#～(^з^)-♡ here you go

[chessariusrex]

My dearest sherlock

[leeechin]

(ꗃ) cat and mouse [nerd sunghoon] ! ⋆ ›  ◟⊹

after sleeping with the cute quiet dork that sat nearby you and your friend during lunch, you find yourself playing silly games with him, due to a miscommunication. [wc: 2.5k]

CONTENT: college au! sunghoon and jay are big losers in this lol. nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader, 2010s era :p | mdni.

WARNINGS: lots of teasing, handjob, sunghoon is pretty switchy but more dom leaning, unprotected sex (big no), bigdick!hoon, fingering, slight degradation, ass slapping, etc.

lee’s note: this is a continuation of my most popular nerd!hoon fic here ! this can be read as a stand-alone!! gaeul from ive is yn’s bff NOT sunghoons dog LOL.

“you should’ve known it was a one time thing..” jay murmurs to sunghoon, who wasn’t focusing on their round of star craft, instead sulking on the couch with his legs crossed. “someone like her wouldn’t do a second time with someone like us— you to be exact.” adding on.

you had the best time of your life, choosing to hook up with the cute quiet dork unexpectedly. it was planned by you, it was just never expected of you for the plan to be executed perfectly. and you weren’t going to let another opportunity slip beneath you.

“she agreed to let me take her on a date though! and it’s only been two days.. maybe she’s busy.” he exasperates in response, opening his phone to see no new messages from you in his inbox.

“orrr maybe she wants you to text her first instead of her..” jay suggests, throwing the control at sunghoon to play the game again, sunghoon shrugs it off, putting his attention back to the next round of star craft.

you were indeed busy.. rambling to gaeul and your other roommates about the other night with sunghoon. raving about how he was ‘so so good.’ completely oblivious that you not texting him, or expecting him to text you.. is causing a minor miscommunication.

now, being back on campus, you were hoping to catch sunghoon at the campus cafeteria, and throw him teasing glances. strutting confidently in your cute denim shorts and low cut tee, you sit yourself across gaeul at the usual table. and looking up, you notice the pause in sunghoon’s movements, pathetically dropping his fork and pretending it was an accident, coughing so fake.

you let out a small giggle, kicking your feet back and forth underneath the table, forgetting that your friend was across you. “helloooooo? earth to y/n?” gaeul waves her hand in your face, causing you to finally blink.

“god, he’s such a loser.” gaeul points out, turning around to see sunghoon, try to not so obviously peek at you from his canned drink, attempting to hide his eyes from staring at you. “a hot loser though.” you correct, going back into a daydream like trance, thinking about the past weekend you spent with him.

flipping your phone open, you shoot a message to sunghoon, you hear the clatter of the metal can he was drinking from, seeing how fast he scrambled to flip open his own phone. was this really the same guy who railed you into the next dimension a couple days ago?

[you]

you know, i could see you staring at me

[hoonie (^з^)-♡]

What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.

[you]

sure sureeeeeeee

you were surely so quick to open your phone

and dropping your little drink that made a loud sound from hitting the floor, okay though! (=´∀｀)

[hoonie (^з^)-♡]

Why haven’t you reached out to me since that night?

Did I do something wrong?

—

sunghoon didn’t beat around the bush. you wanted to apologize over and over, feeling guilt flood your body for not taking the initiative, especially for someone like sunghoon, who mainly kept to himself with one friend.

but something ignited a plan of mischief in your mind, wanting to tease the fuck out of sunghoon until he ruined you completely. the urge to tests the waters until you were in the hands of his mercy. looking up from your phone, you throw sunghoon a small grin, causing him to nearly drop his phone over a pile of rice on his lunch tray.

“just go get him in a room for christ’s sake, stop eye-fucking him infront of me.” gaeul scoffs, gathering all her things together to head to her next lecture, waiting for you to follow pursuit. “go without me gaeul.”, she raises an eyebrow at you, but then sees how your gaze is stuck on sunghoon who seems to be minding his own business now, eating the food on his lunch tray.

“mind if i take a seat here?” you ask sunghoon, making him startle at the sudden sound of your voice, eyes attempting to only focus on your face, rather than the sight of your juicy tits tight against your shirt.

“yeah.” he mutters, returning to finish the last of food on his tray. “why so silent..?” you fake pout, seating yourself across from him, leaning forward slightly.

“whyareyouavoidingme.” sunghoon quickly speaks, you’re unable to catch what he was saying. “hoonie, what?” you giggle, hand reaching under the table to grab at his knee, feeling how it tensed up under your touch.

“not in the cafeteria, please.” sunghoon flinches, trying not to draw attention by avoiding to have a big reaction, feeling your hand squeeze at his sensitive knee, bumping his knee up to remove your hand. you giggle and use both of your hands to straighten up your shirt.

“answer my question, hoon.” you repeat coyly, leaning forward across the table, sunghoon looks around at the people sitting at the surrounding tables, worried they’re catching onto what’s happening between you two.

“can we— talk somewhere else— please.” he stutters, looking down to hide his now flustered face. “hmmmm.. okay.” you contemplate, looking around the direction sunghoon was. “no one’s looking at us, hoon.” adding on with a playful smile painted across your face.

sunghoon opens his mouth to say something, but you interrupted his sentence that hasn’t even started; “oops! didn’t pay attention to the time! i’ll drop by your place at some time soon!”, gathering all of your things as his eyes blink rapidly.. so dorky, and so hot at the same time.

“but what if i happen to be busy..” sunghoon manages to slip out, seeing how you got up and was ready to leave him behind at his lunch table. “i’m sure you won’t be.”

sunghoon was convinced, no he was aware you were playing games with him now. every time you self-invited yourself to his table, right when he’s about to ask you if you want to study together, you leave abruptly. and it doesn’t help with you sending him suggestive messages on his phone while he’s around jay to stir things up.

“what game are you trying to play with me?” sunghoon blurts out, looking down at his hands on his lap, fidgeting nervously as you sat down on the lunch table seat across from him for the fourth day in a row.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you fake acting confused, playing with a strand of your hair in between your fingers. sunghoon sighs in defeat, only knowing you are continuing this silly little game of yours.

“i think you do.” he frowns in response, moving on to eating the bun he had in his hand. “how long are you going to keep going on with this?” sunghoon adds on to his sentence. you sigh in defeat, sitting yourself properly.

“don’t you enjoy taking to me hoon?” you frowned, doe eyes blinking at sunghoon’s as you await an answer.

“i do. but before we can even talk properly, you leave. how long are you going to keep this game of yours up?” sunghoon finishes the last of his bun before crossing his arms together, seeming to be less nervous and shy now.

“i guess i’m done..” you sheepishly replied, trying to read sunghoon’s unreadable expression. “what’s on your mind, hoon?” you ask, noticing the silence that filled between you two for a good 10 seconds.

“you know.. we’re supposed to be studying..” sunghoon comments, seeing how you crawled on his mattress seductively to seat yourself over his lap. “but what’s the fun in only studying hoon?”

“you said you needed help on— fuck.” sunghoon groans, sentence cutting off, throwing his head back with his glasses tilting lopsided, feeling you shift on his lap, back against the headboard of his bed, as your hands clumsily fumble at the zipper of his jeans to pull out his painfully hard cock that has been straining against the tight constraints of his boxers.

“is this what you wanted from me this whole time.?” you speak softly, gathering saliva to slip past your lips, onto the center of your palm, enveloping his base around your hand, gasping when you forgot how big he was when you looked down at your hand jerking his base slowly. you found the sight infront of you to be so pleasing.

seeing sunghoon’s tilted glasses, moving your free hand to put it back in place. “stop playing with me, y/n.” his voice strains, his large hands finding purchase on both sides of your waist. he sits himself up, looking at your irresistible glossy lips that slightly parted as you concentrated on working your hand at his base.

leaning forward to place his lips over yours, you whine against him from the sudden action, hand slipping off his thick cock as your hands run under his shirt, nails trickling at sunghoon’s soft skin causing him to hiss at the contact. you pull away from the kiss to pull his shirt off and over his head, along with him removing yours, throwing the articles of clothing everywhere in his neatly organized room. your lips return to tangling messily along with his, the smacking sounds filling the silence.

your lips trail down his exposed collarbone, leaving soft marks as you attempt to go down lower, feeling him stop you, a soft whine leaving your lips when you feel one of sunghoon’s hand grasp a good handful of your ass.

“this game of yours is ending right now.” sunghoon speaks lowly, gently removing the remaining material of your undergarments, taking in the sight of how your naked body looked so good, even with the dim lighting in his room— the lamp being the only source of light.

“hurry up then hoon..! oh.” you moan at the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive clit, moving to circle at your dripping entrance, teasing you by only pushing in his fingertips a few times, before plunging two of his thick digits past it. the warmth of your walls clamping down tightly from simply just his fingers.

“you can still barely even take it.” sunghoon chuckles, his free hand brushing his strands of hair back. moving his other hand, flicking his wrist at an angle that had you seeing all sorts of colors, relishing in the feeling of his fingers reaching the spots yours could never reach.

