#dk hood

[diorkyeom]

guys im literrlly on thelflooor sobbing whyy are they actually doing all of thisfor ME

#SOBBING MY EYES OUUTTTTTT I CSNT FBDLIEVE THIS #LOOK AT THEM??!!!?!?????? #HAVE TIU EVER SEEN TWO PEIOLE WHO ARE MORE WILLINGLY BOUFRIENDS CODED THAN THEH ARE #BLESS YOULEE SEOKMIN THABK YOU TJANK YOU OH HOOD LORD #WHY ARE THEY SO INLO VECLDED IM GEJUIENLT CRHIFNG ON TJE FLOOR RN #leiz talks ; #seventeen #svt #seoksoo #joshua #dokyeom #dk #joshua hong #svt dokyeom #svt joshua #photos

[mallohollow]

Your artstyle is amazing, love your drawings!!

really..? thank you..

#sorry... #my state hasn't been hood and i dk how to respond to compliments

[reyislikesotired]

maybe its the sleep deprivation but like-

klee: look brother albedo! theyre bat people!

albedo: klee, its not polite to point at people

klee: is there a place where klee can go fish blasting mr batman? *gasp* wait would u look to join klee to fish blast?!

robin: what is this fish blasting?

red robin: i think im a bit scared to find out

red hood: aw but shes such a cute kid *kneels in front of klee* how do we go fish blasting?

klee, with manic delight and pulling out a humpty dumpty: with this!

albedo, prepared to make shields: klee, dont set off bombs near people

nightwing, choking on his saliva: BOMBS?!

red hood, taking off his helmet and wiping fake tears: they grow up so fast

robin: you literally did not know of her existence till 30 minutes ago

batman: what am i even here for

#batman #nightwing #red hood #red robin #dc robin #robin #dc comics #i actually dk much about dcu other than what i read in fanfics shrugs #but i think i get the gist #genshin au #genshin impact #genshin #albedo #klee #genshin klee #watch me wordvomit aus from my head like no ones business #this was in my drafts #i dont remember writing this #if used for smth pls tag me i would love to see the mayhem

[prekrasnoe-mngnovenie]

Kitchen - Pantry With a farmhouse sink, shaker cabinets, blue cabinets, granite countertops, beige backsplash, shiplap backsplash, stainless steel appliances, a peninsula, and multicolored countertops, this large cottage l-shaped vinyl floor and brown floor kitchen pantry image.

#da-dk pantry cabinets #vinyl plank flooring #range hoods #blue #kitchen #wine refrigerator

[zarntrios]

I'm a big dumb idiot and haven't posted about my new winter cape so here it is!!!!!!

I saw a post on Reddit of someone's version of Vogue V9288 and I just had to have my own. It's so gorgeous!!!!!

I did a fair bit of modifying to the pattern to make it better for winter. Here's a quick list:

-removed bottom button from each side for better movement

-added lining and lower facing

-added three welt pockets

-added capelet and capelet facing (bless u Eileen this is a normal person tribute to u)

-miscellaneously applied wax that I haven't melted yet because I'm stupid and tired

It's made of cotton canvas and lined with cotton sateen so it's pretty snug, but removing the bottom buttons didn't help a whole lot for movement just because it's a very heavy cape.

I used a bit over 7 metres of fabric for it. Some of it has gone towards a detachable hood that still needs buttonholes sewn into it. I figured they'd be sturdier than push-on snaps. There was so much fabric I had to lay it on the floor but it still bunched up, you can see Luna giving herself a bath.

Here she is, sitting on the hood I mentioned before. I lay out my pyjamas on my bed specifically for her to sit and lay on and she does this! She's cute tho so I'll let her slide.

I initially planned to wax the cape but I'm having second thoughts about it. It's a LOT of work and an even larger amount of wax. It's a very thick canvas so it still might be ok for rain, or I could just Scotchgard it. Maybe.

Cheers for reading. See u next post in about three hundred thousand years.

#wear capes to get bitches #zam's crafting stuff #it got suuuuuuper thick around whwre the capelet attaches at the veru frobt #it was very difficult to see thay and i ended up having to hand sew the inner collar #when i add the hood and decide on my method of weatherproofing ill dk an update post #also if anyone has questions about how i made the capelet fit perfectly on top i can show the patterns i made #sewing

[zzleeper]

Good

Jason Todd x Nurse!Reader

MAJOR hurt/comfort

authors note: tbh i do not put as much effort as i should when i write these fics so pls forgive any errors. ty to the internet for providing me with tutorials on how to heal burns :)

ALSO this happens after the end of under the red hood. if you dk what happens basically the building everyone is in explodes and jason is probably incredibly emotionally vulnerable

CW: wounds and burns

words: 2227 . playlist/vibes

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There’s the squeak of your window opening, and despite the fact you know it’s Red Hood, you pick up the baseball bat you keep beside your nightstand. 

You had met Red Hood at a side job of yours. As a nurse in Gotham with dogshit pay, sometimes you’ve got to have some more questionable sources of income. You were stitching up some criminal who’d been beaten to half a pulp by Batman in the back of some sketchy club/drug dealing front, and he had caught your eye. Later, you realized he was probably there to fuck with the guys in the area once the men you were patching up started muttering about “The Red Hood” like if they spoke too loud he was going to hear them.

He’d played into your advances, flirting back with as much enthusiasm as you had arrived with. It was flattering having such a fine-ass man show interest in you. It didn’t matter how genuine it was since he had proven how good a lay he could be a week after that when you two had found each other again at another base of operations for another gang.

Every other time he always found you. He probably knew where you lived before you brought him back to your apartment. And he never took the mask off. It was a little weird, how attached to it he was, but it’s Gotham, and you’re fucking with a criminal. You’re lucky that, as far as you can tell, he’s not an escapee from Arkham. He didn’t touch the mask, and you didn’t say anything. Maybe he was super disfigured or something. You didn’t care; he looked good and fucked good, so nothing could’ve been that bad.

Red Hood always left before you’d even fallen asleep. The post-orgasm haze was enjoyable until he untangled himself from you and left without saying goodbye. It was always a silent affair every time he left. He was so committed to leaving that he refused to stay the night during a thunderstorm, deciding to brave thunder and rain instead of sleeping in the same bed with you

It didn’t hurt, but it was a little disappointing. You had never defined your relationship with Red Hood, but you knew he wasn’t interested in anything but sex. You were, though. The dull ache in your chest every time he left was nothing unexpected; catching feelings, or at least thinking you are, is a natural progression of fucking someone once every week or two. It’s a pattern you’ve found forming every time you’ve tried to have a no-strings-attached sort of relationship, even if you haven’t even seen his face before.

Creeping out of your room with socked feet, you shuffle toward your window and flick the light on.

Your bat clatters to the ground, and you can see Red Hood flinch slightly.

“Oh my god, what the fuck happened?” You gasp in shock at the state of the man who’s just broken into your apartment. Red Hood is beaten and bloody and clutching his side. You can see blood oozing out from the gaps between his fingers, but that might just be from how burned his hand is. His mask is just gone. But he’s still wearing a domino mask over his eyes. Bruises bloom everywhere on his face; his eyebrow is sluggishly bleeding into his eye, which is puffing up under the mask. He’s leaning against the wall beside your window, looking more like he collapsed. 

He groans quietly in response as you rush over to him, collapsing on your knees next to him, “Got in an–” He coughs quietly, that’s not good, “An explosion.”

You want to suggest a hospital, but you know that he would immediately refuse and–if he could walk–probably just leave. Talking to Red Hood in vulnerable moments was like coaxing a feral cat.

“Okay,” You mumble, “Okay,” You know how to do this. Maybe with more people and more hospital equipment and not in your apartment, but you know how to do this.

“Alright,” You shuffle next to him and wrap an arm around his torso, maneuvering his arm to rest on your shoulders, “I’m going to lift you on one, okay?”

Red Hood nods, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Hey,” You snap, nudging him with your shoulder, “Stay awake–and deep breaths, alright?” Shuffling into a crouching position, you adjust him slightly, “Three, two, and one,” You both grunt in unison as you lift him up and off the floor, “Up we go, come on.”

Stumbling to the bathroom, you nudge the door open with your hip and carefully sit Red Hood on the toilet with you crouching between his legs. He droops in a way you’ve never seen before. Red Hood has always been so confident, holding himself high, but right now, he looks bone-tired, something sleep can’t fix. 

He feels raw and broken open, something thick with sadness and tragedy oozing out of him, and that’s not just the blood. You cup his cheek to make him look you in the eyes, “Tell me what hurts, honey,” You say, the endearment slipping out as if you’re talking to a patient. Or someone you love.

Red Hood pushes his face into your hand, making your heart squeeze in your chest, “I think I broke a few ribs, definitely a concussion too,” He lifts his hand, it’s bloody and burned, blisters forming in spots that make you cringe, “And my hand is burned like crazy,” He rasps, “Shot my gun with some shit blocking the barrel.”

“Okay, can you take off your shirt, or do you need help?” You ask, standing up to start running the water and grabbing two cloths made from old t-shirts from the hamper next to your tub. Red Hood shakes his head and pulls off his shirt in your peripherals. Glancing over, his chest looks just as bad as you thought it would, with bruises scattered everywhere. It makes your stomach drop just a little more. At least there aren’t any deep abrasions anywhere. 

Once the water warms up enough, you wet the cloths and offer one to Red Hood, resting the other one down on the sink countertop, “Wrap that around your hand and keep it there. I’m going to go get some ice for your ribs,” You say quietly, leaving the bathroom to walk over to the kitchen. 

Why was Red Hood even here? He’s the most secretive person you know, and doesn’t he have an entire gang to patch him up? He must have a lieutenant or something somewhere. You grab the towel you keep in your kitchen and stuff it with ice, heading back to the bathroom where Red Hood awaits you. Honestly, fucking one of the most dangerous men in Gotham and a notorious crime lord was not your brightest idea, but patching him up after he got into a fucking explosion? What the fuck.

This isn’t what you two do, especially with Hood being so vulnerable right now. He’s breaking the boundaries he had firmly set completely on his own.

“Hey,” You say, Red Hood’s leaning back against the toilet, his eyes closed, “Wake up, I’ve got your ice.” Thankfully, he opens his eyes and takes the makeshift icepack with his good hand, pressing it against his ribs with a slight grimace. You pull the t-shirt-cloth off the counter and stand in between his legs to clean his face.

Nudging his chin with your hand to make him look up at you, you peel off the domino mask with some hesitation, but Red Hood just closes his eyes. He rests his head in your hand when you carefully grip his chin to nudge his face in the direction you want. Starting to clean the cut on his eyebrow, you think about how familiar he looks. His eyes look like those you’ve seen before, but you have no idea where.

“What happened?” You ask, wiping the blood off his face as carefully as you can. You know he won’t answer honestly, the few times you two had talked about anything close to emotions he had fled or changed the subject as soon as possible.

“I told you,” Red Hood responds like the avoidant fuck he is, “Explosion.”

You tut, whacking him lightly with your t-shirt-towel, and he huffs good-naturedly, “You know what I fucking meant, dickhead.” You scold, but he just shakes his head minutely in response, a furrow forming between his brows. 

You swipe your thumb over it, soft in a way you two have never been, “You don’t have to tell me, Red. If this is the best way to help, then I’ll fix you up and send you on your way.” 

He takes a shaky breath, and his eyebrows scrunch together more. You’re scared he’s going to stand up and leave your apartment, but he pushes through your hands and presses his forehead into your stomach. He falls apart against you. You can’t tell if he’s crying, but it’s something close.

“Oh, sweetheart,” You mutter, curling a hand into his hair. 

You both stay like that until he calms down, the sobs wracking his body slowing to a stop. Cupping his face in your hands, you push until he looks up at you. 

You don’t have to push very hard. Wiping away the tear tracks with your thumbs, you smile sadly down at him. There’s a small wet spot on your shirt.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” You crouch down and start wiping the dirt and blood off his chest, pushing him until he leans against the back of the toilet. Repeating this on his back as well, you try to soothe as best you can with a hand stroking up and down his side with the least bruises.

Once you’re done you pull him around to face you, “I’m going to wash your hair, bandage your hand, and then you’re sleeping for a very long time.”

Red Hood visibly tenses at that, and you level him with an unimpressed stare, “Stay,” You say quietly, resting your hands on his biceps and avoiding his gaze, “I want to watch you if you have a concussion, and I can’t do that when you’re having a seizure in an alleyway because it’s given you brain damage.”

He deflates, but still rolls his eyes, “It’s not that bad,” He argues, “I’ve been through worse.” How bad, he doesn’t say, but from the amount of scars on his chest and back, you can pretty much tell.

You patronizingly pat his cheek, “That sucks for you,” You tease, your hand sliding down to wrap your fingers around his wrist, avoiding the burns on his hands, and gently tug him towards the shower. He follows without protest, and you both sit against the tub as you wait for the water to warm up. It’s calming, sitting beside Red Hood, your sides pressed together.

Once the water is at a heat you deem acceptable; you pull down the showerhead and maneuver Red Hood to kneel over the tub, still icing his ribs, and start washing his ashy hair with generous amounts of shampoo and conditioner. You can feel his breathing slow next to you as you massage his head with your hands, suds falling into the tub under him.

You wring out his hair with a towel and push him back up into a sitting position. Kneeling on the ground, you lean over to pull open the cabinet under your sink and carefully take the first aid kit from its precarious balance on top of your medicine hoard.

Wrapping his burn is easier than you thought, Red Hood pliant and willing under your hands. You do a once over of him and judge him fit to sleep. You lead him out of the bathroom with a hand on the small of his back.

“Sorry, I don’t have any underwear for you,” You whisper, scared to break the quiet vulnerability you two are sharing.

He smiles at you for the first time since he arrived, which really means it’s the first time ever. It’s soft around the corners with exhaustion, and he looks at you for a little while before responding, “It’s okay, I didn’t expect you to,” He whispers back, just as hushed as you.

You chuckle at his late reply, “Your concussion must be pretty bad if it takes you that long to process words,” You goad, slipping under the covers. Red Hood goes to follow after setting his icepack down on the nightstand, but you hold out a hand to stop him, “Pants. Off. I’m not getting your grime and soot all over my clean sheets.”

He smiles brighter, “Well, you could’ve asked nicer,” He huffs, unbuckling his utility belt and letting it fall to the floor. He undoes his real belt and kicks off his cargo pants, nestling down into the sheets with a groan that’s half pain and half satisfaction.

You’re lying on your stomach, your face smushed against the pillow facing Red Hood, who’s lying on his back, as he fucking should, staring up at the ceiling, “Good?” You mumble, more at the pillow than the man beside you, and he laughs slightly, turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah,” He whispers like a secret in the dark of your bedroom, “It's good.”

#jason todd #jason todd x female reader #jason todd x reader #hurt/comfort #i made myself sad #nvm that was the mitski

[lovelytsunoda]

the day you kissed a writer in the dark // han lue (tokyo drift)

summary: she's stood by his side for years. his loyal mechanic, the brains behind his brawn. but she'd be lying if she said that it didn't hurt to watch him flirt with those other women in his club, when he came home to her every night in secret.

bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark, now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart. i am my mother's child, i'll love you 'till my breathing stops.

pairing: han lue x mechanic! reader

warnings: smut, inappropriate use of a drifting car, insecurity and self-doubt, secret relationships, unplanned pregnancy.

author's note: here's something a little different today, lovelies! it's a departure from the usual realm of f1 content i usually bless you all with, but i felt like i needed to do something different to avoid burning myself out, and rewatching tokyo drift gave me the inspiration that i needed :)

she hated the club.

in the back end of her mind, she always resented the mere existence of that secret room leading to han's garage. the fact that he chose to surround himself with women in tight dresses with long legs and perky boobs like he was some kind of yakuza punk.

well, this wasn't crows fucking zero. this was real life.

she couldn't help but draw comparisons between these beautiful girls and herself. as she curled in on herself to duck through the crowd, she frowned at her reflection in the window: her torn up jeans, the grease stain on the cuff of her army-green sweater, the zip barely done up enough to cover up her double-d's, a small nut from her very first car hanging limply from a chain around her neck.

some days, she wondered why han had chosen her of all people.

"sean?" she asked quietly, poking the young american boy in the arm, practically shouting to be heard. "have you seen han?"

sean shook his head. "no, sorry. have you checked the garage?"

"i'm heading back there now. thanks, sean." she sighed, backing out the way that she came, trying not to think about all of the places that her boyfriend could be right now.

the anxiety ate away at her. was he with one of the other girls? one of the prettier, taller, thinner ones? was that why he wanted to keep the relationship under wraps?

was han ashamed of her?

she hurried down the rickety metal staircase, dropping her purse on the workbench as she went, subconsciously placing a hand over her stomach as she thought about the white plastic stick inside the fake leather bag.

they'd been sneaking around for a year, but they'd known each other far longer. she had come to tokyo when she was twenty-one, with a pocketful of cash and a monkey wrench. she had a high school diploma, but that didn't mean much to the rally teams she had applied to work on the pit crews for.

and that's when han swooped her up. when she became the bonnie to his clyde, the mechanic for his little street racing gambit.

that was three years ago. now she was almost twenty-five, he was twenty-seven, and he was in far too deep for them to keep going like this.

she knew why he had to keep it a secret. telling the world that she was his lover would put a target on her back. because that's what happens when you get in deep with someone like dk.

she pulled her hair back with the green rubber band on her wrist, pushing up her sleeves as she reached for a ratchet and approached han's car, the hood already open and ready for her.

working on the cars had always been her safe haven. her distraction from the outside world. fixing something that was broken gave her a satisfaction like no other.

