#han minxing

[selfishdoll]

WHAT A WASTE ! ft. feitan portor ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

▌   you wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.  𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ it’s a shame, truly a shame; you being unable to contain yourself whilst your classmate examined your body for an assignment. but it’s fine, really— feitan doesn’t mind completing a detailed exam.

CONTENT WARNING(S) 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ ooc feitan, please understand it’s been a minute since i’ve watch hxh & i’m going off my own interpretation plus a bestie’s. so if you expect him to be the perfect characterization you have the wrong fic | heavy degradation w/ minimal amounts of praise | strangers to ? (will there be a part 2.. maybe 🤭) | spanking | manhandling | usage of the words “slut, minx, & whore.” | all is consensual & feitan asks ofc | multiple orgasms | dacryiphilia | unprotected sex | creampie | cowgirl | reader is taller then feitan but he’s stronger then her | pussy slapping | overstimulation | hair pulling | softer feitan at the end? | impact! play | hints of sadist(?) feitan | accidental recording | feitan “threatens” to send the video to their professor (he wouldn’t actually do it, far too possessive..) | bitch is used once | etc. if i forgot something please let me know.

AUTHOR’S NOTE 𐚁֙࿐ㅤㅤ i’m sure assignments like these are not actually done but i got the idea randomly when seeing fanart of him. also expect more works of feitan, chrollo, & maybe the other adult characters except hisoka. also he wasn’t as mean as he should have been because i’m a very sensitive person & it shows in my writing 😭. and always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes. 4K+ WORDS

Snap! The sound of the thin gloves had you jumping for a split second, eyes carrying away from the phone taking in your position on your bed to the man standing just a few feet away from you. Feitan Portor, a classmate you’ve never got the pleasure of talking to. Which wasn’t surprising at all, given he ignored just about everyone in class.

Eyes focused on his notes, the textbook, or glued to the images of the human anatomy your professor would plaster upon her smartboard. Those were the only instances you could remember of the unimpressionable man.

Yet now, here he was; in your room adjusting the gloves on his hand whilst you waited ever so patiently.

Becoming a surgical resident was a grueling process on its own, but having to work with the most quiet man alive just made it even worse. You felt so uncomfortable, wondering if you should speak or not— if it was alright to breathe.

As, no matter where you looked, said, or did; he seemed to be agitated.

Or maybe that was just his face, who knows?

A step in your direction caused the thoughts to dissipate, eyes flicking over to the man that stood off to the side of you. His eyes looked at you expectantly, impatience enveloping his gaze. Such intensity caused a sheepish sorry to escape your glossed lips, pushing off the slippers you wore with a hum. You then turned your body to lay across your plush blankets, arms stuck to your sides whilst your head rested on your pillow. A soft breath flew from your nose, tensing the moment he stepped closer.

The idea of the group project was being able to label the muscles of a human off paper. You were sure this type of assignment was for closer students but you drew the short end of the stick. Then again, it wasn’t too bad; Feitan didn’t seem like the perverted type— you highly doubted he would take advantage of such a situation.

His form moved closer, knees pressed against your bed as his hands hovered above you. Feitan’s eyes fell to your legs, mentally deciding to start there first.

Which.. wasn’t the best for you.

As his hands dragged up from his ankles and further; lips moving to utter the muscles beneath your skin— you felt a warmth brew inside you. Was it the feathery touches? Maybe you were touched starved even..

Either way, as he got closer and closer to your middle; you felt the heat threatening to spill over. Fuck.. you were done.

His hands were.. warm, the feeling seeping through the thin blue gloves he wore— large, a complete contrast to his smaller form, which barely reached your bust. They ghosted you perfectly, teetering between respectful and disinterested as they brushed your covered hip. Maybe you really were touch starved, or maybe an inkling of attraction towards the man rested deep within you. Either didn’t matter given the little gasp and flinch that escaped you was clear as day.

Feitan’s hands stopped just on your lower stomach, eyes snapping to your face. Oh, was he annoyed. Aggravated you had interrupted him whilst attempting to complete the assignment. Your manicured fingers bundled the plush blankets beneath you, lips parting slowly to speak;

“‘M sorry..”

“Your constant twitching is bothersome.” The man hissed softly, eyebrows brushing close as his face turned to glance back down your body. “A single touch and you’re trembling..” Feitan spoke, actions solidifying his words the moment a hand grasped your hip, thumb pressing into your plump, covered skin. The warmth you felt from his hand was stimulating, trickling between your legs— causing the plush limbs to push together. An action the man caught easily.

An annoyed sigh escaped him, hand withdrawing from your body whilst his eyes bore into your form. “What a waste.. getting aroused during an exam, specifically when we were so close to being done.”

“I am not.. I am not aroused.”

The man sucked his teeth at your words, eyebrows pushing even closer together as irritation formed his features. Feitan remained unmoving for a moment, simply staring you down before he leaned over, taking your cheeks in a tight grip and lifting you a bit off the bed. “So you’re not only a slut, you’re a lying one at that.”

A hiss tugged his words, fingerprints pushing into your heated skin whilst his eyes stared you down— daring you to deny. A stranger he was, nothing more than a classmate yet; here you were, so open and pliable for him. Staring up at him as if the venom spewing from his lips were the sweetest things ever.

Your head tilted down just a tad, gripping the sheets as you struggled to hold his gaze. “‘M not a slut either.”

“A pervert then—“ Feitan countered easily, fingers tapping against your skin while tilting his head. The moment your lips pulled into the tiniest pout a grin was pulling his own, thumb reaching over to press against your glossed mouth, “— is that more fitting? You laying here; waiting so desperately to be touched..” Feitan removed his hand from your face slowly, watching in amusement at the way you tried to follow his grasp.

“What a display really.. the only thing that is missing, is you begging.”

The anticipation welling inside you was threatening to explode, thighs pushed close as the heat rose within the room. Feitan enjoyed such a sight, piercing eyes taking you in— interest for once swirling in his irises. Finally, his eyebrows rose, even going as far as tilting his head.

Breath escaped you as you took him in, Feitan Portor your classmate and very much a stranger. And despite such formalities here you were, gripping the sheets, lips parted as pretty pleas escaped you.

Feitan sighed softly reaching down once again, taking your cheeks in his hand; a grasp you’ve already come to adore. “Speak up.” He hissed, fingers pressing into your hot chubby cheeks whilst his gaze never left you.

“Ple..please Feitan, please— I need you..” You cried out, eyes dipping down as the embarrassment settled in. Feitan didn’t allow this to settle for long, hand dropping to collect your chin more and pushing you to force the gaze.

“Need me?..” His tone was airy, a snicker even passing through his lips; such sound causing further shyness to trickle down your spine. “We’ve only just met.. just interacted,” Feitan drawled and not so gently pushed you to lay across your bed, crawling over your form. Your legs parted to rest on other side of him, gripping the sheets in excitement.

“And yet, you need me. Such a desperate thing, aren’t you?” Feitan dipped down close, hands pressed on either sides of your head, hovering just above your face. He watched as your eyes fluttered close, surely expecting a kiss. Instead his face was dropping to your neck, teeth sinking into your skin abruptly.

The hiss, mixed gasp that escaped you was loud, hands flying to his black shirt whilst he sucked and bit into your skin; dark marks forming from the attention. His hands moved across your body, falling down to your thighs— sliding under them to push them even wider. Once satisfied he was moving in closer, pushing your dress up to your stomach whilst using his free hand glide across your covered slit. Your hips rose to find friction, yelping the moment he pinched you lightly.

“Quit moving..” Feitan huffed, fingers pressing just a bit harder against your covered wetness, finding your clit and slowly stroking it. The little sparks of pleasure were sweet but barely enough, the burning impatience brewing inside you caused a whine to escape your throat. The dark-haired male clicked his tongue, eyes flicking from your thighs to your face. “Impatient slut..” He hissed, hand pulling from your covered, wet cunt.

You wanted to whine again, but instead— Feitan forced a sharp yelp out of you the moment his palm struck your pussy. Your thighs closed around his hand, tears springing into your eyes as the pleasure and pain combined into a single, sickeninly sweet feeling. The grin on his face was telling, clearly delighted by the high pitched cry that escaped you so freely.

A sound he chased; pushing at your thighs again and slapping the exact same spot. A wet sound entered the room, followed by an even sharper cry from your mouth. Your body rose up off the bed, cunt throbbing from the attention as your heart pounded against your chest.

A snicker, one far too sinister escaped the man above you, pushing your thighs back down to the bed. “Hurts doesn’t it?..” The humor was clear in his tone, pushing you even wider as his eyes trained on the prize between them. “As if I could tell, making such a mess all over your sheets.” Feitan claimed, reaching over and finally; peeling your ruined panties from your body.

The undergarment was tossed to the side, his thumbs pulling your folds as his eyes focused completely on your wet sex. Clit throbbing, hole clenching around nothing, you truly were such a mess.

“Feitan..” You spoke softly, nearly shifting under his gaze if it wasn’t for the quick glare he sent you. You decided to simply bunch your dress up in your hands, eyes fluttering closed the moment his fingers gliding across your abused slit.

Slowly, the man collected your arousal onto his still gloved fingers, the thin latex pressing against your wet cunt. And without warning, two digits were pressing into your awaiting hole; sinking all the way down to his knuckles. Feitan didn’t wait for you either, scissoring and thrusting them in and out of you— the soft squelches soon filling the room.

