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[folkloresthings]

JANE EYRE — send a fandom + info about you (including gender preference) and i’ll tell you who i ship you with. Hello and congrats on 1k again! I'd love to get shipped with one of the f1 drivers. I'm in my early twenties, sarcastic, the mom/therapist friend. Honestly better at taking care of others than myself. I love writing and hope to be a published author. Love learning new things and am constantly getting attached to new things. Also very chill yet somehow opinionated. Congrats again on 1k! You deserve it!

i ship you with: oscar piastri! he’d need someone similar in age to him, because of where he is in his life right now (early twenties are an important time in development). your instinct to take care of him definitely makes him feel so loved and seen, especially when he’s always so far away from home and his family. but he’ll be the one to take care of you, while you’re busy taking care of everyone else. always making sure you’re eating enough, sleeping enough, basically wanting to look out for you — he sees how much you do for others, especially for him, and he just wants to return the favour. he’d ADORE your sarcastic attitude, one that could keep up with his. as for your writing, he’s your biggest fan. always the first to read your drafts and give you honest feedback, asking for signed copies of your notes, promoting any publicity on his socials. he’s such a supportive bf but he needs someone to support him too, and you’d be a perfect match for that.

[hotch33tos22]

Arrange marriage/ Shoto todoroki x reader

🌟smut

"So your the person im marrying... Great.”

“Ill be honest I didn't even want to do this arranged marriage." Shoto stated. Looking at you, his expression softening slightly.

"But.. I suppose we can try," he said, his tone less harsh than before. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. It wasn't the most romantic way to start a marriage, but you knew that many arranged marriages started out this way. All you could do was try your best to make him happy.

"A-ah yes... sorry..." you reply to him it's not like you wanted to be in one too but you already knew this was your destiny.

Shoto's eyes seemed to soften ever so slightly at your response. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, and looked at you with a neutral expression.

"It's not your fault," he replied softly.

"We're both stuck in an arranged marriage. It's not like we have a choice in the matter."

"Yeah I guess so..." you look away.

Shoto observed your expression, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that you were just as uncomfortable with the situation as he was. Silence fell over the room for a moment, and he let out a soft sigh.

"You're not exactly what I was expecting for a wife," he said, his gaze studying you.

His words pained your heart.

"O-oh..." you say what did he mean? Are you so bad looking? You thought to yourself but trying to to care you snap back

"You aren't either what I was expecting..."

Shoto raised an eyebrow at your response, surprised at your quick comeback.

"Oh? And what were you expecting?" he asked. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he found your reaction amusing.

Wanting to get back at him you think for a second, "I'm not sure but possibly more..."

A flicker of curiosity crossed Shoto's face at your reply. He seemed intrigued by your bold words. "More what?" he questioned, his eyes fixated on you. He wasn't used to people speaking to him like this, and it was slightly amusing to him.

"Like I said just More" the words slip out of your tongue.

Shoto stifled a smirk. He hadn't expected you to be so feisty.

"Just asking out of curiosity," he said casually.His thoughts consumed by conflicting emotions. He hadn't expected his arranged wife to be so defiant and feisty. He had pictured someone who was quiet or submissive, someone who would fall in line with his aloof and serious demeanor.

💒 Timelapse to 6 months into the marriage 💒

Over the past six months, you and Shoto have spent considerable time together. While the initial awkwardness has faded, your relationship remains somewhat frosty, with Shoto's aloof nature and your independent spirit often clashing. Hearing the sound of the door opening, you turn your attention towards the entrance, expecting to see Shoto returning home after a long day at work.

Shoto's icy eyes meet yours as he walks into the kitchen, a hint of exhaustion in his gaze from a long day's work "I'm home," he replies, a faint edge to his voice.

"welcome" you say in a smoothing voice, shotos eyes focus on the steady movement of the knife as you chop the vegetables, his expression remaining neutral.

"You should go change you must be tired..." you tell him hoping he'd leave.. Shoto raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, sensing the hint of impatience in your voice.

"I'm fine," he replies, his tone firm. He leans against the counter next to you. You finish cutting up the vegetables and put them inside the boiling pot covering it turning tour body towards Shoto He leans casually against the counter, observing you with a detached expression on his face.

"Do you need something?" You question to why he's still in the kitchen. Shoto shrugs, his eyes flicking away for a moment before returning to you.

"Just watching you cook," he replies casually, his expression neutral. There's a hint of something in his eyes, though, something that betrays a deeper thought beneath the surface. You hum in response setting a timer.

