#MY FIRST TXT FIC

[cutiedwaekki]

blue hour

They say that the blue hour is a memorable moment, let's see what will happen to them after entering this forbidden amusement park.

Contain : weight gain ; rapid/magic weight gain ; tight clothes ; clothes ripping ; weight gain denial ; hybrid AU (at the end) ; NSFW ; not really a happy end for once

Welcome guys ! Uni is killing me but enjoy this fic that was in my draft fo a very looooong time haha

Honestly not very proud lf the end :/

stay tuned because tomorrow I will post something else too 🤭

Enjoy ♡

{💙}

The blue hour, the period between day and night when the sky fills almost entirely with a darker blue than the sky-blue of the day. More precisely, it corresponds to a short period of nautical twilight or nautical dawn.

But in this case, it's a curse that's best avoided. The rule was simple and everyone in town knew it: don't go to the abandoned faire.

I mean, sometimes it was open to the public on special occasions, but as soon as the blue hour approached, you had to get out of there.

What happened at the blue hour? People didn't know, it was almost as if people disappeared, but ... how could you disappear like that from one day to the next?

That was the question our dear boys were asking themselves. It was Yeonjun who came up with the idea of going there illegally, followed by Beomgyu, who agreed while the information was still processing in the others' minds.

-"I don't think it's a good idea" declared Soobin.

- "Come on, there's five of us, if something happens to one of us, we'll know what to do", reassured a determined Yeonjun.

And so, as the day drew to a close, they made their way to the fair when no one was watching.

It was beautiful and brightly lit from afar, yet gave off nothing scary to make them think about leaving or returning home to their daily lives.

As you can see, our five friends were very much of the day-to-day type and had had many unforgettable experiences since they were in middle school together. It was always the brave boys who got the ball rolling and the shy ones who followed, but they all ended up having a great time.

So when they arrived at the fairground, it was a moment of complete amazement. The park was lively and brightly lit, with fairground music playing in the background. The food stalls even had hot food!

It was incredible and yet so true.

-I think- but Taehyun was interrupted by Kai, who exclaimed that there was a carousel in the distance and decided to run for it.

- "Relax, everything's going to be fine" reassured Beomguy before drawing his friend towards the carousel.

He was right, he had to relax, there was nothing scary here after all!

{💙}

Yes, nothing scary when you're not approaching the blue hour. As the sky turned a darker shade of blue compared to the daytime sky, the blue hour finally arrived, and that's when the curse kicked in.

At first, there was nothing very remarkable, but if there was nothing visible, it was mainly because everything was happening in their minds. The first few minutes of the blue hour made them forget all worries and stress, as if they were in a state of ataraxia where happiness reigned.

All the attractions worked, but Beomgyu's favorite was the mirror maze, especially when, instead of his usual relfet, Yeonjun had a pig in front of him, which made his friend laugh, while the main cincerned, less amused by this, pinched the younger man's cheek, noticing that it seemed plumper than before... or maybe he'd just never noticed.

It's like Soobin who, after playing dart shooting, felt that his arms seemed heavier, as if there were no muscle and just fat, pure fat.

Or Taehyun who felt his steps were different as if he could no longer walk without waddling.

Huening was also caught up in the euphoria, laughing and doing all the attracrion he could see. He was acting like he'd never acted before; it was as if he was regressing mentally to want to do only two things: have fun and eat.

Because yes, food was omnipresent, but especially in large quantities. A small packet of popcorn was the equivalent of at least one size large.

Soda was unlimited, not to mention the hotdog stands that were always there and always hot.

Nothing wrong with that, right?

{💙}

It was only the beginning of the blue hour, because as the hour progressed, the sides effects intensified.

Although they didn't notice it, they were far too caught up in their ataraxia to notice that they were getting fatter, that Huening couldn't even get into the carousel without making the atraction creak loudly.

Beomgyu was becoming a veritable piglet in spite of having teased his friend earlier.

That Taehyun ended up waddling but ended up sitting on a chair to rest, but broke it and ended up on the floor.

That Soobin had become so fat that his belly was resting on the edge of the shooting range. Then he didn't even try to shoot any more - he'd realized it was no use - he'd become too fat for that, instead he was gorging himself on fairyfloss from the stand next door.