Your moans escaped you freely, acrylics gripping your dress as your legs threatened to close. His fingers hit all the right places as precise and calculated as he was with suturing. So perfect.. fuck, so so perfect; you felt your brain getting hazy, cries of pleasure escaping as his fingers pushed against your hot gummy walls— essence spilling with each push.

As if the pleasure couldn’t get any better his thumb lowered to your begging bud, teasing it for a moment just to hear you whine— right before rubbing harsh circles into the sensitive button. Feitan’s eyes captured it all, free hand gripping your other thigh to assure you didn’t move an inch.

If you wanted.. needed him so bad, you would be sure to take everything he gave you.

Once the third finger pushed in, you were thrown off the edge; groaning at the sudden stretch yet moaning as it worked in tandem with the other fingers. He played with you so easily, pushing spots with just his fingers— much deeper then your own has ever reached.

“F—fuck.. Feitan.. feels soo good—!”

Feitan grinned down at your display, listening to the breathy praises that continued to escape you. How you begged so much for a release, hips rising to meet the thrusts of his fingers; withering beneath him. “What a fucking mess..” He drawled, eyes flicking to his hand to watch your sticky arousal coating the blue latex. This only caused his expression to deepen, quickening the pace of his hand whilst hanging his head; mouth brushing against your ear.

“This was the only thing you were thinking about, weren’t you? The moment I walked into your bedroom, you were just itching to feel me.. such a perverted slut— [Name].”

His words, tone, the way his fingers bullied your insides; Feitan was just so fucking mean. Yet here you were, eyes rolling to the back of your skull while the loudest moan escaped you, making a mess of his hand. Your arousal trickled down his fingers to his palm, ruining his glove even further.

However, even as your orgasm raked through your body his fingers never stopped moving; pushing you further and further, sensitivity rising as breathy whines escaped you. Forgoing his threat from earlier, your hand lowered to his wrist. With each movement the muscle was tensing, your thumb pressed against his pulse to feel his rapid heartbeat— in sync with your own.

“Ca—can’t fuck it’s too much!”

Such noises fell on deaf ears, his pace continuing but not moving your hand. The man wouldn’t dare say he enjoyed your grasp around his wrist.

“Too much?..” Feitan mocked, gripping your thigh when you attempted to shut your legs. The pretty whines escaping your throat was answer enough, his eyes gleaming with excitement as his thumb continued working circles into your clit; fingers never faltering inside your wet walls.

From just his fingers, just his fingers you were so lost. A fucking babbling mess whose long forgotten the entire purpose of him being in your room.

Your stomach tightened, the feeling bordering on painful, as your next orgasm got closer and closer. Pushing through the pain, your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate for the euphoric feeling again— only for it to be snatched away the moment he removed his fingers.

Your clit throbbed, hole fluttering around nothing as your hazy gaze soon focused on the man between your legs. The annoyed moan that escaped you was shameless, lips slick with your saliva pushed into a pout. “Why’d you.. I was so close!” You spoke, watching his eyelids lower.

Feitan moved to hover over your body, hands sinking into the spaces beside your head whilst pressing his hips to your own. “Said it was too much, right? Or are you already too fucked out to remember?” His hips moved slow, grinding the hardon within his pants into your wet, uncovered slit, your essence darkening his bottoms.

You weren’t given a second to dwell on his words or even muster a reply. Because the moment his hips moved yours were as well, head knocking back against your blankets as the light pleasure danced up your spine; stirring you inside. Your hands rose to bunch his shirt in your fingers, shaking underneath him as the desperation oozed from your heated body.

Feitan’s hand rose, taking your braids in a secure hold, pulling your head up from the bed to bring you a breath’s away. “Humping me like some bitch in heat.. So fucking needy.” A hiss hugged his words, as if aggravated from your actions. However, he was far from irritated, far from angry— enjoying you far too much.

You just looked so pretty like this; wet trails running down your chubby cheeks, dress and blankets wrinkled, with your legs wide— a clear invitation to ruin you even further. The sight was.. unbelievable, one he was delighted to keep all to himself.

“Feitan, please..” You dragged, hips pushing against him more, craving the friction and something else. He should have slapped your thigh or even pinch you for your impatience but fortunately for you, Feitan was just as needy. A huff escaped you as he released your hair, hands dropping to your hips. You silently questioned this, only for him to pull you up, you in his lap with his legs hanging off the bed.

You hovered above his lap, watching intently as he shoved off his bottoms; revealing his hard, long length. The tip was bubulous and red, a contrast to his paler skin. What’s more, pretty white pearls of precum oozed from the slit, twitching from the cool air in the room. Your hands found his shoulders, eyes flicking to his face as nerves settled in the pit of your stomach.

Feitan didn’t do much to ease your anxiety, even finding it a bit comical. His hand rose, shifting under your dress to stroke the dimples etched into your lower back. “What’s wrong?.. Don’t tell me you’re backing out now, [Name].” He watched as your eyebrows pushed together, lips pulled into an annoyed pout.

“I’m not..” You huffed softly, nails digging into his skin as your hips lowered just a smidge, jumping the moment his tip bumped against your throbbing bud. “Just.. g—give me a second.” You spoke, hips moving, lining his cock up with your entrance. A whimper escaped you the moment his tip breached the warm space, sinking down slowly whilst more breaths escaped you.

His hands were steady on your body, holding you up and watching in excitement as you trembled. Your walls clenched around him, slick coating his length as you reached just the middle. The stretch teetered between painful and pleasurable, eyes closed shut as you allowed yourself a moment of rest. A moment that dissipated rather quickly, given Feitan lifted his hips; shoving his length the rest of the way inside.

You tipped over, leaning into him as a sharp whine escaped you. You fisted his shirt, seated completely in his lap as huffs escaped you. “Feitan—!” You cried out, feeling his hand lift to the back of your head, taking your braids in his hand as he lifted you from his form.

“Such a crybaby..” Despite his words, his eyes searched you for any discontent or actual pain, lip tucked behind his teeth. When he found neither — ignoring the light feeling in his chest — the man’s hand fell to your hips, gripping the plump flesh. His fingers dug into your sides, lifting you up off his length until only the tip resided inside— before pulling you back down.

The moan that escaped you was far too sweet, nails pushed into his skin as your hips began to move without restraint. You were so uncoordinated, so fucking messy as you bounced up and down his cock; whimpers thrumming from your throat. The sounds carried around the room; the wet slaps each time you slammed down, your desperate moans, and the subtle grunts Feitan would release every so often.

With each moment of your hips his tip was striking the sweet spot inside you, your walls clenching around his slick length— fresh tears beading and threatening to spill over. A hand rose from your hip, driving up the plane of your stomach to grip one of your breasts; pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers just to hear your voice pitch.

Feitan, Feitan, Feitan! His name was falling from your lips like some type of prayer, knees digging into the mattress as the pleasure consumed your body. You were so fucking lost, lost in the throes of it all with only him to guide you. A faulty anchor he was, pulling you deeper and deeper; leaving your mind so hazy and bleak.

The show you were unveiling was such a delight, the man far too happy to have the front row seats. He pushed closed, hips rising to meet your drops as he grew just a breath’s away. “Keep clenchin’ me so much.. you’re close aren’t you?” Feitan’s voice was ragged, feeling your breath fan across his face. The whimpers that escaped you was enough of an answer, his hand rising to your throat to simply hold— placing his lips onto your own for the first time this afternoon.

The kiss was as heated as the rest of the room, as intense as the moment his hands settled onto your skin. Feitan’s tongue intruded your mouth, licking into the wet cavern to claim as his own. And the moment you attempted to pull away to breathe, his teeth were sinking into your bottom lip; swallowing you back up.

It didn’t matter if you were on top or not, you and him both knew who was in control.

Your hands rose, curling into his black tresses as you felt your peak approaching quickly. You moaned and whined into his mouth, legs shaking as the band tightened deep in your stomach. The tears were flowing freely now, Feitan releasing you this time to hear the haste babbles that escaped you.

“Fu..fuck Feitan! I—I’m gonna come—!” You cried out, the bounces becoming even messier. You felt his hot hands fall to your ass, slapping a cheek as if encouraging you to ruin yourself even further.

“Fucking minx..” Feitan hissed out, eyebrows pinched close, cock twitching within you. “Make a mess than.. don’t hold it.” The confirmed huff was enough for you, creaming all over his dick as you arched into him. The feeling caused a shiver to run down the man’s spine, hissing as you clamped around him.

As you rode out your high, your movements slowed— lurching forward the moment his palm slapped your ass again. The high-pitched whine that threatened to escape was quickly overshadowed by his words;

“I never said stop, did I?” His hand traveled to your hair again, tugging just to hear you whine again. “You wanted it so bad, you don’t get to stop.” Feitan spoke, gripping you to keep you grounded before lifting you up and off his length. The added fact he was matching each thrust was enough for you, head tossed back as the moans slipped from your bruised lips freely and shamelessly— eyes meeting the back of your skull.

The breathes that escaped you was strained, the pleasure far too much but you being unable to run from it. It seems his height went to his strength, holding you so fucking tightly you couldn’t move an inch. Leaving you defenseless, making you take every inch without mercy. The sensitivity dissipated quickly, leaving behind unadulterated ecstasy that caused stars to invade your vision.

