#then hit her the tongue and finger combo

[is-nini]

Alhaitham x Bunny! Reader

Warning: dumbafication, degrade, filthy words, Alhaitham being mean, edging, breeding, manhandling, size kink. Trust me, pure filth. summary: you walk around Haitham’s house without panties on so Alhaitham decides to treat you like the slut you are ;)

Word count: 1794

Alhaitham and you are a combo people will never think about. He is an acting grand sage at some point and you are… well you. Just a cute little bunny enjoying her life. Even though it is unexpected, Alhaitham never really cares. He loves you and your carefree act. Sometimes the antics you do are dumb such as now, wearing no panties, letting your pussy out there while wearing your mini skirt but it's okay, Alhaitham is not afraid to put you in your place.

"Mhn-!" You squirm as Alhaitham holds you in your place. You sprawled out on your dear boyfriend's lap, ass up for his eyes to feast "Stop moving bunny" his big palm holds your hips still as you look up at him with a teary eye "Ha-haitham sorry, am sorry" you moan out as you feel your pussy slowly getting wet, feeling his stare on your pussy "you acted like a bad bunny, you will be treated as such".

his hand slowly strokes your ass, leaving a ghost trail along your ass as it slowly inches toward your pussy. He spreads your pussy lips for a while, toying with it. he pinch one of your pussy lips, pulling it making you let out a whine as your ass wiggled, trying to create some friction but a sudden pain stopped you. “I said no moving princess” Haitham growled out after spanking your ass. He repositioned you, pushing you face down to the bed. “So-sorry Haitham! Sorry!”. Alhaitham ignores your pleas and pulls up your ass as now your pussy is fully present in front of his face. “you keep saying sorry yet you still did the same mistake. Maybe I should punish you harder?” he ended his words with another hard slap to your ass, making you jerk upwards while emitting a squeal as you wiggle your ass on the air, trying to calm your red ass down “n-no Haitham! Please please” at this point your pussy is already wet, the pain and the stare is not helping your sopping pussy to stop.

“Please what princess? more?” Alhaitham smirked, looking at your face wet with tears as another slap hits your ass, making you cry out more. Alhaitham’s deep laugh of amusement makes you pout as his hand slowly went to the slit of your pussy. He looks at your throbbing pussy in amusement as he dips in and out his thumb on the wet slick of your cunt. “such a wet cunt and all for me? how cute” he lets his head goes closer to your pussy, blowing little wind making you shiver in anticipation. his breath slowly grazes your dripping cunt as he nudges a little of your pussy with his tongue. You immediately move your hips, trying to gain his tongue inside your pussy but as he would have it, he pulled away as soon as your pussy touches his skin making you cry out in frustration “Haitham! Haitham please pleasee please play with my pu-pussy” you moan out, whining and begging him to do anything just anything so that your pussy won’t feel empty. Haitham looks at you with a smirk on his face, he goes back down and slowly inserts his middle finger in, making a circular motion inside, scratching the walls of your cunt “Tell me, princess, do you want me to use my finger? or my tongue?” Alhaithama asked all the while his finger is still moving inside you “ha-ahn! c-cock please! Please” you beg, instead of him answering you, a hard slap fell onto your pussy, making you jolt and cry out a respond “ha-a!” a tsk fell out from Alhaitham’s lips as he scoffs at you “I didn’t offer you my cock you dumb bunny. it’s just my finger yet you’re already this dumb?” Alhaitham slaps your pussy one more time, making you jolt out as fat tears streams out. Alhaitham goes back down but this time his tongue latches on your pussy “ha-ngh! oh! yes! Please!” his tongue messily swipes across your sensitive bud, his mouth then latches and sucks on your bundle of nerves, making your leg shake and scream “oh! yes! ha-Haitham! so-so ghood ah ngh!” you legs are shaking as he keeps on attacking and sucking on your pussy, while his mouth is busy playing with your clit, his finger slowly make it’s way to your hole. he plunges two of his finger inside, fucking it in and out of you while his tongue busy abusing your nerves “Ha-Haitham oh! please Haitham! ngh! ah! Th-There! oh!” as you squeal and moan, you felt your stomach tighten and your pussy throbbing around Haitham’s finger, just as you were about to release, Haitham pulled everything away making you cry out in frustration “H-Haitham!” you scream out, face red and wet with tears, saliva dripping down to your chin, your little tail shaking in frustration as your climax was canceled. 

Alhaitham swipes the wetness that is left in his mouth as he stares at you with sharp eyes “What? You are not allowed to cum yet, that is your punishment bunny” You stare at him as your shakey leg falters once in a while, you were about to say something when Alhaitham flips your body with ease and pulls up your leg. he spreads your leg wide open, staring at your throbbing pussy. your wet slick messy pools around your thighs. Haitham pulls your hand up, holding it with only one of his hands. “you said you wanted my cock right?” Haitham pulled down his zipper, and your eye followed his hand, trailing down to see his cock spring out. the sight makes your mouth water as you feel your pussy start to throb more around nothing and your tail twitching in anticipation, Alhaitham notices this and strokes your pussy lips softly before slapping it again hard, making you jump and squeal in surprise “eeek! Haithamnnnh!” you whine out, Alhaitham’s deep chuckled echoed throughout the room as he slowly slaps his cock on your clit, making you jump every time they make contact “yes my little bunny? enjoying the view?” he teases. Alhaitham lets your hand go. he places his big hand on both sides of your hips. He pulls your hips up with ease as he slowly puts his dick in. 

“B-bunny.. s-so tight.. relax bunny it’s okay” You cannot handle his dick slowly moving in. You scream in ecstasy as your pussy engulf Alhaitham’s big cock “Haitham! too big! Too big! Oh! ha-angh! Haithammnn!” your hand reaches out to touch his abs, trying to make space to make him slow the insertion down. “ngh.. oh bunny you feel so good around me.. so tight and warm” Haitham closes his eyes for a while, trying to comprehend the way you feel around him, once he opens his eyes, a bulge is visible on your stomach where his dick imprint is visible, he lets out a breathy laugh as he slowly started to move in and out all the while still holding up your hips above the bed “look at that bunny..” he whispered as he moves your hips around his cock as if your hips is his plaything “Ngh! Haitham! oh! th-there! oh!” you throw your head back as he started to pull in and out. your mouth hangs open as your eyes rolled backward “Haitham sho ghood! sho ghoood! oh!” you moan out, He pulls out his cock almost completely before slamming back in full force, making your breast bounces according to his thrust. “look at you, ngh.. bunny.. so cute and so dumb out of your mind”

Alhaitham smirked in victory looking at your fucked out state. His thrust is consistent, making sure he almost pulls out completely before slamming back in with fierce. your mind turns blank as your saliva drips down from your chin to the bed. your mind is only filled with “haitham’s” and “cock” as you blabber out “Haitham s’good! so ghood! ah! Haitham! Haitham!” as his thrust goes faster and faster, you feel his cock getting just a bit bigger inside you. Your toes curl up as you stretch your chest upwards, with no shame in letting your breast bounce according to his tempo. The familiar tightness around your stomach became much clearer. your pussy throbbing and clenching around his cock deliciously, letting Alhaitham know you are close “You’re close bunny? hmm? you’re close?” Alhaitham teases you, right before you climax Alhaitham pulls out completely once again, making you scream. “Haitham! please, please! please let me cum!” you begged, full-on crying and sniffling as your hand tries to grab his cock. your poor state makes Alhaitham’s heart church but you have to learn your lesson “Do you want to cum bunny? are you sure? beg some more, say you’re sorry” You swallow your saliva and hiccups trying to make the most coherent words as best as you can “H-Haitham! am sorry! am Sorry! please please let me cum! please haitham ple-ahnp!” your last please is finally heard as Alhaitham thrust his cock back in, tempo faster than ever. Haitham immediately spurts out his cum after the third thrust, shooting his cum deep inside you all the while still holding your hips up, your legs are shaking as his cum triggered your climax too. Your pussy throb and squirt out a string of water as your whole body shakes “Oh! cumming cumming Haitham! ngh!” you squeal out. 

Alhaitham's chest heaves up and down as he pants. he feels his cum slowly seep out from your pussy, and he looks down to see his chest and cock wet after being splashed by your squirt. Haitham slowly puts your shaking hips down as he calms himself from his own high. “You did a great job bunny, so proud of my cute bunny” he whispered after laying down beside you. He slowly pulls your legs back together, stroking your hips to calm you down before pulling you in a hug. your shaking body and fucked out brains barely comprehend how your stomach is a little bit bulge out because of his cum deep inside of you. “Thank you bunny, shhh it's okay” Alhaitham whispers as your body shakes once in a while. Alhaitham laughs and drapes a blanket over you. “take a rest bunny, I’ll take care of the rest” Alhaitham kisses your forehead and strokes your hair gently, with love “Good job at taking your punishment bunny..” is what you heard one last time before you fell into dreamland.

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[evanchantingpeters]

How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 2)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ Y/N is fresh in East Hollywood, LA. After a major life overhaul, she’s ready to dive into a new chapter. So, when she hits the town for a night out with friends, she unexpectedly crosses paths with none other than actor Evan Peters. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act all nonchalant, but damn, Evan’s interest throws her for a loop. Their first meeting? Total tension and flirtation, hinting at an evening full of surprises.

Warnings ─ Obscene language, semi-public, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, nipple teasing, spanking, vaginal sex, rough sex, extra smutty—you guys know the drill ;)

Read Part 1 here.

Word count ─ 4K

18+ This is ADULT content. I’m not your mummy to supervise your net access. If you’re a minor, do NOT read!

@evanchantingpeters — All rights reserved. Please do not modify, translate, or plagiarise my content.

If you were told ten minutes ago that you’d be straddling Evan Peters, skin-on-skin in the driver’s seat of his car, grinding your soaked pussy against his solid rock hard-on while your tongues explore each other like it’s a competition until your lips get swollen, you’d be like, “Yeah, right, when pigs fly.”

But here you are, parked in some dark, secluded spot near the club you’ve just met. Your moans bounce off his car windows as he hungrily fondles handfuls of your body. You do love you some manhandling, truth be told.

You have your friends’ blessings about leaving with someone. Though, the chances of them believing you’ve pulled and bagged Evan Peters as your sneaky link for the night are slim to none, especially after you lecture Adria on the celebrities-normies combo being far-fetched. But it’s fair to say you didn’t choose the night with Evan Peters; the night with Evan Peters chose you.

His veiny hands on you and his gravelly voice against your ear trigger a muscle memory, recalling the heat you felt—but never vocalised—during Murphy’s close-ups on Evan’s hands in the Dahmer series and his viral ‘Relax, I just wanna take some pictures’ line. His baritone in that unsettling scene still gives you chills.

“Damn, miss...you’re something else,” he rasps out with a sly smile. You become his Roman Empire as he worships the sight of all of you on top of him, eyes devouring your entire body as you move gracefully, biting your bottom lip.

He groans deeply as his hands knead your tits and waist all the way down your thighs. With a cheeky squeeze of your ass, he draws you closer, a little squeal escaping you as his raging erection rubs harsher against your wet centre.

“I’m dying to fuck you,” he huffs after your lips meet again, his eyes imploring as he buckles his hips against yours. The friction sends your arousal flying. You just know he’s the type who promises to rail you until your guts rearrange and actually delivers. Better hold on tight.

With a coy grin, you reach down and caress his bulge straining under his jeans. “I can tell,” you whisper, your hot breath making him shudder as you mischievously trace his upper lip with your tongue.

Evan sucks in a sharp breath and bucks against your touch with a choked grunt. You can feel his length convulsing beneath you, your wetness still squishing against him.

“No...for real, Y/N. You’re insanely hot...and while I wanna bang your brains out right now, I don’t wanna objectify you. I respect you an—”

You cut him off mid-sentence with another steamy kiss. The urge to sit him in front of a mirror as he unravels his feminist, anti-alpha male stance, all while you jerk him off before riding the shit out of him, is stronger than ever.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart, Evan? So virtuous with your strong values and morals,” you praise his ‘golden-retriever’ and ‘husband material’ nature, delicately caressing his cheek. “But let’s cut to the chase—I’m here to hook up.”

With newfound energy, you attack his neck with eager kisses as you roll your hips against him more vigorously. Your fingertips roam over his sculpted Greek-God chest, travelling down to the contours of his divinely marbled abs.

Body is damn bodying.

You go on full “pick-me girl” mode as you purr, “I’m thirsty” and playfully toy with the buckle of his belt, hinting at your intentions. You can’t let that mound on his jeans go unnoticed; it’s practically screaming for your attention and attentive care.

He lets out a dark chuckle against the crook of your neck as he nibbles his way up to your jawline. “How can I quench your thirst?” he murmurs, now nipping at your pouty lips.

“You’re the best refreshment around,” you hush before swiftly shifting to the passenger seat and bending over, knees near your head and ass pointed skywards in a tantalising display he can’t resist.

You begin to pepper mouth-watering kisses along his chest, sliding down to his boner. Your tongue stumbles over the ridges of his abs as you venture lower, your moaning mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He cocks his head to the side with a knowing smirk, admiring the view that the curve of your ass provides, smacking it along the way.

With practised ease, you undo his jeans, palming the damp patch of pre-cum on his boxers. Glancing up at him with a crooked smile, you coo, “Eager, are we?” before sliding down his boxers.

His head lolls back, muffled moans escaping him as you swipe your tongue along the underside ridge of his hard, red-tipped cock. His breath rushes out in laboured, choppy huffs like his life depends on you. The way you take him deeper, double-fisting him, becomes his lifeline.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he manages to utter under his breath as he tenses in your grasp. You mewl softly around his cock, sending vibrations rippling through his body like shockwaves.

You’re insatiable, sucking him up from taint to balls, coating him in your saliva as you pump him harder in your mouth. Your swollen cunt is aching for him as you feel his head harden and twitch in your mouth with building pressure, forcing gagging moans out of you.

Gripping your hair in a messy ponytail, he watches intently as he fucks your mouth with increasing intensity. His free hand brushes along your clothed slit, his sturdy fingers running up and down your soaked panties. You gasp at the stimulus, clinging to the door handle for support.

“E-Evan,” you slur out as he applies more pressure on your throbbing heat, your words faltering as ragged breaths escape you.

“Yes?” He whispers, feigning innocence, though his arched brow and smirk betray his true intentions. He knows he can edge you with minimal effort, making you cum in his hands on the spot.

“Don’t stop,” you plead through your desire, your hips swaying in harmony with his rhythmic in-out motion.

“Keep sucking, baby girl. You drive me nuts, but I wanna see you multitask,” he challenges, no pun intended with his nuts reference.

As he tucks aside your lacy panties, he begins to circle your arousal, teasing your slopping folds. A low grunt slips off him as he feels how wet and ready you are for him. “Jeez, I need to take a dive in those Niagara Falls,” he chuckles and keeps fiddling around your throbbing clit.

Before you know it, he plunges two fingers in your begging entrance, eliciting a whimper from your lips that’s louder than you expect. The way he expertly curls his fingers inside you, hitting all the right spots, sends bolts of pleasure through your core.

Soon, the sound of your moans blends with the wet squelching of your pussy, echoing throughout the car.

The faster his fingers pop in and out, the louder you moan in delight as you suck his dick relentlessly. When his thumb joins in, smoothly rubbing against your clit with no mercy, your thighs begin to wobble.

His fingering inevitably loses momentum as he tightens his grip on your hair. You giggle quietly as you realise he’s about to hit his climax, his head striking against the back of your throat, causing your eyes to well up with tears.

