#sulky is so talented

[firelilysky]

Fic: Whatever Returns From Oblivion

Author: @sulkybender

I legitimately can not say enough good things about this fic… I was lucky enough to read it early and have been sitting on this art and vibrating with excitement while Sulky shared their masterpiece with the world. Do yourself a favor and read this one, it’s one of my new all time favorites. ♥️

[menstitsillness]

no amt of bellingham prop can make me like the club or him

[suguann]

OH, DARLING—ASTARION

✎. he’s in a perpetually strange mood for the rest of the day, quieter than usual and more sulky, and you have the sneaking suspicion he's upset with you. | wc. 1.3K+

tags. fem!reader, established relationship, jealousy, slight dirty talk, pet names [18+ only]

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Eighteen days. That’s how long it takes between the Shadowlands and reaching Wyrm’s Crossing. Longer still since you’ve interacted with anyone other than bandits, lost refugees, cult-crazed lunatics, and your merry band of weirdos (Gale’s words, not yours). 

For once, you’re not picking berries off bushes to offset hunger until you make camp or plucking bramble from your pants when the occasional trail turns out to be safer than the King’s Road. You can finally sit at a bartop and order wine instead of choking down the contents of an ancient bottle of Ithbank you snatched from a cellar in some decrepit village.

That was at least the most tolerable thing you experienced outside the gates, as far as roughing it in the wilds goes.

And it might be your newfound appreciation for city life, of finding an escape from what’s become your current normal—sneaking past goblin-infested camps, waterlogged boots, and haystacks for beds (an upgrade from sleeping on the cold, hard dirt, you suppose)—that lures the Drow twins over to your party walking down from the top floor of the Sharess’ Caress.

“You must be curious after keeping such…” Nym glances over Astarion, Shadowheart, and Karlach, hovering behind you, threatening with blood stains on their clothes and out of place in an establishment full of nobles and wealthy ministers. “Interesting company.”

It’s safe to say you’re uninterested in the twins, but that doesn’t stop your curiosity from piquing when Nym demonstrates her talents with a peach she snatches from a fruit bowl off the nearest table. By the end of it—an obscene display that catches the eye of a few patrons walking by and sends your imagination reeling—you wonder how often she does this to gain clientele. If it’s always so…hands-on.

“So what do you think?” 

You don’t know what to think, oddly confused like that first time Astarion had to spell out for you that he wanted to have sex—you’re going to be so fun to break, pet—a girl who’s every bit the product and trappings of a sheltered fool. 

“Are you interested?”

The mutilated peach in Nym’s hand drips clear fruit juice down her wrist in thin rivulets, collecting at her elbow. You start to shake your head—

Astarion scoffs. “She already has her hands full without your sticky fingers and whatever the hells you’re doing to that innocent peach.” 

Nym’s mouth curls up into a coy smile before her gaze sweeps over to Astarion. “Her lover, I presume?”

“As in, I already tasted said peach while you’re still trying to get your mouth on it; well then, yes. Very much so.”

You slap his chest, your face somehow getting hotter. “Astarion!”

“Darling, we’re in a whorehouse. I assure you they’ve heard worse.”

Nym makes a wordless, amused sound. “Well, if you ever find yourself curious or—” she gives Astarion one last scrutinizing once over and looks at you again “—unsatisfied, you know where to find me and my brother.”

Before you can politely decline, Astarion chips in on your behalf, “Trust me, she’s not.”

He steers you toward the door—I’m never going to look at a silly piece of fruit the same after this—and you don’t miss how he sends the twins a withering stare right before he joins you on the street.

He’s in a perpetually strange mood for the rest of the day, quieter than usual and more sulky. 

You stare at the back of his head as he walks in front of you, bulky pack slung over his shoulder with the books and scrolls you bought earlier, deciding whether you should join him or leave him to his thoughts.

Karlach nudges your shoulder. “Trouble in paradise, soldier?”

“Not really.” You bite your lip. “Should there be?”

Her gaze follows yours to Astarion, and she hums in understanding.

“If you stare at his back any longer, you might burn a hole through it." Heat crawls up your neck, and you try to give her a shove when Astarion looks at both of you over his shoulder, but she doesn't move an inch and laughs instead. "He’s probably upset over finding another pebble in his boot again. Don’t sweat it.”

An unreasonable suggestion, for you know it’s more than another pebble.

He doesn’t say anything once you all reach camp, nor does he give you even the slightest acknowledgment when you walk by his tent on your way to bed or look up from his book—no hello, my sweet readily waiting on his tongue—when you slip a little note under his nose. 

It’s starting to give you the sneaking suspicion he’s upset with you—though you hardly have the faintest idea why.

You’re pulled awake by the quiet, careful shifting of your blanket as someone slips into your bedroll behind you. You stare blearily at the barn's wall, trying to blink away the disorienting feeling still clinging to you like dew on a humid summer day. 

It’s the first brush of sharp incisors against your throat that erases the last vestiges of sleep altogether.

Ah, so he read your note.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you whisper, aware enough to remember the other two people sleeping in the barn with you.

“Have I?”

“You know what I mean.” You tighten your grip on your blanket. “You’re upset, aren’t you?”

He kisses the tender spot below your ear. “I wouldn’t phrase it like that.”

“But you’re unhappy.”

Your breath hitches when his tongue flicks out to taste your skin. 

“Yes, I’m unhappy.”

“Was it because of what that drow said?”

“Hm, be more specific.”

“When she—with the peach.” You squirm a little, a mouse blessedly caught by the tail. “You know.”

His chuckle is soft, faintly mocking.

“Oh, darling. You think I’m jealous?” He runs a thumb over the fluttering pulse in your neck. “How cute.” 

And right before he applies the smallest amount of pressure—

“Well, you would be correct.”

When Astarion works at the laces of your pants, loosening them just enough to slip his hand underneath, you jump at the first cool brush of his fingers tracing across your heated skin. Your muscles jump, jump, jump under his touch, goosebumps prickling along your arms when his hand fits suddenly between your legs. Two soft pats that make you gasp.

“Drippy,” he murmurs. You don’t think your face can get any hotter.

Then he’s hooking two—fuck, three—fingers into you, splitting you open, curling up toward your belly; you can’t bite back the moan that breaks free.

“Hush, pet.”

Nipping at your neck, he scissors his fingers, smiling at your choked, stuttered gasp.

“Do you think I’d let anyone see how you fall apart with a few quick strokes of the fingers? How you sound? How you taste?” 

The questions are followed by his thumb pressing into the achy spot at the apex between your legs, and you don’t mention that he’s doing this with two other people sleeping soundly on the other side of the room. 

“This—” his fingers curl inside you, pressing until he finds soft flesh that makes your legs jerk. “This is all for me—mine—wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod slowly, hand clamped over your mouth to trap the sounds that keep escaping.

“Good, so we understand each other then.”

Your thighs tremble around his wrist. His fangs drag across the thin, breakable column throat, almost like a warning, catching at two identical scars that haven’t fully healed since you’ve let a feral, lost little vampire into your camp before he gives in and bites.

Digging in—messy—you imagine the dribble of red down his pale chin, how he sometimes leaves it there to savor later.

You’re limp and floating in a matter of seconds, your mind blissfully quiet for the first time in days.

“Remember that, darling, the next time someone starts giving you ideas.” After a moment, he whispers: "But I'm also happy you said no."

And he slips out of your bedroll without so much of a creak in the floorboards and out of the barn as if he was never there.

[kjsasha]

That Night - Choi Seungcheol

Pairing : Idol!S.Coups X Idol!Female Reader

Genre : Smut, one night stand, friends to lovers, angst

W.C : 3K+

Summary : She realised that she couldn't be just friends with him. She wanted more but what she hadn't realised was that he wanted that too

Warnings : kissing, biting, pet names, spitting, unprotected sex (practise safe sex everyone), not sure if this should be considered semi-public sex, lmk if I missed something.

NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Pretty scarf, Y/N-ah. But why did you wrap it around like that?", Jihyo, one of my members, said as we were heading to our company. I chuckled awkwardly as a reply while fixing my scarf instinctively to make sure my neck was well covered.

After a recording session of our new tracks, I went to the rooftop cafe on our company's building to get their grilled sandwiches. My members had their individual plans for their break time so it was just me and our manager, Danielle. As the elevator dinged open, the sight of Jeonghan brightened me up right away.

"Hey"

"Hey, going to get your sandwiches?", he asked.

Y/N : "Bingo"

Seventeen and my group, Sirens, are pretty close. Though we debuted much later than them, somehow we all got really close in a very limited time. We cross paths very often as both the groups are under Pledis Entertainment. It'd been some years since we met and our bonding just kept getting better and stronger everyday.

