#its so gloomy here

[thedrotter]

re:kinder doodle dump part three !!! drawings with wildly different moods www they are more polished ans complete than my other doodles because. why not🥺!!!

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[starrysharks]

zeno's ultimate pokemiku tierlist ⁉️(it's all his opinion and he loves them all regardless⁉️)

[beevean]

Castlevania: Curse of Darkness

Cordova Town

[rotisseries]

i think my zelink playlist is my only good one like this shit is devastating genuinely

[tellie-vision-art]

Wanting more Priyaxel content but also knowing if I want it that badly I will have to make it myself bc it feels like no one actively ships it/makes content for it anymore 😭

I feel like a loser here in my corner hyped up over something no one else cares about and I’m kinda embarrassed about it 😩 like I have thoroughly convinced myself now that I am dumb for shipping it bc no one sees it like I do and people are perceiving me as weird and overdramatic about it 😔

[fappellmoan]

after having so much coffee omg what if i took a nap :-)

[themindelectricdemo4]

I hate my "friends" sometimes

[pseudowho]

You could have walked to the café to meet Nanami Kento alone; you'd have preferred to, in truth, walking slowly in slow drizzle.

Instead, He walked you there, pushing through the tinkling door that He held for you, begrudgingly, as if you should be grateful. You could not look up to meet Kento's eye.

When you did look up to see Kento, stood waiting for your pre-mission meeting, He pulled your gaze back with a scowl, and a grab of your jaw.

Kento caught whispered berating; mumbled pleas.

"--just a work meeting...please--"

"--you remember to text me. You'll do well to remember you're mine."

You jolted from His pat-slap to your cheek, too sharp to be affectionate but too weak to turn heads. Still, humiliation festered on your face, putrefaction laid by His hand.

Kento remained unmoved, passively unthreatened by His filthy glance before He retreated from the shop. Something dark stirred in Kento's gut. The malice was not meant for you.

You sat at the table, wordless, your cold hands wrapping around a coffee which seemed to be, curiously, your exact order. Already here. Already waiting. Just for you.

Kento pulled his own chair out, sitting opposite you, one long tan-trousered leg crossing over the other. You looked down, your eyes cast in shadow. Kento looked to the insidious, gloomy drizzle outside, his sharp features cast sharper by the midday lamplight.

Eventually, achingly smooth, his voice called you home.

"What does 'mine' mean to you?"

You looked up at him, blinking. Your brain ticked.

"I don't...I don't know."

Kento was quiet again, leaning back in his armchair beneath the arching lamp, regarding the rain as though it watered his thoughts. He spoke again; you hung onto every word.

"When I was a boy, my grandfather left me a diamond."

The coffee shop buzz dimmed, and slowed, and muted. Kento captivated you so easily. The world fell away. Here he was. Already here. Already waiting. Just for you.

"It was...exquisite-- the diamond. The best and the brightest. A beauty amongst beauties." Kento took a deep breath in through his nose, feeling your cold little heart slow. "I didn't deserve it. It was...a privilege, to call it mine. A mantle that I bowed my head to bear."

Your fingers loosened around your coffee as Kento continued. His voice strained, aching for something.

"I could never be enough for the diamond, so I...I would build my life around it. Not in spite of it, but because of it. I hesitate to say I possessed it; it was no painting, or ivory box. Its beauty was far too timeless to be owned, for this diamond's beauty would outlive us all. If not in body, at least in memory."

The air felt light in your lungs, and you with it, as if you floated on helium, high and sweet. You yearned to reach for what was not yours. Your little voice spoke up, braver in Kento's ambient warmth.

"Tell me...tell me more."

Kento obliged. "On days when my diamond was dull, without its shine, I'd polish it more. I'm...gentle. I know it better than my own skin, and by the time I'm done, it sparkles."

Your eyes drifted closed to trap your sorrow. Your head bowed down, as if to be a diamond in daydream.

"On days when it shines-- and, god it does shine-- I can only step back and admire it, while it takes its time in the sun. They...deserve each others' beauty, the sun and she, and I would wither and rot if I kept them from each other. My diamond...my diamond deserves the world, and it deserves her."