“Fuuuck, I’m gonna burst, Y/N,” he growls, delivering a sharp slap to your ass. His fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your thighs, leaving faint red marks on them. He lets out the cutest, most contrasting sounds—something between a low groan and a high-pitched whimper—as his hips thrust harder each time.

With a wicked grin, you intensify your suction on his tip, sending him over the edge with a primal groan. His hot cum spurts into your mouth, filling it with its salty sweetness, before trickling down your chin. You eagerly lick his shaft clean and swallow his juices with greedy gulps, savouring his taste with a satisfied hum.

“Told you, you’ve freshened me up,” you chirp, playfully wiping him off your face. “You’re okay?” you ask with a bashful smile, reaching out to brush back the sweaty curls that have clung to his forehead.

He throws his head back, his chest still heaving with shallow pants as he stares at you with hooded eyes. “Damn, you’re good...I’m wrecked,” he breathes out.

Grinning lazily at you, he buries your face in his hands and grazes your cheeks with his thumbs.

“If you need a dopamine boost, I’ve got just the cure for you,” you coo and lean in close, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Oh, yeah? What’s the prescription, doc?” he teases, his eyes dark with lust as he bites his lip, his hands massaging your ass cheeks. It’s a silent prompt for you to climb back over him as his mouth desperately fumbles your skin.

You peer into his lustrous eyes with a sly smirk. “Sure, I can give you a ride, sir,” you purr, your fingers tracing tantalising patterns through his locks.

His grin widens as your sex alights on his crotch that’s twitching eagerly at the prospect. “I’m all for it,” he murmurs, pulling you close for another heated kiss.

His arms envelop you as you bend together towards the compartment by the passenger’s seat with shared anticipation. Your hands remain entwined around the back of his neck as you sprinkle kisses across his flushed face.

He delves into the container, rifling through its contents. “Shit,” he hisses, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Houston, we have a problem?” you ask, your voice deep with desire.

“Mission abort...out of condoms,” he admits, his eyes meeting yours with regret.

“Consider it solved, let’s head to mine.”

You fling open the door to your apartment, ushering Evan inside with a goofy grin. “Come on in and behold the fortress of fun!” you announce, gesturing grandly to the vibrant interior.

He giggles and steps inside, taking in the cosy yet funky vibe of your place. “Dang, this place’s dope,” he compliments, nodding approvingly at the eclectic mix of pop art and rococo décor.

You beam proudly. “Thanks! Gotta give props to my housemate, Mayra. She’s the mastermind behind all this coolness,” you explain as you lead him down the hall towards the living room, giving him a quick peek into your room.

“Ah, gotcha. She’s got skills,” Evan comments appreciatively as you both shuffle back to the living room, clearly digging the ambiance.

He scans the space more thoroughly this time before turning back to you. “Is your housemate around?” he inquires casually, hands in pockets.

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nah, she’s living it up in NYC for work. Won’t be back for a while,” you reply with a shrug, not missing the mischievous shine in Evan’s eyes as he looks you up and down.

His gaze darkens slightly as he inches closer with a smug smile that grows with every step, pinning you against the wall next to a small table stand. “Just you and me, then, huh?” he murmurs, his voice coarse and velvety just like it turns you on.

You affirm him with a smirk. Your fingers tangle in the soft strands of his hair as he closes the distance between you with a soft kiss that rapidly turns into a full-blown makeout session. What begins as sensual brushstrokes—your lips caressing softly—soon morphs into a heated exchange, your tongues kicking off a seductive twirl.

With a breathy moan, you shed his jacket and tug at his shirt, balling it up with a scrunch as you press his chiselled body firmer against yours.

“I like your lips,” he rasps out between kisses, a broad smile etched on his lips.

“My horizontal or vertical lips?” you toss out nonchalantly with a smirk, seemingly unfazed by any potential consequences. As if that isn’t daring enough, your gaze pierces into his eyes, radiating a sexual intensity that tips him off the edge.

He reciprocates your challenge with a devilish grin, as it’s his turn to strip you off your jacket and dress. His gaze is hungry as he takes you in. “Let me do an audit down there first, assess the vertical ones, and I’ll come back to you,” he mumbles as he drags sensual kisses down your boobs.

You moan softly as he latches onto your perky nipples, giving them a tantalising pull that only worsens your wetness down there.

His mouth trails down your body and sucks onto your hip bones until it finally presses against the fabric of your thong, right on your clit. You instinctively arch your back and grip the edges of the table as he kisses and inhales against you with a hum of delight.

“Where’s my boy dinner?” he teases, staring up at you. He stretches your panties down and leaves a kiss on the peak of the mound between your legs, causing you to squirm in his firm hold.

You shoot him a sultry grin, your voice tinged with desire. “Where do you want it served?”

With a swift movement, he flips you over, offering deliciously tingling love bites on your ass cheeks. As he rises to his full height, his lips shower your neck with fervent kisses.

You instinctively rest your head onto his shoulders, granting him easier access, and you can’t help but moan lightly as you feel the firm press of his hardness against your lower back.

“You see that couch over there?” he coos. You’re quick to grab onto his belt and tug him over there without breaking the kiss. You both let out muffled moans and smile-kiss as Evan finds his leg ensnared in the folds of a blanket, miserably fighting to wiggle himself free.

You slump down on the couch together, him on top, and instantly dive into a deeper kiss. His groans fill your mouth, assaulting your senses. You playfully suck on the tip of his tongue as you feel his stiff cock on your stomach, eager to set free.

“I’ll lick my plate clean, I promise. I just want you to feed me,” he begs, flashing you an imploring look.

“How do you want it?”

“On my face...only for me to feast,” he grins, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss while groping around your thighs all the way up your tits.

Lying on your back, you watch as he stands beside you and slowly chucks your thong away. His eyes fixate on your slick sex with a mix of awe and hunger, his fingers itching to dig in and explore.

You spread your thighs wider, inviting him closer between your legs, hands on his chest. He positions his head under you, his warm breath tingling your skin. His mouth brushes along your inner thighs, leaving tender kisses as he moves closer to where you want him to be.

And then, without warning, he savagely stretches apart your dripping pussy and licks a long stripe along your slick folds, making you squeak with pleasure. Groaning with delight at your taste and the slimy texture, his lips begin to suck on your clit.

You gasp and instinctively clutch his biceps as his tongue starts to glide against your slit, forcing choked whines from deep within you.

“Fuck, I could eat you out all day long,” he moans against you, his hands gripping your ass tightly as his licking becomes harsher and more aggressive. Damn, even his voice alone can make you squirt in an instant. There’s nothing about him that can give you the ick.

Your mind goes all foggy as his nose lightly nuzzles your clit. His tongue tirelessly laps back and forth against your sobbing red pussy, twirling along your gummy walls. He lifts you up by the hips, his tongue sinking deeper each time as he pulls you down onto his face. You drop your head back, a string of moans spilling from your lips.

Your toxic trait is believing that this is just a hook-up, and you won’t catch any feelings. Even when you’re riding Evan Peters’ face, receiving head so good your coochie can explode.

Well, why toxic? E v a n P e t e r s has you seeing stars as he works his magic on your clit and jams his tongue inside you like there’s no tomorrow. And there may not be a tomorrow, so why not just enjoy him on you, next to you, under you, or in you while it lasts? He makes you feel like the hottest and luckiest chick on earth (sorry, fandom), that’s just straight facts.

Reconsidering, you set off a swirling dance on his face to keep up with his pace, your legs getting all quivery. The knot in your stomach stiffens as your high builds, hitting you like a train wreck.

“Evan, fucking hell... I’m finishiiing,” you almost scream shakily as you fight for breath, your vision getting hazy. Your legs involuntarily tense around his head, and your knees tremble, while small, punchy sobs slip off your lips.

You catch him staring at you, a triumphant smile spreading on his lips as you writhe and wriggle back and forth under him, the throes of your orgasm in full glory.

He draws comforting circles on your stomach and plants sweet pecks on your thighs, giving you space to catch your breath. Your hand cradles his face as your vagina keeps throbbing, making you giggle from the tingly sensation.

“I want more,” he cries out, his lips curving downwards in a mock frown as he presses a few more gentle kisses on your heat before you climb off his face, your steps unsteady.

“Then, make sure you tone down your clit game. Most men act like it doesn’t even exist,” you scoff as you throw shade, shooting him a teasing grin as you clean his chin from your juices and his saliva.

“How can you take away the tomato from tomato juice? Same goes for Evan and a woman’s climax when I eat pussy,” he retorts, flexing his muscles with an arrogant smirk.

You playfully roll your eyes, ready for a comeback. “Sorry to humble you, but for us ladies, it’s mostly a mental process. Too many tricks won’t cut it,” you counter, picking up your underwear from the floor.

He raises a sceptical brow and narrows his eyes at you, his tongue sliding against his side teeth. “Oh, really? Care to see my tactic and put that theory to the test?”

“Be my guest,” you smirk with a provocative flair, motioning towards your bedroom with a sweep of your arm.

He seizes your arm, pulling you close, and melds his lips with yours in a fiery kiss. As his tongue enters your mouth, you can still taste yourself on him, making your cunt pulsate for him tenfold. You’re so turned on that you’d fold no matter what he asks you to do.

“Challenge accepted, you’ve been warned,” he quips, wagging a finger at you before scooping you up his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

There you are, sprawled out in the middle of your bed, all bare and irresistible, sensually touching your body as your eyes lock onto his.

His imposing figure looms over you as he unzips his jeans, instantly giving you heart palpitations. With a lustful half-smile, he tilts his head and lets his eyes linger at your legs, testing his rizz.

Realising he’s only zeroing in your glistening cunt, you deliberately part your legs, granting him a sneak peak into your “inner world” up to his appetite. “Here it is, baby Ev, all yours and ready,” you grumble, a bright grin stretching across his face as he observes your marvellous pussy.

Talk about a man who sticks to his promises! He said he’d take on your “inside work” while chatting you up at the bar, and here he comes, offering in-house service.

With ease, he sheaths himself in a condom, his gaze never leaving yours as he crouches down on you, propped up on his toned forearms (veins popping all over, goodness me). Pressed flush against you, he peppers eager kisses along your face, neck, and tits, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

“I wanna take good care of you,” he whispers, his hands travelling on your body.

Wrapping your legs around him, you let out a needy moan in a desperate attempt to get him inside. Your tongue pushes feverishly into his warm mouth, and he sucks on it gently, eliciting more soft whines from you.

He pulls away, tut-tutting softly against your lips. “Not yet, baby girl. First, tell me how much you want it.”

“Like mad,” you reply with a fervent nod. “And give it to me hard.”

With his throbbing length poised at your drenched entrance, a shared gasp brings smiles to your faces before turning into exhilarating groans. His eye contact never wavers, and from that missionary angle, he looks so Lana Del Rey “West Coast” coded, goddammit.

Your bodies mesh and merge together quicker than a click. Each thrust is a slow and agonising burn, as if he does it on purpose for you to beg him for more. You ache to explore every inch of him, but he just prolongs his torture by leaving only his tip nested inside you.

That’s until his gaze sears into your soul, and you feel him plunge back deep in with a force that sends you reeling, flooding you with ecstasy.

Your body jolts at the abrupt fullness, a raw wail of satisfaction ripping out of your lips as you dig your nails into his shoulder blades.

Taking the reins, he captures your hands above your head, lacing your fingers with his as he sets a relentless pace. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, and before you know it, the room reverberates the sound of skin slapping mingled with your mutual moans.

He releases one of your hands, fingers tracing patterns of comfort on your wrist as he slams in you faster and rougher. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Y/N,” he grunts hoarsely as he watches his cock disappearing into your dripping heat, a satisfied grin plastered on his lips.

Your body responds eagerly to his rough ministrations, hips rising to meet his with a desperate need to go harder. The rush of your pleasure overwhelms you as you yelp his name.

He meets your gaze with a cocky smile as his hand brushes along your lips, his hot breath a tempting tease on your face. Driven by your unhinged horny ass, you delicately snatch his ring finger into your mouth, licking and sucking on it as he grumbles joyfully, driving deeper into me.

“Evan...” you whimper, momentarily squeezing your eyes shut to handle his magnitude.

“You like it rough, baby girl?” he asks in a raspy tone, and his throaty chuckle rings in your ear, sending bolts of electricity down your spine.

“I do,” you gasp chokingly as you look up at him with imploring eyes. “Just right there.”

With a gleam in his eyes, he lifts your legs, draping them loose over his shoulders to penetrate even deeper. The slimy walls of your cunt grip onto his dick like they’re about to devour it, throwing him to the edge.

Your foreheads press together in a feverish intimacy as he pushes you closer to release. His hungry eyes fixate on the jingle of your boobs, his groans of delight mixing with the frantic rhythm of your heartbeats.

“Let me cum inside, Y/N, please. I need to feel you around me,” he begs, his voice strained with desire. His words hang heavy in the air, laden with raw desire as he gazes at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. Your lips meet in a fiery kiss, your tongues moving in sync.

Just as you’re about to cave, a sudden loud crash echoes from the hallway and shatters the air, causing both of you to freeze in place.

His eyes widen with alarm, mirroring your dread, and you instinctively cling to his arm for support.

Wide-eyed and tense, you exchange worried glances, his typically zen demeanour replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. “What was that?” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

“I-I... I don’t know,” you stutter as you smooth out your hair.

A second loud thud breaks out, and it’s louder than the last, making your shrill in terror. Sensing your tremor and the urgency of the situation, Evan scoots closer to you and muffles any incoming outcry by gently covering your mouth with his hand.

“Shh.. easy... I’m with you, Y/N,” he mumbles, kissing the crown of your head. “Okay, let me throw on my clothes and go check. You stay here,” he instructs in a hushed tone, giving you a soft peck as he scrambles near him to pick up his scattered shirt and boxers.

Still nestled in his embrace, your grip tightens on his arm as he makes a move to stand up. “No, Evan,” you protest whisper-shouting. “Let’s go together.”

He hesitates and sighs in exasperation at your refusal to stay in safely. But, ultimately, he nods, his jaw set with determination.

You hastily slip into your satin robe, ready to face whatever danger lurks in the shadows. Hand in hand, you both venture cautiously into the dimly lit corridor as you stand behind him, your senses heightened in anticipation of what you might find.

The tension is palpable as you switch on more lights, illuminating your path as you dive deeper into the unknown.

After scouring every room, you return to the living room, puzzled. “There’s no one in, so we can rule out a break-in or th—” Evan’s words are cut short by a series of loud bangs resounding from the balcony, forcibly pulling your focus to the final frontier in your quest for answers.

“Promise me you’ll stay in. I got this,” he mumbles with a determined gaze. You nod silently with a bated breath, unable to utter a single syllable.

With resolve, he steps outside, the night air is thick with suspense as you watch him while biting your cuticles. Meanwhile, you pace nervously, your mind spiralling through disaster scenarios.

Suddenly, his voice pierces the silence as he calls out your name, giving you the jump scare.

“Evaaan?” you howl frantically as you sprint to the balcony, your heart racing and your hair whipping in the wind. 

Relief washes over you as you spot him pointing to a twisted chunk of neon metal lying on the ground, bathed in the moon’s glow. The gusty wind continues to slam the panel against the sliding door, confirming your suspicions.

You lean over the balcony, verifying that the fallen piece has flown from the drugstore sign banner next to your apartment—just a harmless casualty of the night. “I’ll drop it off for repairs tomorrow,” you mindlessly assure Evan as you share a chuckle that mixes nerves with relief.

His grip tightens around your waist as he suggests heading back inside. You both retreat indoors, leaving the metal piece by the balcony door.

