#lee!welt

[fluffy-ami]

are requests open…? 👀

lee welt pls 🥺🥺 ler can be anyone on the astral express family :)

have a nice day <3

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING HIM LEE!WELT LET'S GOOOOOOOOO WE'RE GETTING BACK TO OUR REQUESTS WITH THIS ONE 🗣️🫶🏻✨🌸

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no but um my hsr brainrot is so real rn- i mean if anyone has some welt (or blade. or sampo. or veritas-😳) hcs you could send me some, or tag me, or drop a link because i'm starving-

I mean what who said that 🧑🏻‍🦯🧑🏻‍🦯🧑🏻‍🦯

[fluffyskies]

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental might of gotten inspo from a certain post

I'm using this prompt list! Link

[lovelynim]

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Honkai: Star Rail - Welt & Caelus

A/N: Second comm to no other than the magnificent @otomiyaa herself!! [crowd cheering noises]. Thanks for being so patient and for allowing me to project dad behavior onto Welt. I hope you like it!!!

Summary: March 7th's plans are always perfect, aren't they? Even if they fail, you can be sure that the outcome won't let you down!

Word count: 1912 words

“Hmmm,” March 7th looked over the little window in the door that led to the Parlor Car. Welt was still sitting in one of the couches, reading or doing something on his phone. “Target spotted,” she chirped excitedly, quickly getting her face away from the window to avoid getting caught.

The girl turned back to look at her partners in crime - Dan Heng, who wasn’t as willingly as her, and Caelus, the new guy who seemed thrilled with their plan. “Ready?” She asked, looking towards the latter. He nodded. Dan Heng sighed. “Then let’s go!”

It wasn’t a complex, heavily prepared plan. Some wouldn’t even refer to it as a plan, in fact. Maybe “prank” would be a better keyword for this whole course of action.

It has been over a week since Caelus boarded de Astral Express and, so far, everything was flowing pretty smoothly. The crew was nice, everyone worked in their own little way to make sure he felt welcomed; there was this hot, dark-haired guy aboard, and Caelus definitely wanted to get closer to him; and even the food was great, except for that ungodly espresso that the navigator made every morning.

But through the past few days, one question had been sitting on top of his head: why was mr. Yang always so serious?

He brought it up with Dan Heng, Himeko and even Pom-Pom, but the simple answers didn’t exactly satisfy his curiosity. Then, Caelus brought it up with March 7th one day, in one of their daily gossip bonding sessions, and that was the moment when she proposed the plan they were currently putting up to practice.

Tested with Dan Heng (against his will) and proved, everyone had a fun side. March knew it. They just needed to find it.

“But what if it goes wrong?” Dan Heng complained, trying to be the voice of reason of the trio - all in vain. Of course there was a plan B and even a C one, March explained while sounding convincing enough, bringing the three of them back to the present.

The Parlor Car’s door opened swiftly, allowing Caelus to walk through while March 7th and Dan Heng watched from the other car. So far, everything was going according to the plan. One step after the other, Caelus made it past Pom-Pom, Himeko and, at the other side of the car, he met Welt.

As always, mr. Yang wasn’t just sitting idly in one of the comfortable couches. Welt seemed to be reading something in his phone - moving the screen closer and further from his face as his eyes worked to read each of the tiny letters. Caelus smiled slightly at that mannerism - so like mr. Yang, he thought.

Still, he needed to focus. He wasn’t there to help Welt change his group chat’s icon or wallpaper. He had a mission. Right.

“Hm? Caelus?” Welt muttered, gently but lacking any sort of emotion. He moved his head up from the phone, looking at the younger guy approaching him with a puzzled face. “Can I help you?”

Caelus froze in the spot. He shouldn’t be noticed so soon, he remembered. “A-ah,” he shook his head. No, it wasn’t time to abort the mission yet - he could still make it, yes! “Hello, mr. Yang!” Caelus chirped, waving his hand.

Not thinking twice, Caelus sat himself a couple inches away from Welt. “What are you doing?” He smiled, swinging his legs and tilting his head, trying to peek at Welt's phone.

The latter sighed, his eyes shifting back to the screen. “I was reading some article about Herta’s Station's latest studies, but these annoying IPC ads keep popping up…” Welt sighed, sounding almost defeated. The frown was just the excuse Caelus needed, which made him nearly beam with excitement.

“Ah, don't be sad, mr. Yang!”

“Huh? But I'm not-”

“Here, I know a way to help you! It's 100% effective!” Caelus’s smile widened, so much excitement that It almost made him sound creepy. “Do you want to try it?” He leaned a bit towards the older man, his eyes nearly sparkling.

Welt couldn’t help but be a weirded out by Caelus’s straight forwardness. With a nervous chuckle, he fixed his position, coughing to clean his throat. “I… suppose so, yes. We can try it out,” Welt nodded, remembering Himeko’s words that they should encourage the “kids”.

Caelus gasped, turning around as he got himself in position. “Ok ok,” Caelus held out his hands in front of his chest, his fingers twitching slightly, ready to strike. Welt’s eyes widened a bit.

“Caelus, wait a secon- AH!”

A pair of hands just made contact with Welt’s knee and side and the sound that came from his lips was enough to freeze both him and Caelus on the spot. 

“Are… you ticklish, mr. Yang?” Caelus chirped, daring to squeeze both spots again and jumping along with Welt when he reacted with a sudden jolt, a restrained chuckle held back in his throat.

“C-Caelus,” Welt groaned, an awkward, crooked smile in his face as he tugged at Caelus’s wrist, trying to dislodge his hand from his side. “What a-are you doing?” His breath hitched, looking at the guy with the corner of his eyes.

Caelus blinked, confused. Right, he should have a proper explanation for that. “A-ahm,” however, he didn’t. “Trying t-to… cheer… you… up?” He smiled, his hand slowly leaving Welt’s knee, but when he tried to pull the other back, Caelus realized that Welt continued to hold him by his wrist. “I see,” Welt nodded, chuckling again - but more scarier this time. Yeah, this was the time to run.

Yanking his hand as hard as he could, Caelus managed to free himself and quickly dashed back towards the Passengers' Car. Through the little window in the door, he could see March 7th’s expression turn towards a panicked one as she spoke something with Dan Heng. 

“O-open the door!” He cried, forcing his legs to their limit. Caelus didn’t dare to look back - that expression on Welt’s face told him everything he needed to know, including the fact that if he didn’t escape, he was done for. 

But sending all his hope down the drain, Caelus watched as both March and Dan Heng’s figures left the other side of the door. He was… betrayed. Those two!! Confirming his suspicions, the door didn’t move when Caelus tried to open it, not in the slightest

That was it, the end of his journey.

Caelus turned around, watching in horror as Welt slowly approached him, step by step. Despite his cries and the scene that just happened, both Himeko and Pom-Pom were seemingly unbothered. So cold!

“M-mr. Yang, wait a moment!” Caelus pleaded one last time, pressing himself against the locked door, his hands desperately waving in front of his chest. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean t- WAHH!!”

An embarrassingly loud squeal escaped his lips when Welt reached him, pushing the back of his knee with his cane and forcing Caelus onto the ground. There, in the corner of the Astral Express’s parlor car, Caelus met his demise.

Or something like that.

Skillful and experienced hands quickly rendered him helpless, pinning one of his arms above his head while the other kneaded into his side. Caelus kicked his legs and planted his heels against the floor, but all for naught. Welt, softly smiling - or smirking, if you will - at him, tilted his head before speaking out loud again.

“This method is, indeed, effective, isn’t it?” He muttered, barely audible over Caelus’s panicked giggles, as he squeezed the guy’s waist with his thumb, rubbing small circles against some patches of bare skin that started showing once his shirt was railed up.

Swatting his free hand towards Welt’s, Caelus thrashed as much as he was allowed to. He tried to pull his arm down and roll away from the tickling that crept up his sides, but nothing seemed to work. “M-mr. Yang! AHAHah, I-I’m sohohorry! Plehehease!!” That traitor, Caelus thought while laughing his head off, March 7th would surely pay for leaving him like this. “I-it’s Mahaharch’s fahAHAhault!”

Welt chuckled, shaking his head as he prodded at Caelus ribs, already having figured this would be something she would encourage. He could deal with her later, though, right now Caelus was the one deserving some attention.

“Is that so?” Welt hummed, freeing Caelus’s arm, but, in exchange, freeing his other hand to tickle the guy’s torso, clawing at his tummy and lower sides, “then why didn’t I see her, hm? Are you trying to blame her instead, Caelus?”

“N-no! It’s noHOHoht that, I swehehear!” Caelus squealed, holding onto both Welt’s wrists to try to stop them from climbing up his sides again. “It was h-heheher ideahaha!! AhaHAHAh!!” Caelus could feel his eyes turning a little watery and his cheeks hurting from smiling, but Welt didn’t hesitate for a single second.

“So you two were working together,” he pointed out, wiggling his fingers over Caelus’s ribs, playing the both sides of his ribcage as some sort of piano - a loud and high pitched one, as a matter of fact.  “Good thing you are getting along, but I’d rather if you were combining your efforts to do something else other than teasing me,” Welt smiled. Despite the soft, gentle tone that carried his words, it was clear he wasn’t going easy on Caelus.

“So, once I’m done with you, I’ll go hard a word with her. Fair enough, right?”

“W-wAHAhahait!” Caelus squeaked like a toy, his elbows pressing against his torso as hard as they could when Welt threatened to go for his underarms. Caelus’s cheeks wore a beet-red tone and his eyes nearly popped up when he felt the incoming threat. He was just an accomplice, a tool in the hand of an evil mastermind. Shouldn’t he be spared?!

No. At least, not in Welt’s view of the situation.

Fingers pressed into Caelus’s ribs, aiming for the higher ones, just below his armpits. It tickled a lot. Welt barely tweaked his fingers and a loud, desperate laugh already broke past his lips. He pressed his head back into the soft carpet and kicked his feet, throwing his legs up before hitting the ground with his heels.

Caelus tried to roll into his side, hugging his poor, ticklish body in a vain attempt of protecting it from the merciless tickling. “M-mr. YahAHAHang, plehEHEHease!! I’m sohOHOHOrry!!” He cried out, feeling his head a little light thanks to the lack of air. 

And just like it started, it was over. The pressure on his body suddenly was gone and, when he realized it, Welt had lifted his fingers. “Alright, I think that should be enough for you,” Welt smiled, getting into one of his knees as he tried to give Caelus some room to recover himself.

