#mmm i think im on to something

[thewistlingbadger]

We've been making a lot of Jesus! Viktor jokes lately but truly he looks more like Mary.

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "delicate" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+*:🍰:*﹤descrip. : trying something new w leehan!

+*:💚:*﹤content : sub tendencies!leehan x softdom tendencies!reader

+*:🍓:*﹤warnings : 18+, mdni <3, handjob, choking

+*:💗:*﹤word count : 1.6K

+*:🍰:*﹤masterlist

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Leehan has this way of loving you that makes you feel heavy, vulnerable, suffocated in the best way possible. With wide, watery eyes, he stares at you like you raise the sun and lower the moon, even now, when you have him pinned against the wall and your hand working his cock rapidly. 

His head is leaning back against the surface, but his glossy eyes are locked on you. You want to shy away from all that adoration, but it's useless – your eyes always fall back on Leehan, leaking with every gross, lovesick emotion you could ever feel for another person because you're no better than him.

His hips are meeting you halfway, thrusting into your palm. His neck is flushed and decorated with bruises you sucked into it moments prior, and weak, raspy noises leave it continuously. You lean up to suck more kisses onto it, lick stripes along his Adam's apple, and he groans at the feeling. 

You pull away to see the new marks already coloring, shiny with saliva, and you reach up to wipe the area clean. Your hand falters on his cock, distracted, and it's like something else is controlling you when your fingers drag across his throat again, feeling at the bump protruding from it. You lightly press on it. 

Leehan huffs out a deep breath, and you tear your eyes away from his throat to look back at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed in a silent plea, so you try it again, pressing your thumb against his throat a little harder. You're careful not to actually hurt him, and your breath catches at the way his eyelashes flutter. 

You position your hand so your palm is touching his adams apple, hand wrapped around his throat, and look at him again, check in on him. 

“Is this okay?” You ask, voice quiet and gentle. His eyelids are lower now, quivering like he's struggling to keep them open. His nod is short, movements restricted by your hand. He swallows, and you're addicted to the way you can feel his throat constrict and release under your hold. His hands are resting on your hips, so you bring one up and wrap it around your wrist. He lets you guide him easily, body pliant where it's slumped against the wall. 

“Will you tap me if you want me to stop?” You ask just loud enough so he can hear you, because you're afraid the air will crumble to pieces around you if you disturb it. He lets out a faint, breathless “Okay,” a tiny vibration against your palm that makes your panties wetten.

Your fingers squeeze around his throat lightly, just to test the waters, and Leehan's eyes flutter shut again. You give him a second to regain himself, and when his eyes open up again, falling onto your own, you wrap your free hand back around his cock.

His breath catches at the feeling, and he lets out a shaky sigh as you start a slow pace. You speed up gradually, and when your pace is back to how it started, rapid and relentless, only stopping every so often to thumb along his tip, you tighten your grasp on his neck, feel the delicate structure in your hold. 

Leehan's head knocks back against the wall, pretty eyes squeezing shut and grip on your wrist tightening. You pay close attention to see if he'll tap you, if he needs you to stop, but he doesn't. 

“Look at me, Hannie.” You whisper. You're not sure he heard you, but after a couple of seconds, his eyelids flutter open. They're lower now, from the force of his creased eyebrows, threatening to close again. It's surprising – Leehan is usually the one advocating for eye contact, but he can barely keep his eyes open. It's powerful to strip away the one demand he always gives you, to flip the switch and give it to him instead. You loosen your hold on his throat and rub the head of his dick again, gentler this time, because he's trying to say something. 

“Breathe, c-can’t–” He gasps out, hips rocking into your touch desperately. His voice is hoarse, words broken up as you continue stroking his cock, squeezing around it lightly, squeezing around his throat simultaneously, cutting off whatever else he had to say. 

Precum is leaking from his tip, spreading along your hand and his shaft, making your strokes messy and smooth. You lean up to speak near his ear. 

“You're so tender like this, with your life in the palm of my hand. D’you like it, Hannie?” Leehan likes when your voice is soft but teasing, whispering dirty words where only he can hear, so that's what you do.

His response is just a pathetic string of choked-off noises, nails digging into your wrist. He's stunning, but you tell him he looks pathetic, watch as the words settle along his skin. His mouth is hanging open uselessly, drool running down his chin. You attach your lips to his, kissing him roughly, while he pants into your mouth, desperate for the little air he can get. 

He’s trembling, grip sporadic as it tightens and loosens around your wrist. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head. His cock is hot and heavy in your hand, and it twitches right before he's spurting cum all over your palm. You release his throat, using your now free hand to press his hips against the wall as you work him through it. His throat is scratchy, whines breathless as he weakly tries to push your hand away from his overstimulated cock. 

You kiss away stray tears that fell at some point and left streaks behind on his cheeks, rubbing his shoulders soothingly as he catches his breath. He's just as beautiful now, face pink and eyes sparkling with stars in them, and you bask in it, sure that your own eyes are shining with love as well.

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a/n : a leehan choking fic that literally no one asked for, if you sent an ask i'm working on it sweeties <33 pls lmk if u read this & see any typos

[skull-turtle]

for the LAST TIME, what does "having a crush" even mean

[oceanwithouthermoon]

currently thinking about unreliable narrator saiki kusuo, and the fact that if the manga was written from anyone else's perspective then everyone would see him as a tsundere stalker, borderline yandere..