"babe?" han's voice echoed through the garage, and she hated herself for the way that she froze up, fingers tightening around the ratchet. "sean said you were asking around for me? is everything okay?"

she withdrew from the car, slamming the hood down. "you're pushing the car too far. the engine is wearing down, you have to get something stronger. the serpentine belt is at it's brink."

"and that's why you're the brains of this operation and i'm just the pretty boy who drifts." han said playfully, wrapping his arms around her midsection as resting his chin on her shoulder.

"be more careful out there, seoul-oh." she said softly, placing a cold hand on top of his warm one before turning her head and kissing him softly. "i don't know what i'd do if anything ever happened to you."

han spun her body around gently, his hands on her waist as she jumped to perch her body on the edge of the hood, her fingers tangling in his dark, silky hair.

"you don't need to worry about me, sweetheart. i'm going to be okay."

she sighed, lacing her fingers together behind his neck. "where were you, han? wandering around your club with a girl on each arm? a girl that's three times prettier than i am, maybe one who's clothes are a little more revealing-"

"y/n, stop." han said firmly. "baby, you're the only one. my only one." he kissed her on the forehead softly. "i love you. i love you so much that it hurts. i wish i could shout it from the rooftops, but i can't put you in danger like that. i don't want dk to know, because that's a target on your back that i don't want there."

he pulled her as close as he could, arms wrapped securely around her as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "i couldn't live with myself if anything ever happened to you."

the sincerity in the older man's voice was reassuring. but some days, it wasn't enough. she loved him more than words could say, but she was getting tired of being his little secret.

but at the end of the day, it was her bed that he always came home to. his arms she woke up in. his terrible singing in the kitchen while he made coffee with breakfast.

han lue was hers.

she kissed him again, still sitting on the edge of the toyota's hood. this kiss was stronger, harder. with more feeling as she bunched han's sweater up in her fingers, trying to wrestle it off his broad shoulders, his hands gripping her thighs tight enough to make her moan against his lips.

"seoul-oh." she mumbled as han broke away from her, pulling his sweater off the rest of the way before tugging his everlast t-shirt over his head.

they fit together like well-worn puzzle pieces, his lips finding that place on her neck that made her crumble, turned her legs to jelly as he slipped a hand up the front of her sweater, thumb tracing comforting shapes against her stomach as he nipped at her neck, biting down gently. there would be a hickey there in a mere matter of hours.

trailing kisses back up her neck, he gently bit her earlobe before placing one hand on the side of her face to guide her lips back to his, the other hand braced against the hood of the car to hold himself up. she bit down on his bottom lip, wrenching a growl from the back of han's throat.

he pulled away, dropping to his knees in front of the car as his large hands dipped under the waistband of her jeans. after reaching down to untie and kick off her beat up vans, she reached above her to grab the exposed beam in the garage ceiling, pulling her body up and allowing han to pull her jeans and panties down her legs in one fell swoop.

"oh, not on the car, baby. you'll stain the bodywork."

"don't care." han hummed, kissing the soft skin of her thigh. "i can't think of anything prettier than you. on the hood of my car, legs spread wide for me." he mumbled in between kisses, inching ever closer to where y/n needed him most, her arousal dripping onto the cool metal hood of the drift car.

and when his lips touched her throbbing clit, she could have sworn she turned electric, using one hand to brace herself against the car and burying the other in han's hair as she threw her head back in a throaty moan.

"han." she panted, grinding against his face as his tongue licked and sucked at her core. "oh, baby, yes."

han smiled to himself, kissing her clit gently as he held her thighs open with his hands. "still think that i don't find you attractive any more?"

"shut up, please. i need you so bad." she'd barely finished speaking when another low, seductive moan left her mouth. the arm that was holding her body up threatened to buckle underneath her as she tugged on han's hair, urging him to keep going.

han chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through her body as her arm buckled, and she found herself lying against the hood, her head on the windscreen as she bucked her hips, searching for more as her lover tongue-fucked her, her legs thrown over his shoulders with reckless abandon.

"seoul-oh." she whined, clenching her thighs around han's head

"i know, baby." he mumbled softly, kissing her thigh. "you're doing so well darling. come for me."

and that's exactly what she did. with a moan so loud that she was shocked that the patrons of the club couldn't hear it echoing through the garage, she let go, her juices coating the lower half of han's face as he licked her clean before wiping off the bottom half of his face with the back of his hand.

"fuck." he mumbled, standing between her legs and leaning over the car to kiss her. "i can't get enough of you, baby. i think i'm gonna need more."

"oh yeah?" she smiled sitting up slightly, resting her weight on her elbows and raising an eyebrow when she saw the obvious hard-on struggling to break free from the confines of han lue's jeans. "and what do you think we should do about it?"

"back. room. now." he said, softly but firmly, kissing her in between each word as she wrapped her bare legs around his body, allowing han to pick her up and carry her over to the back room, where a double bed was piled high with blankets for the nights where they worked late, or drift races lasted until the mere hours of the morning.

or, nights where neither of them wanted to go home. han was sure that they had fucked on almost every available surface of the garage.

she undid her sweater slowly, revealing the lacy white bra underneath, the makeshift pendant on her necklace hanging delicately just above the hollow of her breasts as she cast the fabric aside, reaching up to snap the elastic band in her hair, letting it cascade in waves down her shoulders.

"you're beautiful, you know that?" he said softly, kneeling on the mattress as he rested one hand gently against her cheek.

she leaned into his touch, reaching up to wrap her slender fingers around his wrist, pressing a soft kiss to the heel of his hand.

she knew she should tell him. han needed to know.

but now was definitely not the time.

not that she could find the words while he kissed her neck, her chest, her stomach, his fingers dancing across her back as he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, erection straining against his jeans.

"han, babe." she mumbled, reaching behind her. "it's been a year now, you should know how to undo a bra, mr. womanizer." she joked, pushing his hands away as she pulled the bra off by herself.

"why would i need to know how to do it when you just take it off by yourself most of the time?" he grinned, standing up to unbuckle his belt.

he started to undo his jeans, pausing halfway as if he had forgotten something before he darted over to the rolling toolbox in the back of the room, pulling a small foil packet out of the top drawer.

fat lot of good a condom would do them now.

not when she was already carrying his baby inside of her.

her body trembled with anticipation as she watched han rid himself of his jeans, the echo of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoing around the room before he rolled the latex sheath onto his thick, hard cock.

god, she was a fool in love. han seoul-oh made her feel every range of emotions all at once.

"seoul-oh." she mumbled, lips against his as he clambered onto the bed, covering her body with his broad one.

"hm?" han mumbled, pressing kisses all over her face.

"i love you, han lue." she said firmly, gently pushing his face away so she could look him in the eyes. "i mean it, babe. you've ruined me for anybody else. you're it for me."

"good, because i don't think i could love anybody else if i tried." han breathed out, kissing her again, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.

she squirmed under him, a small gasp escaping her lips before she bit down on her bottom lip.

she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. that wasn't what tonight was for.

han knew this as well, gently pushing himself inside her. tonight was about more than just chasing a high. for both of them. it was about love, and reassurance, and intimacy.

she threaded her fingers through his hair, whining as han moved ever so slightly, the sensations they both felt sending shockwaves through their bodies.

"seoul-oh." she moaned softly. "please. god, you feel incredible."

"yeah?" han crooned, thrusting softly and barely holding back a moan of his own. "you look so pretty with my cock inside you, my sweet sweet girl."

"just like that." she whined as he thrusted again, bucking her hips into him, trying to take his length deeper. "keep doing that, fuck."

when han's nimble fingers came up grip and massage her right breast, she knew she was a goner, arching her back to drive her body into him with a moan as he kissed her chest.

"you like that, baby? yeah, you love having my hands all over you. and i love touching your beautiful body." han murmured, sucking a hickey onto her collarbone. he could feel himself unravelling, knew that the end was nigh as he moaned against her skin, blindly reaching for her hand.

there were no more slow thrusts as the driver began to pick up the pace, his lover's legs wrapped tightly around him as she moaned his name.

"oh god, han, baby. fuck, keep going." she panted, one hand trailing down her body to play with her clit. anything to get her closer to that release she craved as she whined and squirmed under han's touch.

she'd seen this film before, and she already knew the ending. and the start if the sequel.

"come for me, baby. i know you can take it, just give me one more, okay?"

"han, han, holy shit." she moaned, feeling the coil in her stomach finally snap, her high crashing over her like a wave.

her lover groaned above her, a guttural sound ripped straight from his throat before han gently pulled out of her sensitive body, the evidence of his own peak contained within the clear latex that he slid off his member, tying the condom off in a knot before punting it into the trash can next to his desk.

she pulled the blankets up as han settled in the bed next to her, his warm fingers dancing in gentle circles against her sweaty skin as they laid together in the afterglow, a content look on his face as he kissed her on the forehead.

"seoul-oh." she said quietly, twirling his long, dark locks of hair around her fingertip. "i have to tell you something."

"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" worry creased han seoul-oh's face, a pit forming in his stomach.

he hated seeing her like this.

"i'm pregnant."

han's eyes widened. "what? babe, why didn't you tell me?"

"i've been trying all day. but you've had your hands full with dk and sean and drifting." she said sadly. "but i can't raise this baby with dk breathing down our necks. you need to get out of this life, seoul-oh."

han frowned thoughtfully, one hand resting against the side of her face. "i'm going to be a father. fucking hell, babe this is incredible. i promise you, i'm going to make a plan, and i'm going to get us out of tokyo."

"you know we can't keep this a secret any longer, right? i'm already eight weeks along, once the first trimester ends, i won't be able to hide it."

"you're right, you're right. we'll test the waters. i'll tell sean and twinkie in the morning, see how the news of our relationship goes over with them. i want to keep it from dk until i can find a way to get us out of here."

y/n nodded, lacing her fingers with han's and placing his hand on her stomach. "okay. let's do this thing." she broke out into a smile. "we're going to be parents, han. can't you picture it? sitting behind the wheel of your toyota, with our little gremlin on your lap, teaching them how to drive before they can even walk."

han laughed. "they'll be born with a monkey wrench in one hand and a bag of lays in the other."

"i love you, seoul-oh." she said softly, kissing him gently. "i'm so glad i found you three years ago.

"i love you more, y/n. and i can't wait to raise this kid with you."

Tags (though im not sure if any of you are interested loll):

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh

#han lue x reader #fast and the furious #tokyo drift #fast and the furious x reader #han lue #han lue smut #fast and the furious smut #tokyo drift imagine

[satoruhour]

requesting jealous racer gojo with this scene!! https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSN8XvT2Y/ DK as gojo; From afar, Gojo caught his girlfriend chatting with a new racer and the new guy have no idea that the reader is gojo's girl 🥹🥹🥹🥹

a/n: REEEAAALLLLL! find the au masterlist here. loser daisuke makes a return !!!!

warnings: mentions of sexual harassment, assault (against daisuke) — uh dont do this in real life guys !!!!!!, mentions of ejaculation, public teasing & makeout

it was no secret gojo was a naturally possessive man — always glaring at anyone who even took a glimpse of you in your miniskirts or needing to have an arm around your waist whenever you conversed with another racer; whoever you chatted with also knew not to cross too many lines.

what gojo liked the most, though, was always having you run into his arms after every successful win, swooping into your arms and looking at whatever man who’s staring at your ass and then kissing you right on your mouth. the sour scowl on their faces are his favourite part.

so when you’re looking over the condition of your boyfriend’s friends’ cars — geto’s Mazda and nanami’s ’68 Dodge Charger — and checking that their engines could cool down in time for the next race, you’re pleasantly surprised when a man comes up to you without knowing the repercussions he’s about to receive, looking interestedly at the heavy duty metal you’re handling.

“you know you wouldn’t have that heating problem with a V8.” he smugly explains, leaning against the hood of your boyfriend’s car that you have half a mind to ask him to get off — you know how pissed he could get when random people lean on it — but you think you’d see how far this guy would go just for a piece of your ass (plus, your boyfriend loved you too much to put any ounce of blame on you). you’re no stranger to the weirdos around these parts, getting unwarranted slaps on your butt and caresses along your waist that inch too close to your chest, and all they get in return is one sweet, clean punch to their face.

“don’t need to bruise your pretty knuckles for these degenerates, baby.” gojo kisses your temple after knocking a guy unconscious, returning your sick grin right after you dig your heel into their face. “that’s my girl!”

you’re far from the police chief’s daughter after all those years, amusing the man just for a bit with a cute tilt of your head and a pop of your hips. you roll your eyes when you see how he licks his lips, eyes flicking down to your too short skirt.

“all you men care about is who’s got the biggest and better engines,” you click your tongue. even with your half-assed attitude, he takes it as a sign to advance, following you like a lost dog after you monitor nanami’s LS3, which was significantly cooler than geto’s 13B-REW. you take out your flip phone to shoot a text to the race coordinator.

nanamis car gud 2 go 1st. engines cooldown is faster than getos

but all he thinks is that it’s a green light that you wanted his number — he was probably patting himself on the back, didn’t even need any effort to woo you!

all gojo does is look at the ruckus from half a mile away, not listening to a word shoko was saying about her car; not even the cigarette smoke blowed into his face did anything, well, except for make him cough a little. shoko sports a little grin when she follows his line of sight.

“who’s the loser?” gojo asks, pushing off of her car and eyeing how you’d handle the situation. he knew you could hold your own perfectly fine, but with each stupid face the man makes, he’s driven to walk up to help you.

“some douche named wakashita daisuke, heard of him?” shoko replies boredly, tsks when her friend shakes his head, “fucked him for some parts. mediocre dick game.”

gojo scoffs, “not surprised.”

“y’all race with these lame engines, then?” daisuke seemingly had embarrassed himself with reaching out for your phone, seeing as you pocket it right after sending the text, but that doesn’t stop the man one bit. he continues to ramble about the pros of a V8 long after you’ve removed the hood struts from under the two cars. popping the hood to gojo’s car and you successfully shut him up when he sees the RB26DETT engine. albeit, only for five seconds before he starts spouting stupid crap again.

out of the corner of your eyes, you can see a head of white approaching and you hope the corners of your lips don’t give away the fact that he’s about to earn himself a beating. the feel of satoru’s arms around your waist infiltrate your senses first, and then his voice.

“you feelin’ lucky today?” he asks uninterestedly from your shoulder and your hands naturally hold onto his arms. you can feel him fiddling with your belt, and you’re almost 100% he’s pushing his pelvis into yours.

“the girl or the car?” daisuke smirks and you want nothing but to curb-stomp his annoying fucking face. gojo is close to doing it though, but you’re holding him back with a squeeze to his hand; all he replies with is a kiss to your neck, and he thinks this guy must have balls of steel or he’s just insanely dumb because the piercing blue stare satoru gives doesn’t faze him one bit.

“you—”

“baby, leave it.” you whisper, removing his hands from your waist gently and walking over to daisuke with calculated, slow steps. the interaction garners a lot of eyes especially for someone with enough guts to flirt with the gojo satoru’s girl, but you do something unexpected, tracing a finger up his chest and pull at his t-shirt, yanking him right down to your boyfriend’s engine and you nod towards it.

“tell me about it.”

daisuke thinks he’s scored and he leans over the Skyline with both elbows and you follow, sticking your ass out. gojo’s used to this sight and it never gets old, but the smile on his face turns into a glower once the other tries to take a glance as well. you notice it, too.

“engine. i wanna know allll ’bout it . .” you give him a sweet smile and daisuke looks like he could come on the spot — a premature ejaculation for an idiot like him — and he shoots off into a passionate ramble. all of which was wrong, by the way, but you let him have his fun before you’re straightening up and—

plop!

you remove the hood strut and the hood of the Nissan Skyline closes right on his back and there’s a pained scream from under his hood and gojo just laughs out loud. you hear a few other laughs from your spectators, too.

“that’s my baby.” gojo sashays up to you with a smirk, pushing you against the not so flat hood of his car, where it’s moving from daisuke’s flailing body. he’s not too concerned about the damage if he continues to press you onto the uneven parts; he’s got money, no big deal.

like usual, gojo isn’t shy about affection and he goes right for your lips, curling both arms around your waist while one hand gets distracted and squeezes your ass. you’re only able to fit your upper back along the hood as you bend back, moaning exaggeratedly for daisuke to hear.

“hmm . . it’s a little too high, don’t you think, ’toru?” gojo only caresses your hips in response, slotting his thigh between your legs and now it’s going into dangerous territory. you let out a soft whine.

“yep, definitely too high.”

with one swift movement of your heel, you knee daisuke and he falls, both of you jerking down lower on the hood — the edge of the car is probably digging into daisuke’s back by now, but it’s nothing a little money can’t fix.