Kento leaned forwards, now. His ambient warmth kindled higher until you burned as though he were the sun, and you yearned to blossom.

"I fear its loss; I am only, of course, a man, and I couldn't expect others not to covet such treasure, and so I keep it close. I would bring it to my bed, if only it would let me. I'd hold it in my sheets, if I did not fear I would sully it by my proximity alone."

Your lips parted so briefly, your objections snagging on your teeth to remain upon your tongue. Your heart weighed down with mercury and lead. Kento's voice could not be more than a whisper, and yet, with the steam-arm shrieks and the tamping chatter muted to insignificance, you could hear him.

"I would surround her with other beautiful things; not costly things, not necessarily, as if material goods were needed to enhance her. But rather, those things, and only those things that compliment her as she compliments them, be they wildflower or fairytale or fine wine."

Your coffee salted with the drop of a tear from your bowed face. Kento turned aside from your tears; not to disregard them, but to allow their trails to bloom as if creeping wisteria-- growth, in grief. A handkerchief slid across the table to you in one broad, calloused hand, and Kento sounded physically pained.

"Eventually, as I age, I recognise that all I was, am, and will be, can be traced back to such a diamond; not because I could not live without it-- that wouldn't be accurate. Rather, because, with the diamond removed from the equations which make the sum of me, the equations would unravel-- nothing would make sense, and if I ever tried to replace it, I would always come up short. I would never find the answer again. If I were to lose it...I could only surmise that I did not deserve it, like...like a prophecy fulfilled. It is not mine, and it will never be, if I seek to possess it."

As you fought the urge to gasp for air, Kento's voice grew bitter, snide. You caught the sharp edge of a blade; the darkness that reminded you that he could be a dangerous man.

"Men who use 'mine' for their partners are less than a stone's throw from boys who would use 'mine' for a toy car or a set of dominoes. As if...as if they are a thing to be played with, and jealously possessed, until they are discarded and forgotten."

Your coffees cooled in the chilly aftermath of Kento's monologue. Your purpose for meeting was forgotten. You were numb-footed as you stood, and followed Kento outside to the rain in the shelter of his great umbrella. He offered you an arm, and you took it, tucked close to his body.

It was curious, you thought, as Kento walked you to the train station. Arm in arm was less intimate in the eyes of society than hand in hand, but the hold was so much more intimate upon the body of the receiver.

Kento closed his fingers around yours, gently refusing, as you offered him back his handkerchief. He waited until you were beneath shelter, and did not turn to walk away until you did. Your heart pounded. Your body and mind were alive with sweet botanicals and promise. You turned on a pinhead, calling back up the subway steps.

"Kento! Did you...do you really have a...a diamond like that?"

A pause in wet footsteps. Fine needles of rain upon his umbrella. Kento called back.

"Sadly, no. It's only a dream. But if I did have that diamond...well. I would be proud to call her mine."

Your heart would surely burst. You couldn't breathe. Your cold little hand clasped the handrail on the stairs, and you sought to deny Kento's morbid prophecy.

"You could...you could steal it. A...a diamond. Your diamond."

A smile, and a hum.

"I could. Perhaps I shall. Perhaps...soon."

[thedrotter]

as a little treat i am sharing with you little Aya doodles I've done over the last few days to unwind ww just little expressions based on lines in-game because those are always fun to draw. nothing too special just biscuit

it's Aya because upon doing bizarrely throughout playthroughs of the game for still unspecified project purposes I've gained a soft spot for her she's my daughter now my mental tier list on my favorite characters is so confusing right now

[chilioileggs]

Đà Lạt, July 2023

[ozzgin]

Yandere! Demon x Gloomy! Reader

As much as you'd like to spend the rest of your life secluded away from the world, you need money. Conveniently enough, a new detective agency in town is hiring, and the salary is ridiculously good. The catch? Oh, you'll see once you sign the contract right...here. Congratulations! You've sealed a lifetime bond with their one and only employee, a demon from the depths of Hell!

Content: female reader, monster romance, dark humor, perverted goat demon yandere, based on ‘Yondemasuyo, Azazel-San’

[Part 2] [Monster masterlist]

There’s still enough time to go back, you think. It’s loud and crowded and you’d rather be home. The temptation is beginning to creep its tendrils over your mind, so you quickly pull out your phone and check your bank account. The numbers remind you why you’re here in the first place: if you don’t get a job soon, you’ll run out of savings.