We got out of the elevator, "Oh, S.Coups-nim is here too", a familiar 'back' standing some feet away caught my eyes after Danielle spoke. I turned around immediately but the elevator was already going down by the time I pressed the call button.

"What happened?", Jeonghan asked.

Y/N : "I have some work, see you later"

Danielle : "But-"

I practically sprinted out of there using the stairs leaving Jeonghan and my manager dumbfounded.

I didn't have the energy in me to deal with him at that moment.

Author's Pov :

Later that day, Sirens had a meeting with their CEO about their album release and other projects. They'd have a 10 days vacation before the release date. "Rejuvenate yourselves in those 10 days. Y'all shall be back about two weeks before your comeback for rehearsals and everything", CEO said to them.

As the day wrapped up, Y/N received a call from Mingyu. "Do you wanna get dinner with us at Jin hyung's restaurant?"

Y/N : "Us?"

Mingyu : "Me, Shua, Coups, Wonwoo, Jeonghan and Dino"

"Oh. Um, I, I'm not feeling well. You guys go, I'll just head home", she ended the conversation.

"She said she isn't feeling well", Mingyu informed the others with a little frown between his brows.

The next day, Y/N and her members finished recording all the songs for their upcoming album. They have been working hard for it and people have high expectations from them. They have the potential and are one of the hardworking, talented and rising groups of the industry as of now.

Y/N recorded her final part perfectly and their producer gave her the cue to come out. She wasn't aware that Woozi, Seungkwan and S.Coups came to the studio while she's doing her lines.

"Woah, you nailed it, Y/N-ie", Woozi said the moment she stepped out of the recording booth.

"As expected of the Sirens' main vocalist", Seungkwan added.

S.Coups was on the sofa, his legs moderately manspreaded, his right elbow resting on the armrest while his other hand's placed on his thigh. His gaze has been on her this whole time, the intensity of his stare felt almost tangible to Y/N.

Seungkwan : "Coups hyung...Coups hyung?" Seungcheol averted his gaze to him. "I was asking if you'd wanna go out with us for bowling right now", he repeated. "No, some people wouldn't like it", S.Coups said looking my way and walked out of the studio.

"Here goes our sulky leader", Woozi commented jokingly. "But what's the reason?", Seungkwan asked in a pout.

They invited other seventeen and Sirens members to join. Jihyo, Wonyoung and Lisa along with Jeonghan, Jun, Mingyu and Dk came. They all gathered at the parking lot.

Seungkwan's still whining about why his Seungcheol hyung rejected his offer and behaved like that; he even complained to Jeonghan about it.

Y/N's Pov :

The following day, when seventeen visited Sirens' practice room, I was left with no choice but to face him. I knew it was inevitable but I still wanted to prolong it as much as I could.

One conversation led to another and Seungcheol and I began to argue. I believe it started along the line where Wonwoo said something about him liking my quality of owning upto things no matter what it is and Seungcheol scoffed and said, "She does anything but owns upto her things".

And then here we were, getting at each other with remarks that the others couldn't quite interpret.

As their eyes went back and forth between the two of us, they tried to calm us but it's in vain.

Y/N : "I really can't stand you"

Seungcheol : "But you seemed to stand me very much when I was f-"

"Shut up", I cut his sentence hastily.

Hoshi : "What is wrong with you two?"

"Ask her", he said before storming out of the room.

Author's Pov :

Jeonghan and Mingyu went after S.Coups.

"Not now", he said as they were behind him.

"At least tell us what happened between you two so we can grasp the situation a little", Jeonghan said.

"......."

"Fine, we'll let you be for now but then you better come and tell us what this is all about", Mingyu said to him.

"She drives me crazy", he let out a breath.

Two days later, they all gathered like they usually do at Seventeen's mutual home which is a duplex house in Gangnam. Y/N tried to come up with excuses to not join them but Lisa dragged her out of their dorm. "I can't put up with that jerk again. Let me go back", she said as they made her sit inside the car. "I don't know what's going on with you guys but that can't be more important than the friendship we all share, can it? So please, patch up with him or something, unnie", Wonyoung said.

Once we arrived there, everyone and everything felt how it always did but yet a part of me was at unease. We all bunched up in their living area. S.Coups and I haven't interacted at all. He wanted to go to his room and take a nap but Joshua held him back, "We're gonna plan the trip now, stay".

Since Seventeen and Sirens, both groups are gonna get a 10 days vacation, we agreed on going on a trip together which has been long due.

The discussion was going smoothly and then Seungcheol and I ended up bickering again. I can't even remember how it began but at that moment, I was on the verge of throwing hands at him.

Wonwoo : "Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you both?"

Y/N : "Everything is wrong with this jerk"

Seungcheol : "Mind your language"

"Stop it", "Come with me", Jeonghan grabbed us both and dragged us to a room upstairs.

"You two are gonna be civil and tell me what the hell happened", he said.

"......."

Jeonghan : "Speak"

"He claims that we slept together", I said as I stared at the floor.

"Seriously, Y/N? 'He claims'?", S.Coups asked, clearly fuming.

"I don't remember that night", I tried to sound composed.

"Now you don't even remember", he was in disbelief.

"What do you mean 'slept together'?", Hanie questioned.

"We had sex"

Jeonghan : "How?"

Seungcheol : "What how? Do you want me to tell you how we-"

Jeonghan and Y/N : "NO"

"I mean how did it happen and why is it the reason that you two are mad at each other?", he asked evidently trying to figure things out.

I cleared my throat before telling him, "That night, at the party on the terrace, I was drunk and so was he and then one thing escalated to another and we ended up in his room and that's all I recall"

Flashback

Y/N's Pov :

My head throbbed and every ounce of my body felt sore as I tried to get up. I pressed my eyes shut for some seconds before opening them to clear my vision. The only source of light being the early morning sunlight seeping in through the glass window, I looked around as I sat on the bed. The rooms quite big and minimally well furnished. It's not my bedroom but.......I've been here before. And then, faint snores reached my ears. I gulped as I slowly turned my head towards the sleeping figure on my right.

Please don't be him, please don't be him.......It is him and the moments from the night are still very fresh and vivid to deny it.

End of flashback

"She left before I woke up", he looked at me, "And has been running from me since then".

Y/N : "What do you want me to do then?"

Seungcheol : "Own up to it"

"Should I write it on my forehead that 'I let Choi Seungcheol do me'?"

Seungcheol : "I want you to stop pushing me away, Y/N"

"And what's your side? Why are you avoiding it", Jeonghan asked.

".....Because, I, I....."

"Say it, say the word", Seungcheol sounded like he's challenging me.

"I'm embarrassed for giving in myself like that, okay?", my hands balled into fists by my sides. "This whole thing might be insignificant for him but I can't pretend that nothing has changed. I can't even be in terms with it so isn't it better to just avoid it? And what does he even want me to say to him? 'Hey, Coups, we had sex. Now you literally know me inside out'?".

"I want you to admit that you remember everything just like I do. Say that it matters to you too and it's just not me who's holding onto it", Seungcheol said.

"No, I don't remember anything, Choi Seungcheol"

"Stop calling me that"

"Choi Seungcheol"

"Don't, Y/N", he neared me.

"Choi Seungcheol, Choi Seungcheol"

"I said stop", he's right in front of me, his height towering mine.

"Or what, Choi Seungcheol?"

"Or I'll fuck some manners into you, right here and now, right in front of Jeonghan", he clenched his jaw.

"You perverted asshole", I gasped.

A baffled Jeonghan stood there as Seungcheol and I glared at each other.

"I'm giving you both 30 minutes. Talk, fight or do whatever the hell you want but when you two step out of this room, no more arguments or ignoring. I want my old Y/N and Coups back, understood?", and with that, Jeonghan walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

"Speak", I crossed my arms.

"First admit that you remember that night"

"Well, there wasn't anything worth remembering", I said in a taunting tone.

"Really?"

"Really"

"Then how about I remind you? Recreate the things we did?", he advanced towards me as I stepped back involuntarily until my back hit the wall. (That one episode of mmtg and going seventeen collaboration where JaeJae and S.Coups played rock, paper, scissors and something akin to this happened has been in my head for some time now)

As I got trapped between the wall and him, he caged me placing his hands on either side of me. Seungcheol let out a deep sigh as his demeanor shifted to something more gentle.

"You're important to me, a family, and I don't wanna lose you. And I don't regret that night even a bit but if you do, tell me how I can change that. Talk to me but don't walk away from me, please", I could feel his minty breath as he spoke due to the close proximity between us.

I looked at him and all I could see was honesty and something akin to longing.