Finally, Yeinjun, who had initiated the idea, was the only one with any conscience. So when he saw that in the place of his flat tummy there was a massive belly in its place. His crop top was useless , not even to cover his man-boobs, which were also getting bigger by the minute. He tried to run to warn his friends to leave.

But, they all seemed so happy, so relaxed as if it were a constant climax lingering in their minds.

The idea that all this fat had magically appeared didn't even cross their minds, after all, what's so bad about this carnival?

-"But what if we *oink*- Yeonjun stopped in his sentence as he realized that he'd just grumbled like a pig!

But before he could realize anything else, a noise attracted their attention: Soobin's belly had become so big and heavy that it cracked the edge of the stand, sending him tumbling to the ground.

-"Soo, is everything all right?" Asked Yeonjun seemed to be the only one worried, while the others seemed to be a mixture of laughter and pig grunts.

{💙}

The end of the blue hour was approaching and there was nothing to stop them leaving, they had already become too big and stupid to try and escape.

Over time, they'd all become really fat, either breaking something like Huening, who'd managed to break one of the caroussel horses, or just breaking their clothes, ripping off their current clothes, which didn't fit them.

There they were, naked, fat but still wanting more. Yeonjun felt powerless, but eventually succumbed.

When he noticed a pig's tail growing on each of them, their skin turned pink and now they couldn't speak without snarling like pigs.

Now we knew what happened to those who tried to enter the fair during blue hour. Gluttony take possession of them.

{💙}

- "I don't believe you, it's impossible"

- "But I swear my brother told me, everyone who goes in turns into a pig!"

- "Give me an example then"

- "See Yeonjun and his friends? You know those clowns in high school who accidentally set fire to their class ?"

- "Ah yes! I even had a crush on Beomgyu, I remember.

- "And guess what, some said they went there and then we never saw them again

- "It seems impossible to me"

- "Believe me, anything is possible"

[subzeroparade]

not actually part of my personal headcanon but i like to rotisserie the concept in my brain from time to time

[fairylibe]

where i’m meant to be.

1312 words. fluff. features: elbert greetia × gn! reader, alfons sylvatica, roger barel, victor (minor).

꒰ summary ꒱ elbert returns to crown castle after a week-long mission on a cruise, and all he wants is to be with you.

“the cruise is a round trip, but once you board, you will be on for the next week.”

elbert quietly listened to victor list the details of the mission he, alfons, and roger were assigned to go to, as though he were reading through a list of bullet points on a document.

“your mission is to confirm the illicit drug activities that have been reported there, and pass judgment as necessary.” with that, victor gave the three men before him a smile that was genuine, and yet somehow elusive in nature. “may you give into the darkness of your wicked hearts.”

when they exited the room, alfons let out a sigh, his lips curling into a small, wry smile. “it would seem you and i have a penchant for getting missions out in the sea.”

elbert closed his eyes, opting not to say much in response.

roger, seeing elbert’s solemn expression and the way he stayed silent, narrowed his eyes. “by the looks, you’ve got less than pleasant experiences on a ship.”

“…it’s fine. it’s just my first experience on a ship was…” elbert paused, searching for the right word to use.

before he could pin down such a word, though, alfons finished his statement. “it was so hapless, all we can do is laugh heartily when we think back on it. enough of that, though, we must prepare for this lovely cruise trip.”

“lovely, huh…”

elbert closed his eyes, ruminating on that single word alfons had uttered in sarcastic passing.

the trip would have been more “lovely,” even when they were boarding the cruise for a mission, if (y/n) was there by his side.

on the cruise, the full moon, serenely still in the sky, only observed the crimson happenings below.

“w-who are you guys?!”

when roger opened the door (by kicking it down, as “knocking wouldn’t have gotten them to open the door like that”) to a certain room hidden in the vip sector, 

alfons followed roger inside, releasing a dramatic sigh. “must you make such a violent show? i was hardly aware you did not know something very handy called a doorknob exists.”

“haha, well, politeness isn’t exactly in my dictionary when we’re dealing with bastards like these.” his glasses seemed to gleam slightly as he turned toward the group, who had all stood up from their seats by now, frozen on the spot with some pointing guns toward the crown members’ general direction, but fully prepared to book it. “besides, if you called that violent, god knows what you’d call the scene that’s about to unfold here.”