“Water?” you offer, and he accepts with a grateful nod, his gaze softening in appreciation.

As you saunter to the kitchen together, you catch him checking you out as you bend over the counter and reach up on your tippy toes to grab a glass.

Just as you’re about to stride out of the room, your cleavage skimming his chest a bit too long, he swiftly corners you against the glass kitchen door.

“Where you think you’re sneaking off to?” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as his hands wander over your upper half.

Your eyes flicker across his face as you struggle to draw a breath, your heart pounding with anticipation. “Out?” you manage to squeak.

He inches closer, his voice dripping with suggestion, “We’ve got some unfinished business, don’t we?” he murmurs as his stubble grazes against your jaw, intensifying the pool between your thighs.

“Remind me?” you tease, your lips curving mischievously. You’re in your villain era; if not Evan Peters fucking you, why even bother?

He slides a hand under your loose robe and tenderly tweaks your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. A gasp escapes you at the sensation as his fingers find their way to your clit, setting off a relentless rub that brings a buzzing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s like with each stroke, he’s hitting the pleasure jackpot.

Panting, you sway your hips to match his rhythm, lost in sensation. The play of his thumb on your clit drives you wild, leaving you craving more.

“Bring me a condom, and I’ll give you a reminder,” he chuckles, and in an erratic heartbeat, his lips crash onto yours, warm and demanding. You melt into the kiss as the room spins around you. He kisses you harshly, nearly biting you with a reckless passion, desire raging like a tempest.

With this move, things accelerate viciously. Gone is the playful banter; now it’s all primal need, Evan turning animalistic towards you. In a blur of motion, your body ends up pressed into the cold surface of the glass door; his hands firmly cupping your breasts from behind; his cock throbbing and pounding inside your slippery centre; raw horniness bursting forth through loud moans and grunts.

He’s so damn big, stretching your pussy to the point it stings. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he pulls out and jams back in you with primitive force. The door lock rattles incessantly as he pounds into you hard, his lips embellishing your soft skin with red, soon-to-be purple marks, his hot breath making you shiver.

He clings to you, his stomach against your lower back, hips still snapping into your soaked cunt. Together, you set a rhythm, rocking in and out with a measured tempo and sensual grace.

The pain blends divinely with euphoria in your body, leaving your mind foggy and dizzy as he continues to jab in and out of you despite your whimpers. His balls slap against your clit, making your climax hurtle towards you like a tidal wave. Salty tears of pleasure prickle at the corners of your eyes. “I’m close, Evan,” you yelp, your knees beginning to fail you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises out of breath as he smacks your ass, kneading all the way down your clit. “Let go, give it to me,” he urges, punctuating his last word with a particularly deep thrust, jerking inside you and causing your screams to spill out.

Pleasure shoots you like an electric shock, and soon, liquid dribbles down your legs. As the tension in your lower belly finally cracks, you feel him buckle as well, his hips stuttering. Letting out a guttural groan, he gushes out inside of you, followed by small whines of your name.

You urgently ask him to peel the condom away and spill his cum all over your ass and back. Soon, white, sticky cum from both of you mingles and trickles around you until you become a leaky, sticky mess.

His arms band around your waist, your fingers intertwined, his smiling eyes drowning in yours.

“Fuck, what did you do to me, Y/N?” he sighs, and you both giggle, your sweaty lips meeting again in a passionate kiss.

After a mutual clean-up, you slide into a fresh nightgown and return to your room, only to find Evan rummaging under your bed, his firm backside an enticing sight.

“What are you looking for?” you ask, enjoying the view as you lean against the doorframe.

“My car keys,” he growls, his brows furrowed in concentration as he takes a glimpse behind the curtains. “Must’ve fallen out when I took my pants off,” he infers with a low and husky voice as he glances back at you.

You nod sympathetically, folding your bed throw neatly on the corner armchair. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he resumes his search, the tension between you growing thicker by the second.

“It’s late already. You can crash here tonight, and we’ll track down your stuff in the morning,” you suggest, settling onto the bed.

He looks up, relief sets on his handsome features as he creeps back towards you. “You sure?” he murmurs, his arms encircling your waist, his touch igniting sparks of arousal.

“Never been surer,” you breathe, leaning in for a kiss, unable to resist the pull between you.

But just as your lips meet, the jingle of keys shatter the moment, and you feel something sharp lightly nudging your lower waist. Pulling back, you shoot Evan a knowing smirk, your pulse racing with excitement.

With a nonchalant shrug and a wink, he tosses the keys onto the bedside table before pulling you under the covers and into a heated kiss.

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King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 24 (ending)

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x hamilton!reader ― Word count: 1.2k ― Warnings: none I guess. ― Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

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Mick paced around the room again, and for the looks of it, it wouldn’t take him long to dig a hole in the exact spot his racing boots were hitting.

“We don’t have much time, Mick, you gotta get ready,” Gary, his engineer, knocked on the door, opening it just enough to look at the German.

“Where’s Yn?” 

“You mean Yn Hamilton?” he asked, just to make sure and Mick tried to keep his eyes from rolling, too stressed to answer properly, but too polite to give a rude answer to Gannon who was friendly most of the time. The engineer took on the driver's silence, and tried, “I think she’s with Lewis. Want me to get her?” 

“Get who?” just from Yn’s voice Mick could guess she was smiling. That bright and big smile he loved so much. The only smile that would be able to calm his racing heart.

Gary waved to Yn opening the door wider for her, he motioned ‘5 minutes’ to Mick and left the lovers alone giving them as much privacy as a small driver’s room could. 

“Hey, mouse, what's the matter?” she walked inside and towards him, tipping her face up so their lips could meet in a quick peck. 

Mick, however, had other plans.

His hands found purchase on her waist, bringing her body impossibly closer, and his tongue took advantage of the surprised gasp she let out to sneak inside her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Yn grasped his blonde locks between her fingers, and corresponded the kiss as much as she could, feeling how nervous he was.

When the air made itself scarce, the driver hid his face in the crook of her neck. 

“I’m nervous, what if I fuck it up? What if I crash? What if the car is shitty? What if–” Mick started, voice trembling, finally letting his walls down, and showing someone how vulnerable he was feeling.

Sure they had this conversation before, and sure Mick Schumacher knew he was a great racing driver, but he was also a human being and, of course, he had his own insecurities and doubts. 

Yn held his face between her hands, leveling it with her own, and looking him in the eyes. His big blue orbs looked at her with adoration and fear all mixed in one, and she smiled sympathetically. 

“Close your eyes,” she commanded in a soft tone and he obeyed. “Hear this rustling of people walking around from one side of the other working non-stop?” Mick nods keeping his eyes shut, they’re chest to chest so listening to her soothing voice and feeling her breath evens his. “They’ve been working for a while now so everything is perfect for their number one driver. They’re not sure if the car will beat that Red Bull witchcraft, but they’re doing their best, and they counting on you to do your best as well. It doesn’t matter if this combo doesn’t get you a podium today, there’s always next Sunday. They got the will to make it happen, and they got the driver to do so too. Leave the past in the past, get in that car, and do what you love doing, do what you know you can do, and also what you don’t know you can do yet. We’ll be here watching, rooting, working, and praying.” 

Her comforting words and soft tone made Mick lean even more on her touch. He smiled, nodded, and kissed her forehead. 

“Where–”

“Here,” she was quick to answer, already knowing he was going to ask from where she would watch the race. Lewis was racing as well, and before Sunday rolled around Yn was asked this question by a lot of people, her brother included. “I’ll watch it from here, you may see me cheering when Lew overtakes others, but I’ll be here rooting for you too. And I don’t care about the outcome, you’re my number one.” She whispered the last part and Mick smiled, kissing her yet again. 

“I love you.”

“I love you,” she echoed back, lacing her hands around his large shoulders and enjoying his warmth. “You’re also looking hot as fuck in this new racing suit, please tell me you can sneak one in your bag tonight.”

Mick laughed and nibbled on her neck just enough to make her whine, but before he could give Hamilton a witty answer, there was a knock on the door. 

“Go out there and kick ass,” she kissed his chin, and smiled, turning to the door.

And that was exactly what Mick did. He turned the first race of the season into a show. His show. Everyone watched on the edge of their seats as time after time he overtook cars and climbed up to the podium. A fight for the podium went on on the last turn – Lewis, Mick, and Max were fighting for first place, and in the last seconds the Schumacher overtook his future-in-law, hatching the first place and surprising everyone.

The camera panned on Yn watching the race from the Porsche’s garage, and the way she smiled and cheered when Mick got his first win of the season on the first race of the season during his first year with a team that was racing for the first time. It was a first, and how sweet it tasted for everyone. Even for Lewis, who ended up getting second place, but celebrated as if that was his win too. 

The team ran for the celebration, and Mick went straight for Yn once the car was parked and the helmet was off. There wasn’t much thinking into it, he just saw her there crying and smiling wearing his team’s merch, his number on her body, his initial dangling from a chain around her neck, Mick couldn’t do anything but kiss her lips in front of the cameras. The cheers and flashes faded during the seconds their lips were sealed, he hugged her close, before jumping on top of the crew. Lewis walked to his sister after the congrats from his own team, he hugged her and they smiled as brightly as ever. 

After the podium celebration and interviews, Mick walked back to his garage finding Yn and Lewis there. They were side by side talking, both smiling, and Mick couldn’t help but remember the first time he saw Yn. That day she was talking with Lewis too, it was also the beginning of the season, and now, just like before Mick felt like he could stare at her forever. Yn looked stunning wearing Porsche’s shirt and baggy jeans, the colors of the shirt creating the perfect contrast with her black skin. Her curls were tied on top of her head after the long day. She was stunning, and now he was the one walking into the room, walking to her, his girlfriend. 

His heart was doing somersaults inside his chest. 

After so many days of worrying and agonizing about the future, he was here with a seat on a great team. After so many days of fear about his relationship, Yn was here, as sure as ever about their commitment. After so many times unsure of the future, Mick was happy with the unknown, happy to discover it with Yn, happy to build his own legacy, happy to experience life to the fullest, and even happier to rule the kingdom of Yn’s heart because he knew damn well she was the queen of his heart, body, and soul. 

She was the one he had been waiting for.

“There he is,” Yn said taking Mick from his thoughts and walking towards him again. “My number one,” she whispered hugging him, “the king of my heart.” 

And nothing ever felt as right as being in her arms.

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Madness - Chapter 9

I will not die today.

—Violet Sorrengail’s personal addendum

to the Book of Brennan

I’m so completely screwed.

Xaden steps forward—all six-foot-everything of him—dressed in midnight fighting leathers and a tight-fitted short-sleeve shirt that only seems to make the shimmering, dark rebellion relics on his skin seem like an even bigger warning, which I know is ridiculous but somehow true.

My heartbeat kicks up to a full gallop, as if my body knows the truth my mind hasn’t quite accepted yet. I’m about to have my ass kicked…

“You are all in for a treat,” Professor Emetterio says, clapping his hands. “Xaden’s one of the best fighters we have. And Aelin is one of the best among first-years. Watch and learn.”

“Of course you are,” I mutter and roll my eyes.

A corner of Xaden’s mouth rises in a smirk, and the gold flecks in his eyes seem to dance. The sadistic ass is enjoying this.

„A little out of her league, don’t you think?” Dain argues from the side of the mat.

What the hell? I stare at him in desbelief. He doesn’t even like me.

Ahh, I see. Violet is beside her. Probably that’s why he’s being „nice”.

“Relax, Aetos.” Xaden looks over my shoulder, his gaze hardening toward where I know Dain is standing, near Violet. The look Xaden gives him makes me realize he’s been taking it easy on me in the glaring department. “She’ll be in one piece when I’m finished teaching her.”

“I hardly think it’s fair—” Dain’s voice rises.

“No one asked you to think, squad leader,” Xaden fires back as he moves to the side.

“Shut the hell up, Dain.” I snap at him. “Don’t pretend you care about me.”

Xaden starts discarding every weapon on his body—and there’s a lot of them—and handing them to Imogen.

The bitter, illogical taste of jealousy fills my mouth, but there’s no time to examine that particular oddity, not when there are only seconds before he’s in front of me again.

“You don’t think you’ll need those?” I ask, palming my own blades. His chest is massive, with wide shoulders and heavily muscled arms alongside. He will be a though opponent.

“Nope. Not when you brought enough for the both of us.” A wicked smile curves his mouth as he looks at me.

“Oh, no. In this case I won’t use them either.” I argue and hand my daggers to Liam for safekeeping. He’s lethal without a dagger, I can see it clearly. And I don’t want to give him the opportunity to use my daggers against me.

“Do as you wish.” He stretches out his hand and curls his fingers in a come-hither motion. “Let’s go.”

My heart beats faster than the wings of a hummingbird as I take a fighting stance and wait for him to strike. This mat is only twenty feet in either direction, and yet my entire world narrows to its confines and the danger within.

He’s not in my squad. He can kill me without punishment.

We start circling each other and I try to find his weakness. Everybody has, I just need to find it. And I figure it out almost every time.

“Are you not going to attack?” He clucks his tongue.

“I thought you’re an initiative type.” I mock him.

In the blink of an eye he moves toward me and I awkwardly stumble backwards to avoid his leg. He wanted to sweep off my legs.

Holy shit he is fast.

I have to be faster. That’s my only thought as I move forward in a swipe-and-kick combo. He artfully dodges my every attempt to reach him and then captures my leg. The earth spins and I slam onto my back, the sudden impact driving the air from my lungs.

But he doesn’t go for the kill. He just stand there and looks at me with raised eyebrows and a second later, when air squeaks into my lungs, I lunge up going for another hit targeting his head.

He blocks my strike with his forearm, then grips my wrist with his opposite hand, leaning down so his face is only inches from mine. “Going for blood today, are we, Sunshine?” he whispers. It seems as he doesn’t want to hurt me, he’s just playing with me.

My blood boils.

“My name is Aelin,” I seethe.

“I think my version fits you better.” He releases my wrist and stands, offering me a hand. “We’re not done yet.”

My chest heaves, still recovering from the way he’s knocked the wind out of me, but I’m not a fool.

I reach for his hand, pretending that I allow him to pull me up, then I yank him toward me hard, my weight supports my strength.

His eyes widen in surprise and he losts his balance, but instead of faceplanting on the mat, he turns in the air and his back hits the mat. I use his movement to straddle him and I bring my forearm to his throat.

“Hm. Not too bad, Sunshine.” He smirks at me. “But not enough.”

He suddenly moves his legs in a movement I can’t see, and he’s easily pushes me off.

I land on my side and when I turn to look at him, he already stands on the other side of the mat and gives me an indecipherable look.

What the hell? How is it so easy for him? He makes it seem as if I’m the weakest fighter in the quadrant.

I feel my anger rising. And then I attack. I try to kick his legs out from under him, but he easily sidestapps and grabs my hand which was aimed at his side, then twists my arm behind my back and yanks me against his hard chest, pinning our joined hands before I have a chance to get my balance.

“Damn it!” I snap.

He brings his forarm to my throat as his chest rests against the back of my head. His forearm is locked across my ribs, and he might as well be a statue for all the give there is in his frame. There’s no use slamming my head back—he’s so tall that I’d only annoy him.

“Don’t trust a single person who faces you on this mat,” he warns in a hiss, his breath warm against the shell of my ear, and even though we’re surrounded by people, I realize he’s quiet for a reason. This lesson is just for me.

“Even someone who owes me a favor?�� I counter, my voice just as low. My shoulder starts to protest the unnatural angle, but I don’t move. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

“I’m the one who decides when to grant that favor. Not you.” Xaden releases my hand and steps back.

