#god. unrelated can my ear stop doing that

[kitten4sannie]

Thots on pussy slapping? 👉🏻👈🏻

my hard hours are technically closed but i’ll make an exception for you dear anonnie bc the topic at hand is so yummy like im actually so weak for this ughhhh and since this isn’t member specific i’ll go ahead and come up with bite sized scenarios for my bias trio and they’ll go up in intensity with each one heheheh. happy new year i hope you enjoy this little treat ;3 <33

warnings: pussy slapping obv lol, soft dom! yunho, lowkey sadistic hard dom! wooyoung, hard dom! (pussydrunk) san, teasing, dirty talk, possessiveness, pet names, name calling, praise, false praise, degradation, spit play, sir kink, size kink, hand/vein kink, fingering, just the tip until it’s not, bulge kink, oral (receiving), overstim, squirting

level 1 ♡

Yunho routinely stuffed two long, slender fingers back inside your pulsing cunt, knowing they were hitting your g-spot from the way you were whining and writhing around underneath his larger frame, his free hand clutched around your jolting hip. “Fuck, princess, you’re so tight right now. Are you going to cum for me?”

“Y-yes, Yunnie, can you please do that thing I like? I’m so close…!” you requested, gazing up at him underneath your wet lashes.

“My naughty girl…” he whispered softly, gently spreading your pussy open and rubbing the rough pad of his thumb against your exposed clit, making you gasp. “You want me to hit your pretty pussy so you can cum all over me?”

“Fuck–yes, please…!”

“Then, take it, princess,” Yunho sighed softly, making sure to curl his fingers just a little more inside your soaked, squelching hole, right as he brought his large hand down onto your cunt, hitting it hard enough to propel you over the edge.

“Cumming…”

“Mm, that’s it, baby, don’t stop. Keep cumming for me,” Yunho breathed out, sending you into a state of prolonged esctasy when he began to rub his rough palm against your pulsing clit, your juices leaking down his veined forearm. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, before leaning down to kiss you, murmuring against your lips, “You always taste so good, princess.” Kiss. “Always look so pretty when you fall apart for me.” Another kiss. “Wanna do it again?”

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Wooyoung had you locked in place in his lap for over an hour, warmth emanating from his chest against your back, his thighs positioned in a way that kept yours spread apart, routinely smacking his palm against your swollen clit and fucking your slick cunt with only the tip of his throbbing cock. The small, pathetic whimpers you made as soon as his hand came in contact with your stinging cunt and the sound of your hole squelching each time he stretched you open again was like music to his ears, but he knew what you really needed. His low, breathy voice sent a wave of goosebumps up the slope of your neck when he cooed, “Awwh, does my sweet girl need to cum now? Does she deserve to? Hmm?~”

“Yes, please, Youngie, let me cum,” you pleaded, about to melt into Wooyoung as soon as he began to lower you further and further down onto his cock, filling you up so good you thought you might cum then and there. “Fuck me, please, oh my god, fuck me–”

“Mm, you’re already so desperate for my cock that you’re begging for it?” Wooyoung rubbed his thumb around your clit, before his fingers formed a V, sliding them up and down your cunt around the outline of his slick cock that was still pushing inside you ever so slowly. “You need it inside this pretty pussy that bad?”

“Yes, Youngie, I need your cock so bad, I can’t take it!”

Then, be a good girl for me and take it all,” he grunted in your ear, immediately slamming his hips into yours, his thrusts unrelenting, not giving you any choice but to take his thick, veined cock deep inside your cunt until he decided you had enough.

“Ah– ah – it’s too – fuck,” you gasped, your body seizing up with overwhelming pleasure after being teased for so long, tears forming in your eyes from the sight of his cock protruding slightly through your lower stomach each time he filled you up. “Too much.”

Wooyoung tsked, squeezing your clit roughly between two fingers, making you shudder. “Don’t you start whining now. What happened to the desperate little slut that was asking for this just a second ago?” He sent a harsh smack to your clit, amused by the barely audible sound that left your drooling mouth. “You’re going to cum just like this, and you’re going to like it.”

“Youngie, please,” you choked out, turning your head to look up at him through teary eyes, only to find pure carnal desire in his.

Wooyoung smiled darkly, licking at the mole on his bottom lip, his fingers pressing into the bulge present in your abdomen just to feel his throbbing cock as it sank inside you over and over again. “You asked for it, so I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name. Sounds good, yeah?”

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“Can I cum, sir? Please? I’ve been so good for you, so can I please–fuck!” you gasped, withstanding yet another smack directly onto your reddened cunt, a fresh wave of arousal leaking out of you.

San, who was in between your thighs, taking his sweet time devouring your cunt, wasn’t in the mood for your games. “A good girl waits for her reward, isn’t that right, you little brat?”

“I’m not a brat,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together to squish his cheeks a bit, letting out a giggle, knowing you were withholding San from his meal. This encouraged him to grab your legs by the bend of your knees and lift your thighs up, folding you in half.

“Oh, yes, you are.” San leaned down, licking one long, slow stripe up from your dripping hole to your puffy clit, grabbing your hands to make you hold your own thighs up, which you obediently did, this time around. “You know what else you are, princess?”

“What, Sannie?”

San pressed his thumbs against your folds to spread you apart for him, watching your hole flutter around nothing. “You’re my dumb little slut.” He pursed his lips and spat directly into you, before plugging your cunt back up with his thick, thrusting fingers, satisfied with the sudden moan that tore through your throat. He gave you a fake pout. “Aren’t you, baby?”

You were at your limit, only able to take what he gave you, your mouth open in a soundless bout of pleasure, your teary eyes focused on San’s smug face, taking yet another finger inside you, feeling it rubbing against your gummy spot.

“I asked you a question, princess,” San grunted, smacking his free hand down onto your clit, more slick dripping down his taut, veiny forearm, eliciting more breathless moans and whines from you, still finger-fucking you so brutally to the point that all you could focus on was the shlick shlick shlick sounds your pussy made each time he pounded his digits into you. “Can you even hear me? That look on your face is telling me otherwise. How are you already fucked stupid when I haven’t even stuffed my cock inside you, huh? Are you that much of a whore that all you need is to get your puffy little cunt filled and spat on, and you’re ready to cream yourself?”

“Yes, sir…!” you were finally able to verbalize, your voice strained with immense pleasure, your thighs beginning to shake. “I’m such a whore for you, Sannie, only for you, so please, let me cum.”

San simply smiled up at you, dimples forming near his pretty, pink, arousal-covered lips, immediately curling his fingers up into a come-hither motion, his mouth latching onto your abused clit, sucking and licking at it with his hot tongue relentlessly until your moans crescendoed and your warm squirt began to pour out of you. “That’s it, baby, that’s fucking it, oh my god, look at you…”

San groaned heavily, taking a moment to suck your cum off of his fingers, before diving in between your trembling legs again to press his mouth back onto your spasming cunt like he needed it for oxygen, dragging his tongue up and down your slit to collect your arousal, slurping it up into his mouth, his dark, hooded eyes never leaving your barely open ones. He took a second to breathe, before speaking, his voice ragged and dripping with arousal, “I’ll give you a minute to come down, but get ready, angel. You’re gonna keep cumming for me just like that, and I’m only gonna stop when you have nothing left to give me, alright?”

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© kitten4sannie, 2023.

#ateez #ateez smut #san smut #wooyoung smut #yunho smut #san x reader #yunho x reader #wooyoung x reader #ateez hard hours #ateez hard asks #ateez hard thoughts #ateez x female reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines

[bellawrites-kinda]

a change in rules ; l.h.

summary: we all know the FIA allowed lewis to wear his earrings and nose ring during his races, but what if him saying that he has another piercing somewhere else wasn’t a joke?

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ smut/nsfw, oral sex ( f receiving ), unprotected sex, size kink kinda, breeding kink ( ? ), a lil bit of possessiveness if you squint

word count: 1132

a/n: i saw a tiktok ab this & went to google a bit about it and like

he did say it was a joke but yknow... what if !? also it does say that he wanted them to think that he had his balls pierced but i'm thinking more of a dick piercing like at his tip so... also this is pretty bad, i'm kinda new to writing but i tried !! so yeah i hope y'all like it, constructive criticism is appreciated 🫶🏼

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you traced the outline of his tattoos, the dim lighting of your shared room making them ever so prominent. i love your tattoos so much, and your piercings too hands trailing down to rest on his toned abs, you focused your attention back on him

he smiled at you, and you felt the swarm of butterflies appear in your stomach. despite having been together for a year now, you always found yourself getting flustered over everything he did, from complimenting you, to merely going about his daily activities. he was your everything, and you were his.

i’m glad you like them he broke the silence, moving to press his lips against the skin of your neck i want to get more piercings, but i don’t think the FIA would be particularly fond of that, so his voice trailed off, now sucking on your neck lew... i thought you said you were tired- your voice cut off as you inhaled sharply, back arching off the bed slightly at his unrelenting mouth harshly sucking on your skin. he seemed desperate, desperate to mark you as his.

i missed you so much, baby. he murmured, voice low. missed your smile, missed your pretty face, missed this gorgeous body of yours, i missed all of you. the admission made your head spin, and you felt arousal flood your senses.

baby... we can do this tomorrow, it's late, you just got back, you need rest. you tried to stop him as his hands smoothed over the skin of your hips, the skimpy nightgown riding up. i've gone months without you, love, i can't take it anymore, please the desperation in his raspy voice was your downfall, stripping yourself of the nightgown and pulling him into a heated kiss. fuck.. you're so pretty he almost groaned as he positioned himself above you. your eyes rolled back as he kissed his way down your body, pressing wet, hot kisses on the inside of your thighs.

enough teasing lew, please you whined, getting impatient. please what baby, what do you want me to do he asked cockily, want you to eat me out, please you were practically begging. god, the effect this man had on you, the control he had over your body.

so polite he chuckled, before he shoved his head between your thighs, a few stray braids falling to frame his face. a high pitched moan left your throat as he sucked on your clit the same way he did your neck. fuck, yes, right there your eyes screwed shut as he slipped two fingers into you.

the combination of his mouth and fingers was heavenly, and considering you'd gone 2 whole months without feeling his touch, you were close already. baby, 'm close you managed to pant out in between moans.

your eyes flew open as he pulled away. want you to come on my cock he murmured, licking his fingers clean. you sat up, hands moving to pull his boxer-briefs off, his cock slapping his abs gently. you practically drooled as you wrapped your hand around the base. but what you saw was something you definitely didn't expect. your mouth fell open as you reached to gently smooth your finger over his pierced tip. you like it? he asked tentatively. i fucking love it, lew. oh my god you were breathless, awestuck by the way the piercing made his pretty cock even prettier.

you're so fucking hot my god... you praised before wrapping your lips around his tip, the cool metal of the piercing coming into contact with your tongue. but before you could take him deeper into your mouth, he'd pulled you off. need to be inside you he explained hastily as he practically manhandled you so that you were once again laying under him.

oh fuck the groan that left his lips as he pushed into you was nothing short of filthy. so fucking tight he breathed. fuck lew, please, i need more. you couldn't recognise your own voice, your brain was foggy from the pleasure coursing through your veins. he obliged, cock easily slipping all the way in you. he paused momentarily, giving you time to adjust to the sheer size of him.

you wrapped yourself around his body, hands resting on his back, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer. a silent request for him to start moving. his thrusts were fast and hard, slamming his cock deep into you, and pulling out, leaving only his tip in you before slamming back in again.

the sounds the two of you were making was nothing short of filthy. your moans and his groans, the sound of skin against skin. you clenched around him when his fingers circled your clit harshly. lew i'm close, you gasped out. come for me baby, come all over my cock. his voice was strained. your walls spasmed as you came, back arching off the bed.

even then, he didn't stop, his thrusts only getting faster. his free hand moved to grab your hip, his grip so tight you were sure there would be a bruise there tomorrow. a sharp gasp left you as he lifted your hips slightly, the change in angle only making him slip even deeper into you.

you close again already princess? i can feel you clenching around me. he chuckled, a hint of mock lacing his voice. you couldn't form words anymore, anything you tried to say came out as a moan or a whine. i've got you baby, just let go he soothed. you could feel his movements faltering as they became sloppier.

want.. want you to cum in me you managed to stutter out. yeah? you want me to breed you? fuck a baby into you? you only managed a nod in response before you felt ropes of his warm cum fill you up, the sensation triggering your own orgasm. your walls clenched tightly around his cock, milking his cock dry.

your body was limp as he pulled out of you, lying beside you. so, when did you get it the question slipped out as soon as you'd caught your breath. i've been thinking about it for a while, got it a month and a half ago he chuckled. what happened to the FIA not being happy, hm? you teased i don't care if they like it or not, i mean, if they stop me from racing because of it, then so be it. you smiled at his response, wrapping your arms around him and shutting your eyes.

you do like it, right? he questioned nervously after some time. i love it. you reassured, pressing a kiss to the piercing on his nose. he only hummed, cuddling closer to you as the both of you slipped into a deep sleep.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 smut #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut

[masuchu]

ranpo... he's sosooososoooo SO cute, need to sit in his lap and kiss him all over this instant or I'll explode

love, masu. ugh nonnie i agree so much. i just wanna bite his cheeks like mochi grrr

genre. fluff n smut! latter is under the cut :)) warnings listed there too <3 not proofread, there may be mistakes !!