“i can only pray this doesn’t turn into a bloody mess, but more times than not, prayers are only empty words.”

when roger handled the right side and alfons the left, elbert swiftly navigated through the chaos of the crowd, pinning his ocean-blue eyes on the target — a man in an eyepatch and a scar across his cheek.

amid the chaos, he was sneaking away toward what elbert presumed was the exit.

“don’t run away.” elbert’s voice was soft, yet deep and firm at the same time.

the man jumped and turned around before he stood there, his one visible eye widening, as though enraptured at seeing something new and refreshing for the first time. it was an expression elbert detested, and yet had unfortunately grown accustomed to from his time living in the greetia manor.

please… look at me with any other eyes but those.

finally, as though the effects of a spell elbert had unconsciously casted was ebbing away, the man turned around once again to run.

“only those with no brain would stay here of their own will!”

he closed his eyes, murmured a small “i see…” and then stepped forward himself, his toes touching the man’s shadow.

only when screams and cries broke out from the room did the haunting silence fall.

a week had at last passed, and elbert was very much looking forward to return back to crown castle… of course, he couldn’t say he was the most fond of being out in the sea in general (although he favored the sight of it), and not only that…

“…to think a large whale had come out of the water, soaking elbie from the top of his head to the tips of his toes! the woe, indeed.” alfons made a dramatic show of crying.

“you got soaked from head to toe, too, al,” elbert pointed out, a small smile on his face.

“that is very true — i must applaud your proficient deduction skills.”

“you two better take a shower,” roger said, his voice laced with worry, “unless you’re looking to get sick.”

“i would very much not mind getting sick; would that not mean less physical labor?”

more than the stress of the mission, though, there was one person he so dearly missed. someone he needed to see.

right this moment.

“…i will be retiring to my room.” elbert nodded his head as a parting gesture before he turned on his heels.

there, when he opened the door, he saw (y/n) lying in a fetal position on his bed, their eyes closed and chest moving up and down rhythmically; they were fast asleep. elbert slowly approached the bed, as though he were walking toward a treasure.

“(y/n)…” his voice came out in an almost hoarse whisper. it felt as though he hadn’t said their name in years, so he repeated it over and over again, like a broken record. “(y/n), (y/n), (y/n)…”

he wanted to engrave the sound of their name on his lips within him, and he wanted to whisper it over and over.

seeing them sound asleep like this, they looked just like a statue of a deity, and drawn to them, he leaned in to plant a kiss on their forehead, their skin feeling warm against his lips.

“mn…”

it was then they stirred, their closed eyes twitching, but seemingly not awake yet.

“…i have returned, (y/n).”

his voice was soft as he watched their eyes flutter open, the color still cloudy from lethargy.

“lord elbert…?”

how he loved the way their lips sounded his name out in a drowsy whisper.

(y/n) slowly sat up, rubbing their eyes. the entire time, elbert was drawn to their slow movements, his deep ocean blue eyes reflecting them, and only them.

“i missed you,” elbert said, “a week was too long… much too long.”

even a day is too long.

(y/n) slowly reached out toward elbert’s cheek, their fingertips hesitant as they brushed against his porcelain skin. it was as though they were checking to see if he was real.

but then their eyes widened.

“wh—you’re soaking wet!”

“yes… it happened during the mission.”

“are you not cold? i can bring a towel.”

elbert shook his head.

“i want you,” he stated, his voice seeming to deepen a notch, “just you.”

(y/n)’s cheeks seemed to darken, and elbert couldn’t help but smile fondly at that.

“i-if that is enough, then…”

(y/n) wrapped their arms around elbert, pulling him into their chest. being filled with the warmth of the embrace, he closed his eyes, burying his face in their chest, taking in their scent, the shape of their body... everything.

until i drown in you.

(y/n)’s fingers made their way to elbert’s hair, combing through his wet, blond locks.

it was silent, but it was a comforting silence.

“…welcome home, lord elbert.”

to hear their whisper was like a dream — one he never wanted to end. if only the night could stay eternal, the moon stuck at its peak in the dark sky that was spotted with flickering crystals.

“mn.” elbert smiled, albeit unbeknownst to (y/n), “i’m back, (y/n).”

back home, in the place he was meant to be.

fin.

꒰ tag list . ꒱ @drachonia @weepinglycoris @letter-from-afar @candiedcoffeedrops @.comment to be added or removed!

