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* convierte tus cartas en galletas (?) *
#cookie run#huellitas magicas 2#magical paws 2#visuki otome#visuki#cookie run style#crossover ???#ahhh
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jack and mais life in a nutshell honestly 😭😭
#art#meme#samurai jack#sj#samurai jack au#samurai jack oc#au#oc#paws of magic#pom au#jack#mai#silly#shitpost#animation#animatic#goofy ahh#💥#I saw that mobile ad and went “yeah this is defo jack and mai”#HEEEELPPP#legit their life is like this they have like 2 seconds of peace then they just#explode 😭#jackposting
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Fucked up you can just be accosted by pain that keeps you awake when we all know sleep is when you do the most serious healing hence maybe if these fuckass joints would let me be SLEEPY TIMES things could improve but nnnyyyyoooooooooo. Fuckin. Dumb.
#I’m thinkin so hard about lil kiddo Mochiie to cope it’s like an oven in my brain rn.#also Feral Paws my beloved Feral Paws….. Keathan is so so so talented and we’re doing our own FP upscales….. magical as fuck….#when the bugs are hammered out we’ll release them OwO but only when they’re ready….#my boy….. he is thoughtful and thorough…..#not like me 🫢 Upside: I think I’ve found a guide on how to advanced modpacking again#however I keep getting distracted by Mochi’s stupid beautiful face.#day-2-day#venting and loathing#the tags and the text are not related to each other. this is like a secret second post. idk.#fuck my joints FR though
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beat the hyperfixation allegations challenge (hard mode)
#NEW MAGIC SCHOOL BUS SHOW ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️#I CAMT CONTROL MYSELF#and this was announced back in MARCH.#MARCH !!#and it was on the 22ND TOO !!#MCR DAYYYYY#hope its better than rides again s1/2#cause that was shit#i cant believe i remember in 2014 when ra was announced as tmsb 360#but anyway#i like the og series and rides again s3#ra s3 redeemed the series#i hope msb3 follows that legacy#also its gonna be in full cgi#which a lot of kids shows are doin these days#ill be damned if it looks like cocomelon#but if it looks smth like paw patrol ehh itll be fine#i mean it Is a kids show#from the 2020s#from canada
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Wario dies following the pup and the icebridge collapse
bonus Wario dies security breach animatronics
#wario dies#paw patrol#team fortress 2#my little pony friendship is magic#my little pony#super mario bros#corssover#fnaf security breach#five nights at freddy's
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SSR Mozus Trein - Strict Suit Voice Lines
My lectures are open to all students. Now, take your seat. Class is starting.
Summon: What do you believe makes a competent mage? Magical abilities? Knowledge? Experience? Dignity? The answer is... All of the above.
Groovification: Strenuous effort has the capacity to eclipse raw talent. Voraciously absorb every bit of knowledge you can reach even greater heights.
Home: Question?
Home Transition 1: I will always discipline unruly students with a firm hand. I cannot allow those who are serious about their studies to suffer because of them.
Home Transition 2: Lucius, how are your little paws doing today, hm? Let me have a look see... ...Ahem! Yes, what is it? Can you not see I am currently busy?
Home Transition 3: Ah, is it that time already? I became so engrossed in my book that I completely forgot to eat... I understand that is not ideal, and yet...
Home Transition - Login: Have you reviewed your previous lessons and prepared for next class? Merely attending class is not conducive to studying. You need to go over what you've learned over and over again in order for it to truly seep into your mind.
Home Transition - Groovy: Oh, was the previous quiz too easy? Well now, it seems you've drastically improved. I must raise the difficulty on the next one.
Home Tap 1: I've had students come to me, elated that taking my course cured their insomnia. An absolutely disrespectful claim, is it not?
Home Tap 2: There is still much we do not know about Ancient Magic. Even textbooks on the subject touch only on surface level information. It is a fascinating subject of study.
Home Tap 3: Lucius is a long-hair cat, and thus, during shedding season, he sheds so much hair that I could practically make another smaller Lucius. I can only wonder if there could be some use for it...
Home Tap 4: What's this about a manga about a mage in historical times? Far too much creative liberties are taken in those silly things. If you wish to properly gain knowledge about history, you should read specialized textbooks on the subject.
Home Tap 5: As it stands, all professors should wear a robe as proper attire. Teaching class while sporting a garish coat is simply unacceptable.
Home Tap - Groovy: I am quite fond of my rocking chair. I find nothing is better than being able to rest in it while stroking Lucius's fur.
Duo: [TREIN]: Crewel-sensei, are you prepared to begin? [CREWEL]: Don't strain your health, Trein-sensei.
Requested by Anonymous.
#twisted wonderland#twst#mozus trein#divus crewel#twst trein#twst crewel#twst translation#mention: lucius
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A Perfect Storm
Summary: You and Gale give in to your passions, but there are some obstacles along the way.
Sequel to 'A Tight Fit' and 'A Generous Portion'. A reimagining of the Gale romance in Act 1 and Act 2, featuring nosy menaces Karlach and Astarion.
Word count: 5.6k
Disclaimers: Gale x female Tav/reader. NSFW. 18+. Smut. Oral sex. Vaginal penetration. Heavy petting. Light angst.
AO3 link
Beta: @dekariosclan, thank you so much, you are amazing and wonderful.
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Peach juice gleams on Gale's beard, trickling down the thrust of his chin. He makes a slow sucking sound as it spills down the folds of your fingers. He pauses, his tongue darting over the bulge of his bottom lip, thick and wet.
His eyes are full and black, sparking purple from the throbbing of his orb. You were not certain what that meant before. You have no doubts now.
He lets out a low moan as he bites down again.
The peach falls from your hand. He does not move. Neither do you. There is a moment when you simply stare at him, alight with the pulse of his desire, rippling with the slick fire spreading from your core. Entranced by the unmistakable swelling between his thighs.
And then, you feast.
You fall on each other. A gush of peaches cascades across the ground. He laps and sucks at your fingers in a tumult of groans, as your tongue draws frenzied arcs over his soaked stubble, the honey of his skin. His hands are everywhere at once, weaving through your hair, grasping at your breasts, pressing your hips against his. You cannot get enough of him, pawing at his shoulders and his chest and his tousled waves, the bristled heat of his neck, the broad grooves of his back. When your mouths meet, you devour each other, ravenous for touch, scent, taste, anything, everything, more.
You are no longer aware of the open vista around you, the impending return of your companions. Nothing exists but Gale’s panting breaths, the velvet swirls of his tongue. His smouldering flesh against yours, crushing out all space between you, as it had been the first time, when there was no room for pretences and nowhere to hide. All that exists now is your desire, revealed and returned, at long last.
When your hand dips beneath his robe, his hips cant up to meet you. And when your fingers find what they seek, he shudders into the nook of your neck. It is no longer a memory, an ache that beset so many listless nights in your bedroll. You take hold of his hardness, hot and familiar. Searching fingers trail down the inside of your thigh, and you whimper as he rasps your name like a plea.
In the trance of your lust and longing, you do not notice the deepening flare of Gale’s chest. Blinding blades of indigo cut through Gale’s skin. As you move your hand along his length, he buckles into you. He lurches back with a cry.
You freeze as Gale doubles over, clasping at his chest. Ebony-purple tendrils writhe on his neck like poisoned veins, his chest a searing brightness that hurts your eyes.
“Gale, what's wrong? What's happening?”
He clenches his jaw, folding into himself. Choking breaths sputter out of him as he balls and unballs his fists. To see Gale deprived of speech is a unique brand of horror. You have no idea what to do.
“Do you need a magical artefact? A potion? Should I get–”
He jerks his head. You watch, terrified and helpless, as he extends a shaking palm. Wait. Please. Wait. His eyes wrench closed, his lips rippling as though in prayer.
Is this what it was like for him, that year in his tower, before your paths had crossed? The thought of him alone and abandoned, trapped in these convulsions of torment, shoots through you like pain.
You are not sure how long you sit there. Gradually, excruciatingly, his breathing slows to a laboured rhythm. The orb dims to a lavender wash. Relief overwhelms you as he lifts his head.
“I'm alright,” he heaves. “I'm fine, Tav.”
“Are you sure you don't need–”
“I'm fine. It’s safe. The orb… it's safe now.”
You suddenly feel so foolish. So blind.
“I'm sorry, Gale. I'm so sorry.”
“Whatever for?” His voice is broken, but still so tender. You could cry.
“All this time…I thought you were avoiding me because…”
You look away. He dips his head to chase your gaze. “Why?”
“Because you felt embarrassed. Because you didn't want me.”
He lets out a huff of disbelief. His gaze is urgent, so urgent, as he looks at you.
“Tav.” He moves closer. “I've wanted you since the day we got locked in that room. You're all I think about. All I dream of. I've never felt…”
He trails off. You watch the rise and fall of his chest, strained and uncertain.
“I've never met anyone like you,” he says finally.
You understand his struggle. You, too, cannot explain what it is between you. What you feel for him.
“Neither have I. I don't usually do this.”
His crow's feet crinkle. “That makes two of us. I don't make a habit of throwing myself at people tongue first.”
For an instant, you are lost in the memory of his tongue. He clears his throat. You tear your eyes away, fixing on the creases of your tunic.
The orb remains, mercifully, faint.
When you look up again, he is studying you. He scratches at his beard, still damp from your earlier exertions. You can still taste him, and you still want more.
“I’ve always considered myself a disciplined man.” He grimaces. “Surprising, I know, because I just can't control myself around you. Even the threat of imminent destruction couldn’t keep me away.”
You swallow. This is new territory for you, too. You have never felt so desired, and you have never desired someone more. You cannot make sense of it.
“You should have told me,” you manage. “If I had known this was hurting you…”
“I think I had more pressing priorities than talking.” He pauses, chuckles. “I never thought I'd say that.”
Despite the circumstances, you laugh. “You do love talking.”
“There are things I love more.”
Your core tingles as you linger over the swell of his lips. The orb flickers as his eyes hover over your parted mouth. You wonder if you should pull away. He does not.
“I wanted to do things properly. Charm you with dazzling displays of wit. Conjure a canvas to rival your beauty. Dance with you beneath the stars.”
Is that sorrow in his voice? Regret? He frowns, and in the shadows of his face, you think you see shame.
“If things were different… if we were home… I would give you everything you deserve.”
It is not quite shock you feel, but you cannot fathom it. When Gale had told you about his past, his greatest mistake and his fall from grace, you had wondered at the fairness of his self-judgment. It did not sit well with you, the crushing burden of the blame he carried, as though the sin was his alone. For you, that guilt had always jarred against the proud veneer Gale projected - the bluster of a wizard of considerable acclaim, a scholar of exceptional accomplishment.
Now, you see him so clearly. The passion that drives him, the gentleness that sets him apart. The conviction that he will always fall short.
You reach forward to cup his cheek. His breath catches, a mirror of your heart. You have touched before, drawn together by the whirlwind of your yearning, a surging, panting need. But this is different.
“You already have.”
His eyes ebb with surprise, doubt, something like fear. There are things you wish to say, but you do not know how. They go beyond the language of your bodies, into the recesses within you that no one else has stirred.
But still, you try.
“Being with you… It’s everything.”
He is speechless for a moment. When he looks at you, you know he sees. He smiles.
And as he kisses you, you realise it is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.
****
“So, let me get this straight.” Karlach leans forward. “All those nights in Gale's tent, and you still haven't ridden that wizard’s staff?”
You rub at your temples. You already regret those extra glasses of red. Wine has always made you loose lipped.
Astarion smirks. “Come now, Tav. That tent lights up like a signal flare every time you go in. You must be doing something.”
You glare at them pathetically. You know they will not let this go, no matter how mortified you are. No matter how much you dig your heels in.
“We can't,” you sigh.
Astarion arches an eyebrow. “Well, I can't say I'm surprised. Gale does leave a lot to be desired. Though I’d assumed there'd be spells for that sort of thing. Enlarge, for one–”
“No!” you splutter. “For the love of – No! There's nothing wrong with Gale's–”
You catch the grin Astarion shoots at Karlach. Karlach gapes at you, expectant.
“It's his orb, alright? Not his… anatomy. We can't because of his orb.”
Karlach's eyes widen. “Are you saying that if Gale nuts, his orb will explode?”
You wince. “That's the worry, yes.”
“Gale’s cock could bring about the apocalypse.” Astarion chortles. “Who would have thought.”
You give Astarion a shove. “It's not funny.”
“Of course it isn't!” Karlach looks genuinely distressed. “You poor things. I can hear you two going at it sometimes–”
“Like a pair of clumsy teenagers,” Astarion pushes in. “You’d have to be deaf not to hear everything, by the way.”
Karlach scratches her head. “Seriously though. What are you guys doing in there? If you can't wet that wand–”
“For gods’ sake!”
Astarion snickers. “Are you finding all his special places and kissing them better? Is he putting that mage hand to good use? Whispering sweet nothings into your–”
Your face burns. “Just use your imagination!”
“Poor Gale.” Karlach blows out a breath. “He must have the biggest, bluest balls in all of Faerun.”
“And you must have the most swollen–”
“Right!” You leap to your feet, lunging away from the campfire. “I'm done! I'm not discussing Gale's balls, or my–”
You crash into Gale as you turn. He catches you, alarm and confusion flitting across his face as you squeeze his hand. Sorry, you signal with your eyes as you retreat. I'll make it up to you later.
“What did I miss?” you hear Gale ask behind you. You cringe at the delight in Astarion's voice.
“Oh Gale.” He titters ominously. “I'm so glad you asked.”
****
“Oh, I get it.”
You chuckle as he wraps his arms around you from behind. Everything feels and smells like Gale - every nook and cranny of his study, plush and warm, every chime of the well-worn piano beside you. The teasing dance of hands around your waist, the tickle of his hair against your neck. The familiar scent of sandalwood and scrolls, indistinguishable as fantasy or flesh. Your fingers hover over the bookshelf before you.
“This is some kind of elaborate courting ritual, isn't it? You seduce me with kisses and honeyed words–”
“I seduced you?” Gale barks out a laugh. “I seem to recall that you were the one who touched my–”
“You whisk me away to your wizard’s tower, ply me with mood music, and then–”
“Excuse me, but you willingly accepted my invitation. No whisking was involved–”
“And then–”
“I might also remind you that technically, we haven’t left the boundaries of my tent, given that this is an illusion, though admittedly, a masterful one–”
You jostle him. He nibbles at your earlobe, and you bat him away half-heartedly.
“And then, you show me your personal, and very extensive, collection of porn.”
Gale titters as you gesture towards a cluster of tomes in the upper left corner.