“I- hahah, ahh… that w-was a lohot, heh,” the guy wheezed, little tears partially blurring his vision. Caelus looked up in silence as Welt stood back up and reached his hand out to him. “Thanks, mr, Yang,” he smiled shyly as he was pulled back into his feet as well.

“You seem to have had fun,” Welt pointed out, a proud, but small, smirk on his lips. “Now, if you excuse me, I have something to settle with your partner in crime.”

Caelus nodded, watching Welt walk through the nearby door and into the passengers’ car. He sighed.

Mental note: do not mess with mr. Yang. Ever!! 

[alchemiclee]

I think doing shipping through and aroace lens makes things complicated but also interesting. I think one reason I don't enjoy straight ships as much is because it's very rare for people write/talk about them with a queerplatonic dynamic. straight romance is so "normalized" in society, it's hard to get any other dynamic out of those ships from other people in conversation or writing. it's mostly always romantic. (especially when "guys and girls can't be *just* friends" is extremely common and has ruined mamy of my own friendships) but I enjoy a handful of a straight ship with that dynamic. it's just way more rare to see talked about than gay ones from my observation. anyway point is, more queerplatonic type ships and stuff please! those aren't explored enough!

[alittleemo]

continuing my tradition of a horrific itching event this summer for the tenth year running thank you and shoutout to my girl sea lice .

[onlygarden]

[daddy's cock is all you need!] - lee heeseung, sim jaeyun

genre: smut

description: daddy kink, rough sex, dom heeseung, dom jake, stomach bulges, some harsh words but not quite degredation

a/n: it is almost five fucking a.m. but. i got smacked by the inspo to write this and how could i ever pass up the opportunity to write about getting pounded down. it was sudden inspo to write jake's, but i had previously written part of heeseung's, so i decided to finish it and combine the both of them in one post : D i hope u all enjoy it, took jungwon's cock out of my mouth just so i could write this

HEESEUNG ⟢ heeseung was thoroughly peeved when you found yourself drunk earlier in the evening. by any normal means, he found your silly drunken antics hilariously endearing, but there was a striking difference in you tonight. he brought you along to enjoy a meal with him and the other members, but the amount of alcohol you decided to gulp down mindlessly quickly began to show itself. the giggles that normally tickled all of his senses only grated sickeningly on his nerves; your loud banter and outlandish jokes continued to earn you admirous gazes from the other members, and heeseung’s tolerance scurried from his body before he could even attempt to gather his composure. 

the tension was immobilizing during the car ride home, and your feeble attempt to appease his temper even a fraction announced itself with a — “heeseung, i…” — and was quickly met and destroyed with an unyielding “shut the fuck up.”

his hand against the back of your head forced you to bury your face into the mattress, your desperate pants and stuttered moans hardly suppressed, and the sheets beneath you flooded with a steady stream of pitiful drool spilling from your mouth. heeseung was lodged inside of you, plunging into rapidly, and the lavish squelches of your pussy warred with the sharp slaps of his pelvis against the plump flesh of your behind as both sounds mingled in the room.

the fury traveling rampant in his body made no stranger of itself, and his hand tightening carelessly in your hair as he rammed his cock furiously along the spongy patch of your pussy did nothing to disprove it. 

“you’re mine… you’re all mine, fuck baby…say it…” he demanded roughly, his hand yanking your head a few inches away from the bed as his grasp tightened to an alarmingly painful degree in your hair. 

in a miracle that you even manage to utter a syllable as heeseung bullies your wimpy, defenseless pussy uninhibitedly, a hardly spoken whine of “y-yours, hee!” tumbles from your lips. 

he raises his hand, smacking your ass with the utmost intention of leaving a harsh welt, he responds with a grunted, “what do you call me, sweet girl?” the pleasant description of you leaving his lips in such a condescending manner, it sounds more like he’s insulting you. 

“daddy! oh god, daddy!” 

a chuckle dances from his lips, a breathy moan quickly following, as he feels every fiber of himself completely enveloped by your sweet silk. 

“mmm… fuck, that’s right, baby,” his hand rains down on your ass as three swift spanks follow one after the other. 

“you’re sucking daddy’s cock in so good…” his delicious grunts only increased in volume as he reduced your body to pleasured mush. 

JAKE ⟢  “you’re dripping for daddy, aren’t you?” 

jake utters cruelly, the sentence leaving his lips as though it didn’t send another surge of arousal slopping out of you, forcing past the pathetic material of your thong. 

his fingers crawl deviously underneath the waistband of your thong, dragging the flooded mess of material down the trail of your legs. 

as a shiver racks gently through your body, a satiated smirk decorates your boyfriend’s face. 

“mhm, yea… you are. you’re so fucking…” he trails off as he sinks hurriedly into your warmth, the plush skin of your thighs pillowing around the unforgiving grip of his fingers. any other words he had for you would be proven in the way he fucks you, he thinks. 

his aching, hungry cock tears through you, splitting you open in a demonstration of pure, unquenchable need. he destroys your pitiful little pussy without a single fragment of hesitation in his mind. he’s taking care of you, the conditions of his ownership making themselves known with each movement of his hips, each peek of his cock under the flesh of your stomach. 

as the tears begin to crawl down your face, and his name begins to fall from your lips in a series of helpless whimpers, jake coos, squeezing your thighs harder as though he was comforting you, his eyes locked stubbornly onto yours. 

“it’s a lot, huh, baby? just keep taking it… yea, baby… just like that…”

the pleasure piles on rapidly, profusely, your stomach ignited until his cock is threatening to shatter each of your senses. you tap his shoulder insistently, urging him to pause, just for a moment. 

god, he’s not going to stop. how could he even muster a single intention of stopping, when he’s already so wrapped up in the indescribable ecstasy of your lustrously slush pussy...

“no, baby,” he starts, his voice husky and hushed. “i’m gonna fuck you how i want, and you’re gonna keep squeezing me, just like this…” 

as though he were intending to jeer at you for even suggesting something as repulsive as stopping, he marginally increases the pressure of his thrusts, the dizzying thumpthumpthump of his cock inside of you causing your whimpers to transform into tortured cries.

“d-daddy, please!”

you force a pathetic response out in a hurry, feeling like you have to speak quickly, otherwise your words would run silent due to the force of jake pounding into you and snatching the breath from your lungs.

jake only leans closer to you, his weight adding pressure to your body, pressing you more forcefully against the bed. “uh-uh, baby… good girls keep going when their daddy wants it…” he utters, his voice so deliciously gruff. 

the only thing your body manages to do is lie there and allow him to pursue his conquest of obliterating you, your throat tossing out whiny cries and squeals with each swift passing of his cock through your mushy insides. 

[politikwatch]

Das #chinesische Phantom – Die Jagd auf den gefährlichsten #Waffenhändler der Welt

Ein #Aggressor #Russland, der seinen Waffenbedarf für den Ukraine-Krieg mit Importen aus #Teheran und #Peking decken will. Ein #Iran, der dem Bau einer #Atombombe näher ist als je zuvor. Und eine aufstrebende Supermacht #China, die sich immer weniger um internationale #Regeln schert.

[bandgie]

Can You Really? | Armageddon Event

Request: Patience | Lee Know (SKZ) by anon song!

warnings!: MDNI18+, bdsm themes, fem!reader, paddle use, impact play, pussy spanking, edging, bondage, nipple clamps, pussy eating (implied), blindfold use

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Somewhere in the dark, he hushes you. The sound is meant to be helpful. To soothe your jittery nerves and trembling body. But when you’re tied. When your wrists are bound to your ankles, forcing your legs to bend the knee, it’s anything but. You only shiver more.

It doesn’t help that a blindfold impairs your vision. All you have is your hearing and sense of touch. But that damn hushing. It makes you break out in goosebumps. You even arch your back a little, causing the nipple clamps that attach to your collar by the chain tug.

“Ahhh,” you breathe a light moan from the pull. “D-don’t do that.”

Minho giggles and you imagine his bunny teeth poking past his lips. “Do what? I’m not even touching you.”

You might’ve laughed with him, his giggles are contagious, but you can’t even crack a smile when your body anticipates anything and everything he might do. “ ‘m sorry.” You’re not sure why you’re apologizing. “I just…fuck…I need to cum.”

He hums at that. You swear you’re about to orgasm from just his voice when you feel the acrylic texture cool against your skin. The paddle has a small, plastic rectangle Minho uses to slide against your body. He trails it between the valley of your breasts, swooping to one boob and rubbing your nipple in small circles.

Your bud is already so sensitive from the constant pressure of the clamp, but the paddle adds pleasure you thought you couldn’t feel. Small whimpers pass your lips and you will yourself to keep your neck still so the chain doesn’t yank.

However, that’s exactly what Minho wants you to do.

The paddle leaves your body for a second before crashing back down. Your nipple takes the landing, a loud slap sound emitting throughout the room. Pain that you blur with pleasure spreads in your body. You throw your head back so forcefully that the clamps pop off.

“Fuck!” You can feel the tears welting in your eyes. “Oh shhhit. I-you-no-” 

Minho snorts. “Eye you know? Forgetting how to speak already?”

You wish you could be snarky back, but Minho drags the rectangle lower and lower until it reaches your pelvis. All you can do is beg for mercy at this point.

“Y-you’re being mean.” The paddle stops just above your cunt. You swear you can hear his eyebrows pinch together. “I’m being mean?”

Crap, maybe you shouldn’t have said it like that. It would be smart of you to try and take it back, but sense is starting to leave you with every drop of arousal your pussy drips. You nod frantically instead.

“Ah. I think I get it.” Minho’s calmness is unsettling. The paddle travels a few inches lower until it catches your clit. You gasp, briefly thrashing against your restraints from the texture. The object has barely been on you for a second, but you're already wildly thrusting your hips for friction.

Surprisingly, Minho lets you. He keeps the plastic in place while you grind away. Your breasts giggle and you can hear the soft jingle of the clamps near your ears. There’s so much arousal on your pussy that there’s no need for lube when it rubs your clit repeatedly. The paddle grows embarrassingly wet, white cream beginning to collect on the surface. It doesn’t take long before slick sounds start to fill the room. 

Minho tuts annoyingly. “You just wanna cum. Can’t get you to stay still and pretty for me without you humping like a dog.” The paddle presses harder against your cunt. The extra pressure makes you whine. His words do little to stop your hips. You only grind harder, trying to find that right angle to get yourself to cum.

It feels like bliss when you find it - having to plant your feet flat on the bed and ignore how your shoulders scream from being tugged on. Minho’s putting just the right amount of pressure. Your clit catches the paddle just right and begins to feel that warmth pooling in your tummy.