"well I'm going to go change..." you warn him he doesn’t respond at first, his eyes fixed on you.

Then, before you can leave the kitchen, he speaks up.

"Wait."

You turn in confusion

"is there something you need?"

Shoto stands up from where he had been leaning against the counter and takes a few steps forward, closing the distance between you in a few strides. He seems to hesitate for a split second before speaking, as if trying to choose his words carefully.

"There's something I want to say to you," he finally says, his tone serious.

You turn nervous you didn't know why but... he never really says anything especially warns you "yes?" You raise and eyebrow waiting for his response.

Shoto hesitates for a moment, his expression unreadable. His eyes lock with yours, intense and focused. He takes a breath before speaking, his voice steady but laced with a hint of uncertainty.

“Ive... been thinking about our mariage lately," he says, his gaze never wavering. He's careful with his choice of words, his usual confidence faltering slightly.

"What have you been thinking?" You question.

Shoto takes a step closer, closing the already small gap between you. He's standing so close that you can practically feel the heat radiating off of his body. His eyes remain fixed on yours, his expression a mix of seriousness and uncertainty.

"About us..." he says, his voice quieter now. "About our marriage. About the six months we've been living together."

Your face turn bright red feeling his presence so close to you... he wanted to talk about marriage? Now? Why? You question yourself waiting for his reply.

Shoto notices the blush creeping onto your cheeks, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He studies your face closely, observing your reaction to his words and his close proximity to vou. After a moment. he continues. his voice softer than usual.

"I've noticed that we've been... distant.

We barely talk. We hardly even spend time with each other."

You notice his smirk causing your blush to lower and stop "well yes we aren't in this marriage for Love now are we?" You question

Shoto's smirk falters slightly at your words, a flicker of something passing through his eyes before it's gone in an instant. He leans against the counter, his arm brushing against yours in the confined space of the kitchen.

"No, we're not," he says, looking at you for over a moment before speaking again.

"But that doesn't mean we have to be completely indifferent to each other."

"Mh well if theirs something missing you could always find it in someone else" hoping he wouldn’t take your suggestion seriously but not letting it show you look at him and smile.

Shoto's eyes narrow at your words, a flicker of annoyance crossing his expression. He steps closer, his body pressed against yours, his hand brushing against your hip as he grips the edge of the counter.

"I have no interest in finding what we're

'missing' in anyone else." His voice is low and firm, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"u-um... it was just a suggestion ..." you reply to him lowly looking away.

Shoto's grip on the counter tightens, his knuckles turning white. He steps closer, invading your personal space, his body practically surrounding yours. His voice is a low, almost guttural growl when he speaks.

"I don't want anyone else." His words are filled with a possessive edge, his gaze burning into yours. He's so physically close to you that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"S-hoto... you're getting kind of close... you tell him as your hands lay on his chest being the only thing that keeps the space between you and him,he notices your hands on his chest, your body language a mixture of caution and hesitation. He steps even closer, his body now fully pressed against yours as he leans in, his face just centimeters from yours. His eyes locked firmly onto yours, his gaze unwavering.

"And?" he replies, his voice a low murmur. His hand moves from the counter to your hip, gripping it possessively.

"W-we don't even love eachother isn't this a hit close?" You ask knowing you’d developed feelings for him but only he knew if he would set his eyes for another other than you..

Shoto's grip on your hip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin almost possessively. His eyes search your face, looking for any sign of discomfort or rejection in your expression. His gaze is intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something else, something unreadable.

"Who says I don't love you?" he counters, his voice a low rumble. His other hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.

"w-what!?" You shout turning to look at him with a bring blush in your face feeling the tenth on between both your body's. Yours specifically craving his...he observes your reaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sees the flush on your cheeks. He leans in, his body pressed even tighter against yours, his hand still holding your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"I said," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath fans across your skin, sending a shiver through your body.

"Who says I don't love you?" he repeats, the intensity in his eyes growing. You felt his lips touch yours inside a spark appears.

Shoto's lips brush against yours, softly at first, as if he's testing the waters. But just as you start to respond to the kiss, he deepens it, his hand on your hip pulling you closer against him. His body is flush against yours, his other hand moving to the nape of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you with a possessive fervor. You moan his name softly from his actions

"s-ho..."

Shoto's grip on you tightens even more at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth. He pushes you harder against the counter, his body trapping you in between himself and the cold surface. His lips move to your jaw, trailing a path of kisses down to your neck.

"Say it again," he whispers against your skin, his voice a low, demanding murmur.