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who expects kisses and love like a petulant child, ever the receiver in a relationship. He leans his body back on his office chair, uncaring about the many people still remaining at the agency, and begs for your attention. Will also resort to poking and pinching!

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who basks in your aroma and pecks, uncaring for your whines of “We have work to do..” and “More?!” . If you stop for any moment— or God forbid attempt to leave his lap, he groans so loudly that you have no choice but to carry on tending to him in fear of provoking Kunikida.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 who tastes like the sweetest candy, the sugary goodness transferring when he turns your little smooches into greedy, passionate kisses. “Can you guess what I taste like?~ Nope, wrong! You’ll have to kiss me some more then!”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who falls asleep in your hold, but knows when you leave him. He has some form of extra terrestrial senses, and his eyes will shoot open if you try to inch away. Deafening, childish whines ensue. “Hey, where are you going! Were you gonna leave me? So heartless! Now kiss me again!!”

warnings. nsfw!!, lazy but mean dom ranpo, riding, pinching, overstimulation, teasing

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who watches intently while you ride him— a lollipop in his mouth, viridescent eyes fixed on your body. His hands wander occasionally, two fingers may come up to pinch your waist or caress your bottom lip, but they usually remain resting at the back of his head.

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who asks you completely unrelated questions whilst you are suffering, trying desperately to keep up the pace he demanded of you. “Steamed & creamed raspberry bun… hmmm. Have you ever tried this, honey? Hey, I asked you a question! Don’t go dumb on me now~”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎, who’s stamina surprises you immensely. He is completely relentless, horrendously cruel, and almost unfeeling. “Please, Ranpo— It’s t-too much!” Your pleads meet malicious ears, his only response being a violent thrust up— sending your body into a temporary paralysis, and a greedy pout. “You can’t be giving up now? I still have so many snacks to eat, you need to carry on until I’m finished! If you’re good, I’ll reward you~”

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐏𝐎 who’s sleepy senses make a second appearance, this time in a much more lewd manner. “Keep me warm while I sleep, kay’?” You naïvely conjectured that this would be your chance to finally be able to rest you sore, throbbing cunt and catch your breath. Wrong. Penetrating eyes slash into you as you carefully try to slip his shaft out of you. “Where do you think you’re going, sugar?”

2023 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

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[facefullofsadness]

can u write bbangsaz x fem reader bsdm non-con with like mommy kink? thank uu

-💋

these newjeans ones always be so kinky bro like not my babies! 😭

content - idol!bbangsaz x 6th member!reader (idol!au), not a lot of build-up or exposition/story, smut (threesome, non-con, blackmail, shower sex, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, bdsm themes, mommy kink, degradation, corruption kink, anal fingering)

wc - 2173

a/n - why is it so hard to find bbangsaz pics lmao, anyway I've been obsessed w this for days, minji and hanni are so fucking fine in this (unrelated to fic content but I needed to share :D)

hanni and minji were really good at acting like they liked you.

you were the last addition to newjeans after them already being 5 for a few months was decided. those two were deadset on them being complete at five members, but when ador told the girls that you would be added as a last minute addition, the two oldest girls were livid. dani, haerin, and hyein didn't mind, if anything they were excited to have another unnie. but bbangsaz felt threatened by your presence.

hanni was already the best vocalist and minji was a good contender for center, but both of those titles were swooped from their hands when you joined. not only had they assigned you as main vocalist, but also center. you were ruining everything the two oldest members had built in the amount of time they were five, and they had to stop you from getting too much power.

you three had left and went home after practice ended, the three younger members staying to get some extra practice in. you headed straight towards the shower and ran the warm water, getting in and letting it cascade down your bare body, relaxing under the warmth. suddenly, you hear the shower curtain slide open, feeling a strong grip around your wrists pinning you to the wall. your eyes shoot open to see a half naked minji towering over you, a half naked hanni outside the shower, holding up the camera you guys used for vlogs, arms crossed and a mischievous grin on her face.

"wh-what the fuck are you doing?!" you ask confused, raising your voice and trying to break free of minji's grip.

"putting you in your place princess! because that's what you are right, ador's princess?" hanni taunts behind the girl in front of you.

"what are you talking about?!" you continue to try and break free, turning red as you realize that you're literally wet and exposed to the two girls.

"stop being such a brat and quit fucking squirming my god, it's annoying," minji growls, digging her nails into your wrists, making you wince in pain.

"you took everything we worked so hard to get, I think it's only fair you give us something in return," hanni's voice echoes through the bathroom.

you panic and your heart beat starts to quicken with anxiety, "please! don't do this! stop, let me go!"

"shut the fuck up and just be the whore we know you are y/n. let us do what we want or else we'll make sure that video ruins your life," minji says lowly into your ear, her tone and breath making you shiver with fear.

"you heard her y/n-ie, just be our little slut and you'll be justtt fineeee," hanni says in a mocking tone, setting up the camera on the bathroom counter, entering the shower with you and minji.

your eyes start to water with tears as minji holds your hands behind your back and sucks at your neck, hanni's hands groping your tits and rubbing her thumbs roughly against your nipples.

"please stop!" you cry, sobs slowly starting to leave your throat.

hanni shuts you up by forcefully making out with you, shoving her tongue down your throat and whimpering in your mouth. you squirm in minji's hold and try to move away from the two girls forcing you into submission, but much to no avail as their touches and mouths just become more and more greedy with every kick of your legs and flail of your body. the tears that fall from your eyes join with the warm water hitting your cheeks as hanni pinches your nipples, making you scream on her tongue.

she pulls away and you sob hard, "please! let me go! what do you want, I'll do it!"

the two girls start to laugh on both sides of you, minji's laugh on your skin creating vibrations. she sighs, "you stupid little girl, can't you see we're already doing what we want and you're helping us. if you want to help even more, stop fucking resisting."

you close your eyes and hang your head in defeat, letting the tears escape and sobs leave your mouth. hanni continues to laugh in front of you, minji leaving hickeys wherever she wanted. you watch through clouded vision as the girl in front of you gets on her knees, parting your thighs and bringing her face close to your center.

"please..." you weakly sob out desperately once more, but it leaves in a whisper left ignored.

you feel a tongue flicking at your clit making you scream out and cry harder. joining hanni's tongue were minji's fingers, sliding between your entrance and teasing your hole.

she chuckles into your ear, "are you fucking wet?"

you shake your head, denying the accusation of the question. in truth, your body was betraying you, it was so sensitive to the girls' touches and advances so of course, the pleasure started building.

"no? why are you lying to me? you're obviously enjoying this if I could just slide right in..." minji slips two long fingers into your tight cunt.

hanni's mouth sucked so perfectly at your clit, tongue flicking against it inside of her mouth, minji's fingers found the delicious spot inside of you quick, curling her digits repeatedly against it at a pleasurable pace. you absolutely hated how good the girls felt fucking you as you sobbed with your head thrown back over minji's shoulder, biting your lip to suppress moans.

your body continued to betray you, feeling your hips grind down onto hanni's sloppy tongue and fucking yourself back against minji's skilled fingers.

the girl behind you whispers into your ear, "you like this don't you? your pussy just begging to get fingered and eaten out by us. bet you've been fucking yourself to the thought of this like the little horny bitch I know you are."

moans slip from your mouth and continue to fall out at her words, the feeling of her fingers now ramming into you and hanni's tongue spelling her name on your clit being so overwhelming. you feel the mouth on your pussy smile at your loss of control over your noises.

you begin panting and your moans get louder the closer to the edge they bring you. "wanna cum you little whore? want us to fuck you till you're begging for more?"

your eyes barely make out minji looking down at you. you don't respond, instead chasing for the release they built up inside of you. but of course, they take it away just as quickly, feeling the fingers deep inside slip out and the tongue swirling your throbbing clit slurp for the last time. you whine and whimper at the loss of contact and your thighs tremble, hanni holding your hips so you don't stumble and fall over.

you hear the sound of the water being turned off before they drag your drenched body into your room, manhandling you onto all fours. you're so dazed and confused, you barely process the lacey material tying your wrists together behind your back. your body jolts and you moan out as you feel a tongue thrust deep into your pussy, head collapsing against your mattress. someone pulls your head up by your hair and you open your eyes to see hanni sprawled out in front of you, legs wide open with her bare cunt.

"go on then, stop crying and put your tongue to good use," she says before forcing your face into her pussy, muffling your moans as minji eats you out from behind.

you go to work between her folds, sliding your tongue over her clit and burying your face between her legs, whining into her core as you feel the same movements being done between your own thighs. hanni moans melodically into the air at your tongue on her, giggling here and there at the reality of the situation, watching you intently eat her out like you wanted every bit of her cum down your throat.

she taunted above you, "thirsty there? and here I thought you didn't want this, turns out you just wanted to please us huh?"

you open your blurry eyes to look up at her, a sinister smirk on her lips, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. she caresses your cheek as another tear fell down your face, your crying never having stopped, petting your head with her other hand.

"keep going y/n-ie, turns out singing isn't the only thing that mouth is good for."

she suddenly pushes your head down into her, forcing your face further into her heat, making you insert your tongue into her hole and suffocate with your nose against her clit. her moans rile you on and you flick your tongue against her walls, whimpering into her pussy while minji continues to pleasure you from behind. you feel her thumb rub against your clit with her tongue mimicking the same movements inside your cunt, slurping noises and moans filling your ears as you fuck yourself back against her mouth.

hanni ruts her hips against you, her breathing picking up and head thrown back with her mouth wide open and eyes closed. you quicken your pace of your tongue, licking against her g-spot and humming into her pussy, rubbing your nose against her clit. her grip on your hair tightens and she thrusts herself into your mouth one last time, cumming down your throat as her thighs tremble around your head. you hear her heavy pants as you slow your movements, hands caressing your head and face.

you're so close to cumming too with minji behind you, but she suddenly pulls away, making you scream in protest. hanni's gentleness disappears right away, pulling you up making you face her, your back against minji's chest.

"what? you thought you were just gonna get off so easily? there are things you have to work hard for, you know that surely."

you sob uncontrollably looking up at her weakly as you beg, "pl-please! I'm sorry! fuck, just let me cum! I've done everything you wanted! I know I've been such a bad girl, but mommy, I deserve it! please just let me cum! please please! I can't take it anymore, just fuck me..."

you ramble with tears flowing down your face. hanni's eyes are wide with amusement and minji chuckles behind you, the two of them exchanging a look. they've ruined you, bad.

hanni pushes you back roughly against minji's chest, using her front to pin you against her.

"oh y/n, you really are just our little plaything now, aren't you? I hope you know what you're so desperately begging for."

you feel her fingers slip into your pussy and pump fast, screaming out at the sudden pace. your eyes shoot open as you feel fingertips circle your asshole, collecting cum and saliva around the area before pushing in, making you let out a deafening cry. both of the paces of their fingers in you are merciless, pumping in and out of you like they're taking turns. hanni's fingers would push in when minji's fingers would come out, pushing in with a harsh thrust when the other's fingers would come out.

minji's teeth sank into your skin, leaving indent marks all over your body, hanni leaving hickeys anywhere your skin wasn't red.

"fuckkkk!!! oh my god, yes give it to me!!!" you're so fucked out, tears a constant stream down your face, eyes rolled back, drool seeping out of your mouth hanging wide open, head thrown back.

they never let up with the speed of their digits. the squelching lewd noises coming from the sheer cum leaking out of your aching hole is so loud, adding on to the girls' heavy breathing and your blood curdling cries. the pleasure burns, your holes taking so much forceful pumping, but it hurts so fucking good. your back arches, pushing your tits against hanni, to which she pinches your nipples with her free hand, adding onto the blinding delight coursing throughout your numb body.

you feel your stomach churn at the feeling of your orgasm coming in fast.

"please don't stop, I'm gonna fucking-!" you never finish your whiney sentence, cumming with a scream.

your pussy squirts juices all over everything, hanni's arm and thighs are covered, your sheets are soaked, minji's knees bathe in the drenched material of your blankets. you swear you blackout, body jerking with every aftershock of pleasure that rolls over you. you let your body fall, collapsing against hanni, her pulling away and letting you flop onto the bed.

you feel minji's fingers withdraw from you, hearing the digits slip out with a pop from your asshole. you feel them both get up from your bed, leaving your limp and lifeless body to recover by itself, not even bothering to untie you.

as your vision and consciousness fades, you hear the faint voice of one of them say, "that better teach you to stay in your place."

#ffos reqs #newjeans #hanni #minji #pham hanni #hanni pham #kim minji #kpop gg #fanfiction #kpop #girl group smut #girl group fanfic #girl group x reader #hanni smut #hanni fanfic #hanni x reader #minji smut #minji fanfic #minji x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans smut #newjeans x reader #bbangsaz #danielle #haerin #hyein

[salt-and-a-dash-of-pepper]

My Favorite Moments in God of War: Ragnarok

[Inspired by my favorite moments in God of War 2018]

Spoilers

- Watching Atreus slowly break through the fog with a fresh kill that he hunted himself, a head or so taller than we’d last see him, and clearly much more confident in himself. 

- Atreus and Kratos’s immediate display of affection for each other, in stark contrast to the previous game, with Kratos gripping his son’s shoulder in acknowledgement and Atreus smiling to his father.