"I don't wanna lose you either but can we really pretend that things haven't changed?"

"We don't have to pretend. Things did change but we can go on with it"

"Then where do our relationship stand? What are we now? Coz friends don't do what we did", my tone sounded closer to a whisper.

"Be mine"

My breath hitched.

"And let me be yours", he added.

Y/N : "I'm serious, Seungcheol"

S.Coups : "So am I"

Y/N : "Stop messing with me"

S.Coups : "I want you to be mine, Y/N. Should I write it on my forehead?(He repeated my words from earlier)"

"......."

"Say something"

Y/N : "Then make me yours"

A smile crept on to Seungcheol's lips as a sense of relief and warmth washed over him.

He stared into my eyes as if searching for clarity. He held the side of my face with his right hand and his eyes drifted to my lips. Tracing it once with the pad of his thumb, Seungcheol rested his forehead on mine, "Stop me before I lose it, Y/N".

"What if I don't want you to stop?"

He smashed his lips on mine as an answer to it. His mouth moved against mine passionately, almost as if trying to convey how much he wanted me through it. He bit on my bottom lip and pulled on it before breaking the kiss.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll feel me in you for days, baby"

Y/N : "Not right now, others are around"

"I don't care", he said before lifting me up by the back of my thighs as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Y/N : "Seungcheol, we really shouldn't-"

He made me sit on the study table and stood between my parted legs and kissed me again while his hands were busy exploring my body under my shirt. The ring on his finger felt cold; his bare touch elicited goosebumps on my skin. I raised my hip to help him hike my skirt up.

"May I?", he asked as his fingers grazed my inner thighs.

"You may"

He moved my panty to the side exposing my womanhood to the air. He placed a finger on my slit and hummed in satisfaction feeling how wet I was.

"Weren't you just saying that we shouldn't?", he teased.

Y/N : "Shut up"

The mere contact of his digits on my bundle of nerves shot up my need for more.

"We don't need the foreplay, just fuck me, please"

"As much as I wanna do just that, I don't wanna hurt you"

"You won't, I promise. Please"

Seungcheol smirked at my eagerness, "As you wish, princess", he took a step back to unbuckle his belt.

His dick sprang free as he pulled it out, the tip's swollen and red and the sheer girth of his length had me clenching around nothing in anticipation of being filled by him again. He pulled me closer by my waist to the edge of the table and I wrapped a leg around his torso as I leaned back balancing my upper body on my palms.

Seungcheol stroked his member a couple of times and spat directly on my slit to lubricate it before guiding his tip to my hole. As he prodded it in, he kept his eyes strained on me as if memorising all my reactions.

He pulled it out and pushed a little in and repeated it a few times before thrusting it all the way in knocking the air out of my lungs as he bottomed out.

My lips grazed his, both of our mouths parted mingling our breaths.

"Can I move?"

I nodded my head.

Seungcheol pulled out his member leaving the tip in before pushing it back and then picked up his pace. He kissed my jaw and neck. I hissed when he bit near my pulse point and then lapped his tongue on it to soothe it all the while plunging in and out of me.

"Oh fuck.......I'm...I'm gonna cum", I said as I felt the coil in my core twisting impossibly to the point of snapping.

"Go on, sweetheart. Cum on my dick like the good girl you are. My girl. All mine, aren't you?"

I nodded.

He slid up his left hand to my breast and gave it a squeeze, "Say it".

"I'm all yours", I breathed out.

The skin slapping against skin could be heard throughout the room. Seungcheol groaned as my walls constructed around his length like a vice as my high crashed over me.

I laced my fingers through his hair and wrapped both of my legs around him as he kept fucking me almost like an animal in heat.

He lowered a hand to my clit and began to rub it in circular motion with his thumb.

"Ah, ah, Coups"

"Yes, baby?"

"Sensitive"

"Give me one more, you can do it"

The ministrations of his finger followed by the movements of his hip bubbled up another orgasm in me soon.

This time, it was more intense than the previous one. I tightened my hold on his hair making him groan and smashed my lips on his to hold back the scream that threatened to spill out of my mouth. My body shook in rapture as my cunt fluttered.

Seungcheol slowed down his thrusts and parted our lips with a proud smile. My eyes were glossy when I opened them.

Y/N : "Stop smiling like that, you're not that good"

"Sure", he said and began to plummet in and out of me.

"Oh god, I can't"

"Just a little more, please"

A few more snaps of his hip and then he spilled his load deep inside of me.

Seungcheol : "Oh, Fuck"

We stayed there like that for a minute before he cupped my face with both hands and kissed my lips. He pulled out of me and placed my panty back in place. "Keep it in for me, princess", he said grinning as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and then stepped back to fix his pants.

Once we both made ourselves presentable, we stepped out of the room. Jeonghan's leaning on the railing a few steps away from the door, earphones plugged in as he vibed to some music clearly trying to diffuse any other sound that might reach his vicinity.

He took off the earphones once he noticed us, "I thought I said 30 minutes but tell me my wait has been worth it and that you brought me good news". Seungcheol wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me closer to him and Jeonghan got his answer. A smile crept up to his face, "I'm so happy for you. Let's go now, others are waiting for you two".

Author : I hope you enjoyed reading it. Let me know your thoughts about it and I'd appreciate it if you could reblog the post. Thank you!

[lqfiles]

✰ dating lee donghyuck.

never a dull moment.

with donghyuck’s inability to stay silent for too long, there would never really be a boring moment with him. whether it be hours of conversation about the most random topics he can come up with, or unplanned adventures that he drags you along with such as getting on a bus and letting it take you anywhere, donghyuck would manage to make every single day one you won’t forget. his talent of turning the most boring activities into something you’d genuinely enjoy has you smiling for hours. donghyuck would feel a sense of accomplishment seeing you bend over from laughing as he told you a joke he had planned for a few minutes, feeling as if everything he has done up to that point was definitely worth it.

clingy… like REALLY clingy.

even though you were aware of how clingy donghyuck was, you never truly knew how clingy he was until you became his significant other. usual shoulder holds would turn into him slinging his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. a quick hugs would turn into a full cuddle session as he buries his whole face into the crook of your neck. a small peck at the start of your relationship had changed into him pressing his lips against yours as hard as he can for a long period of time, you having to physically push him away to regain a bit of oxygen. his reasoning whenever you call him out on it is that he “didn’t want to turn you off and ruin his chances of getting you” and maybe you can excuse him for it, especially when hearing that makes your heart flutter.

donghyuck the jealous mess.

when it comes to donghyuck jealousy is something that gets different reactions out of him every single time. for instance, he could see you give your attention to one of his friends instead of him, and get all sulky and pouty, and when you try to divert your attention back to him, he would give you the silent treatment to “reflect on your actions” as he says himself. there is also that jealousy he has where he gets annoyed and upset and almost aggressive, such as that one time mark had accidentally bought too much chocolate, so he gave you one since he knew you liked the brand. unfortunately donghyuck hadn’t heard the full dialogue and mark almost went home with a swollen face that day. either way it’s very easy to notice when donghyuck gets jealous.

how he asked you out.

donghyuck probably didn’t like you at first, most likely because all his friends thought you were fun to be around, so his immediate thought was that you were competition and overrated. he would have a few opportunities to hang out with you and slowly realise that maybe, his friends were right and he judged you too quickly! then comes the part where he realises he has a crush on you and tries to come up with a way to confess to you. he would invite you over to his house and watch a movie with you before he would jokingly say something like “we would make an amazing couple haha” and when you seem to get flustered he would shoot his shot and admit that he was being serious and how he has liked you for a while! and surprise surprise you like him too! yippie!!

kisses.

kissing donghyuck is like being on the edge of your seat all the time, anticipating what comes next. donghyuck is… a tease for sure. he will rile you up until he has a feeling you want to kiss him badly, and as he slowly places his lips on yours… they’ll leave, just like that. though it isn’t for long as you’ll pull him back in and it just turns into one passionate make-out session! kissing donghyuck feels like you’re floating on cloud nine as he seems to know exactly what to do to make the kiss enjoyable. he’ll softly caress your face, take breaks in between and deepen the kiss if he feels like it’s the right moment. it manages to drive you insane every single time, no matter how used you get to it.

[tsawksyul]

『 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 』

· Pairings: Neteyam x Na'vi Reader

· Summary: He shows how much he cherish everything that comes from you.

· CW: 2k // Fluff. Slight Hurt/Comfort.

It was the afternoon when the people of Omatikaya clan were actively doing their own thing. Neteyam is currently talking to his father. The Olo'eyktan was calling him on our walk around the village so he had to stop by. You wait for him to finish as you sit on the log nearby, grabbing a string with beads from the small woven pouch attached on the back of your loincloth band, and start making a simple bracelet to pass the time.