“please hoonie..” you whine, nails digging deep into his shoulders, holding onto him tightly to avoid falling off of his lap with the sensation of his fingers dragging in and out of you rapidly, crumbling apart when you feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching.

despite the advantage you might’ve had in your position of being seated over him, you were powerless, taking in what he gave you, not seeming to mind loosing dominance you once had over him a little bit ago.

“you’re close aren’t you?” sunghoon raises an eyebrow, seeing how you grinded your hips slightly, to take in his digits even further, your eyes looking down to see how well you sucked his fingers in. “mm— yes please hoon i— what the fuck—!” you protest, feeling him pull his fingers out, one of his hands holding you still in place.

you squirm around on his lap, trying to escape his grasp, gasping loudly when you feel his hand smack your ass, the soft flesh jiggling from the touch. “can’t you be more patient for me now?” sunghoon smirks, flipping you onto your back, leaning over the side to reach his drawer for a condom when you grab at his wrist to stop him.

“want you so bad, hoon.” you strain out, face flushed with desire and neediness. you hear sunghoon let out a deep chuckle in response, stroking himself at the sight of your body splayed on his mattress, legs spread.

“you make me wait several days, but you can’t even wait a few minutes.” he scoffs jokingly, pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist, aligning his tip to your entrance, wasting no more time to slide in easily- due to your wetness that trickled down your thighs.

you hear sunghoon let out a long groan at how your walls once again clamped around him tightly, glasses falling off his face and somewhere beside him on the bed, slowly bottoming out and relishing the feeling of your warm velvety walls. “fuckkk. you feel even better without a condom.” he groans, finding a pace with his thrusts, his cock dragging so perfectly and so deep into you to where you couldn’t even form proper words.

“s’ so good-!” you manage to slip out, palms pressed flat to hold tightly onto sunghoon’s back as you try to keep up with his fast, merciless pace, cock deliciously hitting repeatedly in that one spot in you that sent you spiraling.

“not talking now? had me playing a game like i was a cat and you were the fucking mouse.” sunghoon grunts, eyes meeting yours as you let out a small whimper at his words, clenching around his thick cock, causing him to let out a groan at the feeling, closing his eyes to take in the feeling of not having a condom wrapped around him. deciding to bring your other leg to wrap around his waist, moving to push the back of your thighs to practically fold you in half. you feel him press against the soft bulge of your stomach from how deep he is inside.

your high-pitched moans and mewls of pleasure fill sunghoon’s room when you take what he’s giving you, eyes rolling back as you feel yourself reaching your orgasm, arms wrapping sunghoon’s neck as he leans forward to kiss you, his lips muffling your loud moans.

“inside please.” you whisper, moving your legs to wrap around sunghoon’s waist again, watching how his thick eyebrows furrow in concentration when he twitches inside you, hips moving sloppily as he’s not too far from you— eventually stilling his movements to fill you up with his creamy white essence, seeing how you shut your eyes tightly as your chest heaves heavily, letting yourself go, whining when you feel him slip out.

“you’re nasty.” you giggle, seeing sunghoon return with a warm towel to help swipe up the mess on you. “you indulged into it, you’re not any different from me, y/n.” he laughs in response, throwing the towel into his hamper, laying himself down beside you as he pulls his boxers back on. you’re wearing one of his t-shirts, blanket pulled over as you’re ready to doze off.

“so when are you going to take me out on that date you suggested the last time i was here?” you smile, eyes half lidded as you melt into the embrace of his bigger frame.

“whenever you stop playing those silly little games.”

the both of you releasing a fit of laughter, feeling yourself slowly drift off to sleep, thinking about the next time you’re gonna have this with sunghoon.

hai i wrote this for @00kittenz and @pshbites ily both sm, i’m so glad we are friends bcuz of this silly little app. 💓💓

tag: @aewon

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 “𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞” 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐯𝐲𝐲𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦/𝐬𝐮𝐛 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲🤭, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐦-, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐘 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )❤︎︎

“𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦...”

“Don’t be mad.”

Deciding to come clean now with your heart in your ass because he’d find out sooner than later and you knew he’d punish you regardless.

Raising an eyebrow Theseus straightens behind his desk. He’s beginning to realize the nervous look on your face was not because something he’s done, but something you’ve done. “Pet,” he says, the mellow timbre of his deep voice deepening. Watching intensely as it makes you shiver. “What did you do?”

You swallow. “When you were gone over the weekend, I—I couldn’t help it.” Your embarrassment makes you so hot that you flush, a clear indicator that you’re ashamed of what you’re about to admit. “I touched myself. I made myself come.”

Theseus visibly frowns. His dick is throbbing at the thought of you being so desperate that you had to get yourself off without him, even though his rules explicitly forbid it. Mentally praying that he’d go easy on you because it really wasn’t your fault. Or maybe it was and you subconsciously did it on purpose because God did Theseus look good when he was angry.

“Sir, I-”

“Take your clothes off,” he says flippantly.

“Mr Scamander?” You ask dumbly, not entirely sure you heard him correctly as adrenaline combined with arousal lights through your body.

“Take. Them. Off. Disobeying me any more will only worsen your punishment. Is that what you want?” he growls. Your eyes meet his stormy blue ones and you shake your head and start to undress, doing your best to be good for him while his gaze burns into you. Theseus watches from his desk, his cock already pressing hard against his fly but making sure to keep his face as expressionless as possible.

The truth is, he doesn’t really care that much that you touched yourself without his permission. He’s more annoyed about the fact that you told him, and now he has to punish you instead of rewarding you. And it’s not that he doesn’t like punishing you either, because he really, really does. But he’s desperate to taste you come.

The last of your clothes fall to the floor, and you’re naked before him, somehow looking both innocent and tempting.

“Now,” Theseus drawls. “Your punishment.”

Fuck. You’re already tingling and he hasn’t even touched you.

“Are you going to spank me this time, Mr Scamander?” You whisper softly, looking up at him through your lashes, trying not to look too eager.

Theseus considers. “Yes, I think that’ll do quite nicely. Come here, pet. Sit facing me.” Beckoning you with a crook of his index finger and the lazy movement is so effortlessly sexy that you fight the urge to outright beg for him.

Rounding the desk, you sit completely nude on the edge, wearing an expression of confusion. How could he possibly spank you like this? Theseus moves his chair closer to you.

“Feet up,” he says, patting the arms of the chair with his hands. You obey, spreading your legs apart, one foot on either side of him, your twitching cunt wet and open in front of him. Humming lowly, Theseus drags his gaze from your glistening cunt to your hued face.

“You’ve made a mess haven’t you, darling,” he admonishes, tutting lowly at you. “Are you going to enjoy your punishment?”

“No, Sir,” you mutter weakly. It’s a bold faced lie and he knows it.

“I think you will. Now, why don’t you remind me why you’re being punished?” He isn’t raising his voice and he doesn’t sound angry but it’s the condescension in his tone makes you whine.

“Because I disobeyed you.”

“You disobeyed me,” Theseus agrees. “I told you not to touch yourself, but you just couldn’t help yourself.”

“Please Sir, it wasn’t my fault. I was so horny, and then you said I could before you left but I never got to, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. My pussy ached so bad. I had to.”

“You know why that is pet?”

“No sir…”

“Because you’re a slut. A naughty little thing. Aren’t you?” He whispers, full pink lips against yours as your mouth drops open in a shameless moan.

“Yes, Mr Scamander. I’m a slut. I need to be punished.”

“That’s right,” He says. Dropping his eyes back to your pussy. It takes all his self-control not to lean forward and put his mouth on you. Instead he places his hand flat against your mound. Hypersensitive to his touch, you bite your lip.

“You’re going to spank my….?” You trail off, too dazed by the idea to even get the rest out.

Huffing out a chuckle through his nose, Theseus nods. He can feel your slick lips beneath his hand. “Just five,” he murmurs. “For your first real offense.”

“Okay,” you breathe out.

Theseus pulls his hand away and lets it hover between your legs. You tense in excitement, waiting for the blow but still unprepared when Theseus brings his hand down, hard. The sound of the slap, and your answering moan, echo through the room.

“One,” Theseus says. He’ll do the counting for you this time. He plants another stinging slap between your legs, messy strings from your drooling cunt stick to his hand and you gasp sharply, as if trying to hide how much you’re enjoying it. On the third slap you moan again, head rolling back. Nothing could have grounded you for how good getting your pussy spanked would feel. The quick heavy pressure on your clit, the burn that came with and made your leaking hole ache in the best ways. Looking down he sees your skin is now red where his hand falls, pussy lips full and swollen, juices leaking out. You practically squeal on the fourth slap, and Theseus is almost worried someone might hear. He delivers the last slap and you whine, jerking your hips up. Your chest rises and falls dramatically as you try to compose yourself. Fingers grip the edge of the desk tightly, knuckles straining.

“How does it feel?” Theseus asks, faux concern in his voice.

“It stings,” you whine. Pretty doe eyes watering and he swallows.

“Of course it does,” he says licking his lips. Staring at your enflamed pussy, he can’t hold himself back any longer.

“Let me kiss it better.”