I whirl, punching for his throat, and he knocks my hand aside.

“Good,” he says with a smile, deflecting my next blow without so much as a hitch to his breath. “Going for the throat is your best option, as long as it’s exposed.”

Fury makes me kick out again in the same pattern, muscle memory taking over, and he captures that leg again, showing that he can easily do it before he lets me go, cocking a disappointed eyebrow at me. “I expect you to learn from your mistakes.”

Putting my hands up defensively, I begin to circle him, and to my absolute annoyance, he doesn’t even bother facing me. He just stands there in the center of the mat, his boots planted and his arms loose as I move around him.

“You going to prance or are you going to strike?”

Fuck him.

I punch forward, but he dips and my stomach drops as he grips my arm, yanking me forward and flipping me around the side of his body. I’m airborne for a heartbeat before I smack into the mat, my ribs taking the impact.

He cranks my arm into a submission hold and white-hot pain shoots down the limb and I push away the feeling. I can’t afford to lose focus.

But he’s not done. No, his knee is in my ribs and, he leans closer. “Taking out Violet’s enemy before the battle is really smart; I’ll give that to both of you,” he whispers, his warm breath brushing the shell of my ear.

Oh gods. He knows what we’ve been doing. The pain in my arm is nothing compared to the fear at the thought of what he might do with that knowledge.

„Problem is, if she isn’t testing herself in here”—he puts more pressure on my back—“then you’re not going to get any better.”

“You’d rather we die, no doubt,” I fire back, the side of my face pressed into the mat. This isn’t just painful, it’s humiliating.

“And be denied the pleasure of your company?” he mocks.

“I fucking hate you.” The words are past my lips before I can shut my mouth.

“That doesn’t make you special.”

The pressure releases from my chest and arm as he leans back a little and I use it to my advantage.

‘Either it will hurt like hell and break or he will release me.’ With that thought I swiftly begin pushing myself back with my one free arm. The other is still in his grip and it makes so much more painful for my shoulder. But I just won’t lie here and listen his insults. I can’t bear it.

“What..” I hear him mutter as he finally losens his grip and I buck my hips and he tilts to the side.

I quickly turn around and with my arm he had in his grip I punch him in the face.

Unfortonately he jerkes his head away so I only able to split his lips. But that’s not so bad either.

I gain my feet and his lips curve into an approving smile as he too stands up. “You have a few tricks I admit it.”

“Then come closer, I want to hit you properly this time” I retort.

“That remains to be seen.” He backs up two steps, putting a little space between us before crooking his fingers at me again.

“What do you want from me?,” I snap loud enough that I hear Imogen gasp. “Why do you do this? I understand, you’ve made your point.”

“Trust me, I’ve barely gotten started.” He folds his arms and leans back on his heels, clearly waiting for me to move.

I don’t think. I just act, going low and kicking out the backs of his knees.

He goes down like a tree, the sound more than satisfying, and I pounce, trying for a headlock. Doesn’t matter how big someone is—they still need air. Catching his throat in the crook of my elbow, I squeeze.

Instead of going for my arms, he twists, grabbing ahold of the backs of my thighs so I lose my leverage and our bodies careen into a roll. He comes out on top.

Of course he does.

His forearm rests against my throat, not cutting off air but definitely capable of it, and his hips have mine pinned, my legs useless on either side of his as he lies heavily between my thighs. He’s unmovable.

Shit. We were here once.

Everything around us fades as my world narrows to the arrogant glint in his gaze. He’s all I can see, all I can feel.

And I can’t let him win.

I try to go for his face again but he seizes my wrist and pins it above my head.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

Heat rushes up my neck and flames lick my cheeks as he lowers his face so his lips are only inches away from mine. I can make out every speck of gold in his onyx eyes, every bump and ridge of his scar.

Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.

My breath catches and my body warms, the traitorous bitch. You are not attracted to toxic men, I remind myself, and yet, here I am, getting all attracted. I have been since the first second I saw him, if I feel like being honest.

My still clenched fist is trembling in his hold as I try to break free from his grip. His fingers curl over mine and fire races along my skin at the feel of his fingers lacing with mine. My hands uncionsciously opening.

Toxic. Dangerous. Wants to kill you. Nope, doesn’t matter. My pulse still skitters like a teenager.

“You’re trained I admit it, but you easy to rile up.” He says it like an insult. „You need to control your emotions.”

“Well aware.” My eyes narrow.

„You have good instincts, use them.” He looks deeply in my eyes. „When you lost control over your emotions, you stop thinking and that’s when you lose. You’re average height if not smaller so stop going for bigger moves that expose you.” He drags my hand down his side. “A rib shot would have worked just fine.” Then he guides our hands around his back, making himself vulnerable. “Kidneys are a good fit from this angle, too.”

I swallow, refusing to think of other things that are a good fit at this angle.

He leads our hands to his waist, his gaze never leaving mine. “Chances are, if your opponent is in armor, it’s weak here. Those are three easy places you could have struck before your opponent would have had time to stop you.”

“Do you hear me?”

I nod.

“Good. Because you can’t let Violet poison every enemy she come across, you need to teach her how to protect herself, or find someone who can” he whispers, and I blanche. „And you need more practice too. You’re good but not the best.”

“How did you know?” I finally ask referring to Violet. My muscles lock, including my thighs, which just happen to still be bracketing his hips.

His eyes darken. “Oh, Sunshine, you’re good, but I’ve known better poison masters then Violet. The trick is to not make it quite so obvious.”

My lips part, and I bite back a retort.

“I think she’s been taught enough for the day,” Dain barks, reminding me that we’re far from alone. No, we’re a damned spectacle.

“He always that overprotective?” Xaden grumbles, pressing up from the mat a few inches.

“I don’t know, actually we don’t like each other.” I stare at him.

“Good. And don’t worry your little poisoning secret is safe with me.” Xaden arches a brow as if to remind me that I’m the keeper of one of his secrets, too.

“You’re not going to make me yield?” I challenge as he releases his grip and pushes up more, removing his weight from my body. My ribs expand as I take my first full breath.

“Nope. Defenseless women have never been my type. We’re done for today.” He stands, then walks away without another word, taking his weapons from Imogen as I roll to my knees.

“You all right?” Liam asks as I reach his side. I nod, my fingers slightly trembling as I rearm myself. He had every chance, and every reason, to kill me, and now he let me walk away twice. What kind of game is he playing?

***

“So how do we start?” Liam asks as he pushes open the door to the library.

“Start what?” I glance up at him from my desk where I’ve been sitting since dinner was over.

“The studying, what else?” He raises his eyebrows “Or you want me to teach you how to fight properly against Xaden?”

“Why? You can?” I ask with a surprise evident in my tone.

“Who do you think was the one who teached me how to fight?” He smirks.

“What? But…how?” I blink at him.

“We were fostered together. I think a mentioned that.” He sits beside me and pulls out his books from the bag.

“You said you have someone who is like your brother but you never named him.” I glare at him.

“Hm. Maybe I forgot.” He laughs.

“Of course, because it’s something you forgot.” I say grumpily and stare at the book in front of me. I need to learn a lot tonight. We have a history exam tomorrow. And I’m totally hopeless.

„Do you want to talk about what happened at the mat with Xaden?” He looks at me curiosly.

„Not a chance.” I quickly reply.

„Then I drop the topic.” He says. „For now.”

I shot him a glare but he doesn’t seem fazed. He knew me too well to know I didn’t mean it.

“Now how can I help you?” He looks at me expectantly.

“You…You’re really going to help me?” I ask hesitantly, observing the book in front of me.

“Aelin.” He starts and pulls away the history book. “I told you. We’re friends.”

“Then… thank you.” I finally look at him with a smile. “And if there’s ever a time when you need something, then you can come to me and I will help you.”

“I knew you were a kind person.” He grins at me.

“No, I’m not.” I deny it. “Only with the few people I care about.”

“Yeah, I know.” He nods. “It’s like you’re fighting for your precious people and trying to hold them together at the same time.”

“Such a compliment. If you continue I might think that you really think so highly of me.” I try to dodge the topic.

“Now where do we start?” He flips through the book.

“Well maybe you could read it out loud?” I ask hesitantly. I’m still not believing it totally. “But only if it’s not a bother. I don’t want to hinder you. Your grades are fantastic.”

“You will not hinder me.” He looks sternly at me. “I need to read it anyway so it’s okay to do what you suggested. We can learn together.”

And with that said we started our first study session. When we finished for the night I felt that we’re closer friends than ever. He really is the most selfless person I know.

#fanfiction #fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #liam mairi #the fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #oc #the empyrean #xaden riorson x oc #xaden x oc

[pupyuj]

what do you think abt isa dom?

she embodies the the soft dom + bottom + praise machine wombo combo... now that i think about it.. imagine you're a virgin who finally gets to top for the first time in your life and you're so scared that you'll fuck it all up but ur sweet girlfriend isa is there to guide you 🥺🥺

like she's teaching you how to leave hickies on her neck, how to hit all of those sweet spots inside her, how to make her come... and she praises you with every little thing you do :((( a lot of "good girl"s and "ur doing so well, baby"s 💔💔 you're sucking on her nipples? good job. you're knuckle deep inside her cunt? well done. isa is aiming to boost your confidence so the next time you fuck her, you'll ruin her so hard that she won't be able to get up from the bed 😵‍💫😵‍💫

the one thing she didn't have to teach you is how to eat her out 🤭 YOU WERE ALREADY GOOD AT IT FROM THE GET GO... isa was very surprised!!! the moment your lips met her pussy, she was already shaking, begging for you to move your tongue faster,,, ugh you were so good that she kept asking you to do it over and over again 😵‍💫 she didn't care that she was too overstimulated, she wanted you so bad!! and ofc you were turned on bcs isa sounded so sweet moaning your name, and her tight grip on your hair just made your clit throb.. you wanted to come too :((( but isa was too busy bucking her hips into your face so you had to touch yourself 🫠

isa lifting her head up from the pillow and seeing ur hand inside your shorts while you ate her out :(((( gosh you were so adorable,,, trying so hard to make yourself come but not knowing whose pleasure to prioritize first 😩😩 her just watching you fuck yourself sjdhfjdkf, moaning in her cunt bcs you were so close and your girlfriend's pussy tasted so good, it was addicting 🤤

😵‍💫 coming at the same time as isa,,, somehow managing to drink up her cum while your legs shook from your own climax,, isa being so worried that you might have hurt yourself that she asks you to come up to her,, cradling you and complimenting you bcs you've been her good girl, and you did so well pleasuring yourself!! :(((

🫣 and when i say mutual masturbation where you're fingering each other while making out—

#stayc smut #stayc imagines #stayc x reader #isa smut #isa imagines #isa x reader #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group smut

[chibikyo]

Day 13 - Size Difference

Onaga x F!Reader

Onaga has decided that his newest prisoner would make the for the perfect Queen, whether she likes it or not. (MK deception Onaga, not MK1 Onaga because the first is just is really big and the second is the size of a fucking mountain)

Warnings: !! Please read !! - non-consensual sex, Size Difference including cum inflation and belly bulge, self-lubricating cock, non-human genitalia, Aphrodisiac laced slick, drugged sex, breeding kink, mentions of cock warming, hurt/no comfort, this is not fluffy like my last few entries it is very non-con you have been warned

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There was a roar throughout the chambers and Y/n shuddered with a sudden, all-encompassing dread that permeated her being. Footsteps followed, heavy and echoing, growing steadily closer until the only thing louder was the beating of her own heart. She knew what was coming for her even before the doors to the dungeon slammed open to reveal her captor, but as his monstrous form was revealed to her, she felt that tight knot of fear in her gut turn leaden. The chains around her wrists had little give, but she struggled to free herself even knowing her efforts were in vain.

Each footstep thundered louder, shook the very foundations beneath her feet, as He grew closer; Onaga, the dragon king of Outworld. Her posture stiffened, shoulders taut, spine straight as he approached, stopping only when he was within a few feet of her. He was tall, well over eight feet and proportionately wide, his broad chest stretching across her field of view. Y/n exhaled softly, doing her best to conceal the fear she felt as she glanced up at him, neck straining to meet his gaze.

Onaga inhaled deep, smelling the terror and anger tainting her pheromones. He leaned down, chasing that intoxicating scent where it clung to her skin. Y/n jerked back but her back hit the stonewall of the dungeon as Onaga’s face drew close, tongue flickering out and licking a stripe up her neck, tasting her fear. His hand drew close, a massive claw stroking her arm gently and Y/n shuddered again.

“I didn’t expect the spoils of this war to taste as sweet as you.” Onaga chuckled. “This nerve you are showing is commendable, albeit nothing more than a falsehood. I can smell the fear within you, young one.” His other hand stretched forward, claws extended as they pressed against her throat. He dragged them down slowly, the press not enough to break skin but Y/n trembled beneath them. When his claws caught fabric the massive emperor grinned, a slow, sinister upturn of lips as he raked his claws down, the cloth tearing like paper.

Y/n gasped, feeling the cold air against her bare skin as the scraps of her top fell to the floor around her. He repeated this action again, his claws leaving the shallowest of scratches along her tender flesh as he slowly stripped her in this way. The chains cut into her wrists as she strained against them, but it was no use, she wasn’t strong enough to break free of the restraints.

“Such a rare combo of strength and beauty.” Onaga growled, his wings curling around to shield her from the cold as his claws curled around her ribs, thumbs stroking the inner swell of her breasts. She snarled, fought harder against her bonds, before spitting in his face. He merely laughed, the action doing nothing to deter his wandering claws. “That’s the fire I crave. That determination you’ve not quite yet buried beneath your terror. I will enjoy taming you, my queen.” “I’m not your anything, Onaga.” Y/n spat, but her voice was quickly smothered by the emperor’s lips pressing against her own. He devoured her scream as he thrust his tongue inside her, pinching her chin between his thumb and two massive fingers to prevent her biting down. His tongue was long, thick, pressing against the back of her throat and she gagged as it slipped further. He fucked her throat with his tongue, imagining that tight, convulsing channel wrapped around his cock as she struggled to pull away.

She took in a ragged breath when he finally pulled back, her eyes were wet with unshed tears that Onaga moved up to taste. One of his massive fingers found her clit, pressed firmly against it as her lower lips spread around the digit. He flicked it a few times, rolled his fingertip against it in a steady rhythm, enraptured by the squelch as a slick slowly coated her entrance, sticking to him the more it gathered. He could see her face grow flushed, humiliated at the growing arousal within her. 

“No! Not there! Stop… sto.. Ooh?” She squealed as he carefully slipped his finger into her hole, feeling her walls cling to it as she stretched around it. His hands only consisted of a thumb and two fingers, each nearly as thick as three of her own. She whimpered as he pushed his finger in deeper, his claw scraping gently along her spongy insides as he coaxed her channel to take his finger full inside. She was quivering with need, her thighs clenched tight around his wrist but he barely felt the pressure against the thick hide on his arms. He pumped the finger into her, shallow, careful strokes mixed with the occasional swirl to stretch her wider. 

His cock twitched eagerly in his sheath, the tip slowly emerging where it lay hidden beneath the loin cloth hanging from his belt. She clenched around his finger with each thrust, no longer struggling to free herself from the bindings that held her at his mercy. She had ceased begging for him to stop as he fucked her open on his finger. The only sounds she seemed able to make were breathy, gasping moans and whimpers; sweet noises that would drive anyone insane with lust and they only served to fuel Onaga’s desire to conquer his prize body and soul. 