“A gentleman can never be too well-read.”
“Clearly not.” You crane your neck. “‘Beauty and the Beast with Two Backs’. ‘Longsword of Love’. ‘The Wand of Wonder.’”
“Oh, that's a good one. The sequel was a poor imitation, though. ‘The Tiefling's Horn.’ Disappointing.”
“What a shame.” You squint. “‘Two Wenches, One Goblet’. What's that about?”
Gale opens his mouth, then promptly closes it.
“Wait. Maybe don't answer that.”
You laugh as you delve further. You remember that Gale has conjured all of these books from memory. You have no doubt that he recalls their content in exquisite detail.
“I wasn't sure whether you'd misplaced some of these. ‘Exploring the Underdark.’ ‘How to Tend Your Garden.’ ‘Studies of the Kraken.’”
Gale huffs. “I'm offended you'd think my library would be anything but impeccably arranged.”
“Ah.” You turn to face him, nuzzling into his neck. "Shall I beg for your forgiveness?”
His hands wander down your spine, over the small of your back. A violet shimmer fills the space between you. You have learned which shades you should flinch from, and which you should welcome. You cannot help but feel Gale's arousal as your own, after all. To see it displayed so clearly - it drives you wild.
“Tav,” he murmurs into your hair. “You could take a first edition of ‘Etheril’s Enchiridion of Enchanting Easements’ and burn it in a ritualistic bonfire, and I’d forgive you.”
You brush your lips over his jawline, running your thumb over the arc of his collarbone. You feel him tremble against you.
“So you're saying I have you wrapped around my little finger.”
“Wrapped?” He tuts. “Bound and double knotted. Triple knotted, even. If you had an inkling of a desire for me to jump, I'd catapult myself to the other side of the Chionthar.”
“So…” You bite your lip. “You’d do anything I asked?”
His eyes are misted, lips curled in a sideways smile. “Within reason. But yes. There's very little I wouldn't do for you.”
You tilt your mouth to his. He opens to you without hesitation. A soft moan escapes him as he presses you against the bookshelf, enfolding you in his lavender haze.
“I’d do the same,” you whisper, before you melt into each other.
****
You stare up at the peak of your tent, flickering in the candlelight. Your bedroll feels foreign, the ground beneath you impossibly hard. You kick away your blanket with a grunt, abandoning the hope of sleep.
Should you go to him? After Elminister’s departure, you had made your feelings on Mystra's charge - and Mystra herself - abundantly clear. When you had sat with Gale, watching the sun set with his hand in yours, he had been uncharacteristically quiet. You had known, without him asking, that he needed space.
He had not been at dinner - a haphazard assortment of beans and fish heads which you were too preoccupied to taste. When you returned from a wash in the river, you thought you glimpsed the curve of his back sliding into his tent. You have not seen him since.
You imagine Gale, tossing and turning, wondering how long he has left. Sifting through his memories for triumph, and finding only despair. Convinced that his life has no meaning outside of his death. Standing at a precipice, alone.
You lunge up, darting through the slit of your tent.
He stands outside, features shadowed in the empty night. There is a weariness in his stooped frame, an exhaustion that he cannot conceal. But when your eyes meet, his face glows with unmistakable joy. He reaches for your hand.
“Come with me.”
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“This was going to be a surprise.”
You marvel at the illusion around you. The bed of lush grass beneath your toes, adorned with a
fine spray of daisies. The lilting forest canopy, framed by a boundless azure canvas bejewelled with stars. The sky glimmers with the most vivid shades of turquoise you have ever seen.
In awe, you follow Gale to a clearing, where a velvet rug awaits, soft and welcoming. A billowing bouquet of peonies rests beside a basket of peaches, two glasses and a bottle of Gulthmeran Reserve. All your favourites.
You are at a loss.
“I've been trying to make it perfect, or as close to perfect I can get, in the circumstances. It's not quite finished, but…”
He looks down, grimacing.
“Well, there's no time like the present.”
You step forward, resting your hands on his chest. “This is incredible, Gale. It is perfect. Beyond perfect.”
He shakes his head. “I wish I could give you more. There's so much more I would give you, if only we had time.”
His eyes are shining. You realise that he is holding back tears. You cup his face in your hands.
“You've given me more than I've ever dreamed of. More than I could ever imagine.”
He is silent for a moment. Through the storm of your emotions, you watch the quiver of his lip, the spasm of his brow. He gestures towards the rug, arrayed with all the gifts he has prepared for you. You sit beside him, caressing the petals of a scarlet peony, rolling a honey-ripe peach around in your palm. He smiles as he watches you, a smile that puts the stars to shame.
“All of this,” you breathe. “How did you know–”
“Tav.” He chuckles, mock-chiding. “You should know by now that I'm a keen observer and a meticulous scholar, especially when you're the subject matter.”
You are not sure why you suddenly feel shy. You fiddle with his collar, the chestnut curls around his neck. He draws you closer, his legs bracketing you, the tip of his nose tingling over yours.
“No one has ever done anything like this for me.”
It is difficult for you to understand it. The things Gale has done, the feelings he has professed. You struggle to explain the magnitude of them all. The miracle of him.
“Then I'll do everything in my power to make up for their shortcomings.”
You stare at him for a long time. Without warning, a tear slides down your cheek. He catches it with his thumb, stilled by the admission, the implication. Your hands find his as he plants a slow, searing kiss on your forehead. In his touch, there is the warmth of home.
“Do you remember when you said you'd do anything I asked you?”
“Of course.” He nods. “I said what I meant.”
You know it is a risk. You know the consequences of what you are about to say. But you cannot stay silent, not after all you have been through together. Not after all you have discovered about the man he is, everything he has become to you. You cannot abide it.
“What if I asked you to trust me? To trust that we can find another way?”
He hesitates. The lines on his face deepen, his eyes darkening.
“You don't have to die, Gale. We can fight the Absolute together.”
He jerks his head. “Tav…”
You clasp his hands against your heart. “I'm asking you to trust me. Someone who knows you. Someone who… cares deeply for you. You don't deserve this. You don't need her forgiveness. You don't have to die.”
“Tav.” His chest heaves. “What you're asking…”
“I'm asking you to live.”
It comes out as a plea, though you had not meant it as such. It is your beating heart, held out before him - the truth laid bare, without reservation or fear. You cannot run from it any longer.
“I love you, Gale.”
The words are everything, yet not enough. Perhaps love cannot capture the hunger you feel for him, frantic and insatiable, the desperate ache that possesses you whenever he is near. The candle he has lit inside you, illuminating the world with a wonder you have never known. A steady tide, washing over everything within and around you, making all things new.
A thousand feelings stream across his features as a comet soars through the sky. And as he surges forward, clutching you against him like a lifeline, you recognise the promise that is sealed between your skin.
“I love you too.”
His tongue is tender at first, almost reverent as it slides against yours. Your mouths move slowly, savouring each other like the richest banquet, the finest wine. But when his hands roam under your robe to palm your breasts, when your fingers weave under his waistband to grasp his need, all is lost.
You had imagined this, the minute Elminster calmed the orb. The implications had been immediately clear to you. But all that had fallen to the wayside in the face of Gale's suffering and grief. Now, as Gale’s chest flares to the rhythm of his juddering breaths, you are unleashed.
Suddenly, all you want is his skin on yours. He tears your robe off with a ferocity that makes you whimper. You wrench his tunic off, shoving his breeches and briefs down in a frenzy. He rolls his tongue around your nipple, sucking it roughly into his mouth. As you arch into him, you tighten your grip around his shaft. He gasps, digging into your ass as you begin to pump.
“Wait,” you think you hear. But he is lapping wet whirls on your areola, parting your soaked panties to find your fire. You can feel the veins twitching on his girth as his fingers flutter into your cleft. You grind into his hand with a whine.
When he draws back abruptly, your first instinct is to check the orb. Before, that indigo blaze would have been a warning. But Gale's eyes are wide with desire, not clenched with pain.
With a low murmur, he flicks his wrist. A crackle of blue thread bends in the air. He rises, lifting you up into his arms.
“A gesture towards your comfort.”
You gape at the four poster bed that has appeared behind you, its violet canopy and silk sheets. You look back at Gale, incredulous.
“Are you telling me that all this time, you've had this in your back pocket, and we've been messing around in your bedroll?”
Gale dips his head, half amused, half sheepish. His hands meander down your curves, distracted, insistent. You lean into his touch.
“Maintaining an illusion like this requires concentration. Concentration I was devoting to making sure the orb didn't take out a small city every time you and I were having a…particularly heated interchange.”
“I see.”
You run your fingers over the scar of the orb, sunken into Gale's skin. It pulses, cold as metal in winter. Tentatively, you bend down to dart your tongue over its edges, lingering over the bruise in its centre. You can taste the static as Gale sucks in a breath.
“And you won't have a problem maintaining concentration now?”
His voice is strained, but his eyes glint. “I won't now.”
You gasp as he pulls you onto the bed, his cock stiff against your belly as you straddle him. You wet your lips as you skim his beaded head with your thumb. His head falls between your breasts as he shivers violently against you.
“That remains to be seen.”
When you slide off his lap, he makes a muffled sound, reaching for you. You hold his gaze as you roll his briefs and breeches down and off, caressing the exquisite muscles of his thighs, the arcs of his strong calves. As you settle between his legs, the smell of his sweat and arousal fills your senses, heady as a drug. Gale tenses in anticipation as you look up, his length twitching against your cheek.
He swallows.
You plunge his cock into your mouth. His back bows as he bites back a whine, the bed quaking beneath you. He is hard, so hard, and the warm silk of his shaft glides against your tongue like butter. You ache with a throbbing, swelling fire at the slick sounds of him sliding in and out of you, stretching you wide as you take him deeper and deeper. You want nothing more than to gorge yourself on him.
“Gods above…Tav… Gods…”
You are wild with the sounds of Gale's pleasure as he writhes to the rhythm of your mouth. You move faster, firmer, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on his girth. Spit spills down your chin and neck, and you keen as his cock thrusts against the back of your throat. You can feel the bud of your desire thrumming against your folds, bursting for release.
“Gods, you're incredible…that feels incredible…Tav…. ”
Arousal trickles down your thigh as you hum in approval. He is surging, impossibly stiff against your flurrying tongue. Tears prickle at your eyes as you continue to pump, losing yourself to his pleasure.
“Tav.” He clutches for you, frantic.
The tightness of his grip stills you. You slow for an instant to look at him. His brow is twisted, his hair mussed and cheeks flushed. The orb pulses like a heartbeat. A sheen of sweat ripples on his abdomen, glittering on the damp down of his skin. His beauty is maddening. Dizzying.
He springs up, pinning you beneath him. Your eyes roll back at the force of his weight grinding down into you, the stark demand of him. His hair is a tousled curtain around your faces, his chest rubbing against your nipples as you pant.
“Did you not like it?” Your hips cant up, desperate for more of him.
“I loved it. Too much, in fact,” he rasps. “I didn't want this evening to come to a premature end.”
You can feel his cock, steely and determined as it nestles into you. Your flesh burns in every place he touches. His musk is a haze, blurring every boundary, making you one. You are struggling to think, to speak.
“How considerate,” you manage.
“I'm nothing if not thoughtful.”
He begins at your neck – that secret nook just below your ear. A discovery he had made on one of the first nights, when you had come undone beneath his hungry mouth, a mewling mass of nerves. He has remembered ever since.
He rolls his tongue across your skin, teasing it between his plush lips. You shiver as he licks a tantalising trail of kisses down your collarbone, between your breasts, around your navel. He hums as he peels off your panties, drenched with your arousal. Your legs quiver as he spreads you wide, firm fingers edging into the sensitive flesh of your thighs. You whine at the wet sound of your folds opening to him, the hot puffs of his words over your bulging clit.
“You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this.” His voice is low and hoarse. Ravenous.
“I have some idea.”
You can barely breathe. The smirk on his lips sends a shudder through you.
“You have no idea.”
You let out a needy cry as he drags his tongue through your folds. He tastes you slowly, painstakingly, savouring every inch and corner of you. With every messy swipe, every moan that spurts from him, your back arches, your thighs lifting higher as Gale pushes into you, devouring you like a man starved.
“Gods,” he murmurs, and you think you might explode at the flick of his tongue on your clit. “You taste like heaven.”
You have no words, only a whimper. You will not last. Every fibre of your being condenses into the throbbing ache under his tongue. As he begins to draw small, swift circles around your fire, sparks spasm up your spine, spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes. His groans vibrate against your swollen centre, his nails digging into your thighs. His beard chafes against your flesh with a friction that gathers like a flaming coil inside you. You clench at the sheets, your toes curling with mounting ecstasy.
“Gale…Gods… Gale, I’m going to–”
He hums again. Even in the midst of your unravelling, you can hear his appreciation, his pride at having uncovered another mystery, another key to your undoing. His eager, plump lips close around your desire, his tongue flat and snug against you. He sucks at your clit with a loud, slapping sound, and you throw your head back as your last nerve snaps.
Blinding pleasure jolts through you in waves, shattering your every sense and thought. Incoherent sounds tumble out of you, your hips jerking frenetically as Gale continues to feast. He does not stop, even as you keen and bend beneath him, even as your climax erupts from you in bursts of sweet release. You have never come so quickly or so hard.
Overwhelmed by sensation, frenzied from it, you twitch and flinch, thighs clamping around his head as he holds you down. You cannot take any more. As you lurch up onto your elbows, his eyes meet yours, fully dilated, drunk with bliss. You reach for him helplessly.
“Gale,” you plead. “Come here. Please.”
He lingers, lapping up your delight in long, sloppy stripes, greedy for every last drop of you. When he rises, you can see streaks of your slickness glistening on his beard and chin. You tremble as he licks his lips.
You lunge for him, wild with want. Your mouths meet again in their furious dance, your taste thick on his tongue. You are closer than you have ever been, your bodies flush against each other, the sweat on his skin mingling with your own. He presses your arms down above your head, his fingers entwining with yours as you groan into each other.
“I need you.” Your hips roll against his, his cock jostling against your folds. It is anguish, your yearning to be filled by him, to be eaten whole. “I need you inside me. Please.”
You do not need to ask twice. You can feel the pounding of Gale’s heart, the billow of lust in his dark eyes. There is no more reserve, no trace of deliberation. When your legs part to welcome him, he makes a sound you have never heard before, all gentleness lost in the urge to consume you. He notches himself at your entrance, coating himself with your slick. With one rough thrust, he sheathes himself inside you, and you almost scream from the delicious drag of his cock against your aching walls.
“Gods,” he pants. “Tav…Gods… you feel…Tav….”