“sooo much better,” gojo grins, hovering over your body now as his words ignite flames along your lips and the deep kiss leaves you dizzy. he swallows your sounds easily, but he knows when to quell his needs — after satoru’s race is when you’ll be treated for being such a brave girl, not that you need any reason in the first place.

at the end of the day, you’ll forever be satoru’s lucky charm and the only one in his eyes.

#anon #asks #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk gojo #jjk gojo x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x you #jjk drabbles #jjk thirsts #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #satoru gojo x you

[svthub]

welcome to the disco! choose your partner for a whirl around the dance floor to the grooviest tracks today. get funky as you boogie the night away.

This collab will contain a combination of SFW and NSFW works. See each individual fic for tags and warnings.

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dancing queen ~*~ @duhnova

[NSFW] smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst ~*~ disco club owner!choi seungcheol x performer!reader (fem)

the stage is where you felt the most comfortable, letting go and singing for everyone that would sit and listen. but it was hard making a living in america, every corner you turned there was trouble waiting for you because you were too comfortable with your sexuality for the public’s liking. so when you stepped off the ship that took you to your new life in paris, you were surprised to collide with a disco club owner who was in a similar boat as you.

every summertime ~*~ @lovelyhan

[NSFW] smut ~*~ jeonghan x reader

you're not really interested in the run-down record shop back in your hometown. but people aren't oblivious to the way you keep trying to get into the owner's pants—not even the owner himself.

curse the stars ~*~ @shuadotcom

[NSFW] smut, fluff, strangers to lovers au, 70s au~*~ salesman!joshua x starlet afab!reader

meeting someone at the disco to take home for the night is customary for you, especially in your line of work. but meeting this man on this night at this disco feels more like fate as joshua becomes much more than just your routine one night stand.

do re mi ~*~ @onlymingyus

[NSFW] fluff, smut~*~ junhui x wife!reader

synopsis: you were from different worlds. he was responsible, frugal, and sensible. you were a child of the times, a free spirit. the house had problems and it was small, but at the end of the day it was home…you were home.

with the band ~*~ @the-boy-meets-evil

[NSFW] band!au, smut, angst ~*~ drummer!soonyoung x journalist!reader (afab)

you’re fresh out of college with big dreams about changing the world with your words on a page. the last thing you expect is to end up covering a tour and you certainly don’t expect to fight falling for the drummer. what happens on tour, stays on tour, right?

rogue ~*~ @smileysuh

[NSFW] strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut ~*~ wonwoo x afab reader

“lay back,” he instructs next. “I’m going to take your panties off.” your heart races in your chest as you realize what he’s about to do, and you fall onto your elbows on the hood of his car, breathing heavily as wonwoo leans down and begins to press kisses up your bare legs. his fingers hook in your panties, and he drags them down, exposing your hot core to the cool evening air. You can’t help the gasp that leaves you, and as wonwoo positions your thighs over his broad shoulders, you think you might actually faint from the tension.

all about that bass ~*~ @angelwoozi

[NSFW] fluff, smut, band!au, neighbour au ~*~ bassist!jihoon x reader (afab)

the first time you meet your neighbour, it's when he is rolling up to his driveway for the first time, the cheapest skates with him. after that, you always try to get a peek of him when you hear his door slam, because oh my my he is so cute. little did you know that your cute neighbour can also work a crowd like he owns it, all with his bass and his presence.

manhattan sunrise ~*~ @seokgyuu

[NSFW] detective!au, criminal minds! au, crime, exes to lovers, angst, smut ~*~ detective!seokmin x fbiagent!reader

lee seokmin is a very successful and admired detective in the NYPD. pp until now he has had no trouble catching the bad guys. but when an especially horrific serial killer starts roaming the streets of new york city and he faces perplexity for the first time in his career - his superiors send a unit from the FBI trained to profile serial killers, which contains none other than you - seokmin’s high school sweetheart.

tight laced ~*~ @drunk-on-dk

[NSFW] fluff, smut, roller rink au ~*~ shop clerk!mingyu x afab!reader

it was kim mingyu who sold you your first pair of roller skates. regardless of the fact you were born with two left feet, a tired student, and were running low on funds, the charming clerk somehow convinced you it would be worth every penny. maybe it would be worth it to join your friends for midnight skates rather than being cooped up studying on weekends. however, the main selling point? skating lessons were included

darling i’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream • @dkakapizzaboy

[NSFW] crime, mystery, suggestive ~*~ conman! minghao x fem! reader

minghao has had a pretty easy life…partly due to his sharp looks, but mostly due to his even sharper mind. his day job, you ask? oh, just your average little joe conning wealthy women out of thousands of dollars …until he meets you.

aretha franklin and otis redding ~*~ @wonwussy

[SFW] angst, fluff ~*~ seungkwan

your brother had been labeled mia soon after he left for the war. three years later, the war has ended, and you know he's not coming home. maybe this stranger can help you find a little peace.

remember when ~*~ @multi-kpop-fanfics

[NSFW] fluff, comedy, angst, suggestive, childhood friends to lovers to exes to friends ~*~ vernon x fem!reader

growing up in the suburbs of athens during the seventies was turbulent to say the least - but is it turbulent enough to break the backyard trio friendship? only time could tell.

mood rings, drive thru theaters, and the latest issue of tiger beat ~*~ @bitchlessdino

[NSFW] angst, smut, fluff ~*~ lee chan x college student!reader (afab)

when you fall in love, it can feel like you’ll be with that person forever, that there isn’t another being in the world you rather be with. This case is just as heavy in your youth, tutoring a boy you’ve only ever walked circles around, while you wear a mood ring from his parents souvenir shop so you could feel closer to him. When it happens, you don’t expect things to crash harder than the way they do.

#svthub #svthub.collab #70s;teen #svthub: masterlist

[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 28 Soonyoung — marking // car sex

➥ boyfriend!Soonyoung x privileged upbringing!Reader summary: Soonyoung has had to warn you more than once not to tease him while he was driving but sometimes you just didn't want to listen. wc: 3.9k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, alcohol consumption (reader), reader has a rich family & had a privileged upbringing (lol can’t relate), sexual content (minors dni!): car sex (sex on the hood of a car to be precise), unprotected sex (use protection!!), a lot of dirty talk, pet names (mainly baby), degradation (he calls her a whore and a slut a few times) at first Soonyoung’s kinda mean but then he gets very whiny aka he’s extremely vocal, marking (neck, shoulder, chest). If there are any I missed let me know! Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog @kosmoreads @yourfavoritefreakyhan Seventeen taglist: @aikisbbq @niktwazny303 @indigo35 @moonlightsora @witherednotes @cixrosie @hoeforcheol @kirooz @yeosayang @katsukis1wife Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Taglist closed!

a/n: I’ve been meaning to write Soonyoung car sex for a while so this is the perfect opportunity. Thank you all so much for reading all the Kinkuary pieces! It’s been a wild ride this entire month and I want to thank everyone who showed each piece love! I hope you liked reading these as much as I loved writing them! I will be doing Kinktober this year but each piece will be supernatural themed. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms. This is dedicated to @ncteez cause she loves Hoshi and I love her. ilysm my honeypot 🍯 I hope you like it. And if you haven't read any of hon's works, 1.) Where have you been??? And 2.) Go show her some love ❤️

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"How many times have I told you?" Soonyoung growled, his hand making contact with your ass for the fifth time. You let out a whimper, fingers digging into the fabric of the seat.

"How many times have I told you? Don't tease me while I'm driving!"

It had started as dinner at your parents', driving from your hotel to your parents’ home in the countryside of your hometown. They offered to let the two of you stay in the guest rooms but when you told your boyfriend that you’d have to sleep in separate rooms, he declined the offer.

If he had to go from sleeping next to you in your shared apartment back in Seoul, there was no way he wasn’t going to sleep next to you while visiting your hometown. “That’s just cruel,” he’d pouted.

You thanked your parents but told them that Soonyoung had already booked your stay in a nice hotel.

The flight to your hometown was uneventful except for the fact that Soonyoung awoke abruptly screaming when the plane hit a tiny bit of turbulance. He apologized profusely to the attendants and the people sitting around you.

The drive to your hotel was also uneventful, you taking over the driving as you knew the city better than Soonyoung did. Upon reaching your hotel, the two of you got checked in and passed out, sleeping for the rest of the day and well into the early morning.

Soonyoung had woken you up with his snores at 5 am on the dot, prompting you to smack him with your pillow before finally getting up and taking a shower, knowing you’d never be able to get back to sleep with his snoring.

That first day was spent showing Soonyoung all the places you used to go when you were younger, showing him your old schools as well as the places you used to hang out with your friends at night when you all snuck out to meet up.

It was foreign but also familiar to him as you explained the importance of each place to you and your friends’ younger selves. He had places like this back in Namyangju. Place he and his friends would go to just be themselves.

It allowed him a glimpse into your past and he was so grateful he’d argued the time off to come here with you.

The following morning was spent in bed, as you spent most of your mornings off together, exploring each others’ bodies like it was the first time though it was long past that.

You’d be spending most of the day at your parents’ house so you needed to get your urges out before then. That was the plan anyway.

But even the best laid plans go awry at times.

For you, it started when Soonyoung exited the bathroom in only a towel, having just showered. You were halfway through your makeup routine when he started to apply his skincare and your eyes wandered.

He’d been spending a lot more time in the gym lately and you obviously noticed how he’d filled out in the time you began dating.

Soonyoung caught you staring more than once and joked that if you kept looking at him with ‘bedroom eyes’ he was going to pounce on you.

Not that you’d be complaining but you had to leave soon if you wanted to arrive on time to your parents’ house.

The entire drive there, Soonyoung kept fiddling with his fingers, shifting in his seat nervously as he asked question after question about your parents.

You reassured him that his English was more than enough to communicate with them and that you had no problem translating if needed. You wanted him to meet your family because Soonyoung was just that important to you.

You almost laughed at the way his eyes widened as you pulled off the freeway and onto a smaller one lane highway. He asked if they lived in the middle of nowhere and if you were actually taking him to your family home.

“You could be taking me to be a sacrificial lamb and I’d never know.”

As you pulled onto the gravel road your parents’ home was on, Soonyoung was almost bouncing in his seat, watching the houses go by, separated by miles and growing in size.

Finally, you slowed down and pulled onto the driveway leading to your parents’ house. You could tell they’d recently replaced the driveway as it was no longer cracked. The drive wound through the wooded lot until you pulled up to the circle drive that passed the front door.

You remembered this house from your childhood but it wasn’t your parents’ back then. It was your grandparents’ house.

You recognized your parents’ cars at the detached garage but there were a few other cars parked out front you didn’t know. One of them might have been your sister’s or her husband’s, but you weren’t entirely sure. It was a different car from last time you visited.

The other cars could only belong to other family members but you didn’t remember which car belonged to who.

You cut the engine and got out, Soonyoung following suit as the front door opened. You turned to your boyfriend to warn him to brace himself. He was about to be smothered.

As you led the way to the front door where you mother and father stood, your boyfriend was suddenly engulfed by a small crowd of children that had come out of seemingly nowhere.

Your little cousins and you also recognized your nieces and nephews among the crowd. Soonyoung looked like he was being eaten alive by piranhas and you couldn’t help but laugh before waving and shooing the children away.

You took his hand and pulled him to the front door, only letting go as your parents’ pulled you into a hug before their attention turned to your boyfriend standing on the stoop. “This is Soonyoung, my boyfriend,” you introduced.

That simple introduction was all that was needed. Your parents pulled Soonyoung into the house as you greeted the rest of your family.

What you expected to be a simple dinner with your immediate family had turned into a small reunion of sorts. Aunts and uncles, cousins you hadn’t seen in years were all there and very curious about the man you’d brought home.

You knew you were in for a long day.

Any reservations you had about Soonyoung getting along or fitting in with your family went out the window as he settled in. He managed to converse smoothly with anyone who came up to speak to him.

Your aunts loved him, your uncles seemed to approve, but your cousins were something else. The little ones had comandeered him into playing with them and suddenly your boyfriend found himself playing hide and seek with about twenty children.

The actual dinner was nice. Your mother and aunts had gone all out, making almost every dish that was special to your family. It was almost like a banquet. There was so much food to choose from and it was all delicious.

Every time either you or Soonyoung finished eating, more magically appeared on your plate. Soonyoung complained only to you about how hard he’d have to train to work off all the pounds he no doubt just gained but he loved all of it.

You were about halfway into dessert when you just couldn’t stop looking at Soonyoung. He’d chosen a black silky long sleeve button down and paired it with some fitted black jeans. His hair was styled back to show off his forehead.

You were sipping on your cocktail one of your aunts had made when you noticed that the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, letting you peek at his collarbone. You suddenly felt hot and needed to get some water.

When you returned, you scooted your chair a little closer to your boyfriend, leaning against him. He was smiling and laughing at something your brother in law had said when his laughter almost instantly died down.

Your hand had snuck under the table to his thigh. He glanced at you, wondering if you’d done it on purpose wbut ehen he was met with the sight of you sipping your water innocently, he assumed it was just habit.

A habit that happened to get him riled up.

As dessert went on, the kids finished their food and went off to play more. Soonyoung had been asked to accompany them but he wasn’t done eating and he was engrossed in the conversation.

You took the opportunity to slide your hand up his thigh, closer to his crotch. His hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you as he hiss under his breath in Korean “what the hell are you doing?” You looked at him nonchalantly and shrugged, pulling your hand away and grabbing your empty plate.

Wordlessly you left the rable to start cleaning up, leaving your boyfriend both stunned and confused.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing until you noticed the time and called Soonyoung over from where he was playing with the youngest children. He was sad when you said you had to leave but it was getting late and you still had a bit of a drive back to your hotel.

After a lengthy goodbye, the two of you departed, Soonyoung taking over driving while following the GPS on your phone. The drive was mostly quiet, the radio playing softly as the scenery passed by in a blur. The sun was almost completely below the horizon as you looked out the window.

Glancing over at your boyfriend proved to be a questionable choice with the alcohol in your system and the way you’d been teasing him, albeit briefly, earlier, left you with a sense of dissatisfaction.

Trying to be as nonchalant as you could, you stretched your arms before letting one of your hands rest on Soonyoung’s thigh.

He glanced down at your hand and then back up before looking at you quickly.

You gave him a warm smile, thanking him for coming with you to meet your family. He returned your smile, saying he was glad he came with you. “Your family is so loud and fun,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Especially the kids. I had so much fun with them today.”

You listened to him ramble on, talking about each member he had the chance to get to know a little and as you listened, watching him speak excitedly, your hand moved up his thigh just a little. It was so slow he almost didn’t notice.

It wasn’t until your hand brushed against his crotch that he realized your hand had moved. “What are you doing?” He asked suspiciously. “Nothing,” you said sweetly, eyeing him innocently.

“Then what’s that?” Soonyoung asked, nodding down towards your hand.

“What’s what?” You asked, feigning ignorance as a smirk started to form. “Baby,” Soonyoung said sternly as he tried to keep his focus on the dark empty road. “I’ve told you not to do this while I’m driving. It makes it hard to focus,” he added.

You teasingly pressed your palm against his cock, feeling it starting to harden under your touch. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” You asked, leaning closer. “Your body is telling me otherwise.”

Your hand moved again, making him let out a soft moan, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. “Y/N,” I’m serious,” he said in a shaky voice. “You don’t sound serious, Soonie.”

You continued to palm him through his jeans, his eyes fluttering shut briefly as he let out another low moan. “Babe, you’re gonna make us crash,” he groaned as you grabbed him through the thick material of his pants.

“Then keep your eyes on the road,” you replied, moving to undo the button of his jeans. Soonyoung let out a growl, pressing on the brakes and pulling over to the side of the road. “What are you doing?” You asked sitting upright and looking around the deserted area.

Soonyoung said nothing as he parked the car and cut the engine. He unbuckled his seat belt, getting out quickly as he shut the door and walked around the front of the car.

When he opened your door, you looked up to see a dark look in his eyes. “Get out of the car,” he ordered. His tone sent a shiver down your back and blood rushing to your core as you unbuckled your seat belt and got out. 

Soonyoung grabbed your waist, pulling you out of the way as he sat in your empty seat, turning you to face him and pulled you onto his lap, positioning you so your head was near the glove box. Soonyoung pulled your skirt up, exposing your ass and delivering a sharp slap to the skin. “I warned you,” he growled.

“You want to tease me? Act like a whore?” He asked as he stood up, pulling you with him. “Soonyoung, I’m sorry,” you gasped as he shut the door, pushing you against it. “Sorry? Oh now you’re sorry?” He scoffed, one hand moving up to cup your cheek before slipping into your hair and grabbing it roughly.

“Too bad,” he growled. “On your knees, slut.”

You obeyed, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Good girl,” Soonyoung purred. “Now open that pretty mouth for me.”

You did as he asked, watching as he undid his pants, pushing the denim and his underwear down.

“You just couldn’t wait until we got back to the hotel, could you?” He asked as he took his leaking cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes. “You wanted this so bad?” He asked, referencing his cock gripped in his hand.

You glanced up to meet his heated gaze, nodding once. “Be careful what you wish for, baby,” Soonyoung said in a low voice. “Wider,” he added, guiding the tip of his cock to your mouth. “Tongue out.” You obeyed his instruction, almost moaning as you felt the weight of his cock rest on your tongue.