- Mimir “sitting” inside of the house, on a pillow with a candle next to him and a book to read and a nice pipe to smoke. He clearly has become part of the family.

- The fear in Kratos’s voice when he searches for Atreus’s after Fenrir’s death

- OH FUCK A HUGE BEAR

- OH SHIT THIS HUGE BEAR IS ACTUALLY BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF KRATOS. HOW CAN A BEAR GO TOE-TO-TOE WITH KRATOS

- OH F U C K IT’S ATREUS

- Kratos shouting Atreus’s name as he lies limp in the snow and you see, for just a moment, Kratos wondering if he has once again killed his own child with his own hands.

- Thor just casually stopping by their house and pouring them some mead

- The way Thor just launches Kratos, just like his brother did in the game before

- The way the ground crackles like thunder when Thor slams his foot down

- Thor shocking Kratos back to consciousness to continue the fight

- The frozen lightning bolt that stays for the rest of the game

- Sindri and Atreus being besties

- Tyr finally standing straight once Kratos snaps some sense into him and he’s towering over everyone 

- Atreus constantly messing up when he’s trying to bond with Angrboda

- Atreus TURNING INTO A WOLF

- Thrúd

- Just all of Thrúd

- “What do I call you?”

- Atreus running into Kratos’s arms and staying there, holding tight, face buried in his dad’s chest even when Kratos lets go

- Kratos’s gentle “What has happened?”

- Kratos standing up for his son when all of the other companions tell him how much of a massive fuck up it was to release Garm

- Fenrir, now resurrected in Garm, and his floppy wittle ears

- “I am sorry.”

- “Do not be sorry. Be better.”

- The bar fight back in Asgard

- Thor actually listening to Atreus and being affected by it. The visible shame Thor felt. Atreus’s honest desire to help.

- Ingrid saving Atreus

- “Which way are we headed?”

- “In the direction of deer.”

- Sindri’s entire character arc, starting from a loveable comic relief character to a bitter, vengeful brother in mourning, unrelenting in his rage towards Atreus and Kratos

- “I AM RAGNAROK.”

-  Thrúd and Atreus making back up in Asgard during Ragnarok

- Atreus pushing his father out of the way during the blast in a final attempt to save him from his prophesized death

- “Does it scare you?”

- “Yes.”

- “That is why you must do it.”

- The HUG 

- Kratos finally crying openly when he sees what his wife painted for him at the back of the mural

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow #gowr #kratos #atreus #mimir #freya #feye #thrud #thor #odin #tyr #sindri #brok #fenrir #norse #god of war ragnarok spoilers #god of war spoilers #gowr spoilers

[wren-kitchens]

guess who forgot they can post writing on tumblr againnn anyway this was bribery so stiff would watch rtc HKFHD

(this is part of the sniflins au! idk if it’s canon or not but it takes place in that world! the sniflins is an au by myself, @angeart @loveroped and @stiffyck !)

jimmy can feel scar smiling against his neck, nuzzling closer every so often, and his stomach fills with butterflies. his chest is filled with a fuzzy glow—a wonderful mix of both his own and scar’s happiness. he can no longer tell what emotion belongs to who, and it’s wonderful. under the lazy warmth of the afternoon sun, it’s as if there’s no one else in the world aside from them, and jimmy couldn’t be happier.

that idea is very abruptly disputed, as joel snores loudly from across the picnic blanket. jimmy stifles a laugh, and he can hear scar giggling quietly in his ear (which, for the record, might just be the best sound ever). 

both grian and joel fell asleep a good ten minutes ago—grian almost fell face first into a cupcake, and joel dozed off midway through insisting that he was not going to fall asleep at all. scar and he have since concluded that it was the sniffer traits that made them so sleepy in comparison to them, and that they will never let either of them live this down.

“ruins the moment a bit, doesn’t it?” jimmy jokes quietly, if only to hear scar’s laugh again.

scar hums, the sound vibrating against jimmy’s skin. “well, I don’t know. doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” 

jimmy feels his face burn in a way that is entirely unrelated to the sun. “oh my gosh.” he buries his head in his hands.

scar is laughing again, sitting up with the sole intention of making jimmy even more flustered, it seems. “oh, but you are! look at you!”

“I will hit you.” jimmy says, muffled through his palms.

“I don’t believe you.” scar teases, sing-song. “you love me too much.”

“I absolutely don’t.” jimmy says. even to his own ears, it sounds laughably false. but right now, he’s proving a point, so.. shut up.

scar presses a kiss to jimmy’s neck, and jimmy feels his face grow impossibly warmer. “oh yeah? now, unless our soulbound broke in the last few seconds, i’m fairly certain you do, sweetheart.”

and- whilst jimmy may not usually be the most forward person in the world, desperate times call for desperate measures. the desperate times in question being his immense flusteredness, and the desperate measures- well..

jimmy takes his hands away from his face, shifts to face scar, grabs his collar and pulls him into a kiss. scar is surprised initially, but melts into it almost immediately—that wonderful glow growing in jimmy’s chest.

and- wow. jimmy somehow manages to forget just how happy scar makes him—not that he’s complaining; it’s something of a fantastic surprise every time he remembers again. like right now, for instance. because scar’s hands are at jimmy’s waist and cupping his cheek, and he’s leaning ever further into the kiss, and jimmy can feel the thin scar that runs through scar’s bottom lips and it’s bliss.

they pull away to catch their breath, giggling breathlessly all the while, and jimmy takes the opportunity for payback. he peppers scar’s face in kisses, delighting as he laughs, and occasionally giving scar’s lips a teasing peck.

“point- point proven!” scar is saying, despite the fact that jimmy has considered stopping at least twice and each time scar whined until he kissed him again.

“mm, no, I don’t think it has.” jimmy grins. “I think I might have to kiss you forever, actually.”

“I mean-“ scar says, and jimmy cackles at the abrupt shift in his tone. “I wouldn’t object, per say-“

“you’re an idiot.” jimmy says, fond as anything. god, he loves this man so much.

scar beams, as if he knows exactly what jimmy is thinking. “I know.”

#god no wonder I don’t post here the formatting is a fucking nightmare #it’s not my fault that the indentations are messy blame tumblr #trafficshipping #scaridarity #therss another one i’m so sure #solidaritimes #THATS IT #snifflins au #jimmy solidarity #gtw scar #gtws #wren writes

[wintersoldiersoul]

sub bucky x reader

hi i love your work you’re so underrated

can i get a subby bucky fluff and smut

like reader rocks his world n shit 🤭

A/N: There's not too much fluff in here but I'm thinking of making a part 2 thats more fluffy! I got too excited about sub bucky smut and got carried away... oops

Warnings: smut, very light mommy kink, oral (f receiving), titty fucking

You have Bucky exactly where you want him. A whining, whimpering mess underneath you as you straddle him. He’s totally naked, cock stiff and upright, his tip red, swollen and leaking. 

“P-please,” he pants, reaching up to try to get you to at least take off your top so he can wrap his mouth around your nipples. He’s pawing at you like an animal.

“Stop it,” you say sternly. “You’re not being very good right now.” You don’t know how he does this all the time. Usually he’s the dominant one, teasing and torturing you til you’re crying at him to give you something. But tonight, you’re in charge. And you intend to make him a pathetic mess.

“I wanna be good,” he rasped. God, he was so desperate and you loved it. You were relishing in the fact that this powerful man, a man who had been an assassin for years, was trembling and weak all because of you.

“You wanna be my good boy?” You teased, earring a moan from him at the nickname. “You’re not acting like it,” you said, removing yourself from his lap. He whined at the loss of the pressure of your body on his.

“I’ll be so good, I promise,” he practically had tears in his eyes. “I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll eat your pussy so good, baby, j-just let me do it. Wanna feel the way you clench around my tongue. Wanna feel your clit get all hard when I flick my tongue over it. Wanna drink your cum so badly,” he groaned, throwing his head back. 

You smiled, the wetness in your core growing unbearable as he spoke. “You better not stop until I tell you to,” you said, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs. “I don’t care if you get tired, you keep going until I tell you not to.” 

He nodded eagerly, waiting for you to lie back on the bed and spread your legs for him. He didn’t waste a second once you did, attaching his mouth to your clit immediately and sucking hard. “Oh,” you cried out. “G-good boy,” you stuttered trying to upkeep your dominant demeanor through the pleasure. 

He sucked at your pussy like he hadn’t eaten in weeks, alternating between swirling his tongue in different directions, sucking, and harshly flicking the tip over your clit in the way he knew drove you crazy. “Use those fingers too, baby,” you cood. 

He brought his metal hand up to your entrance, knowing that you loved the stretch and weight of the unrelenting vibranium deep inside you. He pressed two fingers in easily, your slick cunt welcoming the intrusion without protest. “That’s it,” you moaned, throwing your head back. “That’s my good boy.” 

He thrusted his fingers hard as he continued licking, hitting that magical spot inside of you every time. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out as you came, walls gripping his fingers like a vice as your juices leaked out. You panted as you came down, Bucky slowing down his movements to make sure you were okay. He knew how sensitive you got after you came, in the dominant position or not. 

His blue eyes looked up at you, full of lust and passion. “I think you deserve a reward after that, don’t you?” You grabbed his wrist, encouraging him to remove his fingers from you before taking them in your mouth and licking seductively.

“Shit,” he moaned, throwing his head back. His cock was even harder than before.

“Oh this looks painful, baby boy,” you smirked, flicking a finger over his leaking tip. “You need me to take care of it?” He nodded at you, eyes hooded and mouth hanging open. “Have barely touched you and you can’t even speak? Does eating mommy’s pussy make you that needy?” Your voice was sinful, full of sharpness and condescension. He was fucking feral for it.

“P-please,” he stuttered. “Need you so badly.” You ran your hands up and down his chest causing his whole body to shutter. He was so sensitive. So desperate that any form of contact had him going crazy. 

You took off your top and bra, finally exposing your tits to him. One thing about Bucky Barnes was that he absolutely loved your tits. He threw his head back and growled at the sight of you fully exposed to him. “You wanna touch them?” You smirked. “What if I lay down and let you fuck them, huh?”

His pupils were blown out, eyes nearly black. “Yes, please, oh god, please lemme fuck your tits. They’re so pretty and perfect and soft.”

You laughed as you laid down and squeezed your boobs together to create the perfect channel for his cock. He was on you in seconds, pressing his dick in between your boobs. He began thrusting, crying out at the feeling of finally getting some relief. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “So soft, oh shit, feels so good,” he babbled. 

You watched his movements, listened to the way his breathing sped up and saw how his eyes were squeezed shut. Quickly you pushed him off of you, earning a wine out of the man. 

“Bad boy,” you scolded. “You were about to cum, weren’t you? You’re pathetic. I should just get myself off and make you watch.”

He nearly cried at the thought. “I’m sorry, please, please let me fuck you. I need to feel you-oh god I need to feel your perfect pussy around me. You’re so soft and warm and perfect.”

You smiled. You loved having him beg for you. It made you feel so powerful. So sexy and irresistible. His words had your core soaking wet and you didn’t know how much longer you could resist. “Fine. But you don’t cum until I say so, okay?”

“Yes, yes. I understand. Thank you.”

“Lay down,” you commanded and he quickly obliged, laying down on the bed and waiting for you to take him. You crawled over to him, straddling his lap once again. His breathing was heavy with anticipation. He needed to be inside of you, feeling your warm, wet pussy squeezing his dick. But instead of letting him sink into you, you began to rock back and forth on his cock, letting the tip hit your clit every time.

“O-oh fuck, baby,” he moaned. “Please let me fill you up. Need to be inside of you.”

You smirked as you obliged, finally taking the tip of his cock and sinking down onto him. You both let out a breath as he entered you. “Thank you,” he moaned out, once he was fully sheathed within your walls. 

You began to bounce up and down on his cock, feeling how incredibly hard he was inside of you. His tip hit your g-spot every time, causing cries and moans of pleasure to come out of your mouth. 

“Can I touch you, mommy?” He asked, sounding so drunk on your body. 

“Yes. Good job for asking, baby.”

With your permission granted, he used one hand to flick over your nipple while the other floated down to rub your clit. You were so grateful he was such a good multitasker, all of his movements causing immense pleasure within your whole body.

“Can I cum? I-I’m so close,” he asked.

You shook your head, trying to remain composed as you answered. “Not yet, baby boy. Gotta hold it.” 

You, however, let your orgasm wash over you, walls tightening around him. Bucky’s eyes were clenched tight, trying to stave off his orgasm until you gave him permission. 

You came around him a second time, as he started moving his hips and fucking into you from below. “S-shit, please let me cum, I can’t hold it anymore!”

You bent the upper half of your body down so your mouth was near his ear. Seductively, you whispered the word he had been waiting to hear. “Cum.”

He exploded at your command, painting your inner walls white. “So much cum, fuck! Can’t stop, baby, there's so much cum, oh shit!” he rambled as he shot his load deep into you.

After a few minutes, he had finally rode out his high and pulled out of you.

“So, how’d I do?” you asked, wanting to make sure he enjoyed trying out you being in the dominant position.

Bucky smirked, grabbing your body and holding you close. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #marvel imagine #marvel #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky smut #bucky barnes x reader smut #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #bucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes

[snaililita]

♥️♠️- Pseudo cat hybrid Lyney headcanons and just general ranting about Lyney-♠️♥️

Omfg if you have cats he gets so jealous

Any animals at all really

Frick if you just hang out around anyone he gets so jealous

Guess you just gotta stop hanging out with people 😔

If he smells anyone else on you you fricking bet he is gonna subtly make you smell like him again some how.