He coos before he’s leaning in, pressing his plump lips softly against the red skin above your slit. He scoots his chair further forward and lifts your legs over his shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses down your lips until he reaches your ass.  He slips his tongue into your slit, groaning as your juices coat his tastebuds. The heady scent and taste of her is intoxicating. He moans against a mouthful your pussy and you cry out in return, dizzy and alight with pleasure as he sucks away hungrily at you. The debauched sounds coming from you spurring him on as he licks into you, teasing your entrance. He runs his tongue along your messy hole slowly. The pure desperation to cum has you whining as he circles your clit with his tongue.

“Mr Scamander,” you pant in ecstasy.

Theseus lifts his head for a moment, meeting her eyes. “Theseus,” he tells you. “Call me Theseus.”

“Okay,” you nod. “These— ah,” you’re cut off by your own moan as he sucks on your clit before he backs off a little, flicking the nub in firm lashes, then dragging his tongue back down your slit to your entrance. He kisses you, then drives his tongue in as deep as he can go. The water that was budding in your eyes spill over your hot cheeks as Theseus eats you alive, gasping desperately as you start to hump into his face.

He can feel your thighs start trembling, the sounds you’re making are strained and pathetic, and he realises your trying to hold off your orgasm. Trying to be a good girl for him. The thought sends blood rushing straight to his groin, and his already hard cock becomes even more painful. His balls feeling heavier by the second.

Theseus moves his mouth to your clit again, sucking viciously while your breathing turns into bleating wails uncontrollably. He pops off your soaked cunt to smile indulgently at you. “You can come whenever you want, sweetness,” he says indulgently and you almost fall apart in relief. It only takes another couple seconds of him tonguing your walls and slurping your abused clit for you to come apart. Letting out a wrecked moan, you’re sobbing as your hips grind against his face, liquid squirting out of your pussy and onto his tongue. You’re not even sure your still breathing as the tidal wave of searing pleasure slams over you, mind going completely blank with the intensity of your orgasm.

Fuck. Fuck. You taste better than he even imagined and he adores the way you sound when you cum.

He wants you to taste yourself too, and before he can even think about what he’s doing, he sits up, cum on his tongue, and drags your mouth to his, shoving his tongue in deep, before your orgasm has even subsided. Dazedly you kiss him back, hungry for him.

“Good girl,” he groans into your mouth. Fitting his hand around your throat, making your nerves scatter. “Now thank me. Thank me for correcting your behavior.”

Your teary eyes widen while your heartbeat sinks to your cunt, pulsing so violently that it’s almost painful as your bite your lip and try not go completely dumb for him.

“T-thank you for correcting my behavior..” you warble out brokenly. Theseus smiles gently at you before pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

“You are very welcome, pet.”

OooflordthismanhasmeBACKinhissexyclutchesaaaaaaaaghgggghhhhhhhh

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ😌

[lokorum]

so another year passed and its my birthday again!! surprisingly i drew a lot of landscapes this year?? and i always thought of myself as of "character-centric" person but here we're, spending hours on rendering a single bush ⑅ᵕ_ᵕ̩̩ƪ

but gosh it was a good year nonetheless. a bit weird one but honestly which isn't? thank you for going through it with me! your heartwarming asks, funny comments and ofc delightfully cute tags pulled me out of the stinky-bad-trash-can back to the stinky-good trustworthy, if i may say trash-can more than once!! 

so here's +3 to what we were thinking about all these cursed 12 months aka

sad people, empty spaces

you can support my full-year obsession with cakes here: ┌|゜з゜｜┘

or send me cat memes on instagram here: └｜゜ε゜｜┐

pick your poison! ♡

[rin-fukuroi]

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮! [𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairings: Neuvillette x fem!reader

Warnings: just a little funny fluff~

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Aimer - Kataomoi

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

Happy birthday, the cutest otter in the whole Fontaine (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

You are peacefully turning over the page of your book, lounging in an armchair, when the sound of a door opening and quiet footsteps comes from the hallway. You barely have time to close the book, as your beloved, always calm and collected husband appears on the threshold with two large bags in both hands.

For a moment, he just stands there in the doorway, just like you in the chair, blinking in puzzlement, looking into Neuvillette's mother-of-pearl eyes.

— Neuvi… what is this?

Judex follows your gaze, noticing that you are nodding towards the packages, and raises his eyebrows, returning again to the puzzled expression on your face as you put the book down in the corner of the chair, across which you are sprawled, dangling your legs from the armrest.

— These are gifts.

— Gifts?

— Yes. There's water there.

You open your mouth a little, just looking at your husband in disbelief for a second.

— Did they present you water?

— Yes.

— Two bags of water?

— Yes. Is something wrong?

You turn over, sitting up straight, deciding that such a serious conversation isn't worth continuing in such a relaxed position.

— Why do we need two bags of water, Neuvi? — you sigh, raising an eyebrow.

— But it's all from different places and has different tastes. Isn't it amazing that you don't even have to travel around Teyvat to enjoy the exquisite taste of water, unique in each region? Everallin managed to get water from Natlan from somewhere, and…

— Okay, okay, I get it, — you chuckle softly, getting up from your chair to go to Neuvillette and take the bags of precious gifts from him, leaving them on the table standing not far from the two of you. Then you hurriedly pull out a drawer, taking out something small that you immediately hide behind your back, coming closer to your lover with a playful smile, all the while watching you with a degree of wariness. — You're just going to fall over from what a cool gift I've prepared for you! I swear, even the water from Celestia can't compare to this.

«Will I fall? Is it something dangerous?..»

— Well, I suppose you understand, I'll gladly accept anything from you, Y/N, — Neuvillette clears his throat, nervously adjusting the jabot* on his neck.

— M-m, no, this is something special, you will definitely like it, — you close your eyes, proudly lifting your head and smirking smugly.

Neuvillette almost felt a cold drop of sweat roll down his forehead before you finally abruptly extend your hand from behind your back forward, thrusting it right under the slightly frightened man's nose… Is that an otter?

You peek out from behind a small stuffed toy, lightly pressing on the belly of a blue-white otter holding a pink shell in she's hands, meeting Neuvillette's completely confused gaze, examining the object in your hand.

— Look, it's just like you!

The otter's tiny black eyes look at Neuvillette, and Neuvillette looks at them, continuing to remain silent before still casting an anxious glance at you.

— Me? Are you sure?

— Of course! When I first saw her, I thought that I couldn't find a more perfect gift. Come on, take it!

The Chief Justice hesitantly takes the gift from your hand, giving the stuffed otter one last puzzled look. You could literally hear the spinning gears creaking in his head as he repeated your action and pressed on the soft belly of the toy, which caused your melodious laughter, which finally pulled Neuvillette out of deep thought. No sooner had the man raised his head than your lips gently pressed against his cheek, and your palms rested on Neuvillette's hands, clutching your little gift.

— Happy birthday, Neuvi.

He's definitely very lucky to connect his life with a girl like you.

*jabot is a finishing element for decorating the neckline of a blouse, dress or men's shirt in the form of frills, flounces or ruffles made of fabric or lace running down the chest (or just these little ruffles on the collar of a Neuvillette:D).

[the-kingshound]

Warning inane ramble incoming, it’ll probably be annoying I apologize. (*_ _)人 I spent the last several days reading every post here. I managed to convince myself to start liking some (sorry about that I’m sure it was annoying to get all those notifications) I have this weird thing where I get nervous about liking older posts cuz I mean it’s been a long time and it’s unprompted so that’s weird right? It feels weird like I’m doing something wrong or I’m being annoying, I considered reblogging too but somehow that felt worse? Sorry I am not good with social rules they confuse me both on and offline Idk my brain is wrong and I’m just a nervous socially anxious snail. (＞﹏＜)

Anyways just wanted to gush about how much I love it here and I’m never leaving (´꒳`) ♡ First and foremost Yniol has a special place in my heart they will forever be my favorite bestie (*＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾*), yes I am biased as my partner is grey and though they don’t play IFs they were thrilled to learn about your character! Also your writing is just phenomenal, your fans are fun and creative, your characters give such warm and positive energy I love them so much they’re perfect, the inclusivity is such chefs kiss ( ´ з `) 🤌🏻✨, the angst is delicious, the fluff is so sweet and comforting, the spice is ... very blush-worthy (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄). This has been a journey I laughed, I cried, I giggled, and I blushed and I have enjoyed every bit of it from pasta discourse to Moldien cult wars to Arthur bunnies, I’ve had the most wonderful time. Now my mind is gonna be filled with Arthurian stuff for months my maladaptive daydreaming is having the time of its life I have a road trip next week and I’m so looking forward to just staring out a window for 6+hours while my Hound's just alternating daydream adventures with the cast o(≧▽≦)o. Also speaking of your amazingly wonderful, sweet, and supportive cast I have decided my (though I love them all) favorite poly pairings are Arthur/Morien and whole crew polycule I’d sell my soul for those but I 100% understand why you can’t really do that. I don’t think I have the endurance in me to code a single poly no matter how much I wish it so the fact you’re doing any let alone several is just god tier you are awe inspiring.