“Good girl,” Soonyoung cooed. “Now be a doll and put that pretty mouth to work.”

Not wanting to be told twice, you took the head of your boyfriend’s cock onto your mouth, lips wrapping around him as he slid further in.

Your hands moved up to his thighs but you felt the grip on your hair tighten. “Keep your hands down,” he ordered, the harsh tone of his voice sending chills down your spine. You could feel your arousal starting to grow, pooling on the gusset of your panties.

Soonyoung rested his free hand against the car, holding your hair as he guided your head, driving his cock further into your mouth with each pull. “That’s it,” he said softly, watching his length disappear in your mouth.

“Keep your mouth open.”

Saliva coated his shaft, some of it spilling out of your mouth and down your chin. Giving him head was always an extremely messy affair as Soonyoung had a habit of wanting to fuck your face and use it to his advantage.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag and your empty cunt to clench around nothing. Your panties were soaked at this point and you hoped that Soonyoung would at least let you get off before getting back in the car.

You gagged again as he thrusted, hitting the back of your throat again. “God I love that sound,” Soonyoung murmured, his grip on your hair loosening as he lost himself in the feeling of your wet mouth.

You gasped as he pulled out of your mouth, almost protesting before he guided you to your feet and dragged you to the front of the car.

The sun had disappeared, twilight setting in as more stars started to appear.

You let out a small ‘oof’ as Soonyoung pushed you onto the hood of the car, your knees bumping into the front bumper. “Stay just like that,” he ordered as he pulled your panties to the side. “I’m gonna fuck you like the little whore you are.”

You didn’t have a chance to bite back as he pushed into your hole with one thrust, making you cry out in both pain and pleasure as he filled you up. The stretch stung but was quickly overshadowed by the familiar feeling of being full of his cock.

“I’d tell you to hold on,” he said as he grabbed your skirt in a bunch with one hand. “But you don’t have much to grab,” he added. He was right. The hood of the car was smooth and had nothing to hold onto.

You let out a whimper as he started off with hard but evenly paced thrusts before setting a relentless pace, hips hitting your ass with a loud smack.

“Such a good slut,” he groaned, his hand that wasn’t holding your skirt pushing you down against the car. Each thrust had breathy moans and whines leaving your lips as your boyfriend pounded into you mercilessly from behind.

“S-soonie,” you whimpered, hands pushing against the hood of the car, trying to push yourself up.

“I told you not to get up,” Soonyoung growled, the hand on your back moving to grab your hair. “Stay down and take it like the greedy little whore you are!”

You whined loudly, not caring if anyone was around to hear you. The road was deserted, there were no lights other than the stars and the running lights of the car.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Soonyoung grunted, his thrusts hard and deep as he rammed into you. “Always so tight but you take me so well.”

You were about to respond when your boyfriend suddenly wrapped an arm around your chest, pulling you up as he continued to fuck you against the hood the of car. “So tight and wet and all mine,” he growled.

You moaned, feeling his teeth sink into the slope of your neck. “Hng, not so hard, Soonyoung!” You whined as he sucked harshly. “Gotta let the whole world know you’re mine,” he growled in your ear before biting another spot, leaving marks along the parts of your neck and shoulder he could reach.

You let out a cry as Soonyoung let you fall back to the car, pulling out of your wet cunt with a hiss. You were about to ask what he was doing when he pulled you up and turned you to face him.

His lips collided with yours in a messy and rushed kiss, tongues clashing as he pushed you onto the hood of the car on your back. Pushing your back against the car, he grabbed your thighs, pulling them up to his waist as he lined his cock with your entrance and thrust into you, resuming the same pace as before.

You cried out, grabbing his wrists as he held your waist. The only sounds around you were the sounds of crickets and the occasional owl as well as the sound of his cock entering your wet pussy repeatedly, skin hitting skin as he fucked you.

In the dim light of the running lights, you could see the way Soonyoung’s brow furrowed as he focused on the aim and timing of his thrusts. His gaze met yours and your walls clenched around him as you made eye contact.

“Holy fuck,” Soonyoung groaned, his hands moving to push your shirt up, exposing your lace bra and chest. “God you’re so fucking hot.”

You moaned, letting out a squeal as Soonyoung wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you up, catching your lips in a wet, sloppy kiss. “Oh shit, i’m not gonna last,” Soonyoung whispered as his lips trailed down your neck, dropping to your chest and sucking the soft skin that peeked from under your bra.

Your fingers combed through his hair, tugging at the locks at the back of his head as his lips continued. You let out a moan as he pulled the cup of your bra down, taking your nipple in his mouth, tongue wetting the raised bud.

A loud moan ripped from your throat as your grip on Soonyoung’s hair tightened, throwing your head back as your orgasm started to wash over you.

Your boyfriend’s hips didn’t stop once, not even faltering as he continued to plow into you, helping you ride out your high as he chased his own. Your nipple had fallen from his mouth as he let out breathy, desperate whines and moans, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he buried his face into your chest.

“I’m gonna- oh god I’m gonna-!” He whimpered. “I know, baby,” you cooed, combing your fingers through his hair, one hand cupping his cheek. “Cum for me,” you continued. “Cum inside me. Fill me up.”

Soonyoung buried his face deeper into your chest, muffling his moans as he came, his thrusts continuing to move as he emptied his load into your wet cunt.

He continued to thrust weakly, shuddering breaths as he came down from his high slowly. “Oh my god,” he finally breathed as he pulled his head back to look up at you. “What have- I’m so sorry. I can’t believe we just- holy shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You let out a chuckle as he babbled, taking your face in his hands. You hadn’t seen yourself but you knew you probably looked like a mess. “S’okay, Soonie,” you murmured, kissing his hands as he examined your face. “‘M okay.”

He pulled you in for a gentle kiss, melting against you as you kissed him back just as tenderly. “We should probably move,” you whispered against his lips. Soonyoung sighed, wincing as your walls squeezed around his cock that was still buried inside you. “But you’re so warm,” he whined.

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his nose. “Then let’s hurry and get back to the hotel,” you answered as he slowly pulled out of you, grimacing as his cum dripped out of you onto the hood and bumper of the car.

“Does your town have any 24 hour car washes?” He asked as you slid off the car, pushing your skirt and shirt back down. You looked up at him and then down to where he was staring. “Oh,” you said softly.

“I don’t think so,” you answered. “We can just wipe it off and clean the car tomorrow first thing.”

Soonyoung nodded, adjusting his pants, tucking his shirt back in having already put himself back in his underwear. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Let’s do that.”

You moved to your door, opening it and then grabbing a couple wipes from the container in your purse. You returned to the front and carefully wiped up your boyfriend’s cum from the hood and the bumper before standing upright.

“Here,” Soonyoung murmured, taking the wipes from you. “What’re you doing?” You asked as he knelt down, peering up your skirt and started to wipe the inside of your thighs. “You’ve got… yeah,” Soonyoung said softly as he wiped what you assumed was his cum from your skin.

As he stood back up he murmured another apology, prompting you to pull him closer with your arms around his neck and kissing him. “You have nothing to apologize for,” you added as he used another wipe to clean your chin and cheeks.

“I should be apologizing,” you continued. Soonyoung shook his head, his free hand resting on the small of your back. “Never apologize for wanting me,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“Just don’t distract me when I’m driving. I don’t want to kill us.”

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clowns

🌙 staring. S.coups & Jeonghan & Joshua & Wonwoo & Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. you’re a sad, blue, crazy, tulle’d clown - corset and all - riding one of the most beautiful men you know, on the hood of his best friend’s car, exposed to the cool night air, under the full moon on a Halloween night while four more men watch... what could be better than this? 

cw/ tw. dark content, group sex, 6some, orgy, degradation, praise, manhandling, size kink, dirty talk, oral (f/m receiving), dacryphilia, deep throating, protected sex, fingering, squirting, parking lot exhibitionism, voyeurism, marking, horror/clowns, choking, dumbification, etc...  I pet names. squeak (50), silly/sad/stupid/messy/little clown (19+), daddy (6), etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 13.3k

🍭 aus. frat au, Halloween, friends to fuckers, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. enjoy some sexy clowns and Happy Halloween ;) 

Prologue - the year before

A shrill scream cuts through the cold October air, and two men run past you at full speed, a killer clown chasing them with a knife raised. 

The sight of DK and Seungkwan being picked on - as they get picked on every year - makes you laugh, clinging tighter to Seungcheol’s arm while your group of friends walks around the haunted theme park. 

“Scared?” Cheol teases you, tugging you closer to his side, which helps you narrowly avoid Dino as he’s chased past. 

“She’s not scared,” Jeonghan laughs, falling into step next to you to act as something like a shield from a zombie actor approaching. “She might look like she’s just a baby, but we all know she likes horror. Don’t you, Squeak?”

You do. You love horror almost as much as you love the nickname the group of guys had given you the first time you’d all gone to a haunted house together. They’d teased you for the little sounds of shock you’d made at the jump scares, but you know how much they enjoy having a girl around to do scary things with. 

“Squeak loves haunted theme parks,” Wonwoo adds from your rear where he’s walking with - and protecting - his roommate, Mingyu. “Loves them so much- I was just thinking she should get a job here next year.”

“That could be fun,” Joshua muses, joining the conversation. “Cheol could get a job too, he wouldn’t even need a scary mask- his face is terrifying enough as it is.”

The man next to you jerks away from your side, and Joshua darts out of fighting distance with a grin, only to be grabbed by an actor dressed as Pennywise. Your group bursts into laughter at the way Joshua jumps in shock. Within seconds, Pennywise is chasing Woozi and Vernon, and you’re happily walking with Wonwoo, truly considering his suggestion.

1: crazy clown

“This feels like some kind of sick joke,” Seungcheol groans, running a hand through his tangle of dark hair, pushing it away from his painted face. 

When your group of friends had applied to work at the theme park, Seungcheol had been envisioning zombie makeup- something gruesome, something scary-

He’d never - in a million years - have predicted the resurgence of sexy killer clowns-

But he simply hadn’t been paying much attention. Because, despite ‘It’ being years old, when the group of friends come out of the dressing trailer in costumes, one of them is fully decked out as Hoshiwise the Dancing Clown. 

Taking a look around the circle, Seungcheol compares his costume to everyone elses, eyes skipping over the attention whore practicing his stupid little dance-

Minghao and Jeonghan are in suit and tie apparel, faces done up in clown makeup that accentuates their smiles and regal bone structures. 

Cheol’s never been jealous of the tall, scary thin man body type before- but he has to admit how much he wishes he would have been type cast as a front of house, sexy joker.

Next is Vernon, who looks the most like an actual clown, makeup done, in a mismatched, vibrant but darkly coloured, shabby suit, and a stupid little party hat on his head- 

When his eyes meet Cheol’s, Vernon flashes the biggest, stupidest, scariest grin the elder has ever seen- and Seungcheol tears his gaze away. 

Like the whole cast of people, Wonwoo and Joshua, who will man the second floor of the small house they’ll be running, are in dark colours. 

The former is in a dark grey straight jackety type outfit, but his arms are free, and his face is red joker lipped, with black circles around his eyes. In the dark of the night next to the trailer, Seungcheol can already tell Wonwoo will be a hit at scaring teens shitless. 

Joshua, however, looks more like a scary clown doctor than patient, fitting with the upstairs theme of psycho clown asylum… which is a concept Seungcheol has honestly never heard of.

He wishes he could have been a sexy asylum clown, though.

He wishes he could be anything other what he’d been chosen to be-

But alas, the first floor needed big guys like him and Mingyu to play into the theme of killer circus. 

Seungcheol hates the mute tone onesie fit he’s been forced into, with it’s frilly collars- but he’d been promised a chainsaw-

Seungcheol thinks his outfit is the worst of the bunch.

But then Mingyu comes out of the trailer in a horrible clown mask and a similar outfit to Seungcheol’s, babbling while tugging on the silicon about how the makeup artist had said he was “too cute to scare anyone and had to cover his face”- and suddenly Seungcheol doesn't hate his costume so much. 

2: thin man clown

“Well look what we have here,” Jeonghan says smoothly when you come out of the funhouse five minutes into the start of your shift. “It’s a smiley clown.”

You’re dressed in muted yellows, a three piece shabby suit like himself, but more clowny- a big mustard and cream coloured smile drawn on your face. 

“I’m happiness,” you tell him, adjusting your checkered trousers. “There’s three of us girls doing emotions. Sadness and Anger are inside tonight, and I get to be out here with you guys.”

“Lucky us,” Jeonghan breathes, although he really doesnt give a shit about his location partner Minghao, nor Hoshi and Vernon, who are yet to take off to terrorize park guests with clownery. 

“I like your costume,” you note, and for a moment, Jeonghan can imagine you’re talking just to him… but then your eyes shift to the others. “Hoshiwise is iconic.”

“Yes,” the man in question agrees, eyes lighting up as he jumps into a funny position, mimicking the motion from the movie, as well as the quote, bastardized; “I’m Hoshiwise the dancing clown!”

Beside him, Vernon flashes a massive, fake smile, and it makes Jeonghan chuckle at the spectacle.

He’s glad you’re all out here this year.

As one of the elder members of the frat crew that partakes in horror, he might not get many more chances at something like this. 

“Look everyone,” Jeonghan stands up straighter, gaze shifting past Hoshi, “people.”

The gates to the theme park must have opened just minutes ago, and already, customers are beginning to flood towards the strip of haunted mansions. 

Hoshi and Vernon dart off, their shift as nomadic clowns of terror truly begining. 

There’s a group of five teenagers, who approach the clown house with determined expressions. 

They’ll be the first customers of the night, and as they move past Jeonghan, eyes fixed on Minghao by the entrance, the elder lunges a little, easily spooking three of the teens, who scream and jump away.

The laughter that errupts out of you next makes Jeonghan’s skin tingle. 

You’re behaving downright unhinged, chasing after the frightened group- a perfect version of happy on drugs, happy on steriods- 

Or maybe you just have a drug like effect on Jeonghan, who relishes in manning the entrance to the fun house with you. 

Part of your job is to laugh at him, to laugh at his jokes, to laugh at customers and be a little crazy- but Jeonghan can tell you’re also simply enjoying yourself. 

Your laugh is the sweetest fucking sound in the world to him, and when things begin to slow down, Jeonghan finds himself standing next to you, admitting, “I like smiling clowns,” in reference to you.

You simply grin, nudging your shoulder against his own. “I like smiling clowns too.” 

3: doctor clown

Joshua is just setting up for night two of running the second floor of the clown house when you enter the room in the red outfit of angry clown.

The man dressed as a psycho clown doctor has to take a moment to recollect himself, to remember to breathe, because you look good enough to eat-

“Hey Joshie,” you great him with a smile, fidgeting with one of the puffy cuffs on your wrist that match your outfit- a very clownesque muted maroon onesie. “The girls and I are rotating through emotions, and I’m Anger tonight.”

“I can see that,” Joshua says, swallowing thickly. “It looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” you beam. “So listen- I heard you guys were doing some improvised erm- throwing around yesterday?”

“What?”

“Like, you would throw Anger around and sort of play off of that?” you clarify, searching Joshua’s eyes in a way that’s highly distracting for him-

“Right- yeah,” Joshua licks his lips. “Near the end of the night. It worked out- people were a little shocked by it.”

“Shock is good!” you grin. “I was thinking that I don’t mind being thrown around, and we added some padding under this onesie, so you don’t have to be gentle.”

“I don’t, huh?” Joshua’s heart lurches to his throat, and he can’t help the way his voice dips at the notion-

“Uh huh,” you nod enthusiastically, obliviously. 

You have no clue how much of an effect you have on the men you surround yourself with. 

And you drive a steak right into Joshua’s heart when you give him a cheeky grin and say, “Glad we had this talk. I’m gonna run off and tell Wonwoo.”

Then, you do, leaving Joshua in the dust.

4: straight jacket clown

At first, when you’d told Wonwoo it would be alright for him to throw you around, it had made him want to groan in frustration.

But then, once doing it, once getting into the scene of being a crazy psycho clown throwing around a smaller, angrier, little maroon clown- it had been something like fun and games.

You’d dart here and there, in and out of the upstairs rooms where Wonwoo and Joshua prowled, scaring the shit out of anyone coming through the space-

However, as the night starts to wind down, Wonwoo begins to note a loss of energy in your movements. 

When you run at him, and he easily tosses you to the wall, throwing you in a way that makes you narrowly miss a screaming teenager, he sees that you take a second to recuperate, and it makes him falter.

He keeps a close eye on you for the remaining thirty minutes of the night.

When the house officially closes, and the lights get turned back on, Wonwoo is quick to find you.

“You did good tonight,” he says, as you, he and Joshua walk through the upstairs space, closing windows and setting things right. “Hope we weren’t too rough.”

As the words come out, Wonwoo’s eyes meet Joshua’s, and there’s an unspoken understanding that’s passed between them.

“Not too rough,” you’re quick to assure the two, accepting the water bottle Wonwoo extends. “And I have padding remember?” you pat at the onesie- “But, I am getting hot-”

“Must be excited to get out of that thing,” Joshua notes, “Cheol’s been bitching about how hot the onesie costumes are.”

“Yeah, it’s one of the reasons Anger, Sadness and Happiness had to do rotations,” you say with a laugh, “the girl who played Anger last night was not impressed.” 