Come on, it can’t be that bad. In fact, it’s the best offer you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Minimal interaction with humans, short hours, and absurdly good pay. A new detective agency opened in your town and they’re looking for an assistant. A regular person would most likely be put off by such shady circumstances. There must be a catch, but you couldn’t care less either way. What are they going to do, kill you? Sell your organs on the black market? They’d spare you the time to plan your own demise.

You climb the stairs and knock on the door. A deep voice tells you to enter, and you sheepishly make your entrance. The office is rather small and somewhat cramped, with stacks of papers scattered over the floor. Behind the desk sits a man – maybe in his thirties? – with messy black hair, sunken eyes, and an irked expression. Is this the detective? He looks like an angry thug. Not that you’re one to judge, given your overall gloomy aura that deters passersby with ease.

“Yes?” he asks curtly, not even looking up from his book.

“I’m here for the job offer. The assistant role?”

“Ah, yeah. Completely forgot about that.” He rummages through his drawer and pulls out a sheet of paper, slapping it on the desk. “Here’s the details. Same as in the ad. Here’s where you sign. Do you have questions?”

“Hmm, I guess not.” You hum, indifferent, and scribble your name.

The man finally glances at you, faint intrigue on his face.

“This went unexpectedly smoothly. What if it was a scam?”

“Then what?” You stare him in the eye with a flaccid smile. “There’s nothing to take from me. If it is a scam indeed, you’ll be the one disappointed in the end.”

His eyes narrow in an eerie grin, and he stands up.

“Perfect match.”

“Excuse me?”

He walks towards a secondary room and waits for you to follow him. Once you’ve joined, he turns on the lights, and you immediately notice a strange seal painted on the floor: Geometric symbols resembling a pentagram, surrounded by words in a language you don’t understand. You’re carefully observing the strange sight, so entranced that you don’t sense the detective lifting your hand and casually piercing your finger with a small scalpel.

Before you can react to the sudden attack, he presses your hand onto the contract you’d signed earlier. You wince in pain and swiftly pull your hand away, glaring at the man.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you demand angrily.

“I thought I’d already introduce you to the main tool we use to solve our cases.”

The sigil on the ground begins to glow and the edges move in a circular motion. A black ooze erupts from the center, rapidly expanding outwards. You glue yourself to the wall for safety, unsure of what is happening.

A clawed hand emerges from the cursed muck, grabbing onto the edges for support. Within seconds, a creature crawls its way out. A humanoid figure with curled horns and long locks, its body ending with goat hooves instead of legs, stands up and stretches before your terrified self. You tighten your jaw in anticipation.

“You always summon me during my best naps, damn it!” the demon barks.

The detective approaches the monster, completely unconcerned, and slaps its horns nonchalantly, earning a groan from the demon.

“Skip the unnecessary whining. This is our new assistant and your owner as of now.” He explains, dangling the contract before the horned creature and pointing a finger in your direction.

“The fuck? You said you’d end the deal if I completed that mission. You lied to me, you-!” the beast finally notices your presence and abruptly stops. “Well then, what do we have here?”

A wide, perverted smile replaces his frown, sharp fangs glistening with malice.

“Aren’t you a miserable one! You reek of apathy”, the demon exclaims, clacking his hooves in your direction. “Boy oh boy, I could just eat you up! Tell me your name.”

You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You wonder if this is some bizarre dream after all. The demon clamps your lips back shut.

“Tempting offer, but I don’t need head right now. Save the gesture for later, alright? Let’s try again: Name!”

Your brows furrow in disbelief at his crass insolence.

“I-it’s (Y/N).” you finally manage to blurt out.

He strokes your head lovingly, as if he’s praising some house pet.

“Good girl. You can call me Zzy.”

For a moment, you completely forgot about the detective being in the same room. He places the demon under a firm hold and shoves him away from you, then hands you a thick, leathered book.

“This is his grimoire. Read it once you’re home. First day is tomorrow unless you need more time.”

“Tomorrow is fine”, you answer in a daze, fumbling to find the exit and ignoring the horned monster waving at you enthusiastically.