Alas I have rambled far far to much I wish I could be more eloquent in expressing just how much I enjoyed experiencing all of this but for now this is the best I can do (╥ω╥). Thank you for sharing your wonderful work it’s truly a gift to experience. ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧ I wish you wealth, health, and all the best in all your creative endeavors. -🐌

No, please please do not apologize. You made my entire week <3 This ask is straight up going into the folder where i keep my motivation to write and to be just a little proud of my work, thank you so so much for sending it.

For anyone having the same thoughts about liking or reblogging old posts: please do it. When I see the notifications, get very giddy and pleased, and I hope you are enjoying the food. Liking, and especially reblogging things, even more so if you add tags and reactons, not only fills me with glee but it also reminds me of old asks that I want to reblog again for new followers. So yeah, I love it, please feel free to go on a liking/reblogging spree!

You are so relatable for the maladaptive daydreaming (this game was absolutely born out of my own mental movies), I wish I could speed up the writing and editing for the next update so you can read it while you travel but I'm afraid it's a lost cause (I have been working on things, even now, but I am currently rewriting like half of it and while it is way better it takes sooo much time and energy). Knowing my characters and story are in someone's thoughts it the best kind of reward I need. I will never likely monetise this game, so this is the thing I wish to leave people with, and I hope the characters can be comforting and keep you company <3

You have no idea how much I would love to write the full polycule... maybe one day :,) But don't lose hope for the Arthur/Morien poly yet, as I decided to cancel the Gwyar/Morien poly and now I have a potentially free slot. In any case, awww, please know that this ask made me so happy today and will be in my thoughts as tkh is in yours.

Please have a lovely day and a lovely week and also a very lovely trip! Thank you again so so much!!

[channoticedmeuwu]

CHOI SOOBIN AS . . . . ARIANA GRANDE'S 34+35 !

🌙 , ε. ＾꒰⁠⑅. . . ⌨️ ↝´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫. 🖇️⁾⁠⁾

p — CHOI SOOBIN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, slightly suggestive, domestic!au (I think), established relationship!au | w — none

a/n — soobin gave me ariana grande positions vibes 🤷‍♀️ I caved, u know me and my soobin agendas..... ++ pls forgive me I'm super sleepy and was feeling emo 😭😭😭

🖇️ READ SOOBIN AS POV !!

cold comforter pulled up till his flushed cheeks, soobin was a drowsy summer night as a person. pink plush lips slightly agape and hooded eyelids, soobin would rest with his forearm on his forehead, slipping into sleep and humming slightly while you talked to him. he'd try nodding, trying to look interested in what you were saying but he couldn't make out a word, too out of it with his eyes threatening to close like that.

so he'd just stare at you up and down, your hands expressing as you spoke, your eyes darting around the room, you rubbing your arms from the cold of the aircon— occasionally flicking your wrist to pull your hair back, which would brush on your face again and again. and he'd find himself in awe, tired smile and giggling with a low voice. and you'd think to yourself damn, he's out of it for real. boy didn't have a care in the world.

and he'd just interrupt you sometimes, his hands finding your waist to pull you closer to him, making you rest your head on his arm as you lay next to him. with your body so close to him, you'd hear the vibrations of his chest everytime he'd reply with a “hmm,” warmth spreading til your cold toes.

and you knew he wasn't listening, when he'd start running his fingers through your hair, bringing his face to rest in the crook of your neck. and you knew he wasn't listening, when you'd feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck as your voice cracked at his contact, fingers circling on your hips. and you knew for a fact that he wasn't listening when he'd start peppering your skin with sleepy kisses, humming at you and asking you to play with his hair.

and eventually, he'd glance up for a breather, lips red n’ puffy and eyes all big, looking at you like you were made for him. it's not that you cared that soobin wasn't listening to you talk at that moment, and he knew that when you smiled at him, thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks as he rolled his eyes back, melting at your touch.

and when he'd actually fall asleep, chest rising and falling, legs thrown over you and your face in his chest— he'd dream about you, about your mannerisms and the feeling in his stomach when you'd trace shapes on his skin. just soobin falling in n’ out of sleep, waking up in the middle of the night, so fucking dazed that he'd forget that you were literally huddled against him. the lights were still on, the aircon wasn't adjusted to a comfortable temperature, and the humidifier was buzzing at it's loudest setting. but he didn't care, not when you'd sleep soundly, eyes moving behind your closed eyelids as your cheeks were dusted pink, timed gushes of warmth on his chest as you'd let out breaths. and he'd think he was the luckiest boy in the world, so beyond it all, he'd think he's hearing stars twinkling in the night.

and he'd feel like he's falling in love with you all over again when you'd rustle at the sudden lack of warmth when he left the bed to shut the lights. the night lamp illuminating his favorite parts about your face, your eyebrows furrowed as you lifted your head, glancing around to see why your arms suddenly felt empty. and he'd coo—even in your sleepy state, you could hear him smiling as he called from across the room in a sore voice, “m’ right here, sweetheart.”

ε♡з BONUS — pov & positions !

choi soobin wasn't a people pleaser, nor would he go out of his way to adjust others in his time. he was too packed for that, embarrassed but blunt when he'd refuse, suggesting another time.

but for you, fuckin’ christ— the way you'd smile at him, asking if he could spend time with you at the mall that day, or the way you'd link your hands with his when you wanted to take a drive around the city in the evening with him, or if he could distract you from something that was particularly stressful for you— shit had him on his fucking knees. for you, he felt like there was nothing in this world that he wouldn't do if you wanted it.

he'd see you eye a particular type of flower for longer than usual when you'd pass by a florist's shop, and expect a bouquet in your arms by the evening. he'd see the way your fingers scratch against the material of a dress, clearly hesitant, he'd buy it for you as a gift when you'd celebrate any occasion. soobin wasn't rich, hell, he wasn't fucking near that. but knowing that you were there to soothe his shoulders when he needed you to, to allow him to be vulnerable with you when he needed to be, to have someone to come to when he'd spend yet another day, too busy to even eat lunch— it was just a little something he wanted to do for you.

and he'd see your scowl as you'd smack his arm, lecturing him about spending too much on flowers that would wilt anyway, or a dress that would probably never get worn the way it was cut in the most suggestive areas. but it didn't bother him, not when he'd see that your eyes were not at all serious, bright n’ beautiful, staring at him with pretend anger because he knows you wanted it. and he'd tell you to stop worrying about it, because he knew you're not about to show that you obviously liked the gift.

and he'd see you arranging the flowers in a vase as he'd walk past the end of the hall. you hadn't noticed him yet; you were carefully touching the petals and feeling the texture on your fingertips, breathing in the scent and slightly snipping off the thorns, if any. and you wore a smile, a smile he knew all too well, eyes absorbing every outline and shadow the flowers made.

and he'd walk into the room and hear you sigh in frustration from the bathroom, door which was left open by you, and see you struggle to zip up the dress he bought from the back. lips pressed together in focus, you just couldn't do it, not when the zipper kept slipping from your fingers. so he'd walk up to you silently, helping you zip it up as he held your hair back with one hand. and he'd see you hold back a smile at the way it looked on you��perfect.

and when you'd finally face him again before bed, you'd thank him, thank him with such genuinity that he thought he was going to die if he didn't feel your lips against his own. muttering over and over that you didn't need to thank him, not at all. why should you, when you do so much for him, know what to do when he needs you, know where to take him when he's alone—know how to love him and make him feel loved?

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[cutiedwaekki]

SKZOO MAID CAFE

kinktober special fic

summary : were chan decide to visit a special maid cafe , highly popular for their special maid

content : feeding , hand feeding , mention of breaking furnitures , SFW , mention of sex in public , tight clothes

i hope this year i'll be able to finish this kinktober lol

Also don t hesitate to tell me your opinion on it i'll be glad to hear it

Enjoy ♡

(^з^)-☆

Chan had often been easily persuaded by his friends to go out, but this time, he found himself in a completely different situation. His friends had been teasing him for weeks about this special café, and now that he stood in front of the "SKZOO Maid Café," he hesitated.

The place was already very popular, known for its curvy maids who embodied beloved animals. It wasn’t your typical maid café. Here, people didn’t come just for the food or the attentive service. No, it was a unique, even unsettling, experience where the maids, all big, fat men, added to the charm of the place.

Chan took a deep breath before stepping through the door. The bell above the entrance rang softly, announcing his arrival. Immediately, the atmosphere engulfed him. The interior was cozy, warm, bathed in dim lighting that gave the place a soft, intimate feel. A few customers were already seated, visibly comfortable in this peculiar setting.

As he moved forward, Chan observed the maids in action. His eyes first fell on Changbin, the maid representing a mix of pig and a bunny. His body was massive, with a large, imposing belly that he clearly took pride in. His muscular arms appeared even stronger alongside his roundness. Changbin was serving a customer Chan immediately recognized: Hyunjin, one of his friends.

Hyunjin and Changbin had a visibly very... tactile relationship. Chan saw them exchange knowing smiles, their gestures more intimate than the usual service in a café. Changbin placed a plate in front of Hyunjin, and at that moment, their gazes met in a way that made Chan blush. He quickly looked away, uncomfortable having witnessed such a private moment, though it didn’t stop him from following them with his eyes.