Your calves clench around his waist as he plunges into you, an erratic, gasping rhythm of wet, slapping skin. You flutter around his girth as he drives into you again and again, splitting you open then filling you to bursting. He releases your hands to cup your cheek, crushing his forehead against yours, and you cannot catch the words that stream from his lips, only his raw and wanton need. Your fingers fist into his tangled waves as you pull him closer.
“Gale.” Your entire being quakes beneath him, for him. “I love you.”
His brow steeples as he clasps your face, eyes shimmering with awe and exertion. He kisses you like it is his last night alive, taking what is left of your breath away. The world around you swirls into a purple storm as he pumps faster and faster, hips snapping with dizzying force. Your head rolls back, your eyes shuttering in rapture as he thrusts into the deepest parts of you over and over again.
“Tav.” His thumb pushes into your moaning mouth. “Look at me.”
You obey. As your tongue twists around his questing finger, you look at him with all the love and longing within you, every inch of you that cannot get enough of him. His eyes are bright as summer earth, his lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. You can feel the tremors through his muscles, the convulsions of his gut, as he nears the peak of his climax.
“I love you,” he whispers.
The orb flashes like an eruption of stars, the bed flickering in a chaos of colours. For an instant, you are floating in a lavender sea, drifting in the abyss of the night. With a final, keening stroke, he spills himself inside you. You whimper against each other, writhing through the aftershocks, a convulsion of shared breath and flesh. And as you lie on the bed he has made for you, with his arms around you and his warmth inside you, you wonder how you will ever part from him again.
****
You are curled on his chest, tracing the peaks and valleys of his body, studying the fine dust of hair over his flushed skin. His touch roams, tender and earnest, mapping the topography of your being, every dip and dune of your drowsy, sated flesh. Cocooned in him, cloaked in a passion that goes far beyond need, you feel a peace you have never felt before. You know, in an inexplicable way, that he feels it too.
He huffs, that quiet laugh you have come to love so much. You draw back to look at him.
“What?”
He smiles, rubbing his nose against yours. “Nothing. Just thinking. Marvelling, really.”
His lips graze your forehead as he pulls you close again. You nestle into him with a contented hum.
“At what?”
He chuckles, drawing languid circles over your hip bone, the curves of your thigh, the dimples on your back.
“The miracle of serendipity that brought you into my life. What fortune, what divine calculus, what wondrous confluence of circumstances…”
You pause, drinking in the joy that radiates in every lilt of his speech, every dance of his features. The love that burns in every part of him, pure as sunlight, fierce as life.
“A perfect storm.”
Gale stares at you. The grin that bursts on his face thrums with pride, a glee that would be ridiculous were it not so endearing. You laugh through the sprinkling of kisses that he peppers all over your face, a whirlwind of affection that floods your heart.
“My love,” he sighs, as his lips find yours. “I couldn't have said it better.”
********
A/N: Not wanting to blue-ball everyone after 'A Generous Portion', I decided to write a conclusion to this saga - but what I didn't realise was that I was going to end up rewriting the whole of Gale's romance in Act 1 and Act 2...
This is what I imagine happened if instead of the Weave scene, Gale and Tav were locked in a room together.
I tried to stay true to the canon as much as I could, with the orb, call backs, Elminster's visit and such. Most of all I wanted to capture a romance with Gale that begins with an explosion of passion / physical attraction, and then deepens into love.
I hope you enjoyed it! I am forever grateful for your support, and as always, would love to hear your thoughts and comments <3
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meddle about - lee heeseung, park sunghoon



READ PART 2 HERE
PAIRINGS: ex! heeseung x reader x fwb! sunghoon
GENRE: smut, porn with plot, angst at the end
SYNOPSIS: In which your ex heeseung isn’t very happy that you’re sleeping with his best friend - and he’s not afraid to show both you and sunghoon who you belong to
WARNINGS: threesome, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (both f and m receiving) handjob, kinda mean dom heeseung, dom sunghoon sub reader, dirty talk, (idk what else i missed tbh)
WORD COUNT: 9k
A/N: likes, reblogs and any interactions are appreciated <3 as always, let me know if you liked it!
In retrospect it probably wasn’t the best idea to start fucking your ex boyfriend’s best friend but it wasn’t like you had planned for it to become a thing.
At first, it had started as a one off thing when you were drunk. It was a rebound of sorts and you weren't even sure if he wanted anything to do with you or not, but you needed some kind of release after everything that had happened.
So when the opportunity came up, you went for it. It had been so long since you had someone to just have sex with without a care in the world, without having to worry about consequences. Without any strings attached. You just needed a warm body for a night to forget about all the shit you were dealing with and Sunghoon just happened to be the one available at the time.
You had kissed, drunkenly pawing at each other until you both tumbled back into his bed, too drunk to even care if his roommate or his roommate's roommate heard or not. He didn't hesitate to grab your shirt and pull it off of you, dragging his hands across your skin. You moaned and groaned, rolling your hips into his touch. He was already hard beneath you and you felt a rush of excitement. You needed him, needed his body. You needed to be fucked and filled with something that didn't leave you feeling empty or sad or guilty.
You needed to forget about Heeseung for a night.
He wasted no time, ripping your shorts down your thighs along with your panties and tugging them off your feet. His fingers slid through your wet folds, his thumb stroking at your clit and you moaned, hips bucking into his touch. His lips were on your neck then, sucking and kissing as his fingers pushed inside you. You gasped and clutched at him, wanting more.
He kissed down your chest, nipping at your breasts with his teeth before he dipped his head between your thighs, his fingers still pumping in and out of you. You felt a rush of pleasure surge through you and you arched your hips into his touch, seeking more friction, needing more of him. He chuckled and licked over your clit, sucking it into his mouth and you moaned loudly, throwing your head back against the pillow as his fingers moved faster inside you.
It didn't take much. Not with the way he was working your body. His fingers were magic as they worked you, touching and rubbing all the right places. It wasn't long before you felt that familiar tingling sensation between your thighs. You moaned, grinding against his hand and he laughed, sucking your clit back between his lips.
You cried out as you came undone, the pleasure coursing through you as he sucked and licked through it. He groaned, his tongue pressing against your clit and you shivered. You looked down, watching him move between your thighs, his tongue flattened against your skin and you felt another rush of pleasure.
His fingers left you and you felt empty for a moment before he moved up your body, kissing you roughly. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned, rolling your hips into his hard length. He groaned, kissing you again.
"Fuck me," you gasped against his lips.
"Why?"
You shook your head, knowing that was the wrong thing to say. "Please, just... fuck me, Sunghoon."
"Tell me why," he whispered.
You moaned, rolling your hips against his length. "I need it. Need to be fucked. Need to feel something."
He chuckled, kissing you again. "What do you want me to do, baby? What do you need?"
"Just..." you whimpered.
"Say it," he demanded.
"Make me forget him," you gasped.
He kissed you then, pressing your legs back against your chest. "Grab your ankles," he ordered.
You moaned, hooking your hands around your ankles as he grabbed your thighs and pushed them back, opening you up even more. You felt exposed, laying there like that but he pressed against your folds with his length and you moaned, arching into him. He gripped your thighs tighter and pressed forward. You felt the stretch as his thick cock pressed inside you, filling you completely.
You gasped, throwing your head back into the pillow. He chuckled. "Is this what you wanted? Is this what you need?"
You moaned, nodding as he rolled his hips, pressing even deeper inside you. "Fuck yes," you gasped. "More, Sunghoon."
"I've been dying to fuck you," he groaned as he began to move. He pulled back, thrusting into you again. You gasped, moaning loudly as he filled you completely.
"You've always been so hot. I could never get over it."
You rolled your hips, meeting his thrusts as he fucked you harder. He leaned forward and pressed your legs against your chest, stretching you further. He pressed his hands against the back of your thighs, fucking into you harder and you whimpered.
You knew you were loud and you didn't care. Not when he felt this good. Not when it felt this good.
"Fuck," he groaned, his thrusts becoming faster. "I wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you. You're so fucking hot. So tight. God, baby."
You whimpered, reaching down to rub your clit as he continued to thrust into you. He watched you, his eyes wide as he watched you. You could feel your climax building and you knew it wouldn't be long. Your clit was already sensitive from his tongue and it didn't take much to have you over the edge again.
You cried out as you came, your legs falling down to wrap around Sunghoon as you clutched at the sheets. He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm before he was moaning, burying his face into your neck as he came inside you. You whimpered, holding him against you as he panted and rolled his hips, grinding against you until he had nothing left to give.
He groaned as he pulled away from you, rolling onto his side next to you on the bed. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath.
Sunghoon didn't seem to mind, resting his head against your shoulder. You could feel his cum dripping down your thigh but you didn't care. You didn't want to move from this spot. Not when this felt so right. Not when he made you feel good.
It was wrong, you knew it. You had no business fucking Sunghoon like that. But it didn't stop you from wanting more. It didn't stop the heat between your thighs from growing when you were around him. It didn't stop you from wanting to be fucked by him again.
It definitely didn't stop you from going back for seconds.
Or thirds.
It became a regular thing. Whenever you were drunk and felt the need to fuck someone, Sunghoon was always there for it. He had become your go-to man for sex and it wasn't long before you both became comfortable with each other. It was casual sex. A release of all your stress and built up tension.
You found yourself visiting him more often than not. You would wake up and go to his place to fuck and then come back to your place and sleep until you had to get up for work.
It was good. Easy. It helped you get over Heeseung and not think about him as much.
At least, that's what you told yourself.
It had been a few weeks since you started fucking Sunghoon when you saw Heeseung at the bar. You weren't with him, just out with some friends, but there he was, standing at the bar next to the guy you had been sleeping with for a while now. You had spotted him immediately and you wanted to disappear. He didn't seem to notice you until Sunghoon pointed you out and you felt yourself begin to panic. You excused yourself from your friends and hurried away, grabbing your purse from the counter before fleeing the bar.
You hurried down the street and out of the building before running to the first alley you could find and leaning against the wall, taking deep breaths.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
You didn't want to run into Heeseung. Not there. Not anywhere.
Not ever.
You leaned your head back against the building, closing your eyes as you tried to calm down. You had been fine these past few weeks. It had been going so well. But now, seeing him, it was all rushing back. The pain and the hurt. You could feel it all threatening to surface and you didn't know what to do with it.
You heard someone approaching and you opened your eyes, staring down at your hands. You knew who it was before he spoke. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he approached.
You didn't turn to face him, knowing that if you did, you might just fall apart.
"Are you okay?"
You shook your head, sighing. "No."
He paused, like he was trying to figure out what to say before he took a seat next to you on the ground. "Why not?"
You looked at him then, huffing. "Why do you care? We don't even talk anymore, remember?"
"You were running," he replied, his voice soft. "I got worried."
You looked away, leaning your head against the wall again. "I'm not hurt," you lied.
He didn't say anything, waiting for you to say something else. You didn't know what to say to him. You wanted to yell at him. To tell him he didn't have the right to ask questions about you, but you didn't want to yell. You didn't want to make a scene. It was embarrassing enough seeing him there, standing at the bar with the man you were fucking.
"You know," he began quietly. "I can tell you're lying."
You sighed, running a hand over your face. "Fuck you."
"I'm not going to pry," he said. "But if you want to talk about it, I'm here."
You stared down at your hands and then shook your head. "No. I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to see you. You don't get to be nice to me anymore."
"I'm not being nice," he replied. "I'm just trying to look out for you."
"Well, don't," you snapped, looking up at him. "I don't want your pity or your concern. I don't want you to try and help me. I don't even know why you came over here. It's been months since we broke up and I can't believe you thought it was a good idea to try and talk to me. We're done, Heeseung. It's over between us and we don't have anything to say to each other ever again."
“Is this because of Sunghoon?”
You felt your heart lurch. You were sure you were going to throw up. Your chest was tight and you were hot all over.
Heeseung. Sunghoon. Sunghoon. Heeseung.
The words kept repeating in your head and you couldn't think clearly. All you knew was that you were pissed. You were angry at the fact he had the nerve to come over here and ask you what was wrong because he could tell you were upset.
"How do you even know that?" you asked, your voice shaking. "Did Sunghoon tell you?"
His face hardened and felt your stomach drop. "I wasn’t sure but now I am. What, did you fuck him? Was he better than me?”
"Fuck you!" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up.
"Fuck me?" he echoed, standing up. "How many times have you fucked him since we broke up, huh? How many times have you let him fuck you?"
"You're being an asshole!"
"You're the asshole!" he snapped. "You're the one who's been fucking your ex boyfriend's best friend. I bet it's his cock you're always so desperate for. Maybe that's why you're always upset. He doesn't give you what you need."
"You don't get to talk to me like that!"
He grabbed your arm and yanked you to your feet, his hand cupping the back of your head as he crashed his lips to yours. You whimpered against his lips, letting him kiss you.
It was a mistake. It was all a huge mistake. You were still angry. You were still upset. You wanted him to stop and leave you alone but you were too weak to fight him.
His kiss was hard, bruising. He nipped at your lips, his hands roaming your body and you moaned into his mouth. You wanted this. You wanted him. You didn't know why he was kissing you or what he was doing here but you couldn't help it. You couldn't stop yourself from wanting him.
He kissed you like he needed you. He kissed you like you were the only person in the world and it made you feel things that you didn't want to. He kissed you like he would die if he ever had to stop kissing you.
You grabbed at his shirt, pulling him closer and moaning against his lips. He kissed you until you were breathless and then he was kissing your neck, nipping and biting at your skin as you panted for breath. He spun you around, slamming you against the wall and pressing against you as he kissed you again. You moaned as he kissed your neck and his hands moved down your body to cup your ass, pulling you against him. You felt him, hard and ready between your thighs.
"Heeseung," you whimpered, kissing him again.
He growled, his teeth digging into your neck. You cried out, wanting more.
"Heeseung, we can't..."
"I can't stop," he whispered. "I can't, I'm sorry."
You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up, hitching your legs around his waist.
“Heeseung- Woah, sorry!”
You gasped as he stumbled forward, his hands reaching out to grab the wall to stop him from falling.
You looked up and saw Sunghoon and you froze. He was staring at the two of you, his face white and his mouth hanging open.
You didn't know what to say to him. You couldn't look at him, but you could feel Heeseung trembling against you.
Sunghoon laughed awkwardly and then looked down the street. "I... uh, I didn't mean to interrupt. Sorry."
You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. You could hear Heeseung breathing. You could hear the blood pumping through your veins as you stood there, frozen, with Heeseung still pressed against you.
You didn't know what to do. And then Heeseung made the decision for you.