"Mhm..." you start to feel and needy for his touch "sho..." you moan again. He groans softly at the sound of his name leaving vour lios again. the feeling of your body against his driving him crazy. His lips brush against your neck, tasting your skin as his hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against you as he nibbles at a sensitive spot on your neck.

"F-fuck," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.

You moan with each action he's does touching, feeling you it drives you insane you start moving your hips towards his in despair of more

Shoto feels your hips moving against his, your movements driving him crazy. He groans against your skin, his hands moving up to grip your waist, holding you firmly in place. He starts to grind against you, meeting your movements with his own, his body moving in a desperate rhythm against yours.

"F-fuck…" he murmurs again, his voice low and gravelly. One hand moves to the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his hip, bringing your bodies even closer together.

"m-Mh!", "s-ho... please take me..." you look at him with lustful eyes. Shoto's eyes darken at your words, the sound of your voice pleading for him sending a jolt of desire straight through his body. He lets out a low growl, his hands gripping you tighter.

"God, baby..." he whispers, his lips moving to your ear, nipping at the lobe.

"Keep saying my name like that and I won't be able to control myself." He slowly kisses your neck leaving love bruises hearing your moan by his ear turned him on eagerly.

“P-please sho… s-stop teasing me I can’t take it anymore your driving me crazy” tears prickle from your eyes eager for his touch.

Shoto smirks “ohyeah?..”, “this is how I’ve been feeling these past months.. I thought I’d never get to taste you…” he says softly by you ear.

He’s driving you crazy your hands lead their way toward his belt unbuckling it as you try to lower his pants along with his underwear.

“Do you really need me that much sweetie?” He chuckles lowly as he shivers from your touch turning him on. He continues to let you do what your doing making you struggle as he slips one hands under your skirt while other holds onto your hips, his fingers run through your clit making you shiver after his roach moaning lowly grasping for more.

“You’re so pretty like this…” he states as he runs his finger in circular motions weakening your legs making them shake.

“S-sho..” you sigh, “p-pleasee!” You beg.

He chuckles as he kisses your lips once again before lowering his underwear just enough to take out his member , raising your skirt and pulling your underwear to the side he that’s rubbing himself into your entrence.

“Your so wet I haven’t even put it in..” you whispers softly in your ear causing you to moan in every slip his rubs onto you

“M-Mhh..” you hold onto his shoulders as he starts to put his tip in slowly driving you crazy. Before he can completely put it in the takes a look at your lewed face fille deity tears and eager he takes his member out only to repeatedly edge you with his tip. Having had enough with this action you hold onto him and enter yourself forcefully causing you to moan his name out loud.

“F-Fuck!!” He groans in pleasure as you start riding him the best you could insirting yourself in and out of him making him weak, deciding to take control he lays on the table facing him placing your legs around his hips thrusting in and out of you in a fast pace.

“O-oh!! S-shoo!!” , “F-fuckk~” you whine as your eyes roll back from all the pleasure he’s giving you, You feel his tip so deep enough your cervix feeling his dick practically tremble as your walls hold and tighten around him.

“Y-you feel so good..” “your s-so… soo..good…” he whines as he continues to thrust bring one of your legs over his shoulder to access you deep enough.

“c-Cumming!! C-um-“ before you could even finish your pleadings you feel yourself come undone as he gives a final thrust deep in you finishing inside…

You both hear the timer you had set earlier run out as he chuckles and kisses your lips softly whispering in your ear “This won’t be the only time we’ll be doing this..” he smirks as kisses you passionately hearing your moans by his lips.

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[gardnhee]

✧˖°. WHAT’S IN MY GARDN? 🐇

౨ৎ - I’ll write for anything except dub-con, pet play, and age play. i enjoy writing smut, fluff, and angst - as any other writer. i also loveeeee writing for characters!! whether it’s anime, or not! if you also enjoy this, check out my zuko fic, which i’m currently making a part two on :)! do not hold back from requesting fic ideas, my submissions are always open, as i am always open to conversing with and meeting new people !!

ᐢ..ᐢ ࣪˖ WHAT’RE “FLOWERS”? 💒

౨ৎ - “flowers” are fics, but there are three sub categories within: marigolds, small fics - 1k to 4k words. zinnias, medium fics - 5k to 9k words. dahlias, large fics - 10k+ words.

“if i had a flower for every time i thought of you, i could walk in my garden forever.”

© GARDNHEE, do not copy, modify, or upload on other platforms.