He was surprised to see Hyunjin abruptly stand up and whisper something to Changbin, who nodded before accompanying him to the back of the café. Hyunjin stopped just in front of the restroom, casting a final glance around to ensure no one was following. Chan, driven by a curiosity he barely acknowledged, discreetly followed them, pretending he needed to wash his hands.

Once inside, he heard muffled whispers coming from one of the stalls. His heart racing, he realized Hyunjin and Changbin were kissing passionately, their bodies entwined in a stolen moment. Chan quickly backed out, wondering what he had just witnessed, and hurried out of the restroom. He hadn’t expected to discover this kind of dynamic when he came here.

Trying to calm down, he returned to his table, but this time, his attention was drawn to another scene. Jisung, the quokka maid, was serving a young man Chan also knew: Seungmin. Unlike the warm interaction between Changbin and Hyunjin, this one seemed much more distant, at least on Seungmin’s side. He sipped his coffee, appearing completely uninterested in what was happening around him.

However, Jisung seemed thrilled to have him as a customer. As he set a large plate of cakes in front of Seungmin, he exclaimed with a wide smile:

“You’re finally back, Minnie! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he said, batting his eyelashes, clearly delighted to see Seungmin again.

Seungmin barely lifted his eyes from his phone and merely nodded nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Jisung wasn’t discouraged by the cold response. He lightly perched on the edge of the table, his hands under his chin, eyes sparkling.

“You know, you could smile a little. It’d make me happy,” he added, tilting his head almost pleadingly.

Seungmin sighed softly, but a faint smile eventually broke through.

“Alright, alright, I’m glad to be here.”

Jisung burst into laughter, satisfied, and went back to his duties, his belly bouncing slightly with each step. Chan smiled at the interaction. Despite Seungmin’s distant demeanor, he seemed to enjoy Jisung’s company, even if he refused to admit it openly.

Then, turning his head, Chan spotted Felix, the "thinnest" maid, though still with voluptuous curves. He had just finished serving a table and had discreetly retreated to a corner. He sat with a sigh, his hips and thighs clearly outlined by the tight costume he wore. Chan watched as Felix discreetly loosened the strings of his apron, muttering to himself.

“This thing is really getting too tight these days…”

Felix sighed and let out a small amused laugh before standing up again to return to his service. Chan couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for him. Each maid here seemed completely comfortable with their body, despite their roundness, and Chan wondered how they could have such confidence.

But just as he was lost in thought, a soft yet mischievous voice pulled him out of his reverie.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Chan jumped. Felix was now standing right in front of him, a smile on his lips. He must have been watching him for a while, waiting for Chan to notice.

“Oh, uh… I was just looking at the menu…” Chan stammered, fidgeting in his seat.

Felix gave him an encouraging smile and nodded before discreetly walking away, but not without giving him one last playful wink.

With slightly sweaty hands, Chan tried to focus on the menu. He knew he had to choose a maid, but which one? His heart beat faster as he glanced at the four maids scattered around the room. Each had a unique presence, but his gaze kept returning to Minho.

Minho was the most corpulent of the group, a majestic, imposing rabbit with a distinct double belly and thick thighs. He walked slowly, almost deliberately, as if he knew exactly the effect he had on those around him. His wide hips swayed slightly with each step, and despite his size, there was a feline grace in his movements. The more Chan looked at him, the more he felt a knot of anxiety form in his stomach.

He took a deep breath, trying to summon some courage. “I’ll choose Minho,” he finally whispered to himself.

A few moments later, Minho approached, a playful smile on his lips. He leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“You didn’t look at me much earlier,” he said softly, with a teasing grin. “Are you already ignoring me?”

Chan felt his cheeks flush red and quickly lowered his gaze.

Chan felt his stomach tighten as Minho sat across from him, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. He had always been easily intimidated by people with such confidence, but with Minho, it was more than that. There was something magnetic about him, something in the way he moved, the way he spoke, that left Chan completely disarmed.

Minho rested his elbows on the table, leaning slightly forward, his soft belly pressing against the edge. His gaze never left Chan, and a playful smile still hovered on his lips.

“So, Chan… what brings you here?” he asked, his voice soft but laced with a hint of teasing. “It’s your first time in a place like this, isn’t it? I can see it in your face.”

Chan blinked, slightly caught off guard by the direct question.

“Well… yes,” he replied, glancing away slightly. “I… my friends told me about this café, and I thought that…”

Minho chuckled softly, cutting him off before he could finish.

“Ah, so your friends dragged you here? You don’t seem like the type to come on your own.”

Chan squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable under Minho’s piercing gaze.

“No, it’s not that... I guess I was just curious.”

Minho raised an eyebrow, his smile widening.

“Curious? Curious about what? Me, perhaps?”

Chan’s face heated up instantly. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Minho seemed amused by his embarrassment and continued, resting his chin on one hand.

“So, why me then? Why choose me? I’m sure Felix or Jisung caught your eye too, didn’t they?” he asked, casting a glance at his colleagues who were serving other customers.

“I... I don’t know,” Chan stammered, unable to find an answer that wouldn’t give him away completely. “It’s just that… you seem… interesting.”

Minho laughed again, this time louder, attracting a few glances from around the café.

“Interesting, huh?” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You like me, don’t you?”

Chan quickly shook his head, too embarrassed to respond directly, but he couldn’t help smiling shyly. Minho seemed to enjoy teasing him, and it wasn’t likely to stop anytime soon. Finally, Minho lightly tapped the menu with his fingers, changing the subject to ease Chan’s discomfort.

“Alright, let’s order something. Have you looked at the menu yet?”

Chan nodded slightly.

“A little... but I don’t really know what to get.”

Minho smiled, then leaned in closer, so much so that Chan could feel the warmth emanating from his large body. He went over the menu with Chan, explaining each dish with a sort of casual expertise.

“So, there’s the big chocolate cake—it’s a classic. Super moist, but if you take more than a bite, you might not be able to move afterward.” He winked. “Then there’s the pancakes, but they’re huge, with way too much whipped cream. Perfect for anyone with a serious sweet tooth.”

Chan listened carefully, but he found it hard to focus on the menu. His gaze kept drifting to Minho, watching the way his lips moved as he spoke, the way his broad shoulders seemed even larger as he leaned in. Every movement Minho made seemed calculated to hold his attention.

“And finally, the pudding,” Minho announced with a certain pride in his voice. “My favorite. Ultra-creamy, perfectly sweet, and so big that no one can finish it alone. Except me, of course.”

He chuckled lightly, and Chan felt a strange pressure build in his stomach. Before he could think too much about it, he nodded.

“Okay, I’ll have the pudding.”

Minho grinned, satisfied, then placed the order. A few minutes later, a waitress brought over the dessert, and Chan was shocked by the size of the portion.

“Oh my God…” he breathed, unable to hold back his reaction.

The pudding was gigantic. It was overflowing with whipped cream, with a mountain of caramelized fruits piled on top. It was a true work of art, but also a calorie bomb.

“Impressive, right?” Minho commented with a smirk. “I told you. Too big for you, but just right for me.”

Chan couldn’t help but look at Minho in admiration. As he took his first bite, he was immediately overwhelmed by the rich, sweet flavor. But after only a few spoonfuls, he realized there was no way he could finish it on his own.

“Minho… I can’t eat all this,” Chan admitted, setting down his spoon.

Minho laughed, clearly pleased.

“I knew you couldn’t,” he said, opening his mouth wide with a playful smile. “Come on, feed me.”

Chan’s heart raced. It was so unexpected, but strangely exciting. His hand trembled slightly as he scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Minho’s mouth. Minho let out a satisfied sigh as he swallowed, his lips slowly closing around the spoon.

“Hmm… perfect,” he murmured. “Keep going.”

Chan obeyed, unable to take his eyes off Minho, completely mesmerized by the way he savored each bite. Every time Chan brought the spoon closer, Minho smiled in that satisfied, teasing way, his eyes sparkling with mischief. With each spoonful, Chan felt his heart beat a little faster.

Eventually, after several bites, Minho patted his round belly, which looked even fuller now.

“Ah, that’s enough... I’m really stuffed now.”

Chan let out a nervous laugh, unable to hide his excitement. He knew the café rules clearly stated that touching the maids was forbidden, but Minho, as if reading his thoughts, took Chan’s hand and gently placed it on his full belly.

“Go on, give it a little rub. I won’t say anything,” he whispered with a playful wink.

With trembling hands, Chan began to gently rub Minho’s full stomach. The warmth radiating from his body, the soft, plush feeling under his fingers... It was almost too much for him. Minho closed his eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Ahh… that feels good,” he murmured.

Chan’s heart was racing. It was so intimate, so bold. He never imagined he’d find himself in such a situation when he came here. After a few moments, Minho slowly opened his eyes, a satisfied smile still on his lips.

“Thank you, Chan,” he said softly, his voice low and warm.

As the moment came to an end, Minho straightened up slightly and pulled out a small notebook from his pocket. He quickly scribbled something on the bill before sliding it over to Chan.

“I’ll leave the bill with you,” he said with a mischievous smile.

Chan hesitated, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw what was written on it. Just below the total, Minho had written his phone number.