“She didn’t seem too impressed last night,” Wonwoo grins with you.

“Can’t understand why-” you breathe, reaching behind yourself to tug down the onesie zipper, exposing your shoulders and a black tank top below, “Who wouldn’t want a job being thrown around by two strong guys in sexy clown outfits, even if it means getting a little hot?”

Wonwoo watches the way you tie the two onesie arms around your waist, keeping the outfit up, before you drink from the water bottle. 

He watches the way you swallow, then let out a shaky breath, laughing as you look between them. 

“What?”

They’ve been caught staring, something that happens with some frequency, although you dont seem to have been able to put the puzzle pieces together yet-

“Nothing,” Wonwoo breathes, running a hand through his dark hair. 

He needs a shower- needs a shower and maybe some good porn-

“So we’re done night number two,” Joshua announces, easily changing the subject. “Tomorrow is going to be insane.”

Tomorrow is Halloween, and your friends will be coming through the house. 

Tomorrow you’ll be rotating again, down to the first floor as Sadness, if Wonwoo’s not mistaken, and he’d hardly even savoured the act of throwing you around- 

He doesn’t just need a shower and some porn, he needs a god damned release. 

5: masked clown

It’s the final night of the three night horror theme park, and Mingyu has just about had it with the whole thing- 

Until you walk through the front door dressed as a cute, sad, little blue clown, ready to join he and Scoups on the first floor of the funhouse- 

And then- well,  things are maybe worth it.

Maybe. 

Mingyu still has to wrestle with his mask a little - the discusting, fowl smelling, sticky, hot, cap of plastic that the makeup artist had handed him on day one- just to see you properly.

He’s not minded the eye holes being a little messy thus far, but now that it’s impeding on his ability to see you- he’s getting more frustrated than ever. 

Mingyu doesnt even get a chance to talk to you before Seungcheol is revving his fake chainsaw to life, and the show is starting, patrons of fear walking through the front door. 

Unlike the past two nights, there’s an intriguing calmness that Mingyu feels to be working the first floor of the house with you- as opposed to one of the other girls who’ve rotated through as emotions. 

Sadness’s schtick seems to revolve around shadowing people as they walk through the space, and releasing haunting wails of desperation.

Every time Mingyu jumps out at a group of teens, just to have them turn the other way and bump right into you- it makes the experience more fun, and more scream-full too, as one of his Canadian friends would say. 

Mingyu can feel his heart racing faster and faster in his chest, as the night goes on; can feel the sticky humidity of the mask against his face- 

But none of that matters, especially not when a familiar crew of people come walking through the door. 

Seungkwan and DK have quite specific screams, and the sound fills the house, along with the revving of Seungcheol’s chainsaw- then the noise enters Mingyu’s designated clown layer. 

The man in the mask gets a blurred glimpse of the huddled group of his friends before lurching at them, earning more screams-

Mingyu is surprised when Woozi allows Mingyu to grab him, accepting death instead of jumping out of the way like Jun, who is as quick as a deer, with wide eyes- 

And then you’re releasing a loud wail, having appeared behind the group- 

Dino jumps at the noise, and is the next to run away, letting out a blood curling screetch before grabbing onto Dk to haul ass away from Mingyu-

Woozi simply screams in Mingyu’s grasp, the short, beefy, often stoic friend turning into a complete baby in the face of clown mayhem. 

Even through his mask, Mingyu can see the glint in your eye, the spark of enjoyment as you take off to chase the others, focusing in on the squealing DK-

Mingyu has hated working in a haunted house- 

But he could get used to seeing you excited. 

6: sad, silly, stupid, little, baby clown

You can’t believe your last shift is done- can’t believe it’s Halloween and that the spooky season is nearly over. 

As you walk through the haunted house, heading to join your friends where they must be unwinding outside by the trailer, you’re struck with an overwhelming sadness, and it’s not just because of your blue costume.

You’ve been having the best three days ever-

In a fun house, scaring the shit out of people, surrounded by some of the hottest men you know, dressed as scary fucking clowns- 

Clown Fucker isn’t a label you would have necessarily given yourself a week ago, but you’ve been drooling for your friends for three days straight- 

And you’ll be damned if you can’t admit that to yourself.

Even now, walking to where you know they’ll be, your heart is thundering heavily in your chest. 

Because the past two nights, ending up by your cars, out back between the trailer and the forest on the edge of town, you’ve watched your friends let loose and relax in their clown outfits after long shifts of work-

And the view has always been- spectacular.

Seungcheol in particular- he and Gyu have been having a rough go of it on the first floor, and you hadn’t understood why it had been so hard until joining them this evening- 

Watching the way they used their sheer body size and mass to appear scarier had made it make sense- as well as the heavy chainsaw and their stuffy apparel. 

Gyu had pulled his rubber mask off the moment the night had ended and the lights had gone back on, and you’d watched the glowing frat boy down an entire water bottle, panting like a man who’d just fucked a girl silly-

And Cheol? Out back, behind the trailer, still hot from work, Cheol is comfortable undoing his onesie, tying it around his waist like you had on day two, and going bare chested, showing off sculpted muscles and pretty skin that’s seemingly impervious to the night’s cool temperature.

You’re practically skipping by the time you make it around the trailer to join your friends to find they’ve already busted out a pack of beer. 

You watch the way Seungcheol tosses cans at his friends, and you notice on your approach that there are a few people missing.

“Where’s Hoshiwise?” you ask Wonwoo as you come to stand next to him, eyes scanning the clowns in your vicinity.

“He went home.”

“Went home?” you frown. “What about celebrating Halloween?”

“He’s definitely celebrating,” Wonwoo says with a sleak, knowing smile.

You watch the way Jeonghan and Wonwoo exchange glances, and you know you’re missing something. 

“Celebrating?” you push.

“His fuck buddy has a thing for clowns,” Jeonghan tells you with a wave of his beautiful, long fingered hand.

You don’t blame her.

“Well-” you swallow, “what about Vernon and Minghao?” 

Jeonghan’s thin man counterpart and the creepiest smiley clown are also nowhere to be seen.

“They were tired,” Seungcheol answers, closing the hatchback to his subaru before leaning back against the bumper. “As much as they like horror, we all know Minghao and Vernon prefer it in little hits.”

“So what’s Mingyu still doing here then?” you tease, throwing your attention to the tall, gloriously beautiful man nursing his beer by the hood of his truck. 

Your group bursts into snickers, and even in the moonlight, you can see Mingyu’s skin heat a pretty shade of pink. He rubs the back of his neck, forcing a smile as he says, “I like horror.”

Seungcheol scoffs loudly, and there’s another chorus of chuckles, because everyone knows  Mingyu does not like horror. 

“Seriously Gyu,” you say with a grin, “why did you sign up for this?”

It’s a direct question, and everyone quiets down, putting pressure on Mingyu who folds under it all.

He begins to stammer, “I- well, you know- I-” and then he takes a sip of his beer, “I told you, I like horror.”

Seungcheol scoffs even louder this time, shaking his head, and just like the exchange between Jeonghan and Wonwoo earlier around the Hoshi comment, you know there’s a secret nobody is telling you about Mingyu.

“Come on,” you laugh, looking at Joshua and Jeonghan for help before casting your gaze to Gyu. “There’s obviously something you guys know that I don’t.”

Your met with shrugs, and a lack of eye contact, which is infuriating. 

“You know-” you sigh, “when my cousin first introduced me to you guys at the frat, and told me you were good dudes, I thought he was right. Because you guys have welcomed me in, have taken care of me even after he graduated- and yet, I’m still never going to be a frat boy- there’s always going to be inside things that I don’t know-”

“It’s not like that,” Jeonghan tries to assure you, but his words trail off, and he shakes his head, looking down.

“So what’s it like?” you ask. “Because it feels like you all know something, and I’m the only one in the dark.”

“We’re all in the dark, Squeak,” Seungcheol says, pointing up at the night sky.

“Don’t do that- don’t ‘Squeak’ me, not right now,” you roll your eyes, hating the way the name always effects you, especially tonight, when everyone is still dressed like sexy, murderous clowns-

“Are the other two emotion girls going to join us?” Wonwoo asks suddenly, nudging his shoulder against your own. “We don’t wanna get into frat secrets if others will be showing up.”

It feels like an excuse, and when you tell the group that the two girls who played Happiness and Anger today have already gone home, you watch the way everyone exchanges another glance.

“Ok, for real,” you pout, “there’s something all of you know, and I’m gonna need you guys to tell me.”

“Or what?” Joshua asks with a laugh. 

“I think she’s gonna cry if we don’t tell her,” Jeonghan answers smoothly, eyes assessing you over the rim of his can of beer. “Squeak already looks like she’s on the verge of tears- annoying little thing, huh?”

“She’s just upset that our three nights of horror work are over,” Joshua responds, with just as much confidence in his voice.

“Is that what it is, Squeak? You feeling a little upset in general? A little blue?” Jeonghan’s attention is fixed on you now, looking up and down the sexy - sad - clown costume you’re wearing. “What ever happened to my smiley clown?”

Wonwoo and Seungcheol chuckle at the way Jeonghan is teasing you, and it only frustrates you more, prompting you to cross your arms over your chest and truly pout out your lip. “You’re not being nice.”

“Gonna stamp your foot for us, baby?” Joshua coos, and the term of endearment feels so natural- “Gonna pout like the sad little clown you are?”

“Josh.” 

The word of warning comes from Seungcheol, and there’s another silent exchange through a glance that has you questioning yourself and your relationship with this group of dudes. 

“You guys suck,” you state dramatically. “I’m going home.”

“No you’re not-” Wonwoo’s hand latches onto your forearm as you turn to storm off, and he tugs you back to him, holding out his beer, “Here, drink this.”

“Are you guys trying to get me drunk now?” you look around the circle of men, and no one says anything. “I still want to know the inside secret,” you muse after taking a sip of the beer. “If no one starts talking- I’m gonna assume Mingyu came out tonight because he has a crush on me.”

At first, it’s meant to be a joke, but when every clown in your vicinity stays dead quiet- you realize you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“No-” you shake your head, “no way-” your eyes turn to the tall, puppylike philosophy major, and you see how pink his cheeks are- “Really!? Mingyu- are you guys for real?”

“You seem excited, Squeak” Joshua notes, and when you look to him, you see how stony his gaze is.

“I’m just-” you take a breath- quickly looking around the circle of hot men that you’ve been too scared to truly flirt with- “no one’s ever signed up for a whole ass job just to be close to me before-”

“No one?” Wonwoo asks-

There’s another exchange of glances, another shared secret that you’re eager to jump on. 

“No way- who else?” Your heart is thundering in your chest.

Wonwoo stiffens. “What?”

“I said ‘no one’s done this for me before,’ you echoed ‘no one,’ which implies more people have, and I’m looking at a group of dudes who all just spent three nights running a haunted house with me, so tell me Wonwoo- who else is here to try their luck at all of this?” 

You motion to yourself, fully aware of the fact that you’re still decked out as a sad, blue clown. 

“Take a guess,” Jeonghan grins, looking as happy as ever to have his friends put on the spot-

You don’t miss the way Seungcheol elbows him, letting out a guttural sound of annoyance before opening his hatchback to grab another beer. 

He won’t look at you, even when you announce his name for everyone to hear. 

Cheol simply closes the trunk, cracks open his drink, and leans back against the bumper to take a sip. 

You watch the way he swallows, watch the way he rubs the back of his hand against his mouth, smearing some of the remnants of maroon and white paint. 

He shrugs, stating, “you caught me,” and your heart practically stops- only for it to lurch to your throat when he continues, “you caught all of us, Squeak.”

Now everyone is looking at you, and you find yourself looking back.

There’s Wonwoo, who you’ve always found to be sexy in a mysterious kind of way.

Then Jeonghan, who knows just how to push your buttons-

And Joshua, who had you in a daze just yesterday after throwing you around a little.

Mingyu is an absolute baby, and you adore him-

Seungcheol is a little more surprising though. He’s been your ‘oppa’, your protector, and your friend since the first night your cousin introduced you to him, and during that first meating, you’d thought he’d solidified himself in the friend zone- he’d seemed to love it there-

It’s a shock to think that all this time- he’s been interested in you.

It’s a shock to think that all of them have been into you- and not one of them thought to tell you. 

“So…” you swallow thickly, “is there some bro code about how a group of guys like you sorts out who gets the girl, or… were you just never gonna tell me that I have options.”

“Options, huh?” Seungcheol chuckles, “is that all we are to you? Just gonna choose your favourite?”

“Not without trying you all out first,” you grin wickedly.

Wonwoo groans next to you, shifting. “You can’t say things like that, Squeak-”

“Really? But I just did?” you play innocent, even as your heart continues to thunder against it’s cage. 

“Can’t say things like that, and not follow through, is what he means,” Jeonghan says with a sly grin. “Look everyone, my smiley clown is back- you like the thought of that, huh, Squeak? Can’t just say stuff like that and not follow through-”

“She can back out,” Seungcheol interjects, “if she doesn’t think she could take it.”

And the it in question seems to be the cocks of five of your best friends. 

“I can take it,” you state, as determined as ever.

“Cute,” Joshua smile sweetly, “she thinks it’s gonna be easy.”

“We all know our little Squeak has a tendency to get her hands full,” Jeonghan muses, “just didn’t think you’d be this greedy, baby.”

“Right, because I’m the greedy one,” you roll your eyes. “Even though all five of you have been openly thirsting over me - to each other -  for… how long?”

“A while,” Mingyu answers your question from where he’s tensed by his truck.

“A while,” you repeat, throwing your hands up. “Great!” 

“We didn’t want to creep you out,” Wonwoo says softly.

“Really?” you look his costume up and down. “You guys don’t seem to have a problem creeping other people out- and you didn’t have a problem throwing me around yesterday-”

A chorus of “What?”s run through the circle.

“Oh, you guys didnt hear?” you blink. “On the second floor, Joshua and Wonwoo were having fun throwing Anger around and into walls-”

“Are you two crazy?” Mingyu asks in shock.

“It was Anger number one’s idea-” Wonwoo is quick to defend himself.

“And Anger number two loved it,” Joshua says, dark eyes meeting your own, “didn’t you, Squeak?”

 “She did,” Wonwoo answers before you get a chance, and he turns his body to look at you when he says, “you were in a daze last night near the end of it, needed a bit of after care.”

He’d definitely been more attentive than normal last night- and now that you think of it, other details of behaviour are starting to make sense too.

“Are you guys really all into me?” you ask, scared that it has to be a lie.

“We are,” Seungcheol confirms with a sigh and swig of his drink.

“And it’s not just because I’m a sexy, sad clown?” you question. “When I take this outfit off, you’re still gonna think I’m hot?”

“Oh Squeak,” Jeonghan smiles fondly, “we all know that even when you take the outfit off, you’re still gonna be our sexy, sad little clown. That’s just who you are.”

“Really?”

“Of course,” Joshua’s the next to reassure you. “Our cute, horror loving, cry baby.”

There’s a beat of silence then;  “Should we give her something to cry about?” 

Jeonghan’s words hang heavy in the cold October air. 

You eagerly wait for someone’s thoughts, and you don’t have to wait long.

“I think she’ll start crying regardless,” Seungcheol responds lowly. “Sad, sensitive, little clown who’s gonna cry when we do touch her, and cry when we don’t.”

You’ve always known Cheol has a dark side- you’ve heard him give tongue lashings to pledges being stupid before, but being the victim of his degrading words is different-

Your skin tingles with interest-

“Are you really gonna fuck me so good that I cry?” you blink, body already beginning to become overwhelmed- flooded with endorphins that are making your skin practically sing now-

“Squeak,” Jeonghan laughs, “that was never in question.”

“You’re good with being outside?” Wonwoo asks while taking your drink from you, setting it on the ground next to his own empty can.

“Outside is okay-” you nod. “I think everyone’s gone home. The makeup trailer is locked, and I don’t think we’d all fit in any of these cars-” 

“Are you sure you want to do this, Squeak?” Joshua cocks his head to the side, draging his gaze up and down your body. “One sad little clown, taking five of us, outside, on Halloween-”

“I can take it,” you state, more forcefully than you had the first time.

“You keep saying that, but what is it, Squeak?” Jeonghan approaches you, holding his hands out. You allow him to take you into his embrace, spinning you to pin you with your back to his chest so you can look at the others when Jeonghan brings his mouth down to your ear, lips teasing your skin when he asks, “Who do you want to take first? And how?” 

He grinds against your ass, and you can feel his cock begining to harden in his pinstripe pants- you can feel your own wetness beginning to pool between your legs as the reality of the situation becomes clearer and clearer-

“Five of us, one of you,” Jeonghan’s breath teases your throat. “Choose the order, Squeak.”

“I get to choose?” you blink in surprise. 

Seungcheol lets out a chuckle. “Come on Jeonghan, clown baby enjoys being thrown around by Wonwoo and Joshie, you think she wants to choose what order we fuck her in?”

“I guess not,” the man behind you grabs your hips, tugging you backward so you can feel his cock again, “but, I thought I’d be nice and ask.”

“Squeak likes horror,” Cheol pushes off from his car, “we don’t need to be nice.” 