Offer you his mini cape, be particularly clingy that day, straight up do that cat thing where they rub themselves up against you.

You *will* smell like him and that's that.

Stroke his head and run your fingers through his hair PLEASE

I BEG OF YOU PLEASE DO IT FOR HIM

He simply ADORES physical affection and contact so if you are comfortable with it please PLEASE spoil him with it:(

He chirped once infront of you and you won't stop teasing him about it. (It was so cute tho:[)

You know that short "prreow" sound? Yeah he made that sound.

IT WAS SO CUTE RRRRRRAAAGHH

Hisses when it's just you or family around heehee

Kinda like a jokey-not-serious arguement between him and you or Lynette.

He and Lynette just start hissing at eachother and it's both adorable and hilarious💛💛💛

He might meow at you, get upset when you don't respond, realise he spoke cat at you and that you aren't Lynette, and then facepalm himself so hard from embarrassment.

At least you weren't in public.

Don't scratch him behind the ear in public btw he will start purring and get embarrassed; he only wants *you* to see that side of him and nobody else:(

Kinda unrelated but please just smooch him everywhere on the face please give him kisses he is so cute and beautiful and oml he deserves it so much I'm crying T^T

When he gets super sad and cries he just wants to be held and sometimes stops speaking english (or whatever language is called in Teyvat) entirely and just starts making sad cat sounds

You've only ever heard him make the iconic cat scream once and you will never forget it.

It was a beautiful sound.

Your ears were blessed that day.

Can't say the same about Lyney's pinkie toe however....

Will fall asleep in your arms within seconds, that being said he also loves to hold you

Sometimes you will lay down on your stomach and he will lay on top of you and just sleep like that

Will hold you so gently and if you press your ear up against his chest you can hear not only his steady heart beat but also feel the soft vibrations of him purring quietly

GOD I LOVE LYNEY SM I'M CRYING I NEED HIM IN MY LIFE I'M SOBBING AHHHHHH WHY AM I SUCH A SAD EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING

*Ahem* anyways

If he is holding you at night he is super warm and will run his finger through your hair until he falls asleep or you do

Why do I feel like you can't keep your lips off one another...

Like in a pg way!

You guys are just peppering little smooches all over each other's faces💫💫💫

#adelita writes #lyney x reader #genshin lyney #lyney #soft lyney

[katsukiizmoon]

♡ Sparring , dry humping, degradation, you’re in public?, the use of the word ‘bitch’, you cum on his thigh lol, unedited

♡ k.bkg + f!reader

Sparring with Katsuki takes a turn. You call him a bitch, tell him you’ll beat the brakes off him and wipe the floor with his smug face. And you do it just to watch his crumble.

It’s just fun to rile him up. Especially when there’s people around. He gets so worked up it’s funny.

His face heats as his eyes narrow and his chest puffs up with air. Pops fly from his palms and it doesn’t take long before he’s launching himself at you. A big hand grips your wrist. The other wrapping in your hair and pushing you down.

In seconds, you’re cheek is squished against the floor with your arms behind your back. Your wrists sit directly above your ass, meeting in the middle. A thick thigh slots between your thighs as the air is forced out of you all at once.

And you can hear his breathing, feel his thigh against your clothed pussy. Because you’re an idiot and didn’t let yourself fall. Your hips still high in the air, flimsy workout shorts doing nothing but making it worse.

Katsuki’s cock throbs in his pants at the sight and feel of you. The heat of your folds is squished up against his thigh and it’s his own damn fault.

You wiggle in his hold and it makes things worse. So, so much worse. Your core slides against his thigh and it makes your clit beg for more. Your workout shorts feel sticky.

“Who’s the bitch again?” He pants, determined to make a point.

Your pussy squeezes around nothing and your clit throbs. He slides his thigh back momentarily. There’s a damp area over your shorts when he looks down. A low groan leaves his lips and he, still determined, pushes his thigh back.

“Me—“ you breathe, hips shifting on instinct to get more friction, thighs trying to squeeze together. You fight it but it feels good. The heat in your belly pools and feels thick.

“Again.” Katsuki is unrelenting, but his grip in your hair relaxes. He quickly adjusts himself and prays to every god under the sun that you didn’t feel the weight of him against the back of your thigh.

“I— fuck- I am.” You grit, wiggling more and only making it worse. There’s a voice in your head telling you to stop moving before you cum. You ignore it, stupidly. Thinking he doesn’t notice.

He leans forward, right near your ear. The drag of your wet, sticky, covered pussy over his sweatpants isn’t nearly as subtle as you think it is. While you’re moving your arms a little to feign an attempt to escape, he knows you’re stronger than that. If you wanted out of his hold you would have lifted your back leg to kick him in the balls.

“You’re about to cum on my thigh, aren’t you?” Katsuki purrs, low and slow. Your hips freeze and your eyes widen.

“No.” A lie. You squeeze around nothing again and soak through your workout bottoms completely. You’re so close it hurts.

“Oh, I think you are.” His massive thigh pushes forward, sliding against your clit.

Your eyes roll back and you squirm in his grip. His hands around your wrists tighten, free hand pressing against your mouth so you aren’t to loud. His dick is so hard it fucking hurts. You finish with what feels like a heartbeat against his thigh, making the inside of your shorts even stickier than before.

Someone comes into the practice room— Eijirou. Saying something about a new game he bought, inviting the two of you over.

Katsuki grunts in response.

“Try again later, loser.” He pretends, ignoring the persistent matter in his sweats leaking precum.

He releases you and rolls you over, throwing his hoodie on top of your hips and thighs. You are a sight to behold. With Puffy lips, you try to catch your breath.

“Put it on, hurry the fuck up.” He grits, trying to cover the very obvious proof of your previous arousal before someone else sees

Eijirou approaches with a quirked brow “your… hoodie?”

“Loser hit her period.” He lies. You thank him in the back of your head a million times over and run off to the bathroom to change.

#[ katsuki ] #[ mini ] #[ degredation ] #< m.list > #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou smut

[roanniom]

Hi! I love the bits you've done for King!Steve, just how he pursues and gets a nerdy reader is just so 🥴

Thank you!! I just love the idea that it's practically a sport for King!Steve to find, break, and fuck the nerdiest girl he can find.

King!Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, semi-public sex act, finger/rubbing, King Steve is a coercive douche but he's hot so we let it happen

You're the girl volunteering at the library, and Steve's been sent to the library during free period to write an essay as punishment for being a dick in English. He clocks you immediately, eyes narrowing as he takes in the length of your skirt as you reach a high shelf to put away a book. He takes in the way you nervously adjust your clothes when you notice him looking.

"Can...can I help you?" you ask, stepping forward because you just realized that the librarian is out to lunch and you're alone in the library with the hottest guy at Hawkins High.

"Yeah. Yeah I think you can," Steve replies, a slow grin spreading across his face.

You don't even know how it happens, really. All you know is that soon you're locked in one of the study rooms, your ass perched on a table with King Steve standing between your spread thighs. He's sucking bruises down the column of your neck, one hand rooting around under your skirt to grope at the inside of your thighs and the other planted squarely on your breast beneath your bra. You cling to him to pull him as tightly against you as possible and you feel the bulge awaiting you behind his zipper.

"Oh - oh god. Steve!" you gasp out.

"Ohhh so you know my name, huh baby?" Steve asks with a chuckle. He bites down on your collarbone lightly and you hiss. "That's not really fair. I don't know your name."

You tell him, surprised to hear how out of breath you sound to your own ears when you do. Steve says it back to you and it causes even more wetness to pool at your center. As if he can immediately tell, Steve's grin becomes a dark smirk.

"You like it when I say your name." It is a statement, not a question, but you both know it's also a fact. Steve pulls back to look at you and shakes his head. "But I think I'm going to keep calling you baby. That okay?"

You nod dumbly and Steve nods along with you, mimicking. It is that moment that his hand finally slides all the way up, making contact with your sticky panties. He drops his jaw in a faux gasp.

"You're wet for me, baby." Again, a statement, not a question. You try to hide your face in his neck but Steve won't let you. "Don't be shy. Don't you know what you're doing to me, pretty girl?"

To punctuate his statement Steve takes your hand and places it on his clothed erection. Your eyes widen as you feel how big and hard he is through the fabric. You bite your lip and Steve reaches up to rescue to plush flesh, pinching it between two fingers.

"Seems like we want the same thing here, huh baby?"

You nod again, gazing up at him, but your eyes slam shut and your brow furrows as he slides his fingers past the edge of your panties, immediately finding and rubbing circles into your clit. If you weren't already seated on the table, your knees certainly would have buckled.

"Yeah, Steve. We do," you manage to mumble in reply. Steve sucks another unrelenting hickey into your neck before sighing dramatically.

"Well I want to make you feel so good. And I know I can, baby," he trails off, finger sliding down to your entrance, pushing in a bit experimentally so that you gasp and squeeze around him. He stops short of pushing in fully, however. "But I can't."

"You...why not?" you ask, your voice heavy with disappointment.

Steve pulls back to look at you, an animated frown on his face.

"I have to write this fucking essay, and I'm pretty bad at those so I'm sure it'll take forever - ,"

"I'll do it!"

Steve quirks an eyebrow at you.

"You'll do what?"

"I'll write the essay for you," you blurt out, kicking yourself internally for how needy you sound. "I mean, essays are really easy for me. I can get it done in no time."

Steve's face lights up in a brilliant smile that melts your insides, all while his finger slides back up to your clit, rubbing at it softly.

"You'd do that? For me?"

You do your best to bite back a moan from his stimulation and nod fervently.

"Yeah, 'course." You sound exactly as eager as you are. Steve gathers you in his arms and hugs you to him in response, primarily so you can't see the triumphant smirk that he can't bring himself to suppress. When he pulls back, he's already pulling his hand from you (much to your displeasure) and unbuckling his belt.

"Well then let me repay the favor." Steve pulls his cock out of his jeans, spreading your wetness all over so he can stroke himself smoothly. You eye him with a hunger he enjoys, especially knowing that only a short while ago you'd been looking at him timidly. The knowledge of your transformation, and his hand in it, boosts his ego and hardens his dick even further than the sight of you waiting for him to take you.

"Open those legs for me, baby. That's it."

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Fuck he's the worst and I need him to fuck me. Hope you enjoyed!!

#issa's writing day #king!steve harrington #king!steve harrington smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader

[vulpisnocturna]

Can I request Itachi NSFW Alphabet please?

Ahhh my baby Itachi. *knuckles cracking* let's get into it. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Itachi is the aftercare god. He will give you a drink, clean you up, run you a bath and wash your hair. He'll occasionally get worried if he leaves your skin reddened or your muscles are sore, asking you if you're alright, if he hurt you. He loves taking care of you, and wants nothing more than to cuddle and make you feel loved.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Let's face it, Itachi knows he's attractive. He doesn't think about his own body too much, but he likes his hands and his eyes (duh). As for his lover, honestly everything. He can't get enough of you. But I would think he loves your face and hair. He loves watching the way your lips stretch in a smile, your eyes, the light reflecting on your hair. He's just a huge fan of looking at you as though you were a work of art.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

The Uchiha Breeding Kink isn't as strong as other members of his clan, but don't fret, he still has it. He loves finishing inside of you, be it your mouth or your pussy. He loves the feeling of you squeezing him through it, and when you ask him to do it, he'll go absolutely feral.

He's not without caution, though. He won't do it unless he knows it's safe or he's in a stable position to be able to build a family. Then boy oh boy, does he get into it. Gotta repopulate the clan, after all.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ah! Itachi loves rough sex. He loves you more than anything, but he lives for teasing and working you up, only to act as though you got mad and need to be put in your place. He'll call you his little brat and tie your hands to the headboard, enjoying the sight of you squirming and begging. It's the Uchiha ego, you guys. He likes to be in control, but he sometimes gets in his head too much and wonders if he is hurting you. Your moans and whimpers say quite the opposite, and he settles himself, humming appreciatively as he starts teasing again before he pushes you down into the mattress and whispers filth into your ear as he sets an unrelenting pace.

He's also secretly possessive. He wants to hear you say you're his, and he likes hearing how much you want him.

'You belong to me, mh? Tell me. Tell me if anyone has ever made you feel as good as I do' he would say, tightening his hold on your throat and gripping your thigh as he thrusts into you.

'I'm yours. Only yours' you would reply breathlessly, moaning as he hums appreciatively, finally touching your clit.

'Again' he would command, because he wants to hear you tell him you're his over and over again.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Itachi is by no means a player, but he's indulged in a few women. During his ANBU missions, as a distraction from his work in the Akatsuki...