[ohbunnyx]

do you like using collars on ur subs? i’m more into being manhandled with your own hands though ^^

-💒

I love collaring but it means so much more to me then just something I can use to pull around my sub. It’s a promise of loyalty and love and dedication to my submissive. There’s many many different types of collars as well darling💒

[ticholasnesla]

Nimona (2023), friends.

First of all thank u to the people who made these great gifs!!! This is presumptuous of me but i truly hope u dont mind me featuring them! This is the first of - hopefully many - years of my Media Gifventure for the Holiday Season of 2023. I will go into more details if i need. So.

🥺

man of the hour. Man of the Year. Gold Star. 🌟

Gif use Disclaimer, I hope me making this post with these gifs isnt overstepping 🙂‍↕️💛 people who upload gifs, which, 9/10 times, they made themselves, are one of the most supportive vertebrae communities of Tumblr. 🫡👏👏 bravo chudovyy splendid чудовий mykola please tell me what i should remove and i will remove.

Above all else, Thank u.

anyways here's3 something i hope is going to be fun. Last chance. Gif heavy, flash warning excessive emojis, stupid shite and a dog.

🐕 . . . 🤎

nimona beat my ass yall. It beat my family's ass yall.

That's a Ss²+Gold ranked film if ever i saw one. Congrats Neæs@tflix - Nimona, and congrats ND Stevenson.

Ss²+Gold means Soupsoup Squared PLUS Gold which MEANS

+4 of thees bad boys!!!!!!!!

Enjoy!

i stop talking about strictly Nimona Heere.

so with that all said and done...i was Thinking... part 2?

disclaimer pls read the 👎 RULES. Trans rights human rights. Protect trans kids. Pronouns for your Hostess this evening are she/he/they. this isnt a nft thing so dont talk to me about that. and im not writing free reviews or reading your book. I just wanna award movies and webtoons and webcomics without putting any real artistic effort in (except when i WANT to put real artistic effort in) and also feature some great indie/non indie stuff In a (hopefully) positive light 🔮 shit i might even do requests. Or sketches. Imagine. 🐙

PROCEED 👎to RULES and engage in critical thought and problem soliving before sending me asks.💢

That being said, keep it PG. All asks are good asks and i will develop an FAQ if need be!

Rules 👎 down dere keep scrolling and reading. Thx. But first

Do u wanna submit something to be considered for a Soup GoldTM? Submit your favourite,

Webcomic

Youtube channel

Trending topic

Webtoon

youtube series

Manga

Anime

Plot twists

Lesser known artists

Indie artists

Podcasts

Heartbreaks /no actual bummers pls.

Memes etc etceteree

that kept you warm this 2023! And for my immediate needs, Happened in 2023. For this thing, i will only accept submissions til new yrs day. Is that peechy?

👎👎Ok finally rules for real. Proceed to pig 🐷 for tldr

Keep it pg🦉

K.I.S.S - keep it simple, Saoirse🦆

Stay in your Lane 🫎🦍🐏🪿

Dont message strangers on the internet if you're under 18.🔴And if you do KEEP your age out of their inbox. 🪺🐣🐊

Adult media is fine but i want to keep it Prime Time 🦐🐚 🪸🪼🐠🚦🐬

66I know i might be typing like a fucking bunyak but i wanna have FUN and talk about FUN STUFF my past 3 years has been ROUGH, BAYBEE. I miss my parents, Tails. I miss them a lot. /not a joke.

💐🦋🕊🐝🦂🦈🐄🐓🦤🦀🦀🦅🪱🥀🦽🏥🏥🏥🏥🏥🏥🫀🌎☀️🌜🪐🌬🌪🌦🌈☔️🔥☃️🎅🏡🎆🪻🌷💐🫀🐦‍⬛🚜👨‍🌾💚🤟💒💊🌋🏞🎡🛝🚛🚚🛻🚲

I am but flesh n blood n bone.

Please keep in mind i will only do what i have the jnj marbles for, but i will dedicate a lot of my downtime to this and i really want to have a good experience so um if u know a friend, or maybe want to tag cool accounts to maybe look over here yoo hoo hi there hello and do u wannaaa 🐕🐕🐕

Click that rebwog pwease 🥺 pppwease. Ding that like button smash that like button Uw0

This only works on Good Will so dont Play with my heart. We want to have fun.

I do have a DO NOT PASS GO list in my head but i wont reveal whats on it til i come across it ya? 🦩

Thank y for reading the rules. Now.