You gasped when you felt his lips attack your neck once more, his teeth biting at your skin and his fingers digging into your thighs as he held you against him. He growled low in his throat and it made you shudder.
He was showing you off. You didn't know why he was doing it but you knew he was. He was showing you off to his friend, letting him know he was the one who had you in his arms and you were all his.
He was claiming you.
"Did you know that if you bite her right here," Heeseung said, biting down on your neck. You moaned, arching your hips into him. "She makes this amazing sound?"
You gasped, biting down on your lip to stop from moaning any louder. You felt Heeseung grin against your skin.
You didn't know what you were doing, why you were allowing him to do this. But you knew you liked it. You liked it too much. You didn't want him to stop. You could feel Sunghoon’s eyes on you and the thought of him watching made the wetness in your panties grow.
"And when you kiss her right here," Heeseung continued, trailing kisses across your throat. You shivered, watching Sunghoon swallow.
You could see the way he was watching you, the way he was biting his lip and you knew he was jealous. You knew he wanted you and you wanted him as well.
"Fuck," Heeseung hissed, kissing you again. He growled into your mouth and you moaned, kissing him back. "Let me take you home.”
"I-I don't..."
"I want to fuck you," he growled. "Let me fuck you."
"What about Sunghoon?" you whimpered.
He glanced over his shoulder and then kissed you again, hard, like he was trying to claim you.
"He can fuck you too," he said against your lips.
You gasped, pulling back and staring up at him.
"We can take you together," he said. "I can make you cum all night. We both can. You want that? Both of us fucking you at the same time?"
Sunghoon was still watching you, his hands clenched at his sides and his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath he took.
You were nervous. You didn't know what Heeseung was trying to do or what he wanted. But you wanted him. You wanted both of them.
"Yes," you whispered, kissing him.
He kissed you back, his hands roaming your body, cupping your ass and grinding against you as you moaned.
"Yes?" he asked. "Yes?"
You nodded. "Yes."
He pressed you against the wall and kissed you again before he was lowering you to the ground. You could feel your legs wobble beneath you and you clutched onto his arms to stop from falling.
"Come on," he said, his voice low. "Let's take you home."
He shot a look at Sunghoon, who was still watching the two of you before leading you out of the alley. “I think our pretty girl needs to decide who can fuck her better, don't you think?" he said, wrapping an arm around you. You knew he was taunting his friend and it made you smile.
You glanced over your shoulder at Sunghoon and he smirked.
"Let's find out, shall we?”
The ride back to your apartment was quiet. Heeseung was driving and you were in the backseat with Sunghoon. He kept looking at you through the rear view mirror, his eyes dark and filled with lust as he watched you.
It made you shiver, squirming in the seat as you tried to find a way to be more comfortable. It was hot in the car and you could feel your body becoming damp.
Sunghoon reached over and cupped your thigh, his fingers brushing against the inside of your thigh. You whimpered, grabbing at his hand to stop him from going any further.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
You looked over at Heeseung and saw that he was watching you, his eyes dark as he licked his lips.
"Do you want him to stop?" he asked, glancing at Sunghoon.
You swallowed, your cheeks burning. "No."
"No, what?" Heeseung asked. "Tell him what to do."
"Don't stop," you whispered. "I want you to keep going."
Sunghoon grinned and slipped his hand further up your skirt. You whimpered, lifting your hips to give him more room. His fingers brushed against your panties and you moaned.
Heeseung laughed and looked back at Sunghoon. "She's so wet. She wants you so much."
Sunghoon licked his lips, slipping his fingers beneath your panties and finding you already wet. You moaned when you felt him slip a finger inside you.
"Fuck," Sunghoon groaned, slipping a second finger inside you. "She's so tight."
Heeseung glanced back at you and you stared down at his hand on the steering wheel. You could see the bulge in his pants and you were desperate to touch him.
"You're going to make me crash if you keep looking at me like that," Heeseung said. "You need to keep your eyes on the road."
"You're the one who can't keep your eyes on the road," Sunghoon said, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.
You moaned, resting your head against the seat as you arched your hips into Sunghoon's hand. You felt Heeseung's eyes on you again and you looked over at him, whimpering as Sunghoon curled his fingers inside you.
"You need to cum, pretty girl?" Heeseung asked. "You need to cum all over his fingers?"
You nodded, biting down on your lip as Sunghoon slipped another finger inside you. You whimpered, bucking your hips up as you fucked Sunghoon's fingers.
"She's so wet," Sunghoon groaned. "She's going to make such a mess."
You closed your eyes, arching your hips into his hand. You could feel your orgasm building. You were so close, but you couldn't reach it. It was like Sunghoon was holding it back, teasing you with his fingers.
You groaned, grinding down on his fingers. "Please," you whispered. "Please, I need to cum. Please."
"Not yet, baby," Heeseung said, looking back at you. "You're doing so good. You're almost there. You just have to wait a little longer."
You moaned, squeezing around Sunghoon's fingers as you rocked into his hand. Heeseung watched you with dark eyes as Sunghoon slid his fingers out of you, sucking them into his mouth. He licked them clean, humming in approval as he tasted you.
"You taste so good, baby," he said, reaching up to cup your cheek. You turned into his touch, whimpering at the way his thumb brushed over your skin. "We're almost there."
You looked up at the road in front of you, watching as he turned into your apartment's parking lot. You stared up at your window, watching as it became closer and closer with each passing second.
Your heart was racing. Your stomach was fluttering. You felt dizzy and excited all at once.
"What's wrong?" Sunghoon asked, reaching over to place his hand on your thigh again.
You swallowed, shaking your head. "Nothing."
Heeseung chuckled, glancing at Sunghoon as he pulled the car into a spot and turned the engine off. You bit your lip, watching the two boys get out of the car and walk around to your side. Sunghoon opened your door and smiled down at you. You returned it with a nervous grin before getting out of the car. You followed them up to your apartment and as soon as you got inside, Heeseung grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you away from Sunghoon as he kissed you.
You whimpered against his lips, gasping when you heard the front door close. You knew it was Sunghoon but you didn't dare turn around.
"Been so long since I’ve tasted you," Heeseung whispered, kissing you again. "Missed your taste. Missed your pretty mouth."
"Heeseung," you whimpered.
He kissed you again and then you were being spun around, his hands on your hips as he pushed you towards the couch. He sat down and you stared down at him, watching as he grinned up at you.
"I want to watch you take your clothes off."
Your cheeks burned but you obeyed, grabbing the bottom of your dress and pulling it up over your head, tossing it to the floor. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, pulling it off and tossing it in the same direction as your dress.
You bit your lip, your hands dropping to your side. Heeseung grinned, licking his lips as his eyes roamed your body. You blushed at the way he was staring at you, his eyes dark with desire as he took you in.
"Can’t believe you let Sunghoon see you like this," Heeseung said. "But I'm so fucking glad he saw you."
"Why?" you asked.
He laughed. "Because now I get to show him who you really belong to.”
"I don't belong to anyone," you snapped, glaring down at him.
He just smiled. "We'll see about that."
Sunghoon's arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You whimpered, leaning back into his touch. He pressed his lips against your skin, kissing up your neck to your cheek. You closed your eyes, resting your head against his as his hands moved up to cup your breasts, squeezing and massaging them.
You let out a soft sigh, feeling Heeseung's eyes on you as Sunghoon's lips brushed against your cheek. You could feel him hard against your ass, the bulge in his pants pressed against your bare ass. He groaned against your cheek, nipping at your skin and you let out a whimper.
You felt Sunghoon smile and he rolled your nipples between his fingers, squeezing and pinching until you cried out. You heard Heeseung's belt unbuckle, followed by the sound of his zipper and you knew what he wanted.
"Is this what you want, baby?" Sunghoon asked, kissing down your neck. You moaned, closing your eyes as you felt him flick your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. "You want me to fuck you while Heeseung watches?"
"Yes," you groaned.
"You want him to see you? You want to be a slut for me in front of him?"
"Yes!" you cried out, turning around in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
Sunghoon moaned, kissing you back and nipping at your lip. You could feel his hands roaming your body and you shuddered as his fingers dug into your thighs. You gasped into his mouth, kissing him harder as you tugged at his shirt. He pulled back from the kiss, pulling the shirt off over his head before he kissed you again, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip.
You whimpered, moaning against his lips as he squeezed your ass. You ground down against him, feeling his hardness against your thigh and you reached between you, reaching down to pull him out. You heard him hiss against your lips, biting your tongue as you stroked him.
"You're going to make her cum all over you before you even get inside her," Heeseung said.
You gasped, looking over at him. He was standing beside the couch now, unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the ground. You bit your lip, staring down at his body. He was perfect. You wanted to touch him, to feel every inch of his skin beneath your fingers.
You pulled away from Sunghoon, reaching down to slip his pants and boxers down, letting them pool around his ankles. You stared down at him, licking your lips as you saw the way he throbbed against his stomach.
"Fuck," you whimpered, wrapping your fingers around his length. You started to pump him in your hand and Sunghoon groaned, biting down on his lip. You watched the way he trembled beneath you, his body shaking as you squeezed his cock. You smiled up at him, watching his face twist in pleasure as you jerked him off.
"You're such a fucking tease," he said, cupping your face. He pulled you up, kissing you. "I could make you cum on my tongue so many times, baby. I know just how to touch you, how to make you scream. But I'm not going to do that until I'm inside you."
"I want you to," you whispered, squeezing around him. "I want you to."
"Fuck," he growled, leaning back. "I love how you sound when you're needy."
You grinned and then looked over at Heeseung. He had finished undressing and he was now stroking himself as he watched the two of you. You licked your lips, wanting to taste him.
"Can I-"
"No," Heeseung snapped, stepping away.
You whimpered. You could feel how wet you were, how much you needed Sunghoon inside you.
"You're not going to touch me. You’re going to show me just how much of a slut you’ve been with Sunghoon all this time. I’ll decide how badly you need to be punished after.”
You whimpered but nodded, watching as Heeseung sat down on the couch again, stroking his cock as he watched you.
"You heard him," Sunghoon said, grabbing you. He pushed you onto your knees and then pulled you closer to him, grabbing your ass. "Show us just how much you love to be fucked."
You moaned, glancing up at him and then looking over at Heeseung. You glanced up at him before pressing a kiss to his thigh. He hissed, his cock twitching against your cheek.
You bit back a smile, looking up at him as you licked him. Sunghoon, his hips bucking up and you moved back, sliding your tongue against his length. You pressed a kiss to the tip of him and he gasped.
You licked up and down the length of his cock, listening to his breath hitch. You looked up at him, watching as he watched you with dark eyes. You opened your mouth, taking him inside. He let out a hiss, his body trembling as you licked him.
"Holy shit," Heeseung groaned, stroking himself faster.
You moaned, taking Sunghoon into your mouth again. It turned you on to know that Heeseung was watching. You wanted to put on a show for him.
You moaned around Sunghoon, taking him deeper into your throat. He moaned, reaching down to cup the back of your neck. He squeezed and you groaned, taking him even deeper.
"Fuck," he gasped. "Take it all, baby. I know you can do it."
You moaned again, letting him fuck your throat. You squeezed around him, loving the way his cock felt against your tongue. He groaned, squeezing harder at your neck as he fucked your mouth.
"You're doing such a good job, pretty girl," Sunghoon said, moving behind you. "You look so fucking good with your lips around my cock. Fuck, baby. You're making me feel so good."
He moaned, gripping your hair with his free hand. You gagged around him again and he thrust up, letting out a hiss as he fucked your throat.
You could hear Heeseung moaning and you knew he was touching himself, jerking off as he watched you suck Sunghoon. You were soaking wet, your pussy throbbing as Sunghoon thrust up into your mouth.
"I'm so close," Sunghoon growled. "You're going to make me cum all over your pretty face."
You moaned again, closing your eyes as you took Sunghoon deeper into your throat. He let out a cry, bucking up as he came. You gagged around him, but you took him deeper, letting him spill down your throat. He tasted good, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he spilled.
He groaned, pulling out of your mouth and letting go of your hair. You took a moment to catch your breath, licking your lips before looking up at Sunghoon.
He looked down at you, smiling as he leaned down to kiss you. You moaned, letting him taste himself on your tongue.
He pulled back from the kiss, grinning down at you. You glanced over at Heeseung and he was stroking himself faster. You smiled up at Sunghoon, watching as he moved behind you, pulling you up and kissing you again. You moaned against his lips, gripping at his arms as he lifted you up.
"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, baby," Sunghoon whispered in your ear.
He carried you over to the couch, sitting you down next to Heeseung before kneeling in front of you. You bit your lip, staring down at him as he licked up the inside of your thigh.
"You taste so fucking good," he whispered, kissing his way closer and closer to your pussy. "You want me to taste you?"
"Yes," you moaned.
He laughed, blowing a puff of air against your pussy and you whimpered.
"Why don't you show me what a good slut you are?" Heeseung said, moving closer to you. "Show us how badly you want to be fucked."
You looked over at him and then back down at Sunghoon, nodding as you spread your legs. You heard him laugh and then his tongue was against you. You let out a whimper, trying to hold back a moan as he licked you. He swiped his tongue up and down, taking his time to explore you. He teased you, swirling his tongue around your clit and then licking your inner thigh again.
You were breathing heavily, watching as he licked you. You could feel Heeseung's eyes on you, could hear the sound of him touching himself again. You looked at him and you wanted to touch him. You wanted to touch him so bad that your hands itched to reach for him. You looked back down at Sunghoon, whimpering as he sucked your clit into his mouth.
"So fucking good," he said, pulling back. "I could eat you out for hours and never get tired of you."
You moaned, moving your hand up to your breast, squeezing your nipple between your fingers as Sunghoon flicked his tongue against you. You bit your lip, watching as he lapped at you and you heard Heeseung groan. You looked over at him again, licking your lips as you watched him.
"Do you like how it looks when he eats you out?" Heeseung asked. "You like how he tastes you? You like how it feels when he fucks you with his tongue?"
"I love it," you whimpered, closing your eyes. "I love it so much. I want more. I want more."
"I bet you do," Heeseung laughed. "Look at me, baby."
You opened your eyes and looked up at him. He was smiling down at you, his hand on his cock. You watched him as he jerked himself off, watching as he teased you.
"What do you want more of?" Heeseung asked. "What do you want Sunghoon to do to you?"
You let out a moan, pressing down against Sunghoon's tongue. "I want him to fuck me," you said.
"Oh? You want his cock inside you? You want to be fucked?"
"Yes, please. Please fuck me. Please."
"Look at her, Sunghoon. Look at how badly she needs you."
