#five asks left

[slobs-of-toontown]

Kaa, you big glutton you, how would you react if a princess oh I don't know, sent two parodies of herself to film some lovely vore fun for her to watch on repeat? The gals will come by with some further instructions if this tickles your fancy

“Hmmm what a tantalizing offer. But princessssss or not, I expect to be compenssssssated for my time.” Kaa checked to see if she was close to switching back to her normal gender. As much as she liked being a larger, female snake, she couldn’t fit many clients into the back room.

[readerofthedawn]

So I have this hc that modern au!hak has way too many clothes and they're all like almost the same like he has probably 30 pairs of black skinny jeans and he gets all offended if anyone points it out so could you write an argument between reader and hak about his wardrobe? (And make it super sassy?? lol) I love you btw

Hak x Reader (Modern AU)

While you’re at Hak’s house, he asks you if you’ll go to the store with him, because he needs a new pair of jeans. Well, you guess he only owned one pair of jeans, anyway, so you understand why he needs more. However, when you ask him how he managed with only one pair of jeans this entire time, you get an earful.

“What? How could you think that I only have one pair of jeans?” he demands, seemingly angered over nothing.

“Sorry...” you half-apologize. “So what, you have two, then?”

“I have 27 pairs of jeans. How can you call yourself my friend, and not know that?” he asks, in total disbelief. Is he being serious? Hak is the one to make jokes, and act like he’s being totally serious, when he really isn’t. However, upon inspection of his features, you notice that he is, indeed, very serious.

Um... You take a second to just look him in the eye. He needs to calm down a little bit. “Sorry, they must all look the same then.”

“They don’t look the same.” Opening his drawers, he pulls out all 27 of his pairs of black jeans, laying them out for you to plainly see that they totally don’t look anything alike-- even though they do. “See? This one is ebony, while that one is obviously ink-colored.”

“Uh-huh,” you agree, not wanting to stir up trouble. They all look the same.

“These are pitch, those are charcoal colored...” Admittedly, the charcoal-colored ones were the only ones with a noticeable difference. “And the pockets are 1.23 centimeters shallower than that pair over there.” Again, you really can’t tell a difference, but these jeans must be overly important to Hak.

He continues to lecture you for an hour, six minutes, and 47 seconds (you timed him), before he finally goes through every miniscule detail of his black jeans that seriously look the exact same.

“Are you done?”

“No.”

Here we go again...

[readerofthedawn]

1st kiss with Kija please???

Kija x Reader (Modern AU)

Kija has been your groupie for quite some time, coming to every performance, even when you were just first starting out. It had been a couple of years, but he was still your number one fan. His presence at your concerts makes you feel calm, and ready to perform with all your heart.

There have been a couple of shows where Kija couldn’t attend, for whatever reason, and honestly, they just weren’t as good. But that’s in the past. Right now, you’re on stage, beginning your opening song, searching for the white-haired man in the crowd. Sure enough, your eyes don’t fail you, and you spot him, sticking out kind of like a sore thumb. But, it’s comforting in its own way.

You have gathered quite a following; people really like you, and your music. It makes you glad, since your dreams are coming true. Kija was there for you the entire time, too; you should really thank him for that one day.

Well, what better time than tonight?

With so many people around, it would be the perfect time to express your gratitude to him, as he has been your pillar of strength for the duration of your entire career.

You feel gratitude towards him, but lately you’ve been feeling really close with him, too. As in, closer than the two of you have ever been, but also as if there’s some sort of barrier between you.

Before you even realize it, the concert is over, and your fans are cheering you on. It’s intoxicating, but your heart remains strong.

“Thank you, everybody,” you speak into your microphone, doing something that your manager will most likely kill you for. It’s just unplanned, but well... the tabloids will have a field day tomorrow, if they’re that interested in you. “All of your support is so important to me, but there is one person in particular who has been helping me from the get-go,” you explain, locking eyes with Kija, who was in the second row. His face darkens to a deep red, making you laugh slightly, but you continue. “Kija, come up here, please?”

He is visibly flustered, but he makes his way to the stage, eventually standing right next to you.

