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[a-v-j]

CLIHQ shorts 5

[harrowharkwife]

you ever think about wake's notes? about how her revenant wrote that "THE ONLY THING OUR CIVILISATION CAN LEARN FROM YOURS IS THAT WHEN OUR BACKS ARE TO THE WALL AND OUR TOWERS ARE FALLING ALL AROUND US AND WE ARE WATCHING OURSELVES BURN– "

" –WE RARELY BECOME HEROES."

only to end up a hero herself? 'cause i do. i think about that a lot actually

[todayisafridaynight]

Since you mentioned it, what did you think of Speak No Evil? I was thinking of watching it myself :0

i really liked it ............ my friend scoffed at me when i told her i was watchin it so take my opinion with a grain of salt tho </3

[elikajinnie]

hello!! may i request a drabble or a spin off from forbidden taste!heeseung with his reaction or thoughts after taking the antidote for amortentia? and also how he’s desperate to find y/n and why she’s avoiding him for days? 🤭 thank you!! i luv a desperate man 😩

a/n: you may :3 i LOVED seeing this in my inbox when i woke up! And we do all indeed love a desperate man ;)

Warnings: ehm, a desperate man basically?

The fic in question --> click here

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Heeseung was angry—no, he was livid. The moment the effects of the Amortentia wore off, his mind cleared like a storm breaking apart, and the first thing he thought of was you. Where were you? Why weren’t you there? He had searched and searched, every corridor and corner he could think of, but you were nowhere to be found.

It didn’t help that Yoonhee had been trailing after him, clinging to his arm, tears streaming down her face as she apologized profusely. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far! It was stupid—I know it was stupid, Heeseung, I’m so sorry!”

But Heeseung knew better. He could see right through her feigned remorse. The look in her eyes told him she wasn’t sorry for what she did—she was sorry she got caught. His patience, already paper-thin, finally snapped. He shoved her off and hissed, “Stay away from me,” before marching straight to a professor and reporting her. He didn’t wait to see the consequences unfold; he couldn’t care less. There were far more important things to deal with.

Like finding you.

You, who had been conspicuously absent through it all. You, who he hadn’t seen since after the Amortentia’s haze vanished. A knot of worry had formed in his chest, twisting tighter with every second that passed without an answer. He stormed into the courtyard, seeking out your housemates with frantic determination.

“Where is she?” he demanded, his voice sharp enough to startle a group of first-years nearby. “Where is she?!”

One of your friends finally stepped forward, hesitant but honest. “She’s... she’s been in bed all day. Said she wasn’t feeling well.”

The words hit him like a Bludger to the chest. Guilt and heartbreak washed over him in waves, drowning out the last remnants of anger. You had been suffering alone, likely because of him—because of what had happened, because of everything Yoonhee had done.

He tried everything—everything—to get through to you. He sent letters, each one carefully written, pouring his heart onto the parchment. He sent messages through your housemates, through your friends, hoping they might convince you to talk to him. Every time he saw a friend of yours, he’d stop them, desperate for any sliver of news.

“How is she? Did she eat today?” he’d ask, his voice laced with worry. “Did she sleep? Is she feeling any better?”

It was always the small things—tiny gestures—to show he cared. That he was thinking about you. That he was sorry. He wanted you to know that it had all been the Amortentia, that none of it had been real. None of it had been his choice. And above all, he wanted you to know that he never, ever meant to hurt you.

But no matter how hard he tried, you remained locked away. Your absence stretched between you like an invisible wall, keeping him out. You weren’t just avoiding him—you were avoiding everyone. And it hurt.

It hurt because he couldn’t see you. He couldn’t talk to you. He couldn’t hold you in his arms and kiss away the pain, couldn’t wipe the tears from your cheeks or make all your worries disappear. He wanted to tell you, face-to-face, how much you meant to him, how much he hated himself for letting this happen. But he couldn’t do any of that—not while you stayed hidden away in your common room, unreachable.

So, he waited. He stayed close, always looking for a chance, a moment, a sign. But until then, he would keep trying, keep hoping, because losing you was something he couldn’t bear.

And he did keep trying. Every day, he checked the places you’d usually be—the library where you’d bury yourself in books, the quiet corner of the courtyard where you’d sit when you needed to think, even the kitchens, where you’d sometimes sneak a late-night snack.

But you weren’t there. You weren’t anywhere.

The less he saw of you, the less he heard of you, the more desperate he grew. His patience—what little he had left—was wearing thin. He couldn’t focus in class, couldn’t eat properly, couldn’t sleep without his thoughts drifting back to you. He wanted—no, needed—to see you. To hear your voice, to know that you were okay, that you didn’t hate him. The thought of you hating him gnawed at his heart like a cruel curse.

He tried to remind himself to give you time, to respect the space you clearly needed. But it was hard. Too hard. Every day that passed felt like another piece of you slipping further away, and he couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let that happen.

When another one of your housemates brushed him off with a mumbled “I don’t know,” Heeseung snapped. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but the frustration and worry boiled over. “How can you not know? You live with her! Hasn’t anyone even seen her?”

The girl flinched but reluctantly admitted, “She’s been in the dorm. She just... doesn’t come out.”

Those words were both a relief and a torment. You were there, within reach, but still so far away from him. The knowledge burned in his chest, twisting into something unbearable. You were so close—just a few walls separating you from him—but it might as well have been an ocean. And he was drowning in it.

Heeseung's desperation grew with every passing moment. He found himself pacing the corridors near your common room, running his hands through his hair, muttering curses under his breath. He couldn’t stand this helplessness, couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone, hurting because of him. The guilt was suffocating, pressing down on him like the weight of the castle itself.

He tried to write another letter, his trembling hands scrawling messy, frantic words onto the parchment.

Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I know you don’t want to see me, but please, just let me explain. Please let me make this right.

He crumpled it and started again, feeling like no words could possibly convey the storm in his chest. How could he put into words how much he hated himself for what happened? How could he tell you that the worst part of it all wasn’t Yoonhee’s betrayal or the humiliation of being under the potion’s effects—it was losing you?

He sent the letter anyway, knowing it was just one of many you’d likely left unopened.

The next day, he cornered one of your closest friends in the hallway. “Please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Please tell her I’m sorry. Tell her... tell her I’ll wait as long as it takes. I just need her to know.”

The friend hesitated, giving him a pitying look before nodding. But he didn’t trust that it would reach you. Heeseung was running out of patience, running out of hope. Every time he thought about the tears you must have shed, the pain you must have felt, it killed him a little more.

Late one night, he found himself back outside your common room again, leaning against the cold stone wall, staring blankly at the entrance. He didn’t even know what he was doing there. Maybe he hoped you’d come out? Maybe he thought you’d sense him there, that you’d realize he wasn’t going anywhere until you let him in.

His fists clenched at his sides, and before he could stop himself, he let out a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against the wall, his shoulders slumping. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes... I’ll wait for you.”

His voice cracked on the last words, but he meant it. Even if it hurt. Even if it felt like he was being torn apart. You were worth it. You were everything.

Eventually, the Christmas Ball arrived, but Heeseung didn’t want to go. The last thing he wanted was to pretend to enjoy himself, but his friends had other plans. They nagged him, teased him, and pushed him to "just have some fun for once." After a mountain of peer pressure, he reluctantly gave in, throwing on his suit and styling his hair without much care.

He still didn’t expect much. The Ball wasn’t going to fix anything—it was just a night to endure. He let his friends drag him along, had a drink or two, and resigned himself to the chatter around him. None of it mattered.

Until he saw you.

Everything else disappeared the moment his eyes found you across the room. You stood at the edge of the Grand Hall, illuminated by the soft glow of the enchanted snowflakes falling from the ceiling. Your dress shimmered, and you looked breathtaking. Stunning. Like a vision he didn’t deserve to see.

And then he realized—you were staring back at him.

His heart stopped. You weren’t avoiding him this time. You weren’t looking away. Your gaze was locked on his, full of something he couldn’t quite place—uncertainty, maybe? He didn’t care. All he knew was that you were here, and you were looking at him.

Before he could even process what he was doing, his feet started moving. His drink was left abandoned on a nearby table as he strode across the hall, weaving through the crowd until he was right in front of you.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

He had waited for you.

But now, he was done waiting.

For weeks, Heeseung had been nothing but patient, forcing himself to hold back when every fiber of his being screamed to see you, to talk to you, to fix things. He’d stayed away when he knew you needed space. He sent letters, messages, and even flowers, trying to show you he cared without pushing too hard.

And still, he never got a response.

But Heeseung told himself he could endure it, because you were worth it. He could be patient, be understanding, because he loved you. He was good for you, wasn’t he? He cared for you in ways no one else could. No one else would wait this long, worry this much, or fight this hard.

And yet, when he saw you standing there, in your pretty dress, something inside him snapped. He had been so good. He had done everything right. He had given you all the space you asked for, all the time you needed. But seeing you now, after everything, reminded him just how much he’d missed you. How much he’d longed for you. How much it hurt to be apart.

He wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers again. Not when he knew how good the two of you were together.

He didn’t ask for permission when he reached for your hand, didn’t even hesitate—he simply took it, his fingers curling around yours like they belonged there. Because they did. He believed that with every beat of his heart.

As he pulled you toward the corridor, he felt his resolve solidify. He had been patient, more patient than he thought he was capable of, but patience had its limits. He had waited for you to come to him, but you hadn’t. And now that he had you in front of him, he wasn’t going to let you go.

And when you didn’t fight him as he led you into the quiet hallway, it gave him hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, you wanted this too.

a/n: i love writing his pov :) also im not sure when you put ur perm taglist... so im not adding it here xD already posted so much.

[dramaticweathergirl]

Swarm

Twst timeloop au

"Hey Deucy, don’t ya think the butterflies like Yuu a bit too much? No, scratch that—they’re totally borderline obsessed."