But what gives him experience is that clever head of his. He's very observant and intuitive, he will know when you like something, and he will burn it into his memory, always seeking out the little places that make you whine for him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves seeing your face as he pleasures you. He likes the little gasps, the tightly closed eyes (he will remind you to look at him, or he will stop), the tousled hair around your face. Missionary just makes him feel connected with you. He also likes spooning you, it feels intimate and he has easy access to every single part of your body. But when Itachi gets rough, expect him to bend you over and fuck you from behind until you scream. 'So desperate', he'll say softly, 'you can't help but beg me for more. That's it. Keep begging, darling'

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Itachi's humour is very dry and cutting. He'll use it to tease you, but he'll be subtle. He'll say something he knows you will twist in your mind, taunting like a cat with a prey. He loves seeing you get angry and cheeky, just so he can put you back in your place. During the act, though, he's not one for jokes. He's zeroed in on you, and apart from teasing, he won't be humorous.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Itachi is very clean. I mean, look at his silky hair. That man definitely owns hair masks. He likes to keep himself well groomed, and he trims his hairs quite often.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Please. Itachi is the most intimate man who ever graced the earth. He’s a perfect househusband.

He'll hold your hand, pinning it down on the mattress and locking his fingers with yours, look into your eyes, slow down the pace to make it more sensual.

The man is a whore for kisses. Slow, passionate kisses, he'll suck on your bottom lip, he'll kiss your throat, your cheeks, your forehead, your thighs, your chest. He loves neck kisses. Giving or receiving, he loves the feeling of them.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Itachi won't indulge himself much. When he's on a mission, he needs to focus, and he will be tense, but he won't give in. Alone at night, when he's not on a mission, though, he will quietly give in, picturing you in his mind as he does it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

We've talked about the infamous breeding kink. Itachi is the god of praise kink (and genjutsu). He will call you his good girl, tell you how good you feel, let you know just how well you're taking him. He'll praise every inch of your body in that soothing, mellow voice of his. He also likes dirty talk (and boy is it hot in that voice). He likes combining the two, which results in you being called "my pretty little slut" and "desperate girl". He enjoys teasing you, seeing your pride fade into desperate craving. And he'll be happy to oblige you.

That's because this man is the overstimulation and edging king. He's a soft dom, and he's honed in on your pleasure. When he's fucking you, everything is about you and your pleasure. He will never deny you an orgasm, but he will delay it until you're begging for him before ravaging you.

'Oh? You wish to cum for me? Then I'll make you cum until your voice is raw from screaming'

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Don't fix what isn't broken. Beds are a very good place according to Itachi. They're comfortable, and because fucking usually lasts a while with him, your comfort is his top priority. He's not against fucking you against the wall or in the bathtub, though. Itachi's not into public sex a lot. He's a very private person, and he needs to hear you loud and clear when he fucks you in the comfort of your home or in an onsen.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Teasing, teasing, teasing. Itachi loves playing mind games. He will never harm you or cause you psychological distress, but he loves taunting. He will get you so worked up that he knows you will melt by the time you're underneath him. He's an intense man under all that control, and he likes seeing you want him as badly as he wants you. And he'll always deliver.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves degrading their S/O or harming them. It's different when he slaps your ass or chokes you or tells you how filthy you are for him, but when it comes to causing you pain or humiliating you with other people, that's a hard no for him. He's also secretly possessive, so he doesn't want to share.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

A giver at heart, Itachi won't let himself cum until you have. Several times. He will bury his head between your thighs every chance he gets, and it's nothing but a drug to him. He'll be sucking, licking, scraping with his teeth, flicking with his tongue until you can't stop shaking. He won't stop after your orgasm, keeping you still as he continues to devour you. Knowing he can make you come undone with his tongue makes him lose control. And he's good, too.

He loves the feeling of your lips around his cock, and he'll try to restrain himself, worried he might cause you discomfort. If you do ask him to fuck your mouth, though, he will fist your hair and praise you throughout it. You're going to have to swallow his cum, because if you're so intent on being his good girl, how could you not? And he'll return the favour. Several times.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Itachi takes his time. His illness makes it difficult to set a pace that's too fast, but he is unrelenting. When he fucks you slowly, it's to get you to beg him to be rough. And when he's rough, he is still very precise with his thrusts, hitting your g-spot each time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not too fond. Quickies means no time to truly worship you and make you desperate. He'll do it, but he will still put aside some time to fuck you with his fingers before he has his way with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is open to experimenting, but he will want to talk about it first. He won't do anything he's not comfortable with, but he'll do everything to make you happy.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

This man has a full illness, and he still has the stamina to go several rounds. He knows how to preserve his energy and make the most out of it. He lasts quite a while, because he has so much control on himself that he uses to wait until you have orgasmed before it's his turn.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don't even think the Naruto world has sex toys. But Itachi wouldn't like them that much. Why use toys when he could use his fingers and his tongue for hours? He doesn't like sharing what's his.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A lot. He's a teasing kind of person, and he will taunt you as he delays your orgasm to see how you will react. But he will always deliver at the end, making every orgasm count.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Itachi is not a very loud person. He's vocal about what he likes and what you're doing, praising and teasing, but his moans are quiet. He will sigh softly, groan when he buries himself inside you or moan as you lick his cock, but he won't be loud. What he will do, however, is put his lovely voice to good use. He has a way with words, and he can make you melt in his arms with just that.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves tying you up. He enjoys the trust involved in letting him guide you through it, and he likes pleasuring you, knowing you can't move or touch him. He likes the way you squirm as he takes his sweet time exploring your body, having you completely at his mercy.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Itachi is lean and toned, with graceful hands and tapered fingers. He's that type of skinny guy. He's quite thick and lengthy, around 6.5 inches. Not a monstrous cock, but a very good one to be able to pleasure you. He has a slight tilt, which only makes it easier for him to hit your g-spot.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Itachi's quite sick, so on the days he doesn't feel well, he can't do much. He wants you all the time, but he's a busy man and he doesn't get to enjoy you as often as he'd like. He's still going to make time for you a few times a week, as the doting man he is.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He's the type to have a relaxing bath with his S/O after sex, and then, he'll want to cuddle. Be prepared to have lots of kisses. He will cradle you in his arms and run his fingers through your hair, lulling you into sleep. He won't fall asleep straight away, but when he does, it's usually one of the few times he doesn't have nightmares.

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[wanderingblindly]

hi liquid!! suzzzzuka here, on anon bc sideblog functionalities suck lmao.

☰ for the ask game? with let’s say… ybmctg & enemies to lovers?? <3

suzzzzuka darling!!!! hello!!!!! ((also can i just say i was so excited when i saw u were on tumblr after i read your landoscar office AU oh my god))

This is a CHALLENGE but I'm into it, let's go!!!

☰ send a fic and an unrelated trope and I’ll remix it

I have no idea what this is, but I wrote a thousand words of something!! It's almost, in a weird way, a preface to YBMCTG?

Concept: Oscar fucked up their first meeting when he started working at the bar; Lando's held a one-sided grudge ever since, and Oscar has no idea why his coworker hates him so much.

Jenson hadn't warned him about this.

Admittedly, he's not entirely sure what Jenson could have said. 'The talent's hot, by the way. Be cool 'bout it, yeah?' wouldn't have prepared him for this. 'This' being the man sitting dead center at his bar, an aura of otherworldliness emanating from him like a halo. He’s not like anything Oscar’s seen before – not in the streets of his suburban hometown, not in the ungodly boredom of his seminars. He’s something that can only exist here, in the spaces drenched in alcohol and debauchery. 

Oscar’s gaze quickly flicks down to his shoulders, his chest, hardly covered in anything more than fishnets.

The man’s eyes are icy in their intensity, fixated on Oscar's hands as he grips the necks of a couple beers between his fingers, popping the caps efficiently. Before Oscar can open his mouth to ask what he's drinking tonight, he beats him to it. 

"Archers and lemonade, pleeeeease." Oscar's eyes are glued to his lips, stretching into a lazy smile as he leans over the bar. The glossy shine of his lipstick looks dangerous in the dark bar, beckoning to him like a siren's song.

He's quiet for just a beat too long, brain running in every direction besides the sorry excuse for a mixed drink on his to-do list. Oscar moves quickly to compensate, the pours brief and easy. 

"I see you've met our star of the night." Jenson smiles as he slides next to him, grabbing the drink out of Oscar's hand before he can place it in front of him. The musician makes a noise of offense, flashing Oscar a look that makes his stomach churn. He doesn’t know what to do with this, with black-lined eyes clearly asking him for something as his boss sits right there. Another drink? Telling Jenson off? 

“So you’re in the band?” Oscar finally manages to say something, keeping an ear out for his response as a man flags him down for another round of shots. 

“Lead singer, at your service.” He does a faux salute, Oscar notices the broad span of his palm with entirely neutral feelings. 

Oscar slides him another archers and lemonade, hopeful that Jenson is adequately distracted by Sebastian to keep away. “What kind of music? You look very…” Oscar wracks his brain for any band to reference, realizing he’s accidentally put himself on the spot. “KISS.” He hopes they're still relevant to anyone besides his dad.

The singer’s eyes darken as the track shifts, Oscar’s sentence exposed in the moment of dead air.

“Thanks for this,” He hops to his feet, tone flatter and mesmerizing lips tighter than when this all started. Sebastian looks over with a raised brow at the sudden movement. As Oscar opens his mouth to reply, the musician reaches out with a steady head and places his fingers on top of the glass, eyes trained on Oscar’s face.

And pushes.

“Oops.” He faux-winces as the drink spills across the bar, splashing Oscar’s shirt in its force – he jumps for a rag instinctively, grabbing the glass before it can roll and shatter. “Sorry ‘bout that.”  

Someone needs another mezcal old fashioned, someone’s drunkenly calling for sex on the beach, Sebastian is looking at him with a look he doesn’t understand –

And the musician is gone.  

—

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Jenson whispers into Sebastian’s ear, stopped in his tracks by a deceptively strong grasp on his thigh. 

“No, you won’t.” Sebastian smiles, the one that sends a shiver down Jenson’s spine – trouble. “We’ll see what happens.”

—

Maybe this job isn’t working out for him. His bosses are fine, if not a little odd, and the crowds are vaguely well-behaved. Surely it’s no worse than any other bar in London, definitely better than the proper dives closer to campus. 

The main problem is right in front of him, unavoidably sitting in the center of his bar. Again. 

“What d’you mean y’don’t know how to make a hitman?” Lando asks, the heavy black around his eyes making him look vicious in the low, shifting lights. It’s the same conversation they had last week, the week before – Lando asking for a drink Oscar’s pretty positive doesn’t even exist with the confidence of a seasoned mixologist. 

“Tell me what’s in it, and I got it.” Oscar replies, sparing him a glance as he dumps a few glasses into the dishwasher. His glare makes his stomach twist painfully, like being flayed and gutted by someone seeking vengeance – not someone well-acquainted with delicacy. 

He rolls his eyes and yells towards Sebastian, half occupied with whatever concoction Jenson is creating between their two drinks. “Ya gotta hire someone more comp…” He furrows his brows, “good at the job, Seb.”

“He is perfectly competent,” Sebastian calls back, reaching out to pat Oscar’s arm gently.

Ignoring the sting of his invisible wounds, Oscar moves down to figure out what the bickering gaggle of French speakers need. 

—

Can someone be beautiful because they’re mean? Or is it always in spite of it? 

Oscar’s eyes, against his better judgment, gravitate towards the stage. But perhaps that’s just inevitable, eyes following Lando when he’s steps above everyone else, bearing down on them with the sheer force of his presence. 

His voice, usually spitting something acidic and pointed at him from across the bar, is raw – vulnerable – as he grips the microphone with both hands. They envelop it, smothering it, as his lips press against it and he croons out the opening to a ballad.

Goosebumps break out across his skin as the bass creeps in, lifting Lando’s voice up like a prayer over the crowd. 

The lights, flashing their usual pattern of red blue red blue, reflect against the summer-bleached gold in his unruly curls – another halo. 

—

“KISS doesn’t do it like that, do they?” Lando says, rough voice almost haughty as he sits down in his seat – black shirt completely unbuttoned, chest glistening with sweat and metal. 

He puts a glass of water in front of Lando immediately, dropping in a black straw. “Uh, I guess?” Oscar replies, not entirely sure where Lando’s going with this. But he’s being less abrasive than usual, the glare in his eyes a bit less pointed. “Don’t really know KISS all that well, mate.”

Lando stares at him, narrowed eyes blowing wide. “You’re fucking kidding me.”

Oscar pauses, hands freezing around the martini shaker he’d grabbed for the girl to Lando’s left. “No?”

“You don’t know KISS.” He doesn’t say it as a question. Like there’s some connection Oscar isn’t making, some red thread on a corkboard he can’t connect, Oscar looks at him in confusion. 

“...No?” Oscar’s stopped moving all together now, other patrons temporarily forgotten as he watches the range of expressions dance across Lando’s face. Surprise, maybe? Something like shock. “Why?”

“I… hate them.” Lando says simply – if not a little absentmindedly. “Sorry about, um. Well.” He puts down his glass, hand visibly shaking; before Oscar can ask if he’s ok, ask what he’s even talking about, Lando stumbles off his barstool and paces over towards Sebastian. 

He watches as Sebastian laughs, clapping Lando on the shoulder and waving cheerily towards the bar. Oscar flashes a weak wave back, uncertain, before noticing that Lando’s looking over as well – his face is red. Not just from the lights. But his cheeks, down his neck, the exposed planes of his chest, they’re red. 

Oscar flushes, too. 