Y/n could barely register anything beyond the sound of blood rushing through her ears or the feeling of something thick and hard violating her aching core. Each slide of that unyielding intrusion set her nerves on fire and stoked the flame of arousal slowly and steadily building inside her. She couldn’t see, her vision blurred by tears, but when she felt Onaga’s finger slip out of her with an obscene pop she let out a needy whine, her orgasm ebbing when she’d been seconds away from spilling over. 

She heard the chains being ripped from the wall, felt Onaga’s strong hands gripping her hips, turning her around until her arms were braced against the rough stone. She was slowly becoming more aware as she felt him spread her legs, forcing them apart as something slick and big and impossibly hard pressed against her cunt. It rubbed against her crease a few times, each slide against her swollen clit sending fiery waves of pleasure through her body. The tapered tip caught at her entrance and slipped inside before meeting resistance. Suddenly, Y/n was all too aware of what was about to happen.

“Wait! Please, stop, it’s too big!” She shrieked. She pushed away from the wall, her hands shooting down to try and grab at Onaga’s cock, clenching to prevent further penetration, but Onaga merely tightened his hold on her hips, tugging her back sharply as he speared her open on his massive shaft. She screamed, pain shooting down her legs, through her guts, the stretch too much, too soon. 

Onaga grabbed one of her arms, then the other, pulled them to her sides and pinned them against her hips beneath his massive palms. He was so tall that her legs no longer touched the ground as he stood up straight and gravity did her dirty by pulling her further down on his cock. She was light-headed from the stretch, dizzy from the combo of pain and pleasure that rippled through her as Onaga waited patiently for her to stop fighting. She eventually sagged forward, defeated, and with a roar of triumph Onaga hooked his arms under her legs, twisted her around to face him. His eyes shown with victor as Y/n clung to his arms, her fingers struggling to find purchase against his massive biceps.

He didn’t need to thrust, merely used his immense strength to move her up and down along his shaft. His cock naturally produced slick, the only miracle in this whole ordeal as it created a smooth slide for himself within her. Y/n felt the pain slowly fading as he worked them up to a steady pace. Each time he dropped her onto his shaft it sank in a little deeper, filled her a little more completely, until she could glance down and see the tip of his cock poking against her stomach, creating an obscene bulge beneath the fat and muscle. 

Soon enough it started to feel good, her body adjusting to the thick cock rearranging her guts and her climax slowly building back up. Every drag of that cock inside her set her nerves a blaze with tingling pleasure. Her insides were burning up, skin flush with fever, head swimming in a sea of pure bliss. She wondered, briefly, if his slick had an aphrodisiac within it. Surely something so big should hurt; should not feel this delicious as it ravaged her body? Her mind was fuzzy, tongue thick as she moaned and gurgled unintelligibly. This seemed to amuse the emperor cradling her.

“So warm and tight.” He moaned. “I knew you would be the perfect sheath for my cock. Going to fuck you so full of my seed. You will be my queen and this cock will be your throne.” He started thrusting faster, pressed her back against the wall to support her as he leaned in and ravaged her lips. He felt her walls tighten, knowing she was as close as he was to spilling over. “Does it feel good, my queen? Do you like being stuffed full of your emperor’s cock?” “So full.” Y/n whined. “Please, harder, fill me up. Need it… need you.” She wasn’t sure what she was mumbling, only aware that she wanted more, wanted all of him. She needed him to spill his seed in her. “Please, wanna cum, so close, need you to fill me up so I can cum.” “I know you do. Once my slick absorbs inside you the only thing that will let you cum is by taking my seed.” Onaga roared. “You’ll be a slave to it, craving the sort of pleasure only I’ll bring you. I’ll keep you seated on my cock everyday, let you have as many orgasms as you please. I’ll breed you full everyday, watch you swell with my heir growing inside you. You’ll be my perfect little queen. Now cum!” He thrust in deep, the tip of his cock splitting open her cervix to pump his seed straight into her womb and Y/n screamed from the sudden pain before feeling her orgasm crash down around her, overwriting the pain with a torrent of pleasure that seemed to never end.

It rolled over her, again and again, her vision going white as each hot spurt of Onaga’s cum triggered another orgasm. They each blended together, her body spasming violently as he filled her so full, cum squirting out around his thick shaft, her stomach swollen and heavy with it. He let one hand trail down to rub affectionately against that swell, knowing he had nothing to keep it plugged inside her this time; such a waste.

As his cock slowly retracted back into his sheath, sliding inch by inch out of her aching cunt, the cum in her guts leaked out with it, spilling against the stone floor beneath her in thick globs. Y/n was shivering, shaking, each and every muscle burned. She clenched her hole around nothing, whining at the ache of being empty as Onaga adjusted her into a bridal carry. He cradled her against his chest with a soft trill and hiss in an effort to comfort her.

“Don’t worry, my queen. I will fill you again soon and I'll make sure this time we keep you nice and full. I won’t let anything escape.” Onaga crooned, his heavy footsteps filling echoing around them as he carried her out of the dungeon toward his own, personal chambers. Y/n’s brain was still fuzzy. She had a vague sense of wrongness, like she should be scared of him fucking her again, but it had felt so good. Had she really wanted to escape? She was his consort, his queen. The thought settled in her head, felt so right, even though the rational part of her mind screamed otherwise. She felt that part of her quiet as he hummed, his chest vibrating against her body, holding her tighter to his chest. Oh, she’d been struggling again, hadn’t she? “Patience, my queen. We’re nearly there.”

#mortal kombat #mk #kinktober 2023 #Onaga #Onaga x reader #chibikaosu writes #Chibikaosu kinktober

[my1oves]

I agree, Fleki is hilarious when she’s sexually frustrated. Like, she’s visibly tweaking to leave her mission and go eat you out. She’d ‘pregame’ before marching over where the canaries boat is, spots you and drags you inside the cabin. By the time you’re alone, you don’t even get to one of the bunks, she’d gladly have you on the floor. She’d be too horny and fixated on you to recognize that you’re quite literally out in the open and anyone can walk in on you. She couldn’t care less tho, she wouldn’t mind a little show- she also knows how much you get off to the potential of getting caught. I’m ngl I feel like she lets lychion in on the fun too, occasionally

also You’re SO RIGHT on the mark with Otta, I imagined her as a romantic too >< I feel like she’s into really cheesy things like rose petals on the bed sheets, and candles on the night stand. She relishes in the act of taking both your clothes off slowly too, kisses your neck and shoulders while she helps you remove your blouse. You mentioned 69 and I honestly see her being on top just bc you get to massage her cute little bum while you’re licking at her clit or shoving your tongue inside her- better yet, you tease her butt, lining the rim w the top of your tongue and prodding at her hole. She’s a lot more sensitive when you eat her out from behind, you can feel how her thighs shake, it’s sooooo cute

warnings: fleki & lycion (my #1 dream combo tbh), threesome, mean fleki, voyeurism

Fleki shaking and breaking out into hives bc she can't have you at that very moment but the second she's allowed to leave or has a chance to sneak away she is going to the boat and fucking you, door still wide open. Lycion was definitely worried about Fleki, so he followed her. He just wanted to check up on her only to walk in on you getting fucked by Fleki. Lycion was going to leave, but when you and Fleki make eye contact with him he can't find it in himself to move. "Don't worry, they're an attention whore." Fleki snickers at the way you clench up and whine, hitting her and telling her that's not true- but you don't mind Lycion watching one bit. In fact Fleki and you invite him in, and he's the one who closes the door. Fleki teaching Lycion how to touch you, how to eat you out, how to fuck your mouth, all the positions you like, etc. Oh it's a long night- now you have two elves who are constantly fighting the urge to drop their "work" to go and play with you! And when y'all get back from a mission? they're relentless!

On a different note, nearly everyone of the canaries have walked in on you two at least once smh Fleki calm down please don't

oh oh and i gotta get this out before i forget but fleki 100% uses her familiar to check on you when she can't get away and if she so happens to come across you masturbating she'll stick around for the show!!

warnings: 69, anal, bathtub

Otta totally loves all the cheesy, cliche romantic stuff. A total hopeless romantic who loves cherishing & spoiling you. She loves setting the mood with candles, rose petals, in a modern au she'd definitely have a playlist, some wine, etc. Otta does not fuck, she 👏 makes 👏 love 👏 so sensual with her movements, slowly undressing you and kissing every expanse of your skill. "You're so beautiful," she murmurs, "I'm so lucky," her fingers like feathers as they shed you off your top, "I love you so much," ahhhhhhhh

and absolutely she's on top, and she has the cutest gasps when your hands explore up her thighs, spread her pretty cheeks apart. "what're you... ah~" her head falls forward, burying herself further into your pussy so you don't see her blush as you tease her cute hole. her thighs shake and tremble, so so so sensitive in general, but 100% more so when you're eating her out from behind. give her bum or thigh a little pinch just to hear her squeal or watch her jump. "love, dont be mean," she'll pout, but if you just coo and give her a kiss to where you pinch she'll forgive you very easily. you gotta tease her every now and then~

otta cute romantic gosh she's so sappy and sweet and cute- on any special date (birthday, anniversary, etc.) she ramps up her love and affection. the whole day is about you and she'll pleasure you until you've become like melted butter, putty. do the same for her- otta has the cutest blissed rambles and mumblings, and her rosy cheeks uGH! also she tries to do bathtub sex once but after you both got injured that's not happening again (still the bubbles were cute)

#anon thank you for bringing otta's cute butt to my mind can't believe i never thought of it before #god she's so pretty #and poly fleki / lycion i need more i cRAVE POLY FLECION #dungeon desires #dungeon meshi smut #i'm just a rambler a yapper if you let me i'll just talk and talk and talk omg

[slytherinbangchan]

Inked Dreams (NCT Dream Tattoo Artist!Au) (M)

Chap 4 out of 6 -> Second arc: Tattoo apprentice Park Jisung x tattoo artist female reader.

>>Inked Dream's Chap 1 here

Summary: A NCT Dream Tattooist!Au where the Dreamies are college's heartthrobs and most likely will steal your heart whenever you less expect it. 

Cute, "shy" but very hot, flirty Jisung. A deadly combo, I promise.

This chap is steamy

Inked Dreams Masterlist~ Blog's Masterlist~

[2nd Arc: Seven Days. ("A Week" 없어.)🐹 Chap 3.]

Your phone buzzes startling you out of your sleep, and you automatically hit the snooze button on the screen before checking the time and huffing about it. Ah really... Waking up shouldn't be this annoying, even your head hurts, but guess going out for drinks on a Monday night wasn't the brighest idea either.

It's okay though, you forget about your headache as soon as you see Jisung sleeping next to you. He's not facing you right now but your heart can't help but flutter anyway.

His phone suddenly starts buzzing too, but you just wait for him to wake up and turn it off cause, judging from how the bed is vibrating right now, you'd say he fell asleep over it. “Jisung-ah~” You call him then chuckle as you try to make him roll over. “Oh god, you're heavy.” You say and he finally opens his eyes slightly, looking at you for a second before reaching for his phone under the covers to turn the alarm off. “Morning.” You say as he stretches and he looks at you again. His eyes still half closed cause of the light. He looks so puffy and soft right now. You tilt your head at him since he's not saying anything and he just points at his mouth with his index finger, making you chuckle. You lean over him anyway, and he smiles before you meet his lips. “Morning.” He finally says in a very husky voice before pecking your lips again.

Seonhui is already awake too but trying very hard not to fall asleep over her breakfast when you get to the living room. Jisung laughs as soon as he sees her and sits by her side to poke her cheeks. She scoffs and tries to push him away but she just doesn't have the energy today. It all feels kinda like a dream. Guess you need more sleep. “Are you going to class?” Jisung asks and Seonhui sighs. “Yeah, Sarang is driving me when she comes out the shower. You can come with us.” She says and Jisung nods. “Well, I should go too. Can you tell Sarang I said thanks? I'll thank her properly next time I see her.” You tell them and they nod. “See you later then?” You ask. “Of course. Don't make us work a lot today though unnie.” Seonhui pouts and you chuckle. “I'll be nice.” You tell her then look at Jisung who is tilting his head and poking his cheek. You scoff as you smile but walk towards him to peck his cheek. “Ugh, unnie... You really chose this idiot over Renjun oppa?” Seonhui asks, making you laugh and Jisung playfully pushes her. “I'm just saying... She's too hot for you, honestly.” She continues. Jisung clicks his tongue and you scoff. “I don't know... I think Jisungie is pretty hot too.” You say, guiding his chin with your finger to peck his lips and Seonhui rolls her eyes, making you chuckle again. “Anyway, see you later, yeah?” You ask Jisung and he nods. “Mhm~” He says before you peck his lips one last time.

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“Oh? What are you doing here so early?” You ask Renjun as you enter the shop. “Noona~ I'm leaving in a minute. I was just showing my friends around. Haechannie is going to use my station to tattoo his girlfriend.” He explains pointing at them. “Oh, nice. Can't wait to see how it comes out.” You tell them, then your eyes move to the third person standing next to the couple. “Hey, are you a tattoo artist too? I feel like I've seen you before.” You say and he nods as he smiles. “Yeah and yes, we've probably met before. I'm Chenle.” He says, shaking your hand lightly. “Oh! You're Chenle! I've heard a lot about you these days.” You chuckle and he does too. “Yeah, I've been hearing about sunbae too for a while.” He says and your heart flutters for a moment. Has Jisung been talking about you? It could have been Renjun too though, even Jaemin. “Yeah, Jisung really talks a lot about the apprenticeship.” Renjun says, answering your internal question and throwing a look at Chenle who just scoffs as he smiles. “Ah, yeah, sure... The apprenticeship... That's what he talks about.” He says and you scoff too. “Well, I'm gonna take a shower before my first appointment arrives, I'm not sure if you'll still be here when I'm done.” You tell Renjun. “Hmm, probably not. But I'll be back later, hopefully before Haechannie is done with the tattoo.”

You take that shower and put on the change of clothes you keep at the shop, then you sit at your station and work on some designs as you wait for your client. Renjun has left as he said he would and Haechan has already started with the tattoo. You can't help but looking at them from time to time.

At first they're all joking around but after a bit they calm down and it's just Haechan working on his girl's tattoo while Chenle scrolls down on his phone, humming to some song. “Are you seriously falling asleep right now?” Haechan asks his girlfriend and she chuckles softly. “Maybe.” She says, making the guys chuckle too, but you get it. Getting tattoos can be relaxing too. Probably Haechan is very good at it so it's not hurting more than it should, also she must really trust him and that's why she feels comfy enough to fall asleep.

They're still at it after more than four hours. So you go take a look after your last client. “Hey, how are you hanging in there?” You ask her. Chenle is holding her hand now, soothingly caressing her fingers with his thumb. “Well, it's starting to really hurt.” She says and you chuckle. “Yeah, it was about time it did, girl.” You say, making the others chuckle too. “You're a tough cookie, huh?” You ask and she giggles too, then the shop's door opens and finally Renjun and Jisung appear. “Oh, nice. You're still working on it. I wanted to watch.” Renjun says as he walks over. Your eyes are on Jisung now though. He shyly smiles as he sees you and ruffles his hair before coming closer. “Hey.” You softly say. “Hi.” He answers before leaning over to peck your lips and hug you, and the guys start teasing him about the skinship immediately, making him blush.

