#i don't think i come across as intimidating ?? fuck i hope not bc

[altarfates]

in 2025 i hope that none of my mutuals are ever nervous to speak to me or send asks and know that if you act silly goofy and insane about your muses and our ships and just in general we're probably gonna get along fine.

[cirqosmos]

MORE BLOOD

2023 | 13+ | 1.4k | COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES × ENHYPEN

GENRE reverse harem, vampire! enha

WARNING nothing :3

AUTHOR'S NOTE I know I know don't come at me, it's just a short story to celebrate 600 followers! And partly bcs I'm dying to write one 😭😭 thank you sm for reading all my stories and all those kind words and encouragement it truly matters to me and that I truly appreciate it!! I suck at words LOL ok let's not say such self deprecating words but ily folks :3

"This way, miss." snapped out from your deep thoughts when the maid in their formal attire led you to the deep , dark hallways in which the dark red carpet stood out to you the most; it was red for sure, however as you observed the intricate patterns below your shoes—tiny spots of deeper shade of red splattered all across the long, long hall.

"U-uhm? Hey.." the maid had her head slightly tilted at you, "Where are we going?"

"To the masters." she replied in a serious death tone, a stark contrast to when she greeted you in front of the mansion's porch.

Eerie, you thought—however are you seriously having a second thought after signing up for the maid contract in a suspicious, isolated mansion of who the god knows who they belong to? Probably, an old man with an overstretched moustache with his old suit, or maybe an old maiden who prefers to stay isolated in the mansion given to her by her wealthy parents, or a dozen more reasons your wearied mind couldn't put themselves into.

A large main door spreads open before you and the luminous light peeking from the glass windows hits your line of sight, pulling your hands up to your eyes quickly. Rubbing your eyes, your sight were met with a few strangers—young men scattered all over the place

Something you particularly notice was the main desk with scattered papers on top of them, piles of books on the smooth floor, all round you stood a colossal collections of books—resembling a library however it was akin to being consumed by a man-eating monster.

"Young master, we brought your special dinner for today."

"I'm—huh?" Before you could say anything, the door slammed right to your face.

"Hm? Are you an A+?" A red haired young man suddenly were before your very eyes, you were dead sure he was standing a few metres away from you just now.

Your eyes widening frantically upon the strange question, his fanning breath over your face had goosebumps riled through your skin. "F-fuck what?"

Loosen ties hanging down to their white shirts underneath their black jackets, icy pale skin and intense gazes looming over you with orbs that screams those that belong to monsters.

"Tsk, manners, Sunoo!" Puppy-like eyes softening your heart yet the golden crimson orbs of his had your stomach churning. Collars pulled up, red tie and strings of bracelet round his wrists. He exudes downright cockiness and somewhat flirty as his tongue laps on his lower lip, eyes never faltering from you. He took your hands onto his lips, pressing a sweet kiss on it much to your dropping jaw. "Forgive us, young lady. My name's Jake, what's yours—"

"Fuck, we're no longer in the 18th century, goddamn Jake. Quit that act."

A long groan escapes from the blonde haired boy, or Jake as they call it. "And why should I listen to you? Last time I check, none of the maidens look at your way because of your cold ass demeanour."

"You say that again!"

"S-stop, why are you all so noisy." Sunoo whined as he sticks his fingers inside his ear.

A barrage of ruckus from the two man had you silently pulling the door behind you in hopes to escape yet it to your utter disappointment, a hand slams it back right to your eyes. You look up in fear for this young man with faint blonde highlights on his bangs looking down at you with downright contempt. Intimidating he was, it was as if he was eating you with his intense red orbs.

"Where do you think you're going, human?"

Gulping a huge saliva down your throat, "W-w-what are you gonna do, huh?! You think you're so brave for doing this, what—" you widened your trance as if you were a sumo, slamming your hand on the man before you. "K-kill me? Bitch? I'll haunt you if you kill me!—"

"Pffft! She's funny—" a light hearted laughter came out from the young man emitting princely like vibes from the window, you couldn't make out much from his face as the luminous sky behind him overshadowed his form. "I like her."

You couldn't move an inch as the man started to approached you—the beauty mark on his nose and his more defined fangs coming into view as he smirk down at you, "I didn't know our dinner got a feisty mouth. Tsk, I don't mind though. What if you stay here and be our little toy instead?"

"Toy?! Little t-toy?!" You let out a scoff of annoyance yet you know this is was only an attempt to stop yourself from shivering, "Hellooo?! if this is the place where I'm going to work then sorry, I don't have time for this bullshit—"

"Chill, everyone! At least we could give her a little dose of kindness before we sent her away, yeah? Won't hurt to show a bit of kindness, Ni-ki." says the red haired young man with foxy eyes and orbs resembling the shade of his hair, utterly gorgeous he was as he gave you a sugary smile. The sleeves of his coat were folded up revealing his arms wrapped in bandage. "What's your name, sweet one?"

"Huh? Treating a human with kindness? What's that even?" Ni-ki, the tall young man who stood behind your back spun you around, leaning closer as his harsh gaze filled with utter contempt, "You're not even close to our level, peasant."

Sunoo rolled his eyes to the back of his head, "There's no hope for you, Ni-ki."

Clenching your trembling fists as you let out a hiss of annoyance, you pushed him over making him stumble backwards and pushing the door opened, sprinting for your goddamn life.

You took one last look over your shoulder only to wholly regret it as their monstrous orbs stayed fixated on you, you knew they could easily get you then and there but you still tried taking all your might to get away from that devil's place, going as farther as you can in these never-ending hall. Taking endless turns when a large double doors appeared on the end, light peeking through the glasses giving you a hope for freedom.

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as you pushed the door open but greeny bushes surrounding the area, a gazebo and a fountain a few metres away greets your sight. You realised you were at the garden of the mansion much to your downright disappointment.

Grey misty fog blots out the entire garden as you slowly bring yourself to the pathway trying to find for an exit. Yet, you felt like you were going into an endless loop of maze, your energy only depleting as you panted relentlessly. Beads of sweat trailing down your jaw from your forehead.

"Exit, exit.. where is it?!" You frantically roamed around the garden, as the thought of any chance of survival would vanish into air if they suddenly appear out of nowhere.

A harsh tug on your cardigan had you stumbled backwards on someone's chest, looking up only to dark red orbs resembling a cat; jet black mullet, black web chokers on his neck as red lips pulling up to reveal those fangs.

Your breathe were caught up in the back of your throat, his cold ice fingers caressing your face and tucking the strands of your hair in the back of your ear only accelerated your already rampant heart.

"You smell so good.." breathing in, feline eyes gleaming into something you couldn't fathom. Your heart dropping in immense fear as you immediately pushed him away from you. The warmth of his chest gone from your arms.

"C-creep! Stay away!" You shouted right at his face.

You spun around to the direction back to the mansion, however another one stood before you; grey lush hair, tall frame and dark blue tie hanging loose on his white shirt, his hands in his pockets.