Sunghoon groaned, looking up at you. His face was covered in your juices. His mouth was swollen from sucking you. You shuddered, wanting to feel his tongue inside you again. You needed him.
"You're going to get everything you want, baby," Sunghoon said, reaching up to stroke your cheek. "Everything you want."
You leaned into his touch, looking down at him as he knelt in front of you. He reached down between your legs, rubbing his fingers against your pussy. You moaned, watching as he rubbed you before pressing one finger inside. He licked his lips, groaning as he fucked you with one finger.
"You feel so good," Sunghoon said, his fingers pumping inside you. "You're so wet. You're so fucking hot, baby."
You bit your lip, staring down at him as he touched you. He slid another finger inside and you moaned.
"You look so good with his fingers inside you," Heeseung said. "I bet you look just as good with his cock inside you."
"I want it," you moaned, closing your eyes.
"Look at me," Heeseung said again. "Look at me, baby."
You opened your eyes and looked over at him. He was watching you closely, his eyes dark with desire. You were panting, gasping as Sunghoon pushed a third finger inside. You moaned, feeling fuller than ever before.
"Does it feel good?" Heeseung asked, reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.
You whimpered, nodding. "Yes," you said. "So good."
Heeseung grinned, pressing a kiss to your lips as Sunghoon slid his fingers out. You let out a whimper and Heeseung chuckled, biting your lip.
"I knew you were a little slut," he said. "You were made for this, weren't you?"
"Yes," you said, whimpering as he kissed you again. You reached up to cup his face, kissing him back. He slid his tongue into your mouth, biting down on your lip as he kissed you. You moaned into his mouth, kissing him back as he moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.
You leaned into his touch, whimpering as you felt Sunghoon press against you. You could feel the tip of his cock against you and you pushed back, letting out a cry as he slid inside you.
"Oh my god," you moaned.
"Fuck," Sunghoon groaned.
Heeseung chuckled, moving closer to you. You opened your eyes, looking up at him as he cupped your face in his hands. You smiled up at him as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You sighed as he kissed you, melting into his touch as Sunghoon thrust inside you. You whimpered, clinging to Heeseung as you were filled over and over again.
You cried out, pushing back against Sunghoon. He grabbed your hips, pulling you back as he thrust into you. You moaned, digging your nails into Heeseung's skin as Sunghoon moved inside you. He was so big, stretching you out until you felt like you would snap.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, squeezing your hips. "You're such a good girl for taking my cock."
"I'm a good girl for you," you whimpered, closing your eyes as Sunghoon continued to pound into you. "I'm such a good girl for you."
"You like being a slut for me, baby? You like being a slut for both of us?"
"Yes," you moaned. "Yes. Yes."
Sunghoon groaned, pulling you closer to him. You let go of Heeseung, wrapping your arms around Sunghoon as he fucked you. You pressed a kiss to his neck, sighing against his skin as he fucked you. You could hear the sound of Heeseung jerking himself off and it made your body ache with desire. You needed him. You needed him inside you.
You could feel your orgasm building inside you. Sunghoon was fucking you so deep that you knew you would cum all over him.
You let out a cry as Sunghoon thrust into you. You knew you would be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. He groaned, holding you close as he fucked you. You clung to him, crying out as he made you feel so good.
"Look at her," Heeseung said, stroking his cock. "She looks like she's about to come apart."
You looked up at him and he was staring down at you. His gaze was dark, his eyes sparkling and it was enough to make you come undone. You let out a cry, feeling yourself snap inside. You let go of Sunghoon, reaching down to rub your clit as Sunghoon kept fucking you. You cried out as you came, clenching around Sunghoon as you pulsed around his cock. He groaned, thrusting up inside you as he came. You felt him spill, filling you up.
You were trembling, still rubbing your clit as you rode your orgasm. Sunghoon kissed your neck, thrusting up inside you slowly. You whimpered, leaning against him as you tried to catch your breath.
"Oh my god," you gasped.
Sunghoon chuckled, kissing your shoulder. "You look so fucking good when you cum."
You let out a whimper, your body still trembling from your orgasm. Sunghoon slowly slid out of you and you whined. You could feel his cum drip out of you, running down your thighs. You sighed, looking up at Heeseung.
He was stroking himself slowly, staring at you with a lustful gaze. You bit your lip, looking him over as he touched himself. You could see the way his cock was glistening and it made your body ache to be touched.
"Please," you whimpered, staring up at him. "Please."
Heeseung groaned, moving closer to you. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips as he grabbed your thigh.
"Do you need my cock, baby?" He asked, kissing you again. You kissed him back, nodding.
He laughed, pulling away from the kiss and moving to kneel in front of you. “God, you’re insatiable. You want me inside you? You want me to make you feel good like Sunghoon did? I bet you loved how it felt when he fucked you, huh? I bet you would have loved it even more if it had been me. I would have fucked you even better than him. I would have made you feel so fucking good, baby. I would have made you feel like a fucking whore."
"Yes," you moaned, reaching up to touch him. You were still so sensitive from your orgasm and the thought of Heeseung touching you was making you ache again. You needed him so badly. "Please, please."
"Please what?" Heeseung asked, grabbing your wrists and pulling your arms above your head. You cried out, staring up at him as he pressed his other hand to the couch. He was caging you in, holding you down as you panted underneath him. You felt like you were floating, your body tingling as he touched you. You needed him so badly that your head was swimming.
"I need you," you moaned, staring up at him as he kissed you. "Please. Please, please."
"Please what? You want me to fuck you? You want me to make you feel good?"
"Yes. Yes, yes."
"Tell me," he groaned, sliding his hand down your stomach and brushing his fingers against you. "Tell me how much you need me."
"I need you so badly," you whimpered. "Please, please. I'll do anything. I'll be your good girl. I'll be a good slut for you. Please."
"Fuck," Heeseung groaned. "I don't even know what to do with you."
He was still touching you softly and you needed more. You were panting, your body aching for him. You knew you would break if he didn't touch you soon. You needed him more than you needed your next breath. You needed him inside you, needed to feel him pressing you against the couch as he fucked you. You needed to feel his dick inside you as he made you cum.
You could feel Sunghoon next to you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as Heeseung kissed you. You were trembling, moaning as you felt Sunghoon's lips on your neck. You moaned, letting Sunghoon's lips trail down your skin as Heeseung continued to graze your thighs with his fingers.
“Look at how dick drunk she is already,” Sunghoon laughed, biting your earlobe and making you cry out.
You could hear Heeseung chuckle and he leaned back, taking in the sight of you. You bit your lip, feeling his gaze on you as you lay on the couch. Sunghoon was still kissing your neck and you felt like you were about to lose your mind.
"Oh, baby," Heeseung said, touching your cheek. "You look so fucking beautiful."
You whimpered, looking up at him as he stared down at you. His eyes were so dark with lust that you felt your entire body go hot. Heeseung grinned, leaning down to kiss you.
"Are you ready?" he asked, sliding a finger inside you and making you gasp.
"Yes," you moaned, closing your eyes. "Please."
"That's a good girl," Heeseung said. "Such a good girl for us."
You bit your lip, letting out a cry as Heeseung slid his finger out. You could feel his tip against you and you shuddered. You were ready to cry at the anticipation, feeling yourself tremble with desire as Heeseung slowly slid into you.
You moaned, closing your eyes as Heeseung filled you. You let out a cry, feeling him push deeper inside you.
“So filthy. Do you like me fucking Sunghoon’s cum back into you? Does it feel good being my slut?" Heeseung said, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You opened your eyes, staring up at him as he pressed his fingers into your wrists, holding you down as he started to move.
He was slow, grinding into you as you whimpered beneath him. He slid out almost all the way and then pushed inside again, moving in and out of you slowly as you cried out. You felt so full, so overstimulated that it was driving you insane. You needed more, needed him to go faster and you knew you would never get enough of him.
"So fucking good," Heeseung growled. "You look so fucking good with my dick inside you, baby. Missed this so much.”
He groaned as he fucked you, picking up his pace. You let out a moan, pressing up against him.
"I missed this too," you whispered, whimpering as you looked up at him.
Heeseung smiled, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. He was still holding you down, still holding you still as he slid into you over and over again. You were trembling, your body aching as he moved inside you. You needed more, needed him to fuck you faster. You needed him to go harder.
"Please," you moaned. "I need more."
"More? What do you want more of?" Heeseung asked, slowing down his pace.
"I want you to go harder. I want you to go faster."
"Oh? You want me to go faster?" He laughed, rolling his hips and making you gasp. "Is that what you want, baby?"
You nodded, whimpering. "Yes. Please."
"Ask me nicely," he growled, his thrusts slowing even further.
"Please," you cried. "Please. Please, please, please."
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
"You. It belongs to you."
"That's right," Heeseung moaned, his voice dropping an octave. "I'm the only one who can touch you like this."
"Only you," you whimpered.
Heeseung grinned, grabbing your wrists and pulling you up as he fucked you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him as he held you. You let out a cry as he went faster, his movements becoming more urgent. You could feel yourself building inside you again, your orgasm was close.
You were so close that your head was spinning, your body aching with need. You knew that you were being so loud, that you were moaning so much but you couldn't help it. Heeseung was fucking you so well that you could barely think.
"Oh my god," you cried.
Heeseung let out a grunt, sliding his hands down your sides to grab your hips. You cried out as he continued to move, thrusting into you so hard you knew there would be bruises. You moaned, letting out another cry as he went even faster. You were about to fall apart, feeling him go so deep that it was almost too much.
You could hear Sunghoon next to you, his fingers digging into your skin as he clung to you. You opened your eyes, staring up at Heeseung as he fucked you. He was staring down at you with a lustful gaze, his eyes so dark that it was making your head spin. You whimpered, squeezing around him as he fucked you. You felt yourself clench, knowing you were going to come soon.
Heeseung groaned, leaning down to press his lips against yours. You whimpered, kissing him back as he continued to fuck you. You could feel him pulse, his cock twitching inside you. You were so close, so fucking close.
You moaned as you came. You dug your nails into Heeseung's shoulders, clinging to him as you pulsed around him. You cried out, feeling yourself shake as you came. Heeseung kept moving, sliding into you over and over again until you could feel tears spring to your eyes. You were so sensitive, so fucking sensitive that you thought you might break.
Heeseung pulled out of you, flipping you over onto your stomach. You felt his hand between your legs, his fingers rubbing your clit. You let out a whimper, your entire body still trembling as he touched you.
"Fuck," Heeseung growled, pressing his lips against your back.
"I can't-" you whimpered. "I can't-"
Heeseung kissed your neck, his tongue tracing the same spot that Sunghoon had as he continued to rub your clit. You felt his cock slide back inside you and you moaned, letting out a cry as he began to move. Tears were running down your cheeks, your body still trembling as he moved inside you.
Heeseung slid his hand up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it back so you were pressed against him. You cried out as he fucked you, whimpering as he pressed his lips against your neck.
"I'm gonna cum in you again," he whispered. "I'm gonna make you mine all over again."
You could hear the desperation in his voice, his movements becoming more urgent. Everything felt like a dream, your eyes becoming more and more blurry by the minute as he fucked you. You could barely breathe, gasping for air as he moved inside you.
Heeseung's thrusts became erratic, his movements becoming less controlled as he slid into you over and over again. He groaned, slamming into you and making you cry out. You were still sensitive, still so fucking sensitive that every thrust made your body ache.
You felt him thrust once more, felt his cock pulsing inside you. You let out a moan, feeling him spill. You let out a cry as he did, your orgasm coming all over again. Your body felt like it was on fire, the pleasure so intense that you felt yourself shaking.
"Fuck," Heeseung moaned, his fingers digging into your hips. "Fuck."
"Heeseung-" you whimpered. "Heeseung."
"I got you, baby," he said, sliding his arms around you and pulling you up against him. He was still inside you, his cock twitching as he kept cumming. You clung to him, feeling yourself falling apart as he moved.
You were trembling, still crying as he held you. His arms were around you, his hand in your hair as he pressed soothing kisses to your neck and shoulder. You were breathing hard, gasping for air as he stilled inside of you. You felt him slowly pull out of you, feeling his cum drip out of you.
You couldn't even speak, too shocked by the amount of pleasure you had just felt. Heeseung pressed a kiss to your neck and then slid his arms out from behind you. You rolled onto your back, looking up at him with a dazed gaze.
Heeseung chuckled, running a hand through his hair. He looked just as stunned as you were, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open slightly. He leaned down to kiss you softly, running his hand up your stomach. You whimpered, staring up at him as he touched you. You were still so sensitive and every touch made you ache.
Heeseung sat back, looking over at Sunghoon. You were too exhausted to look, but you could hear him get up. You closed your eyes, letting your body go limp as you tried to catch your breath.
"Shit," Heeseung said, moving again. "I think we broke her."
You could hear the amusement in his voice and you wanted to smile, but you couldn't. Everything was spinning and you weren't sure if you were even going to be able to get out of bed the next day.
You felt Heeseung lift your legs, sliding them onto his lap. You could feel his gaze on you, but you were too tired to open your eyes.
"Come on," Heeseung said, his voice soft and gentle. "Let's go to bed."
"I'll take her," Sunghoon said. "You stay here."
Heeseung nodded, helping you sit up. You were still shaking, your entire body still tingling as you sat up. You felt Sunghoon touch you, running a hand down your back. You shivered, letting out a whimper.
"You okay?" Sunghoon asked.
"Mhm," you whimpered. "I can't feel my legs."
"That good?"
You nodded, biting your lip as you stared down at your thighs. You could see the bruises that Heeseung had left, knowing that he had fucked you so hard you would have bruises for days. You whimpered, closing your eyes as you felt Sunghoon run a hand over the bruise on your hips.
"You're gonna be a mess tomorrow," he chuckled.
You let out a laugh, letting Sunghoon carry you off the couch. You whimpered as you were held against him, feeling like your entire body was still trembling. You felt Sunghoon start to walk, felt him step on the stairs and felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut, burying your face against his neck.
"I've got you," Sunghoon murmured.
You wanted to say something back, but you didn't trust your voice to be able to say anything without sounding like you were about to break. You were already so close to that, you didn't trust yourself to speak.
You felt Sunghoon step into the bedroom and you curled against him, holding him as he lay you down on the bed. You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him as he smiled.
"So much for helping you forget him," he whispered.
You let out a small laugh, closing your eyes. Sunghoon's hand was on your cheek, his fingers brushing against your skin as he stared down at you.
"He's still in your heart, isn't he?" he asked.
You nodded, feeling more tears spring to your eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Sunghoon whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead. "Don't apologize."