Maybe if he’s sorry…

#I didn't even edit this idk what it is #man i should write a real enemies to lovers one day huh #you bring me closer to god #landoscar #ask me :)

[thetrashbinseries]

— Fahrenheit Part Three ( bangchan x reader )

rated - mature | minors dni

parts - one, two, three

warnings - idol universe, name changed idols (ones unrelated to skz), mature themes, drug use, alcohol use, sexual themes, mentions of mental illness, slight angst, internet bullying and harassment

x x x

The biting chill of New York City doesn't stop the crowd from forming outside the Mixer nightclub. Glittering dresses cling to shivering bodies, and the line snakes around the corner. Men with cross earrings, edgy tattoos, and silky updos chat, their breath visible in the frigid air. My Uber Black rolls up to the front, and I observe the scene. 

Despite being a newcomer, I am now qualified to step into this world. Retrieving my phone from my black clutch, my coffin-shaped nails tap out a message to Jake. 

outside now 

As I glance out the window, I ponder if the Uber driver's patience stems from the luxury vehicle or my personality. People treat you differently when they think you have something they don't – that disingenuous feeling irks me. I haven't changed; I am still the same person without a record deal or viral singles. The driver doesn’t even likely care that far—if I’m paying for an Uber black, dressed the way I am, I must be somebody. 

Rarely stepping out, recognition brings a wave of anxiety. Medication eases my nerves tonight. A text from Jake illuminates my screen. 

out front? 

yeah where else would I be? 

private entrance in the back. 

He double-texts. 

ill get you from there 

“Oh?” I voice my surprise. Leaning toward the driver, I request, “Can you take me to the back, please? This is the wrong entrance.” 

With a nod, the driver obliges, and we pull away. Eyes follow the tinted windows, curious about the occupant. The relief washes over me; a private entrance awaits. 

As we circle around, a black door with a colossal bouncer in a sleek black suit comes into view. Standing over six feet tall with broad shoulders and flowing black hair in a ponytail, he exudes an imposing presence. Stepping out of the truck, I smooth my little black dress.    I hate dresses. 

“Hi,” I greet the bouncer with a friendly smile and wave, but his stoic response hints at slim chances of entry.    There’s no way he’s letting me in here. 

Just as I am about to ask, the door swings open. Jake emerges, looking more expensive than the other night at my house. In a satin cream-colored outfit, he leaves the top unbuttoned over a black tank. Sunglasses push into his styled hair, makeup accentuating his eyes and flawless skin. 

“What’s up, beautiful?” he greets, arms outstretched, a confident smile on his lips as he embraces me. I pull away, handing him his knitted hat from my clutch. 

“You almost had me fucked,” I say, referring to the way he carelessly left it at my place, after being adamant about no evidence of another guy being there. 

“Aww, sweetheart, if he didn't fuck you after flying across the country, I hope you're here to tell me you two broke up.” Jake chuckles, taking the hat. 

“You know what I mean,” I reply through clenched teeth. “It’s freezing. Take me inside—” 

“Jake?!” A girl's voice jolts me. “Jake Wong?!” Two girls emerge, probably aware of the private entrance and eager for a chance encounter. The bouncer moves to intervene, but Jake waves him off, effortlessly engaging the girls in conversation. 

One of them jumps excitedly, phone in hand. “Oh my god, can we get a photo? Please? I'm obsessed with your new album!” 

The other rambles on, “I went to see you on tour twice! In Dallas and in Jersey, do you remember me? We met afterwards at the hotpot restaurant!” 

“Of course, I remember you, beautiful. How could I forget such a pretty face? Come on, let’s take a group shot.” Jake signals the bouncer to be their photographer, dropping his shades back over his eyes. He positions himself between the two girls, arms around their shoulders as they hug him closely, posing with big smiles and peace signs. 

“It’s cold out tonight, you should keep yourself warm—here.” Jake hands one of the girls the knitted beanie, and she can barely contain her excitement as she steps in place. 

Officially never have to worry about that again. 

I slip into the club before anyone else notices me. Being photographed with Jake would only attract more attention, and I'm not a k-pop idol; it would only lead to unnecessary questions. 

Chris would've advised against coming, but he's not my keeper. Jake is a good friend, guiding me through this lifestyle. Chris, who spends most of his time in Korea, can't offer the same advice as Jake, who's immersed in American media. 

Speaking of which, I get a notification on my phone. 

babydaddy: *2 attachments* 

babydaddy: it rained last night and the streets looked like that painting in your bedroom 

babydaddy: I know it's random, but it’s real artsy. Might try my hand at photography hahaha 

Cool air rushes in as Jake returns. He pushes his glasses back up atop his head. “Sorry about that, you good?” 

“Yeah, I just... these places give me anxiety. Too many people, you can hardly move, you know? I don’t really club anymore. It’s not as fun as it used to be.” I hold my phone close. 

“You don’t have to worry about that with me. The VIP section here doesn’t get like that. Come on, you've been in that house too long.” Jake takes my wrist, and I follow him, glancing at my phone and opening the photo attachments from Chris. 

Wherever Chris was when he took the photos, it’s empty, the dead silent of night. It looks like an alleyway, with neon signs and storefronts. Their glow reflects on the pavement like glittering lucky coins. 

A small smile stretches my lips, and I lock the phone, almost tripping and ripping my wrist away from Jake, slapping his arm. “Careful, asshole!” I chide. He shoots back, “Get off your phone and maybe you can be careful too.”     He’s not wrong. 

Now, back in my environment, I notice a red rope blocking an open doorway. The music is louder, and I wonder how much louder it can get once we’re inside. Were clubs always this loud? I can hardly remember. I’m not that old, am I? 

Ugh. This might totally be Jake’s thing, not mine. 

Another bouncer. I know their job is to protect the wealthy and influential, but do they all have to be so massive? Where do they find these guys? He steps aside, unhooking the rope by its golden clasp, and I enter, this time voluntarily clutching onto Jake’s arm and pressing my body as close to his as possible. 

Sure enough, the VIP section, and this club in general, is a dazzling spectacle. Talk about over-the-top—the mirrored ceilings above the booths reflect the money and gold bars encased in the clear flooring. Crystallized lighting sconces stand outside each booth, offering an option to be covered by a curtain, with lavish black velvet couches inside each. In the darkness, I can't discern individual colors; it's so dark that I'm surprised Jake can navigate us to his table. Even the sconces emit a barely-there, almost tea-light glow. 

As I arrive, I see several other folks sitting around—some laughing and talking, others engrossed in their phones. Suddenly, a strange and familiar voice pierces the music, prompting me to let go of Jake as he greets another artist. 

Oh, I know this guy. Well, I don’t know him, but I sure do recognize his wavy hair and tattooed arms and hands proudly displayed on the visible parts of his skin showing from his wifebeater top. 

“What’s up, Jake?! Inju said you were here, I said—I gotta go say what’s up to my boy!” 

It’s an infamously problematic former idol that runs in these circles parallel to Jake in America. Known for shameless and repeated counts of cultural appropriation from black American culture, amongst other questionable moral offenses. He was all but exiled from Korea years ago but seemed to have become even bigger on his own in America and internationally too. 

“Good to see you, Ray,” Jake replies, confirming my suspicions. 

Ray Park.    I look around, but I see no flashes, no cameras, not even any phones directed in our direction. I’m still paranoid about being seen in any close proximity to Ray. I’m quite vain to believe anyone really cares that much about me, but because I’m new, I wanted to observe from the background more than anything else. See how things moved around these parts. I quietly step away while they converse, giving them privacy as I sit down on the couch. About an arm’s length away, there’s another girl. She’s beautiful, a girl with long black hair that falls into her lap. She’s on her phone, and I figure I might have a chance at talking to her to at least figure out where the alcohol is at. A little liquid courage could do me well right now; I feel way too uptight. 

“Hey,” I say, raising my voice over the music as I lean over to her. She looks up with wide, glitter-lined eyes, her phone illuminating her blue dolly lenses. “You know where I can get any tequila?” 

“Oh yeah! Gimmie a sec.” She jumps up, maybe a little too excitedly for the request, but I figure, that must be her personality. She seems cute. She tugs at the bottom of her silver dress to adjust it before she sidles over to the other side of the couch where a white guy in a fitted cap is sitting. I can see a tattoo going down the side of his neck, but otherwise, he’s pretty covered, including sunglasses. Something about him gives me stay away vibes. She whispers something in his ear, and he affirms her, standing up and nodding to Jake before leaving the section. 

I'm confused; what does that mean? 

She sits back down, smooths out her dress, and opens her clutch, pulling out what appears to be a very unusually tiny compact mirror. Maybe it’s the size of a quarter? No, that can’t be a compact mirror; it would be impossible to— 

To my dismay, she dips the tip of her stiletto pinky nail into it once she flips the lid open and brings it to her nose, taking a big sniff and wriggling her nose after, sniffling a couple more times before dabbing her nose with the back of her hand delicately. 

I immediately avert my gaze. 

Oh, I’m in the trenches. 

I start to feel uneasy. I pull my phone out and bring up my thread with Chris. I quickly type out a reply. 

if you become a photographer, Hyunjin has some competition, those are gorgeous. I kinda wanna get them printed in canvas. 

cute way to admit it was raining and you thought of me 

I’m thinking of you too ;) 

I tuck my phone away, feeling a bit more settled. Suddenly, there’s commotion on the opposite side of the VIP section. The DJ is playing air horn sound effects back to back, and then Jake’s newest single starts booming throughout the venue. He walks over to the balcony and begins waving, and I can hear all kinds of screams. I do love this song, and he’s certainly in his element, which I love to see. I stand up, unable to resist a good groove, and I inch my way out from the couch to have standing room. 

More airhorns sound, and a bright flash emerges above the heads of everyone else. I'm confused for a split second until I notice they're sparklers. 

“Oh shit?!” Jake exclaims, looking back at some members of his crew. “Which one of you?” 

“Your girl!” a guy exclaims, pointing at me. 

My eyes widen as I catch the error in his identification. Not only am I NOT Jake’s girl, but I am NOT responsible for the bottle girls making their way over here with what appears to be four bottles of… 

Casamigos 

Tequila.    But I didn’t mean-- 

I immediately shoot a look at the girl from earlier, but she’s already hugged up on another guy on the couch, holding her finger under his nose as he takes a suspiciously long, hard sniff. Jake enthusiastically embraces me, and I already knew he had been drinking, but now? It’s going to get worse. 

“Jake, this is—a lot of attention. I didn’t know you were a special fucking guest here tonight.” I say close to his ear so he can hear me and just how annoyed I am. “I told you me and Chris just made up!” 

His arm is around my waist as he leans down to pick up one of the bottles, already fitted with a metal spout. “What? You're not allowed to party without asking your stray kid?” He laughs, throwing back what looked to me to be quite the lengthy pour. “I’m kidding, I’m sure he wants you to have fun too, or is he a controlling, abusive boyfriend?” 

“It’s not that, it’s just—“ 

“Open up,” he says, tilting his chin up at me as he holds the bottle in front of me. “C’mon, girl, live a little!” 

I do want to drink. In fact, I’m the reason why four bottles of fucking tequila came prancing into the section to begin with. It’s private up here anyway; I’m being paranoid. This is what I convince myself. 

I’m not doing anything wrong. 

This is what I keep telling myself whenever I’m doing questionable shit morally. 

But why do I keep challenging my morals? 

What the fuck even are my morals? 

Shaking my head, I let my head fall back, I open my mouth, and I take in as much tequila as I can manage before it’s just completely gross. For some reason, this gets the other nearby people cheering, and they too, start passing the other bottles around and pouring shots into glasses and each other’s mouths. 

“Look at you, fucking rockstar.” Jake says, his nose nuzzled into the hair by my ear. I’m not sure what gives me the chills, his words, or how he says them. 

“Yeah yeah, I know.” I say with as much strength as I can muster, parting our bodies. “This place is pretty cool, the music’s hot. The people--” I don’t finish that sentiment as I look around at the questionable few that I’ve seen thus far. 

Jake can’t stop moving; he’s not full-out dancing, but he’s moving around with an excellent sense of rhythm. It’s got me laughing and moving with him too, spinning me around and catching me just in time before I lose my footing. He leans to my ear again, “You should see the downstairs; it’s fucking huge.” He steps back, his eyes widening as he puts his hands out to show the growth in size. He then jerks his head to the balcony. “Here, let me show you.” 

I join him at the balcony, feeling the buzz of top-shelf liquor in my loins. I’m not exactly thinking straight. People start cheering again, and I quickly have a knee-jerk reaction as if I’ve made a terrible mistake, but I don’t know why. Jake leans over the balcony, pouring out from the bottle onto expectant fans below. It’s probably not getting in anyone’s mouth; they’re all just collecting at the wall, clamoring to get a drop poured onto them. I try not to make it obvious as I back up into the safety of the darkness, out of the view of the general public below. 

This celebrity shit is exhausting. 

I just wanna get drunk and shake my ass. 

I don’t even wanna do this part. Can’t I just make music? 

“Hey beautiful, I don’t think I got your name?” 

Once Ray Park approaches me, I know I’ve about had enough of this scene. I force a tight-lipped smile and nod at him. “Y/N.” 

He mispronounces it for confirmation. 

“No, Y/N” I say a little more clearly. 

“Your name sounds familiar, what, you a singer or something?” Ray inquires. 

“Yeah, kinda.” I say before I hurriedly add, “I gotta go to the bathroom. Nice meeting you, though!” And I beeline for the door that we came into earlier. Once I’m in the empty hallway, I feel like I can breathe, not even realizing I was holding my breath. I can feel the alcohol settling in more, and it’s getting a bit tough for me to fake sober. I can feel the inhibitions disappearing. 