"Who the fuck are you again?! S-stay away— or else!—"

"Hm, you look pretty." his golden crimson orbs a few inches away from you, as you were slammed right to his chest. "Would you let us keep you, little one?"

"Yoi, wouldn't that be too selfish of you, brother?" another arm sneaks into your waist, pulling your back to his warmth chest. His voice near your ears sending shivers down to your spine, "Right, kitten?"

"Let me go you bitch!—"

A soft blow to your face had you letting out a tiny yelp, "Sure, why not?"

Multiple hands suddenly snaps right before your eyes, harsh tug all over your arm pulling you different directions. Golden crimson and dark red orbs gleaming around you under this heavy misty fog, shutting your eyes tight with a series of harsh cries of pain escaping from your lips as you felt this burning sensation of something sharp sinking right to your neck, arm and shoulder.

"Your blood belongs to us."

© sweetpieceofnightmarez [2.22.2023] don't repost or plagiarize.

[the-only-trans-sopranos-fan]

THE SOPRANOS SPEECH AND DEBATE AU HEADCANONS

-tony: i feel like he would be one of those kids who did a WW2 expos and he would also try to do LD but he would just end up getting super pissed and calling his opponent an idiot so his coach forbid him from doing LD

-meadow: i just KNOW she's a DI kid OBVIOUSLY, she tries to do basically every event and like super good at everything it's insane. only thing she can't do is HI, but i think shes also an oratory kid and she also does debate while doing a moral argument for like everything

-carmela: i feel like she would also wanna do DI but she just can't communicate her emotions very well at all so it just comes across as apathetic and meadow places above her every time and she's gets so pissed. also tony forced her to be pufo partners with him and she regrets it so much, it is literal hell trying to build a case with him

-paulie: definitely expos except he changes his topic like every week and every tournament he ends up going in his rounds with a completely unmemorized script and just kinda bullshits the whole thing, just going on an endless rant abt something he likes, and gets ranked last every time, so he finds his judges' houses and wacks their kneecaps. bc he sucks at actually sticking to a script, his coach keeps telling him to do impromptu but he thinks it's stupid (even tho its basically the same thing as what he's doing with expos) . he's also doing a duo with christopher and it's the bane of his existence

-christopher: obviously an interp kid. i feel like he puts together the worst poi's known to man, and him and paulie are doing like the fuckikg worst goodfellas duo that gets ranked last every round

-silvio: he's actually pretty decent at LD, he's rly good at keeping his composure and hiding how nervous he is. also he tries to do extempt in hopes that he'll get a mafia topic but he never does and it makes him sad

-bobby: interp kid at heart, he has a darjeeling limited script he's cooking up because it's set on a train. his coach is trying to get him to branch out and do a speech or LD, ofc he's doing an expos abt trains, but he sucks at LD bc he's too nice

-junior: i feel like his favorite event is congress honestly, he's that much of a loser, he's kinda bad at everything else honestly. he tries to do debate but just thinks he knows enough abt the topic and doesn't have to research and then goes in and gets fucked on every round

-janice: is pufo partners with whoever she's dating and just completely overshadows them bc she's so good at intimidating the opponent. i feel like she does a little bit of every event honestly, she's rly good at doing emotional speeches in OO, OA, and impromptu and the judges eat it up every time and everyone else is so pissed abt it. she also occasionally does a DI that wins first in every round. everyone is so scared of her bc of how good she is at emotionally manipulating the judges, it's scary. she's also so stuck up abt it and i feel like she low key bases her self-worth on how she does in speech and debate cuz honestly don't we all

-aj: he does a sonic HI every year because he thinks it's funny

[valeffelees]

hey Valen, umm, 🍕🥑🍎?

hey what's up, thanks for coming to hang out!

🍕 What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

oh fuck this is a hard question, because i don't think anything could have prepared me for the overwhelmingly kind things people had to say about without sun. i still haven't replied to any of the comments i've gotten on that fic bc when i scroll through them, i feel like my brain shuts down for a moment. i look at them and think, they can't be talking about me. they can't be talking about my story, my writing. but they are, and what the fuck am i even supposed to do with that, yk? every comment i've gotten on that fic feels like my favourite comment i've ever gotten. someone told me it was heartbreaking. someone told me my depiction of the mage was complex and intimidating. someone called my prose lovely, aching and beautiful. someone said the atmosphere was deeply haunting, that they hope i write for this fandom forever, that one of my scenes captured something extremely magic and extremely human and universal at the same time. i keep seeing all these words—visceral, melancholy, gorgeous, immersive. and i just, holy fuck. holy fuck. holy fuck? so yeah, i dunno, i really can't pick a favourite. (i have another fic i posted several years ago now, and every year since i've gotten an annual comment from the same user telling me that they still love the story, and that means a lot to me, too.)

🥑 What are you currently working on?

my main wips at the moment are: - without sun, a magickal mishap story in which simon snow accidentally curses the entirety of watford into thinking he's dead, allowing him to take a look into the lives of the people he loves most to see how they would handle a world without him, only for him to discover the reality of grief is not what he expected it to be. - ballad of the final sparrow, also known as bitverse. a non-magical alternate universe, set in small-town ontario, in which simon snow's mother has died, his best friend is moving away, he's pretty sure his girlfriend is ghosting him, and his father won't get off the couch. in other words: his life is falling apart, and to make it worse, he can't seem to get any sleep. he begins to spend his nights scrolling the back corners of the internet, diving through abandoned web forums and exploring old, innocuous threads. then, one night, he stumbles across the link to a private domain titled BAZ.ai/chatroom-1. this fic is unposted, but it's one of the most bleak, visceral stories i've ever attempted to write. - fragile things (and how to break them), once upon a time known as there's a werewolf in london. i talked about the plot at length before here, if you're curious, but something about it i don't think i mentioned in the orig post is how much of the story is actually a journey about baz and his vampirism, about him learning what it means to accept and be accepted, finding family in strange places, and discovering that sometimes true happiness starts with letting go.

🍎 How do you prioritize which stories to work on when you have multiple ideas?

and i answered this one here

[ask me things!]

[sse0jin]

genshin guys as people you'd meet out in the world but they're based off of dreams i had.

honestly i wrote these while i was sleep deprived and they were more for my friends bc i love them. also some or all of them might be ooc bc hey theyre based off of my dreams. enjoy

zhongli ; sophiscated looking guy you meet in the cafe. you try not to stare, you really tried not to but as soon as you looked away from him you slip and god you close your eyes and held out your hands in hopes that it'll lessen the impact. instead you feel an arm steadying you by wrapping itself arround your waist. you open your eyes as soon as you feel the arm, and the iced coffee going down your leg. hes apologizing but hey, even though your leg's sticky, smells like coffee, and it'll definitely stain your pants, he's adorable so you accept his apologies.

kaeya ; the flirty guy across the street. he's covered in layers protecting him from the harsh snow but he's definitely parading his face and as he should because GOD DAMN is he handsome. he sees you lurking about infront of your house waiting for something, who knows what? and waves at you and proceeds to shamelessly compliment your legs since you didnt bother to change your shorts out in the winter. you're embarrassed but now you know a cute neighbour thinks you have really hot legs.