Deuce could only glance in the direction his companion was nodding at, curiosity tugging at him. There, in the distance of the Heartslabyul garden, stood Yuu, butterflies dancing around them in an elegant choreography. Some perched atop their head, while others rested on the blades of their shoulders.

It was almost beautiful—if not for the fact that it somehow reminded Deuce of how flies desperately clung to rotting organic trash in the dumpsite he and his old (former) friends used to hang around.

He coughed into his palm, composing himself.

‘How morbid,’ he thought.

"Maybe it’s their perfume or something."

"...Do you really think our dear I-don’t-have-budget-to-buy-a-toothbrush Prefect has the luxury to buy perfume? Let alone one that attracts butterflies like crazy?"

Touché.

The two continued their playful banter as they set up tables for the upcoming Unbirthday Party. They were so caught up in their verbal sparring that they didn’t notice two upperclassmen approaching.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! If it isn’t the Adeuce duo working hard! Didn’t know you two were on duty today. Lemme guess—you made Riddle mad again, huh?" Cater flashed a grin, positioning his phone before snapping a quick picture of the pair. "There. For documentation—proof of your hard work to show Dormhead!"

"Hey!—"

"At least warn us before you take a picture!"

Trey sighed, watching the three of them bicker. "Don’t bully the freshmen too much, Cater."

"Speaking of freshies, where’s Yuu? I thought I heard Grimmy’s voice earlier while passing by."

"Oh, Yuu? They’re over there." Ace lazily gestured toward the school’s Prefect. "They’re kinda... out of it right now, so I wouldn’t get too close if I were you," he added, trying (and failing) to suppress the worry in his voice.

"Out of it?" Trey repeated, frowning.

Four pairs of eyes turned toward the figure in the distance. Yuu stood eerily still, like a statue, their eyes devoid of emotion as they gazed into the horizon. They seemed utterly unfazed by the butterflies swarming around them.

"Wow, ain’t that a Magicam-able sight," Cater murmured. "Yuu-chan really is a butterfly whisperer, huh?"

"I knew they had an affinity for butterflies, but never this extreme," Trey mused, cupping his chin as he recalled past encounters with the Prefect. Ever since he’d met Yuu, there had always been a butterfly or two flitting nearby. His first memory of it was when Yuu and the freshmen duo had returned from the Botanical Garden.

Trey’s brow quirked as he noticed two butterflies circling the Prefect. "Looks like you’ve got a new companion," he’d joked back then.

Yuu had given a grim smile, shrugging tiredly. "Seems like it," they’d said.

Even now, Trey remembered the peculiar look in their eyes. Yuu always had that expression—their smiles never reaching their blank, dead-fish eyes.

"Stupid bugs!" Grim had complained that day, pumping his paws in frustration. "These dumb things have been following my henchman ever since we came back from the mines! I thought we lost ’em, but the moment my henchman stepped into the Botanical Garden, more of them showed up!"

Ever since Riddle’s overblot, more and more butterflies seemed to flock to Yuu. Now, whenever the Prefect stood still in an open space, a swarm of butterflies would gather, their numbers growing the longer Yuu remained stationary.

Like flies buzzing around a rotting cor—

"What’s with all this commotion?!" a familiar voice barked, cutting through Trey's thoughts. "I’d appreciate it if the four of you finished your tasks instead of loitering. Especially you two dimwits who skipped cleaning duty yesterday."

"GAH!"

"D-Dormhead!"

"Riddle..." Trey muttered in surprise. The Heartslabyul Dormhead stood with his arms crossed, his gaze sharp and judgmental.

"Morning, Rids! We were just talking about our dear Prefect over there and the mystery of why the butterflies are crowding around them like a bunch of crazy paparazzi," Cater chimed in with his usual cheeky grin.

Riddle’s brows furrowed as he followed their line of sight. "My, there are more of them than usual," he remarked, his tone curious. "And all the same species..." he added, almost to himself, though the others heard him.

"Species?"

"Yes. I’ve been researching the insects attracted to Yuu. It’s been a personal curiosity of mine to figure out why they’re so drawn to them. At first, I thought it was due to sweat—"

"Sweat? That’s gross," Ace interrupted with a mock gag.

"Yes, sweat," Riddle repeated, unimpressed. "Some butterfly species are attracted to sodium, which is why they’re sometimes drawn to humans. But Yuu never seems to be sweating during these incidents. That led me to believe they might be secreting some sort of pheromone undetectable to humans. But when I asked a beastman—your friend Jack—he said he smelled nothing."

"Wow... you really did your research, huh," Deuce muttered, blinking in amazement.

"It’s hardly anything substantial. I’m still stumped as to why this phenomenon occurs. However, during one of my reading sessions, I came across something... surprising."

"Surprising? How so?"

"Did you know that some butterfly species—like the ones hovering around Yuu—are attracted to and feast on the fluids of decaying corpses?"

[star-eyed-angels]

Under The Mistletoe

On the third day of Christmas, I bring this gift to you. Three almost kisses

AKA Jeonghan’s three failed attempts at trying to kiss you under the mistletoe.

Warnings: None

A/N: Day 3 of mini-Ficmas. Today I bring you Jeonghan because I miss him dearly 🥹 again, hope you enjoy my lovelies, and thank you so much for all the love on Day 1. I can’t begin to say how much I appreciate it 🩵

FICMAS

MASTERLIST

Jeonghan didn't think he’d be able to hate an inanimate object so much. Yet here he is, shooting death glares at a stupid Christmas headband. Like honestly, how ridiculous does it sound? He's spent the better part of thirty minutes hiding in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he wills cor the headband to disintegrate before him. The plastic cup in his hand crinkles as he grips it with annoyance. He lets out a huff before taking a sip of the eggnog, continuing to glare over the rim of his cup.

He’s so distracted he doesn’t notice the other two men who walk into the room. Seungcheol and Joshua share a glance, moving to stand on either side of Jeonghan. They’re not surprised to find him like this. But it doesn't make the sight any less amusing.

“If looks could kill,” Seungcheol chuckles.

“You’re practically burning a hole into Mingyu’s head, dude” Joshua says, clearly amused at the situation. Jeonghan frowns, lips pursing as he pouts.

“It’s his fault for wearing the damned thing,” He grumbles, nodding towards the red headband Mingyu wears.

Above the headband a bundle of mistletoe dangles, a tiny bell attached to the bow that holds it together. He insisted on wearing it. Saying it would be hilarious to see who ended up under it. At first Jeonghan was all for it, excited to see the chaos and maybe sneak in a kiss or two for a certain someone. Now as he watches Seokmin pepper kisses against your cheek he can’t help to think this is torture.

Jeonghan’s had the longest crush on you. It’s part of the reason he invited you tonight, hoping that sneaking in a kiss could give him a way to confess to you. But with the way things are going so far, he’s pretty sure he’ll just spend the night watching you from afar.

“Why don’t you just tell them?” Joshua prods, reading Jeonghan’s thoughts with ease.

“Absolutely not,” he protests, rejecting the idea, immediately.

“So then what’s your plan, to sit and sulk all night?” Shua asks, giving him a look.

“Shut it,” Jeonghan snaps.

Seungcheol rolls his eyes from the other side of Jeonghan. While he understands why he’s nervous, he doesn’t think he can last another night watching him look at you like a lovesick puppy.

“You’re psyching yourself out again. Trust me. The way they look at you when you do the smallest of things. There’s no way they don’t feel the same,” Seungcheol says, bringing his own drink up to his lips.

“And what if they don’t?” Jeonghan asks, doubt evident in his voice.

“I'm telling you. They do, you may not see but we do,” Seungcheol says, bringing a hand up to squeeze at Hannie’s shoulder gently.

Jeonghan thinks for a long moment. Eyes watching as you continue to talk to the boys. A longing feeling tugging at his heart at the sight of you. He knows he should trust them. At the very least he can finally just let his feelings out into the open, instead of constantly feeling like he’ll explode with how he feels for you. He sighs, glancing away from you to look at friends.

“I’ll figure something out,” he says, finally.

He’s determined. Tonight will be the night, it has to be… right?

________

Wrong. Tonight is not the night, in fact, at this rate Jeonghan just wants the night to end. He huffs as he falls against the back of the sofa. Three hours later and no luck.

The first hour he tried to get you under the mistletoe with Mingyu. But each time you're whisked away by another member, or he’s roped into some game by one of the others. He lets it go easily, doing his best not to appear suspicious. But on the inside he silently cursing out each member in his head. Wishing them nothing more than to kindly fuck off.

The second hour, the headband ends up on his head. Mingyu decided to pass it around, having been talked into taking it off by a very drunk Chan. It practically became a game of hot potato, going to Wonwoo, then Minghao, before landing on Jeonghan’s head. He thinks it must be a perfect opportunity, planning to steal you away for just a private moment. What he didn’t take into account was just how much the other members would be all over him. Seungkwan in particular who clung onto each member for the entire time they wore the headband. He can’t even get a moment to look for where you’ve gone before the headband is being propped onto the next member’s head.

The third hour, Jeonghan gives up on the cursed headband all together. Instead trying his odds on his own. But again his luck is just not there. He tried talking to you at the snack table, but was immediately interrupted by very tipsy Hoshi, who stumbled into you two. He’d practically wiped out the entire table in the process. Jeonghan ends up having to force Hoshi to sit and drink water, despite his whining protests. The next time he tries is when the secret santa exchange has just ended. He’s just about to ask if he can talk to you in private when the maknaes come bounding over, begging you to join their game of beer pong. When you turn to ask Jeonghan what he wanted to talk about, he brushes it off. He tells you it’s not important before watching the others pull you away from him. You turn and give him a smile, to which he gives you a tight lipped one in return.