He got up, moving to the bathroom and leaving the door open. You closed your eyes again, listening to the sounds of water running. You were still so overwhelmed by what had happened, still not sure if it had been a dream.
Sunghoon stepped out, holding a wet washcloth in his hands. You opened your eyes, looking up at him as he smiled down at you.
"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
You nodded, watching as he sat down next to you. He started to clean you, his touch so gentle that it made you cry.
"Sorry," you whimpered.
"Stop apologizing," Sunghoon whispered, staring down at you. "Don't."
You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes as he ran the washcloth over your skin. He cleaned you, moving slowly as you lay there.
Heeseung walked in, staring down at you. "She okay?"
"She's fine," Sunghoon said.
"You should sleep with her tonight," Heeseung said. "We can't leave her alone."
"You’re not staying?” There was an edge to Sunghoon’s voice that you couldn’t identify.
Heeseung was silent for a minute before he replied. "I have things to do."
"Things to do?" Sunghoon laughed. "That's your excuse? Things to do?"
“It’s okay Hoon, I'll be fine," you whispered.
"He can't even stay," Sunghoon said. "You just fucked her senseless and now you can't stay."
"It's fine-"
"Stop saying that it's fine," Sunghoon snapped. "What's wrong with you?"
"I told you," Heeseung snapped. "I have things to do."
"Fine," Sunghoon spat. "You should have said that from the start."
Heeseung was silent for a long time. You could hear him breathing, hear the tension in the room as Sunghoon glared up at him.
"I'm gonna stay with her," Sunghoon said.
"Hoon-" Heeseung started, but Sunghoon cut him off.
"Just shut up and go."
Heeseung was quiet for a minute before he walked away. Sunghoon sighed, rubbing your stomach.
"I'm sorry about that," he said. "He's being an idiot."
"It's okay," you forced out. "It's fine."
Sunghoon stared down at you, running his fingers along your collarbones. He was silent for a long time and you were beginning to feel anxious again.
"Sleep," he said, kissing your forehead. "I'll be right here."
You nodded, feeling yourself begin to doze off as Sunghoon lay next to you. He kept his hand on your stomach, his fingers rubbing back and forth as he stared down at you.
You were so far gone that you weren���t sure if you were dreaming when you heard his voice.
"I would never treat you like that."
#enhypen smut#heeseung smut#sunghoon smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader
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#huellitas magicas#huellitas magicas 2#magical paws#magical paws 2#huellitas mágicas koshiro#koshiro#edit#lmaooo#visuki#visuki otomes#MY BOY AAA
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Jing Yuan the... Lion
✧ jing yuan x gn!reader
✧ based on the ask: how would the characters react when jing yuan somehow magically transforms into a lion (like mimi) for a day? x reader is ok!! - requested by @/ephemeralyae
✧ contents: humor, established relationship, fluff, mentions of other characters
✧ a/n: i've noticed a certain pattern with my writing sideblogs, and that is the fact that i'll always get this sort of request HAHA. And in line with similar patterns, this will be the first post written in a headcanon format! i went the x reader route with just a hint on how characters would react (not that big of a reaction, moreso what they have to do in this situation) so i hope it was okay!
not beta-read again lmfao.
✧ He is as confused as everyone else with this situation. One moment he's sitting idly by his office, writing on his desk and the next moment he's left staring dumbfoundedly at a gigantic paw quite similar to the paws he squishes quite frequently back at home.
✧ Is the quick rundown you're given when you arrive at the Seat of Divine Foresight along with Fu Xuan and Yukong - having been frequently spammed with incoherent messages from Qingzu in the span of a few minutes.
✧ And although this very much is a serious situation - nevermind the mystery that the Divine Foresight is always absent from his usual seat, if he actually stays in this lion form for more than a day everything onboard the luofu will be behind schedule and he will for real be absent from the Seat of Divine Foresight because he's going to be taken in by the alchemy comission to figure out how to turn him back.
✧ And yet, as everyone is scrambling around trying to figure out a solution to turn him back and a reason to why he specifically was turned only - you're just left staring straight back at the lion with soft white hair and golden eyes who seem all to relaxed when staring back at you.
✧ Heck the tail is even comfortably swaying back and forth - even though he's well aware of the chaos he's caused.
✧ "... You know everyone in this room is in a disarray because of you, right?" a small roar that oddly sounded like his usual laugh, "... Yukong have to be able to discreetly send a message to the other flagships without even alerting anyone else in the Palace of Astrum, you are aware of that, correct?" you swear you saw the lion nodding his head.
✧ "... Master diviner Fu Xuan is going to have a lot more on her plate with this added problem, you agree to that right?" you ask once more, the lion only gave you a closed eyed smile.
✧ "Yanqing will be disappointed when you're not going to spar with him today, you've already avoided it for the past 2 weeks and you promised him today," the lion merely turns his head around, promptly ignoring you with a side glance of mischief.
✧ How can he be a scoundrel even when turned into a lion.
✧ "... Mimi would probably attack you the moment she spots you," you settle on saying. And somehow that information alone was enough for the once relaxed state of the lion to be in distress. Jing Yuan's once laid down form springing back into all fours - the sudden action making Qingzu who were still sorting out documents yelp.
✧ "... You know you could've tried saying you would leave him to see if he would react," Fu Xuan comments as the lion before the two of you makes his way over, "I think he would die on the spot if I said that, now how do we get him to-" you're unable to finish your answer back to the master diviner when you're suddenly pounced on by Jing Yuan.
✧ And as anyone would've expected, the much heavier weight makes you topple down to the floor with a loud bang.
✧ "... Did he already gain some feline traits?"
✧ You're unable to answer the question, desperately slamming your fist down on the lions mane before you're able to wriggle your head away from the amount of fur in your face, "Jing Yuan-" you wheeze, "I'm barely able to carry you while you're human, what made you think I can carry you when you weigh close to 200 kilograms?!"
✧ The lion seemed to not care, merely nuzzling his nose against your hair while making no move to actually get off of you.
✧ "... You know what, let's just call the healers down here and leave him here for the day. I have other business to attend to and Yanqing is already blowing up my phone asking where this idiot is," you say, tapping the lion on top of you on the nose before letting your hands tousle the mane, blinking in surprise at how oddly soft it was.
✧ "... On second thought I'll stay here until the healers come," you rephrase, continuing to run your hands through the mane, Jing Yuan seeming to purr in content at the excessive rubbing.
✧ So this is why Mimi is so content whenever you would excessively rub her everywhere.
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cg ! viktor headcanons (arcane/lol)
— im being overtaken by brainrot help me !!!! i might do silco next js bc he's so dad 2 me :) but umm lemme know if u want more :3 !
-> cw: brief /neg disability talk
ARCANE ♡
☆ cg ! viktor that brings you along everywhere, it would be annoying if you weren't so well-behaved while he does his work. having your own spot next to his workbench, maybe even a couch that you end up dragging him to so you can take naps together
☆ cg ! viktor who ends up with his cane being sticker-bombed the moment he falls asleep, waking up to you curled up next to him and his cane covered in little stickers and painted fingerprints from your impromptu arts n' crafts
☆ cg ! viktor who is frustrated with being unable to carry you like a baby, having to settle for you being on his lap. majority of your weight on his better leg, heating pad on his bad one in case if it becomes too much
☆ cg ! viktor who can only fall asleep easily when you're small, feeling like he's successfully taking care of you. sprawled out on the labs couch with your head tucked under his chin, jayce having to throw a blanket on you guys before leaving
☆ cg ! viktor who ends up having to stitch stuffies back up, making play surgeries for you to watch so you can see that they're still ok. finding perfect threads to match them, or finding ones to stand out against the fur to make cute patterns in the stitching
LEAGUE OF LEGENDS ♡
☆ cg ! viktor who deems you as perfection already, not minding any of your big or little emotions and accepting that as something he can't change. modeling certain creations after you, making some to help regulate bigger emotions he doesn't understand
☆ cg ! viktor who ends up buying way too many parenting books, his logical scientist brain wanting to know every single way he can help you and better himself. perfecting the way he talks to you, once so rigid now gentle and soothing
☆ cg ! viktor who carries you around easily, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack o' potatoes while the hexclaw steadies you. pretending to not hear you when you squeal and bang on his back to let you down, only releasing you when you say the magic words
☆ cg ! viktor who can only be pulled out of his lab by you, staying in it almost day and night until you paw at his shoulders until he caves. letting you drag him around with no real fight, making sure to not go limp with his augmented body to not weigh you down
☆ cg ! viktor who lets you carve little doodles into his robotic arms, making sure you don't hurt yourself with any sharp objects as you do so. encouraging you to doodle all you want, reassuring that he can't truly feel it anymore as you carve a little "[name] was here ^•×•^" on his bicep
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Puppy Eyes
animagus!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader; fluff
summary: your boyfriend suckered you into becoming an animagus with him, and knowing him it was probably to cause mischief. but surrounded by the night breeze and the stars in his eyes, you know you’d follow him on any adventure.
a/n: 2 published in 2 days? maybe i am magic. i’m kinda obsessed with the idea of animagi and i cannot for the life of me find one where mattheo is one too. so i wrote one. i’m definitely down to write a part 2 or one for theo, just let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in ♡

You were ready to get this damn leaf out of your mouth. A mandrake leaf specifically, which you were planning to use in your pursuit of becoming an animagus. It had been sitting in your mouth for almost an entire month and it wasn’t getting any better. You looked up at your boyfriend, who was in the same predicament, with a scowl.
It had been his idea to start the process of becoming animagi and with those big brown eyes, who were you to say no? So here you were at breakfast trying not to swallow it and heaven forbid having to start over.
“I can’t believe you guys are really going through with it,” Pansy looks between the two of you.
“Riddle just wants to commit crimes and get away with it,” Draco smirks, “impressive he roped y/n into it with him though.”
Mattheo rolls his eyes before focusing his attention back on you. The smile he gives you makes your irritability fade away.
Before you knew it the month was up and all there was left to do was wait for a lightening storm. Which just so happened to be tonight. Mattheo had kept the phials of potion in the shrieking shack after you had finished putting them together. That’s where you were heading now.
He was sitting cross legged on the floor when you made it inside. His eyes lit up once he saw you, a small smile finding its way onto his lips. “I was a little worried you were going to back out.”
“I thought about it,” you tease and you settle down next to him. “You sure about this?”
“Completely.” He gives a squeeze to your hand before placing the crystal phial in your grasp, the liquid inside now a blood red.
You get out your wand and say the incantation one last time and pause to watch Mattheo take the potion like he was taking a shot of fire whiskey.
With a deep inhale, you follow Mattheo’s lead and tip the potion into your mouth.
The sensation is… odd. Like your bones were all shifting at once. There’s a searing pain everywhere and that double heartbeat you had experienced while performing the incantation over the past week. Moments pass before you open your eyes.
Your perspective of the room has changed drastically, everything towering above you. Right in front of you stands a striking dark wolf, at least double your height. And those chocolate brown eyes are unmistakable.
You aren’t surprised that Mattheo turned out to be a canine. You also aren’t surprised how ethereal he looks. If anything, you were surprised he wasn’t a golden retriever, with his eager to please personality (at least for you) and puppy dog eyes.
You notice his tail wagging wildly behind him which leads you to look behind you and see a fluffy, mocha-colored tail doing similar. While you were mesmerized by your new appendage, Mattheo padded his way over to you and dropped into a laying position to not intimidate you.
Pulling your attention to your boyfriend you see he still has the scar on the bridge of his nose, only now it rests in the middle of his snout. Instinctively, you push your head into his fluffy neck, letting out a sigh when he rests his chin on you. He still smells the same as he normally does, cigarettes and his cologne filling your lungs.
You find yourself migrating between his paws, curling into the soft fur of his chest.
You lay together for a while, the storm still raging on outside the shack. As it sounds like it’s letting up, Mattheo rises on all fours and nods for you to follow him.
The grass is damp beneath your paws and the night sky is now clear above you. It takes a few moments to get used to moving on four legs instead of two, but Mattheo looks to be a natural. Your heart warms watching him run through the grass, apparently having the time of his life.
Finally feeling confident on your legs, you take off in his direction. Seeing you sprinting towards him has his tail moving a million kilos an hour. With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, he turns and leads you toward the forest. In any other circumstance you’d be a little nervous running off into the forbidden forest, but something about your new form takes the anxiety off your chest.
The forest at night was something otherworldly. Moonlight filtered through the trees, illuminating Mattheo’s fur. You pushed your legs faster to catch up to his longer stride. Finally getting side by side, you take a look at him and the look on his face simultaneously fills your heart with glee and sorrow.
He looks free. More free than you had seen him in your half a decade of knowing him. You desperately want to see him like this all the time.
You don’t immediately realize you’ve stopped running, lost in the happiness radiating off him. Blinking a couple times, you look around at your surroundings. You’re standing at the edge of a small lake, the moonlight sitting peacefully on the surface. To your left is, to your surprise, a unicorn resting in what appears to be its den of sorts.
Wonder in your eyes, you look up to find Mattheo already looking down at you. As you gaze into those brown eyes you adore, you can see the entire universe looking back at you.
The next morning finds you in Mattheo’s bed, his limbs tangled in yours. He’s still sleeping and you can’t help but think how gentle he looks like this. You press a kiss to his nose. As his grip tightens around you, you hear him mumble in his sleep laced voice, “I love you, my little fox.”
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Maybe a request where reader had a potion class accident with grim and idia as partners for it, and turned into a cat for a temporary amount of time due to a mishap?
I just think it sounds like idia would 100% milk this for all its worth cuz an event has occurred involving cats...
and i think grim being around with reader and idia would infact add to the cat meter, sounds amusing to me at least
Stay safe have a good day your writin is great :]
Mishaps and Kitty Cats - Idia x reader
love this request, combined 2 of my favorite things- cats and idia
Potionology wasn’t exactly a class you thrived in, but how hard could it be? You just mix some ingredients together, follow the instructions (mostly), and hope Grim doesn’t knock something over. Easy enough, right?
That was your first mistake.
The second? Teaming up with Idia and Grim.
Idia, hunched over his tablet, was busy calculating potion probabilities or something nerdy, while Grim was... being Grim. Pawing at random ingredients, making snide comments, and generally being more of a hindrance than any helpful mascot should ever be.
“I’m telling ya, we don’t need all these fancy-schmancy ingredients!” Grim huffed, flicking his tail dismissively. “Just throw in some catnip and call it a day!”
Idia, not even bothering to look up, mumbled, “Uh, no. That’ll throw off the potion’s balance and potentially, like, destroy the entire lab. But, yeah, sure, go ahead. I’ll just be over here doing the actual calculations.”