thoma ; your rental boyfriend. nice and adorable and endearingly chivalrous, you've totally fallen in love with this gentleman ever since he followed you around everywhere, listened to you talk with great interest and talked with you like you've been together since ages ago but you know your love isnt meant to be considering he's only doing this for your money. you knew the illusion breaks at 12 am.

diluc ; your academic rival. he's cold and intimidating and unbelievably attractive. he scowls at you, face stuck in a bored expression otherwise. but deep inside he's lonely and grateful for your presence as he remembers you being nice to him even with his unapproachable nature, he hopes you're not being nice out of obligation. check your locker for a letter written in elegant writing tomorrow.

childe ; the handsome part timer at a grocery store. dude, you are so lost and it didn't even occur to you to look up and read grocery signs until you asked a man with red hair and contagious smile on where the tomatoes are. he happily leads you to them instead of pointing them out. hey, maybe they got a discount on cute boys today?

itto ; the guy in the club who saves you from a creep. okay it's been half an hour and you're really sure that someones been following you, you don't want to go home in risk of exposing yourself so you go to a crowded place that's up this late, a club. you walk in and spot a guy drinking by himself in the bar and approach him. you cling to him and whisper your situation and you're immediately held by him and accompanied until your stalker gave up. you paid for his next drink and kissed him goodbye.

xingqiu ; the cute guy in the library. okay, not to be a total loser but you've definitely been peeking at this guy looking through the library shelves for the past several minutes. he was dressed expensively and holy shit deserved cause he's really adorable. sometimes he'd pick a book and read the back of it before shaking his head and placing it back. you stop because it was getting a bit weird until moments later you feel a tap on your shoulder, you look up and it's the cute guy asking if he can borrow the book you're reading after youre done. shit, you really gonna make him wait? course not, you told him you were done and handed the book to him which earned you a thank you and a smile.

razor ; that guy that keeps visiting the animal shelter you work at to interact with the animals. you really don't know how long this dude has been doing this but you've only been here for 3 months and fuck it he's really cute. the animals looks excited everytime he comes over. you would be lying if you said you didn't find him adorable everytime he quietly coos at a dog. one day you approach him and asked if he wanted to help you feed them threats and you swear you've never seen someone light up so fast they start vibrating. you guys feed the animals and from then on he starts greeting you and looking forward for when he spends more time with you.

xiao ; the cold classmate who always sits near the windows. he's cute and cool and super smart but you're 99% sure this guy doesn't have friends. you take it upon yourself to try and talk to him but he ignores you anyway. one day you apologize for your behaviour and turn to leave but he stops you. his face was really red and you're REALLY certain you can see tears forming in his eyes, he asks you to stay and so you did.

venti ; the super popular idol you accidentally bump into. he's disguised and you apologize repeatedly for bumping into him but he lets out this?? angelic laugh and you SWEAR you know this voice but you can't quite remember. you give him your number and rushed away to your destination, leaving him dumbfounded as he gently puts away the paper in his pocket. next time you meet it's in a meet and greet because your friend dragged you with them. venti spots you and takes out his phone and the crowd goes silent as they're confused of what he's doing. in this quiet ass venue your ringing phone breaks the silence and you're really fucking embarrassed until venti shouts, "found you!"

bennett ; your super duper cute underclassman friend. you met him while his and your classes co-joined for a school activity and he accidentally tripped onto absolutely nothing and you rush in to save him. he exclaims loudly that that was the first time someone broke his fall and now he's super attached to you calling you his lucky charm. well he's cute so you let it slide.

albedo ; the professor everyone has a crush on. yeah, he's hot and way overqualified to be this school's science and art teacher. smart AND artistic? jesus take the wheel. he's easy to approach, albeit a little weird but everyone over looks it because he's geniunely a really good teacher and a good guy.

(bonus)

scara ; xbox kid who knew what slurs to call u cuz hes an empath

[lila-skies]

Your first impression to your mutuals? (Kindly ignore if you dont want to answer :c)

okay! i won't be doing everyone, though just the selected ones who had a specific impression

@kallikrein - i've never felt uncomfortable around katie tbh. maybe it was because she was the first one who started a conversation??? but honestly, i think it's more like because katie, for me, has this gentle personality somehow which is very comforting! and she's very friendly, too and that makes it easier to approach her.

@keimisan - A GOOD WRITER. i came across mal's mikey long fic before and i loved it so much, so i tried requesting a mitsuya one and istg i fell in love ;; and i've always seen mal as this sweet, caring person even if she doesn't show it that much.

@sxlver-sweet - arba's fr the one first tokrev writers i followed. i was so shy to talk to her before but she posted one scenario before so i was like fuck it! and went straight to her inbox. what i really like about arba is that she really speaks when she has to ??? like she's not gonna let the rude anons get what they want or sumn. other than that, i also feel comfortable around her.

@haruchyio - oh sweet, sweet sennie. i really like seeing sen on my dash tbh. i see sen as a warm person! she's kind and friendly, plus she's funny too. she's the type of person you never want to get hurt and will always protect fr.

@mqnjiro - i've never felt uncomfortable around naya too. it's very easy to start a conversation with naya maybe bc she's full of energy most of the time??? but i really adore that about her.

@mqtsuno - i was shy at first, honestly. but it wasn't so hard for me to talk to chif for some reason because just like naya, i think it's because she's very lively on the dash as well, and it feels like she's very welcoming (???) as a person IDK IF I USED THE RIGHT WORD and if i'm making any sense but that's that. in short, friendly LMFAO.

@zvchinni - just like chif. she also has this welcoming (???) energy that's why i don't get so shy approaching rae anymore as much as i did before. when i don't see rae on my dash yelling about haruchiyo, i feel like something's missing. 😹

@01-20-1992 - i was genuinely intimidated before and honestly until now but not that much anymore 😭 himeno radiates the bad bitch energy (HIMENO DONT BE OFFENDED PLS I JUST CANT THINK OF A BETTER TERMHSJFKFKSKD) y'know like the popular student or sumn. anyways, even if i found it kinda hard approaching himeno before, i still did bc of the professor ran, and i really had fun talking to himeno that time soooo.

@8kh - similar to himeno in a way. i also felt intimidated at first but it didn't last that long??? i think or maybe i still am but anyways we've interacted a few times, but i think hunter's a nice person n i hope these bitchass anons see that + i like seeing her takes on tokrev as someone who can't organize her thoughts HDHDHSHAHA.