Me vs you the reader

Proceed to pig for tldr🐷

The Soup Golds and other Soups utilize a vector of Grandma's Soup from Lengend of Zelda Wind Waker that i edited with my phone. I do not claim to own this graphic and am just fucking around.

Submissions that dont pass my sneefing test are welcome and valuable! Incoming bee gif:

🐝

love rubbin my dusty little fingers in new Things and readings. So they will be rewarded either with Unseen, Uninterested, or Unwatchable badges, and might be featured as (dis)/honorable mentions! More nuance on that if the need arises. 🦄🔮👀

🐷Asks are open / pending! Feel free to Lurk/ask questions. Dont be rude or ELSE..u get The PIG 🐷🐷

✋️HYYYYYY

🤘🪑YAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🐖🐖🐖🐖💨💨💨💨💨💨💨💥⚰️🪦🐽🍄

.. and then the Anon is going off. i dont want to have to do that. 🫠

🐗Let's keep it Frosty🐗

🐖💨💨💨💨Inbox closes Boxing Day! Get ur submissions in Today and get some fun ?

Write a letter and leave me a cookie pls. Im not asking for money i just wanna spend some quality time with u as we ____ 2024.

Here is the dog btw and she's a rottweiler mix.. She's sitting on my foots here and has curly furs all a on her butt. She was a foster fail and is living her best cushy life last i heard about her. I wanna see her again. 🖤🤎🧡🖤🤎🧡

The end. Play Sims 4 but try not to spend money on it. EA's starting to offer free packs that u can download for Free. Console and PC as far as i understand.

Love u. Be back soon.

[pinkmaison]

Welcome to the Witty Empire. This is one of my many blogs with pink houses and flowers. The complete witty blog list is available here.

💒 Submissions and asks are open but if you wanna chat or ask to remove something from this blog, please send your message on my main blog @wittylittle

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Welcome to Hell!

Take a look if you’d like! My inbox is always open for questions/comments/concerns! Please don’t hesitate to bring anything up to me! I love helping people and getting to know everyone!

Love, 

ray-nal-beads 🖤

A little about me before you read on...

Kiss The Sky - Flip x Reader

Flip Requests

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Charlie Requests

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Charlie 🤤

Ronnie 🍩

Father Garupe 💒

Toby 💃🏽

Jamie 🐍

Dr Ren🩸(at @maybe-your-left request)

1. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED CURRENTLY DUE TO SCHOOL AND MY LIFE IN GENERAL.

2. I am a full-time single mother and student. I will release my stuff when I can. Please don’t flood my inbox by asking when I’ll release things. It only makes me not want to do it more.

3. Playlists above update whenever I feel like updating them. If you have a song or artist you think fits one of the guys please let me know! I love new music and welcome the thoughts!

4. My inbox is open for any song recycling; meaning if you send in songs for me to check out I’ll send you one back that fits the vibes just to spread that musical love! As you all know I am a music whore and I ABSOLUTELY love getting songs from people and giving them back to spread some magic! So please don’t hesitate to send one or more in I will literally squeal ✨.

5. Addendum: I will not write for Kylo Ren (he’s not a character I relate to nor want to ruin his canon so I politely decline writing for him). I will also not write for AD as a person only his characters out of respect to his personal life. Please respect that 🥰.

6. Anon is on for those who wish to use it!

7. This is a safe space. I pride myself on being an open book when it comes to a slew of things. If you have something to say please don’t hesitate to comment/send in a submission/ask/or PM. I love helping people and I worry about everyone I meet all the time.

8. @maybe-your-left is my actual sister (she’s the Kylo Cock-Queen) and we have certain goofy canons that we talk about all the time. If you have something to add to these garbage thoughts please don’t hesitate to fuel the fire! We love smut so much but goofiness is the best thing in the whole world! 😂

[junhui-recs]

about me

about me

hi, i'm june! i've been known on some blogs as 💒 anon, 💒🧼 anon, among others. i'm 21 and a full-time student studying english - linguistics.

i'm fine with any pet names, nicknames, etc. whatever you'd like to call me! although my real name isn't actually june, because i don't want to post my actual name for privacy reasons. i will say that i'm 18+ and currently a student, my pronouns are she/her, and my timezone is mountain! close mutuals are welcome to ask for more info.

writing blogs: @junkissed & @onlyhuis

my main writing blog is @junkissed! i am only posting sfw fics here, if you would like to talk about nsfw topics stay on my fic recs blog (@junhui-recs) or go to my nsfw writing blog @onlyhuis.