You’re lying in bed, still a little shaken from the events you witnessed earlier today. A detective agency that uses a demon to solve matters, and you’ve just been coerced into selling your soul for a lifetime bond with him. You sigh in exhaustion. At least the pay is good, you tell yourself as you trace your fingers over the old text of the grimoire:

“Great President of Hell, ruling three legions of demons. Brings insanity or great sorrow to any person the conjurer wishes. Feeds on sadness and fear. Causes people to end their life.”

Hard to believe that depraved buffoon holds such power. Although it does explain, at least, why the detective was eager to use you as a replacement. Or why the demon showed such intense interest.

“Who’s a buffoon?”

The voice is so close that you feel its hot breath on your ear. You scream and jump back in panic, tumbling out of the bed and scrambling onto the floor. You rub your eyes just to make sure: the half-goat creature is lounging under your sheets, gazing at you with a bored expression.

“Christ! I thought you’re not allowed to leave the office?” you inquire, baffled.

“That’s why I snuck this in your pocket!” he says as he procures a small coin. “I can track down cursed items. Hehe~”

As if remembering a vital detail, he throws himself up and joins you on the ground:

“Oh, but don’t tell Mr. Detective about it, or he’ll feed me to the dogs. It’s our secret.” he pleads, hands put together in a praying gesture.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I figured it’d be useful if we got to know each other as soon as possible, seeing as we’ll be working together from now on.”

“And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Well…I also got really horny thinking of you and decided to just visit instead. How about a quick fuck?”

“Absolutely not. Eat a raw potato or something.”

“Don’t be like that! At least let me touch your boobs. Help a partner out, eh?”

Perhaps being scammed was not the worst-case scenario. You slap the demon’s groping fingers away and return to your previous spot in bed. It will be a long night.

[accio-sabrina]

same anon form yesterday, the atmosphere around my house is so gloomy and i feel really bad that my parents are going through this and i feel frustated that even if 5 of my incorrect answers were right i would have made it at 600. And fuck chemistry bc i got 10 questions wrong in that fuckass subj. Also i am so bored today

i left so many questions in chem and i wasted so much time on it that i had to leave questions i couldve easily solved in physics because i ran out of time

also like why were the questions from physical mostly statement based? i solved so many numericals and the paper was all statements jshsbsjwjwj

also what state are you from? because I'm from Maharashtra and here the gmc have been closing at 559 for the last 2 years

[elryuse]

Home Alone With Hanni

Yandere Hanni X Male Reader

Tags : Step sister, Half Sister Hanni, Yandere, Throatfuck, Throatpie, Tease

Words : 2,938 Words

This is A Lovely Commision Piece for My friend @Pizza_anon On Ko-fi, Hope you liked it My Friend

Ever since you were a child, You always wondered what the future holds. Your Father was a strange man, But a Kind one. Your Real mother, was sadly died on a car accident, as the Car that she drove has a problem with its brake. The news was devastating for both your Father and You yourself.

The sudden news, Have made you slowly loosing your mind. Everything seems dark, gloomy. And your Father knew it. He tried his best, to Support you, to Lighten up your mood, and You definitely knew that He tried. You could only smile a little, but Your Father knew better.

And so One day, He suddenly gave you a surprise that you'll never forget.

"Y/n, meet Your new Mother and Sister". He said, as He brings in a Petite looking woman, with An enormous smile on her face.

"You must be Y/n. I'm Lola Pham". She smiles, as She pushed in a small looking girl, besides her.

"And this Is Hanni, Y/n. You're new Sister". Your Father smiled, as he can clearly see a little bit of Smile from your face.

Ever since that night, Your relationship with Ms. Lola and Hanni have been better and better. Even though Ms. Lola could never replace your Real mom, You can't deny that she was very supportive, caring and tried her best to be there for you.

Hanni. Hanni was, Very peculiar. She was unlike anyone you've ever met. She was a bit clingy ever since you were small. And even though she was older about 2 years away from you, She always been the one who act a bit childish. But you can't deny, That she was really pretty and cute.

However all of that changed, When you started to Enter College. Hanni was quickly the one who felt left alone, Encouraging you to please text her and call her always. At the first month or so, You definitely did that. You texted her, and make sure that she's alright, which Hanni really appreciate.