@svnflowery - we really don't talk to each other but VERY SWEET !! i hope you know that i come back to your comment on my kazutora fic from time to time whenever i'm writing smth 😭

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

hi I'm back again. Anyways; as always you don't have to answer if you don't wish! How do you think the residents would react to a young Pureblood MC? (I'm talking about young like a minor.) With that Gen Z in a nutshell personality. Obviously no romantic feelings, just in your opinion how do you think they'd react? all of my questions are just "coincidentally" oddly specific aren't they, totally

Oh shit whaddup I love the idea of Gen Z MC!!! Young pureblood it is, here we go! I’m going to be moving from the assumption that they’re like Comte/Leo; very sympathetic to humanity and sometimes have existential crises (trauma babeyyyyyyyyy). As such, I’ll also be assuming she’s not super close to her family given she rejects the larger vampiric hierarchy/superiority paradigm, memes and modernity, all that jazz

I hope this fits the bill! c:

Under a cut bc is a lonnnnnnng boi~ Click after Napo to see everyone else’s! No explicit triggers that I’m aware of, but if anybody sees anything I missed feel free to let me know

Comte’s reaction:

Absolute baby, he has decided this is his grandchild--no he will not change his mind or take constructive criticism. Get’s ESPECIALLY concerned when he starts to see signs of that “nothing in life matters 😎” nihilism, but doesn’t pester them about it or becomes naggy. Growing up he had similar issues with the prospect of eternal life surrounded by creatures with a mortal lifespan, so he doesn’t judge. He’s more like nah we all hit that vibe, let’s see if we can get their mind off it c: I feel like Gen Z really understand and appreciate the importance of culture and art, so I feel like they would bond a ton over trips to museums/plays/concerts! Invites them to tea time if he ever sees them particularly silent (ah yes, repression) or particularly tired, and does his best to ensure their safety without being intrusive (has briefed the men to escort/accompany her as needed, though Sebas usually does it).

If he sees fangs out around baby he will thrash the shit out of the perpetrator--unless it’s an accident. No excuses. That’s a child. Doesn’t give a FUCK if they’re another pureblood even with all the arranged marriage bullshit. He said what he said. (Remember that biting between vampires or vampire + human relations is considered something that’s only done between intimate partners, so he is having none of that for a minor)

Leonardo’s reaction:

Also certified granddad, but he’s the one that enables shenanigans and is just like “oh worm” when it comes to the existential dread (it’s a Tuesday). At first though Leo is basically that meme like: (Stupidman = Leo, Maddie = MC)

Not all purebloods are necessarily dangerous, but most are either incredibly indifferent to the plight of others (especially humans) or actively range from like playing social mind games to being sociopathic murderers/etc. the list goes on. As such, Leonardo is suspicious to no end until he sees that the kid really doesn’t have any ill will in her. She jokes with Sebas (they quote vines on the daily) and works with him normally; even when Leo asks Sebas he’s just “????? bro she’s just my kouhai, thanks for worrying tho”. One day he’s tasked with escorting her to grab groceries and assorted things for the mansion, and she freezes in place before bolting across the street. Turns out she saw a kid trip in the road and fall, and a carriage was moving fast from the other side--it likely wasn’t going to be able to stop. She scoops up the kid and holds them close, and when the parents try to thank her profusely she just seems more uncomfortable with the praise than triumphant. She didn’t want the kid to get hurt. If she could do something about it, it was as simple as that.

From that point on they’re hella chill and hang out together, usually just bonding in silence. If they’re an artist, he’ll offer them pointers and technique manuals--will help however he can. If not, they’ll just be reading together in the library now and again. If she falls asleep, he’ll tuck her in and watch over her (cue red eye meme when the door opens, but then it’s just Vincent so he c:). He’ll often pay close attention to her eating habits to make sure nothing’s amiss with her health since she’s still a growing pureblood. If she struggles with what she is a lot (given she’s sympathetic to human beings) he’ll synchronize his Rouge drinking with hers to make sure she doesn’t starve herself ;-;. Even if she’s just forgetful about drinking/eating, he’ll do what he can to make her life easier (that’s how he shows his affection uwu)

He will, of course, also tease her about being a baby until she kicks him in the shin while Comte sighs and tells him to knock it off with a smack upside the head

Napoleon’s reaction:

Not granddad energy, but you better believe he’s in a weird territory between sheer admiration and “I am your older brother now, eat your vegetables” “But I don’t even need vegetables” “Eat your vegetables and I’ll take you to a crepe shop” “............deal” 

Basically it’s unlikely MC is super close to her siblings or even has any (pureblood children are a rare feat) so she’s like......wary, but then she just ???? this is.....kinda nice? Just having somebody that cares in a chill way, but still fully encourages her to throw men across the street if they’re hurting women/children (high fives her every time). He’ll often invite her to the swordplay lessons with the kids alongside Isaac’s teaching; she’s free to join in the learning, or honestly just hang out with people closer to her age (he’s v concerned about her having friends that she can relate to and talk to freely). 

Protective in a subtle way, like Leonardo. Escorts her places and helps her carry groceries without fail when Sebas is running other errands. She becomes his crepe shop cover buddy whenever he has an intense hankering for sweets: “wanna go to that crepe shop around the corner” “you’re just too chicken to go alone, fool” “do you want crepes or not nunuche” “............BOKBOKBOK” “aight that’s it **gives her a noogie**” (they go anyway and have a marvelous time rating the crepes from best to worst, they got a whole list goin’) 

Glares Arthur down if he so much as LOOKS in her direction

Mozart’s reaction:

Mozart is just the “what is with this sassy, lost child?” meme. Doesn’t dislike them, but they are just not remotely threatened by his haughty disdain by any extension. And he HATES IT. The MC is always just “Okay, boomer” and he just ?????? He doesn’t know what it means but it’s openly dismissive, so he mad.

Like idk if y’all know this meme, but it’s the same energy as:

It’s only when he notices she’s always punctual and careful with his requests that he starts to warm up. For example, she makes him a mocha by combining the way he likes his coffee and hot cocoa to perfection when he falls asleep at his piano. (She feels bad for him after Comte explains because--though he’s got a stick up his butt--he’s clearly distressed in his new surroundings ;-; Plus, the kind of perfectionism Mozart exudes is an extension of internalized shame, and when she begins to see that she really shifts her approach.) As such, he begins to soften to her presence. He begins to see that she isn’t indifferent to his existence, it’s more that she sees no need for intimidation and believes admiration is earned (basic respect isn’t a privilege, it’s a right). When he figures that out, he stops being so barbed and terse--starts to relax. Offers to let her stay and listen to his pieces if she wants, and she’s honestly touched given his clear struggle with vulnerability. Cuddles with Schelm at the window as he plays, and they become good friends. 

As a result, Mozart becomes fiercely protective despite her sturdier nature as a pureblood and has hissed venom at Arthur about the fact that she is off fucking limits. Doesn’t leave her alone in the same room as the other men unless it’s with Jeanne or Comte; he don’t trust like that.

Arthur’s reaction:

Sweating a lot at the sudden collection of baleful eyes sticking to his back everywhere he goes, but figures he brought it on himself to an extent. That being said, he can’t really get a word in edgewise given she just walks away when he tries to engage in conversation or compliment her.

Tough nut to crack this one, but he doesn’t let it discourage him. The only way she’ll give him the time of day is to play chess--and she kicks his ass soundly every single time. He’s fascinated by her extensive analytic ability, but she keeps silent about her strategies and thinking. Dazai and Theo always love to watch him get his ass handed to him, but he considers it a really interesting experience; it gives him insight into her mind, no matter how much she tries to hide. Patient, efficient, brutal--this kid has seen some shit, probably.