Just as your orgasm builds, Minho pulls away. The paddle leaves your soaking lips and you whine desperately. You can’t even complain about how close you were when harsh slaps land on your cunt. 

You arch your entire back off the bed, thighs still apart as you twitch and gasp.

“I haven’t cum either, you know.” Minho’s voice is cold. “I know how to hold out. I know how to be patient. Something a slut like you obviously can’t understand.” It comes back again, this time, hitting your bundle of nerves right on the spot.

You cry out. Tears seep into the fabric of your blindfold and you can feel your pussy throbbing. “I'm sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

Minho tilts his head, though you can’t see. “You promise, huh?”

You shakily settle your hips back on the bed, nodding. “Yes. Yesyes, I do. I can wait.”

Something shifts in the room. That teasing, playful atmosphere turns dark. You can taste Minho’s terrible thoughts in the air. You can feel how he drags the paddle a little more cunningly on your inner thigh.  

He continues to trail it along your leg as he says, “We’ll see about that. I think if I just keep slapping this cute pussy of yours, you’ll just cum anyway.”

“I won’t.” You don’t even believe it yourself, but maybe Minho will buy it.

He laughs. “Right. How about this? You keep your legs open for 10 minutes - just 10 minutes - and if you don’t cum, I’ll let you tie me up.”

Him? Left helpless and deprived like you are? It’s almost too good to be true. A trick clearly disguised as a treat, but you have to ask. “What?”

You feel the paddle back between your thighs. Minho soothes your swollen flesh in false gentleness. “What do you mean ‘what’? Just imagine our roles reversed. Think of it as getting revenge. That’s if you can manage, though.”

Minho would look beautiful bound. His smirking face fading into lost pleasure. His cocky attitude turning needy. Domming isn’t really your thing in this relationship, but you’d be damned to pass up on this opportunity. 

You’re already nodding before the words come out. “Yes. Fuck yes. I can do it.”

When he laughs, it sounds far more genuine this time. Like the idea of you merely thinking you can win is hilarious to him. “Really? Okay then.” Minho pulls the paddle away again and you immediately tighten your body. You wait for the sting, the pain, the blinding pleasure, but all you feel is soft lips.

He giggles into your folds, “Good luck.”

[sadseungmin]

hi i love your dark concepts, i was wondering if you could do a DARK smut with multiple members? whichever you choose are fine, maybe chanlix or minchan? maybe a yandere smut or kidnapping?? :))

♡ being the play-thing of psychotic (eldest) hyung-line ♡

psychotic bang chan/lee minho x afab reader | dead dove | nsfw (MDNI)

p.s. i hope this is to your liking, anon!

⚠︎ tw: non-con elements (i.e. forced orgasms, forced exhibitionism), physical violence, pet play

You were always warned to never be trusting of strangers; that you're gambling with your life whenever your guard is down and your heart is open. The darkest intentions often hide behind the prettiest of smiles and the doe-iest of eyes, and yet, you still fell for Chan's and Minho's charms. So when the two men invite you to their lavish mansion on the outskirts of town for a night of drinking and good conversation, you happily accept.

That night, as you nurse your cool glass of Pinot Grigio, you can't help but notice how beautiful the two men look under the soft glow of the chandeliers hanging above—how well they complement one another, and how their gazes are locked on you so intensely, it's slightly unnerving. It's your last coherent thought before your eyes grow heavier and Chan's and Minho's voices sound distant. Dizziness washes over you, and just before the glass slips from your fingers, you realize...

You had gambled and lost. ˏˋ° ♱ *⁀➷

『 ↳♡･ﾟbreaking-in their new toy ೃ ♱

Psychotic Chan and psychotic Minho are meticulous in their shared obsession with you, deriving pleasure from controlling every aspect of your existence, starting with the dismantling of your bodily autonomy. They are devoted to breaking and possessing you entirely, using a variety of disturbing rituals and methods to ensure you serve your purpose as the perfect toy.

How it begins...

You awake in a dimly lit room, naked with your limbs tied tightly to the posts of a bed. Chan approaches first with a calm demeanor and a façade of gentleness. He caresses your tear-streaked face, whispering false assurances before moving his hands lower. His touch is slow, cold, and calculating. He speaks softly, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he and Minho needs you, all while ignoring your loud pleas to stop.

"Your screams are so pretty, baby. Too bad no one will hear them; this room is soundproof, after all."

Minho watches from the corner of the room, a smirk on his lips and his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. When Chan signals, Minho finally steps forward and approaches. He roughly grabs your inner thigh, his grip bruising your skin.

"You're gonna be good for us, and in return, we'll make you feel good too."

『 ↳♡･ﾟdaddy-kitten dynamic ೃ ♱

Chan and Minho revel in the power and control they have over you—their personal play-thing, their little kitten. This manifests in a twisted daddy-kitten dynamic, where your submission is not only expected but brutally enforced.

psychotic!chan is calculating; he enjoys toying with your mind and forcing you to submit through psychological manipulation. His orders are clear and absolute, and any hint of disobedience is met with severe punishment.

psychotic!minho prefers to be the enforcer, using his strength to dominate, leaving bruises and welts on your skin as reminders of their control. Minho loves the sight of your tears and your desperate, pathetic pleas for mercy.

How is this dynamic enforced...?

collaring and leashing: Chan gets you a custom-made collar, the first of many to come. The leather collar is baby pink (because, according to him, all kittens love that color) and is adorned with a golden pendant that reads: "Minchan's Little Kitten". He attaches a matching leash, leading you around and forcing you to perform degrading tasks. Whenever you're disobedient or hesitant to perform a task, Chan's favorite thing to do is choke you by pulling tightly on your leash.

"I know, kitten, I know. You can't breathe, right? That's because you didn't listen. The directions were fucking clear, weren't they? On the floor with your face down, ass up and arched, knees spread far apart, and hands holding your cheeks open. Now, let's try again, kitten."

impact play: Minho uses whips, paddles, and his hands to discipline you, and his strikes are always precise and powerful. The pain is a reminder of your place, and the bruises and welts left behind are a testament to your complete submission. Minho loves putting you over his lap and spanking your bare ass and pussy with repeated heavy-handed strikes.

"God, you're pathetic. Crying like a big baby, yet your pussy is just as wet as your face. Begging for me to stop, but your pussy is drooling all over my slacks. You're enjoying this, huh? You're a sick little kitty. Only sick kittens would enjoy being punished like this."

edging and denial: Chan takes pleasure in edging you to the point of tears, bringing you repeatedly to the brink of orgasm before cruelly denying you release until you're nothing but a trembling, desperate mess. He enjoys using a variety of toys—clit lickers, vibrating nipple clamps, fuck machines—to force these orgasms from you. He loves watching your body writhe around helplessly as tears bead in your eyes and drool slips from your parted lips.

"Bratty kittens like you don't deserve to cum. Sob all the fuck you want; it changes nothing. I don't care how red and swollen your pussy gets, or how much your tummy cramps—you haven't shown that you deserve to cum. That's not how kittens get what they want."

forced exhibitionism: As much as they enjoy sharing you between just themselves, they especially love making you perform in front of their closest friends to further shame and degrade you. Donning nothing more than cat ears, a collar, and a skimpy bra and panty set, every touch and forced orgasm is witnessed by six additional pairs of eyes. It's humiliating being seen like this, even more so to be repeatedly creaming and squirting and moaning from the attention of so many mouths, hands, and cocks. With all your holes properly stuffed and filled, how can you form coherent thoughts of shame or embarrassment?

"Look how cock-drunk you are, y/n. Mmm, you're completely ruined, kitty. You definitely belong to us now. Who else would want a mind-broken, cock-obsessed, slutty kitten like you, hm? Who else is gonna appreciate your filthy, stretched out cunt, huh? You were clearly made for us, and us alone."

[leeknot]

Shared Desires

MINORS DNI

Wolf hybrid!Bang Chan × Reader × Lee Know

A/N:it's a little bit bdsm so i'm just telling you in case you can't handle that

As you stood there, stunned and aroused, Bang Chan's lips curled into a wolfish grin. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, rising to his feet with a predatory grace. The flogger swayed hypnotically in his hand as he stalked towards you.

You tried to speak, but your voice caught in your throat as Chan reached out and gently tipped your chin up with his fingers. His eyes, normally bright and warm, had darkened to a feral amber, reminding you of his hybrid heritage. "Shh, no talking."

he murmured, tracing his fingers down your neck and along your collarbone. "Tonight, you're ours to play with." Behind him, Lee Know watched with eager eyes, their own games paused as he waited for Chan's signal.

Bang Chan circled you slowly, his gaze lingering on your body as if inspecting his newest toy. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, Lee Know was at your side, nimble fingers making quick work of your clothes. "Off."

Chan growled, tossing your garments aside to leave you bare before their hungry gazes. You shivered, goosebumps prickling your skin as the cool air caressed you. Lee Know gave your bottom a light squeeze before giving you a gentle push towards Chan.

As you stumbled forward, Bang Chan caught you easily, pulling you flush against his muscular body. The heat radiating off him was intense, and you could feel every ridge and contour of his physique pressed against your naked skin. His hands roamed possessively over your curves, igniting sparks wherever he touched.

"Such a pretty little human," Chan purred, nipping at your earlobe. "I wonder how long you'll last before you're begging for more." He spun you around and bent you over the spanking bench next to Lee Know.

Chan helped you into position, your hips resting on the padded top of the bench. The cool leather sent a shiver through you. He caressed your back soothingly before bringing the flogger down with a sharp crack across your ass. The sting made you gasp and arch. "Count them out."

Chan ordered gruffly, striking again. "One!" you cried out, the leather tendrils wrapping around your curves before snapping away. He varied his rhythm, sometimes striking gently, sometimes with more force, leaving a tapestry of red welts across your skin.

By the time he reached twenty, you were panting and sobbing, your ass a blazing inferno of pain. Chan set the flogger aside, his warm breath fanning over your sore cheeks as he spoke. "Now, Lee Know is going to add his favorite toy to the mix. Hold still."

With that, Lee Know's fingers slicked cold lube between your cheeks, slowly pressing a thick plug into your back hole. You moaned, the new sensation intensifying the heat from the spanking. The plug felt heavy, pulling at your insides as Lee Know secured it around the base.

"Now, let's see how well you take me." Chan taunted, unbuckling his jeans. His heavy pants dropped to the floor, revealing his thick, hard length. He grasped your hips and slowly slid inside you, his thickness stretching you wide.