However, Since you have new friends, new people to talk to. You soon forgot a bit about her. Especially since your college life was very busy, with Studies and Parties. Suddenly Hanni was all alone, She felt left behind.

She looked at your Pictures all over Instagram, As she missed you. Longed for you. Wanted you. Hanni always have been in love with you. However she just can't seem to found the right moment to say it. She was afraid if you would hate her, once she said the golden words.

As she scrolls again and again, She found out that you've been around more and more people then what she would like you to be. Those girls filling your stories and post, was definitely not helping either. That day, Hanni cried, as She had missed you very dearly. She just wanted to play around with you again, and Cuddle like old times sake.

Thankfully, She finally found her opportunity. Your parents are planning to go on a Trip to Vietnam, as Ms. Lola wanted Your Father to explore the wonderful scenery in Vietnam. You were asked by your Father to guard the Old house, since you're having a Holiday. And so, You finally pack your necessary items, and went back.

The air smelled faintly of rain, the kind that always reminded you of home. The porch light flickered as you stepped up to the front door, your heart thudding in your chest. It had been months since you last saw Hanni, your adoptive half-sister. Months since you’d felt the weight of her clinginess, her constant need to be near you. And yet, here you were, drawn back to her like a moth to a flame.

The door creaked open before you could knock, and there she was. Hanni. Her small frame was silhouetted by the warm glow of the porch light, her dark eyes shimmering with something you couldn’t quite place. She looked… different. Her hair was longer, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves, and her usual cheerful smile was replaced by something more intense, more… unreadable.

“You’re here,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. Before you could respond, she threw her arms around you, her grip tight, almost desperate. Her face buried into your shoulder, her warm breath tickling your neck as she whispered, “I missed you so much.”

You laughed nervously, patting her back. “I missed you too, Hanni. It’s good to see you again.”

But the hug lingered, and something about it felt… off. The way her fingers combed through your hair was too slow, too deliberate. The way her body pressed against yours felt… intentional. You pulled away gently, trying to mask your unease. “It’s late. We should get inside.”

She nodded, but her eyes didn’t leave you as you stepped into the house. The familiar scent of home wrapped around you, but it felt different now, heavier somehow. Hanni’s presence lingered in every corner, her energy suffocating yet intoxicating.

The next few days passed in a blur. Hanni was everywhere, always just a step behind you. She cooked your favorite meals, cleaned your room, and even offered to do your laundry. Her attentiveness was overwhelming, and her gaze—always on you, always watching—made your skin prickle. But it wasn’t until that night, when you found yourself alone in your childhood bedroom, that the tension finally snapped.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, trying to calm your racing thoughts, when the door creaked open. Hanni stood there, her oversized shirt hanging loosely on her frame, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked fragile, almost innocent, but the gleam in her eyes told a different story.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she murmured, stepping into the room. Her voice was soft, almost shy, but there was an edge to it that made your heart skip a beat. She sat down beside you, her leg brushing against yours. “I’ve been thinking about you… about us.”

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. “Hanni, you’re acting weird.”

She tilted her head, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “Weird? Or honest?” Her fingers reached out, brushing against your cheek. The touch was soft, almost reverent, but it sent a shiver down your spine. “I’m just tired of pretending, of hiding how I feel. I want you, Y/n. All of you.”

Your heart raced, your mind struggling to process her words. “Hanni, this… this isn’t right. We’re—”

“Half-siblings?” she interrupted, her voice sharp. “So what? You think that changes how I feel? How we feel?” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Just us, together. No one else to take you away from me.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine, but before you could respond, her lips were on yours, soft and insistent. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss. Your mind screamed at you to pull away, to stop this madness, but your body betrayed you, responding to her touch with a hunger you hadn’t realized you were capable of.

“Hanni,” you gasped, breaking the kiss. “We can’t—”

“We can,” she whispered, her eyes burning with determination. Her fingers trailed down your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. “I’ve waited too long for this. I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

You wanted to protest, to push her away, but your body wasn’t listening. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through you as she stripped you bare. Her hands roamed over your chest, her nails lightly scratching your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck as her hands worked to unbuckle your belt. “All mine. Finally.”