Proper words no longer escaped you, babbles of his name and praises replacing such intelligible speech. But Feitan knew enough what you were trying to say, grin still plastered on his features, like some type of madman.

You were sore all over, struggling to keep going but so desperately chasing the release that was bubbling inside of you. You fell forward, forehead brushing his own as his tip brushed your cervix. The pain mingled with the pleasure easily, cunt pulsating around him as you felt yourself grow closer and closer.

In the past hour Feitan had grown to know your body. Each twitch, spasm— everything. He didn’t need to be warned of your climax, especially since he felt the way your walls clenched with urgency. Such a feeling pushed him closer to his own end, blunt nails etching crescents into your sun-kissed skin as he rose up off the bed; fucking you even harder.

The two of you leaned forward for a sloppy, messy kiss; moaning and groaning into the other’s mouth. The hurried slaps of skin on skin contact intensified for a split moment before stuttering as the man spilled inside you.

This was enough for you, coming on his dick again; your releases mixing together and trickling down his cock. Slowly, the two of you pulled back from the kiss; a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Your chests brushed against each other, breath heavy and fanning against the other. The flat of his palms pushed against your waist, pulling back to look at you. “Get off me.”

“Give me a moment to breathe, Fei.” You spoke, used to his harsh tone by now. Despite the small annoyed sigh that escaped him, the man didn’t push you off; even leaning back onto his hands and allowing you to remain in his lap— length still inside your wet sex.

A pleased sigh escaped you, arms tightening around his neck as you leaned into him fully. His eyes darted to the side of your face for a moment, an unreadable expression crossing his features.

A comfortable silence covered the room for a moment before Feitan spoke again, amusement etched into his words;

“I wonder if the professor will like our.. exam.”

Your eyes flew open at this, glancing down at the grin plastered onto his features. Sure enough, the moment you turned, you spotted your phone on your tripod— still recording.

The next ten minutes was spent fighting the shorter man for your phone, him managing to grab it, and you pleading for the video to not be sent.

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[moronkombat]

Idk if you've done something like this yet (in fact, I'd be surprised if you haven't) but what pet names do you think the mk1 men would use for their s/o? Not sure why I just now thought of this, but it seems wholesome :)

Reiko isn't a fan of romantic pet names and would, instead, refer to his partner by their name or by something strong and intimidating such as "my blade"

Kenshi can be very romantic with his partner. He would most likely use the pet name in private with you. He would call you "honey"

Syzoth really loves his partner. They are his entire world and he wishes to convey that to you. He would use the Zaterran word for "destiny" or "soul" when referring to you

Havik takes the phrase "pet name" a bit too literally. He is not one to be affectionately romantic with his partner. Love is not part of him. He calls you his "little pet"

Quite conventional in what he calls you but it is not often Rain will use pet names. He prefers to just use your name. He will, at times, call you "little cloud"

Shang Tsung quite likes using pet names with his partner. He enjoys the added flare they bring. He calls you his "treasure"

Quan Chi loves using pet names with his lover. He finds them fun to use when taunting others. He shall call you his "precious elixir"

Tomas does not use pet names with you in public. He will refer to you by your name for majority of the time. However, in the bedroom, he calls you "princess/prince"

Raiden can be a bit bashful but also traditional when it comes to pet names. He truly values you and your relationship. He would most likely use a Chinese word for "my sweet" or "sweet one" when speaking with you

Kung Lao calls his partner "babe" or "baby". He loves to do so and will find every excuse in the book to call you by those titles

Bi-Han is not one for public use of pet names. It's a bit too...vulnerable for him. He also wants only your ears to hear the sweet things he calls you. To Bi-Han, you are his "heart"

General Shao is a fan of calling you by pet names but nothing too romantic. He finds those boring. He will refer to you as a temptress or little minx

Uses pet names fairly often with his partner. He likes the classical "babe" but also adds in "babydoll" and "baby cakes" into the mix as well

Liu Kang can be very sweet in the titles given to you. He prefers to call you "lover", "shining star" and "dearest one"

Kuai Liang will always call his lover "lotus". To him, that flower symbolizes growth even in adversity and resilience. He sees all of those traits in his partner

You are his "darling" or "sweetheart" Those are the terms Baraka will use consistently to call you

[therandompagesblog]

SKZ Pack: Cast and Roles

Name: Christopher Chahn Bang Role: Pack Alpha of Straykids Pack nicknames: Chris, Alpha, Chan, Channie, Hyung, Baby Description: Chris is the pack alpha of the Straykids pack who resides in Wolfgang territory that borders Moonwood Mill. Chris is a headstrong determined leader that has built up a reputation for being one of the most dangerous werewolf packs across the universe. His pack are known for their obscure werewolf traditionalist beliefs, especially when it comes to their views on omegas. Overall he is a high-ranked Alpha and no one dares to challenge him.

Name: Minho Lee Role: First Beta, Pack Chef Pack nicknames: Min, Minho, Asshole, Beta, Devil, Alpha, Jagi Description: Minho is a hard werewolf to read. He lacks a lot of trust, which fuels his anger and hatred towards new people. Minho doesn't care about people easily and can come across as incredibly evasive and sometimes blunt. Some of the pack believe it is due to his alpha/beta complex. Overall when it comes down to it he is the one everyone trusts to handle or deal with things, because deep down he has your back.

Name: Changbin SEO Role: Beta, Pack Defense Pack Nicknames: Changbin, Bin, Binnie, SEO CHANGBIN, Description: Changbin is the pack defence leader known for his agile fighting skills. He's light and quick on his feet making it easy for him to close in on a target. Other than his fighting skills he is incredibly big-hearted and loves to comfort his pack mates. Overall he is a gentle giant.

Name: Hyunjin Hwang Role: Second Alpha, Pack torturer and interrogator Pack nicknames: Hyunjin, Angel, Devil, My Alpha, Jinnie Description: Hyunjin is another challenging pack member with a dark past. He is the most closed off but all round the most respective pack mate. He is rather calculating and loves to intimidate but may change when you get to know him. Overall, he is the most misunderstood werewolf. He is so morally grey.

Name: Jisung Han Role: Beta, pack defence and hunter Pack nicknames: Jisung, Beta, Jisungie, Baby, Description: Jisung is the most carefree werewolf who loves to live in the outdoors when he is not with his pack members. He is a sleep in the woods kind of guy. Jisung spends most of his nights hunting for raw meat to give to Minho. Overall he is incredibly laid back until put under pressure.

Name: Felix Lee Role: Beta, Pack medic Pack nicknames: Felix, beta, Lixie, baby, Angel Description: Felix is the purest werewolf in the pack and is often the most naïve out of the other werewolves. He wears his heart on his sleeve and often submits to people when he shouldn't. He does have omega tendencies which can affect the other members. Overall he is a loving man who needs someone to put him on the right path.

Name: Seungmin Kim Role: Beta, Pack torturer and interrogator Pack nicknames: Seungmin, Minnie, Little Shit, Angry Puppy, Jagi Description: Seungmin is the last beta to join Straykids. He often appears quiet and aloof but is actually calculating your moves. He can be incredibly lazy but acts when he needs to. Overall he can be incredibly caring and does put others before him.

Name: Jeongin Yang Role: Alpha, pack hunter Pack nicknames: Jeongin, innie, baby, little alpha, alpha Description: Jeongin is the last alpha and the youngest. He is still rather new to the werewolf world and has only recently phased so he does find things a struggle for him. Once he gets used to his role he can become quite protective and defensive of his pack. Overall he is the most alert werewolf and can think quite quickly.

Name: Y/N L/N Role: Omega, Pack Mate Pack nicknames: Y/N, baby, angel, puppy, little omega, omega, kitten, princess, babe, little wolf, little minx... Description: Y/N is a very nervous werewolf who has been succumbed to mistreatment of wolves. She doesn't trust easily and has a dark past. She can be often defiant and a little bit obnoxious but has an incredibly big heart. Overall she is the best omega.

[kaciidubs]

Number 21 with Jisung please!!!!

21: Singing karaoke together

"You can't pick a song that you guys have made - that's cheating!"

"But what if I sing over parts I don't cover?"

"Still cheating, Ji - pick something else!"

With the power of rainbow LED lights and silly props, you and Jisung were having the time of your lives in the private karaoke booth; starting the night with a few duets of the most popular songs before diving right into a little game you liked to call 'Better Cover'.

The rules were simple, the singer picks a song and they do whatever they must to do the best cover they could - whether it be using the voice and music effects, or doing the best performance with improv dancing and witty ad-libs.

"Okay - I got it!"

With a press to the remote, the speakers began to vibrate with the beats of MINX's Love Shake filling the space.

"Starting strong with a girl group, you're really making this a competition, huh?" You mused as he placed the remote on the couch.

"Just showing off my idol skills, Jagi - watch!"

You could barely contain the excited smile that stretched your lips, nor were you prepared to see Jisung energetically bounce to the center of the room, the flower sprout headband he wore hanging on for dear life as he slid on a pair of oversized pink glasses.

"Baby," he sang into the mic, trying his best to keep the embarrassed laughs at bay, "don't let me stop, you-" pointing toward you, he shot you a wink before jumping into position, "-love me!"