꒰ dedication . ꒱ @aquagirl1978 @pistachiofiasco

[m4xlesbian]

Max Verstappen on the podium after having won the Opening Race of the 2024 season 🌷 Bahrain, March 2024

[buckevantommy]

smiley guyyyy 😁 

[wandavicky]

Part 1 / Part 2

Summary: Agatha and Rio after the dinner. FLUFF.

Established: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal, Implied: Agatha x Rio x Reader

Type: Fluff

Word count: 1039

Note: I love them so much + fluff is back and alive and I made a playlist for them writing this, I feel like I'm fully insane

*

Agatha leans against the wall in the hallway as Rio shuts the front door. She swirls the wine glass in her hand, still trying to figure out what kind of game Rio is playing.

She might have an idea or two, but one should never assume when it comes to Rio Vidal. After being married for centuries, Agatha has learned her lesson - Rio Vidal is an enigma one should not try to solve. But Agatha knows her, and knows her heart, a privilege that she holds so dearly, though she will never admit it.

"You know, she almost blasted you." Agatha finishes the last sip of her wine, placing the glass on a nearby surface.

Rio turns to face Agatha with pride written all over her face, she tries to hide it under her poker face, but Agatha sees right through it.

"Oh, you wish she blasted me." Rio tugs on the belt loops on Agatha's pants. "More fun for me, and more shows for you."

Agatha purses her lips with a frown, scanning Rio up and down, sometimes she truly wonders if this woman is in her right mind, or most of the time, really. "It's chaos magic, Rio. You could have died."

Rio chuckles at the stupid suggestion, and leans in to whisper in her lover's ear, "And would you allow that to happen, mi bruja?"

"Careful." Agatha coos, her hand wrapping Rio's neck, forcing her head up to look her straight in the eyes, "I might have let her. Don't think I didn't catch what you're playing with me, too."

Of course, Rio didn't invite the Scarlet Witch's little plaything just to show the neighborly love. And no, she didn't do it only to push Agatha's button. She invited you to push all three of you to your limits. She and Agatha get to have their fun with you and see how long it takes until you cave in while making Agatha jealous in the process, and Wanda gets jealous too.

"You have to admit, you're a little impressed." Rio smirks. Her hand creeps up on Agatha's hand on her neck. "How I always got you where I wanted."

Agatha huffs, it's always a losing battle arguing with her wife. She sent her a glare before letting go of the hand on her neck, "Don't expect I'll do the dishes."

"Of course not, of course not." Rio nods knowingly watching Agatha make her way to the living room.

/

Rio makes her entrance to the living room once she's done cleaning up the mess in the dining room and the kitchen.

She treads carefully, "Still mad?"

"I wasn't mad." Agatha refuses to remove her focus from the spell book she's reading, one that Rio got her during their travels. She may have dug it up from from someone's grave, but Agatha doesn't mind, they don't need it anymore.

"Hmm." Rio doesn't believe it, but she knows better than to disagree with her wife.

She sits down next to Agatha on the couch with her one arm draped over the backrest.

"Agatha." Rio's voice is soft and quiet.

Agatha finally looks at her. She can recognize that tone even in the loudest place, Rio only ever speaks to two people like that - her, and Nicky.

Rio holds out her arm, a cue for Agatha to scoop in, which she gladly obligates. Agatha rests her head on Rio's chest, and Rio wraps her arms around Agatha. Agatha let out a soft sigh as their bodies instantly relaxed into each other.

"Oh," Rio remembers something. She holds her palm up and a violet with a stem appears. "I saved this for you."

Agatha takes the flower in her hand, "Thanks."

Once your relationship has endured a hundred years of ups and downs, certain things don't have to be said.

"So, were you really gonna let Wanda blast me?" Rio tilts her head, trying to picture the scene.

"Don't act like you can't take one blast or two. 'It tickles!'" Agatha looks up at her, mimicking Rio's voice which cracks her up. "But really though..."

Agatha flicks her fingers in the air and a ball of whirling purple energy starts forming around her hand, she holds it closer to Rio for observation before absorbing it back, "I put up some precautions beforehand, in case 'someone' had too much fun. I'm surprised you didn't feel it, it's all over the air."

"Aw, you do care about me." Rio takes Agatha's hand and places a light kiss on her knuckles.