“Your friends are nice, they sound fun too.” You tell him as you stroke his hair while you both sit waiting for Seonhui, and he smiles. “Would you come to one of our parties then? I've been meaning to ask you.” He says. “Oh? Sure. Wouldn't that ruin your heartbreaker image though?” You tease and he laughs. “You're still thinking about that?” He asks and you chuckle too. “Kinda, yeah. I'm really curious about it since Junnie mentioned it to me, and you didn't really denied it when I brought it up.” You answer and he scoffs as he smiles softly while holding your hand. “I'm not that much of a heartbreaker, noona. At least not intentionally.” He says, leaning over to get a kiss, and you smile. “Well, we'll see about that.” You tell him and he rolls his eyes and smiles before pecking your lips.

“Wow, Haechannie. You sure you hadn't tattooed anyone for almost a year before this?” His girlfriend asks as she checks herself in the mirror and he shyly giggles. “Mhm, I promise.” He answers. “He's always been naturally talented like that.” Renjun proudly says, and finally curiosity wins over you and you stop working on your client for a second to take a quick look without leaving your station. Damn, he really is talented. He won't have any problem finding clients whenever he decides to start working.

The guys finally leave the shop after six long hours but you still have a couple more clients for the day. Jisung sits by your side to watch you work on your next client while Seonhui works on a design and, ah... Honestly you're so tired... You can feel Jisung's warmth coming from his body and it's making you extra sleepy. “Sung-ah...” You call him and he immediately sits up. “Yes?” He answers. “I'm sorry but, could you get me a coffee?” You ask him and he nods. “Thank you.” You say, then watch him leave as your heart flutters for him before your eyes meet Renjun's and he raises his eyebrows at you, making you blush. Damn, why does he always have to catch you looking at Jisung like that?

“Here, noona... I'm sorry, there was a long line at the coffee shop.” Jisung softly says as he hands you the coffee, stroking your back with his free hand in a caring way. “It's okay, at least I'm done now with that client.” You say then take a sip. “There's only one more, right?” He asks as he sweetely caress your cheek and you nod. “I'll get everything ready so you just rest in the meantime.” He says and you chuckle softly at how cute he is. “Mhm, thank you Jisung-ah. You're the best.” You tell him and he blushes lightly before you peck his lips.

The next couple of hours go by a bit faster thankfully, and soon you're leaving the shop with Jisung. “Are you hungry?” You ask him and he nods. “Let's grab some street food then before taking the bus.”

You eat on your way to the bus stop and while you wait for it, so there's not much talking going on but Jisung won't let your hand go. “So sleepy.” You tell him as you lean on him while standing in the bus and he hugs you with his free arm without saying anything, just resting his head over yours as you squeeze him softly in a hug. “Come home with me.” You say and he strokes your hair and pecks your nose. “Mhm.” He smiles as he looks at you lovingly and you tip-toe to peck his lips.

You show him around your house then tell him he can shower first while you look for something for him to wear. “These are Jaemin's but hopefully they'll fit you even though you're taller.” You tell him and his hand peeks behind the shower curtains to show you a thumbs up. You chuckle softly as you leave to the living room and wait for him.

Ah... He's too cute.

“Woah, you look nice in those.” You tell him as he walks out the bathroom and he shyly smiles as he ruffles his wet hair. “I didn't know you were close to Jaemin hyung though, noona.” He says as he sits next to you and you grab the towel on his shoulders to help him dry his hair. “Mhm, kinda. He stayed here for a bit back when I was still at college.” You explain. “Oh... I didn't know the guys back then.” He says as you distractedly move to straddle him so you can reach for his hair better. “Yeah, it was a while ago. I guess you could give the clothes back to him after this. It's about time but I always forget.” You chuckle and he does too. “Yeah, don't worry, I will.”

There's a bit of a silence as you keep drying his hair so you stop and cup his face. “What?” You ask and he blushes lightly. “Nothing... I... Did you sleep with him?” He asks, and you scoff as you smile. “No.” You answer, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “Would you care if I did though?” You ask and he shakes his head. “I was just curious.” He says, and you smile before pecking his lips. “Mhm.” You say then comb his hair with your fingers. “I think it's dry enough now.” You tell him before trying to get down his lap, but he stops you, grasping on your hips. “Jisung...” You chuckle, but he just kisses you, biting softly on your lower lip after, making your heart flutter. “Don't go.” He says, pecking your lips again down to your neck as he pulls you closer.

“Jisung...” You call him again and he moves, manhandling you to a new position where you're lying on your back but he remains between your legs. Your heart is racing as you slightly feel the weight of his body over yours. You meet his lips again as he pulls up your shirt, then he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your tits. You tug on his hair as he softly bites on them. His hand sneakily climbing up your back as good as he can to unclasp your bra. You gasp a bit surprised as he manages to do it, and he smiles against your skin at your reaction. “Hey, I can be good at some stuff.” He says before pecking your cheek and nibbling on your neck and you chuckle softly. “Yeah, I never doubted that.” You tell him, then cup his face to kiss him but he licks your cheek instead, making you giggle. “What are you doing?” You ask, but he just kisses his way down your boobs again as he smirks.

“J-Jisung... You can't use your tongue...” You tell him. “Mhm, understood.” He says, but he keeps licking and biting on your nips anyway. It's not like you have the will to stop him right now though. “Noona... Your heart is beating so fast.” He says while resting his head on your chest as you play with his hair. “Do you think I can make it beat faster?” He asks and you chuckle. “Yes, I'm pretty sure you can, you little devil.” You say, pushing him so he sits up again. “I'd rather you do it when we can actually kiss for real, though.” You tell him as you go back to straddle him, feeling his boner against your heat now. You bite your lower lip as you think about it for a moment and Jisung chuckles. “You were saying?” He teasingly asks and you blush. “I- Shut up... Let's watch a movie.” You say and he bites back a smile. “Sure.” He says. You purse your lips. “I mean it.” You tell him, making him chuckle. “I know... I just want to be with you, noona. Whatever you want to do is okay.” He says, managing to make you feel soft now. “Mhm.” You say before pecking his lips, and he squeezes you softly in a hug.

“I'll just play a random movie.” You inform him as he sits against the headboard in bed and you lie back between his legs. “Your hair smells like Renjun hyung's, noona.” He chuckles and you do too. “Yeah? I used the only shampoo bottle that was at the shop. It smells good though, right?” You ask. “Mhm~ Like flowers or something.” He says and you chuckle. “Yeah, I think it's jasmine.” You say. “Mhm.” He pecks the top of your head and then your cheek before breathing in your scent as he backhugs you. “I- Jisung...” You call him. He's blushing already even if you can't see him. “Did you just get hard again?” You ask as you chuckle, looking up to see his face. “It's cause I smell like Renjun?” You jokingly ask and he hides his face behind his hands. “Oh my god, of course not.” He shyly says, pulling another chuckle from you. You turn around to try and see his face behind his hands. “I'm just kidding, dummy.” You say, softly pulling from his hands and he just lets you do it. He's still blushing hard though. He fans his face with his hand as he looks up making you chuckle again. “So cute.” You say, sweetely caressing his cheek and he pouts. “I'm sorry for teasing you.” You apologize but he keeps pouting. “No, you're not.” He says and you giggle. “No, I'm not.” You admit. “You look so cute when you get all flustered, Jisung-ah. It makes my heart flutter.” You tell him before meeting his lips and he pulls you closer in a hug.

“Noona...” He calls while you nibble on his neck. “Mhm?” You distractedly answer. “I know what you said earlier but... I was wondering...” He stops so you leave his neck alone to look at him, but that only makes him blush again, so you smile softly and cup his face with your hands and peck his lips. “What is it?” You ask and he purses his lips before talking. “I... Could you... Ride me? Please?” He simply asks, making your heart skip a beat as you blush too.

He bites on his labret nervously as he awaits for your answer in the long second you take to react, but you just chuckle softly and peck his lips again. “Mhm, I'd love to do that.”

Chap 3🐹....Chap5🐹

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[joonies-delights]

Can we have a reader x namjoon x jk scenario? Nothing specific, just thirsting over the two right now 🤤

A/n: Nice combo🔥

Genre: Drabble

Pairing: Namjoon × Reader x Jungkook

Treats: Voyeurism, degrading, humiliation, oral (receiving), fingering

"J-Joonie ah!" You moaned as Jungkook kissed along your neck from behind with his naked body pressing on your back. He groped and toyed with your breast. Namjoon sat across from the bed in a nice cushioned chair, watching Jungkook feel all up on your body and kiss along your neck. "Don't worry darling I'm watching from here. Enjoying the show. You're in good hands~" He chuckled as a smirk grew on his face.

Namjoon loved the idea of voyeurism. Especially when it's someone else fucking his own girlfriend infront of him. It entertained him in a way he found satisfying. You always wanted to explore some of Namjoon's kinks, so you couldn't say no to trying this one. Namjoon brought in one of his fellow close friends, Jungkook, who he believed would be able to help put on a good show with you tonight. So here you are, dressed in a sexy black lingerie set just for Namjoon, while Jungkook lets his large warm hands roam freely around your body.

"You like it when I touch you like this, huh? Infront of your boyfriend? Hm?" Jungkook groped your ass from behind with one hand, and allowed the other to trail along from your breast all the way down to your pussy that was covered by the black lingerie panties. You moaned as he started to rub your clit through the panties, and sucked on your neck harder, leaving a few love marks on your skin. "That f-feels good." You moaned before looking deeply into Namjoons lustful eyes which were burning holes through your skin. Namjoon started to brush his hand over his pants feeling his hard dick.

Jungkook moved onto slowly stripping off your lingerie to reveal your naked body to Namjoon in a teasing way. Once the lingerie was off, Jungkook layed you down on your back before hovering over and kissing from your neck, to your breast, down your stomach, and finally to your pussy where he gave your clit a couple of licks.

"Pussy smells so good." Jungkook growled before placing his lips onto your clit, sucking on it. "Sh-Shit!" You moaned before gripping your hands onto the sheets of the bed. Jungkook swirled his tongue around you clit before biting down on it. "Please don't stop a-ah!" You pleaded before Jungkook focused on sucking on your clit. He then took his index and middle finger and rubbed them against the entrance of your pussy, before shoving them in. "Oh fuck!" You moaned as his fingers moved in and out and hit your sweet spot. Jungkook continued to suck on your clit while his fingers worked inside your pussy.

Namjoon then took out his cock from his pants and started to rub up and down the shaft. "You love having someone else's fingers in your pussy, huh? Does it make you feel even more of a slut?" Namjoon was getting turned on as he watched how good you felt from Jungkook fingering you, and sucking on your clit. He watched as you took your hands and gripped onto Jungkooks hair. "Mmmm fuck." Jungkook spoke against your clit. Jungkook took his free hand and started to stroke his already hardened cock.

"Oh fuck me please." You moaned begging to have his cock in your pussy. You started to have no shame at all. It turned you on to have Namjoon watch as Jungkook pleasurred her. "As you please~" Jungkook said before taking out his fingers and pulling his lips off of your clit. He then gave his cock a few strokes before spitting onto it and rubbing his saliva onto his shaft. Jungkook had then rubbed his tip against your entrance before sliding it slowly into your wet dripping cunt. "Fuckkkkk!" You moaned as Jungkook filled you whole, inch by inch. "So wettt" Jungkook moaned as his cock throbbed inside a little from the feeling of your juices coating his cock.

"Take his dick in your wet cunt." Namjoon moaned as he stroked his cock a bit faster than before. Things started to get entertaining for him as he watched Jungkook slide his dick in and out of your pussy in the missionary position, causing you to moan loudly and grip onto the sheets on the bed. "Your dick feels so good. Fuck me just like that!" You moaned as you closed your eyes shut and had your lips make an 'o' shape.

"You're such a whore. Letting another man fuck you right in front of me. Does it make you feel good?" Namjoon stated as he stared at your fucked out face. He saw how good you felt. How good Jungkook's cock made you feel. "Fuck you look so hot. Tell me that you're a whore. A whore who likes other people's cocks railing your pussy." Namjoon stated as he picked up his pace with stroking his cock. "I-I'm fuck! I'm a whore Daddy. I love you watching him fuck me infront of you. I love his dick railing my pussy." You moaned as you looked into Namjoon's eyes before closing them and moaning loudly.

Jungkook continued to fuck your pussy in and out. All of your moans filled the room. "Fuck I'm gonna come." Jungkook groaned before he quickened his pace. The faster his thrust became, the closer you were to reaching your high. "I-I'm coming!" You moaned loudly before letting your juices flow all over onto Jungkook's dick. "Come all over his cock baby fuck!" Namjoon moaned as his cock throbbed in his hand as he stroked it. Jungkook moaned from the warm liquid gushing all over his cock, and he pulled out and started stroking it. "Fuck I'm coming!" Jungkook groaned before letting streaks of his hot cum, shoot onto your chest, as you panted. "Oooooh fuck!" Namjoon moaned before he came all over the hand he used to masturbate.

All three of you panted in and out, and Namjoon smiled at you and stated.

"That shit was fucking hot!"

A/n: Phew! That really was hot!

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[supergirl000983]

The Rancher and the Pilot PT.2

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Dutton!Reader

Warning: Language, NSFW, nipple play, making out, nudity, p in v

“How about you give me three dances and we will do whatever that heart of yours desires.” Y/N said wrapping her arms around Jake’s neck. “You know if you keep acting like this words gonna get out that Y/N Dutton is no longer on the Market, then we are gonna have to explain to your brother that all those “business trips” you were taking were actually trips to Lemoore and Fighter-town.” Jake said as he slid his hands into her back pockets on her bell bottoms. “Well…maybe it’s time that word got out. Jake we have been together for almost a year. The only people that know are our friends. I want to be able to have the love of my life with me for holidays.” Y/N said as she laid her head on his shoulder. “I know baby, and we will tomorrow if that’s what you want.” Jake said looking down at his girlfriend. She grabbed his hand and acted like she was gonna lead him to the dance floor, but kept walking out side and to the truck. By this time it was dark and the only lights were coming from the neon lights in the bar. Y/N came to a stop at the truck. “I thought you wanted to dance?” Jake said wrapping his arms around her waist his hands going straight to her ass to grab two hand fulls. “I thought we could do a dance of our own.” Y/N said as she leaned her head to the side so he could have more room kissing her neck. Jake reached behind her and opened the back door of her truck up, and sat her on the seat. She moved farther into the huge backseat area as her boyfriend followed and shut the door behind himself. Y/N removed her shirt, jeans, and her boots leaving her in her black lace see through bra and her hot pink thong. Jake smiled knowing that she knew they were his favorite combo. Jake pulled his black t-shirt over his head and undid his belt and jeans before pulling them off as well as his boots. Jake reached over and pulled Y/N into his lap. “I love you so fucking much.” Jake said as he began kissing and sucking hickies on her neck. “I love you too.” Y/n said moving her head to the side to give him more access. Jake moved one hand to her bra and undid it. She let the bra fall off as Jake kissed his way down to her left nipple bringing his hand up to twist and pinch her right one. “Oh oh oh God” She said arching her back pressing herself closer to Jake “Not God just Jake.” He laughed “not fun-Jake” She started before throwing her head back as he bit her nipple pinching the other. Jake brought both hands up to push her tits together and take turns flicking each nipple with his hot tongue. Jake moved them so she was laying on her back and situated himself onto his knees between her legs and pulled her legs up where her ankles were on both sides of his head. “Are you ready darlin?” Jake asked moving his boxers down his legs freeing his dick making it slap up and hit his stomach. “Fuck me Jake!” Y/N said breathless before letting out a moan as he pushed into her. “Holy Fuck! God Baby I love you so fucking much you always know how to take it baby.” Jake said as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the truck. Jake picked up his pace as he reached down using his thumb and pointer finger to pinch her clit. She let out a yelp before an almost pornographic moan. Jake let out a laugh and started using his thumb to rub her clit giving her just the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge. “Jake oh oh I…I’m gonna cum” “Cum for me baby” Y/N let out a very loud moan hitting her climax, Jake following right behind her. Jake let her legs down pulling out if her, and collapsing on top of her. Jake reached under the backseat and grabbed the blue ranch paper towels he knew would be there. He began cleaning as she laid there looking at him. “I wanna go back with you to Fighter-town.” Y/N said calmly as if she had had her mind made up before they had even left the ranch earlier that night. “What about the ranch?” Jake asked finishing up his cleaning of the both of them and the back seat.