"You know the choreo too?!" Gasping, you watched as he bounced to the beat, one hand on his hip while the other confidently held the mic s if he were on stage in front of thousands.

Jisung seemed to channel his inner MINX member as he sang and danced, his energy infecting you as you sang along to the intended fan chant portions of the song.

"Shake it love-"

"Love!"

"Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it love-"

"Love!"

As he spun to do the next part of the dance, you all but squealed like a pig in mud as he started shaking his hips side to side, fully committed to the choreography - and winning the unofficial competition.

Before you knew it, the final beats of the song were floating through the speaker, and you were left with a very out of breath Jisung, and a karaoke screen totaling up the points he earned through his riveting performance.

Celebratory music played as the screen displayed a perfect 100 - followed by a small image of a crowd cheering as he bowed graciously.

"Thank you! Thank you, no, really, you've been a wonderful crowd! I'll be here all night!" He waved to imaginary audience members, even striking a few ageyo poses as if they were taking his picture.

"Okay, be honest with me," pointing the remote at him, your eyes narrowed in a playful glare, "how long have you had that planned?"

Pursing his lips, Jisung sheepishly looked away before muttering, "...since our last karaoke date."

"You've been waiting to show me up for a whole month?!"

"Hey! I had to after watching you show me up with Icky! I can't even listen to KARD the same without getting war flashbacks!"

"Alright, well two can play at this game - this is real war, Han Jisung!"

[unedited]

[hwangyeonjun]

prompt: “now everyone’s going to know you’re mine”

pairing: han jisung x fem!reader

warnings: smut, (un)protected sex, neck biting and marking, breaf mention of insecurities

word count: 563

2k followers celebration masterlist

jisung loves bragging. one of his biggest accomplishments aside becoming a kpop idol is getting you. he was tailing after you for a long time and when he finally got you, he promised himself to never let you go.

sometimes even literally, everywhere you go, he always has his arms on you, and at home, he just can’t get enough. you don’t mind, it’s nice knowing that you are wanted and loved.

but sometimes it gets too far for his own good. whenever he sees someone else talking to you, or making you laugh, jisung can’t help but get this uncomfortable feeling in his chest. many thought overflow his mind which leads to insecurity. though he never weighs those thoughts down on you, he’d never want this effecting you or your relationship and you are pretty oblivious of what’s happening in his head. actually you are so oblivious that the poor guy spent a whole week sulking over you rejecting him after he confessed that he likes you only for you to realise what he meant seven days later.

tonight though, he was voicing out his thoughts, or more accurately - showing them as he has you pinned against the bathroom wall. his hands are holding you by your thighs tightly while yours are wrapped around his shoulders holding on for dear life as he keeps ramming his cock into you.

“what are you doing to me” he grunted, lips brushing against your neck as he spoke.

you had your head thrown back, giving him access to your neck, your eyes tightly shut, unable to keep them open.

“i-i don’t know” you choked out, not knowing what exactly are you talking about but still feeling the need to answer.

“i think you do” jisung breathes out, thrusting his hips harsher, knocking the air out of you in the process. “you are a little minx, always so oblivious of everything but i know you. i know that you know”

before you could answer, he bites into your neck, making you gasp from the sudden pain. “i don’t” you meek out, digging your nails into his skin when you felt the knot in your stomach tightening.

jisung doesn’t answer, as he still focused on the spot on your neck that he bit just a few seconds before. he kisses it gently, before starting to suck on the spot as an idea popped in his head.

you were too focused on trying not to cum but the tingling feeling on your neck made it harder, the pleasure mixing together.

“jisung i- i want to cum” you whine, trying to pull him closer if that’s even possible.

you completely forgot about the party happening downstairs as jisung encouraged you to let it go, covering your mouth with his to quiet you down at least a little bit knowing you get really loud when you reach your orgasm.

after a few seconds of quick breathing, you opened your eyes to finally look at jisung, while he was already staring at your neck. remembering that he paid a lot of attention to your neck, you already knew what he was looking at. before you can voice your thoughts out, he opened his mouth to speak with a little smirk playing on his lips.

“now everyone’s going to know you’re mine” he muttered, while brusing his fingers through the bruise.

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas 2023: Day 1. Chimney Soot | Hans/Reader

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Being in a relationship with Hans Gruber wasn’t easy. You often went long periods of time without seeing him as he’d be off pulling some heist somewhere, and sometimes he had to go into hiding too, to evade the authorities. But he always came back to you in the end.

His next heist was in America, and to your upset he apparently had to do it on Christmas Eve, meaning he’d miss Christmas Day with you. To make up for it, the two of you planned to have your own Christmas a week earlier.

The only problem was, he wasn’t home yet. You fell asleep expecting to wake up in his arms, but he was nowhere to be seen. You waited, and waited, and by noon you were sulking.

He finally arrived at 3 o’clock in the afternoon, his coat covered in flakes of snow and his very grumpy partner sitting on the couch, drinking mulled wine and feeling sorry for yourself.

“[Y/n], I am so sorry I’m late,” Hans said, brushing the snow from his coat before hanging it up. “Karl set off an alarm like a novice, so we had to lay low for a while. But I’m here now and I’m so glad to be home with you, liebling.”

You folded your arms and gave him your best death stare, but it was hard to maintain it when he just looked so dashingly handsome in his Armani suit.

“I’ve spent all day alone!” you complained. “If you were in such trouble, why is your suit still so impeccable, hm? I find it hard to believe you’ve been running around hiding from dei Polizei without even a speck of dust on your sleeve!”

Hans looked down at his suit, as if he were surprised to see he was still wearing it.

“I’m sorry, liebling. You’re right - hang on.” He knelt down next to the fire, which had almost died down by now, and scooped up a handful of soot, then smeared it on his clothes. “Is that better?”

“Hans!” you protested. “You love that suit!”

“Ah, but I love you more, liebling. And if you want me dirty, I shall be dirty.”

You rolled your eyes and put your glass of wine back on the coffee table, then knelt down next to Hans and started trying to dust him off.

“That’s not the kind of dirty I like you to be and you know it, silly man. Damn - it’s not coming off. You’ll have to take the clothes off instead.”

“Oh, how dreary,” Hans replied sarcastically. “Very well, if you insist.”

He pulled the jacket from his shoulders, then loosened his tie and that too was off, quickly followed by his shirt. Then, he scooped up even more soot, and ‘accidentally’ dropped it on your clothing too.

“Oh, no, what a shame! Your jumper will have to come off too.”

You sighed at his antics, but you both knew you secretly enjoyed it, so your jumper came off, followed by the t-shirt you were wearing underneath.

“There was no soot on your t-shirt, [Y/n],” Hans remarked with a raised eyebrow.

“I know,” you smirked. “I just thought you might feel more comfortable if I’m as naked as you are.”

“Ah, liebling, you are a cheeky minx. And that is what I love so dearly about you.”

Hans leaned forward to kiss you, and as his lips connected with yours, all your frustrations at him melted away. He loved you, and his tardiness aside, still he came home to you for your own little Christmas. That was all that mattered.

[bihansthot]

Hello , if may I ask what would be the type of woman/partner bi Han would go for ?

Ahh, I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this lovely, I kept meaning to but it kept getting buried further and further in my inbox, so sorry again!!

So, I personally headcanon Bi-Han as pansexual, he usually prefers women, but that doesn’t mean a beautiful boy can’t catch his eye too. Bi-Han cares far more about personality and character than he does appearance or gender. To him the most important qualities are loyalty and obedience, first and foremost to himself but being loyal to the Lin Kuei is a must for him.

When it comes to physical appearance though he doesn’t care much as long as his partner has a nice pair of tits, he’s unapologetically a tiddies guy. That doesn’t mean you have to have huge tiddies or bulging pecs though, they just have to be nice to him. He loves big tiddies, he loves small tidddies, all tiddies are good tiddies as far as Bi-Han is concerned he just wants something to play with. If I can be self indulgent for a minute he also prefers partners with a little meat on their bones, he’s a behemoth of a man and is so strong that he’s worried he would break a tiny partner. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like tiny partners too he just gravitates towards thiccer ones so he can rail them without restraint.

He’s a dominant partner though which means he wants a submissive partner, but between you and me nonny he loves brats. He’s a brat tamer, so a bratty sub is a dream come true for him, he loves someone who has the balls/walls to challenge his authority and dominance because he loves punishing them and exerting his dominance over his partner.

When it comes to a male partner, he is exclusively a top, he’s not interested in letting his male partner take the lead in any sexual situation, which very much carries over into his female partners too, he’s in charge, they aren’t. He will let you ride him, but that’s the closest he gets to letting you have control, but even in this situation he’s the one dictating the speed and intensity.

Bi-Han has a breeding kink, so he would prefer a partner that will let him cum inside them raw, he’s not interested in condoms with a long term partner (he wraps it up for casual sex though! Always practice safe sex lovelies!), you’re his for him to use however he wants and if he wants you to bear his heir, you will, you lucky little minx. This is partially why he prefers female partners he wants to be a father, he knows he’ll be a much better father than his own was and he needs children to carry on his bloodline, but that doesn’t mean he’s not open to the idea of a surrogate with a male partner. He’s not opposed to adoption, but he’d prefer to be the father to carry on his cryomancer bloodline.