Agatha rolls her eyes at her wife's silly remark, she pushes Rio to lie down for a better snuggling position.

"Are you sure you don't wanna go upstairs?" Rio's fingers dance up and down on Agatha's arm as the latter makes herself comfortable in her embrace. "We are going to fall asleep here, cariño. And our trillion-year-old bodies are going to hurt for a week."

"I'm not falling asleep." Agatha pauses for a second to run the math in her head. "But fine."

"Let's go." Agatha reluctantly gets up from the couch and pulls Rio up with her. Her hand never let go of Rio's as the couple make their way to the bedroom.

Rio flops on their shared bed and pats the space next to her.

Agatha removes her earrings and joins Rio in the bed. She lies sideways with one hand holding her head, and the other resting on Rio's chest, "What was the plan with Y/N anyway?"

"They're adorable, aren't they?" Rio answers while quietly admiring how Agatha's eyes turn muted blue when she's staring at her. "And so easy to mess with."

"Umhm, but Wanda's not going anywhere, maybe think about that before you do anything stupid." Agatha leans in to kiss Rio.

"Sí, mi amor, lo que tú digas." Rio brings Agatha in to lie against her. "As long as you don't sink another Titanic, we will be fine."

"Need I remind you who I did it for in the first place?"

"My bad." Rio closes her eyes and buries her face in the crook of Agatha's neck. She mumbles, "Good night."

Agatha places another kiss on Rio's forehead, "I love you too, good night."

[taievieu]

wip from liml's finale's anni i never finished

[definitelynotshouting]

Grian’s permit office is so funny to me in the context of LITD. Because this of course would be a hypothetical future in which things have been mostly resolved and this is part of the consensual torment agreement they would come up with so he can have his snackies between large events. Like I imagine a hermit (likely Scar or Joel) lamenting about their experience at the permit office to some rando at MCC or whatever and that rando being like “wow that guy sounds like he really sucks, I wouldn’t want someone like that on my server :///” and the hermit being like. What the fuck why would you even say that. We like him like this. God forbid a guy have a little enrichment in his enclosure.

QKSBQJSBQKDNWKNDOQNSKWJSKWJSJIWSJSJWJSJ S10 IS DOING COCOMELON SHIT TO MY HEAD IN THE CONTEXT OF HUNGER AU IM NGL

LIKE HE REALLY IS JUST SNACKING ON MISERY HERE IN CANON HUH.. BROTHERS IN MY FUCKING WALLS

[limbel]

when u kno the fic you re writing sucks ass and you have the "everything i make has to be better than the last" disease

[astralsi]

hi everyone! i havent been simming much due to work + a bloated mods folder that im too lazy to clean out JHDSHJDF but when i do it's mostly making unfinished builds, a semi? realistic simself and spinning eve around in various outfits

(ps if u for some reason wanna hear more from me i also post a lil on @heartrrot sometimes)

[theinfinitedivides]

and if i said i was about to do the dumbest thing i've done in a while and make a canon Eliot Spencer tracker map of all the places he's said he's been when i still haven't made it past s2. if i said that would you think that's a good idea

[bloomeng]

i love stizzy but i don’t care for the tropes where stede— for lack of a better term— domesticates izzy

it feels too much like he’s trying to change izzy into a more palatable version of himself. not saying izzy couldn’t stand to be a bit nicer but the thing is they need to come to a compromise. after all izzy’s concerns are valid even if he’s doing a shit job of communicating that and stede did choose to become a pirate.

i get it tho as fans we want to give izzy nice things and have stede be nice to him, i just personally can’t get behind it when stede takes it too far bc it feels less about izzy being comfy and more about stede being comfortable

one thing i actually really liked about s2 was how izzy decided on his own to change and stede did as well and they met in the middle with this acceptance of who the other person was and made strides towards actually being friends

[brightaxe]

varric. 🖤

[fairylibe]

Hmmm…’Treat!’ 🎃 🍬

like a star.

441 words. halloween event. features: nica schwartz × gn! reader.

꒰ summary ꒱ you and nica accompany a child who got separated from his mother while trick or treating…

the man called nica was frivolous and teasing, a tad ruthless and sharp. but at the same time, he sometimes was a bit more sweet? in a way.

for example, you could recall this one moment…

“do you remember where your parents went?”

nica crouched down before a crying child, perhaps on a whim for all you knew. he wore a smile on his face, though you wouldn’t call it soft, per se.