Your pants hit the floor with a soft thud, and then she was on her knees before you, her dark eyes locking with yours. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. Her hands gripped your thighs, her nails digging in just enough to make you gasp.

And then her mouth was on you, hot and wet, as she took you deep into her throat. Her tongue swirled around you, her lips pressing against you in a way that made your head spin. She moaned around you, the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

“Hanni,” you groaned, your hands tangling in her hair. “You… you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to look up at you. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with desire. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make you mine.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and before you could stop yourself, you were thrusting into her mouth, your hips moving on their own. She moaned around you, her throat tightening around you as she took you deeper, her nails digging into your thighs.

“God, Hanni,” you gasped, your vision swimming. “I’m… I’m close—”

She pulled back, her lips leaving you with a soft pop. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice husky. She stood up, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt. “I want you to feel me. All of me.”

She pulled the shirt over her head, revealing her bare skin. Her breasts were small but perfect, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. She stepped out of her shorts, leaving her completely bare before you.

“Do you want me, Y/n?” she asked, her voice trembling with need. “Do you want me as much as I want you?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All you could do was nod, your eyes drinking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, perfect, and in that moment, you didn’t care about the consequences. All you cared about was her.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling your lap, her hands resting on your chest. “Then take me,” she whispered, her eyes locked with yours. “Make me yours.”

You hesitated for a moment, but then she was guiding you into her, her warmth enveloping you completely. She moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips rocking against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Yes,” she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Yes, Y/n. Just like that.”

You gripped her hips, thrusting up into her as she rode you, her moans filling the room. Her body was tight around you, her warmth driving you closer and closer to the edge. Her hands moved to yours, intertwining your fingers as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours.

“I love you,” she whispered against your lips. “I’ll always love you.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and with a groan, you spilled inside her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.

For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

“This is just the beginning,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise. “You’re mine, Y/n. Forever.”

The room was heavy with the scent of sweat and desire, the air thick with the weight of what had just happened. Hanni’s body was still pressed against yours, her warmth seeping into your skin, but there was no time for you to catch your breath. Her eyes, dark and unrelenting, locked onto yours, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “I want more. All of you.”

You tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in your throat. Hanni’s fingers traced patterns down your chest, her touch electrifying, making it impossible to think clearly. She shifted her weight, straddling you with a confidence that left you speechless. Her hips pressed down against you, and you could feel how ready she was, how desperate.

“You’re so big,” she murmured, her voice dripping with admiration. “I’ve been thinking about this for so long. About how it would feel to have you inside me. To have you ruin me.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and despite the unease creeping into the corners of your mind, your body responded to her. She could feel it too, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she ground her hips against you.

“That’s it,” she cooed, her hands trailing down to your waist. “Let go. Just for me.”

Before you could respond, she slid off of you, her movements slow and deliberate. She kneeled between your legs, her hands resting on your thighs as she looked up at you with those dark, pleading eyes.

“I want to taste you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to feel you in my throat. Please.”

Her fingers wrapped around you, and you gasped at the contact. She was already so wet, so eager, but this was something else entirely. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the tip, and you couldn’t help but groan.

“Hanni…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She took you into her mouth, her lips closing around you as she began to move. Her tongue swirled around you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel the heat of her mouth, the tightness of her throat.

She took you deeper, her hands gripping your thighs as she worked her way down your length. Her eyes never left yours, and the intensity in them was almost too much to bear. She wanted you to see how much she wanted this, how much she needed it.

“Fuck,” you muttered, your fingers tangling in her hair as she continued. She moaned around you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She was taking you deeper now, her throat relaxing as she swallowed you whole.

“Hanni, you don’t have to…” you tried to say, but she pulled back just enough to look up at you.

“I want to,” she insisted, her voice breathless. “I want to feel you cum in my throat. I want you to ruin me.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting something deep inside you. She didn’t give you a chance to respond, taking you back into her mouth, her pace quickening. Her throat tightened around you, and you could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building with every movement of her lips.

“Hanni...” you groaned, your grip tightening in her hair. She moaned in response, the sound muffled as she took you even deeper. Her hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer, and you could feel her throat contracting around you.