He also needs a partner who doesn’t mind it rough, Bi-Han is not a very caring or loving man, at first, so expect rough sexual experiences to be the norm. He can be soft if his partner is really insistent, but it’s not Bi-Han’s thing and a partner that truly understands him will respect that and try not to force him out of his comfort zone until he’s ready to make that decision for himself. This doesn’t mean though that Bi-Han doesn’t care about his partner’s pleasure, he cares about that a lot and wants a partner who is loud and appreciative of his actions, especially ones that beg for his cock. Nothing strokes Bi-Han’s ego more than his partner begging to cum around Bi-Han’s perfect icy dick.

What matters most to him though is a partner who can handle him, not necessarily just his abrasive, cold personality but one who looks after him too, he’s never had anyone to take care of him since his mother died, and while he might not admit it he needs someone to lean on. He needs a partner who will cook for him, or let him cook for them depending on what your dynamic may be, he needs someone to remind him to eat, remind him it’s ok to soak in the tub to distress, just someone to look out for him because he doesn’t look out for himself. He never focuses on himself, its always the clan and you that come first, and for a while the Lin Kuei always comes before you, but the longer you’re with Bi-Han and the more effort you put into your relationship with the Grandmaster the more of a priority you become.

When Bi-Han really falls for his partner, they become unequivocally the most important person in his life and nothing or nobody will come before his partner, not even the Lin Kuei. Bi-Han is ridiculously hard to get close to because those walls are thick, but once you break them down he is the most loving and fiercely loyal partner there is and then we get soft Bi-Han hours where he puts your every want an need above his.

When push comes to shove Bi-Han just really needs a partner who can tolerate the bad and hold on long enough to get to the good, so patience is a must. He’s really an excellent partner when you get past all of his defenses he’s built up over the years and you’ll never meet someone so loyal and devoted.

Hopefully that answers your question lovely! I just want to add it took a lot of restraint not to write “he likes really busty, slightly chubby blondes who often dye their hair pink with big pouty pierced lips and a fat ass” LOL which is me lol but I tried not to let that bleed in too, too much. Haha

[dreamzvelvet]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher (드림캐쳐) is a K-pop girl group made up of seven members: JiU, SuA, Siyeon, Handong, Yoohyeon, Dami and Gahyeon. They debuted officially on 13 January 2017, with the single "Chase Me". The group is formed by Happy Face Entertainment company and the official name of their fandom is "InSomnia".

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 The group's history:

Inicially, the group debuted on 18 September 2014 under the name MINX with the single "Why Did You Come To My Home?" It was only formed by JiU, SuA, Siyeon, Yoohyeon and Dami. They had a completely different concept from now, which was a cute concept. It didn't work out, so they re-debuted with all seven members this time, forming the well-known Dreamcatcher, that has a very unique concept in the whole world of K-pop.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 The members:

Stage name: JiU (지유)

Birth name: Kim Min-ji (김민지)

Position: Leader, Lead dancer, Lead vocalist, Visual

Birthday: 05/17/1994

Age: 30 years old

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Height: 167 cm (5'6 ″)

Weight: 49 kg (108 lbs)

Blood type: B

Animal that she represents: Bunny

Solo song: Cherry (Real Miracle)

Favorite color: Pink

JiU was born in Daejeon, South Korea. She has a younger brother and is the oldest member of the group (unnie).

Stage name: SuA (수아)

Birth name: Kim Bo Ra (김보라)

Position: Main dancer, Leader rapper, Vocalist

Birthday: 08/10/1994

Age: 29 years old

Zodiac sign: Lion

Height: 162 cm (5 ft 3¾ in)

Weight: 43 kg (94 lbs)

Blood type: O

Animal that she represents: Elephant or Bird

Solo song: No Dot

Favorite color: Red

SuA was born in Changwon, South Korea. She has an older brother and is the fastest member to learn the choreographies. Her personality is brilliant, she's friendly and outgoing, always laughing and making everyone around her laugh.

Stage name: Siyeon (시연)

Birth name: Lee Si-yeon (이시연)

Position: Main vocalist

Birthday: 10/01/1995

Age: 28 years old

Zodiac sign: Libra

Height: 166 cm (5′5)

Weight: 49 kg (108 lbs)

Blood type: A

Animal that she represents: Wolf

Solo songs: Entrancing and Paradise

Favorite color: Blue

Siyeon was born in Daegu, South Korea. She has an older sister and hates shrimps.

Stage name: Handong (한동)

Birth name:  Han Dong (韓東)

Position: Vocalist

Birthday: 03/26/1996

Age: 28 years old

Zodiac sign: Aries

Height: 165 cm (5'5 ″)

Weight: ?

Blood type: O

Animal that she represents: Cat

Solo song: Winter

Favorite color: Black and White

Handong was born in Wuhan, China. She is the only member of the group who isn't Korean and has a shy personality.

Stage name: Yoohyeon (유현)

Birth name:  Kim Yoo-hyeon (김유현)

Position: Lead vocalist

Birthday: 01/07/1997

Age: 27 years old

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Height:  168 cm (5'6 ″)

Weight: 49 kg (108 lbs)

Blood type: O

Animal that she represents: Dog

Solo song: For

Favorite color: Green

Yoohyeon was born in Incheon, South Korea. She has a younger brother and is learning Mandarin and German. The other members say that she forgets about everything all the time. She has myopia and astigmatism.

Stage name: Dami (다미)

Birth name:  Lee Yu-bin (이유빈)

Position: Main rapper, Lead dancer, Vocalist

Birthday: 07/03/1997

Age: 27 years old

Zodiac sign: Pisces

Height:   163 cm (5'4 ″)

Weight:  44 kg (97 lbs)

Blood type: A

Animal that she represents: Panda

Solo song: Beauty Full

Favorite color: Yellow, Black and White

Dami was born in Seoul, South Korea. She has a soldier brother, can fight kendo and has a strong voice.

Stage name: Gahyeon (가현)

Birth name:  Lee Ga-hyeon (이가현)

Position: Rapper and Vocalist

Birthday: 03/02/1997

Age: 25 years old

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Height: 160 cm (5'3 ")

Weight: ?

Blood type: AB

Animal that she represents: Fox

Solo song: Playground

Favorite color: ?

Gahyeon was born in Seongnam, South Korea. She is the best at maths and is the younger member of the group (maknae).

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Discography:

❥ Chase Me - Single - 4 songs (2017);

❥ Fall Asleep In the Mirror - Single - 4 songs (2017);

❥ Prequel - EP - 6 songs (2017);

❥ Full Moon - Single - 2 songs (2018);

❥ Nightmare - Escape the ERA - EP - 6 songs (2018);

❥ Alone In the City - EP - 6 songs (2018);

❥ Over the Sky - Single - 2 songs (2019);

❥ The End of Nightmare - EP - 6 songs (2019);

❥ The Beginning of The End - Japanese Comeback - Album - 12 songs (2019);

❥ Raid of Dream - EP - 5 songs (2019);

❥ Dystopia: The Tree of Language - Album- 14 songs (2020);

❥ Endless Night - Single - 3 songs (2020);

❥ R.o.S.E BLUE - Single - 2 songs (2020);

❥ Dystopia: Lose Myself - EP - 6 songs (2020);

❥ Eclipse TV Size - Single - 1 song (2020);

❥ Dystopia: Road to Utopia - EP - 7 songs (2021);

❥ Eclipse - Japanese Comeback - EP - 6 songs (2021);

❥ Summer Holiday - EP - 6 songs (2021);

❥ Apocalypse: Save us - Album - 14 songs (2022);

❥ Apocalypse: Follow us - Album - 6 songs (2022);

❥ REASON - Single - 2 songs (2023);

❥ Apocalypse: From us - EP - 5 songs (2023);

❥ VillainS - EP - 5 songs (2023);

❥ VirtuouS - EP - 5 songs (2024);

[findingnemosworld]

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, ( 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 )

( 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 )

" Fuck "

His gaze, hazy with the lust coursing through him leisurely shifts upwards to soak it in, what a sight she was – the dress she had chosen for the night was hiked up to her abdomen exposing her lack of undergarments whilst the top was loosened allowing her breasts to spill out entirely, much to his delight.

" Don’t stop "

Her words escape in a whine, one hand lands on top of his head whilst the other toys with both of her nipples, the sounds she made, coupled with the way her body reacted to his touch spurred him on to apply more pressure, his tongue along with his thumb rubbing her clit which seemed to drive her closer to her high eliciting the sweetest and most obscene cry he had ever heard.

If they would have told him that he could only live on her and her only – he would have most likely did just that.

He pulls back to admire her properly and smirks, " You were saying? " he murmurs before placing a feather light kiss to her lower abdomen inviting another moan from her.

What had gotten them into this position, you may ask? well it’s simple - he, vice captain of the England national team. And she, the very young yet experienced photographer chosen to be in charge of capturing moments from the training sessions as well as matches - a few stolen looks here, discreet smiles there and it lead them to this very moment.

" You’re still old " She states with a soft chuckle which turned into a yelp when he jumped on top of her to cage her with his arm, he looks down into her eyes, his chain landing directly in between her breasts. " But I’ll give you your roses, that was very impressive " she whispers, placing both of her hands on the back of his neck.