A few minutes later, Neteyam's conversation with his father concludes, and he turns with a smile on his face when he sees you. He walks towards you and sits down beside you on the log.

“Hey there, darling,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist. He leans his head against your shoulder and brings his cheek closer to your face. “What are you working on?” he asks, looking at your bracelet.

“Just a very simple bracelet, nothing special,” you say as your thumb traces the beads. Your body, mind, and soul are always in peace when you feel him close like this.

Neteyam hums in response to your words as his fingers trail down your arm gently. His warm, loving touch is always welcome, and it never fails to send a tingle down your spine. He looks down at the bracelet once again.

“It may be simple, but I find it beautiful nonetheless.” His fingertips run down your hands, caressing your fingers as his thumb gently strokes the beads of your bracelet. His eyes meet yours, and his lips curl into a warm, loving smile.

“Your conversation with your father got rather long so I decided to do something,” you say with a slightly playful tone, giving him a peck on his temple.

Neteyam chuckles at your tone and kisses you back on your temple. “Sorry it took so long, I didn't mean to keep you waiting. We had a lot to discuss about the clan's future plans. I'm glad you kept yourself occupied while I was gone,” he says, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder.

“How is your little bracelet-making project going? Are you almost done?” he asks, still caressing your hand. “Yes, I'm done. Besides, it's just a string filled with beads.” You show him the full length of the bracelet.

Neteyam smiles at you when you show the bracelet to him. “It's just a simple string with beads to you, but it is a piece of art in my eyes.” He takes the bracelet in his hands, examining it and running his fingers over the beads. “There is something beautiful in the things you deem insignificant.”

“You're too kind with your compliments, love.” You shake your head with a small chuckle as you see the way he holds on to it, like this simple creation of a few minutes is equal to hours of work that creates a more complicated piece.

“I merely speak the truth. A couple of beads placed on a string can make for a beautiful moment if it is crafted by your hands.” He looks at you intently as he says this. “You have a talent for making simple things seem grand and beautiful. You truly are amazing, my love.”

“Well, thank you.” You chuckle again at his compliments but accept them nonetheless. “Will you accept it if I give it to you?” You ask him rather playfully.

“I would be honored to accept your gift.” He smiles warmly and lightly touches your cheek. He reaches out and brings the bracelet closer to him, staring at it for a while. “Thank you, my love. I will keep it with me always.”

True to his words, he'd always keep the bracelet. The small string decorated with equally small beads is always there around his wrist, everywhere and every time. If anyone asked why he always wears it, he simply answers, “Because I'm bringing a piece of my love with me,” with a warm smile.

But a few months later, he lost it. He enters the tent in a rather sulky mood after his hunt for the day. “Welcome home, my love.” You sit up from the sleeping mat to greet him and kiss him on his lip, your arms wrapped around his waist to hug him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He comes into the tent with a weary expression on his face, clearly tired after a long day's hunt. Seeing you greet him as he enters the tent brings a small smile to his face as he returns the kiss. Neteyam sighs and looks down at the ground as you embrace him. You can notice that his demeanor is more sullen than usual, he is quieter and seems a bit distant from you.

“What is it, my love?” You caress his hair as he rests his head on your shoulder as well, noticing how down he looked since he came back home. “What has gotten you like this, hm?” You ask again, your fingers running along his braids.

“Something happened during my hunt today... I lost something dear to me, and I'm not quite sure how to handle it.” He looks down at his wrist and notices that the bracelet you made is not there.

“What…?” You pull away from the embrace to look at him rather concerningly and curious about what he's implying. “What do you mean? Are you alright?” your other hand reaches up to his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb gently to comfort him.

“I lost the bracelet you gave me. I'm so sorry.” He says with a soft voice. “I have been searching for it all day after the hunt, but it seems I won't find it again.” His voice is sulky, like he blames himself for the loss.

“Oh...” You hold his hand where the string-beaded bracelet always embraces his wrist. You sigh in relief when you realize that nothing terrible happened during his hunt. “You lost it?” You ask for confirmation, looking up at him as your thumb caresses the inner side of his wrist.

He nods down at you. “I lost it during my hunt.” His voice is still sulky. “I know you say it was only a simple string with beads, but it meant a lot to me. I do miss having it around my wrist.” He glances down at the wrist where the missing bracelet used to be. A look of loss crosses his face as he thinks about it.

“I'm sorry I lost it. To think that I have lost the bracelet you gave me is making me feel terrible. I wish I could make it up to you somehow, but I have to accept that I was irresponsible and careless.” His expression is now completely dejected, and he looks down at his hands in defeat.

You look at him with a mix of awe and surprise that he takes this very simple piece of small ornament seriously to the point he's sulking and blaming himself for losing it. “My beloved...” You sigh as you keep caressing his cheek, internally trying not to chuckle at this dramatic but reasonable display. “Don't beat yourself over it. It's okay... It's just a string filled with beads, remember?” You try to comfort him.

“I know it's a simple string of beads, but it was a gift from you, my love. This is what makes it special. I don't care how simple it is. The fact that you made it is enough to make it the most precious thing in the world to me.” He looks into your eyes, his gaze full of emotion. You can see how much he truly cared about that bracelet.

You smile at his words, appreciating the way he cherishes every little thing that you give to him: words, action, material, anything you have to offer, he will gladly accept it with open arms. You know how that string of beads has become really important to him, especially when he wears it all the time for a few months since he first received it, despite how replaceable it is. The fact that he managed to keep that small thing attached for a few months is already surprising. You thought it would get lost after days since it's delicate due to the size of the material.

“How about I make you another one? This time, I will make it out of love, not out of boredom.” You suggest. “It will be more special. I will make it stronger with more strings and beads, so it won't run away from its rightful place.” You give him a cheery smile to comfort him again.

Neteyam's eyes light up as you make the offer to make him a new bracelet. “You would do that for me?” A genuine, warm smile spreads across his face. He reaches up and gently traces your cheek, his thumb drifting down to your lips. “You are too good to me.” You can see the love and gratitude in his eyes as he looks at you.

“Hm,” you nod in confirmation with a hum. “It will be way better, I promise.” You smile in assurance, leaning to his hand on my cheek. The look of appreciation on his face speaks volumes. He softly squeezes your hand and rests his head on your shoulder again. “You are too kind, my love. Thank you for making me another one. It truly does mean a lot to me.” He looks at you with soft, loving eyes. He takes your hand and gently kisses it.

You make the bracelet from strings and beads with stronger structure which takes a longer time. He never leaves your side, he even pulls you onto his lap as he hugs your waist from behind, resting himself on your back, and leaving soft kisses on the back of your shoulder every once in a while.

“There, all done.” You announce, trying to stretch your body from long time sitting in the same position in the limited space of his hold and show it to him. Neteyam takes the bracelet from you and inspects it with a smile. “It's beautiful. You put so much time and effort into this.” He brings his wrist closer to you and gently holds out his arm. “Would you mind putting it back on me again?” The look he has is that of a child happy about a new toy. You can tell he truly loved the bracelet you made for him.

You gladly put the bracelet of strings with beads around his wrist, admiring the way it fits and decorates his hand. Neteyam's face lights up as you put the bracelet on his wrist. He turns his head towards you and smiles. “I love it. I love everything you do for me. You are truly wonderful, my love.” You can see the happiness on his face as he looks at you. The bracelet really is precious to him, and he promises you and himself to take good care of it.

“Don't I deserve a reward?” You ask with a playful look. His gaze runs down your face, and his eyes light up at your request. His expression is full of admiration as he leans in closer to you. “I think I have just the reward for you,” he says, his voice low. He takes your chin and gently turns your face towards him, his eyes locked with yours, your lips just an inch away. You lean a bit more to press your lips together in a sweet kiss.

Neteyam hums as your lips meet his. His lips are soft and tender as they explore yours, and he takes his time, enjoying the feeling of your lips against his. He holds the kiss for a long time before finally pulling away. His gaze is filled with passion, and his breath heavy. He gently caresses your cheek.

“I wouldn't lose this bracelet even for the world.” He gently presses his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent. “It's perfect, just like you.” He gently pulls your face closer to him and kisses you again. 

Once again, true to his words, he keeps the bracelet dearly. If he can't wear it due to some circumstances, he would just hang it on the band of his loincloth. The bracelet made of strings with beads always embraces his wrist ever since.