“If you want to see me after work… you know where to find me,” he added with a wink before getting up to attend to another customer.

Chan sat there, holding Minho’s number in his hand, his heart still racing.

Now he understng better why his friend tell him this would be a life changing experience

[sasagehoes]

THE NECROMANCER

Chapter I; Adventus𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Brandon Star x fem! reader

𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱;; Leaving home to escape a fate worse than death was ideal, yet is it really worth all the pain and suffering that'll come from that decision instead?

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a/n; Hello! This is my first time publishing here on tumblr, I'm really exited to start this series, I hope people enjoy it! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ [English is not my mother tongue so please be patient]

CW; This series contains a LOT of sensitive topics. Just like the show, there will be individual warnings for each chapter, I'm not responsible for what you read.

Mentions of rape/ arranged marriage/ child abuse/ graphic depictions of gore / it's a GOT story..Just be prepared for the worst

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The winds of Winterfell were as cold as ever when Lady Stark received a crow with a message attached.

The seal being from a house in Braavos, House Corvus, inside this letter, there was a betrothal proposal, the youngest daughter of their house to Winterfell's second youngest, Brandon Stark.

"I feel it could be a great advantage to join the two houses, our connections to lands in Essos are little if not unexistent" Said Catelyn Stark.

Lord Stark sighed. "I'll speak with Brandon. See what he says." She nodded and went outside to see her boys practicing archery.. one failing a bit miserably.

𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

Eddard thought this would be a great opportunity to talk to Bran about the situation right after slaughtering a bear!

"Bran, have you heard of house Corvus perchance?" he asked, looking at him. Brandon thought for a second,"I think I might have, but it's located in Braavos, so I don't know much." He answered

Lord Stark nodded "Well we got word from them today, a crow brought a letter" the younger hummed with curiosity, "A marriage proposal, to wed you and their youngest daughter, once the both of you become of age" he continued.

Bran's eyes went wide and stopped walking. "What if I say no? I've never even heard of them that well, even less of their daughter!" he spoke clearly distraught.

"We have some time to decide, and you can always say no if you meet her and end up not liking her, but just think about the things Winterfell can benefit from this union"

His father added. Bran didn't respond and just kept walking, making his father sigh

𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

"Robb, do me a favor, could you?"

he asked as he saw his oldest walking around the estate. "Everything okay, father?" he answered

"Everything is alright. I'm sure your mother told you about the marriage proposal for Brandon. Could you go talk to him ?"

Robb chuckled and replied, "He's not very fond of the idea, hm? I'll go talk with him" and left to go look for him.

𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

The eldest Stark walked around the halls looking for his little brother just as he spotted him, sitting on the floor, the younger said

"You're here to convince me about marrying some stranger, aren't you?"

Robb sighed as he sat on the floor next to his brother

"Yes I am, Bran, listen, if it were different people, they wouldn't have told you until she was on our doorstep," he said before continuing

"And if what I have heard about the women of bravos is true, you might want to accept that proposal," he said with a grinn

with that Bran looked up at him "what have you heard" he said

"Why dont you go ask Theon, yes?"

𓅨˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

"They say if you marry a Bravoosi woman you might be the luckiest or most doomed bastard in the seven kingdoms " Theon said with a smirk

Brandon's eyes shined with curiosity

"Why so?" he asked

"The women of Braavos have beautiful dark hair that shine with the sun, and although their climate is humid and cold they have sun kissed skin"

Robb said making Bran smile ever so slightly.

Theon joined in "I've heard that their hips are made to bear healthy heirs, broad and we'll rounded hips, perfect for grabbing in the midst of-" he stopped to chuckle once he noticed Bran's flushed cheeks

"You'll cross the bridge when you get there"

"But why would I be a doomed bastard?" Brandon asked awkwardly

"She'd leave you dry - ouch!" Theon said before getting cut off by Catelyn hitting the back of his head

"Don't fill his head with scum. He's far too young!" she said, which only made the oldest laugh

"He'll be a man soon enough," Robb said, ruffling Bran's hair before leaving, Theon by his side.

"Off you go, little man, go to your lessons with maester Luwin," Lady Stark said, and the boy complied with a small pout.

₊ ⊹𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐚₊ ⊹

The winds started to get rather cold at sea, you had expected that since it was indeed the north where your betrothed lived

he was your chance at living a life without the fear of getting murdered by your own people for something that was out of your control.

The boat was filled with an indescribable emptiness, the spirits were low, you wanted to be left alone, still processing everything that had happened in the place you called home.

your mother had instructed that no man except for the Maester boarded the ship for you and your sister's safety. Yet not many wanted to embark the journey fearing of what would happen once they returned, only a few of the remaining loyal helpers of your mother accompanied you and your sister.

It had been weeks since you fled the castle, weeks since you heard the news of the death of your sister, weeks since you heard the voice of your brother.

you sat on your cabin looking at the floor, as your mind trailed to cries of your older brother, screaming at our father

"How could you let that happen to your daughter!" he screamed

"It was the best for the kingdom," your father said stoic in his throne. Your brother stood up and walked over to him. "She was raped! Then she took! her own life! how was that the best for the kingdom, you just let it happen?!!"

"Are you alright?" A voice took you out of your trance, your sister

you looked up at her and smiled

"Yes, of course" you said

she took your hand in hers and made you go up to the deck, "We are almost there.. Just two more days and you'll be safe," she said, holding your shoulders

you stared at her eyes, as tears started to well on yours. "What about you - will you be safe?" you say trough sobs she squeezed your shoulders "I will I,promise" she grinned but you knew, her eyes betrayed her.

It was only a matter of time before everyone knew that the necromeancers of Bravoos were back.

𓅨

When I woke up, my sister was standing next to my bed. "We have arrived dear, winter awaits" she said gently.

As she left, I stood up and went to look for the attire, I lingered infront of my trunk for a couple of seconds before deciding on the dress I would wear, I hadn't really thought much about it, while leaving Braavos, the only thing in my mind was not getting killed. Yet now that I looked at it - it's not very suitable for the weather in Winterfell

It's not so different to Braavos, but unlike there, the cold weather is not constant, the warm weather is enjoyed and well as the cold

,here, however, no matter how hard you try, the reminder that you're so far up north you feel it in your nails.

And although the winter has yet to come, the cold air fills your lungs and it stays, and it burns, and it won't come out until it is you that gets used to it, used to the cold.

You left your cabin all dressed up and were met with your sister and the Maester. On the deck packing some stuff, on your far left you could see some men proudly holding the banner of their house.

A direwolf decorates them, the animal of their house flowing with the wind as they get closer. You could make out what you guessed was the lord of Winterfell, Eddard Stark, from what you've heard.

They stopped as they waited to take you and your sister to Castle Ward, where you would be spending your life once you become of age.

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[nabexis]

Guess my newest hyperfixation is Val, sorry everyone who followed me for other stuff, I'm Val Serano Skyrim posting now.

Get out while you still can (つ✧ω✧)つ (Gushing below the Readmore, image descriptions in Alt Text)

"Are you serious? Right in front of my Hoarker loaf?"

I just wanna say, something I love about Val is he's not subtle about always looking at the Dragonborn. No matter where they're standing his attention is on them. They saved him from certain death, so it makes sense that he's intrigued by them.

Look at him. He's smitten. I hadn't even started the romance quest at this point and he keeps looking at the LDB like they're the only other person in the world. That's [chef's kiss] romance. (ﾉ´ з `)ノ♡

He's so unsubtle its funny. And ofc the LDB is sitting there wondering about him during the romance quest like "I don't know if he likes me uwu" which in and of itself is funny. I love watching romances where one or both parties are stupid about each other but haven't realized it yet.

Look at that sunset. Skyrim. It's got great sunsets.

Another thing I love is how much he's commentating about things that are happening or speaking to NPCs without changing or editing their dialogue much. It seems the author is VERY good at splicing lines to feel natural so Val fits right into the world of Skyrim without feeling like he's completely taking over. I think my one qualm is he doesn't have much in the way of interaction with other custom followers, but it does seem that older followers aren't being worked on that much or their authors have stopped updating, so it makes sense. I did find it funny that Lucien Flavius is mentioned (by a Sheogorath Hat that makes fun of Val for various things) and he wasn't even in my party at that point, I'd already dropped him at Dumzbathar to end that part of his quest.

I hope he does get some interaction in the future, as it seems like there's a lot of potential for him to mesh well with other custom followers.

You've got something on your face. Probably dried bandit blood. Let me get that for you.

There's also a lot to be said here for variety of choices. This mod allows you to actively choose a rocky relationship with this guy, and the mod is aware of that fact. I love that! What a new and interesting way to write a romance mod. It gives it more drama. Now I say this as I've chosen the "lovey dovey" path where the relationship is not rocky, but I am SO EXCITED to make a character where the relationship doesn't go as smoothly.

I have much more to say about this mod (and MANY more screenshots to share!) But I have to go to bed now so I'll do more Val posting later probably.

If you want to know what mods I used here's a spreadsheet link. Unfortunately last I checked the mod repository I used to use is down, so sheets it is.