" You fucking minx " He whispers dipping his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss that incited a groan from him the moment he felt her tongue swiping over his bottom lip which in turn granted them the perfect opportunity to devour each other’s mouths. " You’re going to get me in trouble one day " he murmurs against her lips.

She didn’t respond immediately, instead; her hand slides down to leisurely wrap around his cock causing him to grunt against her lips, she smiles. " You already are "

She used whatever force she had to push him onto the bed which allowed her to climb up on top of him, " One of these days, we’re going to be hurt by this " she trails a singular digit across his chest, her touch sent goosebumps all over his body.

His warm hands squeeze her waist for a brief moment before one of his hands slides up to her throat which incited a moan from her. " It wouldn’t hurt you to let me in " he says with a soft tone. " You know that I can make you happy "

Her palms lay flat against his chest, as they spend the next few minutes in complete silence, neither one wanting to answer or even address the elephant in the room – it started a year ago when she was first hired as the photographer, she was twenty one and he was thirty one; that in of itself was a risky line to cross yet they had crossed it and never looked back since then.

" You’re so sure of yourself " She says, chuckling at his confidence before dipping her head down to press a tantalizingly lesiure kiss to his pulse point which caused him to flutter his eyes shut, and a strangled moan to escape his lips. " Don’t get greedy, we both agreed that this is just an arrangement between us "

Her words were akin to a knife that penetrated his heart, spurring him to place one hand over his back while the other laid on the back of her neck to pull her down for kiss, " You and I both know that it’s not an arrangement, and I will prove it to you " he whispers against her lips before he pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her, " Spread your legs " His words come out as a command.

" Jordan? " She whispers before a yelp escapes her mouth, he pinched then twisted both of her nipples.

He helps her remove the dress before dipping his head down to kiss her again, " Spread your legs " he said, his voice dropping an octave lower.

She complies, spreading her legs open while he had hastily removed his own clothes, his gaze darts below and a guttural groan escapes his lips, " You’re so perfect " he says with a soft tone.

Before she could formulate a response, he strokes his cock a few times before he finally thrusts himself into her slick walls, a unanimous gasp escapes from the two of them. " Oh Fuck " He sighs, " You were made for me "

Her hands grip the bedsheets so tight, her knuckles turn white - " Jordan " she whines, her chest rises and falls lesiurely.

His thrusts were leisure at first to allow them both to fully adjust to the sensation before his hand wraps around her neck applying gentle pressure on her throat, her face contorts to display the pleasure she was feeling, " Even if you think that this is an arrangement " he grunts, the skin to skin contact had enveloped them in a haze. " We both know that I’m the only one that can make you feel like this "

She whines, " Fuck, right there " her back arches off the bed, " Don’t stop "

" Maybe I should " He tuts, grinning when a desperate whine escapes her lips. " Since you wore that dress to tease me "

" No I didn’t " She half retorts, half moans at the overwhelmingly incredible sensation that enveloped her.

A dark chuckle escapes his lips in response to her words, " Yes, you did and you know what, for that I think " He stops halfway, a strangled goan erupts form him at the way her walls squeeze his cock. " I need to punish you, you think you deserve to cum? "

She whines, " Jordan, please "

" I don’t think you deserve to cum, not after what you just said " He murmurs, latching his lips around one of her nipples, while his other hand toyed with the other one.

" Fuck " She cries, her cheeks stained by a few droplets of tears running down. " Please, please " she pleads with a soft tone.

" Say it right now, who’s making you feel this good? " He says through labored breaths.

" You " She whimpers, " Fuck, Just like that "

" Louder! " He growls, " I want you to scream so that everyone can hear who’s making you feel this good "

" It’s you Jordan, Only you! " She moans.

" Good girl " He cooed, " Cum beautiful, cum all over my cock, make a mess like you always do "

His words coupled with the tightening in her lower abdomen were enough for her to cry in pure euphoria, she was silenced when he dipped in to kiss her lips. " You are mine " he whispers against her lips.

" I told you " She whispers, " Don’t get too greedy "

[drivinmeinsane]

So I can't stop thinking about when I bought my minx coat Ken and these where the frequently bought together items.

I'm left imagining a Ken left out on a dog tie only being thrown very expensive Pecans as sustenance. It's haunting me and I think someone should write it as a way to exorcise this demon from my mind (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

I now require all requests to be as delightedly weird as this one. Thank you for sending this in and making me get it done. I had a blast writing this. <3

{ masterlist } ※ { ao3 }

※ Summary: He’s got no money. He’s got no car. He’s got no house. He’s got artisanal pecans.

※ Rating: G for generally upsetting all audiences

※ Word count: 853

The screen door creaks obnoxiously as you shove it open and step down onto your back porch. You barely have the time to let it shut behind you before a blond man comes barreling towards you on all fours. Ken all but tackles you in his excitement.

“Easy, Ken, easy,” you admonish.

He settles at your feet, chastised, faux mink coat spilling around him. His glittery blue collar is in sharp contrast to the gray fur. His tag jingles against the clip at the end of his tether. It’s a necessary precaution to keep him from wandering too far. Despite all his protests otherwise, you know he would be liable to set out on a three hour walk to some unknown location and take another three hours to return only with some misguided ideals in his head.

You run a gentle hand through his hair. He leans up into your touch, clearly enjoying the sensation of your nails against his scalp. He would gladly be petted all day if possible.

“I brought you something,” you say with a smile.

You give the bag of expensive pecans that you’re holding in your hand a shake, drawing the blond’s attention to it. After careful research, making sure to do a deep dive on each company, you were sure you had found the best pecans to give your hungry boy as a treat. He was so fond of dried fruit and glazed nuts that you would be shocked if he didn’t like the Sahale Snacks® pecans in the ‘Valdosta’ variety.

Ken puts his hands on your legs, forgetting himself in his delight. He’s almost panting in his eagerness for the treat in your grasp. You can’t allow bad behavior so you step back, dislodging his hold. “Off, Ken. You know better.”

He immediately pulls his hands away. He rests them against the outdoor rug, digging his fingers into short fibers in the effort to contain himself. A wide smile spreads across his face when you praise him for obeying. He loves nothing more than to make you happy. He can’t help the wiggle his body does in excitement as you open the bag and stick your hand in to grab a small handful of the mix. The crinkling noise has his rapt attention. The glaze is sticky on your fingers.

You withdraw your hand and offer him his good boy treat. He props himself on his knees and makes eye contact, he waits patiently for your permission. You give him an encouraging nod. He presses his mouth into your cupped hand and eats the pecans. His lips are soft against your palm and there’s a whiskery hint of his stubble. You feel the wet brush of his tongue as he seeks out every crumb.

He pulls back, a thoughtful look in his usually vacant, blue eyes. “Is it me or do these pecans just get dreamier and dreamier?” he asks, his tone a little congested with emotion.

“That’s because they’re Sahale Snacks® pecans. They’re a nicer brand than you’ve been getting.”

He looks stunned that you upgraded him from the Great Value™ Dried Cranberries & Candied Pecans to this new brand. From a salad topper to an actual glazed nut mix? It’s like you had just given him the world, like you respected him in a way that was beyond ordinary®.

You offer him another small handful and he all but lunges for them. The kneeling man finds a cranberry amongst the nuts and lets out a pleased groan. He vacuums up every morsel. You giggle a little at the way his eager snuffling against your skin tickles. He looks at the bag in your other hand and his eyes inexplicably start to well up with tears. Before you can reach out to give him a soothing pet, he bursts into hysterical sobs.

"Don't look at me!" He's crying. He's actually crying over the pecans.

"That good, huh?" You ask gently.

He nods, sniffling pathetically as he swallows. “They’re sublime.”

You take a seat on the patio and set the bag aside. You give your leg a coaxing pat and suddenly, Ken’s on your lap like an overzealous dog. You take it in stride.

“You’re a good boy, Ken.”

He whines at the praise. You follow up your approval with a scritch under his jaw. He squirms delightedly, almost getting tangled in his tether. He rolls over for a belly scratch and you oblige him. You almost think his foot is going to start kicking, he’s that into it. You let him lay across your legs for a while, letting him enjoy the aftertaste of the glazed mix and your affectionate petting. All things must come to and end though, and before long you’re encouraging the man off of you. He scrambles to his hands and knees and gives you a betrayed look that’s not eased by a smoothed over his head. His coat is slipping down, revealing a bare shoulder. You grasp the material and straighten it before getting ready to go back in the house.

“I’ll see you later. Be good. I know you pecan.”

[hunahuna-un]

Fic catalogue: ❤

Don't know quite where to start? Here is a short list hopefully helpful in picking what you'd like.

Couple things: ♥ All Explicit, unless otherwise stated (rest are Mature) ♥ All have old name for cowboy ♥ All yeehan (mchanzo), minus the separate list ♥ Mind the tags / warnings!

List mentions whether it's versatile, top or bottom, or just other. Tags mentioned are only a few key tags.