Now he sits slumped into the couch, partially hoping for the cushions to swallow him whole. Jeonghan continues to watch the ongoing party around him, no longer feeling up to anything remotely festive. In fact he now feels terribly uncomfortable with all the laughter and smiles going on around him. Not wanting to put a damper on the mood, he decides it’s best to step away for a bit. With a defeated sigh, Jeonghan stands, grabbing his coat and making his way outside. The balcony isn’t very big, but it’s a welcome change of scenery for Jeonghan. He lets out a long breath, the cold air making it form a small cloud before him. He leans against the railing of the balcony, taking in the city before him. At Least the view is nice, he thinks. Doing his best to distract himself from his dejected heart.

The sound of the sliding door pulls him out of his thoughts. He turns to see you, the sounds of the party once again being muffled as you slide the door closed. Any other time he’d be ecstatic to see you, but at this moment the sight of you sorta makes him want to run. But the sight of you still makes him flutter on the inside, blushing like a damn schoolboy in love. Curse his heart, and its inability to beat at a normal pace around you.

He watches you walk up next to him, leaning against the railing yourself. You brush against his side softly, the feeling lingering. He can tell you’re a bit tipsy from how close you get. You are always the clingy type when drunk. Not that he’s ever really minded, he actually enjoys it.

“I thought I’d find you out here,” you say, breaking the silence.

“Needed some fresh air,” he offers.

“What? You mean you don’t want to witness booseoksoon’s rendition of ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’ for the fifth time?,” you joke.

He rolls his eyes, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. Even in his sour mood, you still manage to unknowingly make him feel better.

“Knowing how much eggnog they’ve had, I’m sure there will be at least three more renditions,” he says, picturing the scene of their last Christmas holiday. He vividly remembers having to restrain the three from climbing on the counters.

You giggle, leaning more into him as you laugh. Jeonghan smiles, his heart racing in his chest at the sound.

“It is quite nice out here. I’ve always loved winter nights like this,” You rest your head against his shoulder. He only hums in response. The both of you stand in silence. The only sounds that can be heard are the wind and the distant sounds of the party still going on inside.

“This is nice, it's beautiful out here,” you say quietly, as if speaking too loudly would ruin the atmosphere. Jeonghan turns to look at you. You’re right the view is pretty, the snow covered city, the soft glow of the street lights, the way the night sky only adds to it all. All of it is pretty. But as he continues to study the soft features of your face, the way the way your eyes light up, like twinkling stars, the way the moonlight illuminates your face, the way your lips rest in a soft smile, he can’t help but think you are far more beautiful than the view before you. You must feel him staring, as you turn to look at him. Meeting his adoring gaze.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you ask, already moving to wipe at your cheeks with your sleeve.

“No, it’s- “ he pauses, the words on the tip of his tongue. He’d been waiting for the right time all night. And now that he has it, he hesitates, the doubt from earlier coming back. But the way you look right now, there would never be a moment more perfect than this. Even if you didn’t feel the same, he was willing to take the risk.

“You look beautiful,” he says, voice shaking slightly.

You laugh, the sound twinkling straight to his heart.

God, did you know what you do to him?

“I don’t think tipsy me is a very beautiful sight to see,” you laugh, giving him a smile.

“You’re always beautiful to me, but right now you’re happy. And when you’re happy is when you look the most beautiful. He says softly. He gives a little shrug, as he says it. As if it’s the most casual thing he’s said before. As if he’s not turning your world upside down as he says it.

“Where is this coming from?” you ask, feeling your own heart beat even faster.

“Something I should have said a while ago. Something I’ve felt for a long time actually,” he turns his attention back to the view before him. Not having the heart to watch you reject him to his face. You’re quiet for a few moments, the air becoming thick around you. Jeonghan does his best to remain calm, even as his brain screams at him to run. You on the other hand are in no better shape, mind racing a mile a minute trying your best to process what your crush has just told you.

“Well I think you look beautiful like this too,” you finally say.

“yeah?” he asks, still staring straight ahead.

“Mhm, but someone once told me that love makes you see just how beautiful someone is” you say, voice shaking with every word.

Jeonghan’s head whips around to look at you. Eyes nearly bugging out of his head, He finds you already staring up at him. A soft, shy smile gracing your lips.

God, his heart is actually going to beat out of his chest.

“Love makes people do crazy things, huh?”

“Yeah..” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

A silence falls over you as the two of you continue to study the other. Like you’re seeing each other in a new light. You don’t miss the way Jeonghan’s eyes dart to your lips, a lingering question on the tip of his tongue. The way he keeps staring at your lips has your stomach doing somersaults. But he isn’t faring any better. He thinks if doesn’t kiss you right now he might actually combust.

“Can I kiss you?” he finally says, unable to bear it any longer.

You laugh, reaching into your coat pocket and pulling out that ugly red headband. His eyes dart betweens yours and the headband.

“I’ve actually been hoping you’d ask for a long time now,” You say, sheepishly.

Jeonghan grins, hand gently grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him. You stare up at him, eyes gleaming in the moonlight, just as eager as he is to feel his lips against yours.

He cups the back of your neck before pulling you into a soft kiss. The kiss is gentle, but still manages to steal your breath away. You sigh into the kiss, hands sliding up to grip his coat softly. Jeonghan melts into you, barely being held upright with his trembling knees. This is the best Christmas gift he could have ever asked for. Why does kissing you feel like coming home? He knew it would be the best thing ever, but this? This feels downright illegal. He unwillingly pulls away when the need to breathe becomes too much. But his smile mirrors yours, looking brighter than a star on top of a Christmas tree.

“Merry Christmas, y/n,” he says softly, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

“Merry Christmas, Hannie,” you say, resting your head against his chest. He hugs you close, hand running up and down your back in soothing circles.

The snow slowly begins to fall around the two of you as the night grows colder. The two of you stay as you are, basking in the comfort of each other. Jeonghan can’t help but smile as he glances down at you, looking so content in his arms. Maybe this night isn’t so bad. After all, he’s just gotten the best Christmas gift of all.

Header: me

Divider: @/mikeykuns

[petew21-blog]

In control of Jon

Jon Cor is an actor trying to make his way in Hollywood. Mostly appearing in shows shooting in Vancouver. Fortunately he got a pretty decent role in the Flash appearing in a number of episodes happy that he got another chance.

As he was exitting the set. Something stopped him. A sharp paint went through him. Originating in his... ass. Something was making it's way up. He turned around but didn't see anything. There was no one around to help him.

Suddenly his right hand moved on it's own.

"What's happening? Is anybody here? Heeeeelp!!!"

Now he could no longer feel his legs. And his right hand started feeling up his body. Both of his arms lifted up his shirt, inspecting with their fingertips his abs.

Now, in horror his head started moving. And he could no longer speak. He screamed and it didn't make a single sound

His body moved and was clearly into it. He lifted up his shirt and flexed his biceps

"Now that's what I'm talking about!"

Jon:"Who the fuck are you? How did you do this? Why???"

His mouth replied:"Shut the fuck up"

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. "Nice. I knew that wouldn't disappoint"

He started jerking off right there on the parking lot. His shirt still partially over his head. His right hand feeling it up. Pressing his pecs, squeezing his balls, choking himself.

"Oh yeah show me what you got big boy"

Jon:"Please, stop. I'll give you anything"

"Yeah? Give me your life then"

Jon:"Please let me go"

He inspected his hairy ass. He looked over the empty parking lot and smiled

"This might get messy"

He licked his two fingers and pushed his way inside of Jon's ass. Looking for prostate to hit him

He nearly collapsed. He was now on Jon's knees, jerking off furiously while fingering himself. He was moaning loudly. Which caught the attention of one of the guards that was making his way to him

Gaurd:"What the hell is going on?"

The possessor:"Wanna join?"

Gaurd:"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave"

The possessor got up on abd with his hard dick pointing at the guard, je got very close

"Don't you know who I am?"

The security guard gulped. He must have seen something in Jon's face that terrified him

The possesor:"Good. Now. Give me the keys from your office. Or I call my employer and he can take care of you himself"

The guard handed over his keys and started running

Jon's body, still naked with his clothes hanging on parts of his body, entered the bathroom of the guards office. He took out Jon's phone and snapped a photo flexing his biceps, while being completely naked. He sent the photo to someone and wrote:"Body secured. Ready for pickup"

He threw away the phone. He won't be needing that anymore

"While I'm still you, Jon. I might finish what I started on the parking lot"

He said as he looked down at his now flacid dick

He noticed the security guards baton on the ground and smiled. "Perfect"

Jon was screaming from the top of his now nonexistent lungs. He wasn't gay, and he definitely wasn't ok with someone else probably selling his body or masturbating in it

The possessor jerked off his dick again, now also slowly sliding in the black shaft of the baton. He was laughing all the time. From beginning.

He was getting his ass pounded and pounded his hand with his new dick

"I gotta say. I love your ass Jon. So flexible. And this veins dick, man. Beautiful. What a shame I can't keep the body"

Jon:"What are you gonna do with it?"

"I'm just gonna fuck myself with this thing and then probably spew all the cum here on the desk. Maybe licking some of it. But that's all I'm gonna do. What you should be asking is 'Who will have your body next?' and I can guarantee you, it won't be you..."

Request from Inbox

Could you please write a possession story of Jon Cor? Thanks in advance!

[thecapricunt1616]

Kinktober Day 12 🎃

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): There was a knock at the front door, causing Carmy to get up from his position on the couch doodling in his sketchbook “That should be the delivery guys” he said, slipping his jacket on so he could meet them outside to make sure everything was just so with your new bedroom set he’d ordered for you both. 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Howdy! I hope you enjoy yesterdays installment of Kinktober that I forgot to post haha! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Authority kink, Swearing, Not edited 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

There was a knock at the front door, causing Carmy to get up from his position on the couch doodling in his sketchbook “That should be the delivery guys” he said, slipping his jacket on so he could meet them outside to make sure everything was just so with your new bedroom set he’d ordered for you both. 