“So you’re just gonna full on dom her now?” Mingyu speaks up, frowning.

“Not everyone is a switch like you Gyu,” the eldest clown remarks. “Some girls just want to be fucked- isn’t that right, Squeak?”

You really really do- 

“And sad little clowns especially,” Cheol breathes, “they’re really looking to get it.”

He’s never talked this way in front of you, not really- and his words alone are enough to have you weak in the knees, so when you add the fact that Seungcheol is still dressed as a psycho killer clown- well, you’re panties are for sure going to be ruined after this.

Wonwoo’s still watching you, and he’s next to speak, reaching out a hand to pinch your chin, forcing your eyes to him when he notes, “You’re looking a little scared though, and not in a sexy way-” this earns a few laughs from others, who aren’t as clear as you are - by the way Wonwoo is looking at you - that he’s serious. “What are you thinking?”

“Just-” you let out a shaky breath, swallowing thickly. “Just- that, you guys must have a lot of patience, because- it’s not like I can take many of you at once-”

“Some of us mind watching more than others,” Seungcheol says, “isn’t that right, Gyu?”

“I’ve been good,” comes a mumbled response, and Wonwoo releases your chin so you can both look over his shoulder at the notorious scardy cat switch who’s honestly been trying his best-

“Maybe you both need a safe word,” Wonwoo clicks his tongue, gaze shifting to you once more. 

“How’s Hoshiwise sound as an immediate mood killer?” Jeonghan laughs behind you, fingers digging into your hips.

“Works for me,” you say while pushing your bum back against Jeonghan, who’s been continuing to tease you throughout all of this-

You’ve had enough of waiting for someone to really do something- and so far, Jeonghan’s the only one who’s touched you - other than a brief chin grab from Wonwoo - so you figure he’s a good person to start with.

Besides, you’d started this whole three day horror fest with Jeonghan, manning the entrance as Happiness, so it feels fitting.

It feels god damned natural to simply turn around in his grasp and grab his face, pressing your lips to his. And the way he immediately melts into it, body relaxing as his hands find your hips, tugging you even closer- it has your core tingling with interest.

Jeonghan’s tongue slips across your lip, prompting you to open your mouth for him, and the kiss deepens, earning a groan from you both-

Someone laughs in your ear, and then another form is pressing against yours, a warm chest boxing you in at your back. 

You’re very much enthralled with Jeonghan, but there’s something on the periphery of your mind telling you it’s not Wonwoo behind you, even though he was within touching distance when you’d begun kissing Hannie- 

No, the rough hands that tug at your costume, smoothing along the front of your corset- these definitely don’t belong to Wonwoo, who had managed to be gentle even when grabbing your chin earlier.

“You’ve got no padding tonight, baby,” Joshua’s breath is hot by your throat, “still gonna let us throw you around a little?”

You groan against Jeonghan, breaking your kiss to nod frantically. You have one hand still gripping the front of Jeonghan’s dress shirt, and you reach behind you with the other, grasping onto Joshua so he can’t move away. 

The words that escape you next come from god knows where-

“Want you to use me.”

“Fuck-” Jeonghan lets out a shakey laugh.

“Did you guys all hear that?” you can feel Joshua smile against your throat, taking in a breath before saying loudly enough for everyone to catch; “Sad little clown really just wants to be used tonight.”

“Bet she’s wet already,” Jeonghan swallows, locking eyes with you as he addresses his friends, “should we check?”

“Jeonghan-” you whimper his name, a silent plea exchanged in a look, and then your friend is complying. 

He slips his hand between your bodies, manuevering through the layers of tulle skirt you’re wearing to reach the crotch of your tights and panties- 

The groan he lets out confirms you’ve soaked through two layers of clothing, and the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clothed entrance has you whining loudly, swiveling your hips in an attempt to get more pressure-

“What a cute little whore for us,” Joshua says fondly, one hand moving up to grasp the swell of your breast, excentuated by the corset. “You’re focused on Hannie, but you should know…” his lips press to your throat, “Gyu’s going crazy watching this.”

“He can wait,” Jeonghan states, pupils blown with lust, “I can’t.”

“So you’re going first?” Joshua scoffs.

“She picked me first,” the man with his hand between your thighs insists. “Isn’t that right, Squeak?”

Jeonghan looks so sexy- a mischevious glint in his eye and his smile accentuated by skeletal clownery that’s now been quite smudged- 

How could you ever say no to him?

You find yourself nodding eagerly, ready to do anything that’s gonna get you over the nearest horizontal surface-

“She said she couldn’t take many of us at once- I feel like she could take two.” Joshua’s breath is hot against your neck, voice dipping when he asks, “You could take two, right, Squeak?”

“I-” your heart lurches to your throat-

“One in your pussy, one in your mouth,” Joshua continues. “As much as we’d all love to see our pretty little clown cry, I think we can all tell you’re not open to butt stuff, and that’s okay Squeak, we can work with that.” 

They know you well - can read you without you needing to say a word - and it’s intoxicating. 

“You’re sure no one’s gonna come see?” you ask as Jeonghan and Joshua fly into motion, pressing your body back against Wonwoo’s prized impalla-

“No one’s gonna come see,” the stoic man watching you with dark eyes notes as you’re manhandled onto the hood of his car- “the theme park closed a while ago, everyone’s out partying Squeak, it’s just us out here.” 

“So you can be as loud as you want,” Jeonghan adds, eyes fixed to your core while he pushes your legs open.

“We’re gonna have to rip her tights,” Joshua says from where he’s standing shoulder to shoulder with his roommate-

Now you realize why these two are working so well together- 

They’ve probably done this before.

The thought brings mixed feelings- and a new eagerness to prove yourself-

But the men between your legs are practically drooling at the sight of you- and the rough way Joshua grabs the crotch of your tights to tear them open is proof enough of how deep into this they are too.

Jeonghan drops to his knees, grabbing onto you and pulling you to the edge of the hood, where he buries his face in your panty covered core, groaning loudly and teasing at the fabric with his teeth and tongue-

A moan escapes you, and you reach down, burrying your fingers in Jeonghan’s hair to anchor yourself-

“You look so good, Squeak,” Wonwoo breathes, taking a seat on the hood next to you so he can reach out and trace his fingers across the swell of your breasts, still confined and plumped by the corset.

“She’s gonna look even better in a minute,” Joshu says, coming around the side of the old impala. “Lay down, Squeak, Jeonghan’s gonna work on you, and you’re gonna work on me.” 

The position is an interesting one, but you follow through, relaxing back against the metal and allowing the men to manuever you diagonally so your head can loll off the side of the hood- 

Joshua looks down at you, and you watch, licking your lips in preparation, as he undoes his belt-

The man between your thighs roughly tugs your panties to the side, and all of the sudden, his tongue is pressing flat to your core, licking a stripe that has you tingling with need-

“Jeonghan-” you whimper, wildly reaching for his hair again even as Joshua tugs his hard cock out of his pants. 

“Before I stuff your mouth-” Joshua says, “we should probably talk protection.”

Wonwoo laughs next to you, echoing the word “Probably.”

“I’m on the pill, but-”

“We’re still going to use condoms,” Seungcheol’s words cut though the October air, clear, controlled and authoritative.

“No messy clowns today?” Jeonghan groans against your pussy.

“Not here,” the same steady voice says. “Maybe back at the frat, but not here, Jeonghan.” 

“You can cum in my mouth though,” you tell Joshua, continuing to look up at him when you state; “I can swallow.”

Multiple groans of appreciation sound around you, and Joshua smiles fondly, “I’ll keep that in mind Squeak, now open up and say ah.”

You close your eyes as Joshua pushes into your mouth, relaxing your jaw and allowing the feeling of Jeonghan between your legs to take over. 

It feels good to be used- good to have one mouth on you while your mouth is on another. 

You can also feel the power of five sets of eyes glued to your form, five men - still dressed as killer clowns - who are all but worshiping you, on the night where ‘the viel between the world is apparently thinnest.’

There’s something sinful about being outside - under the full moon - but there’s something so right about it too. 

Joshua pushes into your mouth slowly, testing how deep he can go with you. 

His salty taste and musky smell only turn you on more, cock heavy as it burrows past your lips-

“She’s good at that.”

Wonwoo’s calm musing has your skin heating with pleasure, and his fingers brush by your breasts again-

Different digits slide into your core a moment later, and you groan around Joshua’s cock, enjoying the feeling of Jeonghan exploring your insides-

“There?” Jeonghan asks when he touches a spot that makes your toes curl. “Is that your spot, Squeak?”

Of course you can’t answer- Joshua makes sure of that, chuckling above you while thrusting his hips, cock hitting the back of your throat-

It doesn’t matter though, because Jeonghan’s question was rhetorical.

You’re sure he must be able to tell, by the squelching of your pussy around his fingers, that he’s found just the right button to push-

“I think Squeak is going to cum,” Jeonghan states loudly-

You hear a small commotion of sorts, a sharp “hey” from Jeonghan, his fingers freezing inside of you- then lips wrap around your clit, and you know for a fact that there’s a new person between your legs.

You reach blindly for the clown who’s now lapping at you, and your fingers glide through silky hair. When you tug gently, the person groans lewdly against your pussy, and you realize Mingyu’s given up on waiting.

Jeonghan doesn’t seem to mind though, as his fingers pick up their stroking of your gspot.

With two men between your thighs, a man in your mouth, and fingers still brushing past your breasts, you’re not sure where to focus.

The only thing you are sure of, is that you feel fantastic. 

“Come on Squeak,” Jeonghan’s voice invades your hazy thoughts. “You can cum for us- Gyu just wants a taste-”

You whine at his words, hips thrusting up to try to meet the face and hand working your pussy-

Joshua pulls out of your mouth suddenly, and you sputter a gasp, taking in a big gulp of air-

You’re man handled, propped up and told to “Watch them make you cum-”

So you do.

You whimper desperately, swiveling your hips as Jeonghan’s fingers quicken, brushing by the spot that has you trying to throw your head back-

“I said watch.”  

You force your lids open, and you’re eyes meet Mingyu’s, his tongue flicking at your clit while Jeonghan’s fingers work just under his mouth-

He looks so fucking needy- as desperate as you are, and it’s the final straw that throws you over, your pussy clamping down like a vice while waves of euphoria dazzle your body. 

“Fuck-” Jeonghan and Mingyu groan in unison, working you through your high- and the man with his fingers still pumping in and out of you is the one who announces “Squeak just squirted.”

When Jeonghan removes his hand from your core, Mingyu is quick to replace it, tongue pressing into your hole and going after you for all that you’re worth-

Just behind him, you see Seungcheol hand Jeonghan a condom, and another gush of arousal escapes you knowing you’re finally going to have something substantial in your pussy-

Joshua suddenly releases your shoulders, allowing you to fall flat to the hood again, your eyes widening in shock as you turn your questioning gaze up to the man still dressed as a psycho clown doctor.

“My turn.” 

Joshua guides his cock between your lips again.

You’re aware, as you begin to diligently suck on Joshua, that there’s yet another comotion between your legs. 

You know what’s coming, but it’s still something like a shock when a hand smooths by your thigh-

“If you need someone to stop while your mouth is full, tap twice,” - Seungcheol’s voice always captures your attention - “Got it, Squeak?”

You let out a groan, flashing a thumbs up that earns you a chorus of chuckles-

Then something hard is rubbing between your folds, and you brace yourself for the feeling of Jeonghan’s cock, which comes quickly thereafter, pushing into your wet hole.

“Fuck-” the man burried in your pussy lets out a strangled laugh, giving a test thrust as he coos the words “So fucking good-”

It feels crazy to have one of your friends in your mouth and the other in your core- but could something as good as this ever really be crazy?

“Squeak is so good, Josh is gonna cum just from her mouth.”

Wonwoo’s words make the man above you groan, cock pushing deeper with his next thrust, making your throat constrict around him, which earns an even louder sound of pleasure from above-

“She’s gonna love it when you cum, Josh,” Seungcheol adds, and you realize that they’re sort of taunting him. “Sad little cock whores always love cum- and we know Squeak is so eager to please.”

“Yeah she is,” Joshua grunts, hitting the back of your throat again- “Fuck, yeah- Yeah, I’m gonna cum.”

The man between your legs slows his thrusts, burying his cock inside of you while Joshua uses your mouth for his own release-

And when Joshua cums, you’re his good girl who swallows.

There are multiple sounds of appreciation from the men around you, and Joshua slips out from between your lips, looking down at you with an unreadable expression while he tucks himself back into his pants.

“Did you like that, Squeak?” he questions, adjusting the bloody lab coat he’s still wearing.

“Yes, doc- I loved it-” you whine, hardly able to even think as Jeonghan picks up his thrusts again-

There are a few snickers, and Wonwoo’s fingers brush by your breasts again. “Cute Squeak,” he breathes, “so deep in your head you’re calling Joshie doc-”

“She’d probably have called him daddy if he wasn’t in that stupid lab coat,” Seungcheol says, drawing your eyes to him. “Yeah, that’s right, baby, you thought you were being sly calling me oppa all these years, but I knew what was going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“If you knew all this time-” you groan, words caught in your throat when Jeonghan’s thumb finds your clit- “then why didn’t any of you say anything-”

“Too many of us like you, Squeak,” Wonwoo tells you softly.

“This isn’t too many-” you protest-

“You’re cock drunk, Squeak. Been feeling horny for days now- you don’t know what you’re saying-” Seungcheol laughs. “This is definitely too many.”

“Nuh uh-” you shake your head, “please-”

“Please what?” Wonwoo prompts with interest.

“I want-” you lick your lips-

“Needs someone in that mouth of hers,” Seungcheol says for you.

Mingyu steps forward- 

Only for Seungcheol to grab him by the shoulder, “Not you.” 

Wonwoo and Seungcheol exchange a glance- 

Then Jeonghan is letting out a groan; “Fuck it, I’ll be in her mouth- bet it feels so good- dont want to cum in this condom anyways.” 

As soon as Jeonghan pulls out of your core, Mingyu is back on you, and you’re enthralled with the way he’s so eager to get to his knees- 

Your hands tangle in his hair and you relax back against the cool car hood, pushing your hips up to meet his wet tongue-

When Jeonghan is in position, you hang your head back again, opening your mouth and accepting your fate.

Jeonghan’s not as rough as Joshua, but he’s closer to cumming that Joshua had been when he started, so there’s a haste in his movements, and a whiney note to his voice when he praises you.

The tongue lapping at your folds is suddenly gone, and when a cock replaces it, you have no idea who is between your legs- 

Which only turns you on more.

The hands that caress by your thighs are familiar though, and you’re sure - by the way he enters you slowly - that the man fucking you now, is Wonwoo. 

“I want to take this off,” his voice confirms your suspicions and he tugs at the front of your corset, “but you’ll get cold-”

“Corset stays on.”

Seungcheol, the ever constant dom, stepping in to lay down rules-

Wonwoo doesn’t respond with anything more than an exasperated sigh, and then you feel him lean over your body, hot breath teasing the swell of your breasts as he rubs his face against you, inhaling deeply. 

“You always smell so pretty, Squeak,” Wonwoo notes, thrusting shallowly. “Even after a sad clown shift and having Joshie cum down your throat.”

“Fuck-” Jeonghan groans loudly, rutting into your mouth.

“You look pretty, too,” the man in your pussy continues, “our sad, stupid, little clown.” 

You can’t help the moan of exctacy that leaves you, skin tingling at the degradation- and the sound must go straight to Jeonghan’s cock because his movements falter, and he echoes your noise of pleasure, dick twitching-

“Keep sucking on Hannie, baby,” Wonwoo instructs, and then he’s gone from between your legs, Mingyu’s familiar tongue dipping into your heat a moment later before his lips latch to your clit-

You whimper desperately, thrashing against the two warm hands that pin your hips, and Jeonghan uses you for his release, thrusting while spurts of cum rope down your throat. 

It’s overwhelming to say the least- and you’re almost choking by the time Jeonghan pulls out of your mouth, but you swallow all the same, clearing your airway and taking a strangled gasp-

Mingyu’s mouth leaves your core and you let out a wail- only for it to turn to a squeak as Wonwoo fills you again-

Your vision is blurry, eyes teary with stimulation, and you peak out from under heavy lids at the sight between your legs.

Wonwoo is there, as you’d expected, and you note Mingyu still on his knees by Wonwoo’s right hip- he has one of your calves in his hands now, and he drags his lips against the fishnet, teasing at what skin he can reach-

“You close again, Squeak?” Wonwoo prompts with a quirked brow. “You look close.”

It’s the most you can do to manage a nod, pouting out your lip as if to say ‘please.’

“Can you cum without your clit being touched?” he asks, gaze dipping to watch as he fills you- in and out-

“I don’t-” you start to shake your head-

Wonwoo pulls out of you, and you’re in shock at the way he states “Don’t touch her clit, Gyu,” grabbing a fistful of his friend’s hair before guiding him to your core with as rough a hand as you’ve ever seen from him-

Had Wonwoo done this when Jeonghan came just a short while ago? 