You gasped as Chan filled you completely, his girth forcing your still-spanked cheeks to jiggle slightly. Your muscles clenched around him instinctively, the sensation almost overwhelming. Chan groaned appreciatively. "Fuck, you're tighter than I imagined,"

Chan began to move within you, slowly at first, pulling back before sliding home again. With each thrust, the plug shifted, heightening your sensation. You gripped the bench tightly, your knuckles white, as he increased his pace. "Please... please, Chan... it's too much... "

Chan just chuckled darkly, his hips slamming against your bruised cheeks with renewed vigor. "Too much? I don't think so. I'm going to ruin this tight little hole for anyone else."

His words sent a shiver down your spine as he picked up speed, the plug and his thick cock stretching and filling you to the brink. You felt like you were being split open, the pain and pleasure merging into an intense, all-consuming sensation. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..."

Chan's grunts grew louder as he neared the edge. "Come for me, baby," he growled, one hand wrapping around to toy with where you were stretched the most. The double stimulation was too much, and with a wordless cry, you shattered, your body convulsing with release.

Feeling your climax squeeze around him, Chan let out a low groan, his own orgasm crashing through him. He pumped into you erratically, filling you with his hot seed. As the waves of pleasure subsided, he stayed buried inside you, both of you panting heavily.

Lee Know approached, caressing your back soothingly. "Good girl." he murmured, unhooking the plug and gently cleaning you. Chan pulled out carefully, a gush of warmth following. Together, they helped you stand, leading you to the aftercare blanket in the corner.

Wrapped in the soft blanket, you snuggled between them on the couch. Their gentle touches and soothing words helped you come down from the intense high. "You took that so well," Lee Know praised, kissing your forehead. "We're so proud of you."

You felt content and loved, sandwiched between the two men you cared for deeply. As they continued to pet and comfort you, you felt a warmth spread through your chest. In that moment, you wouldn't have it any other way. "I love you both." you murmured softly.

Lee Know's hand stilled on your stomach, and he looked at Chan, a small smile playing on his lips. Chan grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "And we love you, sweetness."

[silantryoo]

BONUS [ LIKEALOOK ] — the last great american dynasty, pt 1.

jang wonyoung, throughout the years.

WARNINGS ; misogyny, toxic household, infidelity, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, absent parents, mentions of affair families, hints of eating disorders, overworking, health issues, fatphobia, implied depression, implied teenage pregnancy (5.5k)

jang wonyoung was born on august 31, 2004.

the newborn was nine pounds and twenty-one inches. with a head of dark, thick hair, the baby's cries rang throughout the hospital room as a tired jang jiyoung could feel the tears welting in her eyes. her baby was alive, and healthy by the sound of it. it was music to her ears.

her baby. her beautiful baby.

she could already imagine it. her beautiful baby boy, inheriting the jang name, passing it on. he'd run for office, just like his father, upholding its integrity, its strength. jiyoung would introduce him to one of her costar's friends, and they'd get married. he'd take care of her, as jiyoung would help his pregnant wife get settled into the family.

she loved her baby boy. her perfect little wonyoung.

"what would you like to name her?"

jiyoung's heart dropped.

her?

"i'm sorry?"

she must've heard wrong. it was just the post-labor haze that had been talking. not only would wonseok reprimand her for not producing an heir to the jang name, but she wouldn't have anyone to take care of her once she grew old.

at least, not someone capable.

the baby's cries continued, almost as if the baby was begging for a glimpse of its mom. with tiny little hands outstretched in the direction of jiyoung, tears poured down its chubby cheeks.

her baby. her baby girl.

"wonyoung." she said half-heartedly. "i'll name her jang wonyoung."

jang wonyoung was imperfect from the start.

her cheeks were too chubby.

any normal four-year-old would have been praised. chubby cheeks were a sign of health, a sign that your baby was eating well.

wonyoung knew it from the way her mom would stare at her, sometimes even pinching her cheeks harshly, almost as if she was trying to pull off the fat on them.

she tried to ignore it, always opting to color peacefully and blink the tears away.

she always drew four people.

her mom, hair flowing to her shoulders, her eyes the same doe-eyed ones as wonyoung. wonyoung always drew her with an angry expression. it was only on tv that wonyoung saw her smile. the youngest jang always stayed up to see her mom smile.

one day, she wanted to see it in person.

her dad was there too, who she rarely saw, but always held a frown whenever he came home. she noticed that he always smelt different, sometimes like the dark, but other times, like flowers. her dad was always serious, even when he was with her mom.

there was also her nanny, a middle-aged woman named hannah, drawn with a smile that made wonyoung feel warm and safe. from what she told wonyoung, she had been working for jiyoung back when she was lee.

wonyoung wondered if her mom smiled back then.

lastly, in the middle, the four-year-old stood. she'd draw herself out in blue crayon, holding her parents' hands with a happy smile. she wished they had a photo like that, instead of the rigid ones that they kept above the fireplace.

hopefully, she'd get a younger sibling soon, so she could love more people.

"enough drawing, wonyoung." her mom snatched her masterpiece away, eyebrows furrowed like the pictures. "your dad is coming home soon."

"he is?" she hoped that he smelt like flowers again.

"he is." jiyoung's face hardened. "you have to go to your room now."

"but i want to see him." she hadn't seen her dad in two months. her mom always said he was at the office, helping the next candidate for the upcoming election (whatever that meant). wonyoung didn't care though. all she wanted was to see her dad again.

jiyoung let out a long sigh, and wonyoung could feel the guilt starting to build up in her chest.

did she make her mom mad again?

"he's in a bad mood, wonyoung." her lips were in a tight line, and wonyoung could see her jaw clenching.

she just wanted her mom to smile at her for once. she wanted to stop making her angry, and her dad happy.

the young girl's eyes brightened, her cheeks turning a light red.

"i can cheer him up!" her dad always laughed at her jokes. if she could get him to smile, wonyoung was sure she could make him feel better. "my friend, sarang, taught me a magic trick. if i can just show dadd-"

"i said," her mom's voice was strict and firm, not the smooth melody she heard on tv. "go to your room, wonyoung."

"but-" wonyoung could cheer him up! she knew she could.

jiyoung sighed. of course, wonyoung would disobey her. she shouldn't have expected anything else from the younger girl.

"do you want him to be mad at you?" the older woman scolded her, jiyoung's finger pointing at the four-year-old in front of her. "do you want him to know that you're a stupid little girl who doesn't listen to her mom?"

stupid.

wonyoung hadn't heard that word before, not until now. her mom had always called her other things; annoying, loud, irritating, but she had never heard stupid before.

she didn't know why it made her feel bad.

"what?" wonyoung could feel herself shrinking into her seat, gripping onto the blue crayon in her hand. "what's stupid?"

"you." jiyoung's eyes were numb, void of all emotions. wonyoung hated it when her mom looked at her like that. "you're being an annoying, stupid little girl right now."

stupid? was she stupid?

wonyoung could feel herself crying.

she didn't want to be stupid. she just wanted to make her dad happy. she just wanted to spend time with him, even when he smelt weird, like the cabinet her mom would open frequently.

"i just wanna see daddy..." wonyoung hiccuped. her lip quivered as her mom glared at her, huffing.

her mom was mad. it was wonyoung's fault, again.

maybe wonyoung was a stupid little girl.

she didn't want to be stupid.

"he doesn't wanna see you." jiyoung whispered, her voice piercing the young jang.

wonyoung hung her head low.

she knew it deep down. she knew that her dad's laughs were to shoo her away. wonyoung could see it by the way he looked at her, and no matter how hard she tried, no matter how funny her jokes were, wonseok wouldn't look her way. even when she showed him her drawings, all he would do was nod.

wonyoung was a stupid girl.

"go to your room, wonyoung."

wonyoung nodded, her bottom lip quivering as she packed up her crayons. she cradled the box against her body, rushing upstairs as jiyoung poured herself a glass of wine.

the four-year-old swung the door open, jumping into her already-made bed. the box of crayons squished against the pale blue covers, various pinks, and reds staining them. it was warm in her room, blindingly bright for a night at 9pm. if wonyoung wasn't crying so much, she'd ask hannah to turn down the lamp and turn on her rabbit night light.

she loved rabbits. they looked like her mom.

"wonyoung." hannah laughed at the little girl, sitting beside her faced-down head. "your crayons."

wonyoung stayed quiet, letting her bed soak up the tears pouring down her face. she tried her best to be quiet, to not disturb anyone, just like her mom taught her.

hannah could still hear her sniffling, though.

the older woman rubbed the back of wonyoung's shirt, feeling the young heiress gasping for air. "what's wrong?"

wonyoung lifted her head up, squinting as she tried to adjust to the room's brightness. she could see the han river from where she was, the water glistening into the jang household.

the four-year-old looked at her caretaker, the kind woman smiling at her.

"mama told me to go up here." her voice was as tiny as she was. "she said daddy was coming, and that he was upset."

wonyoung was upset too, but she was okay with being upset if it meant wonseok would look her way.

"why are you crying then?"

she was crying because she was stupid. she was crying because she never got to spend time with her dad, and her mom only looked her way when wonyoung listened to her.

she was crying because she was jang wonyoung, and her parents didn't want jang wonyoung.

"mama said i can't see him." she hummed as the nanny stroked her hair, comfort washing throughout her body. "he'd get mad at a stupid girl like me."

hannah frowned.

she was worried that jiyoung would turn out like this, bitter and cruel to the younger girl. jiyoung had always resembled her mother, even back when the eldest lee was a baby. hannah had always hoped that she wouldn't hold the same parenting style as her.

"wonyoung." hannah bit back the quiver of her voice. no girl, especially someone as sweet as the young heiress, should ever think of themselves in such a way. "don't call yourself stupid. you're a very smart girl."

wonyoung shook her head. every word her parents had said was a sense of truth to the young child. every glare, every sigh made her feel sad. it made her hurt.

it made her feel worthless.

(but the four year-old didn't know that word yet, and it wouldn't be a couple years until she did. but it didn't matter, because she knew it felt the same when she was four as it did when she was twenty.)

"mama said i was." her voice was as little as she was.

jiyoung was her mother in every sense, just like she always wanted to be. hannah hoped wonyoung wouldn't meet the same fate.