“I’ll put the cats in the bathroom” you said, knowing they would likely try and make a run for the door. After about 15 minutes of waiting inside for Carmy to return with the delivery men, telling them where to go- he still hadn’t come back in. You went over to the door, looking out the little window next to it to see Carmy running a hand through his hair with a hand on his hip, and snapping something at the delivery driver. 

You cracked open the door to hear what was going on “no- no first fuckin’ strike was the dresser having a huge scratch on the side. Second was the wrong fuckin color! How do you get stark white and cream mixed up? Send it back and gimme’ a fuckin’ refund this is the third time you guys pull this shit never dealin’ with your company again mark refused delivery or whatever on your stupid form” he snapped at them before starting back inside. 

You shut the door and scurry back to the couch so he wouldn’t know you were listening and try to ignore the dampness growing in your panties. He came inside, shutting the door a bit harder then usual and huffing as he shrugged off his jacket, putting it back on the rack. 

“Sorry princess, no new shit t’day. Morons still can’t figure it out. We’re gonna find another set we like, yeah?” He opened the door to the bathroom for the cats before coming to sit back down with you. 

“That’s ok- you look pretty riled up” you said as he plopped down, crawling into his lap and straddling him. 

“Yeah cause I wanted you to have that new bed like I promised an’ they can’t get simple shit right” he huffed a bit, eyes fluttering shut when you rubbed his chest in light circles. 

“I think it’s sexy when you get like that” you said, partial truth and partial distraction to calm him down, bringing your lips to his and kissing him lovingly. He hummed, squeezing your ass and spanking you playfully, kissing you harder and squeezing your cheeks in his hands. 

“Ye’? You like it when I bitch people out?” He asked when you pulled away, leaving hot kisses along your jaw. 

“I love it. So hot when you let the bear out” you giggle as he nips your earlobe, tilting your head to the side to give better access to your neck. He stuck his hands in your crewneck, rubbing his cool hands over your hips making you shiver a bit. 

“Sorry baby, f’got my hands were cold” he stuck his hand down the front of your leggings, causing you to to gasp in surprise laced pleasure as he slid his ice like fingers over your clit. “Mm you do like that, huh? Already so wet” he murmured into your skin, continuing to kiss and bite along the sensitive flesh. 

“Fuckin love it, bear” you whine out, grinding onto his hand just right, your bottom lip coming between your teeth while your head dropped back in bliss. 

“You wanna ride my fingers baby? Mmm?” He asked, lips pressing kissed to the column of your throat in warm, wet pecks. 

“Please- please” you breathe out and he chuckled a bit at your begging, pressing his forefinger and middle finger to your core, causing you to let out a whiny moan “please bear” you manage out and he slips them in curling them against your front wall making your spine arch slightly. 

“Ffffuck- yes- feels so good” you whined, grinding your hips in tandem with the thrust of his fingers. 

“Tha’s it princess- that’s it take what you need Angel” he said hotly in the shell of your ear, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. Your jaw dropped as you rolled your hips faster, crying out when he pressed the tips of his fingers into your g spot. 

“Carmy- Carmy- Carmy” you choke out, walls clenching around his fingers as your peak approached. He chuckled into your skin, kissing your temple chastly 

“Ye’ baby? I’m right here- what is it, tell me what you need” he chides playfully, moving his fingers faster when he realized your hips began to shake as you got closer and closer. 

“Need to cum” you choke out, eyes fluttering shut in bliss “please- please” you begged, voice wavering 

“You wanna cum on my fingers baby?” He pressed his fingers against your g spot harder, causing your hips to buck. 

“Please- please daddy” you begged, pulling him into a sloppy kiss and he smiles into your mouth, pulling away just enough to say 

“Go ahead” before putting his lips on your again, swallowing your moans as you let go. Your thighs tightening around his lap as your orgasm washed over you,  so intense the fuzzy feeling washed up into your chest and over your scalp, a warmth only to be found with this special sort of relief. 

He grunts into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your heat pulsing and clenching around his fingers and sucking him in. “Jesus so fuckin tight- wanna feel this pretty pussy clenching around m’cock babygirl” he tugged his hand out of your pants, swiftly laying you on the couch and tugging off your leggings and now soaked panties. 

“Please - god yes, need it, need you” you pushed your crewneck up over your breasts so he could suck on them and play with them while fucked you. He pulled his length out of his grey sweatpants, lining himself up before sinking into you easily with a breathy sigh. 

“Love it when you beg f’me like that bunny sound so fuckin pretty” he grunted as he started to thrust, the afterpulses of your orgasm still working through you. Your back arches slightly into his cupped hands as he pawed at your breasts, rubbing your pebbled nipples with the pads of his thumbs as he snapped his hips into yours, the sound of skin on skin being heard throughout the living room. 

“Y-yes god fuck me harder bear” you whined, hand reaching down to rub your clit and he huffs a chuckle as he thrusted up into you harder, long forceful strokes that had that red hot coil tightening in your belly as he does. 

“Don’worry princess, I’m gonna take care’a’you” 

Fin.

Tag List:  - @carmenberzattosgf - @daysofyellowroses - @mouseymilkovich  - @gallaghersgal - @maggiesarchives - @carmybrainworms - @l4long-winded - @babyspiderling - @southsideserendipity - @djlnkaled

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Alastor x PregnantReader (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: Cursing, adult themes, pregnancy

Summary

(Y/N) is pregnant with her husband Alastor's child, but lately she's been feeling pretty insecure about her body, and Alastor doesn't like that.

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You stand in your mirror, staring at your big, round belly. It was beautiful that you could make a whole life, and you loved that about yourself, but lately it was getting harder.

You went out the other night and overheard some strangers, who probably didn't even know you were pregnant, commenting on your body.

It just made you feel icky. If people already think that way about me now, what will they say once I'm not pregnant anymore, and I have a postpartum body?

Suddenly, you hear your bedroom door open, and your husband, Alastor walks in.

"Hello, darling!" He walks up to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"How are you today?" You look away, pulling your shirt back over your stomach and moving away from the mirror. You felt embarassed. "I'm okay."

Alastor's head cocks to the side. "Well, you certainly don't appear to be okay. What's going on, my dear?"

He sits on the bed, gesturing for you to sit next to him. You sigh, sitting and turning you head away. "I've just been feeling a little.. insecure, I guess."

"Insecure?"

You sigh again. "The other day when I went out, I overheard some people talking about me." You see Alastor's gaze darken. "What do yu mean?"

"They were commenting on my body, saying some nasty things about how I look overweight and stuff. I don't know, it's probably silly, I guess it just bothered me."

Suddenly, Alastor stands in front of you, grabbing your chin forcefully.

"My darling, you are the most beautiful specimen to ever grace the entirety of Hell. You are a goddess - you're creating an entire life form. And that's not something just anyone can do with the amount of grace you carry yourself with."

You blush, and try to turn away out of embarassment, but he holds you firm, yanking you to your feet instead.

He snakes an arm around your waist, and with a snap of his fingers, elegant, smooth jazz begins to play throughout the room.

He guides you around the room in a ballroom waltz, gazing into your eyes. "You are the most stunning creature to ever appear before me."

"Your beauty reminds me of one of my favorite operas.. La Traviata."

He lowers you into a graceful dip, quoting the opera to you, a romantic lust clouding his eyes.

"Amor e palpito dell univero intero.."

(Love is a heartbeat throughout the univese..)

"..misterioso, altero, croce e delizia al cor."

(..mysterious, altering, the torment and delight of my heart.)

"..Amore! Follie! Gioir!"

(Love! Madness! Euophira!)

As Alastor sings the opera to you, he twirls you in a delicate dance. You stop, putting your hand to his face.

"Alastor, that was beautiful."

"No dear, you're beautiful." He sweeps you up in a dramatic, passionate kiss. "And if I ever catch the people speaking badly about you.."

His eyes go dark. "Let's just say, they'll have to be the next guests on my radio broadcast."

You giggle. "Thank you, honey. I love you so much."

He smiles, rubbing your tummy lovingly, and kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, darling."

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Don't forget, I'm always accepting requests!

[wigglermansblog]

Made in Cybertron

Synopsis : Orion Pax met a bot within the new cave section, the mysterious bot suffers amnesia and Orion wants to help them recover their memories and uncover secrets within Cybertron.

< Prologue II , Chapter 1 >

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PROLOGUE III

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"They surely are quick..." Zephyrstrike hums as he observes the miners doing their work. Carts after carts of energon being brought up into the train to be transferred. Zephyrstrike is impressed. They are strong even being cogless...

Thump!

A loud thump can be heard as the mech turns around, it was Darkwing. "Sir! I heard that you came for a visit!" he salutes to the older mech. "Ah, greetings Darkwing. Indeed I am paying a visit and I must say, I'm quite impressed" Zephyrstrike smiles.

"Thank you, sir! We— I work hard as I can and make sure everything went perfect!" Darkwing said.

"Of course you are" Zephyrstrike said as he walks down the stairs, he strides across the mines, keen eyes observing every bots within the vicinity. Some of the miners stop what they are doing to look at the visitor. Whispering to each other about Zephyrstrike's sudden appearance.

"Hey! No staring or chit-chatting! Get back to work!!!" roared Darkwing. The miners quickly scramble to their pedes and get back to work.

"I really apologize for that, sir!" Darkwing said, tipping his helm slightly. "It's fine, it is their first time seeing me after all" Zephyrstrike assures Darkwing. "Anyways, I have a question for you" the mech turns around as Darkwing adjusts his footing, "What is it, sir?".

"Is there anything unusual within this cave?" he asked. "Unusual...? Well, there's nothing unusual as of yet, why?" Darkwing question.

"It's....nothing" Zephyrstrike dismisses his previous question to the supervisor. "It's just, well... a lot of accidents have been happening recently, just making sure that everyone is alright that's all" he smiles.