My first Neteyam piece ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و♡

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200811 - s.cb

note: this is a reupload from my old blog. let’s all pretend that today is august 11th, 2020

content: sub changbin, dom reader, praise, oral (m receiving), a bit of overstimulation, begging, riding, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, female reader

word count: 4.9k

The wide, beaming smile hadn’t left Changbin’s face once throughout the entire course of the evening, you were certain his cheeks must have been aching by now. If they were, he showed no signs of it as he giggled from across the room with Jisung, his nose scrunching up adorably and filling your chest with fondness.

It was his birthday—arguably the most important day of the year, in your humble opinion and his not-so-humble one—and you and his closest friends had taken on the very ambitious challenge of throwing him a surprise party.

The days leading up to it had been stressful to say the least. Splitting the arrangements between eight people with wildly different visions proved to be a borderline impossible task, and Changbin’s nosiness hadn’t made things any easier as the rest of you had frantically tried to plan the celebration behind his back.

His nagging questions of why you were all suddenly so busy and who you were always texting had put your acting skills to the ultimate test, and you’d hoped desperately that you’d be able to keep things a secret until the big day arrived.

Worst of all, Seungmin had come up with the wicked idea for everyone to pretend that they’d somehow collectively forgotten it was Changbin’s birthday up until the party actually began. This, of course, did not sit right with Seo Changbin, and he made that very clear to you from the moment you’d greeted him on the morning of August 11th as if it were any other normal day.

Seungmin’s scheme had failed to take one very major detail into account, that being, Changbin’s impressive talent for complaining.

“You know none of the guys have talked to me today?” he’d mentioned to you at one point. “Not even a text message.”

You’d put up your best neutral front, hoping to sound as nonchalant as possible when you responded. “Is there a reason they should’ve?”

You’d felt bad about it, you really had, but you were also determined to make the surprise as satisfying as possible for him. That came with a price, however, and in the end you’d spent the majority of the day putting up with Changbin’s exaggerated huffs and brooding glares in your direction.

You knew he wasn’t afraid to just outright tell you why he was grumpy, but you also knew that for something as special as this, he wanted you to figure it out for yourself.

The others had an unfair advantage; they were able to ignore Changbin with ease since they weren’t living with him. You didn’t have that luxury, however, and you couldn’t help but feel like the weight of the entire plan rested squarely on your shoulders. Things had nearly fallen apart when he’d received a congratulatory call from his family members, and you’d cursed yourself for not factoring that in, conveniently slipping into the bathroom before he could catch you listening in.

It had taken nearly all of your strength to keep up the oblivious act around him for those few excruciating hours, your resolve weakening further each time he grumbled to himself or trudged around like a kicked puppy.

When Changbin had dramatically announced to you that he was going to the gym for his regular workout, you’d felt a flood of relief, instantly rushing to your phone to notify everyone else.

you: all clear guys! bin’s heading out

lino 😼: lol how’s he handling it

you: not well, he’s been sulky all morning

seungmo 🐶: i can’t believe he really thinks we’d forget his birthday…

chan 🐺: wasn’t it your idea? ^^;

seungmo 🐶: yeah, but isn’t it sad that it actually worked?

hyunjin 🥟: he told me happy birthday a day early this year 😐he probably thinks it’s normal to forget

lino 😼: hehehehe our dumb binnie

you: be nice ): he’s really going through it

chan 🐺: we’ll be there soon, no worries!

Once the boys had arrived at your apartment, you’d all made quick work of setting up for the party—or rather, as quickly as it could go with decorations being knocked over left and right and Hyunjin fussing over the state of every last detail. Felix and Minho had taken it upon themselves to bake Changbin a cake, and though Minho’s artistic choices for its design were a bit questionable, it still looked delicious.

With a bit of work and a lot of patience, the eight of you were eventually able to finish most of what you’d planned before Changbin returned.

Jeongin had been in the middle of scolding Hyunjin and Jisung for managing to get tangled up in a collection of streamers when the front door suddenly swung open, signaling Changbin’s arrival. Jeongin paused mid-sentence, mouth still hanging open as the man of the hour shuffled into the apartment with his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

Before any of you even had the chance to shout “surprise”, Changbin beat you to it with a shout of his own.

“Ah, seriously!”

He threw his hands over his head, his bag dropping to the floor. You and the others rushed forward to swarm Changbin, breaking out into collective laughter as he sank down into a crouch. He pushed his face into his knees, letting out a loud, frustrated groan as it set in that he’d been fooled for the entire day.

Chaos quickly ensued with everyone talking at once, half of you cheering loudly for the birthday boy, and the other half mimicking his reaction. Despite his embarrassment, the brightest grin was plastered on Changbin’s face when he lifted his head. You felt your heart swell with affection, knowing right away that all the stress from the past week had been worth it.

Any sign of his earlier crankiness disappeared in an instant, and he spent the next few hours beaming and giggling as everyone doted on him to make up for the devious prank.

Seeing Changbin being showered in love and adoration so openly made you happier than anything else. It was one of the rare occasions where his friends toned down their usual teasing and showed him just how much he really meant to them.

In your mind, you’d always thought of Changbin almost as the glue that held everyone together—the steady foundation that you could all rely on—and after seeing the amount of care everyone had put into making this day so memorable for him, you were certain that they would agree. Of course, there were still a few playful jabs here and there courtesy of Jeongin and Minho, but overall Changbin was treated the way you personally thought he should be treated every second of every day.

On a more selfish note, however, all the attention he was receiving had kept him busy for most of the night, and you hadn’t been able to spend much time with him. The more time passed, the more difficult it became to shake the growing urge to snatch him away for yourself, even if just for a brief moment.

It was for that reason that when the party drew to a close, you were quick to start wrapping things up. You tried your best to be as subtle as possible as you ushered the boys out, claiming that it was late (it wasn’t) and that Changbin was tired (he wasn’t).

Everyone had done their part to help gather the decorations and tidy up your apartment before leaving, but that didn’t stop Chan from hovering behind to ask if there was anything else you needed. You had to grit your teeth in order to suppress your impatience, knowing you were being unfair to him. You loved the guy, but in that moment his excessive kindness was more of an obstacle than anything else.

“It’s alright,” you smiled. “I think we’re good.”

“You sure? What about the dishes?” Chan asked, peering over to glance at the full sink.

That caught Changbin’s attention, and he piped up immediately. “Feel free to deal with them,” he called out with the smirk of someone untouchable. “The last thing I’m doing on my birthday is washing the dishes.”

Chan chuckled, and you couldn’t help but join in, knowing that Changbin was referencing the many, many times he’d ended up having to clean after a failed, last-ditch attempt at rock paper scissors. Despite that, you were determined to send Chan home. After a whole day of denying Changbin affection, followed by a whole evening of him being preoccupied with all his friends, you wanted nothing more than to be alone with him.

“We’ll handle them, don’t worry,” you reassured Chan. “Get some rest, we all need it after how hectic the past few days have been.”

At that, Chan seemed to give in, and he flashed you an appreciative smile. “Alright, if you’re sure,” he agreed, gathering up his things. “Goodnight, you two. Happy Birthday, Bin!” he called.

“Night, Chan!” You gave a small wave, and Changbin saluted with two fingers as the man quickly scurried out of your apartment in hopes of catching up with the others.

When the door was shut at last, you locked it with a relieved exhale and immediately made your way over to Changbin. He gave you a curious look as you slid your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you.

“What’s up?” his voice softened.

“Finally have you all to myself,” you murmured, reaching up to wipe a stray bit of frosting from the corner of his mouth. Changbin giggled shyly at that, and you breathed in his scent as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “Did you have fun, Binnie?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “You guys really got me today.”

You thought back to how inconsolably grumpy he had been, pressing an apologetic kiss to his head. “It was so hard to hold back from giving my baby attention all day,” you complained.

Changbin whined dramatically in agreement, bringing his face back into view to pout at you. “Even harder for me.”

“I know,” you sympathized. “That’s why I’ve got a gift to make it up to you.”

He squinted. “Didn’t you already give it to me?”

Changbin’s excitement had been akin to that of a kid in a candy store when he’d opened the present you’d gotten for him—a Leo necklace to match the zodiac shirt that he loved so much, as well as a new set of headphones after he'd managed to lose his for the umpteenth time. He’d sworn with the most endearing pinky promise that he’d be sure to keep track of them for you, but you were willing to bet that if you asked him where they were right now, he wouldn’t be able to say.

You ran your fingers carefully up and down his side, feeling up the curve of his waist before giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mm…this is a different kind of gift.”

There was a pause, then a faint flush spread across Changbin’s cheeks.

“Oh,” he squeaked.

You smiled, lifting your gaze to find his pupils dilated and locked on you. “Does that sound like something Binnie would want?”