“I wanted to say thank you so much for always being there for me,” you smile, looking him in the eye. Lowering the mic, you hear him mumble a you’re welcome, but he’s cut off by the kiss you place on his lips, holding the back of his neck. Cheers break out in the crowd, all of them seemingly super happy about it. When you break the kiss and look at him once again, you notice he’s visibly flustered. “Oh, sorry, Kija, was that not okay?” you ask, legitimately concerned.

That time, you’re cut off by the kiss. He kisses you back, awkwardly, shyly, grabbing for your hand nervously. You smile into the kiss, allowing your eyes to flutter closed. The cheers broke out again, but you’re just happy to be with him.

[readerofthedawn]

could you do kija and the reader arm wrestling to see whos stronger?

Kija x Reader

You’re the reigning champion of the arm wrestling tournament held in the local bar. Everything is going well, you’re defeating people without using most of your energy, which is not only an intelligent move, but also good, in case someone comes along who is a real challenge.

You take down the self-proclaimed strongest man in town in about fifteen seconds. Rotating your arm, you watch as a group of travelers come in, a rather strange-looking group. Your arm is actually starting to feel somewhat sore from all this, but the winner gets a great monetary prize, which you need. You’ll persevere.

“Welcome, friends,” you call out. “Care to join the arm wrestling tournament?” The travelers talk amongst themselves for a moment, before they all glance at one man in particular, a man with white hair.

“Kija might kill them,” one of the beefier-looking guys comments, followed by a smack by the girl. So the man’s name was Kija?

“Don’t be ridiculous, Hak. He would be careful!” the girl defends her fellow traveler and, by the sound of it, her friend. Pushing the man named Kija forward, they sit him down, claiming that they need that reward. Well, you need it too, so you aren’t about to give it up to some nobody traveler.

Placing your right elbow on the table, you open up your hand, ready to go. Although, he places his left hand on the table.

“What are you doing? You need to use your right hand,” you explain, somewhat impatient. The sooner you get your reward, the better. You have people waiting on you.

“Well, I think I should use my left hand...” he trails off.

“Nonsense. Use your right hand,” you insist.

“Very well.” Placing his right elbow on the table, you see why he wanted to use his left. What’s wrong with his hand? Why is it so large? “I can still use my left, if you wish.”

“No, I accept this challenge,” you say bravely. His friends in the background mumble something about you being braver than you look, and how they’ll tell your family what happened. That doesn’t alleviate your worries in the slightest, but you’re not one to back down from a challenge.

He beats you the minute you say go. You demand a rematch. He defeats you one second after you say go. His arm has too much strength in it, something must be magical about this man.

Thus, he wins the first place reward money, a generous sum. You still win second place, and it’s better than nothing, but you want to know more about this strange man. Running up to the group, you call out his name that you heard.

“Kija!”

[readerofthedawn]

Kija, 29? :3c

Kija x Reader

From this post.

“I thought you were dead.”

[[You guys are really requesting the angst right now omg]]

Your eyes slowly open, your vision blurred a little still. Where are you? This… isn’t your bedroom. You aren’t even indoors. How did you end up out here? After several seconds of trying to figure out where you are, you hear a voice say your name, quiet, and confused. Slowly leaning your head the other way, you see someone you vaguely recognize in this confusing reality.

“Kija…?” you ask, your voice hoarse. He rushes to your side, tears forming in his eyes, taking your hand in his. “Kija… what’s wrong? Why… are you crying?” you ask, still feeling exhausted. What had happened to you?

“I thought you were dead,” he cries softly, lifting your hand to his face, pressing his forehead against the back of your hand. His fingers slowly intertwine with yours, his face becoming flushed from crying. Despite your exhaustion, you force your eyes to stay open. Brushing several loose hairs away from his forehead, you smile slightly, hoping that he would stop crying soon. You don’t want him to be sad. You’re alive, after all.

“Kija,” you say. “I’m here… I’m alive… I’ll be with you forever, I promise.” Gently, Kija brings you into a sitting position, and wraps his arms around you, holding you closer than he had ever been bold enough to do. You suppose that after facing the risk of losing you, he decided to be a little more affectionate, even if it’s only for a moment.