“w-while i was trick or treating, my mama disappeared,” the child replied through sniffles.

“do you have any idea which direction she may have gone?” you asked.

when the child shook his head, nica shot a glance at you, his navy eyes narrowing and glimmering with a hint of mischief. he then turned back to the child, his lips widening into a meaningful grin.

“alright then.” he patted his shoulders. “how about you go trick or treating with me and my partner here? you’re bound to find your mom eventually.”

you nearly sputtered where you were. d-did he just say partner?! i didn’t hear wrong or misunderstand, right…?

you sure hoped you did — but given it was nica, you couldn’t be sure either.

“r-really?”

“yep. isn’t that right, spatzi?”

somehow, nica had a penchant for carrying the flow of the conversation. were you two on a boat, he would be at the front, steering, while you would end up sitting in the back.

somehow, you couldn’t say no.

the three of you walked together, trick or treating around the neighborhood. and although nica had proclaimed you two to be ‘partners,’ he had never once reached out to do anything partners would do, such as holding hands. that said, he would hold the child’s hand, perhaps out of necessity so they wouldn’t get separated.

eventually, the child was able to reunite with his mother. the two waved in farewell after profusely thanking you and nica with a bow. you two had waved back, though when they were out of sight, nica lowered his hand, a slightly dazed look on his profile.

“…nica?”

“yeah?”

“are you alright?”

nica didn’t seem all too fazed, if at all, by your sudden question. “haha, you ask the strangest things, don’t you? i couldn’t be more fine.”

silence——and then, “…if you say so.”

you two went the opposite way of the mother and child, toward the direction of the first star, the distance still there.

for a moment, a thought flickered like a star about holding his hand to see his reaction, but in the end you let the thought pass by you, letting it fade with the slightly sweet scent of candy.

fin.

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꒰ dedication . ꒱ @drachonia | til 10 , 31 , 24! send me “ trick ” or “ treat ” and an ikévil character for a drabble! 🎃

[tyungelic]

running SPRINTING to request sfw hyuka x chubby reader i need him to cuddle me so much

★ lazy sunday

★ — pairing. hueningkai x chubby!reader

★ — tags. non-idol au, smut, fluff, established relationship, cunnilingus, not proofread

★ — word count. 658 words

★ — author’s note. my first request! 🩵 kai loves chubby girls it’s true he told me himself 😌

rays of sunlight spill through white sheer curtains and you find yourself comfortable at home, not just in the apartment you and kai share, but in kai’s arms, warm and safe under a fluffy duvet cover.

you stretch your arms above your head and kai pulls you closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“morning,” he sleepily mumbles against your skin, voice sweet as honey.

“good morning,” you respond, giggling when kai kisses your neck all the way up to your ear.

“’m hungry,” he says, you can basically hear the pout in his voice. he slides his hand under your baggy sleep shirt, fingers grazing over your soft tummy and squeezing it in his hands.

“whaddya wanna eat?” you ask, though you’re certain of the answer. it’s in the way he gropes and squeezes you, palming your full breasts and pinching your nipples between his lithe fingers. you moan and grind against him, feeling his half hard length press against your ass.

kai grabs you by your waist and turns you to face him. the warm, desperate look in his eyes makes warmth pool between your legs. your face heats up as he pulls your shirt off of you and kisses you, slow and deep. his lips are so soft and you melt as his hands travel your body.

he rolls over and gets you on your back. kai hovers over you for a moment, pausing to drink you in.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

“you too, baby,” you cup his cheek and he nuzzles your palm. he kisses the skin of your palm then returns to your lips.

he kisses down your body, maintaining eye contact as he does so.

“can i eat you?” he asks, and you nod fervently. he taps your hips and you lift them up, watching as he kisses your plush thighs and peels your panties off of you.

he presses a few kisses on your inner thigh and kisses your already throbbing core.

the way he gently kitten licks your core drives you crazy. he runs his hand up your tummy and squeezes your breasts in his hand.

“mm, you’re so perfect,” he moans.

you card your fingers through your boyfriend’s dark hair and ruffle it. you can feel him smile against your pussy and it makes you smile in turn. he’s so precious, even as he’s devouring your pussy.