Have some more of Val's unsubtle staring for the road. The Dragonborn lives rent free in his head just as much as he lives rent free in mine, it seems.

[jjunieworld]

cant remember if it was the great bake off or all for a bet that brought me here, but i do remember reading through your entire masterlist that same night on my old account 😭

NICO HAIIII!!!! ♡ ♡ WAITTT omg!!! the great bake off and all for a bet,,, this is so crazy

hehe stop that’s so funny i cant believe you read through my whole masterlist that’s insane thank you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ♡ i’m happy they reeled you in enough to stay and that we became moots!! ♡ ♡ it’s crazy cause a lot of people have told me before that they were brought here from all for a bet or the great bake off like omg are you guys ogs???? insane

ahh but for your works it was entombed!!! demon!yunho… giggles, kicks feet, and twirls hair (´ω｀*) i need to go back and reread it cause i read it sooo long ago

[kittykittyanon]

Kitty kitty bo bitty banana fanna funfetti!! 🎉🌟 Woooo!! *pops a whole bunch of edible party streamers!! [psst! they taste like creamsicles and chocolate! 😋🍊🍫]*

Aaaaaaa, so. Folds hands in front of me like a businessman ladden with a suppressed genre of woe. i missed the timeframe of your birthday wishes, and I feel sads about it :(( but mostly 💢annoyed💢 because as aforementioned:

🗣i had an entire coded date reminder of it in my calendar. and that b didn't GO OFF.🗣

maybe it's these motorola phones mayne,,, i'm bouta switch over to Samsung–

BUT ANYWAYSSSUUUHH. Never mind that :') I'm here now!! Let's talk about the real star of the show here. Gazes upon you fondly, tangerines and little bubbles and hearts suddenly surrounding my aura as I take in your existence. 🧡

Oh my Kitkat, no words can begin to express the absolute adoration in which I hold for you. I know we haven't known each other long! But the familiarity and warmth you have displayed to be and continue to really makes it feel like we've been friends for five-ever!! [*leans in and whispers* because that's longer than forever /silly!! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )]

I never expected to become friends with such a baby face angel such as yourself, but that's usually how the bestest friendships are forged, no? By spontaneous combustion!! We're a heartbeat explosion of starry stuff and soul sister love in the endless sky!! ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

What I'm saying is, I love you and everything you stand for. And I am squishing you in every cinnamoroll hug you could ever feel, ever!! Thank you for coming into my orbit, and I can only hope on all the stars in the universe that my own has even a sliver of a positive and love-filled impact on yours as it did mine. 🫶🫶

/) /) (\ (\ ( . . ) ( . . ) ( づ♡⊂ ) 🫧💗✨ <<< look!! it's us!! yay!! (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭🫂❤️

You're just a sweet little wonder and I am so so endlessly grateful to call you my friend. My sweet little baby sis!! Just know that I love you so so much!! I love you!!!! Happy happy birthday, cute little orange blossom cupcake! And cheers to one of the greatest days in the history of EVER!! 🧡🥂✨

🌟。💕。🤗 🍀 。🎁 。🎉 🍾 🌟 ✨。＼｜／。🌺 🎉 Happy 🥰 🎈 🍸 Birthday ! 🥂 💜。／｜＼。💎 。🍀。 🌹。🎉。 🌟。 😊。 🎶

♥♥��♪Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪ Happy Birthday dear Kit Kit!!!!! ♥♥♫♪ Happy Birthday to you!! ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪ ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪

[oh! and that cute little orange divider is courtesy of one @plutism !! it's so you, is it not? ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ got major ' you ' vibes from it. tho it may just be me!! teehee 😚😁]

((uwah!!! this was sent 10th february!!!!! i saw it but i didn't have time to respond (つω`｡)))

AW FUCK YEAH EDIBLE STREAMERS LETS GO!!!!! (briefly, you watch me jump to eat them out of the air. ...i miss, several times.)

[ueueueee!! IT IS LONGER THAN FOREVER!!]

[omigosh!! it's literally us!!!!!]

AWWWHWHAGAWSAEEWEWWWWW THE INTERWEAVING OF SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTIONS TO REFERENCE MY EXPLOSIVE TENDENCIES WAAAHHHHH I LOVE YOUUU!!! UWOOOHHHH YOU REALLY THOUGHT OF EVERYTHINGGG!! 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

and just to put the silliness away for a bit,, you never ever EVER have to hope you had an impact on me!! because undeniably,, you did. and you still do.

never doubt that you've had a positive influence on me, zeep. i have never, and never will regret meeting you. (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

*whisper whisper* c'mere,, c'mere!!! i'll tell you a secret,, but you gotta keep it TIP TOP PRIVATE okay soldier!?!??!! i love you. like,, genuinely. i am proud and absolutely delighted to call you my friend. legitimately, no joke,, just thinking of you makes me happy. the impact of your words and your interactions and even your very presence in and of itself is something i will never be able to put into words. you fill the little hole in me,, oddly shaped like a sister and a close friend all mixed up into a cacophony of something utterly fond and incomprehensible in the best way possible. i cradle you close to my heart and smooth my hand over your head,, you brightened up my life without even knowing it. and me, personally,, i think that just goes to show how amazing you are, filled with joy and determination and courage i can't and couldn't seem to see the end of, even if i tried. it'll be okay, zeep. you are funny, and smart, and a sunshine in every sense of the word, even when you're not doing anything at all. you don't know how loved you are. may that little fire in you keep burning for the rest of however long you want it to, may life bring you good things. because you deserve them. all of them.

i wish for the best for you,,, and that you'll get everything you've ever wanted in the whole wide world,, that you'll get loooaaaads of *totally not stolen /j* money,, that you'll get to live the life you want and sleep well at night!! may you be covered in friendly purring cats and many, many oranges you sweet soul!! RAAAAHHHH!! *okay whisper over!!*

thanks for letting me bump into you like a silly jellyfish in the middle of a deep sea exhibit,, zeepie!! I LOVE YOU TOOO!!! (≧◡≦) ♡ (≧◡≦) ♡ (≧◡≦) ♡

[OOOOH!!! it's so silly!! very bright and verrryyy orange!! considering my whole blog theme is a mix of warm colors leaning on orange,, i get that!! very silly,, very kitty!!!!!]

love,, the kitty kitty anon that invaded your inbox ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[mannenminerheitsomfaen]

hii! I'm new on this platform, and here are some things about me (warning may be extremely boring ( ͡°³ ͡°) I'm 16 and miss the old days on here lol(´✪ω✪`)♡i am funny when you get to know me better, I'm here for anyone going through something ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ my friends call me a therapist 🧨 I live in Norway and is better at english ( ͡°〓 ͡°)im very bad at math 📐📊📚 I hate school it's a mess everyday 💻♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I love salad and yoga(*＾＾*)// my safe place is outside in the nearby woods (I might sound like a freak but I promise you, I'm not) I'm a stupid blonde girl who has no potential in anything and I'm prepared to never come anywhere in life, but Yolo ig(๑'ᴗ')ゞ and yeah that's pretty much it, I'm just a typical white girl who has too much things in her head to remember anything helpful and smart(^з^)-☆Chu!!

[sri-rachaa]

here with some oc asks!!!

if you already answered this somewhere, I apologize sksksk my memory is failing me

but, how did ah'den meet rennie and kaz? im gussing rennie and Paz knew each other before with them both being reapers, but how did the trio become a triooo 👀

TY RAEE (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡

hehehehe THANK YOU HALA >:33 <33333

This is probably gonna be a long one, and a very lore heavy one. The backstory of Kaz / Ah'den and Kaz / Rennie in 1000 words.

(Apologies for not making it Rennie / Ah'den, alas Kaz/Rennie meeting plays a much larger part in the story ;u;)!

Ah'den meets Kaz first. 1944.

When a reaper is turned, one of three things can happen.

1. Their body immediately rejects their core, killing them within the first week.

2. Their body recognizes the fact that the core could potentially be dangerous if immediately acted upon, so it forces it to lie dormant for about a decade to only contribute to maintaining the body until its properly settled in and theres no possibility of the core overtaking the body.

3. The core does not lie dormant, overtakes the body and causes the reaper to go grim.

Kaz was the third case.

Only about a week or so of being turned, Cassius went grim; Grim being the state a reaper goes into when the core completely takes over their body and conscious, driving the reaper to do nothing but continuously kill to feed itself. Typically, when reapers go grim, their are immediately hunted down and killed- as every past case of reverting a reaper back to their humane form has ended in failure.

Although, when accruing who was going to uptake the mission, Ah'den actually intervened and proposed a plan for his own experiment:

Let him try to revert the reaper back to their original state. If it comes to it, and it fails, he'll take the responsibility of killing him himself.

And, well, His plan was approved. Ah'den hunted Kaz down, and after a bit of a fight and a goose chase was able to finally corner him in the proper place.

[Now, for the nitty gritty part of how he did it: Ah'den reverted to his own natural form, back into his plasma-like seraphic form, and quite literally reached into Cassius and tore his core out completely. He allowed a couple of minutes to pass for his body to reset, though not too much time for the left-over magic keeping his body alive to run out- then successfully put his core back into him.]