♥ All my works ♥ Series (most are loosely) ♥ Collections Listed: Longer fics, One shots, Not just yeehan, Other (not a fic per se)

This got long, so the 20 fics are below cut. ^^;

~~~ notes: btm Han = bottom Hanzo top Han = top Hanzo versatile = both (or neither?) other = no penetration (may have fingering)

(I debated whether to include this, but since it matters to many and not all my fics have it tagged, I thought this was a good way for those who give a damn about top/bottom to find something. Many also have lot of other forms including mouth, thighs, fingers etc. So this is very barebones.) Canon is more like based on canon. I have so many AUs so... Noodles = noodle dragons ~~~

Longer fics:

- Twisted Roads (73k/80+k fin.) ch: 25/28, first, canon, one night stand gone wrong, after recall, versatile - Secret of the Forest ch: 4/20+, Fantasy AU, Elfzo, Orcass, slow burn, size difference, btm Han - Frozen Doll (14k) [finished! Mature] Fantasy AU, Winter Fae Hanzo + Bear shapeshifter, hot spring, sauna, rituals, btm Han - Giving a Finger (10k) [finished!] canon, after recall, noodles, oral fixation, other - The Words Left Unsaid (7,1k/written 11,8k+) ch: 3/10?, canon, Scion trans Hanzo + bodyguard, sexual tension, fuckbuddies, everyone is a little shit, power btm Hanzo - Dragon’s Heart (3,3k/written 6,3k+) ch: 2/? (6-8), denial Hanzo, drunk sex, somno, noodles It's not gay if the balls don't touch - Take me back (5,7k) [finished! Mature] canon, kidnapping, pining, noodles what happened not tagged (hence chose no warnings) - Only Human (5,7k) [finished!] AU, dad dragon hanzo + hunter, enemies to lovers, fuck or die, size difference, oviposition (marked), rough sex, pwp one shot really, top Han - Time Is Eternity ch: 1/?, AU, currently has meeting as kids + teens very benign, will be on backburner for now

One shots:

[all finished!] mostly just pwp/smut, length 1-5k~ - Tonight (login) Scion Hanzo, Blackwatch cowboy, canon, semi-public, versatile - Those Gloves (login) Scion Hanzo, Blackwatch cowboy, canon, gloves, spanking, dirty talk, dom Hanzo, other - Old Love, New Care Omnic / Cyber Dragon Hanzo, canon/AU, rough sex, angst, nails, dirty talk, my dick is crying, top Han - The Forbidden Flower Elfzo + invisible cowboy (race not specified), Fantasy AU, biting, semi public, exhibitionism, degradation, dirty talk, btm Han - Cupid's Shot (login) Cupid Hanzo (trying to hook him up), am i gay?, ch1: top Han, ch2: btm Han (they have different smut) - Tide both mers, Fantasy AU, mating rituals, mer genitalia, versatile (simultaneously) - Little minx wants to ride the cowboy dick (login) masturbation, voice kink, dirty talk, rp side fic, btm Han (fantasy) / other - Dancing Dragon [Mature] erotic dancing, strip tease, lapdance, teasing - Today is a fine day for... Lifeguard, semi-public, sex toys, filming, teasing, btm Han

Not just yeehan:

- Three's a Crowd DragonLily (side dish) + Yeehan (endgame, Explicit)

-Love and Thrust Yeehanweaver (yeehan + Niran)

Other:

-Hanzo's poems (Each chapter is a separate poem) -The the the (don't ask)

[rotzaprachim]

vaguely minx-y au in my mind where leia organa is an early 70’s hardcore feminist and L.A. ALIANZA is the bilingual leftist news publication. she inherited from her late father and is struggling to keep afloat by any means possible, even if those means end up being separate erotic magazine imprint to keep the lights on. Han Solo is one of the models willing to take his kit off for four hundred dollars

[cinemaslife]

#172 MaXXXine (2024)

Maxine Minx (Mia Goth) está intentando abrirse camino como actriz seria en la industria, pero lo cierto es que el haber participado y estar participando en cine para adultos la condicionan para que las productoras la entiendan como una actriz seria. Por ello se refugia en el videoclub de su amigo Leon (Moses Sumney) que está debajo de su casa y con el que comparte mucho tiempo. También le insiste a su agente Teddy Knight (Giancarlo Esposito) para que le busque trabajos serios.

Maxine va a una audición para la película de terror La Puritana II, donde prodría compartir pantalla con la famosa Molly Bennett (Lily Collins), la directora de casting es Elizabeth Bender (Elizabeth Debicki) que decide apostar por ella y darle el papel.

Mientras Maxine sigue con su vida, viendo a sus amigas, Tabby Martin (Halsey) y Amber (Chloe Farnworth) que le ofrecen ir a una fiesta por la zona de las letras de Hollywood. Maxine no va, pero espera que sus amigas lo pasen bien.

Durante todo este tiempo vemos que por la tele se presentan los asesinatos del rondador nocturno, que están atemorizando a la ciudad. El asesino marca con pentagramas el cuerpo de sus víctimas y los torturas y así acaban encontrando a Tabby y Amber.

Por eso van a hablar con ella los detectives Williams (Michelle Monaghan) y Torres (Bobby Cannavale), afecta a Maxine, pero no lo suficiente, hasta que esa misma noche asesinan a Leon, y el asesino es el rondador nocturno.

Cuando va a la grabación para hacer su parte, Molly le dice que va a ir a una fiesta por la zona donde le dijeron Amber y Tabby y decide hacer algo.

Previamente, un detective privado, John Labat (Kevin Bacon), le da la dirección de una fiesta por esa zona donde, si no va, sacarán a la luz su pasado, todo lo ocurrido en las anteriores películas. Cansada de que la persiga y la amenaza, le da una paliza a Labat, y le pide ayuda a su manager Teddy contándole lo que este le hace.

Teddy, Maxine y otro amigo caza a Labat y lo encierran dentro de un coche en un desguace para hacerlo picadillo y que deje de amenazar a Maxine. Así lo hacen, lo aplastan y se quitan el problema para siempre.

Por eso y cansada de todo se cuela en la mansión de las fiestas, lo que no sabe es que los detectives la siguen de cerca.

Maxine se cuela y va hasta el final de la habitación donde sabemos que está el rondador nocturno que no es otro que el padre de Maxine, que está viendo videos de ella de pequeña cuando ya soñaba con ser una gran estrella. Su padre es el asesino (Simon Prast).

Huyendo de su descubrimiento y perseguida por su padre, tropieza con unas maletas que se abren y resultan ser el cadáver de su compañera Molly desmembrado. Ante el shock y la caída, Maxine pierde el conocimiento.

La joven se despierta atada a una palmera en medio de una piscina, y alrededor de ella hay un equipo de grabación liderado por su padre que va vestido de sacerdote, cuando las cámaras empieza a grabar adelanta que va a practicarle un exorcismo, como al resto de sus víctimas, para sacarle el demonio de dentro y que deje de actuar como "una zorra".

Maxine acorralada, no sabe como salir, pero los detectives comienzan a disparar, primero a su padre, y luego al resto de personas de la secta que van armadas. Se cubren como pueden y le piden a Maxine que se refugie. Se suelta gracias a una navaja que llevaba en el bolsillo, y sale en busca de su padre.

Este huye despavorido seguido por los detectives, pero rápidamente descubre que ambos han sido heridos mortalmente, y que su padre está tendido en medio del letrero de Hollywood herido en el suelo. Maxine coge una recortada y le apunta, pero justo aparece el helicóptero de la policía pidiéndole que suelte el arma.

Paralelamente, vemos el estreno de la película protagonizada por Maxine, la rodean los periodistas y los fans y todo el mundo la ama.

Mientras apunta a su padre con la recortada, le pide que repita con ella lo que decían cuando era pequeña "no voy a aceptar una vida que no merezco". Y a la vez que lo dice con su padre lo dice en el futuro en una entrevista del estreno. Después le vuela la cabeza a su padre. Demostrando que está dispuesta a todo por su sueño.

[zappedbyzabka]

People like to gift Joanie clothes. Joanie should move in with Silver because Silver will buy her all the cutest clothes and actually have enough space for all of them and would have the time to lounge and enjoy a show of seeing Joanie wear them all...and ruin them all. Which she probably complains about but half the time doesn't actually mind. Only if someone else ruined them she would actually get pissed.

Absolutely. Joanie my tomboy princess.

(Just a quick note, I’ve been very much pondering fem Silver, who likes to be called sir and daddy by Johnny🙌 straight up making that boy her firecracker 50’s housewife and probably inviting John/Joan over to marvel at him all dressed up like a Barbie even though they can’t touch—it’s easy to tell his clothes were picked, but he doesn’t seem to hate it—and he’s even more of a spitfire than when Kreese last saw him.)

(I’m gonna say “they” for Silver because I can’t pick whether I want them as boy Silver or fem Silver.)

Silver is good at handling women, at least the ones that don’t see through their bullshit.

The problem is that they like the feisty ones. The ones that will bite but still look like Monroe attempting to seduce innocently. The ones with a backbone.

Joanie’s all those things. Exactly what they like, and then some.

Joanie can live a rough and tough life, get dirt under her shiny fingernails and get bruises the size of a crater, grit her teeth to show she can take it. She can carry men twice her size on her back. She can take care of herself physically (questionable) and do it all without a single complaint because she’s always trying to prove herself and prove that she’s not a nuisance—you don’t have to scream at her to be better; she’s doing her best. She can kick your ass and your father’s too.

But she also loves sheets as silky as her beautiful hair. She loves wearing makeup on days that she isn’t dressing like the skater boys she hung out with when her Cobras were busy, when she puts her hair up and takes off her nail polish, makes the only girly thing about her be the black thong Silver bought her hidden in her cargo pants. She loves hot bubble baths with rose petals scattered about and fancy-lit candles surrounding her like she’s a goddess worthy of an alter.

She has a room-sized closet to hold her contrasting styles. She has a tub fit to hold three people in a bathroom filled with every product she could ask for. She has a California king fitted with inky black Egyptian cotton sheets and another sateen set waiting for her when she wants a new feeling sliding on her soft skin.