"she's just stressed out right now." she felt guilty lying to the young girl, even though it was partial. "don't listen to her."

wonyoung wanted to believe hannah, so she nodded, sitting up and allowing herself to accept the excuse.

hannah smiled, her grin sending a warmth through wonyoung's body that made her feel loved. she wished that her mom would smile at her that way, but she didn't mind that it was hannah.

the woman looked at wonyoung's bed sheets, stained with the young girl's tears and her crayons.

"do you wanna help me clean this up?" hannah asked, watching as the four year-old's eyes lit up.

wonyoung always wanted to help her.

it made her miss her daughter.

"can i show you a magic trick first?" the young jang smiled, her chubby cheeks protruding from her face.

"a magic trick?" hannah asked gleefully. she pinched wonyoung's cheek lightly, trying her best to control her giddiness. she didn't understand how anyone could hate her this child. "our baby knows a magic trick?"

"can i?" wonyoung grabbed a crayon from the box, waiting for hannah's answer.

"of course, wonyoung."

wonyoung felt perfect.

wonyoung was stupid.

she didn't understand how she could get a 78% in english. perhaps she had been too enamored by their english teacher, the young woman from overseas who had cat-like eyes and a soft, comforting voice that felt like a blanket.

still, she should be doing better. she had gone to an english speaking preschool. most of her friends spoke english as well. she even had cousins across the planet that lived in english speaking countries.

the young heiress felt herself tense as she heard her father sigh beside her. her teacher, pretty and proper, sat in front of them, alongside the principal. only a dark mahogany desk separated the two parties, but wonyoung wished it was more.

"a tutor?" jang wonseok voice was sharp, yet deep and demanding. "why would she need a tutor?"

she needed a tutor because she was stupid. wonyoung was a stupid girl.

she held her tongue back, the knot in her throat increasing as she felt her father radiate anger.

"wonyoung is struggling in english." the eight year-old could hear the worry in her teacher's voice, but she didn't know if it was directed at her or at her father. "it's normal for kids her age too, but she has a hard time with the structure."

the young heiress wanted to go home. she wanted to sit in her dark room, in her closet behind the mahogany doors, the one that had twelve knots, an imperfection that was smooth to the touch.

it was the only imperfection she could bear because jang's can't come with imperfections.

wonyoung wished she wasn't a jang, or at the very least, she wasn't wonyoung.

"if it's normal then why does my daughter need it?" the young jang didn't need to turn to know that her father was scowling at the pretty girl in front of them. she could already hear it in his voice.

"well, since you did sign her up for the advanced placement in our school, it'll be hard for her to keep up with the class." her teacher was calm. wonyoung liked calm. "a tutor would help her and-"

"my daughter doesn't need a tutor."

she did. wonyoung knew she did.

but her father rarely acknowledged her, much less as his daughter. part of her had wondered if he did it purposefully, but it didn't matter. not right now, at least.

"right, wonyoung?"

wonyoung couldn't continue to be a disappointment.

"no."

"get up." her father smirked. he stood up, dusting his tailored dress pants. "we're leaving."

"yes, dad."

obedience was perfection, just like status was worth.

wonyoung just wished that it didn't have to break a part of her every time she did it.

jang wonseok stormed out, and wonyoung could feel the embarrassment fluttering across her chest. her eyes met her principal's, his face scowled in disdain.

jang's had pride, but wonyoung knew better than to leave as such.

the eight-year-old bowed. she bowed as an apology for her and her father and as a sign of respect for the two school staff who took time out of their way out of concern for her.

"jang wonyoung!"

her eyes widened, and wonyoung found herself bolting out of the room, her school bag clutched against her chest.

jang wonseok was scary.

the two made their way into wonseok's mercedes, wonyoung hopping inside, as her father started the car.

the two drove in silence, wonyoung knowing better than to speak once spoken to. she didn't want to anger her father any further, otherwise it would fall onto her mother, which would fall onto her.

she didn't have time for that. she needed to study.

her stomach grumbled lowly, the sudden sound making her head jolt up.

oh, she needed to eat too. she had forgotten about that along the way, too anxious about the parent-teacher meeting that happened to eat lunch earlier that day.

she needed to eat and then study. if she studied as soon as she got home, she would have time to draw or watch cartoons without sacrificing her grades.

was she even allowed to watch cartoons now? her mother had always called them nonsense but wonyoung liked to turn off her brain once in a while. maybe that's why she was stupid. maybe that's why she was like this.

or maybe she was just like this because she was wonyoung.

"your teacher pisses me off." wonseok turned the corner. "is she always like that?"

did she always care about wonyoung? yes, more than her father did.

but she wasn't going to tell him that.

"no."

"hm." wonseok hummed, the car coming to a halt as the traffic light turned red. he glanced at his daughter, gaze cold and stern. "you shouldn't be struggling, wonyoung. that's not how i raised you."

the young heiress wasn't raised by her father or her mother. at eight, she already knew that, and it angered her to think that they kept trying to take credit for her actions, whether it be good or bad.

hannah raised her. not jang wonseok.

but she still held his last name, like how his blood flowed through her veins, and how his title affected her daily life.

"you're a jang." the car started to move again. "jang's don't need help. you think my father helped me? you think he made me how i am?"

part of her wondered if her grandfather had treated her father like this, or if her father was just mean to be mean.

"do you understand what i'm saying?"

wonyoung nodded, obedient as ever. "yes."

"when you get home, i expect you to be studying." wonyoung frowned. her father would most likely be in his study, one that had a clear view of the kitchen. "hannah will keep an eye on you."

"hannah's sick." she was in no shape to take care of the young jang. in fact, wonyoung had been taking care of her. "she should stay in her room. i can just ask my friends-"

"how much do you know, wonyoung?" wonseok asked, practically waving her shortcomings in front of her face. the young girl stayed silent. "exactly. and your friends know as much as you do. hannah will be making sure you stay on track."

wonyoung knew better than to argue, so she listened like she always did.

"yes, dad."

wonyoung wished she could stop listening, just this once.

there were twelve knots on the inside of her mahogany-boarded closet. four were broken in half, caught in between doors while the rest scattered.

there were fifty slits on said doors, one hundred in total. she liked the way the light peaked in, and how warm she felt when it hit her face.

there were three pillows that scattered the ground in said closet. one was bunny-shaped, pastel blue with beady eyes that wonyoung had gotten for her ninth birthday. the other two were throw pillows, white in color, ones that her mother had given her this year, on her tenth.

the hard, cold ground was covered with a blanket, navy blue and fluffy, one that hadn't been washed in over two months. wonyoung's initials were stitched onto the side, but it was only a reminder that she and this closet, her escape, were owned by her father.

it was her father who owned this house, who owned her existence, just like he owned a second child.

her father was a cheater. wonyoung had heard it in between slits of the one hundred panels that made up the majority of her closet's entrance.

"cheater!" she heard.

"liar!" she heard.

crying, she heard.

she wished she could stop hearing it in her head, how her mother's sharp cries echoed in her skull, and how jiyoung blamed everything on the ten-year-old jang wonyoung.

it's my fault.

it always was.

a shadow passed through the holes of her closet, blocking the sunlight as it reached her eyes. wonyoung wondered how long she had been inside, the fighting reaching its climax at around four that morning.

she only wanted to study.

the shadow stayed still as if it was contemplating leaving. the young jang hoped that it was her mother, coming to apologize for the careless words that she had yelled an hour ago.

but jang jiyoung never apologized, just like she never cried.

the shadow spoke.

"wonyoung..."

the young jang stood up, opening the opposite door in a hurry.

the ten-year-old grabbed her arm, bracing it gently as the older woman smiled. she could see hannah holding a cup of water, waves rippling with each shake of her hand.

"you should be resting." she furrowed her eyebrows.

hannah merely stared, not budging as the young heiress felt herself getting more desperate.

wonyoung begged. "hannah, please."

"i'm not leaving until we talk." the older woman shook her head, standing her ground.

hannah was like her, stubborn in every sense. she cared too much to let wonyoung wallow in her sorrows. the young jang knew she would be lost without her guidance.

"can you at least sit?" wonyoung tried to reason, ushering hannah to her bed.

she nodded, allowing wonyoung to lead her. she sat down, handing wonyoung the glass, who took it carefully as if hannah was the one that was fragile.

the two sat in silence, and all hannah could remember was wonyoung at four years old, crying about her mother.

it was no different this time.

"it's not your fault." the older woman started. "your mom is just angry."

jiyoung was an angry person, like wonseok.

but wonseok wanted calm, and jiyoung hadn't been the person to provide that.

"do you think she would be happier if i was never born?" wonyoung asked, her thoughts echoing the shouting of her mother.

hannah couldn't fathom anyone saying such words about their child.

"if i could, i would." the ten-year-old wonyoung meant it truthfully. "i don't like seeing mom upset. i keep trying to fix it but i'm just too..."

wonyoung knew the word. she had felt it at four years old. she had felt it at eight. wonyoung was sure she wasn't going to stop feeling it until she died.

she knew the word because it's what she was.

"worthless."

the word that summed her up in all parts hung in the air as hannah stared at her in shock.

"wonyoung-"

"i am though!" wonyoung never raised her voice, but wonyoung wasn't perfect. she never was and never would be. "if i wasn't like this, mom would love me. dad would pay attention to me. he wouldn't have cheated if i was better."

wonyoung wondered how someone could be so imperfect. she wondered if she was doomed to be alone, to be unwanted, and to ruin every good thing on this planet.

"it's my fault."

"it's not, wonyoung." wonyoung wanted to believe hannah, but she couldn't this time. "your mom and your dad have a very complicated relationship."

wonyoung shook her head. she was the reason it was complicated.

"i wish dad would stop yelling at mom." wonyoung placed the still full glass on her counter. "i wish mom would stop yelling at me."

wonyoung didn't remember a time when her mother didn't yell at her. whether it was a bad grade or to wash the dishes, it was always a yell.

"i'm at the top of my class. i'm friends with all the people dad told me to be friends with. i even skipped a grade. everyone keeps telling them that they want a daughter like me, but mom and dad don't even want me." wonyoung just wanted someone to want her. "i don't know what to do anymore."

if she could, wonyoung would disappear.

"you're ten, wonyoung." this wasn't right, not for anyone and especially not for a ten-year-old. "you don't have to do anything."

wonyoung really wanted to believe her.

"i just want them to love me."

the young heiress had wished the unconditional love that everyone had talked about applied to her when it came to her parents. she had heard that it was supposed to happen as soon as she was born.

perhaps she missed out this time, in this life, because in this life, she was worthless.

but not to hannah. never to hannah.

"i love you."

wonyoung had never felt love from her mother, but she had always felt love from hannah.