And, just like that, Ah’den successfully pulled off the impossible, and Cassius was back into his own mind.

The years following were rough for Kaz, as he remembered all the horrendous things he did as a reaper. Ah’den felt partly responsible for the fact Kaz has to experience such a load of guilt and thus decided to stay with him for a couple short years. To not get way too far into detail: What wasn’t exactly planned, though, was how close these two were going to grow in those short few years- and eventually those years grew way more than a few.

Kaz meets Rennie first. 2020.

Rennie becomes a reaper, and makes it past case 1 as mentioned above.

The first people to catch wind of a new reaper was an empowered government head and his office, him being a dream walker named Andrew Doxon. At the time, Kaz was currently working a mission alongside Han Sunja out in Europe- although by contract the government was required to notify Cassius immediately if any Reaper is found.

Andrew didn’t do that. Well, he made it seem like he did. Him and his office forged a rejection letter from Cassius, making it seem as though Kaz himself was notified and rejected taking Rennie under his wing in contrast to his contract. Instead, Andrew and his office blocked all communication from a new reaper being found from outside their immediate organization.

Why though?

Reapers are insane war machines. If you have a reaper on your side, you basically have the power at your fingertips. Except, other governments also had reapers as well, they needed something more than the typically reaper.

So they had a theory. Force a reaper to go grim, tame it, and use its power.

They kept their plans and plots secret from all other corners of the organization outside of Andrew’s immediate office, making it seem as if Renha at the time was being pushed through typical newborn reaper conditioning and training.

Rennie was the second case as I mentioned, where the core had laid dormant for protective measures. So, by constant rough and abusive training and provoking it, Andrew’s inevitable end game was to break that protective measure and through Rennie into the Grim stage.

Going through months of abusive “training”, Rennie started to notice very much something was wrong- so she had gone to the director of Seraphic and Reaper Operations, who she had become familiar with at this point, Genevieve La Fouriniere. She practically broke down in front of Genevieve, even admitting the things she wasn’t permitted to share- one of which being the Rejection Letter written and signed by Cassius Cage.

Genevieve knew Cassius. Since the day he was set under her watch after being reverted back by Ah’den in the 1940’s.

She knew him well. And she also knew there’s no way in hell he wrote that.

So. She whistle blew.

One letter, and one undercover plane ride across the Atlantic, her plan began to unfold.

So, That next week, when coming home, Rennie walked into her apartments kitchen- finding Cassius Cage leaning against her counter waiting for her.

And that’s where they met.

Again, to explain the aftermath of this would take another 1,000-2,000 words so ill withhold for today, but hopefully soon I’ll be able to elaborate further! :3

[cutiedwaekki]

Golden Hour

kinktober special fic

summary : it was the best moment for perfect pictures , and Seonghwa know it

contain : weight gain, self appreciation, femboy (?), narcissistic Seonghwa because he deserves it

MY FIRST ATEEZ FIC !!! CAN YOU REALIZE ???

like it's not i don't like the group or i don't stan them , honestly i knew them way before skz lol

Idk i just get so used to write skz , so please don't be afraid to request fkc with other group (boygroup or girlgroup)

also funfact : seonghwa is my mom's bias

Enjoyy ♡

(^з^)-☆

"Hongjoong, you're going to be late if you don't leave now," Seonghwa said, looking up from his phone. His gaze met that of his lover, already impeccably dressed in a dark grey suit, his tie slightly loosened. Hongjoong's eyes were tired but determined. Another long day of meetings awaited him.

Hongjoong sighed as he adjusted the watch on his wrist. "I know, I know. But you know how much I hate leaving without saying a proper goodbye."

Seonghwa smiled softly at him, a tender glimmer in his eyes. "Don't worry about me. Everything will be fine. I'll be here when you get back. Now go, or you'll miss your meeting."

Hongjoong nodded before stepping closer and placing a kiss on Seonghwa's lips, a gesture that was gentle, familiar, but always filled with passion. Seonghwa felt a wave of warmth flood through his body as he briefly caressed his partner’s neck. Then, without another word, Hongjoong grabbed his keys and headed for the door, casting one last glance back.

"I love you," Hongjoong whispered before stepping out.

"I love you too," Seonghwa replied, though his lover was already gone.

After reassuring Hongjoong and closing the door behind him, Seonghwa found himself alone in their peaceful apartment. He took a deep breath, savoring the quiet.

Today, he had finished his household chores earlier than usual. The floor was spotless, the shelves dusted, and the dishes neatly stored away in the cupboards. He sat on the couch for a moment, letting the calm wash over him, but soon, his mind drifted to his secret ritual, a gentle excitement rising within him.

He glanced at the clock: The golden hour was approaching. A smile spread across his lips as he stood up, heading directly to their bedroom. He particularly loved this time of day, when the light kissed the walls, creating a soft, sensual atmosphere. But before diving into his photoshoot, he enjoyed taking his time to prepare, turning this activity into a personal celebration, a moment to honor his body.

First, he sat at the vanity, turning on the small LED lights surrounding the mirror. He took his time applying makeup, another of his secret pleasures. He loved the feeling of the brush gliding over his skin, the way the foundation evened out his complexion, giving his face a soft glow. Today, he opted for a light but bold look: a sharp black eyeliner, a bit of mascara to lengthen his lashes, and a deep red lipstick that contrasted beautifully with the softness of his features.

Then, Seonghwa stood to choose his outfits. He had a special section of his wardrobe, a place where he kept his most daring clothes, ones he never wore in public but were perfect for these private moments. As he flipped through the hangers, his fingers brushed against soft, silky, tight fabrics, clothes that hugged his new curves perfectly.

Today, he selected several outfits for his shoot. The first was a high-waisted leather skirt, tight around his waist, molding perfectly to the curve of his generous hips. He paired it with a long-sleeved mesh top, sheer enough to hint at the softness of his belly and the roundness of his arms. Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled at how the skirt accentuated his thick thighs and round posterior. Every movement he made created creases in the leather, further highlighting the voluptuousness of his body.

He passed in front of the mirror, admiring each curve, every detail. His belly, now rounded, added a certain softness to his figure. His hips had widened over time, giving his body an hourglass shape. His thighs, thick and firm beneath the skirt, were one of the parts of his body he now appreciated the most. He found himself gently touching his belly, caressing the soft, full skin under his fingers.

He started taking photos, changing poses with each click of his phone, capturing how the golden sunlight emphasized the curve of his belly and the fullness of his thighs. He loved the feel of the tight skirt against his hips, and the quiet moans that escaped his lips as he admired the results confirmed that he was more than satisfied with what he saw.

Seonghwa then changed into another outfit. This time, he chose a red satin dress. It was short, stopping just above his knees, with a deep neckline that revealed the softness of his chest and the roundness of his shoulders. The satin clung to his skin, hugging every curve, accentuating his broader waist and the fullness of his hips. As he adjusted the dress in front of the mirror, he smiled at how much tighter it had become, a silent testament to his recent weight gain

He took another round of photos, this time playing more with the light, slightly turning to showcase his profile. His belly, prominent under the satin, stood proudly, and he loved that feeling. The fabric delicately slid over his thick thighs, and he adored how the dress stretched with every movement, making each gesture even more sensual.

Next, he picked a third outfit, more feminine this time. A long black velvet gown with a slit down the side, revealing the fullness of his thighs with each step. The dress, fitted at the waist, accentuated the roundness of his hips and the softness of his belly, creating an elegant contrast with the heavy velvet. The puffed sleeves and deep V-neckline gave the gown a sophisticated yet incredibly provocative look.

This time, he stood by the window, letting the natural light kiss his face and body, creating sensual shadows on his skin. The reflection of his silhouette in the glass mesmerized him: he loved this body, with all its new curves, its softness, and its voluptuousness. Every curve, every fold of the dress seemed to amplify his sensuality. He took several photos, slightly turning his body, playing with the contrast between light and shadow, capturing every detail of his body in this new outfit.

Seonghwa confidently changed poses, letting his hands glide over his hips, running his fingers through his hair. He surprised himself by slightly biting his lip as he realized how good he felt in these clothes, how much he loved seeing himself this way. His quiet moans had become more audible as excitement grew within him, with each photo reinforcing that sense of ecstasy as he rediscovered his own body.

The sun began to fade, and Seonghwa knew his session was coming to an end. He took one last look at the photos, proud of the results. Every image was an ode to his body, to his generous curves, and to his unique beauty. He felt both powerful and vulnerable, but above all, he felt good in his skin, more than ever.

As he began to pack up his things, Seonghwa smiled, satisfied with his day. But his smile faded when he realized what had just happened: he had accidentally sent all of his photos to Hongjoong. His heart began to race as he looked at his phone, his hands slightly trembling.

A few minutes later, Hongjoong responded. The first message was a simple question mark: “?”. But the next one made Seonghwa smile, despite his embarrassment: “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I like it.”

A blush crept up Seonghwa’s cheeks, and a final message from Hongjoong made him shiver, leaving no doubt about his lover's very explicit intentions for the evening ahead. Seonghwa bit his lip, his heart pounding at the thought of what was to come.

All this because of the golden hour