Pt.3 will be posted in a few days

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@darhk-angel

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[pommpuriinn]

Act: Sweet Mirage Japan Tour

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ Japan started off good until certain photos invading privacy of some of the txt’s members got out and it ended not so good, but moas know how to pick up the broke pieces and make tubatu shine brighter

Osaka Day 1

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ Joohyung has a pretty big following in Japan amongst fan boys and fan girls demographic, well one the fan boys like Joohyung’s cute and feminine side and the fan girls like Joohyung’s “oppa” side along with her on going tsundere behavior

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ “hello I’m tomorrow by together’s oldest member Joohyungdes~” Joohyung did her greeting in Japanese causing the whole venue to cheer and making Joohyung smile and stuck her tongue out, causing a even bigger reaction

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ Joohyung became really flirty with moas tonight because she knew the affect she has on them and she was feeling herself which is a very dangerous combo for moas everywhere

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ during cat and dog Joohyung was giving best of both worlds for her fan boys and fan girls. She would start off cute and act like a cat with her making cat ears on her head and even giving a little ‘nya~’ into the mic. Then Joohyung would turn flirty and flirt with the moas and the members, like how at the end she lightly pulled on Yeonjun’s shirt collar acting like it was a leash and Yeonjun complied and acted like a dog

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ “everyone how did you like noona’s stages?” Kai asks earning many cheers. Beomgyu then starts to dance and sing, “I’m on the next level!” The members join in on the arm move making Joohyung laugh and join them. “Maybe one day we can all perform Next Level.” Joohyung smile while tapping her neck with the towel getting rid of the sweat

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ after singing ‘Happy Fools’ all the members did their own way of saying ‘yummy!’ Which Joohyung enjoys watching, but not participating. So when it was reaching to the second to last member, moas saw that Joohyung was slowly taking steps back moving away from the group making them laugh. Joohyung put her finger against her lips trying to get the moas that are watching her to ‘keep quiet’. Unfortunately, Soobin was doing a head count and saw that a member was missing and he starts looking for her until he whips around and sees Joohyung with wide eyes mid step. “Noona’s turn!” He points at her laughing

͛♡̷̷̷･͛moas all over the world salute the good fan sites that risk their life’s to taking these beautiful photos of Joohyung and not getting caught by security

Osaka Day 2

͛♡̷̷̷･͛during ‘CWJLTMA’ Joohyung stuck her tongue out at Taehyun as they were on their knees dancing facing each other which cause him to smile

͛♡̷̷̷･͛as they were performing ‘Drama’ and Taehyun was singing and holding the ball moving his way around the members Joohyung thought it was a good idea to hit the ball, but in her head she thought ‘oh Taehyun is going to have a good grip on the ball so I’m going to hit it when he comes by’. Actually Taehyun didn’t have a good grip and the ball flew out of his hands, luckily Joohyung quickly got it and they continued on. Joohyung did laugh through her lines as she was singing

͛♡̷̷̷･͛finally the group had time to talk to moas and relax for a bit. “Yah, what’s up with you and noona?” Kai points at Taehyun and Joohyung, as the duo kept on messing with each other during the songs. “I don’t know. I just woke up and choose to mess with him today.” Joohyung shrugs.

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ the duo didn’t stop either because as they got to the chorus of ‘No Rules’ and got up from the floor and started to spinning their arm around in a circle, Taehyun was a bit too close to Joohyung’s side and as his arm was spinning it accidentally hit Joohyung right on her chest. Which at the time he didn’t know he just hit his noona on a sensitive part of her body until the song was over and Joohyung hugged herself trying to ease the pain. Beomgyu then slaps Taehyun on the arm and whispers in his ear, “you hit Jooie on her chest.” Taehyun gasps and runs to Joohyung and hugs her

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ JooTae blue was an unstoppable duo during ‘Tinnitus’ making it a viral moment on all social platforms. Even at the end of the song when each member has solo camera shot as they walk by, Taehyun decided to place his arm around Joohyung’s shoulder and they both walk off

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ overall that night it was JooTae blue’s world and we’re just living in it

Saitama Day 1

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ moas thought Joohyung looked extremely cute with her hairstyle since the hair stylist did two bows on top of Joohyung’s head with her own hair, including little cute hair pins of Sanrio

͛♡̷̷̷･͛the members seem to like her hairstyle too because they like to play with her hair without ruining it or they would touch the pins, “ I can’t help myself but touch noona’s hair she just looks so cute with it.” Soobin cooed while looking over to Joohyung. “She looks like the maknae.” Kai pointed out and the members nodded agreeing with him

͛♡̷̷̷･͛during another cool down session where they talk to moas Taehyun brought up something Joohyung hates the most. “Let’s see some aegyo from our new maknae.” Making the whole venue cheer. Joohyung immediately gave Taehyun a side eye look, “ya, do you want to die?” Joohyung held up her little fist towards Taehyun. Even with Joohyung threatening Taehyun she still did aegyo for moa and her still hitting Taehyun for even suggesting doing that. “Our maknae is so cute moa.” Yeonjun praised Joohyung even though she was beating up one of their youngest

͛♡̷̷̷･͛as Joohyung was getting closer to moas as they were performing she stop and read a sign that said ‘can you and Soobin dance to Kara please’

Joohyung nodded and went to get Soobin, she brought him to the front and pointed at the sign. “Let’s dance to ‘Mister’.” They both started dancing to Kara’s ‘Mister’ just before they both stop dancing Joohyung slapped Soobin’s butt and immediately skipped away leaving him in shock

͛♡̷̷̷･͛after Joohyung finished her two stages and was doing her ending pose for ‘Next Level’ she saw some Sanrio plushies on the stage and then saw moas throwing Baymax plushies on the stage. Which Joohyung started running and collecting everything, but the staff in her ear-in told her that she had to get off the stage so she can change. So Joohyung said into her mic for the staff, “staff please collect all the plushies I want them, thank you~” and she ran with arms full of plushies backstage

Saitama Day 2

(Things before the concert)

͛♡̷̷̷･͛Joohyung unfortunately wasn’t feeling that well today, but she tried not showing it as much as she can. Last night during the ending part of the show she started feeling more tried than she normally does, which at first Joohyung didn’t think much of because of course she’s bound to feel tried after a show full of dancing and singing. That was until she woke up in the middle of the night and started throwing up and her body started hurting.

Fortunately, Beomgyu was there trying to ease the pain and even went out at two in the morning to get medicine and some tea for his Jooie, so she can feel better

͛♡̷̷̷･͛of course their team ran through medical tests in the morning to make sure it wasn’t covid related, luckily it wasn’t but the team did give Joohyung the option to pull out of tonight’s concert which of course Joohyung said ‘no!’ She didn’t want moas money and time to go to waste just because she was feeling a bit sick. The team knew Joohyung wouldn’t just sit out a concert so they made sure to tell her to go easy during the concert

(Concert time)

͛♡̷̷̷･͛the members kept a close eye on their noona the whole time they even patted her back and whispered, “go easy on this part.” They really did tried to take care of her and try not to show moa that their noona was feeling sick, but it was hard when they saw that Joohyung couldn’t stomach much of her food earlier

͛♡̷̷̷･͛to say the rest of the members were anxious was an understatement because after this ment that they were doing, they would be performing back to back without a second to rest which means Joohyung wouldn’t have much time to recover at least a bit or catch her breath

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ moas started catching on because of the way Joohyung was looking she wasn’t giving the same energy nor facial expressions. On the little videos that jmoas had recorded and posted you can hear someone say ‘she’s basically turning green!’

͛♡̷̷̷･͛during the ending part of ‘Opening Sequence’ where they’re on the floor Joohyung finally was catching her breath as she closed her eyes, but she was trying to recover she ended up missing her cue to get up. As they did the ending pose Joohyung felt a rush of water coming right back up which cause her to immediately place her hand to her mouth and turn around scared that she might actually throw up in front of everyone. Joohyung kinda froze as she felt like she couldn’t run backstage and the members rush to her and started covering her from everyone.

“Noona if you have to threw up right this second just do it because if you hold it in it’s going to hurt you more.” Yeonjun rubbed her back. Joohyung shook her head ‘no’ with tears in her eyes. “Come on Jooie I’ll take you backstage.” Beomgyu held her, as they both heading downstairs where medical staff were waiting

͛♡̷̷̷･͛”unfortunately, our noona doesn’t feel good today and we hope you guys are sending her love and cheers because she’s working as hard as she can to give you a good show.” Yeonjun started off, as he was drinking water trying to calm his nerves. “We hope moas are still enjoying our stage right?” Soobin asked and he received many cheers. “Good and we love seeing your happy faces and cute dances too-“ Soobin was cut off by a staff member running to them and pulling them together. Moas saw that their facial expressions turned sad and worried before reading their lips saying ‘thank you’ and the staff member running off stage.

Soobin cleared his throat, “um, noona still feels a bit sick so she will be sitting out a couple of songs and she’ll try her best to come out as much as she can.”

(I plan on writing a whole separate part for this tour stop including what happen the night before and backstage)

͛♡̷̷̷･͛Joohyung did end up doing her solo stages and really tired her best, but inevitability she couldn’t continue on the rest of the stages

͛♡̷̷̷･͛it was the end of the concert and Joohyung was able to join during the encore stages. “Let’s hear from our noona.” Kai finished his speech and looked over to Joohyung. Joohyung took a deep breath in and began speaking, “um, I-I’m sorry that I couldn’t show my best.” Joohyung licked her lips looking around seeing moas shaking their heads disagreeing with her.

“Unnie you did your best!” A moa yelled, making the members smile. “Thank you for your endless support and love towards me, even when I’m unwell. I just wished I tried harder.” Joohyung started tearing up. She covered her face with her hand causing moas to start chanting her name making it even harder for her not to cry. The members went to hug her and Taehyun grabbed a clean towel and gently dabbed her tears away. “Noona you did so well, don’t cry.” Yeonjun cooed, almost crying himself with how defeated Joohyung felt

Kanagawa Day 1

A brief summary of what happened during their break:

Txt ended up having a little break before their next round of concerts in Japan. During that break pictures of Joohyung and Beomgyu having a pretty formal date on a little roof top of a restaurant in Japan were leaked by a “fan”. It obviously angered fans, but mostly female fans. Some where also shock that there was also a picture of Beomgyu lighting a cigarette that was in Joohyung’s mouth, so now they all know she smokes as well. Taehyun also got pictures leak about him in a little club when he was still in Korea.

(Will write about this too)

͛♡̷̷̷･͛during soundcheck none the fans that were attending payed attention to Joohyung and the members would be holding her hands and try to hype her up making her feel a bit better

͛♡̷̷̷･͛as the concert continues Joohyung quickly sees that she still had some support because she has her fanboys that really were showing lots of support by cheer the loudest whenever she’s on the screen, but not only the fanboys still support her she of course has her lovely fan girls that held up little signs saying ‘I still support you and love you’ and others saying ‘no one should hate our queen Bae Joohyung (・`ω´・)’ which made her feel 10x better

͛♡̷̷̷･͛Joohyung really put all the hate aside and give moas the show that they deserved and tried giving all the love back that she’s been receiving

͛♡̷̷̷･͛Beomgyu was also showing the fans that were saying nasty stuff about his Jooie that he doesn’t fuck with them because those fans would cheer and make half hearts so he can complete them, and he wouldn’t pay attention to them one bit only to the ones showing Joohyung. Including the rest of the members who only give fan service to those supporting their noona

͛♡̷̷̷･͛as Joohyung was standing listening to her members talk she saw a water bottle coming at Beomgyu who was talking and looking at Soobin, and just before it actually hit anyone Joohyung caught it. “Woah noona has fast reflexes.” Kai smiled at Joohyung, making her chuckle

Kanagawa Day 2

͛♡̷̷̷･͛some fans still were against Joohyung which led to Joohyung having a cold expression and kinda like a cold demeanor as well. Txt have said before that Joohyung only give these cold feelings when she feels nervous or is unsure about the any situation around her. Of course Joohyung still placed a smile on her face obviously wanting to still give a great show

͛♡̷̷̷･͛the members played around with Joohyung so they can make her smile and laugh which worked 100% of the time. It also showed moas that they really don’t like it when their noona feeling anxious or upset

͛♡̷̷̷･͛whenever Joohyung would zone out they would give her cheeks little pinches, but they were never hard enough to actually hurt her only gently pinches. Or in Beomgyu’s case he would try to bite her shoulder which she would playfully nudge him back

͛♡̷̷̷･͛during ‘Farewell, Neverland’ Joohyung was singing her part as they were sitting on the boat with so much emotion and sadness in her eyes it made some moas cry. Don’t get them started when they were performing ‘Blue Spring’ and Joohyung was looking around the top levels with a genuine smile on her face singing

 ͛♡̷̷̷･͛Joohyung showed her gratitude for her members trying the whole night to make her happy and smile during her signing them off. “Thank you members for making me happy. This is Tomorrow by Together signing off, thank you!” Joohyung bowed while she was holding Beomgyu and Yeonjun’s hands, but just as she was going to give everyone a full bow the members pulled her up and hugged her

Aichi Day 1

͛♡̷̷̷･͛it was finally the last two shows of their Japan leg of the tour and Joohyung was happy but sad at the same time. She mostly wished it had a better ending than her getting sick and then her privacy being invaded. She just had to remember that some things are just not in her control and to not blame herself for anything

͛♡̷̷̷･͛aichi really brought in all the support and love Joohyung needed because as soon as her face was on the big screens the crowd erupted into cheers so loud that she even heard it through her ear-ins. Making her eyebrows raise in surprise but quickly went back to their place

͛♡̷̷̷･͛”Aichi let’s go!” Joohyung yelled before the intro of ‘Loser=Lover’ started getting everyone hyped up making her smile

͛♡̷̷̷･͛during ‘Dear Sputnik’ her and Kai were head banging and just rocking out, including make a whole section start jumping with them. They were so into that they almost missed their cue to start singing which made Yeonjun laugh at them, but almost had a smile of endearment while watching them

͛♡̷̷̷･͛Joohyung got to rap Coi Leray’s part in ‘Happy Fools’ they decided to give them the original version has a little treat along with doing Beomgyu’s little dance during ‘H.A.P.P.Y’ part making Joohyung smile as she was rapping

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ there was also a moment that went viral on twitter of Joohyung trying to catch confetti and how cute she looks doing so. It really makes moas feel happy that she’s happy and enjoying herself

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ “I really enjoyed tonight and you guys did too right?” Joohyung many cheers including the members answering ‘yes’ which made her giggle. “I’m glad everyone had fun. Um, I wanted to say thank you for making us feel welcome and jumping a lot with us. You guys must feel tried too so make sure you go home safely and rest well because tomorrow I’m going to make you jump some more. Goodnight and I love you!” Joohyung made a little heart with her hands before waving ‘bye’

Aichi Day 2 Final Show

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ Joohyung didn’t come to play today she was hitting moves harder and her stage presence was at 100 making moas fall deeper for Joohyung

͛♡̷̷̷･͛the jmoas attending this concert decided to do a fan project for Joohyung during her solo stages to show that no matter what they’ll always support her and txt as whole. So the jmoas brought pink glow sticks and made a heart in the middle with ‘BJ’ (Bae Joohyung) next to it in the middle of the venue, just before the end of ‘Next Level’. Along with the others who were closer to the stage held up slogans saying, ‘no matter what moas will always stand hand to hand with tubatu’

“I love you so much moa~” Joohyung really didn’t want to cry no more, so she really held it in while seeing everything.

