only phone game during somewhere around 2014 but was removed due to legal issues