I should smoke. Yeah, I should smoke so I can think out my next moves. I step out the door and nod to the bouncer who steps aside, and I take out my pre-roll, cupping my hand to spark the flame that engulfs the thin paper twisted end of the joint before disappearing with a couple of light puffs from my lips. 

I have to leave for LA in two days.  Eli, and the rest of the band members are going to meet me out there, at the rental house.  It’ll be nice to see Eli again, and get out to perform again, which is what we love doing the most.  We’ll have a couple of meetings too, with the label.  That’s the part that’s gnawin’ at me. Music reviews, suits with no rhythm telling me what to change, make it more palatable to everyone but me.    I take another drag and my phone pulls me from my runaway thought train.  I can feel my heart skip a beat, like I’m a child with a crush. 

Stumbling slightly, I retrieve my phone from my clutch. 

Damn, did I drink that much? 

I blink away the drunken haze, opening my notifications and clicking on the message. 

babydaddy: Oh, I don’t know about that, baby. Hyunjin's really good, but thanks lol. 

babydaddy: yeah……you got me, I’m definitely thinking about you hehe. 

babydaddy: I think about you when it rains. 

babydaddy: It’s late over there, you’re still up??? 

I lock my screen, dropping my phone to my side as I take another puff. No immediate response; the right words elude me. 

When a familair call breaks the silence. I roll my eyes and answer. 

“If I lose you one more time tonight, I swear to God—” 

“What? You swear to God what?” I kiss my teeth. “I told you, being the guest of the night, I can’t hang.” Glancing around, I lower my voice, “Shorty on the couch was doing coke off her acrylics. And Ray Park was there? I’m calling an Uber.” 

“You for real right now?” Jake's voice struggles against the thumping music. 

“I’m out, Jake. You know where to find me. Call me sober, and not a second sooner.” 

I end the call, shaking my head with disappointment. Swiping to my Uber app, I call for a ride back to Jersey, the driver just four minutes away. Moving down the alley, I hold my coat tight, shielding myself from the icy wind that pricks my bare thighs. 

My stomach grumbles, a mix of emptiness and a craving for something satisfyingly awful. The tap of my heels leads me to a corner where a man grills hot dogs and sausages. Only one person ahead of me, the tantalizing smells engulf me. 

“One with everything, please.” 

“Spicy or not?” 

“Not spicy, please.”    “You were at the club tonight?” he asks, looking up only for a second before returning to his task, arranging my hotdog. “It’s early to be going home, no?” 

I chuckle, “It’s eleven at night! That’s late.” 

“Ah well, not here. Usually, I have line way down the street at three...yes at three everybody is ready for sleep all day.” He gestures behind me. 

“Your food must be good then.” I say, impressed with his narrative as he hands me my meal, wrapped neatly in foil.    I give him cash, tell him to keep the change, and with the buzz of my Uber arriving, I bid the hot dog chef goodbye. Walking a few paces to a black Escalade, I disappear into the backseat. 

Relaxing only when the door is closed, seatbelt secured, I sit back with a sigh. 

“Y/N?” The driver confirms. 

“Yes.” 

The Escalade cruises through the city, leaving the club and its wild allure in my rearview. The smell of street food wafts through the air, and I feel the warmth of the hotdog in my lap. My FaceTime rings, and I glance at my updated contact photo of Chris—black and white, his bare back on full display as he sits on the opposite end of the bed on his phone, completely unaware of how beautiful parts of him can look candidly.   

Something simple, but it was sexy to me.    His goofy emojis make my dopamine surge, and I answer without hesitation.    "Oop." 

Changbin's face appears, eyes wide, hand covering his mouth. Another head pops into view and disappears too quickly to identify, accompanied by muffled exclamations of "Oop" and "Ope." Changbin, the apparent culprit, glances off-screen guiltily. 

He begins in Korean, and my rusty language skills catch words like 'phone,' 'really,' and 'answered.' I respond in both English and Korean, demanding answers. "Yeah, I answered! Why do you have Chan’s phone? What did you do?" The chorus of surprised sounds echoes through the call. 

"Your Korean is so good!" Changbin exclaims in English. The phone is snatched away, and I hear Chris' muffled voice through his hand covering the speaker. I can't comprehend the words, but Chris quickly switches back to English, apologizing for the chaotic background.    "Oh my God, baby, I'm so sorry about that. They start drinking and turn into monkeys, all of them," Chris explains, his voice slightly higher and choppy with movement. The camera blurs as he paces, and suddenly, a door closes, casting the room into darkness. He flicks on a switch, revealing a studio in the JYPE building. 

"It's early to be drinking over there, right?" I question. 

"That's what I said!" Chris exclaims, finally settling on a black couch. He tilts the phone toward himself, leaning back. "What're you all done up for? You in a car right now?" 

"Just went out with a friend, tried a club in New York. Wasn't my thing," I casually reply, avoiding details. 

"Ah," he nods, bringing the phone closer. "What club was it?"    Jesus fuck why is he asking me all these questions?! 

Chris excels at conversation, delving into details with his myriad of questions. It's never intrusive, just genuine interest. "Club Mixer," I respond, watching his reaction through the screen. 

"Hmm, sounds kinda familiar. Was it cool? Bump into anyone interesting?" 

"Nah, no one mega-famous or anything." I glance out the window, shrugging. "Getting too old for this kinda thing." 

"Same here." 

I snort. "Come on, you're practically a baby. Your age talk kills me." 

"'Cause I am old! I'm twenty-seven, almost twenty-eight. In Korea, I'm already twenty-eight!" 

"I thought they ditched that system." 

"They did, but I'm still pushing thirty." He's insistent. "I mean, in the real world, that's young. But in K-Pop, I'm..." He chuckles, envisioning younger idols. "I'm climbing up there." His gaze returns to me. 

He's got makeup on, just enough to alter the look of his eyes. Dressed in a deep-cut sleeveless shirt, hair tufted above a designer sweatband, two small silver hoops in his ears. 

"I'm a cougar then." 

"I mean, cougars are hot." 

I laugh, and a chuckle from the driver makes me more aware of my surroundings. Peering out, we pass willow trees lining the street near the grocery store minutes from my home. 

"Almost home, beautiful babygirl?" He sings, unusually animated. 

“Cap, cap.” I wave my hand. 

“What?” he asks with a laugh. 

“That’s cap, you’re overdoing it.  Did you have something to drink too?” I lift a suspicious brow. 

  “Are you speaking Gen Z at me?” Chris’ laughter increases. “No I didn’t have anything to drink, someone’s gotta keep things under control around here.  You do look gorgeous though, I mean that.  Wish I was there with you.” 

He holds back a smile, licking his lips. "Not a guarantee, but I might be in LA while you're there. How long are you staying?" 

"A week. Leaving this Sunday." 

A series of knocks startle Chris, and he yells back. Once he identifies the visitor, he turns to me, "Oh, it's Felix. He was out earlier. Wanna say hi?" 

"Oh, sure!" I reply. Talking to Chris's members like this isn't my usual thing. Felix is the one I've chatted with the most, thanks to our shared mother tongues, but the others, well, we've had our interactions, even if they involved a lot of Papago (I'm looking at you, Minho). They were a bit awkward, understandably, knowing this wasn't the norm. Still, they supported their friend, their leader, their brother, and just kept to their business, willingly oblivious unless I was around.    But I rarely went to Seoul, it's easier to fly under the radar here in America when we’re together. 

"Felix? You can come in," Chris calls. The driver slows to a stop at my driveway, and I rush out to get into my home. Giving the driver five stars and a tip, I open my front door.  "Hello!" Felix's voice comes through. He waves with a smile as he sits down next to Chris, running his hands through his blonde hair. "How have you been?" 

"Good, good, just working on album three. Lots of extra steps now, now that the label’s involved and stuff." I say, matching his enthusiasm. 

"Yeah? Chan showed me a little bit of uh—what was it called again?" Felix turns to Chris, nodding to a rhythm he's established from memory. "Gatekeeping the best parts of you from me." He sings, two octaves deeper than the actual song, but I laugh as Chris snaps his fingers, recognizing the tune. 

"Constellations!" Chris exclaims. 

"Yeah, that's it! Oh, it's so catchy. I'm excited to hear the new album," Felix says. "I still see your songs on TikTok all the time when I'm scrolling. I send them to Chan when I see a really good one." 

Chan looks up thoughtfully as Felix talks. "You do send me some really good ones." 

"Yeah, but the last few you didn't respond to." 

"I didn't? Maybe I forgot. You send so much sometimes. I don't have enough time to go through it all." 

Watching them banter keeps me entertained as I take my heels off and sit down on my bed. "You can always just send them to me, Felix. I'm chronically online too," I joke. 

"That's not a bad idea. Y/N likes to game too." 

"Yeah? What do you play?" 

"Oh, he knows I barely have time these days, but I get lost in Stardew Valley, Pokemon, Apex—" 

"You play Apex?" 

"Occasionally, like I said, when I get a chance." I laugh. 

"Who do you main?" 

Chris interrupts, "Alright, alright. I'll give you her number, and you two can continue this conversation later. Felix, did you need me out there?" 

Felix stands up, "I just brought home food. We're about to eat, if the others didn't already get to it all by now." 

Chris lets out a pained groan and sigh. "What is it?" 

"BaeBae's Kitchen." Felix rocks back and forth on his knee on the edge of the couch as he awaits Chris's decision. 

"I'm not really hungry, but put some away for me?" 

"Yeah, sure, no problem." Felix leans down to wave to me once more. "It was nice seeing you again! Enjoy your night!" 

"You too, Felix!" 

He leaves the studio, and Chris sits back, watching me for a bit on the camera. "Looks like you're back home." 

"Mhm, finally." I rest my phone against my bedside lamp as I stand up and work on unzipping my dress. "Did you eat today yet?" I ask, my back turned as I peel out of my dress. I know Chris's appetite is as poor as mine. Sometimes, we just get so busy and stressed that we forget to eat altogether. Friends have had to physically pull me from my computer when I'm hyper-focused, so I'd go to the bathroom and eat something. Chris is no stranger to this method of work. He works similarly. 

"No, not yet," Chris replies hesitantly. 

"Then you should go eat with the others." I bring my arms to my bra, unclasping it. "You're not gonna eat the leftovers, be for real." 

"You're giving me a strip tease and telling me to go eat. Is this a test? 'Cause I'm failing it. Bad." 

I look over my shoulder, holding my bra to my chest now that it's undone, and I come over and pick the phone up, safely showing myself from the shoulders up. 

"Go eat," I say, firmly. “Now.” 

"Fine, Fine." He stands up, stretching his arm over his head with a sigh before he perks up again. "Alright, babygirl, I love you." 

"I love you too." 

- 

the next day...    I'm barely aware of my phone buzzing. Ignoring it, I turn my head, burying it under another pillow. A heavy, gross feeling engulfs me. How long have I been asleep? 

The relentless buzzing continues, jolting me awake. My sleep mode has shut off, and notifications flood through at an alarming rate. 

Now, my brain is too active for peaceful sleep. I sit up, blinking, rubbing the crust from my eyes, squinting in the darkness. Have I slept into the next evening? Holy shit. 

I touch my bedside lamp, dimming it to let my vision adjust. Pulling back the thick comforter and sheets, I expose my bare legs to the cool air. Why did I leave the thermostat so low? I shuffle to the door, pressing the red button to raise the temperature. With a yawn, I pick up my phone to see what's happening. 

Great. Did another song go viral? Instagram and TikTok have hit my icon notification limits. I have eighteen missed calls and 88 text messages. 

Well, at least the messages aren't hugely overwhelming. 

I open Twitter first, a bad habit. As soon as I'm in, I see myself massively tagged, far more than usual. Pulling up the tweets attached to my name, I feel like I could pass out. 

"Omg, look, she's in the VIP too." 

"So here's the tea: her name is Y/N, and she's the singer in a shitty garage band called Living to Die." 

"Bffr Living To Die is not a garage band, Don't Go is a bop." 

"She's fucking problematic as fuck?! She tried to break up Stray Kids! Now she's trying to ruin Jake Wong too?!" 

"They do anything for clout lmfao, ugly fat bitch." 

"How did she break up Stray Kids?" 

"Stray Kids isn't broken up. That's a lie made up by cupcake stays who don't like Chan. Lee Know had to go to the military." 

"It happened with BTS, and look at them now." 

"Jungkook is hella successful, fym???" 

"She's the reason why Lee Know went to his military service early." 

"Ur making shit up atp Lee Know went in with everyone else." 

"Look!!!! I knew I recognized her. Here she is outside JYPE building last yr, Channie got so much hate for it!!!! She doesn't even care, or she wouldn't keep following all these idols around!! She just wants fame for her band." 

"Desperate hoe lmfao." 

"#keepY/Nawayfromidols." 

"If she is the reason why Chan isn't posting on Instagram anymore, I'm gonna fight her ong, he's going through enough :(" 

"She should kill herself before she fucks up Jake Wong too." 

"She used to be a stay; she's just delulu. She's stalking Chan atp lol he doesnt want her or he would tell stays."    “Channie tells us everything~~” 

"shes fuckin a known sasaeng."    “Channie deserves to be happy if he’s in a relationship let him be! He’s an adult???? Be SO fr yall”    “whats a sasaeng?” 