It’s after that point he just concedes she probably won’t let him in, though it doesn’t diminish his curiosity about the future; and perhaps traces of dread. What does the future look like for both her and Sebastian to be that stoic and aloof? It worries him...

Vincent’s reaction:

Vincent is v v impressed by her sense of self, and honestly sees a lot of Theo in her. She’s a little more reticent than Theo, but she has this same commitment to protecting the vulnerable and penetrating through the lies/shitty convictions of others. She is not a person who bends easily, but even so there’s a quiet kind of gentleness to her: she always chats to him v calmly, asks if he needs anything and is doing okay, doesn’t get impatient when he drops things or forgets his apron for the laundry. I think he would respond very positively to her presence, even if it wasn’t intentional. He just brightens up like a little sun and asks her out to picnics for fun; he has no greater intention than enjoying her smile and silly antics (he doesn’t always understand the references, but the way she executes it with so much dry wit--like Theo--makes him laugh). He just feels the warmth of family/familiarity around her ;~;

Ironically, they’re both exceedingly concerned for the other because they’re too self-sacrificing jkashlgdks like this is 100% a case of “I can’t let a young lady risk getting hurt” “Vincent I’m literally indestructible please just let me do this” “But it still hurts” “But I don’t want you to scar--” (This conversation extends so long that the author felt it would be more beneficial to add an etc. here). 

He admires her and trusts in her abilities more due to the nature of her maturity, treats her like a cherished friend and sometimes younger sibling (not condescending but very indulgent; gives her the last of his sweets for example, or pats her on the head when she’s feeling gloomy--more of a wholesome puts her first). But make no mistake, he will throw hands in milliseconds if she gets ganged up on or can’t handle a threat--he just lets her handle most things bc she’s capable~

Isaac’s reaction:

Torn. Because on the one hand, she’s very serious and conscientious about her work--doesn’t want to inconvenience or trouble anyone--and he relates to that heavy.

HOWEVER.

She’s also got insanely chaotic energy when the mood strikes, so when Dazai starts doing his random shitfuckery you better believe MC is upping the ante. (I’m talking AH. ENSLAVED MOISTURE. levels). So Isaac essentially oscillates between thankful for her fortitude to bashing his head against a table for every second he knows her.

In all seriousness though, I would see Isaac as being pretty concerned. Like Vincent, they’re both self-sacrificing to a fault--and he doesn’t want that for her, especially given how young she is. Often tells her not to overdo it or to ask for help if she looks overwhelmed, though it’s not condemning; he says it softly with a neutral look on his face. (He considers it a Certified Mood^TM). He just wants to give back all the care she puts into helping around the house. He doesn’t feel right watching a kid work so hard without reminding her that she should find time to have fun and live for herself too. There will be plenty of time when she’s older to get serious.

He has a fairly easy time interacting with her because of his experience with kids; he takes her seriously (when she’s not clowning) and treats her autonomy with respect. If anything, she’s probably the protective one. She knows he’s an aberrant so she pays laser attention to when he’s suffering and brings him Rouge (not scared because she’s stronger than him and not human lmao, and she sees no need to put Sebastian at risk). When that uni pres pesters him, she goes cold and angry and asks the man to step off when she sees him start to downspiral. They’re essentially on equal footing (he has more life experience, she has more bodily strength/confidence). They're just chill and kind with each other (babies of the mansion, beloved by all).

Theodorus' reaction:

Because he is a manchild, he will be chill/generally indifferent until Vincent starts being indulgent with her (bro-con). He won't be violent or anything like that, but he will pout a storm and try to verbally shoo her away. Because she's a woman, intelligent, and likely a feminist--this will become hilarious because she will not remotely take him seriously. She will just ignore him or roast him in seconds before moving on with her day. Otherwise he doesn't care much because he doesn't have time to play babysitter (unless there's no one else to help).

At the most, he'll make sure she's safe and use the excuse that Vincent would be upset if he did anything less. If she likes/loves dogs and plays with King while she's there, he'll soften up and thank her for taking care of him. If she makes hella pancakes, he'll be the proudest about it--ruffling her hair. If she protects Vincent in any capacity, he'll be torn between jealous, grateful and impressed; he likes a kid that can hold their own and take responsibility within their abilities.

So their relationship is v much like a chill uncle with their niece; fond, but not necessarily super close or spend a ton of time together. He has his priorities, but he won't be an asshat (mostly).

Jeanne's reaction:

Jeanne is confused on so many levels. He doesn't dislike her spunk he's just staggered by her level of sheer reckless, righteous rage. (And he's a bit wary in the face of another pureblood as a potential enemy) but after a bit more time around her he relaxes. She's fairly simple to understand when you get to know her; cares about others to a fault, existential dread, overworks herself. Stays watchful, but he just treats her like the younger kids that Napoleon brings by the weapons shop when they need armor for practice. It can get a little funny because he’ll just be like “uhhhh uh kids like sweet stuff right? Here have some of the macaroons somebody brought by earlier, I don’t like ‘em that much anyway.” And she just “??? Thanks???” He doesn’t mind being around her, just doesn’t really know what to say so they often fall into comfortable silence after exchanging small talk. She likes that he isn’t complicated; what you see is what you get with Jeanne. It’s nice not to have to keep her guard up every second of the day,

When he sees her feeling particularly down, he’ll take her to that little field of white lilies behind the mansion during a full moon night. The silver light seems to make the petals emit an ethereal glow, and she makes him a flower crown in thanks. He listens kindly if she wants to talk, and if she doesn’t--that’s okay too; he’ll just give her a head pat.

Honestly he finds a lot of relief in the fact that she's a pureblood, because he feels less nervous about her being fragile or her getting fatally hurt when he’s not around. Will still be very gentle with her and protect her when she’s in proximity

Mission Status: Fucking Wholesome

Dazai’s reaction:

Big brother time? It’s big brother time!!!! He instantly makes it his subtle mission to look after her, though he’s v lowkey abt it. She takes one look at this depressed mofo climbing in through the window and just goes “aw yeah, this guy FUCKS” and they become besties at a glance. They basically make a game out of who can be the most absurd whenever they’re in the same room. Comte and Leo find it utterly hilarious, Napoleon is digging a grave for Isaac in the backyard (we all know his heart won’t be able to take it. Mozart is probably next. A moment of silence for our fallen.)

I just imagine them like that one post (@/acoolguy):

Dazai: You ever have to shake your leg because there’s a rock in it? MC: That’s your bones Dazai: Every day I learn some more

He’ll always share treats with her and brings her along for walks if she’s feeling wanderlust; he knows how hard it can be, how restless the heart becomes so far from home. He does his best to distract her with their ongoing jokes, but one day it starts raining very suddenly while they’re out. He rushes her under the nearest tree with broad, broad leaves and settles his haori/overcoat over her head. He looks incredibly serious as he looks to the sky--almost glowering at the dark clouds gathering, He doesn’t look at all like his usual fun-loving self in that split second, even though he’s back to his good-natured chirping “Guess we’ll just have to wait out the downpour. MC, are you cold? I should have been more careful.” She shakes her head and shares the coat with him, holding it out insistently until he relents. Their hands brush and she notices they’re freezing, but she doesn’t say anything. She seems to sense he has a lot on his mind, and leans her shoulder against his. The silence feels fragile; she doesn’t want to risk shattering it--shattering him. It is often said that it is an act of great courage to wipe away someone’s tears. But it can also be an act of great gentleness to turn away, to pretend one cannot see them fall (whether visible or not).