groups i like

my ult group is seventeen, but i like a lot of other groups too! the majority of things i reblog are for svt, but i'll also reblog fics for stray kids, txt, ateez, nct, enhypen, and bts.

other groups i like but don't know much about (feel free to come chat if these are your faves, i'm always open to new groups!): got7, oneus, cravity, astro, the boyz, shinee, monsta x, exo, twice, itzy, kep1er, ive, p1harmony, victon, onf, kingdom, a.c.e.

self promo is welcome!

have something you want to share? shoot me an ask or a submission! i'd love to read/give feedback on yours or someone else's work. or if you just want to talk, my dms are open as well as my asks so don't be afraid to come say hello, even if it's on anon :)

[skzcre]

Cheeky

Lil somethin I threw together from a dream I had about Chan - 🤐 Anon

***

Chan reached out blindly, fumbling for his cell phone. His fingers finally finding it, he groaned, trying to find the appropriate button to make it stop blaring the stupid song Felix had programmed in as his ring tone. After a moment, he realized that he must have answered the call, because he heard Changbin’s voice through the beeps of his attempts to silence the device, instead of the ring tone.

Sighing, he lifted the cell phone to his ear, mumbling, “What?”

Changbin’s laugh met his ear, and Chan buried his face in the pillow, muffling his invectives. He was in the middle of a musical slump and in no mood to deal with people. As he was weighing the merits of attempting to smother himself in the pillow versus the odds of him being able to hurl his cell phone into the toilet from his bed, Changbin spoke.

“Do you do anything but hide in that hotel room?” his bandmate asked, his voice bright.

Chan glanced at the open door to the bathroom, and huffed out a sigh. He’d never make it. Giving in, he answered.

“What do you want?” he said, rolling to his back and tossing his free arm over his eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Changbin snorted, “Or good evening, I should say. Get up. You are coming with us.”

“No, I’m not,” Chan replied immediately.

He had no desire to be immersed in the masses any more than he had to. Chan couldn’t pinpoint when it had begun, but more and more he became the workaholic hermit everyone jokingly called him. And he enjoyed it. No autographs to sign. No pictures to smile for. No having to run from the less sane fans. Why the hell would he want to go through all that when he had a comfortable little niche carved out for himself and his music?

“Yes you are, mate,” came a new voice from the doorway of his hotel room. 

Chan quickly sat up, dropping his cell phone. He fell back again almost instantly as he saw what his friends had done.

“Oi, how the fuck did you get in my room?” he sighed, shoving the phone off his bed and ignoring the laughter ringing from it once more.

With a puckish grin, Felix replied, “Easy. Changbin distracted you and I used the key card I lifted off you last night.”

Chan grimaced. He knew he hadn’t just lost his key. With a long suffering sigh, he closed his eyes. They were going to force him to leave his cozy isolation.

“Where are you wanting me to go?” he asked wearily. 

Hearing a zipper open, he lifted one eyelid to spy Felix rummaging through his suitcase for clothing. Turning a sly smile over his shoulder to Chan, he winked and tossed a pair of jeans and a shirt at him.

“You’ll see. Get dressed,” he said, dropping to sit in a chair.

Chan pursed his lips, considering the possibility of getting out of this little outing, and finding it impossible. Emitting a growl of annoyance, he stood and gathered the clothes, making his way to the bathroom. As he slammed the door behind him, he heard Felix laugh. This was going to be a pain in the ass, he could already tell.

***

The car stopped in front of a glittering building, and Chan immediately shook his head. 

“No way. You have to be joking,” he said, turning wide eyes to his friend.

Felix laughed, and replied, “Hey, this place is a legend. We can’t come to France and not take a peek.”

Chan’s eyes widened on Felix, doubting the sanity of his friend. If JYPE or the fans found out about this… 

“It’s a strip club,” he said slowly, as if explaining something very simple to someone very stupid.

Felix only rolled his eyes and hopped out of the car, shooting back, “Yes, the finest damn strip club in France. Now get your ass out and come on.”

Chan opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of a proper response to this. Sure, they had snuck off to strip clubs before as trainees, but it had never been something Chan enjoyed, the reward certainly not worth the risk. There was a desperation in places like this that ruined any appeal it may have. And truthfully, Chan’d had enough of women offering themselves up to him. There was only one difference between the professionals and groupies. The professionals were more honest about what they wanted out of the deal. 

Felix opened Chan’s door with a flourish. Chan let his eyes fall shut on a groan, then stepped out. There was no way out of this, he supposed. They made their way to the front door, and were met by Changbin and Jisung, walking from their car. 