[bittasol]

clarazz are so strong if i was (vaguely in love with and) slightly possessive of my best friend and the whole world was obsessed with him (like i was) id crash out 😭

[oifaaa]

Thinking about the rule of three and how if a good writer got ahold of Dick then maybe the next time Dick gets to go full righteous anger on a guy the fucker he's punching doesn't get back up

[skrunksthatwunk]

this could be kuwameshi if you guys would like. take my hand and trust me

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

Everytime I see Sora's hair I just want to eat it (affectionate <3) - it just looks so edible to me idk

[vehemourn]

flowing coat and piercing gaze

[faggot-friday]

tbh if it wasn’t for like. everything being dogshit expensive. i would really enjoy grocery shopping

[dreamsy990]

good thing sora doesnt ask questions

[bedforddanes75]

i think i might just fucking die if i dont post this right now Ok guess what? guess? guess...u wanna guess the colour of my underwear. ok cowboys here wtf ugh anyway dont tell me its bad ill come and get you

me ^

[good-beanswrites]

Hello!! I really love your writing! I like the way you write interactions between characters and how well you maintain their personalities! Sometimes, after I read these, I need to take a few moments to realize that they are not actually canon. (For me, they still are <3).

If it's not a bother, I would like to request Compliment + Yuno and any other character that you think will fit well!

Because of Yuno's past work, I always thought that the compliments her clients would give didn't truly mean much to her. At first, maybe these words gave her some warmth, but with time, she realized that these words were nothing more than superficial. And I think it would be nice to see Yuno actually being happy with the sincerity of a compliment addressed to her!

Thank you!! 

Hi hello?? This is like the greatest compliment a writer could dream of thank you??? I have been very normal about this ;__;✨ And thank you for the request, I absolutely love that concept -- it's perfect for Yuno! I think between being so used to shallow/physical compliments combined with the fact that she has a lot of self-love already, a new type of compliment could really affect her. I debated on a few characters, but ended up setting this late T1 with Kotoko

Yuno was always complimented on her smile. It was beautiful, she was told. It was pure. Sweet. Innocent. Her lipstick looked nice. Her lips in general looked nice. She was just so… nice. Yuno was glad to have such a bright smile; it hid how much she was wanted to pick up the cards from her solitaire game and throw them as hard as she could at Shidou's face.

“Don’t worry, when you get to be my age, you’ll understand,” he was saying. “But I do love your optimism…”

She stretched that smile as far as it would reach. Shidou kept talking as he stood to leave, and she answered as politely and simply as possible. Once out of sight, she allowed herself a single, dramatic eyeroll. Everyone older than her thought they knew more than her. Men always thought they knew more than her. 

But she wasn’t about to let it ruin the rest of her day. She turned her attention back to the cards, already working to forget the whole conversation. She’d nearly lost herself in new thoughts when a voice startled her at the end of the table.

“You’re strong, Yuno.”

She looked up to find Kotoko staring. She smirked at the comment -- she knew she had nothing on someone like her. The woman exuded strength, and had made more than one comment about the other prisoners’ physical fitness. Yuno flexed her right arm. “I didn’t do very well in the tournament, but thanks, I guess!”

Confusion flashed over her face. “No, not the arm wrestling thing we did the other day.”

“Oh, when we all jumped rope after dinner last week?”

“No, no. I mean… as a person.” Kotoko scooted closer. She always had a calculating look on her face, studying everyone around her. Yuno had expected to feel uncomfortable under such a gaze, (many of the other prisoners had voiced the sentiment,) but there was something almost pleasant about the way Kotoko stared. Yuno couldn’t put her finger on it.

She waved her hand dismissively. She knew the best way to accept praise was to play it down, just a bit. “Eh, sometimes it's gotta be like that, you know? I just do what I can to make it through the day, I wouldn't call that strong or anything…”

“Well I would.” Her gaze was level. “I think the way you handle everyone, never compromising on your own values, is very impressive. I’ve seen the way the others talk to you here. I can only imagine, with the line of work you’re in, what utter scumbags you’ve had to deal with on a daily basis. And yet,” she tipped her head, and Yuno suddenly understood. Kotoko looked at people as if she actually saw them. “You’ve never once raised your voice. Or scowled. Or even cried. Being sent to a place like this, after what you’ve done, it’d be enough to infuriate anyone.”

She surveyed the room, adding, “I'm still figuring this place out, but I can tell it's designed to break us. Which is why we need to stay strong. I just wanted to tell you, from one woman to another -- I'm glad to have someone like you fighting with me.”

Yuno’s smile had faded to surprise. At that moment, she did something that she hadn’t in an awfully long time. 

She blushed at the compliment. 

Maybe it was the way Kotoko said it. She wasn't the type of person to say anything she didn't mean. Maybe it was the fact that it was something new, not another comment about her lips or her laugh or her body. Or maybe it was because Yuno was tempted to believe it.

She’d heard so many voices lately, whispering how weak and helpless she must be to end up in this whole mess. The other prisoners, too, treated her according to her small build and unbroken nails. She suddenly realized how close she’d come to falling into the same mindset.

Getting a hold of herself, she made her voice light. “Well, I'd say the same to you, but I think you already know that, heh. But… thanks for saying all that.”

“Of course.” Kotoko’s smile was neither sweet nor innocent, but it was certainly honest. “I mean it.”

Yuno nodded. “I know.”

[perilegs]

im boiling eggs. never been this nervous.

[starswhisperwritershear]

Guys, this chapter is kicking my ass. Plot is hard, I just want to go back to character dynamics and letting them be gay. Action and plot is harrdddd

[musingmycelium]

been absolutely obsessed with acnh recently but what if i got back into IFs again