"Since everything is going well, I shall leave everything to you—" Zephyrstrike gets cut off when a bot bumping into him, his golden optics stare down at the red and blue bot on the ground.

"Urgh...." the mech groans as he holds his helm, the bot looks up at Zephyrstrike. "Oh, I'm so sorry for bumping into you...ummm...sir?" he said in such a playful tone. He stands up and dusts himself off, "Orion! For the love of primus! No running!" a grey bot comes into view.

"Hah! D! You lose! You owe me an energon cube!" grins Orion. Meanwhile, Darkwing is trembling at the sight. How dare they joke around in front of an authoritative figure.

"ORION PAX! D-16!" he shouted. Both miners snap their helm at the mech who is seething with anger, he stomps towards the mechs and points a finger at them "You better apologise, right now—".

Zephyrstrike holds up a servo, "Calm down, Darkwing. It was an accident, no need to be all....fussy" he said. "But— sir! He bumps into you—" Darkwing protests, Zephyrstrike quirks a brow causing Darkwing to apologise and backs away "Darkwing, why don't you go and see the others are doing?" he orders, "Y-yes, sir!" Darkwing salute before leaving. Both Orion and D-16 are in awe at the sight, this is new, they never see someone orders Darkwing around.

"Well, it seems we got ourselves a bright bot over here" Zephyrstrike said, "Care to introduce yourself?".

"Oh! My name is Orion Pax, this is my friend D-16!" Orion said, putting a servo on D-16's shoulder. "We have never seen you around before, are you new?" Orion question. Darkwing is holding himself back from lashing out.

"Well, you could say that. I'm Zephyrstrike, I am here on Sentinel Prime's behalf" Zephyrstrike introduced himself, both miners freeze at the name of Sentinel Prime. "You work for Sentinel Prime? Woah!" Orion said in awe. "How does it feel to work for a Prime?" D-16 asks, both of them are getting comfortable with the newcomer.

"It's cool and amazing, I must say" Zephyrstrike smiles, "Sentinel Prime is a great leader afterall" he said, but the corner of his lips twitch from time to time. A lie—

"He's on the surface right now, finding the Matrix of leadership in order to bring Cybertron back to its glory" he continues.

"Yeah, Sentinel Prime is our hero! He's working really hard to make Cybertron a better place" D-16 said, Zephyrstrike optics fell on Megatronus sticker on D-16 shoulder. "Oh, it seems you're a fan of Megatronus Prime" Zephyrstrike pointed out.

"Oh, yeah! He's my idol. Megatronus Prime, he's the..." D-16 gently run a finger on the sticker, "He's the—"

"Strongest prime to ever live" all three of them said in unison. The three of them pause, both Orion and D-16 bursting out laughing while Zephyrstrike lets out a chuckle. "Ah, I remember the moment I met him personally...." he said.

D-16 gasps, "You've met him before?"

"So that means you're really old?" Orion chimes in, D-16 sends Orion a glare and jabs his side with his elbow. "Ow—hey!" Orion whine, rubbing his side.

"Well—" before Zephyrstrike could say anything, his comm link beeps. Turning his attention to the device instead of the two miners.

Beep! Beep!

"Oh, it seems my time here is over" Zephyrstrike said. D-16 looks disappointed by it, he really wants to hear more about his favourite prime from a bot that had seen him. But he won't want to ask any further, he doesn't want to interrupt someone's job.

"Well, our conversation has been interesting. I'm looking forward to seeing both of you again" he said, "Now, go on with your day and rest well". Orion and D-16 smiles, "It's really nice to meet you, Z" Orion winks and gives a friendly salute while D-16 gives the mech a nod. Zephyrstrike watches on as both miners return to their berth to recharge.

Then, he sees something on the ground. He kneels down and picks that seems to be a flower petal.

"Hmm..." he hums as he observes the petal, his optics fall on the two miners.

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[ End of Prologue III ]

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A/n : I know this is supposed to be a xreader fic. The main MC barely has shown and only to get a small glimpse. I hope this fic doesn't make you bored :(

But don't worry, MC will show up soon in the next few chapters.

[willowsnook]

I need a drink girly!! (Am I allowed to to put 3-4 alcohol choices? Idk)

Alcohol Vodka (it’s always been you.), Gin (Watch your fucking mouth.), Brandy (Do you enjoy pissing me off?), Wiskey (You’re mine, end of discussion.)

Mixer: Italian soda (Charles Leclerc)

Glass: Cooper Mug (Enemies *to lovers?���🏻🫶🏻🙏🏻*)

charles leclerc x reader

it's always been you watch your fucking mouth do you enjoy pissing me off? you're mine, end of discussion

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As Arthur's best friend, you were no stranger to F1 and F2 races, though you definitely preferred the latter, which surprised a lot of people. In your defense, you didn’t have to share Arthur at F2 races. Anytime he dragged you along to F1, you were stuck hanging with both him and his older brother, Charles.

Growing up with the Leclercs, you knew Charles very well, and you had always fought with him for Arthur's attention. Since you and Arthur were the same age, you naturally became fast friends, especially because your families were always around each other.

Charles had been closer with your older brother, but when he went off to boarding school, Charles turned his focus solely to teasing you. His teasing always revolved around you following Arthur like a lost puppy and your supposed schoolgirl crush. It had made you insecure at first, but Arthur assured you many times over the years that he didn’t see you that way. Besides, you’d seen Arthur at his worst too many times to ever consider him romantically.

“Do you enjoy pissing me off?” A familiar voice called from behind you in the Ferrari garage, and you smirked before turning around.

“What? You don’t like my outfit?” you asked innocently. Dressed in papaya orange, you twirled to flaunt your McLaren attire, purposely donning Oscar’s number to rile him up.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to wear another team’s colors when you’re in our garage,” Charles said bossily, and you snorted. “Where’s your little boyfriend anyway? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you grumbled just as Arthur strolled in, pulling his brother into a hug.

“Don’t stop your flirting on my account,” Arthur teased, causing you to roll your eyes.

“I’d rather cut my tongue off than flirt with her,” Charles retorted.

“Likewise,” you shot back, glaring at him. Arthur, amused as always, ushered you out of the garage, handing you off to Rebecca. You pouted, and he gave you a look.

“Until you and Charles realize you’re madly in love with each other, we’ll have to keep doing this split custody thing,” he teased.

The idea made you laugh. Yes, Charles had grown more attractive as you both got older, and you did find yourself laughing at his jokes when he wasn’t looking. And Charles had noticed you’d grown up quite nicely, tracking you with his eyes whenever you were together, much to Arthur’s amusement.

In Arthur’s mind, it was only a matter of time. After all, what could be better than the two most important people in his life ending up together?

A little later, you were grabbing a water outside the garage when two girls complimented your outfit.

“It’s nice to see someone here in something other than red,” one of them joked, and you laughed along.

“I can’t stand Ferrari, especially Charles,” she added, and you raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” you asked curiously.

“He’s so cocky, it’s insufferable to watch,” she said, and your expression hardened.

“Have you met him?” you asked.

“Well, no,” she stammered.

“So just because you’ve watched a few interviews and didn’t like his answers, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, you’ve decided he’s an asshole?”

The girl stuttered, but you cut her off.

“Charles is one of the most down-to-earth people I know. And even if he was cocky, he’d have every right to be. His driving record speaks for itself. So maybe watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking about him,” you snapped before turning on your heel and storming off.

Rushing around the corner, you slammed right into a hard chest. Looking up to apologize, you realized it was Charles, giving you the strangest look. He had clearly heard everything.

Mumbling an apology, you scurried away before he could say anything.

You stuck to Arthur’s side for the rest of qualifying and groaned when he mentioned that Charles had invited both of you to join him, Carlos, Lando, and Pierre for dinner later.

When you met the group in the lobby, Arthur grew suspicious when you and Charles didn’t bicker the entire way to dinner.

“Did you guys have sex?” he blurted out, causing you to choke on your water. Charles looked at him in alarm before shifting his gaze to you.

“No, Arthur! Jesus,” you sputtered.

“Then why are you both being so weird?” he pressed.

“I don’t think we’re being weird at all,” Charles said smoothly. “Right, Carlos?”

“Don’t drag me into this,” Carlos muttered, turning back to Lando. Arthur eyed the two of you closely for the rest of the night, until an idea popped into his head.

As you all left the restaurant, he was supposed to call an UberXL.

“Sorry, guys, only normal Ubers available,” he said. “Y/n and Charles can grab their own ride back.”

Before you could protest, the car pulled up, and Arthur practically shoved everyone else inside, leaving you and Charles standing there, dumbfounded.

“Wanna just walk?” you suggested, breaking the silence. He nodded, and the two of you set off back toward the hotel.

“I heard what you said earlier,” he said, testing the waters.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied nonchalantly.

“Uh huh,” he said, keeping his eyes on you. “I didn’t know you were capable of saying nice things about me.”

“I didn’t like hearing them talk about you like they knew you,” you confessed. “It’s different when I do it. I have evidence to back it up.”

“Oh, do you now?” he asked, smirking, and you smiled lightly.

“Tons.”

As you approached the busy street near the hotel, Charles grabbed your hand to lead you across. You blushed, and your face grew even redder when he didn’t let go once you reached the other side.

“Thank you, though, for what you said,” he said quietly, and you gave his hand a gentle squeeze in response.

“If only Arthur could see us now,” you joked, and Charles laughed. “He’s always been obsessed with the idea of us being together.”

“Yeah, because he knew how big of a crush I had on you back then,” Charles said nonchalantly, and you halted.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, stunned.

"It was always you that I wanted to spend time with, not him," Charles said gazing into your eyes. "All those times I was 'trying to steal him away' was really just trying to be around you."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

Charles shrugged, pulling you along to walk again, "Honestly for a while I thought you were into him. And then we didn't see each other for a while and when we did I decided that if pretending to fight for his attention was how I would get to be around you I just went with it."