"Make it make sense u stupid bitch Chan was literally with her at the building; why would he be there if she's a fucking sasaeng?"    “A sasaeng is a crazy idol stalker”    “She fits the bill ngl lmao” 

"Chan deserves better. I don't like Jake Wong, but he deserves better too."    “GUYS STOP SPREADING RUMORS!!!! Chan doesnt have a girlfriend!!!! Stop being TOXIC STAYS! Ur giving us all bad names, vote stray kids for VMAs 2027!!” 

"I think they were at the Billboard Music Awards together when Stray Kids performed two years ago. They could have met there." 

"What an ugly disgusting bitch. I hope she dies lol."     -

My hands are shaking so bad; I drop my phone to the floor. I can’t read anymore. I don’t even know how I’ve read this far. My skin is clammy, and I feel prickling all over. I rush to the bathroom and heave over the toilet. First, it's a little from last night's hot dog, then I'm dry heaving yellow bile from anxiety. My body breaks out in a vicious sweat. When I'm done, I drop my head back against the wall. 

And I cry. 

#bang chan #bangchan x reader #chan x reader #chan x you #bangchan smut #chan smut #skz fic #stray kids fic #kpop smut #chan x y/n #chris bang #skz smut #idol fic #crossover #stray kids smut #bangchan fanfic #bangchan x female reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #bangchan hard hours #bangchan angst #skz angst #stray kids x you #stray kids fanfic

[scorchieart]

More to Give, More to Take

Part I

Clavis: Hmm... there's still something missing. What do you think, Fashion Clavis?

Fashion Clavis: It couldn't cover up all his ugliness. Let's spray him once more.

Knight Clavis: Or we could poke his face till it deflates! The drawing will cover more of him that way!

Clavis: An amusing thought, but we still need a canvas to stick it to.

Knight Clavis: I'll pin it on with my sword!

Horse: *whinnies happily*

Knight Clavis: See! I already have one vote for my idea! Anyone else?

Bunny Clavis: Actually, I think he's just happy to nibble on my ears. Ouch, by the way.

Flower Clavis: Haha! Why do you think I swapped places with you?

Chocolate Clavis: Mmphm.

Flower Clavis: Lay off it, you would have done the same.

Chocolate Clavis: Mmmmphmm!

Knight Clavis: Use your God-given right to words, fellow Clavis! We have a fair lady present!

Bunny Clavis: It looks like his mouth melted. Just like my poor ears.

Fashion Clavis: It must be because we're all so hot. We've counteracted the Brutal Beast's arctic chill.

Chocolate Clavis: MMMMM!!!!!

Balloon Clavis: Heads up, Clavises! Mad Hatter is trying to escape again!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Curse you and your aerial advantage. And I was so close, too. Next time, don't leave your precious breakable glass prison next to such a hard object.

Knight Clavis: Clay Clavis! You were supposed to guard the prisoner! Not aid him in his escape!

Clay Clavis: ...

Flower Clavis: About as useful as Chocolate Clavis, that one, eh?

Bunny Clavis: About as useful as you, you mean?

Chocolate Clavis: HMM!

Knight Clavis: And you two! You were tasked with protecting our fair maiden from any harm. Have you been lollygagging up there?

Leopard Clavis: I do hope you realize I am ineffectual in combat from this distance. I am but a simple Clavis wearing a leopard hat. Much like how you are a simple Clavis waving a toy sword.

Knight Clavis: T-toy...?

Kissing Clavis: And she's just so sweet! I couldn't possibly turn away from her adorable cheeks for even a moment!

Knight Clavis: But... but your duty as gentlemen!

Mad Hatter Clavis: My, my. All this discord wafting through the air is simply delicious. Perhaps you would consider releasing me to join in on the feast?

Fashion Clavis: Not after last time, wacko.

Mad Hatter Clavis: Is that so? I recall you taking immense enjoyment in the proceedings in particular, Fashion Clavis. You nearly shattered your precious sprayer nozzle when you collapsed from your bout of hysterics.

Fashion Clavis: And I still haven't forgiven you for that! Or for what you did to Reading Clavis!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Please, he had it coming. Associating with Reading Chevalier? The height of disgrace.

Clavis: Speaking of Chevalier, can we all please get back to the task at hand?

Balloon Clavis: I still say we flatten him with a bookcase.

Clavis: That kind of thinking is what landed Mad Hatter Clavis in the bottle in the first place. Unrelated, but darling, please make sure the umbrella is covering the both of us.

Leopard Clavis: Me too, please!

Chocolate Clavis: Mm-hmm!

Kissing Clavis: I'll stay riiight here. *snuggles*

Flower Clavis: Hey, Bunny Clavis? Wanna swap places again?

Bunny Clavis: Oi! Back off!

Horse: *winnies and chews*

Bunny Clavis: You too! That's it! I'm sitting next to Clay Clavis!

Mad Hatter Clavis: Wonderful! You can swap with me!

Fashion Clavis: Don't you dare. Knight Clavis, stop him!

Knight Clavis: *sniff* How? With my toy sword? I wouldn't even be able to crack open the jar! I'm even more useless than Clay Clavis! *cries*

Clavis: Gentlemen! Control yourselves! We called this meeting to prove to Chevalier that both the sum of our parts and each individual personality are forces to be reckoned with. That the moniker of Clavis Lelouch prevails supreme no matter the role he plays or the hat he wears. Prince. Knight. Leopard. And yes, even fashion stylist. And with the support of the love of our life behind us, there is nothing we cannot accomplish, alone or as a team. What must he think of us after seeing such a horrendous display?

Mad Hatter Clavis: Well, why don't you ask him?

Chevalier: Zzzzz...

All the Clavises: ...

Clavis: Balloon Clavis, prepare the bookcase. Everyone else, take cover under the umbrella.

Kissing Clavis: *smooch*

#ikemen prince #ikepri #clavis lelouch #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #ikepri crack #scorchie's princely pocket dimension #I couldn't fit reading clavis and chev anywhere ;-;

[howlingday]

Persemblance

(1) / 2 / 3 / 4

Starting today, you're moving in with your uncle and cousin living in Patch, and you will be living here for the next year. But first, do you want to see a totally unrelated picture of a barely legal supermodel athlete in a bikini? >Yes< Yes

Pyrrha: OH MY GOD! I'M SO TOTALLY FAT~!

Ohohohoho yeaaaaah... Wait, what? Oh. Yeah, right. Moving in with your aunt, or whatever.

Qrow: Hey! I'm Qrow Branwen, and this is Ruby.

Ruby: ...

"It's nice to meet you."

Qrow: Hey, no need to be so formal!

Qrow: I'VE SEEN YOU NAKED.

Qrow: Welp, let's head home!

???: Hey! I'm a totally unimportant dust store owner!

???: CAN I TOUCH YOUR HAAAAAND~?

"Urp..."

Ruby: Hey, are you alright? You don't look so good.

Yeah. Seriously. Could it be because of that creepy dust shop worker from earlier who touched you for no reason? NOPE! You're just tired. NOW STOP THINKING ABOUT THINGS!

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Qrow: So let me tell you about this one time when I changed your diaper.

Qrow: (Phone rings, Answers) What?

???: Mr. Branwen, sir! They're selling those cute ice cream sandwiches you love so much at Coal & Sons!.

Qrow: I'm on the case! (Hangs up, Walking out) Uncle Qrow's got some (Licks lips) criminals to apprehend. (Leaves)

TV: PLOT PLOT PLOT PLOT PLOT PLOT

Ruby: (About to cry)

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Zzz... Zzz... Zzz... Zzz..

OOGA BOOGA!

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Hey, guess what. It's time for your first day at school! You wonder what kinds of fun and wacky adventures await you at your new school!

Port: EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM IS A WHOOOOOOORE!

Port: Now take a chastity belt and siddown!

Oobleck: (PA) Someone got killed. Now go home.

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Yang: Hey, transfer student! I'm Yang Xiao Long!

Blake: And I'm uncomfortable!

Neptune: Hey, Yang, I've got-

Yang: TRIAL OF THE DRAGON! (Nutshots)

Neptune: (Falls over) Urgh... What the fuck...

Yang: Okay! Let's go to Coals!

Blake: YAAAAAAAAAY~!

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Adam: Hiiiiiiiiii, Blaaaaaaaake.

Adam: Do you want to be my loooveeeeeeeer?

Blake: Um... no?

Adam: (Slinks away) Okaaaaaaaay...

Yang: SHEESH! What a total creep! Good thing we'll never see him again! Now let's talk about stuff nobody cares about!

Saphron: They already took it down.

Terra: Aw, man! But I love dead bodies!

Adrian: MOM! I'M HUNGRY!

Yang: I wonder what happened.

Let's find out.

Qrow: Hey! This is a crime scene!

Oh.

Qrow: And as you can see, (Stuffing his face with ice cream) We're hard at work here!

Clover: EW! DEAD BODIES! EW EW EW!

Qrow: So yeah, (Nom!) you kids should head home.

You decided to head home.

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TV: Tukson Nolastname was found dead on a TV and that's why you're eating alone tonight.

Ruby: (Sniffles)

TV: In other news. COAL AND SONS COMMERCIAL!.

Ruby: YAAAAAAY~!

Ruby: Whenever Uncle Qrow is busy working, I sing the Coal's jingle so I feel less alone!

Ruby: Every day's great a-at y-your... C... C... C...

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The next day, you helped some loser rolling around in a trash can.

Neptune: Hello?! Can someone help me out of here? I thought this would be a good idea!

Neptune: Hey! I'm Neptune Vasilias! I'll do some stuff after school!

Then school happened.

Neptune: Hey, let's go get some grilled steak.

Yang: (From a distance) TRIAL OF THE DRAGON!

Neptune: No worries! I can cover-

Yang: (In Neptune's ear) TRIAL OF THE DRAGOOON!

Yang: Hey, Blake, let's go get some free steak!

Blake: Yang, I'm gonna get so fat!

Yang: Oh, okay!

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Neptune brought you to the Coal's food court.

Yang: STEAK! STEAK STEAK! STEAK! STEAK STEAK!

Neptune: My mom got promoted to manager and we had to move to this location to-

Yeah, whatever.

Weiss: Why am I so miserable...

Neptune: Hey! It's Weiss! Hey, We-

Weiss: HEY, NEPTUNE~! DRIVING MORE FAMILY-OWNED STORES OUT OF BUSINESS BY BRINGING YOUR STUPID FRIENDS HERE?

Neptune: W-What?

Weiss: Wait, what? I don't know, I'm so tired.

Neptune: Weiss, is there something wrong? If there is, you can tell me. Because, you see... Weiss! I lov-

Weiss: OOOOH! Is that the transfer student?!

Weiss: Hey, Neptune is kind of a loser and you should get better friends!

Neptune: Hahaha! Weiss, you're such a kidder! (Pats her back)

Weiss: DON'T! TOUCH ME!

Weiss: Okay, bye~!

Yang: Hey, guys! They say if you look at the TV when it's raining at midnight, you can see magical people inside!

You and Neptune both agree that it was totally stupid, and then decide to try it out later that night.

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TV: And now it's the evening news murder corner. Tonight, we have a very professional interview with the person who found the body.

TV: A dead body, ladies and gentlemen! Wowzers! Was it awesome? Or was it AWESOME?.

TV: Wha...?.

TV: Hey, Coal's is pretty cool!.

Ruby: YAAAAAAY~!

Ruby: Uncle Qrow! We should go to Coal's together!

Qrow: (Drunk and hungover) Clove, what the hell are you talking about? Stop putting shaved chocolate in my....

Hey. You should try that thing Yang was talking about. ... THOUARTTHEEARTTHOUSTICKYOURHANDINTHETVDOITDOITDOIT ... CHOMP!

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Neptune: Hey, did you see anything last night?

Yang: I sure did! It was awesome!

You try to tell them how your TV tried to eat you last night.

Neptune/Yang: PSHAAAAW!

Neptune: Hey, Yang, let's go to Coal's to find a TV for this idiot to jump into!

Yang: I know, right?

Neptune/Yang: (You stand in front of the TV) Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Neptune/Yang: (You stick your hand into TV) AAAAAAAAAAH!

Neptune expresses his surprise in the most eloquent way possible.

Neptune: I HAVE TO PEEEEEE!

Neptune/Yang: (Fall into TV) AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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You wonder why the voice acting is so poor during animated cutscenes.

Neptune: I have to pee.

Yang: What?

Neptune: I have to pee!

"We should get out of here."

Yang: You're right!

Neptune: I have to pee.

Yang: Hey, a creepy, red vortex!

Awesome! Let's go!

Neptune: I have to pee!

Yang: Whoa... What a weird room...

Neptune: You guys, I have pee SO BAD!

Neptune: I'm gonna pee RIGHT! HERE!

...

Neptune: ...

...

Neptune: ...Okay, nevermind!

Yang: Hey, there's a noose here!

Spooky. Your thoughts, Neptune?

Neptune: Nooses are bad.

SUPER!

Somewhat: Did somebody call for a MASCOT CHARACTER?

Somewhat: Hey, I'm gonna let you guys out of-

Neptune/Yang: AAAH! WE'RE TRAPPED!

Somewhat: Um, I just said I was gonna-

Neptune/Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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