Mingyu and Wonwoo are another pair of roommates-

And yet again, you should have fucking known better-

Not that their ability to work as a team is a bad thing- it’s just- 

You’ve squirted once already, and then you’d been on the edge when Jeonghan had cum- 

You’re not sure how many orgasms you can take, and you’re starting to realize Seungcheol may have been right when he said this is definitely too many people-

The thought is torn from you by the man between your legs. Mingyu’s tongue is big- like the rest of him you suppose- and it twists deliciously, tasting your walls, pressing as deep as he can go-

His nose brushes by your clit and you let out a squeak, coil in your stomach tightening-

“I told you not to touch her clit,” Wonwoo tugs Mingyu away from you, and you’re both left whining with unmet need-

“It was an accident,” Mingyu says, pouting as he’s pushed to the side so Wonwoo can fill you again.

“Too bad,” Wonwoo states. “You’ll get your turn in a second.”

The man - who’d spent a night tossing you around - easily captures your hips and tugs you towards him, hand finding the small of your back-

You know immediately what Wonwoo wants, and you throw your arms around his shoulders, smashing your lips to his while he ruts against you, the whole car rocking now-

His tongue invades your mouth, and for a moment you worry about the taste of his friends, but from the way Wonwoo growls and bites at your lip, you can tell he really doesn’t care. 

Each thrust has his cock hitting a spot that’s making your legs turn to jelly, and as your whines increase, Wonwoo’s thrusts get even harder, unil you’re breaking the kiss, allowing your sounds of pleasure to escape into the night air.

“That’s it,” Wonwoo’s breath is hot, fanning across your breasts before his hand finds your throat, forcing you flat against the hood of his car while the other hand slips between your legs, thumb pressing to your clit. “Come on, stupid little clown, cum for us.”

You feel tears of pleasure slip down your cheeks when you cum, orgasm exploding through you, hot and unrelenting.

Or maybe what’s unrelenting is Wonwoo, who also falls over the edge, the first of three to fuck your pussy to completion- 

and then keep fucking you-

Until you’re clawing at him, breathless, hands knotted up in the straps of his stupid assylum type straight jacket- 

Wonwoo doesn’t give you the satisfaction of finding his lips though; with a groan, he pulls off of you, stepping away to give a view to the two men still waiting.

Mingyu is practically bouncing at this point-

“You know what I think would be funny?” Jeonghan says, drawing eyes. “If Squeak tries to ride Mingyu.”

“She’s too tired,” Seungcheol is quick to defend you, scanning your form.

“Exactly- and look at Mingyu- if he had to bottom-” Jeonghan doesn’t even get a chance to finish his idea because Mingyu is shaking his head aggresively.

“No- nuh uh-” his desperate eyes shift to you, “Squeak wants to be filled, right? Come on- you’ll let me fill you properly, won’t you baby?”

Jeonghan can have his games, but you just want Mingyu, and you open your arms for him, letting out a whimpery, welcoming moan. 

Mingyu immediately begins fumbling with the stupid onesie clown costume he’s wearing, and a moment later, the whole thing is falling to the ground while his dick slaps up to his abdomen, causing the massive man to groan.

Joshua tosses Mingyu a condom, and you’re shocked that he’s able to catch it, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling the rubber inch after inch onto his length-

As Mingyu practically pounces on you, pushing your panties to the side so he can guide himself inside of your wet cunt, you find yourself looking at Seungcheol.

He’s been mostly quiet-

And you’re a little shocked that he’s going to be the last man you fuck out of your group of friends. 

Part of you had always sort of thought you might end up with Seungcheol one day, and you’re not sure what to make of his patience.

His expression is dark, and not just because of the clouds that have moved in front of the moon. 

His eyes are fixed on you, watching your expression as you give into the pleasure, whimpering and digging your nails into Mingyu’s shoulders while he finds a good pace-

“Jeonghan’s right,” Cheol says suddenly, a stubborn set to his jaw, “Squeak should ride him.”

“What?” both you and Mingyu ask in shock.

The other men just laugh, watching the interaction with amusement.

“I want to watch you ride him- do I have to repeat myself a third time?”

“Fuck-” Mingyu groans loudly, the first of the two of you to comply. 

Mingyu lifts you up and off the hood of the car with ease, only to do a ninety degree spin and flop back against the hood himself, earning a cuss from Wonwoo and a reminder not to dent anything-

You’re too busy sinking down on Mingyu to care much about Wonwoo’s restored impala, your gaze fixed on the beautiful man who’s now laying flat, skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, hands on your hips-

“Just like that-” Mingyu groans, eyes closing, head lolling back as you begin to bounce on him, your knees pressing against metal for leverage- “So good- so good-”

Your back is to the others now, and you’re aware that the tulle of your costume is covering most of the view in this position- but you’re also aware of the power of the visual-

You’re a sad, blue, crazy tulle clown, corset and all- riding one of the most beautiful men you know, on the hood of his best friends car, exposed to the cool night air, under the full moon of a Halloween night while four more men watch-

What could possibly be better than this?

You’re tired, Seungcheol had been right about that, but Mingyu’s still doing a lot of the work, his hips rutting up to meet you, his hands urging you to go up and down faster-

You lean back, resting your palms on Mingyu’s thighs while swiveling your hips, a moan of pleasure escaping you at the feeling of his large cock fitting so snuggly inside of your core-

Mingyu mirrors your sound, and then his hand is fumbling through your skirt, seeking out your clit-

Your core pulses with need as Mingyu rubs at your sensitive bud, and you swivel your hips harder-

“Fuck, you’re so tight-” Mingyu throws his head back again, rubbing at you harder-

“You’re so big-” you mewl back-

“I can’t-” Mingyu groans, brows pulled together in effort, “I-”

Then you’re rolling suddenly, back once more hitting the cold metal hood while Mingyu reclaims his top position, pistoning into you like a madman, hair tangled, his clown makeup more messy than anyone elses-

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Mingyu whines desperately. “Gonna cum with me, right?” His hand goes into the tulle again. “Please- cum with me-”

Your entire body tenses as the chord in your stomach snaps for a third time, nails digging into Mingyu’s bare shoulders-

His lips meet your frantically, all tongue and teeth and gasps of pleasure- 

He eats your sounds up, hips rutting wildly, working you both through orgasms that give you goosebumps-

And then, just like the others, Mingyu leaves you too soon-

Because there’s a final person on your roster, and he’s the one that no one really wants to make mad.

“Are you all going to just stand and watch?” Seungcheol asks, cutting through the thick tension as Mingyu pulls up his onesie and slumps against his truck, catching his breath.

“Definitly,” Jeonghan responds from where he’s sitting on the hood of his car, a beer in hand and a smile on his face.

“What? Like you’re shy?” Joshua scoffs from next to his roommate.

“You watch us, we watch you,” Wonwoo agrees with a nod and a sip of his beer.

“Oppa-” you whine, which immediately draws Seungcheol’s eyes. “I need-”

You make grabby hands, unable to move from your position on the hood of Wonwoo’s car. 

Words dont matter anymore, all that matters is getting Seungcheol to come and fuck you-

“Need more cock, Squeak?” Seungcheol laughs, approaching you to take up the spot between your legs, his hands gently rubbing from your knee down your thigh- “Four weren’t enough?”

“No, need yours too,” you state stubbornly, grabbing at the front of the clown onesie he’s wearing. “Off.” 

The frat president and part time chainsaw clown chuckles fondly, reaching up a hand to cup your face. 

“You’re really going to try to tell me what to do- looking the way you look right now?” he scoffs. “Cute.”

“Ok, then don’t fuck me,” you say, letting go of the fabric of his costume to lay back against the car, crossing your arms over your chest, “I’m sure Joshie and Hannie-”

“Joshie and Hannie,” Seungcheol echos, cutting you off with a shake of his head and a humourless laugh- then he grabs you by the chin, looking you in the eyes while growling “They had their turn, Squeak, it’s my time now.”

You swallow thickly, blinking at Cheol, who releases your face in favour of trailing his fingers down your body, toying with the corset briefly before dipping under the tulle to find your pussy.

Seungcheol lets out a pleased sound. “You are wet- your panties are soaked all the way through, you’re enjoying this a little too much, don’t you think?”

“No, daddy.” 

Seungcheol lets out a low groan, eyes flickering up to meet your own again. 

He takes a deep breath, and you watch his adam’s apple bob with effort when he swallows, clearing his throat. 

“I want to take my time with you, you silly little clown-” he admits fondly, “but daddy’s pent up from watching his friends get to enjoy you first.”

“So don’t take your time,” you suggest, reaching for his outfit again. “Be rough. Use me. Make me cum.”

“Don’t you care if I cum, Squeak?” he raises a brow.

“You will,” you assure him, “my pussy is magic- ask them.”

Seungcheol catches your hand as you wave it towards the others, and he catches your eye, giving a small shake to his head that tells you he’s fixed on ignoring his friends now.

“I’m not going to ask,” he tells you, “you’re gonna show me.”

“I am?” you cock your head in confusion.

“Yeah, you are,” he says, reaching behind his neck to undo the zipper of his onesie. 

You’re not sure exactly what he’s hoping for - you’re way too fucked out to be thinking coherently - so you slide your hand down to your pussy, fighting the tulle and pulling your panties to the side.

He’s right- you’re wet as fuck. 

Your fingers glide effortlessly past your clit, making you twitch as you dip them into your core-

Seungcheol’s watching you, pulling his onesie down, exposing his pretty chest-

When you curl your digits up, like Jeonghan had, your pussy makes that squelching sound again- a sound that used to make you embarrassed, but now- you see the effect it has-

Over Seungcheol’s shoulder, Joshua and Jeonghan lean in closer.

“Look daddy,” you coo breathlessly, working your fingers in and out gently, “I’m ready for you.” 

Seungcheol swallows before tugging his lip between his teeth, tearing open a condom package in his hands. “Yeah you are- fuck, you look so fucking perfect-”

“Then fuck me,” you whine, pouting like the sad, silly little clown you are.

His eyes meet yours briefly, and then one hand is cupping your thigh to his hip while the other guides his cock into you, making you both groan from the feeling of your wet core swallowing him up.

“Fuck-” Seungcheol groans. “You weren’t kidding about this magic pussy-”

“No daddy, I don’t kid,” you tell him, opening your arms, eager to have him closer-

Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle at the baby-esque way you’re talking, shaking his head before leaning over you, planting one hand on the hood of Wonwoo’s car for leverage while his lips meet yours. 

Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been fucked by four people already and are just- insanely horny, or maybe it’s the fact that it’s Cheol- but when you kiss him, you go all in.

You get lost in the feeling of him; the feeling of his tongue, the feeling of his cock-

And then one of his hands finds your throat, applying pressure that gets you dizzy within seconds-

You whimper deleriously, suckling on Seungcheol’s bottom lip and rutting your hips, looking for more friction-

“Needy Squeaky,” Jeonghan’s laughter makes your heart race harder, especially when others join in.

“Never heard a girl make sounds like this-” Mingyu agrees, and his words carry a note of praise as opposed to the hint of degradation Jeonghan’s had. “This is so hot-”

Seungcheol releases your throat, and you greedily gasp for air, clawing at his shoulder-

“Gonna cum?” he asks, breaking the kiss to look down at you. “If you’re clawing at my back, it better be because you’re gonna cum.”

“Yes, I-” you nod, eyes closed, body overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure-

“Really? You are? Just like that?” Seungcheol laughs. “Sad, silly, stupid little clown, cumming so fucking easy-”

“Yes- please-”

“You’re squeezing me like nothing else, Squeak-” Seungcheol groans, burying his face in your neck, his breath hot against your throat while his thrusts get rougher- “Gonna make daddy cum, yeah?”

“Yes-” you cry, “want you to cum so bad-” 

“You first,” Seungcheol pulls away from your neck, which is once more gripped by his strong hand, pressure- pressure-

“Fuck-” you claw at his forearm, eyes rolling into the back of your head- 

You’re so fucking close-

He releases your neck, and you’re flooded with lightheadedness, body short circuting, pussy clamping down on Seungcheol’s length.

“Yes, Squeak, just like that” Seungcheol growls, pressing his lips to yours to eat up your sounds while he mirrors you with groans of his own, hips faltering with effort-

“Please, please, please-” you hear yourself repeating over and over- but you’re not sure what you’re even begging for at this point.

You’re seriously lost in a pleasure fog that’s all encompassing, and the man fucking you is your only anchor back to reality.

He slowly pulls you back to Earth as his hips lose momentum, and you find yourself laying flat on the hood of Wonwoo’s car, trying to catch your breath, your eyes closed-

“Look at her,” Joshua’s voice feels distant.

“Not a single thought in that pretty little head of hers,” Jeonghan agrees. “Our sad, stupid, little, baby, squeaky clown.”

“You know,” Joshua sighs, “I always thought you had a things for smiley clowns- what’s with this whole sadness kink?”

“What can I say?” Jeonghan’s response is as nonchalant as ever; “Giving squeak something to cry about has changed me.”

You’re pretty sure it’s changed all of you, but as Seungcheol recollects himself, pulling out of your pussy with a grunt- you decide that’s a bridge to cross another night.

Right now, all you really need, is a nap. 

One of the last things you hear - as Wonwoo helps his roommate tuck you into his car - is Mingyu breathlessly noting “This was the best Halloween ever” and you couldn’t agree more.

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You wake up in a familiar bed, your face buried in a pillow that smells like protection- like Seungcheol, and the memories of the night before hit you in hazy, lazy waves.

You shift under the duvet, and your muscles practically scream at you, causing you to release a groan of pained pleasure. 

“Good morning, silly, little clown.”

The deep voice sounds from behind you, and you flip around, coming face to face with the owner of the bed you’re currently in.

Seungcheol’s shirtless, on his side, head propped up in a hand- and he’s smiling the most fondest smile you’ve ever seen, eyes glowing with warmth- 

You have to break your gaze just to think coherent thoughts, and you let out another groan, burying under the duvet in an attempt to escape- 

Last night, you’d thought you could put off dealing with this- but you hadn’t expected to wake up in Seungcheol’s bed- hadn’t expected to pass out after getting fucked by five of your friends, only to be carried back to their frathouse-

“Cute, Squeak,” you hear Seungcheol sigh, his hands reaching out for you, pulling you to his chest even as you continue to wallow just out of sight, “acting all shy today.”

You let out an annoyed groan before popping your head out from under the covers, making you nearly nose to nose with the frat president. “I’m not shy, I’m just thinking.”

“Really? You’re thinking?” Seungcheol acts shocked. “You were such a babbling little mess of a clown last night after we fucked you-” his hand gently grabs your throat, thumb stroking your jugular, “part of me was worried you’d never recover.”

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[duhnova]

Your thoughts/thots series is everything! If you feel like it, could you please do Vernon, DK and Wonwoo? Thank you so much!

hii here’s a link to vernon’s and dk’s ! and i’ll do wonwoos down below ^^

soft & fluffy:

- a love language of his towards you would be gift giving! he’ll be out and about doing his own thing when he’d see something that reminded him of you and he just had to get it for you (and it could be a small little trinket to something really expensive that he noticed you eye a second longer than normal that he had to go back for later on)

- sweet nothings and words of affirmation are big with him (both giving and recruiting i think). he loves watching the way you get all shy and giggly as he tells you how pro our he is of you and that he loves you so very much (and if you do it back to him he’s the same way where he gets all shy and smiley and he’ll try to hide away in his hoodie which’ll only make you keep going)

- he loves to be in your presence, whether you two are cuddling or if you’re on opposite sides of the room as long as you’re there he’s content (he always says your presence calms him down which is why he’ll call you if you two are apart for long periods of time, just having you on the phone grounds him)

- hand holding and kisses are big with him!! (but secretly he enjoys reviving them more then giving them and it’s not really a secret but he likes to pretend it is), the way he’ll lowkey short circuit if you initiate the hand holding AND if you randomly decide to kiss his knuckles or finger tips (or especially his ring) he will lose all sense of stability

thotty:

- car sex!!! car sex!!!! CAR SEX!!!! ok look, something about it just drives him crazy (especially if it’s right after you two got done doing something important - like attending a work gala or having lunch with your family) he can’t help but push his seat back and have you ride him, or push your face down into the backseat, or bend you over the hood of the car and fuck you that way (something primal just comes out of him when he gets the chance to fuck you in or on the car)

- if you wear pretty lace for him i will tell you right now it won’t be in one piece anymore when he gets his hands on you. he loves the way it looks on you and the way it feels when he’s ripping it off of you (and the way goosebumps litter your skin while you whimper has him going feral), he’ll always buy you more later as an apology (not that it lasts long, sometimes you’ll model things for him before you buy them and he’s taking you back to the car afterwards to fuck you dumb)

- he is an ass man i feel, he loves back shots, he loves to spank it and bite it and mark it up (god his thrusts can be bruising fr and when he sees them in the morning it has him apologizing but also getting hard again), also leave it up to this man to leave his literal hand prints on your ass/thighs from spanking it so hard (and he’d lowkey grab at it and squeeze it if you’re out in public, but only if he knows no one is looking - though i feel like the guys have caught him once or twice and they have never let him live it down)

- hair puller!! he loves to pull on your hair or have his own hair pulled, it’s just something about the way your back arches if he pulls yours while he’s fucking you from behind.. and if you’re face to face and you pull his hair you best believe he’s groaning lowly and his eyes roll a little, and maybe just maybe he drools a tiny bit (bonus points if his glasses are still on because he’s too lazy to take them off, and he knows you like them on anyways, and they slide down his nose a little or get knocked around cause you’re tugging on his hair so hard)

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo fluff #seventeen fluff #— [🍒] nova answers

[fentibeauty]

being hood!riri’s girlfriend as a tall black woman.