“Charles…” you began, but your voice faltered, unsure of what to say next.

He glanced down, a small, sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s fine. I didn’t expect anything to come of it. But now... I’m tired of pretending.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The busy street noise faded into the background, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

“I had no idea,” you finally whispered, meeting his eyes.

“Well, now you do,” he said, his tone soft but sure, his hand still firmly holding yours.

Taking a deep breath, you squeezed his hand again and smiled. “Maybe… we don’t have to pretend anymore.”

His face lit up, the nervous energy between you dissolving into something lighter, warmer. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing your cheek.

“Good,” he whispered. “Because I’ve waited long enough.”

With that, you let out a small laugh, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement settle in your chest. As you started walking again, this time with your fingers still intertwined, it felt different—easier, natural.

[a-v-j]

Snap: "Have you ever had suicidal thoughts?"

Cor: "My head does that, but only for shit and giggles"

[kuni-is-daddy]

can you do a scaramouche or kuni x wanderer x reader threesome story? i love your writing btw!! (⁠^⁠^⁠)

Wanderer x scaramouche X female Reader

'Agree to disagree' : word count 1.5k

ScaraFicList

Cw: Minors do not interact past the cut! This is a nsfw post!

Remembering when wanderer talked about how he gets angry at himself all the time- Me when i don't post.😭

Kuni and scara would always argue with eachother for no reason- yet always agree with eachother when it comes to their shared love for you. "You want to take her to a vantage point for a date? Ugh. Could you think of anything more boring than that?" Scara lightly stroked his black pen against the paper, pretending to write Wanderer's idea on the list.

"Lets take her to that teahouse in inazuma, they have great black tea there." Wanderer nearly hurled at the idea. "Yes..Inazuma..." Scara mumbled. Truly a nation of filth, One he use to spend centuries yearning to overthrow. Oh how he'd love to see the look on his creator's face as he destroyed the grand narukami shrine, burning down the sakura tree with his electro flame as- "How ridiculous, is that pathetic nation really all my past self could think about? So much.. That i use a date as a excuse to destroy it?" Wanderer leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs while scara snapped out his daze. "You imbecile. Do you need your mechanical ears fixed? Thats not what i meant. But sure..Maybe that would be an even better reason for you to go. A fool like you could use a trip there instead of hiding in this nation of delusion and...-" Wanderer raised an eyebrow as scara ranted. "And...?" "I needn't say more, Thats all this place is. Cant believe I got stuck here of all places after you foolishly erased yourself. Did you really think the gods would listen to US of all beings?"

Scara got out of his chair, walking towards his reborn self and scoffing at the glowing vision under his ornament. "It doesnt matter, obsessing over that is a waste of time. What matters is that Y/N is safe now. When we're done with kusanali you can 'wander around' and see for yourself what beelzebul thinks of us- you. For all I care." Scara sucked his teeth and sat back down. 'safe from what..me?'. "Lets go to the vantage point first, Then go out for tea. But Not, In inazuma." He snatched the paper from scara. "Fine. Then I expect that you at least picked a decent spot."

Scara held your soft hand as the both of you followed wanderer up the cemented pathway, Heels clicking under your sparkling black dress to match their suits. Wanderer had his ornament on a upper pocket besides his tie, as scara had his on his belt. Of course..Wearing a dress this pretty would be a hassle to wash but it was nothing compared to hearing your two lovers bicker over them 'copying eachothers taste in clothes and gifts.' Just thinking about it made you giggle. Wanderer then broke the silence by wrapping his arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him and almost stealing your held hand from scara. "The scenery is breathtaking isnt it baby?" "Yes! you picked out a great spot wand-" he cut you off, "Shh..No need to thank me though." Wanderer trailed his hand down to your waist. "You wearing this dress I bought is more than enoug-" Scara then pulled on wanderers tie. Giving a death glance to himself that made you gulp "S-scara! why'd you-" you shrieked. "Is this why you saved my plans for last hm? More of your pathetic and desperate attempts to show off for y/n?" Scara mocked. In an instant it was as if you we're sandwiched in between the two puppets chests, wobbling in your heels as wanderer everso tightly rubbed his hand along your waist while scara moved his hand ontop of wanderers. "Show off? Hah, Its childish for you to even think that. Is talking bad on yourself a kink of yours?" Wanderer smirked. You sighed and countined to look at the pretty sunset while they argued over your head.

The 3 of you arrivied at the teahouse Scara suggested, Beads of cor lapiz hanged along the white slicked walls as decor if it was freshly painted, along with plush cushions and chairs. "Guess picking a nice place is something your reliable on. Y/n why dont you wait over there while me and scara get our table ready?" Wanderer said, to which you nodded then sat at a nearby cushion. "So. Are you paying?" He asked, "Unnecessary, just put it on the northland banks tab and the fatui will-" the ballader bit his tongue. Since he erased himself the fatui wouldnt have any knowledge of giving him or receiving mora. "What? Tsk. Dont tell me we relied on that 9th ranked guy for mora?" Wanderer sighed. "I wouldnt rely on that mortal for anything. Especially on his affiliation with the doctor. I have my own mora. I guess Lessor lord kusanali gives you an allowance as they call it?" "Dont bother. I have a job unlike you, 'balladeer.' such a bygone title.." "Oh right...Running around sumeru for Buer is that-" The balladeer was interrupted by the waiter. "Hat guy, Scara. Why are you two arguing? This is supposed to be one of Ms Y/Ns special days." Scara rose an eyebrow, eyeing down the waiter "Who the fuck are you? Heh. The audacity some of you humans have. I cant believe I live around you-" Wanderer nudged at scara's side. "You fool. Look at her eyes." The waiters eyes we're glowing a slight green, with a stroke of neon green coming down the womans hair. Nahida hid her mouth behind her hand, giggling at the two. "Heheh sorry- I just wanted to check up on you two. Is everything going alright? Is she having fun?" Scara rolled his eyes. "Ugh.. If you tried any harder buer id start to think you actually cared." "We're fine buer. Y/n finds my past selfs immaturity amusing. You can stop with this stalking hobby of yours." The mini archon smiled, completely forgetting about the waiter and acting as if it was her own job.

--(Wanderer is referenced as Kuni.)

The 3 of you arrive to your home. You walked into your shared room, kicking off your heals then throwing yourself into bed with a heavy sigh while wanderer and scara locked up for the night. The both of them would feel so guilty for you being this tired and assume it's their fault. When you actually just had really long day. They'd knock on the door before climbing into the bed, only wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Wanderer sitting up in the bed while scara trailed his hand through your hair laying beside you. "Scara...kuni.. please im fine.. just a bit tired.." "No..that's not it.. we shouldn't have been arguing on our date...let us take care of you tonight y/n." Kuni tugged at your stockings while scara snickered at his pleads. "O-okay..just be gentle please.." you laid your head against the pillow with a clear view of scaras devious expression, he whispered in your ear "There's my good pet~" before smashing his lips against yours, making your legs twitch as Kuni climbed ontop of you, trailing his hands under your dress and towards your hips. "S-scara~ slow down i-" he placed your chin in his palm. "Shh... spread your legs for master" you parted your legs as you felt your stockings subtly rip with each pull. Before you could scold the two puppets again, scara pulled you into another kiss. Letting his tongue explore your sweet taste.

God he hated sweets but having it through you made it so much better he made sure to steal it from his present self. Kuni looked up from in-between your legs to view your head getting pushed into the pillow by scara as his hand trailed down to your clothed cleavage. Getting hard just at the sight of it, he pulled your undergarment aside. Your glistening wet folds causing him to lick his lips before digging his black painted fingernails into your thighs. You gasped for air as scara pulled away from another heated kiss. He rubbed his fingertip on his lip, looking at it to see your smudged lipgloss rub on his finger. The both of you stared at eachother, catching your breath until you felt a warm sensation though your lower body. "Ah! K-kuni..Fuck!!" Hearing you curse shot another wave of lust throughout their ears, you wanted them to be gentle but God the line holding them back from devouring you grew thinner and thinner.

Scara rubbed in circles on your cleavage roughly while Kuni's tongue swirled around your bud. Your shared bedroom echoed the sounds of your mixed pleads and their praise in your mushy mind. They we're both painfully hard. Scara began shifting in the bed for any type of friction and making Kunis tongue slosh inside you while he rubbed his finger on your bud, completely disregarding his 'breathing' just to moan endlessly into you, sending shivers throughout your body. "M-master..M' so close. Please don't stop! I-" "that's it pet.. louder, I wanna hear how good masters making you feel." "Hah...you taste so good baby~ want you to squirt all over my tongue.. be a good girl and let go for me..just like that~" Your toes curled as your thighs inched closer to kuni's head, reaching your limit and screaming out his name while your juices gushed onto his tongue and face. Scara sunk his face into your neck after hearing you plead out again, Cumming untouched in his shorts. You tried calming down from your high, breathing heavily until Kuni and scara pulled away from you, Unbuttoning and unzipping their clothing infront of you. Flustered you tried hiding your face with a pillow until you felt one of them straddle you by your legs, raising them up above his shoulders. Kuni laughed, pulling the pillow away from your face and replacing it with his aching hard on.

"Dont hide now Baby, This is your special night."

GOOD LUCK TO ALL WANDERER/KUZUUZUZU/KABUKIMONO/HATGUY/SCARA PULLERS. I HOPE HE COMES THROUGH THE SCREEN AND MAKES U FEEL GOOD. 👍🤭

[bittersweetorpheus]

☆ LIFE, DEATH, AND REBIRTH ☆

☆ AUTHORS NOTES ☆

(This ended up getting written from Dottore’s POV. The God featured here is reader.)

😋 SACRILEGIOUS DOTTORE X DEITY!READER ???!!!!

I know I’ve been going for M.O.N.T.H.S but I came back to drop this and leave again. I was chatting with a dottore bot on character.ai which got my brain juices flowinggg so I had to open my computer and write this!