“How the hell did Minho get out of this little adventure?” Chan asked, eyes narrowing.

“He didn’t want to come,” replied Felix.

Chan snorted, and mumbled, “Neither did I.”

Changbin clapped him on the back, shoving him through the door behind Jisung and saying, “Yes, well, Minho isn’t a shut-in. Stop bitching and have fun for once.”

Chan muttered a few pointed remarks and allowed them to herd him inside. He would find some way to get them back for this.

***

Sitting at a table in a dark corner of the place, as far from the bar as he could get, Chan tore a paper napkin into tiny shreds. This may be the finest strip club in all of France, but it was still a seedy place filled with the scents of lust and money. Pressing his lips together, he glanced up at the girls scattered around the room. He found that none of them interested him in the least. The rest of his bandmates were happily cracking jokes and playfully tossing money at women.

They had given up on trying to make him join in on the ‘fun.’ He knew his company was less than enthralling of late, but he just didn’t really care anymore. Sighing, he slid further down in his chair, wishing he were back in his hotel room, happily making music. Scanning the room once more, he decided to slip out and get an uber. This place was just depressing him. Like he needed help with that.

He leaned forward to stand, but froze as his eyes found a woman across the room. She was draped across a brass bar, languidly gyrating her hips. She appeared to be either stoned out of her mind, or to have completely given up on life. He blinked, then leaned back in his seat. Cocking his head to the side, he studied her as she straightened a bit, turning around, her hips still moving. 

She wasn’t the type of woman who usually caught his eye. She was plain. She was average. She was not fat, but certainly not thin. Her hair was a boring shade. There was nothing exceptional about her at all. So why was he watching her so intently? Crossing his legs, he leaned back and set about discovering why his eyes were glued to some stripper.

She seemed to ignore the men around her, writhing to the music with a flat expression. Her back turned to him, and his eyes wandered down. It hit him then. The reason he was so entranced… was her ass. A small laugh of surprise burst from his lips. Well, that was new. He had never been much of an ass man. Sure, they could be sexy, but never had one made him really sit up and pay attention. But as he watched the woman’s hips bounce to the music, he thought maybe there was something to that particular body part.

Sucking in a deep breath, he snickered at himself. The last thing he thought he’d be doing tonight was sitting in a strip club, trying to pry his eyes from some disaffected, boring girl’s butt. She slid in his direction, and he followed her movements. Attempting to think this out logically, he dissected her swaying behind with as much cold calmness as he could muster when his cock was finally deciding to come back to life.

It wasn’t a large ass, nor particularly round. But the skin above her gartered stockings was calling to him, begging for his touch. And the way she moved her hips… well, she certainly knew what her selling point was. As she drifted closer, Felix returned to the table, falling into a seat, with a laugh.

“Man, you are really worrying me. The girls over there are actually pretty nice to talk to, and you sit over here sulking,” he said, shaking his head at Chan.

Chan only nodded, leaning to the side to get a clear view of the ass around his friend. Felix’s eyebrows shot up, and he turned to see what Chan was so intently looking at. A puckish grin lit his face as he spied the thing that held Chan’s attention. Before Chan could even realize what was going on, Felix raised a hand and called to the stripper. 

She turned her dull eyes in their direction, and danced her way to the table. Chan tried to work up some sort of denial, but all was pushed aside as the ass drew closer. She reached the table, turned around, and gave her hips a good roll. His cock, already taking notice, stood right up and saluted at that movement. Oh yes, he was going to have to thank Felix for this later.

Felix stood, laid some money on the table, and told the girl to give Chan a good time. Chan tried to look up in thanks to his friend, but the ass was slowly backing towards him, gyrating. Swallowing, he clenched his hands, doing his best not to reach out and touch. He wasn’t sure if the rules were the same everywhere, but the strip clubs he’d been in had always stipulated that the customer not touch. 

But oh, how he wanted to touch. She bent over the table, her ass fluidly moving to the music so very close to him. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes heavily lidded, and watched him. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, chewing at it, doing everything he could think of not to either reach out for her, or to stroke the very insistent erection he had gained. It seemed that his dick had been feeling a bit neglected as of late, and was determined to remind him of its importance.

A small attempt at a smile flitted over her lips, and she said in a heavy, languid voice, “It’s okay if you want to give it one touch. I won’t tell.”