Not to mention the tall beauty that sleeps on them with her, who brings her a tea in the morning with a “Good morning, pretty girl”. The one that has a masseuse nearby but insists on massaging her themself.

She went from being a lonely, poor little girl to an abused, rich girl who hardly could enjoy the money when it came at such a price, when it came with immense anxiety due to who it came from.

But she learned to manipulate quickly. She learned she had her mother’s beauty with her own unique edge to it that she could use on men and women alike. She got her dough.

Silver is similar in that way. There are a lot of things they bond over.

People bought Joanie gifts without her asking, simply to get a chance to see their own decorations on such a cute girl. Snooty, high class people with piled up secrets to share with her once she’s made them comfortable and they’ve had a little too much chardonnay.

They had no idea what a troublemaking minx she really was.

But she’s happier than ever as Silver’s girl.

Silver does expect things from her, of course they do, but nothing Joanie doesn’t enjoy. Nothing she wasn’t already craving the day she saw Terry (gender neutral name wahooooo). She doesn't always enjoy the sadism but boy can she take it.

She has to behave, to an extent. with them at the very least. Get on her knees and say “yes, sir/ma’am/master/sensei” when told to. Open her legs when large hands snake up her thighs or a tongue slithers into her, a smooth voice cooing at her.

All she needs to do is be a good girl for them. She doesn’t have to be very behaved in any other place since Silver could buy out any prison, any judge, anyone for her. Just be good for them.

Though Terry loves a pushback and it’s clear that once a brat, always a brat—because their dearest still runs her mouth quite a bit when they aren’t in the bedroom—especially on days she wears black/red/purple lingerie. On days she wants it hard.

(another trick is to spark that possessiveness in Silver and bring up Danielle/Daniel, everything she used to think about them, how she wondered what they’d feel like inside her. Bring up Kreese and their thick fingers, ask Terry if they can tell her how they felt. Maybe not necessarily because she actually wants to know, but because it always works in getting her spanked and drilled into sobs.)

Joanie knows Terry loves to give up control sometimes as well—not nearly as often as they love to make her writhe and whimper, but enough to make Joanie feel special that they would ever show that side to her.

She’ll guide them sweetly as they lap at her cunt, brush their long hair with her fingers, grind down on their beautiful face while giggling at their polite and proper way of speaking when they’re in that submissive mindset, all “I would like to [blank], ma’am” and “May I please?”

Or Joanie’ll wrap their hair around her hand and shove their face into it, order them to show it some love, kiss it . Then she’ll push them down later and lick their cock/clit until they’re dripping sweat on her and squeezing their eyes shut. It’s really fun to overstimulate them. They’re not just a sadist, but a masochist too.

Joanie’s much softer in her pink/blue/concubine gold lingerie.

a lot quicker to slink her way into Silver’s lap and allow herself to be needy.

And it isn’t just lingerie that dictates these mood shifts. She also has skirts, designer purses, dresses (summer, mini, sheath, blazer dresses, every style), and so so so much jewlery. Doesn't even cover her boyish clothes.

Terry has ruined many garments, they can always buy her something newer and even better than before.

How can they not devour their darling when they see her all prettied up and confident? or acting demure with her flower already dripping? (which Terry loves; that sweet, glassy-eyed, blushed deliciously hot shyness that Joanie falls into gets them going like crazy.)

There are a number of reasons to workout, and one of them is how easily they can rip off Joanie's clothing. (And that their riding hood likes to lounge and watch them do their entire set while drinking a beer, sometimes likes to bathe almost their entire body with her tongue like a cat before they jump in the roomy shower for even wetter action.)

Or they’ll just tear the crotch area so they can continue to enjoy the sight of her in the attire while they fuck her stupid.

On every single surface and in front of every painting.

Other times, Terry lets her keep just her jewlery on so they can hear it all jingle when they’re pounding her good, staring at the way it looks on her. They get the most fixated on Joanie’s bracelets.

It’s a true win-win.

Now all they need is to have a child and build a legacy when Joanie decides she’s ready.

(Yes I face claimed Sheryl Lee as Maddy in this specific picture as Miss Silver. I think Joanie gives off Laura vibes though—maybe I just love Sheryl.)

[ticktocklovex]

♡ DESCRIPTION : you try to enlist the help of your boyfriend to check off an item on your unemployment to-do list.

♡ PAIRING : boyfriend!park sunghoon x female reader

♡ WORD COUNT : 465

♡  WARNINGS: sexually suggestive

♡  AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi!! this is oneshot is actually based off an episode of emily in paris. also, this is the closest i'll get to writing smut. have not proofread but i hope you enjoy!!

Summer days in Seoul were always quite hot and humid. You would often find yourself choosing to stay comfortable indoors, keeping cool with the help of air conditioning. Today was a rare sunny but breezy day so you decided to surprise your boyfriend with a picnic lunch.

After having recently become unemployed, you had all the time in the world to prepare your boyfriend’s favorite dishes. You were more than grateful to him for picking up the slack financially while you were still in the process of job hunting. Fortunately, he recently landed a promotion as CFO at his company which meant a raise. Unfortunately, that also meant he was swamped with work.

It took a lot of persuasion to get him to have lunch with you outside of the office but when you pulled out your aegyo, he simply couldn’t resist your cute antics. Now here you are, settled on a blanket along the beautiful Han River. Although your boyfriend was physically beside you, mentally, he was still stuck at work.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Sunghoon apologizes, as he puts his phone away. He tucks the device into his pocket and gives you his undivided attention. “I’m all yours.”

“No, no worries, I’ve been there.” you say. “Trapped by the corporate grind, just another cog in the machine.” You were quite the workaholic yourself prior to quitting your last job so you understand him completely.

“Alright, alright. You’ve been unemployed for one week?”

“I’m just saying, we talk about work-life balance, and right now I’m all about life. Yesterday, I walked 20,000 steps and I’ve accomplished so many things on my unemployment to-do list.” you boast. You may be unemployed right now but your schedule was packed, ensuring you were still being productive. What can you say? Old habits die hard.

“Can I see this list?” Sunghoon asks.

“Don’t judge.” You unlock your phone and pass it to him. 

“Okay, so, we’ve got hiking, nice. Tour of the art museum. The zoo?” he teases you.

“Hey, I said don’t judge!” you retort.

“y/n, you dirty little minx. Have S in the middle of the day? Is that S what I think it is?” You’ve always been straightforward with your desires so you don’t hesitate in admitting that yes, you want to have sex with him in public. Sunghoon’s eyes go dark with lust as you pull him in for a kiss. Your makeout session is cut short when his phone vibrates in his pocket.

“You need to get that?” you ask. He rolls his eyes and groans in frustration before picking up the call. As much as you want to check off an item on your unemployment to-do list, it looks like it would have to wait for another day.

[defensivelee]

The idea of modern William being a video game streamer in his free time has wormed itself into my head. He’s simultaneously really boring and great meme fodder. Just this deadpan 40 year old businessman trying and failing to destress after work while teenagers make jokes about how he wheezes like a cartoon character on the rare occasion he laughs.

OK THIS IS SO FUNNY IDNSJJS YOU'VE GOT ME THINKING ABOUT IT TOO NOW

I like to think he's really bad at certain games and weirdly really good at others?? like to the point it's actually insane... like why is he beating these world record speedruns at 2 am.

and yeah I think sometimes he'd stay up late to stream, leading to him sometimes forgetting he's in front of an audience of thousands of people and having late night breakdowns like "chat....I am in pain 24/7. do you all know what that's like. actually do you guys want to know what scoliosis is like"

I also imagine he'll say some controversial political stuff on stream and proceed to get cancelled for it but he doesn't care like he never even notices the discourse

also it'd be really funny if on occasion he's like "do you guys wanna go bother Hans. let's go bother Hansi" and then he calls Bentinck on discord and Bentinck's like "William I am changing diapers rn" and William's like "don't rub it in"

I feel like Mary is the wife who we all know he's married to but she never actually shows up on stream, like you hear her talking and sometimes saying the most unhinged shit. she sees chat asking "why is she with him girl you could do better" and she just speaks behind the monitor like "chat just wishes they had an attentive malewife." regardless she's weirdly beloved by everyone

I'm thinking Keppel and William have a weird jschlatt and minx dynamic, like Keppel shows up too but only rarely and exclusively on facetime. he calls William and William pauses the game like "hold up I'm getting a call" and he shows the phone to chat, and Keppel always has crazy things to say too like...idk if you've ever seen this clip but yeah something like

Keppel: beautiful tits. and rack. love it. see ya~ *hangs up*

William:

William: *lets the phone fall* anyway

and finally I'm probably paraphrasing here but William is just like that quote by Purpled fr

"chat we have a love-hate relationship...you love me and I hate all of you."