It was too much. With a groan, you spilled into her, your body tensing as you released. Hanni didn’t pull away, swallowing every drop, her throat working around you as she took everything you had to give.

When you finally relaxed, she pulled back, a triumphant smile on her lips. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, and she looked up at you with a mix of adoration and hunger.

“See?” she said, her voice hoarse but filled with pride. “I told you I could take it.”

You were still catching your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, but she wasn’t done. She climbed back onto your lap, her hands resting on your shoulders as she straddled you once more.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered, her hips grinding against you. “I want to feel all of you. Every. Single. Inch.”

Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, and you could feel yourself hardening again beneath her. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she positioned herself above you.

“Hanni, wait…” you started, but she didn’t let you finish. She sank down onto you, her body stretching to accommodate you, and you couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped your lips.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she murmured, her voice breathless as she began to move. Her hips rolled against you, her pace slow but deliberate, and you could feel every inch of her as she took you deeper.

Her hands moved to your chest, her nails digging lightly into your skin as she rode you. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure as she moved.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice filled with possessiveness. “All mine.”

Her pace quickened, her hips slamming down against you with a desperation that left you breathless. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Cum inside me,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I want to feel you. Please.”

Her words were like a spark, igniting the fire inside you, and with a groan, you spilled into her, your body shuddering with the force of your release. She followed soon after, her body trembling as she cried out your name.

For a moment, you just held each other, your breathing ragged, your hearts pounding in sync. But then she leaned back, her eyes locking with yours, and you knew. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Hanni, Climbs to you. As she hugged you, Her eyes were burning as She forced you to kiss her. Her tounge, Playfully. "You're mine now.. ".

[yingdu-lover]

this scene will have a special place in my heart REGARDLESS of what is about to unfold, even after the end of Link Click

Lu Guang's genuine happy smile slowly breaks as he looks at silly Cheng Xiaoshi.

it's not just a small smile we usually see

it's a smile that takes over the looming gloominess we have seen for the entire 3 seasons

this smile is DIFFERENT. The pleasant warm forest background along with the young green leaves falling on them, it is one of the most beautiful framings of shiguang I have ever seen. If the leaves were yellow/orange, it would have made me cry like a howling hyena because that signifies 'the autumn of life', death is not far away. But it's green and young! it symbolises young and pure love. The warmth of the forest really holds them like a blanket. This scene is vibrant with youthfulness and lively spirit, and the focus of the scene is THEM.

You know what is interesting, why is Yingdu so special? We had multiple opportunities in S1 and S2 to see Shiguang framed like this but they deliberately avoided it. for example take this scene,

the focus is on their hands, which is of course very symbolic and it just looks like Cheng Xiaoshi just asked,

"Would you like to be my life partner?"

- "yes"

but they didn't show their faces.

But I am not here just to talk about Shiguang. It's him

there is something in his expressions that pleasantly sends shivers to my heart.

He is genuinely happy to cross paths with them, probably in another life, he would not meet them as a spy. In another timeline, he would have enough agency upon his life to choose to befriend them of his own volition. Link Click is so agonisingly beautiful to portray the often ignored yet deep yearning of the human mind, the yearning to meet people who make you believe in 'found family', even if it's for a fleeting moment, you are grateful to be able to form human bondings, with people who feel to be 'your people'. You know when Beckett said that the fundamental condition of human existence is being enveloped by loneliness and that's why they are constantly in search of the 'others'...he was painfully truthful.

Whatever transpires (even if it's Xia Fei who actually kills Cheng Xiaoshi and wants to kill Lu Guang) this scene will not lose its value. On the contrary, the emotions will be more profound. In a world where destiny had not designed such a heinous survival game, we will be alive and happy together.

Another thing (apart from their friendship) he realises is that...how Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang are so deeply in love. (Listen, Ik the dialogues may add a whole different meaning altogether but I wanna write it cuz it makes me happy hmph!) He recognises it, and kind of wishes something of that in his own life too. I would not be surprised if he actually views shiguang as the model lovers he kind of pines for in his own life too ( probably with Vein-)

whatever, this scene is PRICELESS!

edit : this.

[xianzhoualliance]

I SO COLD