The lilt of your voice was all it took to make him melt. He bit his lip before responding, a completely innocent quirk of his that still managed to drive you crazy.

“Yes, please.”

You unwrapped your arms from around him to take his hand into yours, delicately entwining your fingers.

“So polite.” You ran your thumb along the back of his warm hand. “Come on then, it’s in the other room.”

You tugged at Changbin’s arm, guiding him down the hall and into your shared bedroom. He glanced at you out of habit when you reached the bed, silently asking for your permission to make a move. You tilted your head to grant it, and he wasted no time before settling onto the mattress with a cute, giddy hum.

The way he watched you as you joined him made your heart beat faster in your chest. A look so dark and intense, but still so vulnerable, as if whatever happened to him next rested solely in the palm of your hand. Pain, pleasure, or anything in between; he would accept it all if it came from you.

“Binnie was so patient for me, today,” you purred, leaning so close that your lips were just a few centimeters apart from his. “He deserves an extra present, don’t you think?”

Changbin nodded slowly, eyes flickering down.

“My good boy,” you cooed, voice dripping with affection. “So good, even when everyone was so mean to you.”

The feeling of your breath fanning over his skin made him shiver lightly, and before he could manage to say anything, you closed the space between you, crashing your lips into his. He mewled in a way that he might’ve been embarrassed about if every part of his mind and body weren’t aching for your attention. Instead, all he felt was relief as he fell back into the comfort of the pillows with you.

Without breaking the kiss, you made your way on top of him. Your hands moved up to cup his face, squeezing his full cheeks to open up his mouth and slip your tongue past his plush lips. The birthday cake had left a lingering sweetness in Changbin’s taste, and you relished in it along with the sigh he let out as your tongue brushed against his.

He raised his arms to wrap them around your waist as the kiss heated up. You moved your mouth hungrily against his, only interrupting your rhythm to take his lower lip between your teeth. Changbin whimpered as you nibbled on the plump skin, filling you with the urge to bite it until it was swollen and bruised.

You pulled back for a moment to catch your breath. His half-lidded eyes met yours, their typical gleam clouded over with a haze of lust, and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a lopsided grin. You brushed your thumb along his doll-like lips, admiring how red they’d become in such a short time.

“You’re so pretty, Binnie,” you murmured, playing with his lower lip gently. Changbin’s breath hitched at the compliment, and you leaned back down to pepper his face with kisses. “My pretty baby. Everything about you is irresistible,” you mumbled between pecks.

He whined softly—a pointless protest when you knew how much each word of praise from you sent his arousal skyrocketing. His hands gripped the back of your shirt with more urgency as you moved down to his neck. You trailed wet kisses along his tender skin, and you felt a tinge of satisfaction when he began to squirm beneath you. He pushed his hips up ever so slightly, his hardening length pressing against your thigh.

The involuntary plea made you smirk against his skin, and you left one last open-mouthed kiss at the base of his throat before pulling back.

“Need something?” you asked innocently.

Changbin bit down on his lip, tensing in embarrassment as he realized how easily you’d read him. You slid your index finger down his chest, tracing the full curve of his pecs beneath his shirt. “If the birthday boy asks nicely, he can get whatever he wants.”

He averted his eyes without a word, making it clear that it would take some prompting on your part for him to admit what was on his mind. Your finger continued to trail down his stomach, and you marveled at the way it clenched under your feather-light touch.

“Don’t be shy,” you encouraged, earning a squeak when you gave his waist a pinch. “Don’t you want your gift?”

Changbin’s cheeks flushed, so deep that you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. He swallowed hard, bracing himself before finally speaking up.

“Want your mouth, please,” he breathed.

You pressed your lower half against his bulge, feeling a glimmer of amusement when he squeezed his eyes shut with a gasp.

“You gonna let me taste you, Binnie?” you teased. “I wonder if my baby’s sweeter than his cake.”

The mortified wail that escaped him didn’t disappoint. You giggled as he shoved his face into the pillow, the tips of his ears matching the shade of his cheeks. “Ah...really,” his groan came muffled. “Stop embarrassing me.”

“Stop being so cute and I’ll think about it.”

Changbin lifted his head to give you a half-hearted scowl, the pout on his face only serving to prove your point. You leaned down to press a kiss to his nose, and he mellowed out again in no time.

He spread his thighs obediently as you lifted yourself off of him to settle between his legs. Without warning, you began to palm at his bulge, and, like clockwork, he bucked up into your hand.

“Already so hard for me.” You gave him a gentle squeeze. “You love the attention, don’t you?”

He didn’t bother to deny it. Instead, he whimpered your name softly, and the sound coupled with the pure want in his expression was enough to make heat pool in your stomach.

Carefully, you slipped your fingers under the waistband of his pants to slide them down. Changbin lifted his hips off the mattress in an attempt to make things easier for you, and you gave his thigh an approving pat.

“Good boy,” you praised, making his eyes shine.

Changbin’s breath hitched as you tugged off his underwear and he sprang free, the cool air hitting his length in a way that made him quiver. You admired the sight briefly before taking him into your hold, giving him a few gentle pumps. “You ready, baby boy?”

“Yes, yes, please,” He didn’t waste a second. “Need you.”

It shouldn’t have surprised you anymore, how strained he would sound after just a few delicate touches, but even now it still made your heart flutter.

You gave the head of his cock a few kittenish licks, letting the taste of his precum flood your tongue. Changbin fully gasped, and it was soon followed by a broken moan when you wrapped your lips around him all at once.

The jolt of pleasure he felt was only amplified with the way you sucked intently on his tip, swirling your tongue around it in a way that made him certain he wouldn’t last long.

You began to bob your head along his dick, using your hand to stroke the base as you did so. His hips bucked reflexively when you slid your tongue along his slit, and he stuttered out a meek apology. You hummed around him in response, giving his thigh a squeeze to signal that it was okay.

Changbin’s moans gradually grew less and less restrained, and their sweet sound urged you on. You hollowed your cheeks around him, fully engulfing his cock with the silky heat of your mouth. He bit down hard on his lower lip in a failed attempt to mask an especially pathetic cry, hands pawing the bedsheets for something to grab onto.

You pulled off to catch your breath, releasing his length from your mouth with a sinful, wet pop. His chest rose and fell rapidly in the moments you gave him to compose himself, and he had to hold his tongue to stop himself from instantly begging you for more.

“You taste so good, I might just get addicted,” you purred, swiping your tongue across your lips for good measure. Changbin let out a flustered squeak at that, hands flying up to hide his face and making you giggle with delight. “Do you like it, baby?”

He peeked down at you timidly from between his fingers. “Mhm,” a low whimper was all he could manage. “Please, don’t stop.”

You shushed him gently, licking a long stripe up his cock and making him shudder. “I’m gonna take care of the birthday boy for as long as he needs.”

You took him fully into your mouth once more, and he released a sharp cry as his length hit the back of your throat, arching off the bed in a fit of pleasure.

“A—ah!” he choked out. “Please, please.” The veins in Changbin’s arms began to protrude from his death grip on the sheets, and you had to press down on his hips to pin them back against the mattress. You remained steady for as long as you could, swallowing around his cock and making him mewl your name.

“Close,” he warned, tossing his head from side to side. “Can I—ah—can I cum?”

You took your sweet time before letting him slip from your mouth again. A hiccup escaped him as the addictive heat was suddenly lost, leaving his dick twitching helplessly in protest against his stomach.  

Changbin’s eyes blinked open, his expression hazy and disoriented as it met your playful one. “No, please…” he slurred. “Wh-why?”

“You can hold out a little longer for me, can’t you, Binnie?” you pouted. “I’m not done tasting you yet.”

A low, pitiful whine built up inside him, exciting you more than it probably should. “Th-that’s not fair,” he objected weakly. “You said…you said you wouldn’t stop.”

You rubbed soothing circles into his thighs with your thumbs, trying to mask your amusement. “Hm…I did, didn’t I?” If Changbin hadn’t been so distracted by the hot ache in his abdomen, he might’ve caught on to the mischievous intent laced in your next words. “Alright, no more stopping.”

At that, you dragged your lips down his slick length once more, barely covering half of it before Changbin came undone all at once.

He emptied into your mouth with a near sob, seed spilling down your throat. You felt his thighs tremble beneath your fingertips as he thrusted shallowly into the heat of your mouth. He rode out his orgasm to completion, only finding it in him to control himself once the last wave of pleasure passed.

Though Changbin had stopped, you showed no signs of doing so. His cock spasmed on your tongue as you continued sucking gently, the mixture of drool and cum making the sensation all the more overwhelming for him.