“your body’s so perfect,” he murmurs against your dripping core. you love the way he treats you so softly, the tip of his tongue circling your clit and hands sliding down your tummy to squeeze your thighs.

kai's fingers curl inside you and push in and out, his lips close around your clit and he starts sucking gently. you sigh and your hips roll upward as your grip tightens on his hair.

“kai… oh, god…” you moan, pushing yourself against his lips. he moans against your skin in return, the vibrations make you thighs quake.

your stomach tightens with every suction of his lips on your clit, he’s doing it as such a slow, even pace but your orgasm hits you hard and fast. your back arches off the bed as you cum hard against his tongue and kai hums as he licks you through your orgasm, not letting a single drop of you go to waste.

“you even taste perfect,” kai sighs and presses a chaste kiss against your pussy lips.

you chest rises and falls as you cool down from your orgasm and you watch kai hover over you through hooded eyes, feeling like you’re floating on a cloud.

he kisses your forehead then settles on top of you, his big strong body against yours.

you hand rubs up and down his back and he snuggles into you.

“did you enjoy your meal?” you ask with a giggle.

kai laughs, “mhm, compliments to the chef.”

[sharknark]

⬇️rant about a really good hengren (reverse renheng) fic i read. link at the bottom give it a whirl

i've never read a fic so well-catered to my tastes before in my life and the best part is that i was so caught off guard by how good it was cuz the tags and summary had me like "right this is some omegaverse-esque, rawr XD mating shit"

but from the very first paragraph i realized it wasn't just ao3-typical possessive mating shit it was (dare i say) IN CHARACTER possessive mating shit. underappreciated dan feng lore is the two hearts shit, duty expects him to smother his own empathy and perform cruelty obediently (and that being in his dragon form literally numbs his empathy towards mortals) but then it's flipped around and he's criticized for being too heartless

there aren't a great many english fics that take advantage of the 'numbed empathy' thing, so this fic using that to explore the toxic codependency that drove dan feng to making yingxing immortal in the first place is so!

dan feng's dragon heart prioritizing it's own indulgence and power, his human heart screaming against it for empathy and restraint, but both hearts united in this possessive adoration of yingxing... dan feng is possessive to the point of harming his partner, forcing them to take his affection, inherently contradictive to the protective impulse to see the other unhurt.

dan feng makes yingxing immortal in a really sketchy operation, despite knowing that yingxing is literally defined by his pride in being a short-life. he wants yingxing to be with him so badly that he does the one thing that would hurt yingxing the most, too blinded by possession, this sickly overbearing affection, to empathetically respect yingxing's death.

yingxing lived cramming every second he could into his craft and his goals precisely because he has so much less time than all the immortal species around him, but when he's forced into immortality, his hands are scarred and ruined past the point of ever crafting again. he suddenly has so much time, all this time he would've cherished as a mortal, but is totally useless to him now that his purpose for living and passion is gone.

so there being a scene in this fic where dan feng is moping "yingxing doesn't wanna fuck because he's glued to his workshop", being followed up with a scene of dan heng fucking blade while kissing his scarred hand and crying that he's "so sorry", yeah no shit asshole, his dragon heart got what it wanted, blade has all the time in the world to fuck and nothing competing for his now limitless attention and no one's happy about it.

as arrogant about being a short-life as yingxing was, it really is compensation for the discrimination he faced for it. other immortals looked down on him, so having dan feng, THE top dog, be so deeply enamored with him stirred his own toxic codependent urges. he was so desperate to have dan feng's eternal regard that he's willing to die for him (as in the sedition), his death being the force cementing his place in dan feng's heart forever.

so the fic having yingxing ruminate on this, that he had hoped for dan feng to love him even centuries after he inevitably died, only for the fic to end with:

yeah yingxing... you left an impression... he made you immortal.... everyone's upset by this

(that's what makes dan heng forgetting blade was ever yingxing to begin with all the more painful because, you went and turned him immortal and when it backfired horrifically you went on and fucking forgot, bitch i'd be pissed to the point of centuries long bloody pursuit of vengeance too.)

here's the fic go read it and leave kudos and a comment, technically porn but i got so invested in the character study that part barely registered. also yeah if you hadn't realized already super dead-dove:

blah blah "renheng is toxic" sorry that's why i like it