"you do?"

"i do." hannah smiled sadly. it hurt to know that wonyoung had felt this way (and how there was a chance that her baby felt the same, wherever she was). "i know how complicated families can be..."

wonyoung had never heard hannah speak about her family, but she knew that the older woman would be a good, if not amazing one.

part of her was jealous that someone out there had a mom like hannah, when she had a mom like jiyoung.

"do you have family, hannah?"

the woman, hands shakey, grasped them together tightly. her lips were pursed, and a mournful expression seemed to overtake the comforting one from before.

"i have a daughter back home." her baby was nine pounds and twenty-one inches with a head full of hair. when hannah closed her eyes, she could hear her baby crying for her mother. "i had her really young."

her baby. her beautiful baby girl.

"do you miss her?" wonyoung asked.

"i miss her a lot." missing her was an understatement. "i haven't heard from her in years."

"why?"

she could think of a million reasons why, all of which she held to herself, in grief and in sorrow.

hannah was a bad mother for abandoning her child, and a bad daughter for being so reckless.

"i grew up really poor." hannah couldn't even begin to compare the jang's house to the one she had back home. "i couldn't find a job, so i moved overseas. i left my baby with my mom."

but her child lived, and her child was loved, even from afar.

"do you love her?"

"i do." hannah couldn't think about not loving her. "i love her so much."

"but you left her."

"i left because i loved her." wonyoung's eyes glistened at the word. she couldn't imagine leaving someone out of love. perhaps disappearing, but leaving was unfathomable. "i'd rather have her grow up hating me than die starving. i just wish i can go back. i just wanna my baby one more time."

this was the unconditional love that everyone had praised. it was the homemade bento boxes, and the tight hugs that wonyoung would see from her friends and their moms. it was the tearful goodbyes from her best friend's grandparents, and the thoughtful notes that her seatmate would find in her bag.

to love someone is to do what's best for them, to do the right thing.

was wonyoung the best for her parents? were her parents the best for wonyoung?

did they even love her?

"you're a good mom, hannah." wonyoung hugged her tightly. "i wish you were my mom."

wonyoung couldn't imagine it, having someone risk everything just for her to be happy. she couldn't imagine loving someone so much, but one day, whether it be a child or someone else, she would love to.

wonyoung wanted to love someone right.

she looked at the tearful hannah, the older woman smiling down at her.

"i promise that when i'm older, i'll make sure you can go back and see your family again."

it was a promise that wonyoung intended to keep.

"thank you, wonyoung."

hannah didn't doubt her. not for one second.

the jang's were never good at keeping promises.

jang wonseok was a politician. keeping promises and breaking them was part of the territory. every campaign he held at least a couple empty pledges, just like he did back home. the twelve-year-old jang wonyoung knew that.

plus, there was no way she'd actually believe what her father said. not after he betrayed her mother.

jang jiyoung was no better. being a news anchor, she had always run a tight schedule. for days, wonyoung wouldn't see her despite each promise that the woman would make, and although she didn't mind, sometimes the young jang did want someone to eat dinner with, even if it was just a cup of instant noodles they could share.

wonyoung thought she was different. that she was hannah's daughter and not a jang.

but it ran in her blood.

"hannah knew me before i knew her."

the microphone echoed, the twelve-year-old's shakey hands grasping tightly onto the paper in front of her, her fingerprints making light marks against the blank white.

"she went with my mom to get an ultrasound when she was pregnant with me." her parents were nowhere to be seen, her father at a meeting and her mother at work. "they said i was a big baby, but hannah said i was a special baby."

to love someone is to do the right thing. letting go was the right thing.

"i don't think i'm special. i think i'm just wonyoung." the crowd laughed. hannah would've laughed too. "hannah was the special one. she knew how to make me feel better. she knew when i was sick before i got sick. she even knew the weather before it happened."

wonyoung didn't want to let go, but she would, for hannah.

"hannah told me that she hadn't seen her baby in a while." she hoped hannah's baby knew how loved she was, and she hoped that her words could reach her, even if it was far away. "i promised her that when i was older, i would make sure she saw them."

the jang's were known to break promises.

"i thought she was gonna live forever. i wanted her to live forever, or just long enough so i can keep my promise. for once, i just wanted to make her feel better. hannah always made me feel better." wonyoung didn't know when the page got so blurry, or why water was pouring out of her eyes. "i thought if i loved her enough, i could fix it. i could do it."

she didn't know how she managed to fail the one person who believed in her.

"i want to apologize to her today. i should've tried harder." she had everything. why couldn't she try harder to give hannah this one? she might've been a twelve-year-old, but still. "i'm sorry, hannah. i'm really really sorry."

to love someone is to do the right thing, but wonyoung realized it was also to mourn, and to be angry at herself for not being better. her failures stared her in the face, the casket mocking her as if she was nothing.

she didn't want to think about it anymore. she had failed, and wonyoung wanted nothing more than for this pain to be gone.

sighing, she stepped down from the lectern.

hannah was her own. her mother.

and like a shadow, she was gone.

death seemed to round the corners of the jang household.

she could see boxes upon boxes piling up in front of their penthouse, her mother glaring into the distance half-heartedly, conflicted with her pain.

jang jiyoung was a lee once. she was the younger sister of lee jihuyn, and the aunt of the ten-year-old lee hyunseo.

lee jihyun always smelt like flowers whenever she was around. it was no wonder why jang wonseok was so fond of her.

"this is hyunseo." her father said, patting the heiress on her shoulder. it pained wonyoung to see him so happy to have his affair child around, especially after- no. wonyoung didn't deserve to think about her again. "she'll be staying with us."

wonyoung nodded bowing as the younger girl stared at her in wonder.

"hello, hyunseo."

wonseok smiled at the young girl in a way wonyoung never got when she was hyunseo's age. "wonyoung will show you your room."

wonyoung's face twitched in disdain before switching into a soft smile.

she led hyunseo up to hann a room, unoccupied yet cleared of any existence that came before it.

hyunseo didn't deserve this room.

wonyoung turned to the younger girl. "this is your ro-"

"can i call you unnie?" the lee couldn't help but gleam at her, her eyes bright as the han river glared back into her new room. "i never had an unnie before. it was just me, mom and dad all the time."

wonyoung bit back a scowl.

her dad. hyunseo was lucky she had a dad.

"i'll ask the butlers to bring your stuff up." wonyoung couldn't help but be cold. "i have a school tour to go to."

"oh..." she watched as the younger girl deflated, and wonyoung couldn't help but feel guilty. hyunseo bounced back, though, her expression brighter than before.

"okay!"

wonyoung didn't understand how she could be so happy.

wonyoung had never been to a public school.

her father and mother had always opted to have her in a private one, yet the presence of a public school with such a reputation around their area had the jang's interested.

wonyoung had to agree that the high school was fairly nice. it had its own swimming pool, and it was clearly popular among international students, wonyoung seeing a few as she passed by.

everything else was pretty much the same as every other school, though. nothing stood out, at least nothing of interest.

the heiress found herself walking back to the entrance, scrolling through her phone to get her butler to pick her up. as she dialed, screams and cheers could be heard from the gym.

she should've known better than to enter, but wonyoung's facade was wearing her down. the newly impulsive jang crept inside, more and more yelling filling her skull. it wasn't angry yelling, but a cheerful one.

she didn't understand what could be so interesting.

the heiress felt herself getting swept away, a sudden crowd forming around one of the players as the final whistle blew.

her eyes trained onto the figure, two adults, seemingly the girl's parents, hugging her tightly as the girl cried.

the girl was perfect in every sense, from her face to the way she smiled. she didn't doubt that the older girl probably had perfect grades, and a perfect family, with a set of perfect friends.

the crowd around her roared, and wonyoung realized that the girl in front of her was so loved, so respected, all because she was perfect.

to love someone is to do the right thing.

one day, she'd be perfect enough to have her parents love her. one day, she'll feel like she wasn't a mistake, that she wasn't worthless.

and one day, someday, wonyoung would be perfect enough to mention her name once more.

she'll do the right thing this time.

wonyoung was going to be perfect.

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Fandom and Character Masterlist

Hazbinverse

Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Lucifer Morningstar, Lilith Morningstar, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Cherry Bomb, Valentino, Vox, Velvet, Rosie, Blitzo, Stolas Goetia, Striker

Arcane

Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Ekko, Sevika, Silco, Marcus, Finn, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Ambessa Medarda, Cassandra Kiramman, Enforcer Grayson, Maddie Nolen, Steb, Loris

Jujutsu Kaisen

Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugusaki, Maki Zenin, Gojo Satoru, Yuta Okkotsu, Geto Suguru, Haruta Shigemo, Mahito, Junpei Yoshino, Choso, Toji Fushiguro

Boku no Hero Academia

Keigo Takami, Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Shoto Todoroki, Eijirou Kirishima, Aizawa Shouta, Tomura Shigaraki, Hitoshi Shinsou, Mirio Toogata

Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel

Avatar the Last Airbender/Legend of Korra

Aang, Katara, Sokka, Zuko, Suki, Azula, Ty Lee, Mei, Jet, Korra, Asami Sato, Mako, Bolin, Kya II, Lin, Kuvira

Call of Duty

Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas

Blue Eye Samurai

Mizu, Akemi, Taigen

Honkai Star Rail

Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Himeko, Sampo, Caelus, Gepard, Bronya, Serval, Welt, Kafka, Stelle, Luocha, Yukong, Fu Xuan, Luka, Argenti, Veritas Ratio, Gallagher, Aventurine, Jiaoqiu, Moze, Anaxa, Phainon, Mydei, Mr. Reca

Wuthering Waves

Calcharo, Jiyan, Rover, Aalto, Mortefi, Yuanwu, Scar, Xiangli Yao, Geshu Lin

Genshin Impact

Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Gorou, Thoma, Ayato, Xiao, Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari, Scaramouche, Dottore, Pantalone, Pierro, Childe, Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Ororon, Dainsleif, Sethos, Zhongli

Zenless Zone Zero

Anton Ivanov, Lighter, Wise, Billy Kid, Von Lycaon, Seth Lowell, Asaba Harumasa

Love and Deepspace

Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

DC

Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Connor Kent, Hal Jordan, Oliver Queen, Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Diana Prince, Selina Kyle, Harley Quinn, Tim Drake, Wally West, Garfield Logan, John Constantine

Marvel

Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Bruce Banner, Thor, Loki, Druig, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, James “Logan" Howlett, Scott Summers, Remy Lebeau, Kurt Wagner, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, M'Baku, Peter Parker, Eddie Brock, King Valkyrie, Shang-Chi, Matt Murdock, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Peter Quill

[legs-like-jelly]

Could I have some KOBD headcanons? :333

GRABS YOU

im very sorry if this is low effort i have been in the PITS of KAON for the last week and a half

Knockout

As a Lee:

absolutely one of the loudest lees and is really embarrassed about it. try to ask him and he'll say he doesn't know what ur talking about </3

favorite spots are his vents, neck, and the backs of his knees

very rare for him to kick, but when he does it's HARD. left a welt in breakdown's chassis once when getting tickled on his back

As a Ler:

Will absolutely tease you. he's one of the biggest teases and will hit you with "n'aww, does that tickle?" "i thought you liked when i tickled you here!" "tickle tickle tickle!" which is the WORST?????? DIE?????

not a raspberry type of guy since i feel like he's bad at them, but once he does get a really good one, he'll have you kicking and squeaking okay

Breakdown

As a Lee: not very sensitive, but can get very chuckly and and will squirm just a little bit. most of the time he doesnt feel a lot......unless you get under his armpits.

favorite spots are his armpits and his hips

As a Ler:

oh my god he is so gentle. fuck. what the fuck. he'll have you blushing and feeling flustered and loved okay. i- hurggh- hunches over and puts my hand on the wall. he's so sickeningly sweet and he loves this whisper sweet shit.