“Please,” he pleads, his arms tightening around you slightly. “Do not die so soon. Perhaps one day, we can meet again in the next life, but do not leave so soon.”

“I’ll try my best,” you promise.

[readerofthedawn]

15 Yoon?

Yoon x Reader (Yoonpocalypse #2)

From this post.

“So I found this waterfall...”

Yoon gently leads you by the hand, refusing to tell you where the two of you are going no matter how much you ask him, or whine. He just keeps chuckling at you, looking at you from over his shoulder, a wonderful sparkle in his eye. You pout, but follow him nonetheless.

You’re walking up a hill when he turns to you. “It’s right at the top of the hill.” Filled with so much anticipation that you can’t help it, you let go of his hand, running towards the top of the hill. Laughing, Yoon follows behind you, catching up to you somewhat easily. As the two of you run, he takes your hand, and gives you a smile right before the two of you reach the top.

“Wow!” you gasp, in complete awe of the sight before you. The rocks are eroded in such a way that the minerals within them shine through, and with the water falling over them, it made the rocks look like rainbows. “Yoon, it’s so beautiful!” you say, turning towards him, beaming.

“I found this waterfall a while back while caring for Ik-Su. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to show it to you,” he explains. Overwhelmed with joy, you throw your arms around him, grinning from ear to ear over his sweet gesture. Running his fingers through your hair, he nuzzles you, whispering a couple of words that could have been swallowed up by the roar of the water. I love you.

[readerofthedawn]

Can I ask for 36. with Jae-ha? c:

Jae Ha x Reader

From this post.

“I wish I could hate you.”

You have known the green dragon for quite some time now, and, no matter how much he tries, his charms never seem to work on you. The two of you have gotten more into the habit of teasing each other, ruthlessly.

Every time you see him whilst out in town, you call him all manner of names, sticking your tongue out at him, and mocking him. Of course, he returns the favor, but not without a flirtatious tone.

This continues for a while; the two of you constantly making jabs at each other, but becoming closer and closer all the while. This all happens leading up to the night that Jae Ha and his fellow pirates take on Yan Kumji, leaving your stomach in knots the entire evening.

You hear that the flying pirate is shot down by an arrow, and dread fills your core. The anxiety that fills you, makes your legs shake and your heart hammer against your chest, makes everything blurry and confusing. You don’t remember a time when you cared this much for him, but, then again, you always thought of him as invincible.

When the pirates came into port and you saw that familiar head of green hair, you almost collapse out of shock, but instead run straight for him, unable to believe your own strength and perseverance. “Jae Ha!” you call to him, and the smile that comes onto his face-- weary but elated-- rocks your heart.

Then the parties begin, and Jae Ha’s usual behavior comes with them. He flirts with everyone he sees, even offering to strip for the masses, despite bleeding uncontrollably. You can only take so much of that kind of behavior, so you head off to the side, sitting by yourself. Before long, however, he joins you.

“You should cheer up. Yan Kumji is dead, Awa is safe, you have a handsome pirate as your best friend...” he lists, flattering himself more than you. You shrug, holding the pose long enough for him to see it, before he sputters out a laugh, smacking you lightly.

“I’m not sure of that last one,” you tease. Maybe you’re more than just my best friend...

“What? I’m handsome, right? Right?” he asks, somewhat desperately. Laughing, you give him a look, showing him you’re just kidding. “Heh, I wish I could hate you,” he says, before looking at you, a little dreamy-eyed. “But I’ve already fallen for you.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. True, he always flirted with you, but... it hadn’t ever meant anything, right? You feel your face go red, but you can’t stop looking at him; with the silhouettes playing across his face, he’s absolutely dazzling.

He places his hand near yours for support, leaning in closer, looking at you with so much intensity. Your fingers reach for his, and soon, they intertwine; a smile comes across his face right before his lips press against yours, ever so gently. It is much more wonderful than you could have ever expected, kissing a dragon...