He glanced up at her face, and licked his lips nervously. She was not so plain as he had thought from a distance. His eyes narrowed back in on her ass. He wanted to touch. But if he did, he would only be teasing himself even more than was already happening. His member was already beginning to ache. She softly laughed, a tactile sound, velvety. Chan growled at the sensation of her laugh washing over him as her cheeks moved enticingly only a foot from him.

Glancing up into her eyes for a moment, he shot his hand out, gripping her hip, and sending the other hand to deliver a slap across one of the globes that was driving him mad. She sucked in a breath, looking up. He thought at first that he had broken through her calm reserve, but realized that she was simply making sure no one had noticed. After a moment, she turned her head slowly once more to peer at him through a veil of lashes. 

He smirked, seeing the red mark on her ass, matching the flush creeping into her face. Leaning forward, he rested his elbow on his crossed knee, slowly cocking his head to the side to simply watch the show her ass was giving him. She straightened, moving to turn, and Chan glanced up at her warningly. 

“Get back across the table,” he said in a low, commanding voice.

She paused, then slowly leaned back down, working her hips harder. Chan let a soft growl slip out, and she wet her lips, her hands splaying across the table for purchase as her ass did an elaborate dance before him. Chan quickly glanced around then leaned in closer. 

“Lap dance,” he breathed, keeping his words to a minimum. 

She stiffened a moment, and he found that he liked the fact that he was unnerving her. She seemed to be so distanced from her job, and he discovered that he wanted to see if he could wake her from that haze she seemed to be in. She slowly arched her back, keeping her ass on display as she raised her shoulders from the table. 

Backing towards him, she twisted her waist, her entire body moving sinuously to the music. But he only had eyes for that one part of her. Just as his patience was about to snap, she straddled his chair, slowly lowering that captivating ass to his lap. Gyrating, she stroked it across his groin, and he jerked his hips up, involuntarily. He heard a soft laugh from her, and narrowed his eyes. 

He wasn’t going to let her turn the tables on him like that. Gritting his teeth, he rolled his hips up, holding back a groan as his throbbing erection slid across the junction of her thighs. She let a moan slip out, and the tease was worth it. The clothing containing his cock scraped across his sensitive skin, and he cursed softly. She pressed down on him harder, and he knew that this was going to end painfully, but he was going to get as much as he could of her lush ass.

Reaching up, he put his hands over her hips hesitating as he looked around to see if they were being watched. She didn’t even bother to look. With an inaudible murmur, she pressed his hands down to grip her hips. Chan hissed in a breath between his clenched teeth, and began to rock up against her. He couldn’t get the friction he needed through the thick, tight material, but she was soon trembling under his palms, that alluring ass of hers moving quicker against him. 

His eyes were still following the movement of the rounded cheeks in his lap, and he bit back a frustrated snarl. He was aching to find his release, but he just couldn’t, without pulling out his dick and stroking it right there. Even if that were allowed, he wouldn’t give her that much satisfaction. This had become a battle of sorts. Him trying to get a bigger and better reaction from her, and her trying to distract him back into a lusty fog. 

But he would win. He could feel the pain in his balls from being hard so long with so little pleasure, but he would not give in. He wanted to break this girl, to crack open the veneer she pulled between herself and her customers. He pressed up harder, tightening his grip on her hips, his strong fingers digging into her flesh. He pulled her against him, unable to withhold a grunt as her fantastic ass pressed into him harder. 

She whimpered, and he wanted to crow in victory. A shudder of climax passed over her body, her ass jerking against his crotch, and she hissed out a string of curse words, her hands flying out to grip the table, steadying herself. Chan panted, his triumph at making her orgasm dimmed by the insistence of his cock that he do the same as soon as possible. She weakly leaned forward, sliding from his lap to the chair next to him. Her hand trailed blindly across the table as she leaned back in the seat, her eyes closed. Finding the money Felix had left, she grasped it, and dragged it to her chest. 

Chan quickly stood, wincing at the motion. He peered down at her for a moment, her eyes still closed, her face unguardedly relaxed in her satisfaction. A smirk flitted across his lips, and he turned to gingerly walk towards the door. He had a serious case of blue balls, but it was worth it. He nodded to his friends as he passed them. Felix cocked an eyebrow at him questioningly, and Chan just gave a tiny shrug and a knowing smile. Felix turned to the table where the stripper still sat, then burst into laughter. 

Chan carefully made his way outside, hailing a cab to take him back to his hotel room. He told the driver to hurry. He needed to get to his comfortable bed and rub out the frustration that had built to a fever pitch in his groin. And he knew exactly what image would be playing through his head as he came.