P.S: a certain part of this fic was inspired by one of hoyoverses other games *cough* HONKAI STAR RAIL *cough* 🤭. The real ones know which part it is ‼️💪

☆ CONTENT WARNINGS ☆

Death, gore, corpse, body horror aspects, sumeru archon quest spoilers

Dottore would admit that he wasn’t the least bit religious. Unlike the families that would give thanks before each meal and the Tsaritsa who believed Celestia should be struck down for trying to gain authority while You were absent, he couldn’t care less.

Afterall, however powerful they were, Archons could still die, so what was the difference between them when they all succumbed to the hands of death in the end? Was it power? No, he, himself, had created a being powerful enough to host the Gnosis of Kusanali, the Dendro Archon. Was it their life span? No, he, himself, had managed to create doubles of himself, all from different points in his life.

So in short, he didn’t spare a thought for the Archons, left alone The Creator. This, of course, did not help his nefarious reputation by any means, but he spared it no thoughts.

He did however grow curious about the abilities about this so called Creator when rumors about their descent started. Now, he finds himself in his main laboratory in the Tsaritsa’s palace with The Creator sitting on the examination table across from him- mind you, the cot that he had stained with blood just a week or two ago.

Now that he thinks about it, he never got around to cleaning it.

“Well?” The voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He turns to look at them.

They wear a veil made out of a material he’s never seen before. Its sheer enough for him to make out the outline of Their face if he squints, but not more than that. Their clothes are made of the same material and seem to flow and move on their own, as if gusts of wind are constantly blowing at their garments.

Even if They aren’t The Creator, they’re definitely something far from mortal.

“Your blood is certainly unlike any I’ve ever seen before. It’s as if you melted cor lapis and combined it with crushed star sliver, but it glows like lumenstone. I wonder if it has any affect on organisms of this world, or if it just looks like this and nothing else.” He observes.

They chuckle dryly, “why don’t you drink it and find out?”

He grimaces beneath his mask, he’d rather not chug down a nefarious bodily liquid at 2 in the morning from someone who he dosen’t care much for.

Not that They were unattractive, of course. He would go far enough to say They were probably the only one who made him take more than a few glances at. No hard feelings, he just dosen’t care much for The Creator… or fakers.

They seem to pick up his feelings about what They just said and glide down from the examination table.

“Or would you rather I show you some properties of my blood myself?” They ask, pointing their intricate fan towards the corpse of his previous patient across the lab from them.

That fan had gotten Pantalone and Ningguang into an amusing biding war against each other, each hoping to gift it to The Creator. In the end, The Creator caught wind of it and ended up setting up a business meeting to stop the nonsensical month-long biding war. They left with a blush on their face and both several times richer. Apparently The Creator had managed to get them to get along and turn the business meeting from about one about a fan to an important business meeting that helped both of them build important business connections with each other.

“Give me the vial,” They command.

He’s already walken over to Them and given Them the vial before he realizes what he did.

They pour the vial of their ichor over the corpse and it springs to life in an instant, screaming and moving away from Dottore.

It seems like the people they revive retain their memories, Dottore notes.

“Are you satisfied now? Or is there something more that you’re expecting?” They ask him. He can’t see their face through the veil but he gets the uncanny feeling that they’re staring straight through his very soul.

“I’ll admit that this is quite fascinating, however, it’s… unexpected, to say the least.” He admits.

“Oh? Why is that?” They drawl.

He gets the feeling that they’re probably smirking right now.

“While some legends do say that The Creator’s ichor heals and even resuscitates people, most them say that even a drop of The Creator’s ichor could bring about the cataclysm.

Once, he had wondered if that had been the start of the cataclysm, or if it was just another fabrication.

“Hm, is that how this world sees my ichor?” They hum, “well, every universe has different theories about me.”

“Oh? Then is it true? Can a drop of your ichor cause the end of this universe?” He says, teasingly, or mockingly- he dosen’t really know either.

“It depends on the mood I’m in,” They reply.

Yeah, They’re definitely smirking right now.

“But I suppose with the type of person you are, you wouldn’t believe me unless you saw it with your own eyes,” They say, snapping their fingers, “come, my darling Zandik.”

He raises his eyebrow at that. That definitely caught him off guard, all right, however, what catches him more off guard is the portal that appears in his lab.

He takes one last glance at his laboratory. This chance only comes once in a life time, after all. Even if They aren’t what They say They are, at least he’s getting some entertainment out of this.

He steps into the portal after them. Curiosity killed the cat, or whatever ridiculous saying there is, but he’s in one piece when he steps out of the portal.

He gives himself a quick glance over. No new limbs sprouting from his body.

He takes in his surroundings. He seems to be in a universe with buildings that look similar to Liyue’s but with flying ships and surrounded by more advanced technology than he can take in.

“Look.” The Creator commands, pointing to guards dresses in what he would assume is this world’s armor.

On a side note, they’ve arrived on a huge tree overlooking the middle of a battle.

Some soldiers crouch with their hands over their heads. Looking closer, Dottore can see branches sprouting from inside their armor, (their bodies?), and growing outwards. Slowly, they all collapse and become afflicted with the same condition as them, sprouting foliage from their bodies with a grotesque scream.

Sensing his confusion, The Creator launches into a story.

“Not many people know this, but I don’t create the universes and worlds all by myself. This world was a case where I got bored and decided to create another god, or Archon, as you call them in your world, to have them shape this world instead. Whilst they was shaping this world, they grew more and more attached to the mortals in this world. They approached me and told me that everytime a mortal that he loved past away, their heart grew heavier and heavier. They begged me for a sample of my ichor, believing that if the mortals started drinking my ichor in place of water, they would remain immortal and everlasting, just like me. I warned them of the risk but he stayed adamant. I loved them, so I gave them my blood.” The Creator seemed to wilt in sadness. “Instead of being ‘gifted’ eternal life like they thought the mortals would be, the mortals became struck with a curse where, when they died, their body would start decomposing like it would a normal dead one, but they were still alive. In a last ditch attempt to save their people, the god sacrificied themself to me, hoping that their sacrifice would convince me to help their people. I buried the god in the earth we’re on right now, and the power imbued in the earth was the cause of the foliage growing from the mortals… or immortals now, I suppose.”

“Dottore stayed silent for a few beats after their story, “then if you’re The Creator, will you ever die?”

“It depends on what your definition of ‘death’ is,” The Creator replied, “I’ve died millions of times, over and over again and will continue to do so, but then again, I’ve also never died a single time and will never die. I am not the god of life, death, and rebirth, I am the concept itself. Everything comes from me and everything will return to me in the end because I am everything.”

The Creator slowly removed their veil, and reality itself seemed to break the more of Their face that They revealed. They looked him in the eyes, and it felt like he was looking at everything and nothing at the same time. He could see the void in their eyes, a place of nothingness, but also everything that was happening in the universe at the same time.

They put their veil back on. “Well, did that satisfy your curiosity, my darling mad scientist?”

Dottore could feel his heart speed up, an unfamiliar feeling filling his chest- Oh Creator, is he religious now? Well, whatever he might be now, he thinks hes not so against drinking nefarious bodily liquid after all.

[aliwritex]

BLUE LIKE THE SEA pt.2 yt22

AZUL DA COR DO MAR

summary: brazilian!reader x yuki. part two of: Your friends want you to get together with Yuki so they plan a whole trip just for you to see each other again.

warnings: fingering, oral (fem rec), protected sex (wow) pure female pleasure

wc: 2k

notes: after a total of three people asking for this here it is. i am writing for the requests but this was already done so i rather post it now. enjoy!

You decided to take a long shower – a cold one at that – and wash your hair to relax. Yuki could hear the water hitting the tiles through your bedroom door as he checked, once in a while, if you had finished. When he heard the water stop and the glass door open he ran to his own room for a shower too, calculating that you’d have time to get dressed while he did. Minutes later he was knocking at your door.

“Come in” you said, making your bed. Yuki stood at the door for a couple seconds, eyes fixated on you. “cat got your tongue? or did you just forget what excuse you were gonna use to come in here?”

“You’re a tease” he blushed.

You nodded, a slight chuckle leaving your lips. “Come in, you can sit, just finishing some things.” you said as you walked back into your bathroom. “How are you liking it here?”

“It’s nice. Very warm, more than são paulo. I like it.” yuki really tried to concentrate on what he was saying but he had gotten a glimpse of you putting lotion on your legs from the open bathroom door and you had this god damned shorts and tank pajama set.

Of course the set was strategically picked but he wasn’t innocent either, showed up to your door wearing only sweatpants, his tanned chest and messy hair still damp from the shower. It was safe to say you were driving each other insane. He just wanted to be inside of you and watch you squirm under him.

You walked to the edge of the bed, standing in front of him, between his legs. “Stop looking at me like this”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to touch me and fuck me but won’t actually do it.” you rested your hand on his cheek, he leaned onto it.

“Do you want me to touch you and fuck you?” he teased, testing the waters as if somehow he still didn’t realize you were down bad for him. His chin now resting on the exposed slit of your stomach as hands rested on your hip bones and he maintained the eye contact, waiting for your response.

“Since you took me to your stupid hotel room and refused to do it.” you answered, fingers combing his hair back.

“ ‘M sorry I just didn’t want to be the type of guy that takes you out to dinner just to fuck you. And you were drunk, I couldn’t do that to-“

“Just shut up” you leaned down to kiss him, your hand still on his face and he stretched the most he could, chasing your lips. His hands on your waist traveled down, going past the waistband of your tight shorts, cupping your ass only to feel your thin thong on his fingertips. Feeling unhinged he snapped it against your skin, making you feel the sting right in your asshole. You gasped into the kiss, a small smile adorning your face now. He took advantage to pull away from your lips and make you stand up straight as he kissed your stomach, his fingers lifting up your top and budging it up right under your boobs.