"you're so adorable!" "there's that sweet little laugh i love so much" like DIE??? DIE ALREADY???????????

[bakawitch]

Overcome The Thorns (and insomnia)

With a new passenger aboard the Astral Express, everyone has to get adjusted to the new circumstances and make an occasional sacrifice for the benefit of their new guest. Especially Sirius.

Overcome The Thorns (and insomnia) is a Siriel/Sulliel au comic inspired by Sunstelle, Galladay and Claudrien and is based on @wisteriasymphony 's Honkai: Star Rail X Miraculous Ladybug au

Table of Contents

《PART 1》 《PART 2》 coming soon...

Miscellaneous

The Crew

Siriji kiss + Ariel meltdown, Ex-in-law, Rules are made to be broken!

Cast

Claudia Perreault as Sirius/Stelle

Adrien Agreste as Ariel/Sunday

Cynic as Sullivan/Gallagher

Bellamy Laframboise as Dan Ji/Dan Heng

Élodie Desrosiers as June 6th/March 7th

Roxanne Verona as Hikari/Himeko

Welt Yang as Himself/Welt Yang

Lucky Lucky Ladybug as Junebug/Robin

Chat Noir as Leira/Wonweek

Young Lydia as Anita/Misha

Lydia Perreault as Anastacia/Mikhail

Gabriel Agreste as Aleppo Wood/Gopher Wood

Lila Rossi as Mirage/Sparkle

Luka Couffaine as Pan Flamel/Sampo Koski

Nathalie Sancoeur as Styx/Acheron

Emilie Agreste as Mandela/Black Swan

Alix Kubdel as Marbletown/Boothill

Felix Graham de Vanilly as Lapis Lazuli/Aventurine

Chloe Bourgeois as Zircon/Topaz

Audrey Bourgeois as Pyrite/Jade

Kagami Tsurugi as Dr Axis/Dr Ratio

Rose Lavillant as Rosefinch/Firefly

Nathaniel Kurtzberg as Edge (Dao)/Blade (Ren)

??? as ???/Kafka

Max Kanté as Creamello/Silver Wolf

Zoe Lee as Crystallis/Argenti

Marc Anciel as Jing Ming/Jing Yuan

Socqueline Wang as Kusa/Rappa

Alya Césaire as Ms Reco/Mr Reca

Tomoe Tsurugi as The Haruta/The Herta

[The planned cast as of now, the roles with ??? are not secret, they're just yet be cast... Suggestions are welcome for those characters (be it canon or oc) since I have no idea what I'm doing! (*￣∇￣) Do keep in mind that this comic deals with suggestive themes on occasion, and all characters are 18+ here!]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 18

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation, violence. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

A long moan slips from between your lips. Your dewy cheek presses to the bedspread as your thigh clench, throbbing from inside as the swirling stirs your wits. You clutch the edge of the bed, gasping as Lee laps loudly behind you.

“Mmm, darlin’,” he murmurs against you, dragging two fingers along your leg. You quiver and he chuckles, the rumble rolling through you, “just relax…”

He lets the last letter drawl out as he places his mouth against your ass and nips at the tender flesh. His fingertips circle your hole and you squeeze your muscles tight. He purrs, teasing you as he prods and rubs you.

“I said… relax,” he pulls his fingers asay and you hear the wet noise if his mouth sucking, “I just wan’ make you feel good, baby.”

He touches your ring with slobbery fingers, spreading his spit around as he pokes against the resistance. You hiss and he once more pinches your cheek with his teeth. He hushes you as he dips a fingertip slowly into you.

You yipe and throw your head up at the intrusion. You slap a hand on the mattress, the bounce urging him further in. He sucks on your flesh, a welt forming with the pressure as he buries past his first knuckles. He wiggles in you, slipping back and in again. He works your hole, loosening you with short but gentle thrusts.

You tremble, the pressure mingling with the burn of his invasion. You never felt anything like that. It's painful yet delicious. It's only the shock of your own shame that keeps you tense. You've never done this before, never even thought of doing it.

“Lee….” You wisp, “you said… wait… we'll wait…”

“We gon’ wait,” he snarls against your ass, rocking his hand as he presses a second finger against your hole, “this ain't… ain't nothing. Just a bit of fun.”

“Please…” You gulp and your eyes roll back as you bite your tongue.

“That's it, kitten, you like it, huh? Gonna purr for me, ain't ya?”

His breath fans damply over your flesh as you grasp at the blankets. Your back arches and your toes curl. His other hand creeps up and tickles along your folds, slick as he fingers glide between them. He finds your clit, rubbing lightly as he adds to the flames licking at your core.

You hold your breath as the pressure boils and quakes in you. You drop your head and cry out, spasming as the tension unties. Your legs go slack and you heave into the mattress, murmuring as he coos sweetly against your skin.

He slips his fingers out, little by little, and moves to lick you again. He twirls his tongue around, still teasing your clit. He hums and raises his head, resting his chin on the cusp of your ass.

“Ya ain't so sad now, are ya?”

You shudder, unable to speak as your mind lay in pieces. As good as it feels, there's still a part of you afraid of it. The way he never really asks, but does as he pleases.

🌸

“Got a big surprise for ya,” Lee swings your arm as he clings to your hand, “ya excited?”

“A surprise?” You wonder as he walks you down the pavement to the curb.

“Can't spoil it. You just get in and see,” he winks and kisses your forehead. He stops and looks you up and down, “you look so good, my blossom flower.”

“Oh,” you glance down at your red coat and pale blue jeans, “I do?”

“You always do to me,” he grins, “but I think I know something suits ya better.”

You blink at his cryptic words. You don't quite get what he means. He opens the car door and you get in. You buckle up as he shuts it and goes around his side.

He flips on the radio, bopping his head to The Ronettes as he drives. It's a sunny day despite the cold. You watch the city pass outside the window and try to enjoy it. The shadow of your shortcoming never really leaves, it just fades into the background.

As the car pulls into a lot, you stare curiously at the bookstore in the corner of the plaza. You like books, that's a nice surprise. Lee gets out and stretches. You undo your seatbelt and follow him, keeping a hand on the car as you stare at the shop.

You set off across the lot without a second thought.

“Wow, wow,” Lee staggers after you and catches your hand, “where ya off to?”

“Oh, I was…” you turn back, “I thought we were going to look at books.”

“Maybe after,” he chuckles and he gives a dramatic look to the storefronts along the stretch of pavement, “anything else catch your eye?”

There's a hobby shop for a game you don't play and a butcher's. None of it really interests you. He tuts and squeezes your hand tighter, pulling you across the lot.

You look up as he approaches the store at the far end and plant your heels as you see the word ‘bridal’ in curly cursive. Oh!

“Lee, you don't mean…”

“Well, we gotta find you something pretty to wear, don't we?” He lets go of your hand and drapes his arms over your shoulders instead. “I'm not very superstitious. I don't mind a sneak peek.”

“I… I… maybe we should wait,” you sputter, heart beating wildly.

“Wait?” He pulls away completely, “for what?”

“Well, I don't know,” you glance at the windows. The dresses are so pretty but they all seem too much for you. “It's fast is all–”

“Well I'm darn serious about you,” he crosses his arms, “ain't you serious about me?”

“Um, y-yeah, but I just… I just flunked out and I'm still figuring things out.”

“What's there to figure out? You and me, that's all there is.”

“Right, but… but… what if I'm not ready?”

“Not ready for what? Not ready to be mine? Huh? Not ready for me to take care of ya? Sleepin’ in my bed, living under my roof… you been doin’ all that.”

“I'm sorry, I'm not… sorry, sir, it's just… I'm young. It's all new.”

“Young? You're grown. And it's new to me too. I ain't never married neither.”

“You haven't?”

“No, think I been waiting for you,” he softens, “come on, darlin’, I made an appointment and everything.”

“Uh, okay,” you gulp and face the bridal shop. He grabs your hand again and tugs you forward.

You're greeted inside by a woman in all black. She's pretty and elegant and older. You notice how her eyes skim between you and Lee, curious about your relation.

“We're gettin’ married,” he supplies, “appointment for Bodecker.”

“Oh, yes, Mr. Bodecker,” she smiles, “of course, can I take your coats?”

You let her take your red coat and he hands over his jacket. You’re led down a long hall, glimpsing other women standing before mirrors in ivory and pearl. Your stomach flipping and flopping.

You enter a room of your own, hangers lining the walls and a few hung on a rolling rack by the low podium before the mirrors.

“We chose a few pieces to your specifications,” the consultant explains, “if you wanna have a look, we can get you in one.”

“Go on,” Lee nudges you and sits on the bench.

You inch forward, letting the consultant take the lead. You keep your hands to yourself and eye the dress with the little flounce at the hem. She notices and unhooks it.

“This one first, follow me,” she waves you along with a gentle smile.

She hangs it inside a changing room and lets you know you can ask for help. You enter as she closes the door and you undress slowly. You step into the dress but can't reach the buttons.

The consultant enters as you reticent call. Her name is Grace, you read it on her name tag. She turns you to face the mirror as she helps button the back.

“Just you and your fiance?” She wonders.

“Mhmm,” you nod.

“That's alright,” she assures, “it's about the dress, right?”