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ as the members split into teams of two with their moa bong in their hands and coming with ideas to show which section was the best. Joohyung and Yeonjun made their section meow, and move their hand with the lightstick like a cat’s paw. “You guys aren’t in sync!” Joohyung laughed because she knew they were cringing. “I’m making you guys do aegyo for all the times you guys made me do aegyo for you.” Yeonjun playfully push her back while laughing. “This is revenge.”

͛♡̷̷̷･͛as they were getting into position for ‘GBGB’ Beomgyu and Joohyung decided to switch places in that Joohyung would be hold the rose in her mouth and Beomgyu be the one to light it. Making fans go crazy in person and online making their own ideas on why they decided to switch places

͛♡̷̷̷･͛Joohyung was really feeling herself during ‘Tinnitus’ which one of her loyal fansites was able to take this photo which all of Joohyung stans were on their knees for her

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ during ‘Angel Or Devil’ Joohyung hyped Beomgyu up by yelling, “Beomie let’s go!” Just before his rap verse making him smile as he finished

͛♡̷̷̷･͛of course Joohyung kept her promise and made everyone start jumping around including the security guards around the main stage

͛♡̷̷̷･͛ “we have to save the best for last.” Yeonjun teased, as they started looking at Joohyung ready to hear her speech. Joohyung laughed before started, “I-I really want to thank moa today for everything even though this tour in Japan was a bit rocking for me. You guys really-and I mean really made some great memories for me.” Moas cheered, making Joohyung smile. “I’m happy we were able to finished this leg of the tour healthy and well, and I hope the next time we have even more fun and make even more memories. Thank you.” Joohyung gave moas a little bowed.

“This is Tomorrow by Tomorrow signing off, thank you!” Joohyung signed them off.

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member

[notyetjae]

Being friends with act 1 Vi

*ﾟpairing: Vi x reader (Platonic)

*ﾟwarnings: Underage drinking, mention of vomit, kids doing stupid shit, description of injuries

*ﾟA/N: Some of these stories are stolen from friends 💀

Growing up in the lanes is dangerous but that doesn't mean you can't have fun

You, Vi, and her siblings are constantly doing stupid shit, once Mylo stole a box with fireworks and almost set himself on fire trying to light them

Powder is there to witness all the dumb shit, she never really engages but she's definitely just in the background

"How much money to chug this whole thing?" said Vi, gesturing towards a water bottle bigger then mylo's hair. She drank the whole thing in 20 seconds and nearly puked.

injuries, injuries, injuries, at least one of you is injured at any point and time, Vi once dislocated her shoulder trying to show off her parkour skills, she missed a jump and fell on her elbow, making a loud POP! sound echo throughout the quiet alley, you'd never seen her cry until that day

While Vi wins most Injured, Mylo takes the cake when it comes to stupid ideas.

In the same week he gathered an army of poro's and freed them onto the street a few days later he stole a mutated god knows what from a street vendor, it bit him so hard he was sure he lost a finger

Claggor may seem like the peacemaker but he is most definitely the one provokes others to do risky things

"I'll give you a bag of silver gears to make that jump. What do you mean you'll fall? Chicken."

When you're not out and about terrorizing the streets of zaun with your teenage antics, you're terrorizing each other In the basement of the last drop

Powder usually plays music while she works on her gadgetry, sometimes you find yourself humming to the catchy tunes but most of the time your yelling at Mylo to stop screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs

"Wanna play nutball?" Mylo questions, tossing a full plastic bottle at Vi, she catches it with ease, "What?" "Sit on the floor, roll the bottle super fast and hope it doesn't hit your nuts" Violet snorted, "I don't have nuts asshole"

Despite that they played for a good 30 minutes, until Vi shoved the bottle a little too hard and basically paralyzed Mylo, he started whining so much Vander came down and the two of you tried to explain what happened through laughter and tears, your stomach hurt from cackling so hard.

Powder was always a sensitive kid so you tried your best to be gentle with her, but no amount of strength could've helped you hold back your laughter when the girl hissed at you like a cat when she was angry, Vi being used to it told her to cut it out but you were rolling on the floor dying.

Powder is a BEAST at arcade games, she spends hours hunched over the dusty screen strategically smashing the buttons while sticking her tongue out to focus, it's the one thing Vi can't beat her on but you? The both of you will go back and forth for days, desperately fighting for the number 1 spot, Vi got so tired of powder staying up to plan strategies and combos that she ripped the cord out the of the machine.

#arcane #arcane lol #vi x reader #♡zai's headcanons #jinx #powder arcane #arcane headcanons #arcane x you

[ghostofwinter]

((Blurb or an open starter if you like.))

CONTENT WARNING: being mugged, blood, gore, violence, knife.

Anika shakily got back up to her feet, her dark hair wild in the breeze, and licked the blood off her lips with a low chuckle. Lightning danced in the startling violet of her irises as she brought her gaze back up to the man before her; a dangerous smile played upon her lips as he stared at her incredulously and took a step back. He seemed nervous now, his mind going a mile a minute; he had been trying to mug her when she started to fight back. She had been feisty too; kicking and scratching, hell, even biting him at one point. He had intended on putting her in her place, having just given this defenseless girl what he could argue was one of the hardest hitting combos he had; an upper-cut into her side and then a jab to her face. She should be laid out on the dirty, littered ground of the dark alley, not standing, and certainly not looking as pleased as she did…

“YO, she’s something else!” his partner exclaimed, a delirious smile on his face.

“What the fuck are you?” The first man scowled, tossing her bag over to his partner. The second, slightly smaller man caught it and immediately opened it up, digging through the contents to find something of value.

“I think the better question would be should I let you live?” she taunted him, sauntering forward as the shadows themselves seemed to close in and encompass her lithe form; it was as if they were a liquid, flowing ever closer towards him and seemingly pouring from her very body. His eyes darted around wildly, sweat beading on his temples and rolling down his face as he gulped. Was he really going to let this woman make him out to be nothing but a fucking joke? Fuck that.

“Someone needs to put you in your place you little bitch,” he snarled, reaching in his pocket and palming a butterfly knife. He whipped it out, twirling it open as he gripped it in his fist. Anika came to a stop, looking amused.

“That’s very sharp, ангел*, are you sure you know how to use it?” she laughed.

She was laughing. This bitch was actually laughing at him. His friend snickered behind him, dropping her bag into a puddle of filthy water, clutching her wallet greedily as he watched the woman belittle his friend.

“I’m gonna carve you up nice and pretty!” the man hissed, lunging at her. She simply stood there with a smile; faster than the eye could see, the shadows at her feet melted together and shot up, forming what could only be described as a towering creature of pure nothing. It was a void; an endless darkness, yet it was solid as the man slammed into it, razor-sharp talons gripping him by the arms and tearing his flesh. He gasped, blood running down his arms as he struggled violently, terror and confusion in his eyes.

“бедняжка***,” she cooed softly, tilting her head as the shadows slowly receded back. The man whimpered, a wet spot rapidly growing at the crotch of his jeans and running down his pants leg. Her gaze flicked down to it in amusement before looking back into his eyes. 

“Wrong move, товарищ**.” Anika’s voice was cold as the terrifying monster made of shadows swallowed the man whole; his scream was shrill, accompanied by a stomach-churning squelch, as blood, flesh, and guts splattered across the dirtied, faded bricks of the buildings. The second man was frozen, his fingers going lax and dropping her wallet; he had been soaked in the remnants of what was his friend, his eyes wide in horror. She clucked her tongue in distaste and walked over, taking her finger and placing it under his chin.

“You should run.” She didn’t need to tell him twice; he immediately turned heel and scrambled out of the alley as fast as he could. She watched him until he was out of sight, then gently palpated her rib cage, gasping as a sharp pain shot through her.

“Mother fucker.. He broke a rib…” she hissed, wrapping an arm around herself as she knelt down, picking up her discarded things; she had done a good job of fighting through the pain, but now that the adrenaline was wearing off, it was beginning to incapacitate her. Hoisting the strap over her shoulder, her teeth dug into her lower lip in an effort to hold back a scream of pain, and she breathed heavily through her teeth as she began to limp out of the alley.

“Just make it home Anika.. That’s all you have to do,” she whispered to herself.

***бедняжка - bednyazhka - poor thing

*Ангел - ahnyel - angel

**товарищ - tovarishch - comrade

#OC blurb #open starter #〔⋇⋆ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ⋆⋇〕

[sugarushsuga]

2022 End of Year Writing Recap

Rules: post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

Tagged by: @bangtanintotheroom

Top 5 works you're most proud of (not necessarily your most popular)

1- In Your Own Words - This series was so long and hard to write, also it brought me back to writing fanfics after such a long time having a falling out with writing because of adulting.

2- I don't mind - Because it's short it's cute, and i wrote it all at once as soon as the inspiration hit me, something rare to happen.

3- Stay there, I'm coming to get you - I can never stress enough how hard it is to write smut, when my first language isn't english. Seems like whenever I try, sunddenly I don't know english anymore. And this one was easier than any other, I just couldn't figure out how to make them get there.

4- Grand Slam - This is my most popular fic, but what made me the proudest was that I managed to step out of my confort zone with some part of the smut, and that made me very unsure of it.

5- New Year's resolutions - For me is so, so hard to write Jimin and portray him, that i paused this fic so many times and even now I'm not sure about it, but I put it out to the world and that's what matters.

Top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release

1- All Night - I was supposed to post it on Christmas but adulting and a lot of other things got in the way. This fic came out of my obsesion with the song and the idea of keeping each other warm during a cold night of winter - Because honestly I'm very tired of Christmas durring summer.

2- Paper Flowers - This is part of the Summer Time Wedding colab from BCN. I need to sit down and finish of this one, but I'm happy with how the story is comming along.

3- PJ's and RJ's - Because Kim Seokjin, Pajamas and RJ are the perfect combo.

4- I'd love to - Because is the fic im currently working on and probably the next one I'll be posting.

Top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year

1- Outlining the story doesn't mean things can't change. The pieces not used can turn into another fic or used at another one.

2- I can post fics with more basic and simpler grammar. There is no need to stress over making the story more "sophisticaded" using hard words that takes me forever to find and make me lose/dread writing. - People don't care about it, they don't even notice the effort.

3- Writing needs to be fun. There is no need to write a lot and post a lot when people don't care about giving feedback or talking to you about your work. I need to write because I want to tell the story and I'm doing it for me.

Top 2 resolutions for the new year

1- Read and write more, as well as give better feedbacks.

2- Improve my banner skills.

Number 1 favorite line you've written this year

(Is not a line but a few pragraphs from IYOW-CH.10)

“I went to visit my grandmother! She lives in the countryside.”

Sabrina lifts her thumbs and stretches out her arm, making sweeping movements back-and-forth with clenched fists. Suddenly she stopped with a theatrical grimace of astonishment and twists one of her fists, muttering a nhem-nhem-nhem-nhemnhem.

“Then my car broke down!” you tell Jungkook excitedly.

Sabrina jumps up and down in celebration, then goes back to mime. She puts one hand to the ear, thumb and little finger stretched out, and slides the finger of the other through the throat, sticking out the tongue.

“Then I got a death threat!”

“What?” Jungkook and Sabrina asks at the same time.

For this part I have to thank my eternal Roommate Julia and her terrible mime reading skills. I love her to death but I can never be her partner on mime games.

I'm late on doing this, beacause there was only so much my mental health allowed me to do last month.

All i can say is that I'm thankfull that 2022 is over, it was a really stressful year and I hope 2023 will be much kinder to me.

Tagging: @egocypher @babiekaykes @temptaetions@ressjeon

#writing #sugarushsuga #2022 review

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Blackwell brawls: Chloe Price.

@ohbee-whatcanyoube

Play style: An aggressive rush down, Chloe prioritises closing the gap with her opponent and punishing them with her sharp tongue and hard hitting specials.

unique normals:

Back+heavy punch= FU: Chloe flips the opponent off, making a small middle finger speech bubble that extends that range.

Forward light punch = Catch: Chloe flicks a cigarette at the opponent for a short range hit. Works in combos.

Special moves:

Insubordinate language: Chloe points at the opponent and a speech bubble of censor symbols comes out, doing damage if the opponent is in range. Can be followed up with “Another thing!”

Another thing: (Only usable after Insubordinate language) Chloe walks forward, seemingly ranting as two more censor bubbles come up.

Punk Drunk: Chloe takes a drink from a bottle, then tosses it on the floor in front of her. The bottle will stay on the screen for a brief moment. Acts as a taunt, but the bottle acts as a tripling hazard.

Bad Girl loves guns: Chloe pulls out a gun, and fires towards the ground. If the bullet hits a bottle on the ground, it ricochets and hits Chloe, causing minor damage.

BOOM: Chloe pulls out her graffiti pen, and doodles a mini rocket that flies at the opponent. A sketchy explosion sound appears if it connects.

Masterpiece: Serial Tagger:

Begins with Chloe running across the screen with a baseball bat and hitting the opponent with a sketchy “BONK” graphic appearing. The opponent falls to the floor, Chloe pulls out her pen and draws on the opponent.

The opponent wakes up with graffiti on their face, causing emotional damage that transfers into medium health bar damage.

Victory animation: Chloe stretches her arms behind her head and walks off casually.

#revelations and stupidity #blackwell brawls #life is strange

[guiltyfilthysoularchive]

she’s not a big drinker, for the most part, but instead of wallowing in her and angela’s shared apartment, on the one night her friend is out and about without her, juliette decides that it’s best for her to put her mind to something, and that something is drinking. she doesn’t dress up much, so her appearance is modest at best, but it’s an upgrade from the usual jean shorts and t-shirt combo she throws on when she’s delivering feed or the scrubs she dons at work.

running her fingers through her hair, one hand pressed into the back pocket of her pants, the brunette sidesteps a couple walking on main street and heads over towards gabe’s bar, where she can easily find herself something decent to sip on for the night. the air is cool and crisp around her, not enough for a jacket, but enough to send a small chill into her bones, a stark difference from the mind-numbing heat during the daytime hours.

opening the door to gabe’s, there’s a smile on her face as she enters, waving a hand to some of the local regulars in town before making a beeline towards the bar. she presses a finger to her chin, surveying the options available before making a bold choice. tonight, she goes vodka cranberry. whilst waiting on her drink, she looks off to the left to spot william westfield off in a corner by himself, enjoying a drink in his own right.

when handed her own drink, she leans in to order another of the type of beer william is drinking, making sure to start somewhat of a tab for tonight when she slides over her card. collecting said drink, juliette wanders over towards where he is sitting.

“do my eyes deceive me, william westfield, in the flesh?” she says, holding out the beer as though it were an offering for disturbing @woodridgehollow’s peace and quiet. there’s a wide smile set across her visage as he takes it, before she takes a small sip of her own drink, delighting in the flavors that hit her tongue as soon as she does so. “guess you got a night off from the radio station? that mean elsie’s running things on her own?” she asks, a tilt of her head as another sip goes down the gullet.

#threads. #dyn. / william westfield. #woodridgehollow