Yuki rested his chin back on your stomach as his fingers reached your shorts “Can I?”

You nodded, feeling his hands go back inside your shorts and drag them down till they fell to your ankles. As you stepped out of them his middle fingers reached for the visible wet spot on your pink underwear, tightly circling it. He pulled you closer, hugging the back of your thighs so he was face to face with your cunt, he could practically smell your arousal.

You reached for the thin side of your underwear and pulled them down, making him pull his hand away and reconnect it immediately to your naked cunt.

“Need to get my mouth on you. Can i?” he looked up.

“Yes, yuki, anything you want, just please do something” He stood up from the bed, turning you around with a hand on your waist, making the back of your legs hit the bed.

“Lay down then”

And you did, he crawled over you, telling you to lay against the pillows and spread your legs so he could lay between them. Yuki smiled before hooking his arms under your legs and pulling you closer to his face. He kissed and sucked on your thighs, leaving a mark on the inside, earning a unsatisfied groan from you but it was soon replaced by a sigh when he placed a kiss right on top of your clit. His tongue licked up your slit, stopping at your clit and circling it before going all the way down again and poking at your hole. Your hands go down to his hair, fingers locking on the damp strands as his mouth slowly moved to your clit, sucking your lips on the way up.

He focused his mouth on your clit as his fingers made their way to your entrance, teasing with circles and poking before making their way in. He already knew, from earlier, what he could do to you with just his fingers, but now, with the help of his mouth, he was sure to drive you insane. Yuki took his free hand up your body, soft touches to your waist making you shiver and squirm, his hand reached for your boob, going under your thin top and tugging on your nipple. With his arm now against your chest he could feel how you started to heave when he curled his fingers up to your cervix. Your stomach started to tense up when he pulled his lips away from you and blew directly on your clit just to tease you.

“Yuki, please” you literally whined

“What do you want, baby? Tell me” he asked between kisses on your thighs.

“Don’t stop, please” you said, pushing his head back down to where you needed him.

He smirked against your skin, satisfied with how desperate he had gotten you. His lips kissed down to your clit again, immediately starting to suck on it, now determined to get you to cum for him, and you did. As soon as he sped up his fingers your legs tensed up around his head and the flick of his tongue made you fall apart. Yuki fingered you through your orgasm, kissing up your stomach all the way to your chest, where he pulled your shirt down to reveal your perky boobs. He left pecks all around your nipples before kissing you, your hand grasping at the hair on his neck as your tongue explored his mouth, begging for more.

“Are you gonna let me suck you off?”

“Maybe another time, wanna be inside you now” you nodded, letting him know you wanted it too. He reached in the pocket of his sweats, pulling a condom from it.

“You fucking slut.” you grinned and slapped his arm, squeezing it when you realized how thick he had gotten since the last time you saw him.

“Better be a slut than unprepared” he smirked as he got up to get rid of his clothes and put it on.

The second he was ready you pulled him back on top of you, kissing all over his neck as he aligned himself to your entrance. You smiled when his hair tickled your forehead as he pushed himself in, before he bottomed out and his head dropped to the crook of your neck and a soft groan left his lips. Your mouth fell open when he gave one more push of his hips to ensure he was all the way in before starting to build up his thrusts. In a couple of minutes he was pounding into you, small but strong movements that made his cock brush against your cervix, the soft moans that left your lips driving him insane.

Your hands were on him, one pushing his hair off his face and the other holding on to his shoulder. His cold chain was dangling in your face as he hovered you so you bit in down, stoping it from hitting your nose but it didn’t last long. Your mouth dropped open when he took his hand down back to your clit, toying with it between his fingers. You started to feel overwhelmed by the stimulation, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as you got more desperate by the second. Your hands were now all over his back and neck as he hurried his face in your own, kissing and nibbling on it. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and possibly making it harder for him to fuck into you but the last thing you could do at that moment was think.

“Yuki, ‘m close, not gonna last long.” you whined.

“Got you, cum for me” he whispered against your lips, kissing them to shut you up before anyone heard you.

You really tried to keep it in but he was fucking you so deep that you just couldn’t, your moans kept spilling into his mouth and he couldn’t resist pulling away to hear you whispering his name and how good he was making you feel. You came almost aggressively, back arching off the mattress as Yuki kept fucking you through it, slower so he could watch your face.

“Fuck, Yuki, shit, so fucking good” you breathed out. You pulled him in for another kiss, your legs weak around his waist but still holding him so he wouldn’t move.

Your clenching around him had his orgasm so close, he just needed a little more. So he pushed your legs apart and started thrusting into you again, you couldn’t really control your volume after two orgasms so he covered your mouth with his hand till he was done. Yuki came in the condom, a couple grunts coming from him as his head fell to your shoulder and his body stilled and dropped on top of yours.

You hugged him, leaving a kiss to the side of his head after he left one behind your year. He rolled off you, both of you groaning when he pulled out, and you reached for his cock, taking the condom off of it and swiping your finger on his tip, collecting a bit of his cum to taste. He watched as you took the tip of your finger to your mouth and licked it humming when you caught his taste in your mouth.

“Good?” he teased and you nodded, blushing at the way he looked at you “Don’t go all shy now”

“I’m not, just the bliss of the orgasm”

“Good one, then?” he teased, pulling you in closer to his side, making you tangle your legs in his.

“Are you always this cocky when you make a girl come?”

“Just the ones that tell me i’m ’so fucking good’” he smiled, pulling the blanket to cover your bodies.

“You think they’re still up? I’m dying for a glass of water right now”

“I’ll get it, want some too.”

You watched as Yuki got up and put his sweats back on. If anyone looked at him they would tell right away that he had sex; his hair was a mess, his face was flushed and his back was red from your hands and nails, a hot look in your opinion but you really hoped no one caught him on the way to the kitchen.

He came back with two glasses of water, handing you one and resting the other on the bedside table. Yuki watched as you downed the cup of water in one go, feeling slightly cocky at it. “Want more?” he asked, handing you his own this time.

You take it and drink some more, finally satisfying your thirst and thanking him. “Did anyone see you?”

“No, they’re still outside playing pool”

“Don’t you wanna join them?” you asked as he settled on the bed.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, no, it’s not that. I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to do this whole thing just because we fucked, it’d be totally fine if you wanted to leave, you know?”

“So you want me to stay?”

You nodded as he got under the blanket and moved closer to him, tangling your legs together and laying your head on his shoulder. “Is this okay?” you asked, biting then kissing right where his jaw met his neck. He nodded, letting his hand snake down your back and rest on your ass.

[hansolsticio]

Anon dos shows nos EUA aqui ✋🏻 lá vai a dissertação sobre cada membro (menos o hannie e o Jun 😭). Se preparem para o textão!!

Mingyu: ALTO PRA UM CASSETE! o homi é um poste, as proporções corporais dele são extremamente harmoniosas, uns braços super fortes, as pernas super compridas e a pele dele parece cor de mel, num geral muito fofinho o show todo e tem uma voz mais grossa pessoalmente.

Dk: sunshine em pessoa, tem energia pra dar e vender, corre pra cima e pra baixo, não para quieto um minuto e o sorriso dele iluminava a arena inteira. A voz dele é a melhor coisa q meus ouvidos já escutaram, ele também é bem alto e encorpado.

Minghao: ele é bem magrinho e alto pessoalmente, fica muito no cantinho dele mas é muito atencioso e performa extremamente bem, sério, ele dançando é de outro planeta.

Vernon: Ele me surpreendeu muito, pq é 100x mais lindo pessoalmente! O rosto dele é perfeito, ele também é bem alto e mais na dele como o The8. Ele cantando water foi minha perdição.

Woozi: Muitoooo bombado e encorpado, a voz dele é completamente perfeita cantando. Ele olha pro palco e para as carats com um olhar de admiração, mesmo sendo mais na dele dava pra ver os olhinhos brilhando e achei isso muito legal.

Dino: q garoto vagabundo, sério!!! Ele não é tão alto assim mas é bem fortinho e dançando ele é um puto! Minha parte favorita foi a parte dele em snap shoot, a voz dele é igualzinha na gravação.

Joshua: Extremamente bonito, mais alto do que eu imaginava, super encorpado também, tem uma voz de seda e mais grossa pessoalmente. Ele é muito charmoso e carinhoso!!

Seungcheol: Eu saí do show extremamente apaixonada por esse homem. Com toda certeza é a pessoa perfeita pra ser líder pq ele emana essa energia, ele é totalmente gostoso e sabe disso. Na parte de introdução dele as carats ficaram latindo e ele ficou todo tímido e bicudo mas falou q tinha gostado KKKKKKKKK. Eu vi nitidamente o quanto ele ama os meninos e as carats, ele parava em vários momentos e ficava no canto do palco só observando com os olhinhos brilhando.

Hoshi: O hoshi não é tão alto e é mais “magricelinho” ele dança, canta e performa extremamente bem! Da pra ver claramente que ele nasceu pra isso. Assim como o dk, ele tem energia pra dar e vender e a parte que mais me marcou foi quando ele manda todo mundo fazer horanghae no começo do show.

Seungkwan: É a pessoa mais fofa e gentil que eu já vi, ele é bem pitico e envergonhado, mas ele desceu, cantou com as carats, pulou.. a voz dele, sem explicação, também um mel e exatamente como nas gravações.

Wonwoo: os peitos dele são maiores que os meus!! Ele é super alto e fortinho também, bem ombrudo. Tem uma voz bem grossa e também é mais “tímido”.

No geral, o show do seventeen foi a melhor experiência da minha vida, eles são extremamente talentosos, dao o melhor de si, são muito atenciosos, estão a todo momento mandando beijinho, fazendo coração, animando a plateia, valeu cada centavo que gastei, juro!

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(muito obrigada por compartilhar a experiência, você uma querida muito querida [🩷]