One day, after MC returns to her own time, Dazai returns to his room to find two shadows hanging from his window. Though a little crude--they’ve obviously been made by a beginner--it’s clear what they are. Rain ghosts. (Sebastian later explains it was MC’s wish that he have them, and Dazai only smiles very, very gently in response.)

Shakespeare’s reaction:

MC gets one look at him and knows something’s off. She can’t quite tell what it is, but he doesn’t feel like the rest of the family. She can sense something behind him, something lurking; but she can’t quite place it. (Comte has mentioned before that purebloods can sense each other, so I imagine MC knows right off the bat he isn’t a normal sired vampire--she just doesn’t know enough to identify exactly what it is.)

That being said, she is sus. He keeps talking like some kind of weird ass court jester/fae, and she hated his work when she had to do it for school (only enjoyed the Hamlet memes because, let’s be real, that shit is uproarious). When he tries to coax her to see Vlad with him, she says “'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.” And he just freezes in place before he starts laughing. Considers their battle of wills well-played, and warns her not to go out alone--doesn’t bother her again. Though sometimes enjoys listening to her conversations with others for good roast material. (No he is not taking notes, no this new chara is just fire and feral for no good reason--nothing to do with MC)

Sebastian’s reaction:

The l o r e, MC. Give him the forbidden pureblood lore. Will be incredibly curious and ask about what vampires are like outside of the mansion, for science of course. If he senses discomfort though his questions will die down completely--it’s not his intention to make her uncomfortable. He’s just curious! 

Despite his stoicism he’s actually a very, very understanding and warm person.  Will listen to any teenage jadedness or hopelessness with fond patience, recalling the days he was similar. He’ll offer what advice he can. He’s not one to be preachy, but if he sees someone at a loss, he’ll offer what he thinks might be a productive direction for them. Given her removal from her home and parents--even though she’s already well into high school--he’ll sympathize deeply with her position. Will be a firm but gentle guardian (hello Mansion Mom #2), offers her candy every time she does a chore exceptionally well or offers assistance without prompting. She’s sus and takes it reluctantly at first, but after she tries one in private secretly loves them. Sebas is just silently “you like krabby patties don’t you, squidward”. If she’s honest, she’s comforted by the sense of normalcy and care he gives, the harmless joking and easy respect for others (unless otherwise provoked).

When she finds out about his hobby considers him to be a Fucking Nerd^TM and wants to shove him into a locker, but in reality is endeared by how much he genuinely cares about the men. She thinks it’s a harmless fascination, and she senses the oddest...ephemerality about him. Because of this, she becomes pretty protective; he’s a human and he’s too nice for his own good. While she identifies in one sense, she worries in another. Pureblood are sturdy, but humans can’t necessarily sustain that kind of constant self-giving for long...

Also bc my tag game too strong adding it here: #i love the prospect of pureblood MC trying to bring Sebas and Napo together #MC: bruh i got this #Sebas, full of gay panic: wait, MC nO--

Meme tl;dr in the tags also for your enjoyment! I’m sorry this one took a little longer than most to finish!

[kinksvt]

→ pairing: reader x wonwoo

♕ summary: you and wonwoo had been friends for a while but after some unknown tension that changes.

✱ genre/warnings: friends to lovers!au, dirty talk, degradation, rough fucking, daddy kink, the whole deal, plus a liiiittle bit of fluff at the end bc im a sucker for wonwoo

✱ word count: 3.2k+

1 / 2 / 3

you threw the blanket that was already with the room off of you and put on your shorts, making your way to the door. you turned the knob slowly, thinking every move you made was the loudest thing on earth. slipping past the opening in the door you made, fear of it squeaking loudly, you walked stealthily across the hall towards the stairs to head into the kitchen. you didn't know what the hell to eat or what to do. you just needed to occupy yourself and take your mind off of things.

"couldn't sleep either?" a deep voice spoke from behind you suddenly. your heart jumped and you spun quickly around to see who the person was.

“oh,” you cleared your throat, “hey wonwoo.” the air felt awkward between you two, tension so strong that it could cut a knife.

"hey cutie, what's up?" wonwoo made his way to the cupboard, looking for a snack. you blushed at the nickname as you faced away from him, opening the fridge that was behind you.

"nothing, i was just, uhm, hungry." a mess could only be used to describe you in this somewhat uncomfortable situation with wonwoo.

he looked back at you, seeing you grab the carton of milk that sat inside the fridge. "hey, do you remember when we were younger.." wonwoo trailed off, leaning against the island that sat in the kitchen. you placed the milk on the counter top, stopping everything you were doing. you still didn't look at wonwoo, but your attention was on him. “we used to," he chuckled softly, "sleep with each other?"

your eyes widened, the moments erupting in your mind clear as day. you two would innocently sleep in each other's beds during your many sleepovers. there were times when wonwoo would move closer to you during the nights when you were scared because the rain beat at your window. but of course, all good things come to an end eventually and when you two both sprouted during high school, you both decided it was best to stop without having it to be mentioned. it just seemed right to the both of you. "yes..i do. why are you bringing it up?"

wonwoo had made his way over and set his hand on your shoulder, startling you. "because. ever since the first night you slept in my bed, i couldn't sleep easily without you in it."

it was like you were in some sort of trance and someone else had taken over your body. you turned around to face wonwoo, his warm hand feeling like it was burning your skin. "really?" you looked into his eyes, his own staring into yours.

"yes, really. i always think back to when you slept with me. i always think about the feeling of my arms around you, protecting you. i feel like i constantly have to protect you to make sure you don't get hurt." when you were about to respond, he added, "i don't want anyone else taking you away from me."

that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of heat to your core. "w-what do you mean by that?" you both knew what it meant.

"it means," wonwoo began walking towards you, making you walk back until you hit the other counter, "that i like you, y/n. a lot."

you gulped and followed his eyes that were on your lips. you subconciously licked them, mentally screaming at him to just kiss you already. and as if he had read your mind, he finally leaned in and kissed you. a feeling of butterflies had erupted in his stomach, and yours. he had waited so long to finally be able to kiss you. he had only dreamed of how it felt to have your lips on his own. he pulled away to look at you, your eyes already open and wide. your lips parted to speak but he cut you off, "can i kiss you again?"

you merely nodded and he returned to you. he took the hand he once had rested on your shoulder and placed it on your hip, lightly rubbing the exposed skin. his other placed on the back of your head, deepening the kiss. you were incredibly wet and wonwoo began to slowly become hard. his dreams only had escalted after you two had kissed. he was hoping that his many dreams about you would become a reality at last. "fuck," wonwoo said breathlessly against your lips, "you don't know how many times i've wanted and thought about kissing you.."