A pitiful noise escaped the boy, and his hand flew up to cover his mouth when it dawned on him what you had in mind. He bit down hard on his palm, using all his willpower to resist thrashing around in the sheets as you worked your mouth without a care in the world.

Your lips curved playfully around his dick, unable to mask how much you enjoyed every broken plea and call of your name that echoed through the room.

Changbin’s free hand pawed around aimlessly in the sheets, searching for yours. You softened when you noticed it out of the corner of your eye, reaching out and locking your fingers with his.

He endured it as best he could for the next several seconds, jolting and whimpering, but never once complaining as you dragged your tongue along every inch of him.

Finally, when the overstimulation became too much to bear, he gave your hand an urgent squeeze, and you instantly pulled back, careful not to let your teeth graze his length when it slipped from your mouth.

Changbin panted heavily, flopping his head back against the pillow to recover from the intense, unrelenting pleasure you’d put him through.

After catching your own breath, you sat up from your position on the mattress to crawl back on top of him. You leaned down to press your lips against his plush ones, sliding your tongue into his mouth and eliciting a muffled whimper from him as his own essence flooded his tastebuds.

A thin trail of saliva connected your lips when you broke the kiss. Your gaze met his to find him looking practically entranced, eyes dark and wide and watching your every move with unfettered adoration.

“That was mean of me, huh?” you pouted. “But look at how well you took it. I’m so proud of you, angel.”

He licked his lips, his earlier shyness creeping back up on him. “Thank you,” he sighed.

“Don’t thank me yet.” You brushed your fingers through his damp hair. “There’s more to your present, if you want it.”

Changbin’s heart jumped at that, and though he looked utterly exhausted, you didn’t miss the glimmer of excitement that crossed his face.

“More?” he asked breathlessly.

“Only if you want. My baby deserves to be spoiled on his birthday, don’t you think?”

He giggled in response, scrunching up his nose before nuzzling bashfully into your palm.

“Is that a yes?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled into your hand. “Spoil me, please.”

With a smile, you gave his face an affectionate pat and shifted from on top of him. “Sit up for me, Binnie,” you ordered gently.

Despite how spent your mouth had left him, Changbin complied right away. He pulled himself upright on the bed, scooting back so that he was leaning against the headboard. “Good boy,” you cooed.

Changbin didn’t take his eyes off of you once as you undressed yourself at a very deliberate pace. You placed your garments to the side before settling into his lap, throwing a leg over his thighs to straddle him. His breath hitched when your heat pressed against his dick, making him jerk against you.

“Your body’s so honest,” you commented playfully, pushing your hips down to draw out a soft whimper from him. “How cute.”

He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, his whole body tensing in anticipation of your next move. You reached down to take his length into your hold, pleased to find that he had already grown half-hard again. With a deep inhale, you lined him up with your entrance and sank down slowly.

Changbin’s hands immediately grasped at the bedsheets, a moan escaping him that was nothing short of angelic. The way his cock stirred up your insides sent a shiver down your spine, and you let out a content sigh of your own as you connected with his base.

“Such a big boy,” you breathed, grazing your nails along his broad shoulders.

He squeezed his eyes shut, head falling forward to press against yours. “S-so good,” he stuttered. “Don’t know how much I can–ah–take.” As if to confirm his words, his cock twitched inside you.

“Mm, that’s alright, Binnie.” You rested your hand on the back of his head, tugging lightly at his hair. “You can cum whenever you want.”

At that, you lifted your hips to slide up on his length, and Changbin whined lowly as you came back down, walls fluttering around him.

You repeated the motion, carefully building up a steady pace. He was still hypersensitive from his earlier orgasm, and it was evident with every shameless moan that spilled out of his lips. “Hah...you’re amazing,” he gasped out. “Seriously g-gonna go crazy.”

His babbling made you laugh breathlessly. Using your grip on his shoulders for leverage, you began to bounce faster. “You’re so pretty like this, Binnie,” you cooed. “Letting out all those cute cries while you fill me up so perfectly. Such a good boy for me.”

Changbin practically keened at the praise, the sinful noise making you clench around his length. All that time you’d spent toying with him had gotten you more worked up than you’d realized, and when the head of cock brushed your sweet spot, you felt the heat in your core spread.

“Kiss me please,” he begged suddenly, his nose brushing against yours. “Wanna kiss...”

The adorable request made your heart skip a beat, and you quickly complied, pressing your lips against his hungrily. Changbin’s sweet voice spilled into your mouth, his hands flying up from the bedsheets to grab desperately at your hips.

His whines grew higher and higher in pitch until he finally broke the kiss with a sob. “G-gonna cum!” he warned. “Please...can’t hold back anymore!”

“Cum, baby boy. Let it all out.” You ignored the way your thighs began to burn from the effort, instead speeding up your movements to send him over the edge.

Within seconds, the tension in Changbin’s stomach snapped and his second orgasm washed over him. His mouth hung open, eyebrows knitting together as the white, hot pleasure flooded his senses. The feeling of his seed spilling inside of you brought about your own climax as well, and the way your walls clenched around his cock as you came nearly sent him into a frenzy.

Your shared panting echoed through the room as your highs gradually began to waver. When the last few jolts of pleasure had spread through your body, you blinked your eyes open to find Changbin in a blissed out state, hair tousled and skin glistening with sweat.

He gave you a shy, lopsided grin. “Can I say thank you now?”

Your face broke out into a smile of your own, and the sound of his boyish giggles graced your ears. “Sure, you can.”

You brushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, and he melted under your touch, pushing his face into your palm with a content sigh.

“I love you,” he murmured instead.

It came timid and quiet as ever, but that didn’t stop it from making butterflies erupt in your stomach. You slid your arms around his shoulders to pull him to your chest, and he nestled into you like second nature. “I love you, too,” you hummed. “Happy Birthday, Binnie.”

“Makes me wish every day was my birthday,” he joked, drowsiness quickly overtaking him.

“Yeah?” You pressed a kiss to his head. “I’ll be glad to treat my baby like this any day.”

[scarletkaoru]

lan and nynaeve can have the world, actually, theyre so sweet

also “Aes Sedai marry as seldom as Wisdoms. Few men can live with so much power in a wife, dimming them by her radiance whether she wishes to or not.”!?!? A 90s fantasy with a grounded take on relationships and sexism?? And then “Some men are strong enough”!?!? Im sorry maybe the bar is on the floor but I was not ready for this At All.

like nynaeve has grown up being doubted and disliked by people, especially men, for the fact that shes so headstrong and confident and talented (and rude but like shes human). And Lan, who has just seen her at her most sulky and headstrong, still likes her anyway? He compares her to a lion because he recognizes that at her worst she is that way because of her personality and her caring and he loves her more for it?

maybe im overreacting (or projecting lol) but it is just the sweetest thing. Im one book in things are gonna go wrong probably lol but its too late. Im ride or die for them now

[jellyfishloveletterghosts]

Some more thoughts Based on this post where you have your soulmates signature and Steve is a bat by @strangersatellites

I'm putting them in a new post so I don't derail it. I hope to I see several take on the initial concept. It's so fun.

Nancy and Jonathan he knows from back home they moved out here before him and have jobs at the paper. Are they are romantically involved or just friends now 🤷‍♀️ either way they work well together.

And they help Steve in his search. Jonathan knows where most of the murals in the city are and Nancy gives him some tips on getting people to give him information and a list of questions to help him along.

Benny has a deli across from one of them. He won't give up much, things good for business draws a crowd and if Eddie just happens to a regular who always tips good well why would he sell him out. Still he does offer Steve a sandwich and a list of a few murals that are lesser known in the city.

Heather works in the shop across from on and is annoyed in the uptick of customers. They're cutting into her down time. She didn't see anything anyway and she tells Steve he's wasting his time. The Bat is a ghost no one ever seen him. Or so she says.

Steve still has to work so there are days when he makes no progress, gets nowhere on finding his soul mate. Spends sleepless night tracing the bat on his hip and looking at the picture Jonathan gave him hoping somewhere in the is a clue.

So on and so forth skipping ahead.

Then the Robin thing I initially brought up

I can see a Steve running around the city type of thing happening because of this. He’s turning into a real detective, asking about all the murals, folks who live in the area. Steve meeting other characters from Stranger Things as he moves closer to his goal of finding his soulmate. He’s checked every single one he knows of is commiserating at the bar by the latest one. Robin is a bartender, mostly waving off his search until he waxes on about his soulmate and how talented they are. Steve isn’t the usual sort looking for Eddie so she slips him the address for another bar, one that play live music, has art all over, tells him to check it out. CC is of course play in front of the biggest mural Steve’s seen from his soul mate yet.