• being 5’8 and dating riri’s little ass causes hella eyes and comments about y’alls relationship.

outsiders always gave sides eyes and whispers as they walked pass you guys, which didn’t go unnoticed by you two. at first you were insecure about it at first but riri always assured you everything was okay.

• there were the noisiest people who would ask questions they had no business asking.

“riri how can you handle all of that? your little ass.” one of her homeboys asked. “mmcht, nigga mind your business when it comes to me and mines. i handle her just fine.” riri smirks to herself.

“sis, can she even pleasure you right?” a friend of yours asked. “yes she can. real good too.” you leaned your head to the side with a goofy look.

• riri definitely made the first move.

she was walking with her homeboys on the street and she spotted you. “hold on, who the fuck is that??” they laughed at riri, “she doesn’t want yo lil ass move.” riri sucked her teeth.

“tuh, height don’t stop shit, i’m finna go get her number.”

• you knew how to piss riri off, and that’s by teasing her about her height.

“hold on, lemme get down to your level.” you joked as you bent down to be eye to eye with riri. riri immediately sucked her teeth and walked away as you laughed.

“i’m tired of you playing with me yo.” riri’s face held a hard expression. “girl i was just playing don’t be so short tempered, lil ass”

“and my little ass be having yo little ass folded up, so if anything… height don’t really matter do it ma?”

• to add on, riri really knows how to handle your ass.

riri is hella strong, she can pick you up with no problems at all. she’ll easily throw your ass on the bed and get to work.

she fold you like a 🥨.. you’re her auntie anne’s.

“ow! you stretching too far back.” you hiss as riri puts your ankles behind your head.

… dk what else to say.. slowly tryna get back to writing

#riri williams #riri williams x black reader #stud riri #riri williams x reader #stud!riri x black!reader #blackreader #stud!riri

[renaultmograine]

how similar are anduin and darions stories really? you keep saying that, but i feel like everyones got some story beat thats similar to someone else in wow

[cracks knuckles]

Overprotective and aggresive widowed father's special baby boy with his mother's blond hair, who died tragically when he was an infant

Father at some point became a gladiator

Explicitly not a paladin, though is often mistaken for one

Saved from a near death experience by the Light as a teen (the bell/Stratholme)

The Light favors him in a strange way (bone omens/Light sent dreams and also Blowing Him Up)

Despite this, questions if he's worthy of the Light (in Darion's case this was before he blew up)

Ran off into the wilderness for several years after tragedy struck him (they also both ran off at the age of fifteen, but that was a separate Anduin moment)

Older man in his life, notably with a T name, found him after several years alone to go "Hey we got bigger problems than this, you should probably rejoin society" (Thrall/Tyrosus)

Corrupted into death knight-hood by one of the Lich King's original lieutenants after they specifically picked him out (Sylvanas/Kel'thuzad)

Was the right hand of the big bad of the expansion briefly, and was wielding their father's sword in the process, which was now cursed. It would be purified in the process of him breaking free of Domination.

The spirit of his father came to him to give him the strength to break free of Domination as the one controlling him tried to kill him for a laugh.

Very boldly optimistic, bordering on delusional with it, that simultaneously gets him punished often and not nearly enough for it.

From all given lore sources, is wildly strong (Anduin's raid nerfs + the fact you technically don't even win his fight, plus lets not forget his battlefield wide mass heal in BFA/Darion five man'ed Naxx, split Thaddius in half solo, became the second strongest DK in lore only behind The Lich King, had twice the health as all the racial leaders in Wrath)

Crybaby.

#warcraft #ask #anonymous #anduin #Darion #darion mograine #anduin wrynn

[applesontheground]

quiet coyote ⛓️

CHAPTER ONE take me far from here | AO3

hey, joy ride fans. pspspsps. so, like any other big scary slasher that’s Like This, i immediately developed a crush. one could even say it hit me like a truck (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-4-gLlF0uw). so, i’m writing about it. rather, i’m planning an entire multi-chapter thing about it and about him... and i’m making it extremely self-indulgent while on the way. this is a bit of a “for myself” project, but you guys are more than welcome to read, too! ♡

SFW | Word Count: 2,367 | Rusty Nail x Female Reader

contains canon typical/incoming cringe 2000s protagonists, dk if this needs a warning but casual misogyny + slut shaming is brought up quite a bit!

continued in making me feel like i’m guilty

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Dawn on a motel, the dirt not kicked up and the mirages still fast asleep in the sand. Without neighbors for miles, the evenings were mostly silent lest a group travel through late in the night, coming to an oasis of air conditioning and leg room for a reprieve before heading back out to where they needed to be.

“Why are we out here again?” A boy asked, squinting up at the Sun. “Buttfuck, Nevada… Desert on one side of the road, brothels and shitty motels on the other.” He gestured to the small stop they had stayed, now in the process of being put behind him in the poorly paved parking lot. “What a cool place to spend the one break we get before finals season comes and fucks us over.”

The other guy scoffed, almost offended but still waking up and unable to commit to a strong emotion. “I told you why we were out here. Vegas is like, forty minutes away.”

“No it isn’t,” From the other side of the car, one of the girls in his group shouted over the hood of their car, looking down at a map in her hands. “It’s more like four hours, dipshit. Stop trying to talk us into it.”

Standing with her was another girl, one who was bothered with a hangnail on her hand. The third one was crouched low to the asphalt, watching a beetle to pass the time as they finished checking out, also too groggy to engage with the world just yet.

“Earth to [Y/N], come on. Don’t tell me you were watching a fucking bug while I was giving the directions.”

Looking up, you were taken from your trance by the insect making its way under your car. You sighed as you stood, twinging your expression at one of the guys who had teased and asked, “Well, what else did you want me doing? We were waiting for you guys to go return the room keys and stop talking about Vegas.”

“He wants to go to Vegas,” Natalie muttered under her breath from where she had been fixed to the map. Heather stopped picking at her hand and muttered, “Yeah, no way in Hell I’m sitting in the car for that trip.”

You nodded briefly and shrugged, “I’m sorry the getaway’s been kind of a bust. Sucks when it’s all we got in the Southwest that isn’t balls hot or Mormon country.”

“I’d take Mormon country over sharing the hotel room with these two,” Heather added, making both you and Natalie hide smiles and halfhearted snickers. She then saw Mel approach sheepishly, giving her a look of disbelief.

She scoffed at him, leaning in to meet his lips. “Fine, sharing with Dean. You’re alright.” He sighed in relief to her, genuine in tone, “Great, I’m good with being alright.” He was hugging her around the waist as she hummed another laugh.

As the Sun stopped gracing the yellow hills on the horizon, taking to the sky for another blistering day in the state, you finally did enough soaking in it to start helping throw everyone’s luggage back into the car for another trek, half in the direction of home and half in the direction of wherever looked fascinating.

“Want to find that Clown Museum,” Mel, the other guy that was along for the ride, said to you as he helped you shove a suitcase against the aged carpet in your car’s trunk, “Think it’s closer than anything else worth the time.”

“Nah, son.” Dean then piped up from where he had been tunneled into the backseat, shaking his head at him, “We aren’t fucking with that demon shit.”

“Vegas, the blow and hookers capital of the world, is in Dean’s safe square, “ Mel retorted, standing straighter and shaking his head, “But the supernatural’s where the line is drawn?”

“Ghosts don’t suck my dick.” Dean joked, sure to smack the guy on the back of the head as he walked back towards the hotel room. “I don’t blame them,” You grumbled to yourself, making Mel break into his own laughter and Dean to call back, “What was that, [Y/N]?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You ended the conversation before it even had legs to stand on, giving one more look over the contents of the trunk before slamming its door down on top.

“Hey, why’d you close up?” Dean smacked his hand on the trunk, giving you a befuddled frown from behind square-shaped sunglasses, “There was room for another bag in there.”

“It can sit in the backseat,” Natalie groaned, “Come on, dude. I want to get out of here. It’s [Y/N]’s car, anyways. Maybe we should trust her judgement when she says enough is enough.” You gave her a thoughtful glance as Dean made a jerk-off motion but instead headed for the backseat with the last backpack.

“Where’d you get this, anyways?” Heather asked, “It looks like a classic, nothing like the clunkers that putt around campus.” You turned, admiring the smooth navy blue paint under where you were leaning against the passenger door, “Hand-me-down from an uncle. He heard I was looking for a decent car when leaving for college, so we made some shit happen and sold it to me…partially under the promise that I take care of it, of course.” You crossed your arms, smiling as Natalie complimented, “It’s one of the cleanest cars I’ve ever gotten in with classmates, that’s for sure.”

“I hold myself to my word,” You commented, peeling off when you heard the horn suddenly honk, shattering the pristine silence of the badlands surrounding you and your classmates. Seeing those shades in the windshield, you snapped your fingers and pointed at Dean.

“Aht!” You barked at him, “Out of the front seat, asshole. I told you I’m the only one driving this car.”

“Nice honkers,” He pointed to the wheel while getting out, making Natalie jeer at him as he snickered, “Should let me take it for a spin some time.” He wasn’t even worth the insults, merely rolling your eyes before ushering him out of the way of the open door to the driver’s seat and putting your own sunglasses on.

~

“All I’m saying, [Y/N], is that you should really be more focused on Spring breaking.”

You gave Dean a disinterested glance from the rearview, hands mutely flexing on the wheel in reply. It was all he was getting out of you.

“Oh yeah, enjoy the break in the middle of-“Natalie threw a hand to the windshield, presenting the empty landscape bowled in by orange mountains. You found it rather peaceful, something scenic enough for your taste to appreciate with a flick of your eyebrows, but Mel scoffed in agreement. “Fair, I kind of wish I brought a book or something now.”

“I’m telling you guys; Vegas is our oasis from this honky tonk.” Dean insisted, and Heather groaned, “Not this whole deal again.”

“Hear him out, maybe we can watch him get drunk and catch Syphilis.” Natalie sneered, and you held your breath with straight lips as Dean blew up, “Oh, fuck off, Nat. If anyone knows about STD’s, it’d be the one who blew half the baseball team.” She gave him a ghastly glare from the passenger seat, manicured nails combing the worn leather behind her shoulder.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You asked, and Dean gawked in a mockery at you. “Uhh, maybe. She’s a fucking slut for anyone on campus, sounds pretty wrong to me.”

Mel and Heather sat further back in their seats as Natalie retorted, “Yeah, no. I might like to sleep with athletes, but I don’t take that shit from someone like you.” She turned back around with a sassy thump against the back of her seat, “You and your stupid radio show that feeds off school drama like vultures.”

“The TMZ of college reporting,” You mumbled under your breath, and Dean belted out, “Oh, boo hoo! I still get more clicks than your articles, Walter Schlong-kite. Because all you want to write about is…Oh man, I wish I knew!”

He hung his wrist off the side of your seat, making your entire body press closer to the car door as he asked practically in your ear, “What is this groundbreaking story you’re choosing over hanging out with your friends, anyways?” You wrinkled your nose at him, but slowly replied, “It’s about truck driving.”

Silence overtook you again as he started laughing, giving him one more wary glower through the mirror when he slapped the roof of the car in his charades. Luckily, the turn leading into the lunch stop you were all thinking on was coming up, so you just let it go and turned off the long trail.

You had maybe sat for ten minutes before wanting to get up and get some interviews. You were coyly eyeing the crowd, finding the types that you felt may fit the bill for what you wanted to share in your article. Their conversations, the second they touched the side of a Peterbilt or a Lowboy, made you zero in. It wasn’t a lie: you were doing a story about the truck driving industry. The desert wasn’t a total bust, considering it fell into a good route between big cities. You sometimes had to cross it to and from California, Vegas was right there, and opportunities of the sort.

Still, it wasn’t great company despite keeping an open mind. You knew your friends were all watching in bemusement as you hopped from booth to booth, even coasting the diner’s counter with your notebook in hand and eyes alight. “Hi, I’m a student reporter wanting to get the perspectives from truck drivers. Would you care to give an interview?” The interest wasn’t exactly brimming, let alone willing to shell their two cents. Even the guys you did speak with weren’t much for good quotes. Still, you kept the polite smile on your face, and scribbled down whatever you could for good measure.

“You know, if you weren’t a girl, you would’ve gotten smacked by a few of those guys.” Mel teased as you retreated to the booth, seeing the soda you had ordered sweating harder than you were while running around a diner in midday heat. Sliding back into your seat, you replied, “Why would you say that, Mel?” He seemed lost, and you clarified, “Why do you think these guys are all rough and tumble, that they’d kick the shit out of anyone who looks at them twice?”

He stammered, and Heather put her hand on the top of his and sighed, “[Y/N], you know that we’re just kidding.” You hummed, and still went on, “Well, that’s honestly why I’m writing this. The job’s not all fighting, anger…gross sex in restrooms. Don’t think I’ll be going there unless I have to, though.” Dean snorted, and you once again corrected, “Jesus Christ, I mean I’m not going there in my article. I’m not that interested in the story.”

“It’d be a good one that’d actually get an audience, though,” Dean’s hands fanned up as he swooned, “Truck Stop Restrooms: Just How Many Glory Holes Does It Take?” Natalie covered her mouth, but you rolled your eyes and groaned, “Very classy. You should take that idea for your work, Dean.”

“I think you should be here to have fun over anything else, [Y/N].” Mel suggested, and you gave him a level stare, “Really, you’re not even started on this story and you’re already acting like you’re handcuffed to it.”

“It’s an important idea. I mean, you heard yourself.” You gestured at him, “This sorta job keeps shelves stocked, and all you got to ask about it is which stall I’m going to get blown in, or who’s shanking me afterwards.” Dean scoffed again, “What, like driving in a straight line for nine hours a day is hard? I’d want to kill someone, too.”

You turned to him, finally giving him that sweet reaction in the form of a face to face answer, almost brushing noses with him. “You really think it’s easy?” You looked out the window, seeing a line of parked vehicles almost taller than the building itself as you murmured, “Look at how big their trucks are…How heavy they must be, all that?”

“Well, to you, maybe. You know women and driving don’t mix.” Dean commented. You whipped around, giving him a disgusted sneer before Heather piped up, “Oh, are you really playing that card?”

“What did you expect from the guy who thinks going to Vegas is any indication of getting laid?” Natalie added, throwing a sugar packet at him. You once again swallowed the venom in your mouth, turning to the window again while Mel also sat back, getting a strawful of water and avoiding eye contact with any of the girls at the table.

Smart guy, you mused to yourself.

The rest of lunch went without a hitch, you paid, then walked back out to your car. You took advantage of a couple men eyeing your car as you walked out to speak with them, chat up your vehicle while also getting some interest in your story. Lucky for you, they were both drivers. Heather and Mel did a good job of keeping Dean’s mouth shut, pushing him into the car while you talked on the outside.

One of the men even asked for your info, and you shared the website that your school let you publish on graciously. “Very nice,” He commented, “I’ll be keepin’ an eye out for it, little lady.” Beaming, you replied, “Thanks for the kind words, I really appreciated your perspectives.”

“Look at that, you got some story after all.” Natalie grinned as you got into the car, setting your notebook down at her feet and nodding. “Yep, they knew I had some interest in truck driving.”

“Why? How’d they know? From your car?” Mel asked. You sat back upright in your seat, elbow brushing the cord of the speaking device to a HAM radio that was fastened on the front panel of the car.

You shrugged, and hummed, “Must’ve heard me in the diner, I guess.”

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Dream Ride PT 3

The second we got to the party Neela left me to go show Sean around so I just hung out with a group of girls that i'm gonna be honest I have no idea who they are.

"Hey Y/n, neel leave you already?" I turn around seeing Han smiling at me. "Heyy and yeah the second we parked she went to find him" I laugh. "betting on anything tonight, heard DK's gonna go for a lap or two"

"Maybe, I already lost a car to Sean so not sure if I'm willing to lose another this quick." I giggle at his remark knowing full well he's right, I mean Sean did destroy his car. "What about you? you don't bet very often" I really don't, part of it is because I don't have much to bet with and the other half is that I think betting is kind of.. dumb? I mean why throw your money away when you could use it on better things.. like cars. "I don't think I will, not a big fan of it"

Neela and Sean come around the corner where me and Han are sitting on the hood of the car. "Hey you two, what's up" Neela comes around and swings her around around my shoulder, "Just chitchatting where'd you two go?" I smirk looking a Neela she just gives me a smile. I assume she'll tell me later

"Alright you guys ready to watch some races?" I asked

“Let’s go.”

We’d been watching some races for at least an hour now and we were getting pretty bored. “Hey you guys wanna get a bite to eat? Or run by the convenience store? I could use something to eat” Han agreed of course i’m not surprised, Neela and Sean said sure but Twinkie said he had to catch up on some work. That meant that Han and I would be alone which rarely happens, most of the time Twinkie is with us.

“Alright we’ll meet you guys there” Neela winked at me and I just smiled, I just really hope nothing awkward would happen. I mean what could happen it’s only a 15 minute drive from here.

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