You shrug as she gets the top button done. She looks at the mirror as you try to avoid your reflection.

“You look gorgeous, hon, why don't we go show him?”

You let her take you out, watching your feet as you walk the hallway back to the large room. You hear Lee suck in air as Grace takes you to the podium. You step up and she arranges the skirt around your legs.

“Wow,” is all Lee can say, “looking like the girl of my dreams, darlin'”

[marloloweler]

﴾ Avoidant, are we now? ﴿

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After March had pestered Dan Heng one too many times, he's finally had enough of her antics. In a surprising turn of events, March's oh-so-genius idea of using Stelle as a human shield unexpectedly worked...for now, at least.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Honkai: Star Rail

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Ler!Dan Heng, March 7th (briefly)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Lee!Stelle, March 7th (briefly)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎This fic is entirely platonic/familial. • Additional brief mentions and appearances from Pom-Pom are included in this fic as well! There are also brief mentions of Himeko and Welt, but no actual appearances from them.

‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Small disclaimer ;; I use They/Them pronouns for Pom-Pom here (I think those are the canon pronouns too), as well as They/She pronouns for Stelle (argue. with. the. wall. 🧱 /lh)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Rahhh, hi @yellowelectroslime!!! I'm your squealing santa delivery driver person!!!!! I had bad burnout during the process of writing this, as well as a good old-fashioned diagnosis of the sad and unfortunate concept that is writer's block (it's 12:32am as I'm currently posting this but I'll be off to bed soon bc i gotta wake up for school in like 5 hours help), I'm so, so, SO sorry for taking this long!!! I hope you've had a happy new year and the best of your holidays!!!

‎ ‎ ❥‎So happy to have participated in @squealing-santa for a second time!! I think I've improved from my squealing santa fic in 2023!

‎ ‎ ❥‎Anyways this trio has me sobbing and weeping on my knees. After hearing March's constantly cheerful and goofy laughs during her dialogue and the very rare moments that Dan Heng chuckles, I genuinely need to hear how Stelle's laugh would sound ingame. Thankfully, her voice actor (I love Rachael Chau /platonic) sounds deathly similar to her character so it's very easy to imagine!!!!

‎ ‎ ‎❥‎Please bare with me as I may go a little off character, this is my 2nd ever hsr fic (the stelle and march fic i wrote like prob almost 2 years ago is so- aagghh i hate it pls stop reading my old stuff guys 😭😭😭😭😔😔😔😔💔💔💔 /sar)

‎ ‎ ‎❥‎This fic takes place before the events of either Jarilo-IV or the Xianzhou Luofu, mainly during the time where Stelle had first joined.

‎ ‎ ‎ ❥‎Word Count: 1,648

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❥Fic Under The Cut!

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March 7th had, once yet again, dug her own metaphorical grave even deeper than previously. She had been told off countless times by both Dan Heng, and Pom-Pom.

Well, mainly Dan Heng.

She would always constantly pester the archivist in his work, always determined to get the stoic man to learn her optimistic ways, himself. Despite this, he had always gotten onto her for the bothersome attempts; eventually resulting in the poor conductor having to start dragging her away.

It was always the same old "Don't bother passenger Dan Heng while he's working! Pom-Pom's told you already, you know better!" from the conductor, yet she wasn't planning to back down just yet.

Well she eventually did listen, though not for very long. It wasn't until Stelle had joined the express crew that an idea clicked into March's brain. A risky idea, at that. Knowing that Stelle wouldn't necessarily know any better about being outside of her room (or near someone like Himeko or Mr. Yang, for that matter actually) whenever she was acting out her schemes and antics, March grinned while the cogs and gears turned in her brain.

It was a very calm and peaceful afternoon on the Astral Express. Himeko was peacefully brewing her coffee, Welt was interacting with Pom-Pom (who was currently cleaning up), and Stelle had just woken up and was greeting the others as she had exited the party car, her room being on its second floor.

Meanwhile, March was in the hallway of the passenger cabin, completely bored out of her mind until she could almost immediately hear the frustrated and irritated groans coming from Dan Heng. Deciding to walk towards the door, and slightly peek in, she noticed him working on something in the data bank.

That's when March thought of a silly little idea to annoy the aloof train guard. Pom-Pom, having been walking by, noticed this and gave a glare towards March before they spoke up quietly.

“March, don't you dare. If you even bother passenger Dan Heng again, Pom-pom's not going to save you this time.”

But even still, March did not listen. It was to be expected at this point, though it was still pretty annoying for the crew at times. Just as the conductor strutted away into the parlor car, March began to strategize her plan. All she intended to do this time was just sneak up behind the archivist and startle him with a few taps to his shoulder and hide somewhere to snap a picture of his reaction.

That was what she *intended * to have happened. How it actually *went *, on the other hand..

March sneaking in and hiding was the easiest part of all, since Dan Heng happened to have a couple of empty boxes stacked up in the archives that he hadn't gotten rid of just yet. Therefore, she could hide behind those. Getting to start the second part of her plan, however, was a teensy bit more challenging. He seemed to be quite active in the archives today, so she had to wait out a while of him just walking around.

Thankfully, he stopped right in front of the data bank to work on it and update some things. Whether or not he was actually distracted didn't matter to her, March was just glad that this would work out all too smoothly for her.

..Or so she thought.

As soon as she knew the coast was clear, March set her camera up to immediately snap a couple of photos within a few seconds of initial delay. During that process, she had changed her mind of how she'd actually approach Dan Heng. She remembered how a few times of being asked, Dan Heng would always deny the possibility of him being ticklish and everybody always having gone along with it so as to not annoy him.

This didn't sit right with her, though. She had her mind set on his very reaction. After making sure that her camera was perfectly set up, She'd set the delay to about 11 seconds before pressing the button and slowly sneaking up on Dan Heng from behind. March's mistake, however, was not considering whether or not he was actually distracted enough.

Even still, she had “successfully” snuck up on him. As a result, she'd immediately poke and prod, as well as squeezing gently, at his sides before immediately hurrying back to behind the boxes after the photos were snapped. She was sure that he hadn't expected it and had to wait a bit before the photos were completely processed, yet she still “succeeded” in her plan.

Her second mistake was not actually checking Dan Heng's expressions as she went to hide once more.

After quietly and patiently waiting a few moments, her photos were eventually processed. March looked at the photos with vast excitement, only to look a bit shocked when she noticed how all the photos were of Dan Heng staring right at the camera intently, albeit with a slight smirk on his lips. Before she knew it, Dan Heng could be seen staring at her from the other side of the boxes with a dry chuckle escaping, despite himself.

“Seems you really thought this through, haven't you?” Dan Heng murmured in faux curiosity. “What a shame, you *almost* had me there. Don't think I'll let this act of your's slide, though.”

Just as he spoke, he began to try and approach her. Slightly panicky, though more playful than terrified, March bolted off without her camera. She was looking for a way to protect herself from the stoic guard, when she suddenly figured it out.

During all of this, Stelle had entered the hallway to go and ask Dan Heng about something, when she suddenly felt a tight hug from behind and gasped slightly in surprise. “Aah-! March?! What's going on- AHAhah-! Wahaihit! Dohon’t use me ahahas your humahan shield!”

Stelle could almost immediately tell that by Dan Heng jogging over and the light scribbling against her ribcage, March was trying to use her to get out of Dan Heng's retaliation. Though Dan Heng stopped in front of them to question it, this wasn't necessarily going to do any good for Stelle's defense.

“So now we're just resorting to using Stelle as the equivalent of whenever a criminal uses their hostage as a way to avoid my scolding, are we?” Dan Heng replied with yet another dry chuckle, though a bit more playful.

“Nuh uh! You'll have to get through Stelle first, Dan Heng! She's my accomplice, don't listen to her!

Despite the fact that he knew this would be exactly how March responded, Dan Heng would still be more merciful on Stelle since he knew that it was March's doing, alone. Yet, that still didn't stop him from having to quite literally get through Stelle first.

“Waihit! I- I nehever agreed to ahany of this! Plehease no! I have a fahamihily of nihine to feed! I-..! I have so muhuhuch to live fohohor!” Stelle, still giggling from March's light scribbles, was practically pleading for Dan Heng to spare her. Though she was being a bit dramatic and silly, it was pretty funny to see her giggling like this.

“Hmhm, your melodrama is actually pretty amusing to listen to. You almost managed to get a chuckle out of me there. I must say, you're quite the source of entertainment, Stelle.” Dan Heng murmured in amusement.

Approaching a little more, his fingers reached her ribcage and softly skittered around the sides. This sudden action left the poor trailblazer’s voice to pitch up slightly in octave from how ticklish the spot was for Stelle. She pleaded a bit, even twisting and turning a little to try and escape, though all attempts were in vain.

“NooOHhoo! DaAHAn HeeHEng! Waihihiit! Nahaohoott theheehe ribcaHAhaAaaage! P—PleheEAhease!”

March was practically beaming in excitement as her plan was working out so well for her. ..Almost *too* well, that is.

While she was set on waiting off Dan Heng’s efforts with this tactic of hers, the aloof guard was already two steps ahead of her. After a couple moments of Stelle practically crumbling under barely any effort from the tickling, he finally let up. While his first idea was to make sure Stelle had held up alright afterwards, he had a certain bubbly menace to deal with first.

“March,” Dan Heng started, his voice lowering slightly that could scare even Welt, himself, if used in certain circumstances. “Don’t think you're off the hook just because you dragged Stelle into this.”

Oh no.

March immediately took the signs and realized that what Pom-Pom had said earlier, mainly about not saving her from Dan Heng this time, really *was * genuine. She let out a few sheepish and nervous laughs before slowly backing up a bit and attempting to retreat to her own room. Dan Heng managed to grab onto her wrist though, trapping her in a hug from behind before slightly turning his line of vision to Stelle.

“You alright now? I’m assuming you needed something, so I'll get back to that once I deal with her.” Stelle nodded at his words, taking a few moments to catch her breath while she watched Dan Heng practically drag March back to her room.

Soon enough, high pitched squeals were audible from where Stelle had stood. While the trailblazer had eventually calmed down, she was still unsure how long it would take for Dan Heng to return; especially considering how much of a handful March could be sometimes.

She didn't necessarily pay any mind to it, however, and just waited inside of the archives. She picked out an interesting enough book, sitting down in the train guard's office chair for the time being to wait things out. Besides, it wouldn't be anytime soon that Dan Heng would be finished, after all, and Stelle wasn't impatient or busy today.

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