"y-you've thought about kissing me?"

"god yes." his fingers brushed against your arm softly, trailing up and down. "you drive me crazy, y/n."

"i-i do?" you thought your knees were going to buckle, you felt so weak.

"you haven't noticed? fuck, i've liked you for as long as i can remember, princess." wonwoo let out a chuckle, "you can't tell me that you don't feel something for me either."

"i do, feel something for you wonwoo." he smirked in response but quickly wiped it off. "come with me." he whispered. grabbing your wrist, wonwoo pulled you away and headed upstairs. his grip didn't loosen, he turned the hall into the room he was staying in, nudging you in and locking the door behind you both. wonwoo suddenly switched on a light that, to your luck, was dim and not extremely bright.

you swallowed dryly, feeling intimidated by how wonwoo stared at you. like a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. "uhm, w-wonwoo-" he raised a hand to silence you, walking closer and closer to you. the back of your knees hit the bed, making you tumble backwards slightly. wonwoo got on top of you and wrapped his hand lightly around your throat. the sensation and the feeling went straight down to where you wanted him the most.

“you know princess.." his hand released your neck, his fingers moving—making an invisible trail down your body, "i'm not happy with what you did earlier." it suddenly clicked in your mind as his fingers slipped the strings of your tank top off your shoulder, pulling your shirt over your head. "did you do it on purpose, baby?"

you whined, feeling small and little under everything wonwoo was doing to you. "no, i-i didn't mean to. i was just-"

"don't lie to daddy, princess." wonwoo's hand cupped your clad breast. "you wanted me to look at you, right? you wanted me to be jealous of jeonghan, didn't you?"

"no, wonwoo, i-"

"what was that, baby?" he slowly dragged his entire hand down your body until he reached the band of your shorts, right above the area he knew he had been affecting you the most.

"wonwoo, p-please," you needed him to touch you already. you were pretty sure your panties were soaked and your clit had already developed its own heartbeat.

"that's not my name, princess." he raised himself back up to your face and kissed your neck roughly. you let out a moan as he began sucking harshly on your neck. his other hand held the other side of your face. "yeah, that's right baby. moan louder. let everyone in this goddamn house know who you belong to." wonwoo was going to make sure that, not only jeonghan, but everyone know who was making you feel good. "who's doing this to you, baby? who's making you so wet?"

"you, wonwoo."

"uh-uh, that's not my name." he smoothed his tongue against your collarbone, also leaving light purple hickeys there. "it's daddy to you, baby."

with a desperate whine, you moaned, "d-daddy, please touch me. i need you so badly."

wonwoo pulled away from your collarbone, looking into your eyes, his own clouded with lust. "such a naughty girl, begging for daddy. can't you wait a little longer, baby?"

you shook your head and wonwoo tsked as he moved down your body to the material that covered your lower half. his fingers touched your skin and pinched the band of your shorts, taking them off painfully slow. you sighed when you were met with the cool air. you didn't wear anything fancy or sexy, considering the fact that you weren't expecting jeon wonwoo to see them. "how cute.." wonwoo brushed his fingers against the baby pink striped underwear you wore, making you shudder quietly. "so innocent, baby. god you're so fucking cute."

you shyed away, moving your legs away from wonwoo. you became easily self conscious, despise from always being looked at carefree and confident. wonwoo grabbed your legs, spreading them open. he let out a groan, "my pretty girl, you're so wet." his long fingers suddenly came into contact with the dark pink spot. "can i?" he asked as his digits hooked on your underwear.

"yes," you breathed out. and with that, wonwoo slid your underwear down your thighs. he let out a moan, "fuck," he sighed out.

"could you remove something? i-i don't like how i'm the only one naked.."

he laughed slightly as he quickly stripped himself, leaving his boxers on. "now baby, what else do you want?"

"touch me." you couldn’t wait any longer. if you did, you think you’d burst.

"anything for my girl.." he smirked and lowered his head between your legs. wonwoo was so close to you, you could feel his breath against your heat. "you're so wet, babe. i bet i could slide my cock right in there." he suddenly placed a sloppy kiss onto your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

you moaned, "more daddy, please i'm begging you." and with that, wonwoo attached his mouth to your pussy, his tongue sticking out slightly.

you moaned again, louder as his tongue quickly glided all across your folds. your hands fisted wonwoo's hair, making him groan, sending vibrations up your body. he flatted his tongue against you, making your body arch. you let out a whine as you clenched your thighs around his head, he took his left hand and rested it on your lower stomach. he brought his right hand to you and entered his digit inside you, causing a pornographic sound to leave your throat. he looked at you and began moving his finger, "that's right baby, wake all the guys up. let them know what i'm doing to you, my beautiful princess."

he suddenly inserted another finger into you, making you gasp. his mouth came into contact with your clit and he sucked harshly on it. his fingers going in and out of you and curling desperately, trying to find your sweet spot. his other hand reached up and grabbed your boob, lightly pinching your hard, pink nub. your senses became overwhelmed. with wonwoo's skillful fingers and relentless tongue on your pussy and pleasure on your boob, you already felt your orgasm approaching faster than you thought it would. "don't cum until i say so," he said, almost knowing your body already. you clenched around him as his tongue continued to lick and suck at your clit. his fingers went as far as you allowed and he curled them again and you squealed loudly.

"daddy, r-right there," your body felt as if it was on fire. euphoria ran through every vein in your body, a ball of pleasure quickly building up in your lower stomach.

"cum for me, angel." you let out a long moan followed with a squeal you didn't know you were capable of making. as you came, your hips stuttered, as if the world was slowly stopping.

"you look so hot when you cum, baby." he pressed one last kiss to your heat, making you jolt with pleasure.

"daddy, i-i need your cock."

"yeah, baby? you need daddy's cock? what a dirty slut you are, so impatient after i had given you what you wanted." he slapped your thigh, making you yelp. you felt your juices run and drip onto the sheets. wonwoo got off of the bed, "on your knees," he pointed at the floor in front of him. you did as he said with no hesitation. you got up from the bed and kneeled in front of him, already knowing what was going to happen. "here's what princess is going to do for daddy." he bent down ever so slightly and grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. "princess is going to be good for daddy, and suck his cock. right, baby?"

"yes, daddy." you swallowed dryly, you've never been this turned on and vulnerable in your life.

"that's my girl.." he then pulled his boxers down in one motion, his cock springing out and slapping against his lower abdomen. you audibly gasped at his size and girth, squeezing your thighs together. his cock stood tall, the tip a crimson color and you could just barely see a few shiny drops of precum beginning to leak out. the veins protruded out from his base just enough for you to see it in the dim light. "like what you see, princess?" he smirked, hearing your gasp and noticing your stare.

"you're so big.." you were breathless, only thinking about the spots he would be able to hit with ease inside of you, filling you up.