"Catnip," you muttered, shooting Grim a sideways glance. "Right. Because that's the missing key to magical success."
Grim puffed out his chest, as if the sheer confidence would make up for his utter lack of sense. "You mock, but I know what's what."
You sighed. Maybe pairing with the guy obsessed with cats and the guy obsessed with numbers wasn’t the best move. “Idia, are you sure you’ve got this under control?”
“I’ve got this down to a 96.8% success rate,” Idia said, tapping away on his tablet with the fervor of someone far too invested in digital alchemy. “The probability of anything going wrong is, like, practically nonexistent.”
You peered into the cauldron. It was bubbling ominously, more like it was contemplating murder than mixing into a helpful potion. “And the other 3.2%?”
“Well... worst-case scenario, you might end up as a squirrel. Temporarily. Maybe.”
Before you could even process what he just said, Grim—bless his chaotic little heart—decided to tip over a vial of glowing green liquid into the cauldron. “Oops.”
There was a brief, deadly silence. Then a whoosh of bright smoke exploded from the cauldron, enveloping you, Grim, and Idia in a thick, magical fog.
Coughing, you blinked through the haze. Everything seemed bigger, or maybe you were smaller. And then you noticed Grim staring at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open.
“What?” you asked—or, at least, you tried to ask. What came out instead was a small, pitiful meow.
Grim blinked. Twice. “Nya?!”
Idia finally looked up from his tablet, and when he saw you, a grin spread across his face so wide it looked like he had just won the rarest item drop of his life. "Oh. My. Gods."
You stared at him, then down at your—oh no. Oh no no no. You had fur. You had paws. Your tail lashed back and forth as panic began to settle in. "I’m a cat?!"
"This. Is. Amazing!" Idia was practically vibrating with excitement, not at all concerned about your current feline predicament. "This is like, peak event status. You turned into a cat! This is exactly like that one episode of 'Magical Meow-taku no Monogatari' where the protagonist gets cursed and—"
Grim cut in, his tone somewhere between horror and indignation. “Nyaaa, wait a minute! I’m supposed to be the only talking cat here! This is outrageous!” His fur bristled as he looked between you and Idia, clearly not enjoying this turn of events.
You tried to hiss at Grim, but all that came out was a squeaky mewl. Great. Even your protests were adorable.
Idia, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying himself. “Oh man, this is like, prime meme content. We need to document this! Hold on, I’m sending a message to the dorm chat.”
You swatted at his leg with a paw, trying to stop him, but your efforts were in vain. He was already furiously typing into his tablet.
“‘So, uh, our partner just turned into a cat lol. 10/10, would pet again.’ There, sent,” Idia said, looking way too pleased with himself. He looked down at you, his expression downright giddy. “You don’t even understand how happy this makes me. A real-life cat transformation! This is like, a rare gacha pull, but better. Because it’s you. As a cat.”
Grim groaned dramatically, throwing his paws up. “Unbelievable! I can’t believe this is happening! Now there’s two of you! This was supposed to be my thing!” He shot a glare your way. “You better fix this fast, or I’ll never live it down.”
You tried to roll your eyes—well, as much as a cat could roll their eyes—and sat down, tail flicking impatiently. You’d really like to be human again, thanks.
But Idia wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
“You know,” he said, voice taking on a thoughtful tone, “I could, theoretically, keep you like this for a while. I mean, think of the content. We could have a whole cat-themed channel. Imagine it: ‘Cat Adventures with the Prefect and Grim!’ You could be a streaming sensation!”
Your wide-eyed, horrified stare was lost on him as he started muttering to himself about potential subscriber counts and fan art. Grim, meanwhile, was rapidly spiraling into a jealousy-fueled rage.
“No way! This can’t happen! I’m the mascot! Me! Not you!” Grim wailed, tugging at his own fur as if his dignity depended on it.
In the background, Idia was already searching for the best cat toys to order online.
This was going to be a long day.
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accidentally have 8 pets || ateez || chapter 1

| genre: fluff. slice of life. small tinge of angst. kind of supernatural(?) | mentions: doctors. vets. needles. adoption. TAGLIST: CLOSED
back to masterlist || chapter 2
to my loves that may appeared confused as to why you were tagged to this story, you may check the masterlist and you have requested to be tagged for this new mini-series of mine . i also apologize for the delayed for this mini-series, my loves.

“Psst~ psst~ come here, boy! Woo~ baby!” I called out softly, crouching under the dining table and shaking Wooyoung’s food bowl. My voice echoed faintly in the quiet apartment. Despite my coaxing, my elusive black cat remained hidden in one of his ever-changing favorite spots.
"Where are you hiding this time, huh?" I sighed, standing and placing my hands on my hips, scanning the room as if I could magically spot him by sheer determination. I wandered over to the casement window, slid it up, and peeked out at the emergency stairs. The chilly morning air kissed my cheeks, but there was still no sign of him.
As I turned back inside, heavy, uneven footsteps shuffled into the living room. Douyin, my younger brother, appeared. Draped over his shoulder like a luxurious scarf was none other than Wooyoung, lounging with the air of a king.
“He’s been meowing in my room,” Douyin muttered, as he trudged toward the couch.
Wooyoung let out a sharp hiss as Douyin plopped onto the cushions, clearly offended. With a nimbleness that belied his size, Wooyoung leaped from his perch and darted under the coffee table, his golden eyes flashing with indignation.
"He's probably trying to tell you to stop sleeping in," I teased, crouching to meet Wooyoung’s gaze. "Aren’t you, Woo?"
The sleek black cat responded with a soft meow, his tail curling around his paws. His expressive eyes seemed to say, Exactly.
Wooyoung was no ordinary cat. From the moment I adopted him—he had been my shadow, my confidant, and, at times, my greatest source of exasperation. His intelligence had been apparent from the start; he was quick to learn routines, responsive to commands, and eerily attuned to my emotions.
As I knelt, extending a hand, Wooyoung trotted over and rubbed his head against my palm, purring softly. His fur felt like satin under my fingertips, a comforting texture I’d grown to cherish, “Good morning, Woo,” I murmured, scratching behind his ears.
Douyin yawned dramatically, grabbing a slice of toast from the counter. “You spoil him too much, you know. He’s a cat.”
I smirked, watching Wooyoung as he started on his breakfast. “Tell that to him. He probably thinks he’s the one in charge here.” Douyin chuckled, grabbing his lunch bag as I handed it to him. “Thanks, Noona. And don’t worry—I’ll make sure to eat everything this time.”
“You’d better,” I replied, ruffling his hair affectionately. “And don’t forget to call if you need anything.”
Once Douyin was out the door, the apartment grew quieter, save for the occasional clinking of Wooyoung’s collar bell as he moved about.
After a quick change into my work clothes, Wooyoung followed me into the small kitchen, leaping gracefully onto the counter. His presence had become a cornerstone of my daily routine. As I prepared the café for the morning rush, he observed me with a regal air, his tail swishing lazily.
“Ready to earn your keep, Mr. Wooyoung?” I asked, slipping a small chef’s hat onto his head. The cat gave a soft meow of approval, as if understanding my words.
At the Café
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filled the air as the morning sun peeked through the café windows. Wooyoung had taken his usual spot on the counter, lounging like the unofficial mascot he had become. Customers loved him—well, most of them. Some grumbled about hygiene, but Wooyoung’s charm usually won them over.
The familiar chime of the doorbell drew my attention. Taeyun, the neighborhood vet, strolled in, his easygoing smile lighting up the room.
“Morning,” he greeted, sliding onto a stool by the counter. “And good morning to you too, Wooyoung.” Wooyoung stretched languidly before flicking his tail in acknowledgment.
“You’re early,” I noted, setting a steaming cup of coffee in front of him.
“Busy day ahead,” he replied, scratching behind Wooyoung’s ears. “Five surgeries on the schedule. Thought I’d grab some caffeine before the madness starts.”
I chuckled, packing a croissant into a bag for him. “Don’t work too hard. Wooyoung will miss you.”
Taeyun grinned, leaning closer to the cat. “Is your mom ever going to ask me out?”
I rolled my eyes, tossing a napkin at him. “You wish.” He chuckles softly before grabbing his morning coffee. As he left, paying his usual extra “for Wooyoung,” I couldn’t help but smile. Life, while simple, was full of these little moments that made everything worthwhile.
Back in the kitchen, I found Wooyoung perched on his favorite stool, watching me with an intensity that bordered on human. His ability to understand and respond to me had always been uncanny.
“What do you think, Woo?” I asked, scratching his chin. “Is Taeyun serious, or is he just teasing?” The cat tilted his head, then gave a definitive shake—a clear no. I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re too smart for your own good, you know that?”
Wooyoung’s tail swished, and for a moment, I swore there was something ancient in his gaze, as if he held secrets I couldn’t begin to fathom. But he was my Wooyoung, my partner-in-crime, and the heart of my little world.
And as I watched him settle in for another lazy nap for the day at the café, I couldn’t imagine life without him. The smell of freshly baked pastries filled the air as I worked in the café's kitchen, the warmth of the oven contrasting with the cool evening breeze drifting in through the slightly ajar window. The day had been long but fulfilling, filled with the warm hum of the coffee machines, the chime of the shop door, and the quiet conversations of customers enjoying their treats.
Wooyoung sat perched on his usual stool by the counter, watching me intently as I shaped dough into neat circles, occasionally tossing a playful comment his way.
"Wooyoung, you think these cinnamon rolls are going to sell out tomorrow? Or should I stick with croissants?" I teased, glancing at him.
He blinked lazily, his golden eyes half-lidded, and let out a soft chirp, as if to say, They always do.
I laughed, wiping my flour-dusted hands on my apron. "You're biased. You just like the smell of butter."
As the hours stretched into the quiet of the night, I locked the register, stacked the chairs, and wiped the counters clean. Wooyoung followed me around like a shadow, his small bell jingling softly. The stars had begun to sprinkle the dark sky by the time I turned the sign on the door to CLOSED and started locking up.
As I locked up the café, stretching out the stiffness in my arms when a sudden hiss broke the silence, "Woo?" I turned just in time to see my black-furred companion arching his back, ears flattened, and tail flicking aggressively. His sharp eyes were fixed on something under the bench just outside the shop.
He let out another aggressive meow. Wooyoung arched his back some more, his tail puffing out as he let out another loud, guttural hiss. His golden eyes were fixed on something outside the café, glowing with a mix of alarm and territorial warning.
Following his gaze, I spotted the source of his distress—a cat, one with stunning yet matted fur, its feet dirtied from wandering the streets. Though its fur was long and thick, the thinness of its body was undeniable, a clear indication of malnourishment. A pang of sympathy welled in my chest.
"Woo... baby, stop! You're scaring him!" I scolded gently, scooping Wooyoung up and tucking him into my tote bag. He stubbornly poked his head out, still hissing at the frightened stray, who shrank further under the bench.
Kneeling down, I reached into my bag— beside Wooyoung— for the small pouch of cat treats I always carried. "Hey there, baby..." I cooed, holding out a stick of food. "Come on, it's okay."
At first, the cat hesitated, eyes darting between me and the treat. But the scent must have been too enticing to resist, because after a moment of doubt, it stepped forward, licking the tip cautiously. Its eyes widened in surprise at the taste before it began devouring the treat eagerly. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"You must be starving, huh?" I murmured, watching the cat eat. But as my eyes took in its frail frame and unkempt fur, concern settled in my heart. This wasn't just a stray—this was a lost soul, once loved, now abandoned. A beautiful cat that should have been curled up on a cushioned seat, not out here braving the cold pavement.
The memory of Taehyun surfaced in my mind, and my resolve hardened. "I'll take you to Dr. Taehyun. He'll know what to do."
Taehyun's clinic was quiet at this hour— I mean every shop and other stores close before 9 in the evening yet this clinic stays open for twenty-four— the soft hum of machines filling the space as he observes the cat. Wooyoung sat on the examination table beside me, his tail flicking impatiently as he watched Taehyun check the stray.
"He's dehydrated and underweight, but no visible injuries," Taehyun mused, adjusting his gloves. "However, to be safe, I'd like to keep him here for a week—run some tests, check for infections or underlying conditions."
A week.
I frowned slightly, glancing at the cat curled up in a small enclosure, his eyes wary yet drowsy from exhaustion. A part of me wanted to take him home immediately, to give him the warmth and comfort he clearly lacked. But if this was for his well-being, I had to be patient.
"Alright," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I’ll come back for him." Taehyun stood up, removing his coat and stethoscope off his shoulder, “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“Thank you …” As we reach the door, Taehyun leans on the door frame, taking a quick look on my face before sighing, “He’s gonna be okay and I don’t need to know that you want to adopt this guy but you gotta have to talk with Wooyoung here.” His hand reaches for Wooyoung who is currently leaning on my side from the inside of my tote bag.
I hum, “Of course I want to adopt him. I would adopt any pet that approaches me, they deserve all of it.”
Taehyun shakes his head with a smile on his lips, “You’ll end up having an entire zoo in your apartment—Douyin would not like that idea.”
“He’ll love them eventually.” I chuckle, looking at the cat who is now fast asleep. I sigh deeply.
As I stepped into my apartment that night, the thought of the stray lingered in my mind. I moved through my usual routine—placing Wooyoung’s dinner on the mat, filling his water bowl. Yet even as he meowed for my attention, I found myself staring at the empty spot on the floor, imagining another bowl sitting beside his.
"Should we adopt him, Woo?" I mused aloud, watching my black cat devour his food. Wooyoung paused mid-bite, then promptly knocked his water bowl over, sending liquid splashing onto the floor.
I gasped, glaring at him. "Don’t give me an attitude, sir! I adopted you when you were in that situation too, remember?"
The night was crisp, and the city lights painted soft glows on the pavement as I walked home from my coffee shop. It had been a long day but a fulfilling one, the kind that left you tired yet content. My little coffee shop, a dream I had nurtured since graduation, was finally thriving. Each cup served felt like an achievement, and every satisfied customer was a reminder of how far I had come.
Lost in these thoughts, a soft meow broke my reverie.
I stopped and glanced around. At first, I saw nothing. Then, there it was—a small black cat emerging from the shadows of a nearby alley. Its fur was sleek and dark as ink, its eyes wide and glowing like golden moons in the dim streetlight.
"Hey there, bud," I murmured, crouching slightly.
The cat blinked at me, tilting its head as if sizing me up. The old tales about black cats being harbingers of bad luck flitted across my mind, but they felt absurd at this moment. How could something so small and fragile-looking be a symbol of misfortune?
“Just bad PR, huh?” I chuckled softly as the cat took a hesitant step toward me.