"don't flatter me baby, come closer." you thought wonwoo looked stunning in daylight, smiling but he looked even more stunning, sweat coating his body and making his hair stick to his forehead. you took a mental remembrance to this sight as you scooted closer to wonwoo and his awaiting present. "open." he instructed, his mouth falling open in desire.

you did as he told, your tongue sticking out slightly. wonwoo could devour you whole right there at that sight, again. as soon as his tip touched your mouth, he let out a sigh. his cock filled your cavern and you began sucking gently, earning satisfactory moans from wonwoo. you bobbed your head up and down on his dick, your tongue swirling against his red tip. “shit baby, just like that.” wonwoo’s fingers gathered your hair in a ponytail, “can you take all of me, princess?”

you looked up at him and hummed in response. wonwoo carefully slid himself deeper in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat—you gagged slightly.

“you gotta relax babygirl, unless you wanna make it difficult on yourself.” he said, gulping as the pleasure took over him. you did as he said and relaxed, deepthroating wonwoo, earning another moan from him. “yes baby, fuck. keep sucking my cock like that..” wonwoo breathed heavily, now beginning to guide your head up and down on himself. you hollowed your cheeks as he moved your mouth to his liking. while you sucked wonwoo, you felt your wetness gathering down south again, your clit pulsating with need.

wonwoo looked down at you as best as he could, fighting back the urge to throw his head in ecstasy. he already felt his orgasm approaching, seeing you on the floor for him—your mouth wet on his dick. all of those late nights trying to be quiet while fucking his fist thinking about you came rushing into his head. he yanked your hair—resulting in a moan from your throat—pushing you off of him, a trail of saliva falling from your mouth. “fuck, i was gonna cum. god, i knew that pretty mouth could do wonders.” wonwoo smirked as he helped you up, your knees getting slight carpet burn and legs half numb. he motioned for you to lay on the bed as he got out something from his short’s pocket. “can’t ever be too safe,” he took out a condom and quickly rolled it on as he looked at you. you giggled as you waited for him, “hurry up, daddy.” you said playfully.

“uh uh, princess,” he fixed the condom onto his hard length as he came closer to you. “you have to be patient.” he leaned down to kiss you then to whisper in your ear, “or you won’t cum again.”

you swallowed as you nodded and looked down between your legs.

wonwoo fixated himself between you, pumping himself a bit. you whined when you felt him rub his cock on your folds, “fuck,” he groaned. “i can’t wait to ruin you, babygirl.” wonwoo slid himself in you, making you moan loudly.

“w-wonwoo, oh my god,” he stretched you out slightly, filling you up just as good as you had hoped—even better. “p-please wonwoo, fuck me.”

he waited a few moments to let you adjust, “my pleasure.” hips suddenly snapped, making you yell out. “wonwoo!”

he leaned down and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he began thrusting into you quickly. “fuck, y-you’re so tight.” wonwoo didn’t hold back. his cock enveloped in you, gliding against your warm walls drove him crazy. he buried his face into your neck, breathing warmly against your already burning skin. you moaned loudly and raked your nails down his back, making wonwoo moan in unison with you. “d-do that again, oh my- fuck, fuck you feel so good y/n,” his relentless hips rocked against yours, switching between fast and hard. he felt his orgasm returning but he was keen on making you cum first. wonwoo let his hand wander down your body until he found your clit, grazing over it softly when he earned a high pitched whine from you.

“i-i’m close,” you managed to tell him.

“good.” wonwoo rubbed your bundle of nerves, making you squeal with every thrust he gave into you. “you like that, baby?”

you only nodded, feeling your second orgasm building up like a coil.

“yeah?” he asked, beginning to rub you harder as his hips began to slow down a bit. “you like it when i play with your clit while i fuck you, princess? huh?” he held back a moan, “such a dirty little slut for me, whining, not caring that we may wake the others up.”

“w-wonwoo-“

“scream my name, princess. who do you belong to?” wonwoo rubbed you fast and harsh, in time with his dick slamming into you.

it was all too much and your orgasm crashed over you, making you scream wonwoo’s name—like he wanted. you clenched rhythmically around wonwoo, causing him to cum into the condom with a loud groan. his hips stuttered as he threw his head back, lips formed an O shape. he pulled out of you, breathless and collapsed beside you.

the two of you laid in seungcheol’s guest bedroom, tired and content.

“how loud do you think we were?” wonwoo asked, facing you. his post-sex aura made your heart ache.

he was perfect—scratch that.

he is perfect.

and he thought the same about you.

“considering that i don’t think i’ll be able to walk for a while—pretty loud.” you smiled, thanking the low lights for hiding the blush that began to rise on your cheeks.

“so what does this make us now?” he turned on his side, his fingers brushing a piece of hair that fell onto your face.

“i was hoping that we could, be more than friends?” you said but sounded more like a question filled with the hopes of it not being rejected.

“i was hoping so too.”

a/n: i finished writing this at 3:30 am so i apologize if theres any mistakes im ljterally half asleep ♡

[yvningshowers]

Hii henlo Chamomile

I wanted to drop in and say that you're so funny and kind and thoughtful and invigorating. And I am v glad you're not "normal." We wouldn't get to enjoy and relate to tags like this if you were!!

Also, you're like approachable and intimidating at the same time? Idk what's up with that. Like, I felt comfortable sharing my first ever full length fic with you to preview even though I was WRECKED to show absolutely anyone. BUT even tho I really value your opinion and of course wanted you to like it and therfore was nervous, I still felt like "Yv just, they just wouldn't ever hurt me about it, even if it was bad."

The comments you left me on my fic draft made my whole day, probably my whole week. That's why I wanted to send you this ask, to show Yv appreciation. It's been a LONG time since someone gave me such personalized thoughts and compliments on my writing like that, like at all. I took a break for a long time from writing due to like a lot of discouraging and constant criticism I got in my uni creative writing courses. It kinda made me feel like nothing I ever wrote down was the least bit comprehensive to anyone but me, let alone enjoyable. So yeah, you don't know how really, very cool that was of you. Thank you.

Annyway, thesis being: you are easily trustable in the warmth and kindness you put out every day and I hope you know that!! Kind person. Don't let anyone or anything that goes wrong make you think differently! You are good and clever and cool, in like everything you say. Leaving solid gold in the tags every day like that. Like, for free you do that smh.

- Grace💕

....Grace I am going to drown you I am going to drown you in my tears. HELLO!?!??!?! I am pointing the most ACCUSATORY finger at you, going, "YOU!!!" bc you're... you, and I mean that as an accusation yes and it is a GOOD accusation, a VERY good one. You don't understand, it's a JOY to be able to read your writing, you're an amazing writer. I'm upset that you were put down in university, the things you could have been writing if your joy hadn't been rained on... it makes my heart hurt. You are absolutely comprehensive, and IN FACT, like I said, every SINGLE word you put on the page LOOKS as though it was put there with such careful consideration, it truly does come across that way. I'm obsessed, YES it is enjoyable I lost my FUCKING MIND LMFAOOO look... if you have anything more for me.... grabby hands. You ever tried to pry something out of a baby's grasp? Bc that's me w/ ur writing. Just... vice baby grip. Not letting go. Only want more.