Carefully, I reached into my bag and found the leftover croissant I had planned to enjoy later. I tore a small piece and held it out. The cat sniffed the air, then padded closer, its movements cautious but curious.
“There you go,” I said gently as it nibbled the morsel from my palm. Its fur brushed against my fingers, softer than I expected. As they ate, I noticed a slight limp in its back leg.
“Oh no, are you hurt?” I asked, my voice softer now. The cat meowed, a sound that was more of a sigh than a cry, and my heart melted. I couldn’t leave it here, limping and alone in the cold night. Hesistating on what to do but came up with a impulsive act, setting down my bag, I gently scooped the cat into my arms. To my surprise, the cat didn’t resist. Instead, the cat nestled closer, their small body trembling slightly against mine.
“Looks like you’re coming with me,” I murmured, feeling its warmth seep through my coat.
When we reached my apartment, I set up a makeshift bed with an old towel in the corner of the living room. The cat’s golden eyes followed me as I moved around, its tail curling protectively around its body. I found some antiseptic and cotton balls, then knelt down beside the cat.
“This might sting a little,” I warned softly.
The cat flinched at first but quickly settled, as if it understood I was trying to help. I worked carefully, cleaning the small scrape on its paw. It let out a low, purring hum that resonated in the quiet room.
“You’re a brave one,” I said, smiling.
After cleaning its paw, I sat back and admired the tiny creature curled up on the towel. Its purring softened, and it watched me with those luminous eyes.
“You know,” I began, leaning back against the couch, “people always say you bring bad luck. But maybe you’re here to change that story. What should I call you? Midnight? Shadow? No, how about Lucky?”
The cat hissed, startling me.
“Okay, okay... Too common?” I laughed nervously. The cat let out a soft meow, almost like a smug response.
I glanced around the room, searching for inspiration, until my eyes landed on the shelf that held my treasured album collection. Among the albums was a plushie from a group I had been stanning on since 2018.
My fingers snapped, a grin spreading across my lips. “Wooyoung!”
Something shifted in the cat’s demeanor. Their ears twitched, and glanced at me, eyes wide with curiosity. Then, as if understanding, they let out a long, approving meow and padded over to rub their head against my legs.
“Glad you like it,” I said, chuckling.
That night, Wooyoung curled up beside me on the couch, his small body tucked against my side. The steady rhythm of his purring filled the room, lulling me into a quiet peace. I gently stroked his sleek fur, marveling at how quickly this tiny creature had filled a space in my heart.
Life had a funny way of surprising me. Sometimes, the things you thought would bring bad luck turned out to be blessings in disguise. Wooyoung stayed. And from that moment on, my coffee shop wasn’t the only place I came home to with a smile.
Wooyoung merely flicked his tail, blinking slowly at me. It was his language— to show his appreciation in many things and to apologize. A soft chuckle escaped me as I reached over to scratch behind his ears. "And this could be a chance for you to have someone like your own circle, Woo."
It wasn’t just about helping a stray anymore— maybe that too but Wooyoung had always been vocal when I returned home late, his loud meows filling the space with his demand for attention. The idea that he spent his days alone, waiting for me to return, made my heart ache. Perhaps... having another companion would ease that loneliness.
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What do the dorm leaders + a few more students do when you leave them without saying goodbye / you go missing? (Series: Part 2)
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Genre: Fluff/ Angst
Pairing: Leona x Gn Reader
A/n: Ooh It took me a while to create an update of this, I’m still in my second semester hell but I got a bit of time! So, I decided to write something for our dearest Lion, also I wanted to note that I’ll be doing this based on the book chapters, for example, Riddle First, Leona Second, Azul Third, and so on… I hope you like this part! I loved writing every part of it.
Credits: The design was made by me in Canva and the art that was used is all from the Official Twisted Wonderland Cards.
Warning: Cussing, OOC Crowley (lmao), smitten Leona, slight blood mention Masterlist Part one (Riddle x Gn Reader)
──────⊱⁜⊰────── Sypnosis: You went off already, actually, they didn’t even know where you were right now, Grimm was worried about you, where have you gone? You just vanished into the mirror that you were talking to every midnight, he knew that he should have listened to his gut feeling when he realized that you were warning him about your sudden disappearance. The moment he went dashing out of Ramshackle, paws cold from the snow that he stepped on and it was really bad that when he needed Hornton he wasn’t there. Savanaclaw:
Leona: He was annoyed when Grim started screaming outside of his dorm in the middle of the night causing all beastmen to wake up due to his ruckus, but his annoyance vanished when he realized what the furball was saying. You were gone, while he looked indifferent outside, telling Grim to calm the fuck down because he can easily hear him without him screaming in his ears, he was a bit worried. (Just a bit)
“Oi, can you tone down your screaming?” he grabbed Grim by the collar as the kitty sobbed, “Calm down, we’ll help” He sighed, causing Ruggie to stare at him surprised, “What do you mean we?” Leona scoffed before he threw Grim at him.
“This furball will just keep on screaming if we leave him” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. Ruggie huffed “Well, it’s surprising for you to immediately agree to help though” he whispered to himself, Leona could clearly hear him, but he ignored what the other said. It was rare for you to leave Grim all alone, you two were practically attached to the hip, so you vanishing out of nowhere was odd, did you finally get back to your homeland? You didn’t talk about it, but he can see how you look at others when they’re with their families and he knows that look. It was a look he had when he was younger, when Farena was the golden child, and he was the black sheep.
He wanted that kind of familial love from his parents before, but they never gave it to him. You probably missed your family in your original world, he understands the feeling, but he can’t help but feel a bitter ache in his heart. Did he and the others not make you feel at home here? Sure, they overblotted and probably could have killed an herbivore like you, but he’s a changed man, surely you didn’t leave because you got sick of him or the others, right?
Of course, he went to interrogate Grim, asking him various questions, and after a few hours of barking orders to his fellow beastmen, he went to Crowley personally to ask, he was running out of options, and he was starting to feel that his theory that you went home was right. The last time Grim saw you was you got sucked in the mirror that was inside your bedroom. He tried to check on that mirror too, he didn’t feel any type of magic in it, it was just an ordinary mirror. You’d know he’s already at the edge of his seat trying to find you when he asked Crowley out of all people for help, denying the feeling in his gut that you were truly wiped out of this world.
“You’re saying that the prefect vanished?” Crowley put his hand on his chin, he was a bit annoyed about how calm Crowley was, and he crossed his arms glaring at the guy. “Did you send them home?” He questioned, getting straight to the point, which made Crowley shake his head “No, I didn’t, I have yet to find the portal back to their homeland, but this is certainly worrisome, I’ll try to help you find them, and can you summon the other head wardens for a meeting?” Crowley walked past him, Leona’s eyes following him. “I’ll be getting the teachers involved, this is a missing student case after all” He murmured, now that’s the sight he likes to see, somehow his opinion of Crowley increased. He guessed Mc became important to him as well.
However, despite the ton of effort to find you, none of them got any leads, the ache he was feeling from before got worse, he found himself awake than asleep most of the time, his head was aching, it was affecting his health too. When the housewarden meeting along with the teachers happened, of course, the majority of them volunteered to have their housemates search for you outside and inside, Crowley couldn’t get any officers involved since you weren’t officially in Twisted Wonderland, you were a walking unregistered herbivore; it was dangerous, it could get the school closed so he had to ask his staffs and students to help around, which no one complained. Everyone cared for you, you helped them one way or another; helped them grow as a person and as a mage, it made him fascinated that you get to change almost everyone in this school in just a few months of your presence, and you’re magicless even.
The improvement of the school happened because of you, and you just vanished out of thin air just like that, like some God who graced everyone with their presence only to leave once everything was sorted out. What about him?
Leona couldn’t help but feel numb, eyebags evident on his face, it was so unlike him to be overworking trying to find you, you were just a herbivore to him, someone who had the audacity to annoy him before just to gain his help. Ruggie was worried about him too, the guy tried to ease him into that he would try to use his “connections” to gain more manpower to search the whole twisted wonderland, it made him laugh, he was a second prince, he had more connections that can help with the search than Ruggie, plus he knew that you weren’t here anymore. He couldn’t accept it at first, it was just slapped on his face multiple times.
Your scent continued to fade as the days continued, he didn’t have any motivation to do anything else but try to find you, find you, and find you for the first few weeks health be damned, but when you manifested in his mind, festering him to do something else, to try to finish third year, then maybe during internship he can find leads to you. He decided that if he plans to continue to persevere, then he will. After all, he was known for his tenacity before.
Ruggie was surprised when one day, Leona started to become focus on his studies, Leona was sometimes going to class, just enough to the point he could be promoted to 4th year, where he could do internships. He thought that Leona might have forgotten about you, which kind of annoyed him, was Leona only good at doing stuff in the first place and abandoning it once he realized it was futile? Of course not! Ruggie slapped his cheeks and shook his head, Leona could never, he’s mischaracterizing his Housewarden.
While the search died down, plenty of students gave up because they kept reaching dead end after dead end in their search. Grim was often with Ace and Deuce, he noticed that the furball lost a lot of weight and he often seemed out of it. Most of the students who knew Grim understood the devastation of losing someone whom he treated as family. They try to get Grim to eat more, but he always ends up either overeating or not eating at all, the only housewardens who get him to eat normally are Vil and Riddle who have strict diets for him. Riddle is more lenient due to knowing Grim longer than Vil.
The housewardens get split custody of the Cat, and the main custody being with Riddle, Ace, and Deuce. Leona barely gets any time with Grim, and when he does, he usually just gives him to Ruggie. One time, Grim got really upset at him though.
Leona flinched in pain, blood seeping out of his arm, a scratch mark forming on it. Jack jolted and grabbed Grim’s arms, subduing him immediately. “Grim! What are you doing!?” Jack yelled out, gripping on the squirming cat.
“You! Out of everyone here, you’re the one who’s always so calm and relaxed!” Grim cried out, glaring at the Lion. Leona glared at him as he used his magic to heal his arm. “Do you even care! You just gave up after a few months!” He continued, biting Jack making Jack let go out of pain, and when Grim jumped on Leona. He got grabbed by the scuffle.
“What makes you think I stopped trying to find them?!” Leona snapped, gripping on the cat, as if he’s a cub misbehaving, this was annoying, people thinking that he doesn’t do a lot when in fact he’s been giving more than just effort “You think I’m not trying my best here!?” He lets Grim go who is surprised at his outburst. “Shit” He pinched the bridge of his nose, Jack carrying Grim again. “I’m really sorry Leona” He apologized on Grim’s behalf, but Leona just waved him off. “It’s fine,” he said, looking down at the cat. “But I want you to understand that some people just prefer doing work behind the scenes, just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean they’re not trying.”
He really was trying. The you that was cuddling him in his dreams, playing with his hair and kissing him, telling him to do his best. That had kept him sane while trying to find you. It was stupid and pathetic, but at least he knew that somehow, he never forgot your face, your scent, and your voice even if it took years. Even once he graduated, even if Falena tried to set him up with other Beastwomen or some high-ranking princess. He rejected them all, in favor of waiting for you, despite not knowing if you’ll ever come back.
He never even got to tell you his feelings before you vanished, if he did would that make you not go back to your own world? Even after a few years, your friends had already graduated, he was working in Sunset Savanna, temporarily because his brother asked him for help, he was busy jumping from place to place to maintain connections and build new ones so while his brother is gone, he was the one in charge, Cheka was already in Junior High school dreaming of getting inside Royal Sword Academy where his friends would be around as well as his father encouraging him to enroll there due to being an alumni, and his sister in law kept festering Leona about mates and stuff.
Right, did he tell you that he kept the mirror that you vanished from to his room? When he finally graduated, he felt that he needed the mirror, so he decided to buy it from Crowley, who graciously gave him the mirror without any complaints. Sometimes, he looks at himself in the mirror, hoping to see you behind it. He really wishes you would come back.
He went to sit down on the edge of his bed, sliding himself into the covers, his bed feeling cold and needing another, he stared at the ceiling, wishing in his mind that when he woke up, you’d be there, touching his cheek.
Drifting into sleep, he dreamt of you again, a dream that he saw multiple times after you vanished, his head laying on the soft plush of your thighs, he stared up at you, who was looking down at him with a soft smile, he nuzzled the hand that you placed on his cheek, placing his hand on it as he guides your hand to his lips, kissing it.
“I miss you” he murmured in his dream, your hand felt incredibly warm and soft right now, it felt… real. Maybe whatever Deity from above decided to pity him today and give him your touch that he was constantly seeking.
He didn’t want to wake up, the warmth of the sun hitting his body except for his face which you were shielding it from. The moment he lifted himself up, to go nearer your face, he wanted to kiss you now or else he might never feel this surreal experience ever again, a blinding light suddenly flashed in his vision, causing him to flinch.
“Oh, sorry Leona” a familiar voice apologized, making him groan and blink a few times, was he still dreaming? He felt his head resting on something else and not his pillow, it felt softer. When he finally was fully awake, he realized that he was in fact, not dreaming anymore. He looked up only to see you, in the same position as you did in his dream.
“Herbivore…” he froze as you rubbed his cheek gently. “Yes, I’m here” You hummed as you pushed away a bit of his hair just to see his face better. “Oh wow, Leona you became prettier!” you giggled, causing him to sit up, grabbing your cheeks, he examined you. He can’t believe it, it really is you, he’s not dreaming anymore.
“How? What?” he questioned, glaring at you maybe this was a trap, if this was some doppelganger or some shapeshifter, he’d turn you to dust, but the way you weren’t scared of his glare made his will falter, you were warm, you were there, your scent was there too, nobody can replicate that. “Herbivore you’re back” he finally caved in, pulling you into a crushing hug, which you gave back happily. “I’m back Leona, I’m sorry I vanished,” you said, burying your face into his shoulder. “You idiot, I definitely deserve an explanation for this” He growled out, not letting you go at all.
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I think Grim is really young.
Sorry, but I have no one else to give the brain food to.
1 his eyes are blue. Only really young felines can have blue eyes. They change colour at around 1 - 2 months old.
He's built like a two-three week old kitten. He has the chubby little tummy, and the paws, and his face shape, his eye size.
His personality, he's eccentric, goofy, always hungry, loud and demanding, specifically towards Yuu, unaware, naïve, and trusting.
His voice.
It just keeps stacking up!
Sorry for the rambles.
Doesn’t that technically mean that if we accept this as fact then Grim is actually a genius because of his skills (walking on hind feet, talking extensively, ability to use elemental magic) relative to his age…
Sorry Grim… You have been diagnosed with BEING BABY 🫵
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