Steve wants to memorize every aspect of the mural, wants to take in every detail but it's hard with a band playing right in front of it. Harder still when his eyes catch on the lead singer and can look away. Mesmerized for an entire set.

He doesn't even realize he's just been sitting there watching until the band leaves for a break. Then he's turning to the bartender, an older man in flannel, asking about the mural. Wayne chuckles, "you'll have to ask the owner about that but he doesn't usually talk about it."

Steve's a little tipsy form earlier as he accepts the beer Wayne slides to him like a condolence. Sulky over one more obstacle standing between him and his person. "Could you ask him anyhow, please?" Wayne looks him over takes in his downtrodden face and the begging tone of his voice before giving a nod.

Steve’s not very hopeful by the time Wayne slides another beer to him either a shrug. He stays for the band and hopes that maybe if he's persistent he'll get the information. Nancy always insists sleuthing takes persistence.

He's mesmerized all over again and feels like dark eyes are boring into him, like this one's just for him. Which is silly, he's drunk and he's never heard this band, much less met the man singing. No way would he be singling him out, just a trick of the lights and the third beer he ordered.

When the singer climbs down from the stage he trips over a light playing it off as a bow. But what stands out to Steve is dark eyes still hooked on him as Eddie dances through the crowd signing autographs and giving hugs.

Steve turns away, it's a lot, too much and he's still ninety percent sure he's imagining it. All up until there's a sweaty musician's chest brushing against his arm as Eddie leans on the bar next to him, "so I hear you've been asking about our favorite artist."

I dunno I'm sorely tempted to write it write it but I've got so many wips already so I jsut wanted to get out some thought because I found the concept so inspired.

[vintagerpg]

If TSR had one tried and true talent, it was taking a killer idea and just, not killing with it. Such is the case with REF3: The Book of Lairs (1986).

This is a groundbreaking book in a lot of ways. It’s a whole new approach for TSR. It’s just the third time they published a square-bound softcover (after Elemental Evil and Lankhmar) and it is one of the first adventure anthologies. But not regular adventures: these are very short mini-adventures — as the title implies, they generally focus on a monster’s lair. This is actually a pretty new type of encounter, called, well…an encounter. We’ve since digested the form and terminology so thoroughly into the language of RPG design that it is hard to talk about it as an innovation, but this way pretty cutting edge stuff that would bridge the gap between the old school dungeon design, the new narrative frameworks emerging through Tracy Hickman’s adventures and the encounter-crawl narrative adventures of that would dominate D&D adventure design in the ‘90s.

And yet, I find this execution so boring! There is so little art and what’s there is sketchy and mostly uninspired (even the cover, which is good, is recycled from Dragon 65). The monsters are mostly standards: giant animals, the gamut of monstrous humanoids, most of the undead types. None of them are bad, per se. The problem is there is very little distinguishing them from the sort of encounters any given DM might come up with. This is a chance to be WEIRD, to use bizarre monsters, or bizarrely use familiar ones. Only two stand out for me — one involving thri-kreen guarding an idol inhabited by the spirit of all insects and one involving a pseudovampie, which is kind of underwhelming on its own, but really comes together when you reskin it as a sulky goth kid pretending to be a vampire in a graveyard.

[mitsuyeaah]

tr characters reacting to you obsessing over a male celebrity

mitsuya, hanma, sanzu, rindou, ran

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ TAKASHI MITSUYA

is the calmest about it. he likes seeing you fangirl over celebrities because he thinks it’s cute, would also agree with you and be like “mhm, yeah, he is handsome.” this man KNOWS that he has your whole heart and vice versa so he wouldn’t worry one bit, the ring on your finger says so. since mitsuya likes seeing you happy, he’d go out of his way to buy concert tickets for your favourite boy group/singer.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ SHUJI HANMA

TRIES to hide the fact that he’s jealous but gives it away by huffing and sighing loudly as you’re watching your favourite actor on the tv. he’d say things like “pfft, he’s not even that good at acting!” “i’m so much better than him.” while having his arms crossed over his chest, bottom lip practically jutting out but nonetheless, shuji watches every bit of the show if it means spending time with you.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ HARUCHIYO SANZU

doesn’t even try to hide that he’s jealous and WILL make you know that he is. haru knows its silly that he’s jealous over a celebrity but he can’t help it, this man does not like sharing. you’d be stalking the celebrity on social media and liking every single picture while he lays his head on your shoulder and pouts while going “baby, what do you even see in him.” as he throws an arm over your stomach, trying to get your attention.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RINDOU HAITANI

acts nonchalant about it BUT is jealous deep down. you’d be talking about how dreamy and talented your favourite celebrity is and rindou would just nod and give dry answers “yeah.” “mhm, he’s ok.” he’d be holding his nose high and if you ask him what’s wrong, he’d brush if off and be like “nothing..” but you know its not nothing. then you’d have to pull him close to you and reassure him that you’re his, and only his.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RAN HAITANI

he’s knows that you’re basically smitten with him but gets jealous, nonetheless. he’d be like shuji and comment about your favourite celebrity, saying things like “babe, i’m more handsome than him.” “are you literally turning down THE ran haitani for that?” this makes you want to push his buttons even more and be like “he’s SO sexy.” because you like seeing him all riled up and humbled for once which gets all pouty and sulky all day.

© mitsuyeaah

[ninetqs]

TRICK OR TREAT MINAH do you have more chalex <3

they're lesbians. surprise

This isn’t the first time they’re being corralled pre-race into some silly PR stuff, and it won’t be the last. Alex expected it the moment she read the headline saying Charles would be moving up that year. Two girls on the grid—two talented girls on the grid—was unprecedented. Hell, if Alex were a marketing intern, she’d milk the shit out of them too.

That doesn’t mean she has to like it, though.

“You’ll be playing against—oh, here they are now,” the staff member begins, and is promptly cut off by Charles’ gasp.

“Antonio!” she shouts, clapping Antonio on the back. He flushes slightly, but manages to get a greeting out before she launches into hasty Italian. 

Behind him, Artur waves at Alex. Alex waves back.

“Ferrari drivers, am I right?” Alex jokes. Artur only makes a noncommittal noise back, his eyes shifting back towards Charles every few seconds.

Alex can’t help but snort at how obvious he is. The staff member waits patiently off to the side as Antonio and Charles chat; Charles is loud, all dramatic hand movements as she discusses what Alex imagines is her earlier wall tap, judging by the sound effects she makes. Antonio laughs at that, which makes Charles laugh even more, and something in Alex sours.

“The game?” Alex prompts, nodding to the staff member.

“Oh, yes!” She stands up straighter and herds Charles back in Alex’s direction. Charles falls into line without complaint, and Alex soon feels Charles’ eyes bearing into the side of her face again. “Okay, so as I was saying, you guys will be split into teams and…”

The game is simple. She’ll ask them a question and they’ll have to write down their answer. Whichever pair has the most matching answers wins. 

Charles’ face scrunches up. “We are going to do terribly,” she grumbles. 

“No faith,” Alex says, but she privately agrees. She doesn’t know how much she and Charles have in common, other than being girls, but it can’t be much. 

“If only our partners were swapped,” Charles laments, picking up her whiteboard.

“You each need to pick a team name too,” the staff member says. “Pick while I set up the camera.”

Alex is content to let Charles decide, and decide Charles does: “Let’s be… Team Guys.” 

“Team Guys,” Alex repeats in a deadpan. “Is that a French word?”

“No, no. Like, Team Men. Guys,” Charles repeats, with emphasis, as if that makes any more sense. “Since we both have guy names. It is about the irony.”

Alex’s head whips around, and she makes proper eye contact with Charles for the first time that day. “Excuse me, I do not have a guy name,” she huffs. “And neither do you.” 

Charles’ real name is Charlotte. Everyone knows this. The Sharl comes from the first syllable. It’s easier to say in a hurry.

Charles pouts, hugging the whiteboard to her chest. “My male cousin is named Alex, you know,” she argues.

“Alexander, probably.”

“No,” Charles says, stubborn. “Just Alex.”

Alex rolls her eyes. The last thing she needs—or wants, really—is to draw more attention to how she’s not a guy. It’s an objectively stupid name anyway. Everybody already knows why they’ve been paired up.

“No, Charles.” She uses the name to soften the blow, but keeps her voice firm. “Let’s just use… I don’t know. Team Art.”

“Team Art,” Charles repeats, like the very word makes her sick. “Fine.”

She’s sulky for all of five seconds before the staff member calls for their attention and she brightens back up. Alex finds it impressive how quickly she can move on from disappointment. She’s never seen her sad for more than a few minutes.

To Alex’s private relief, Artur and Antonio pick Team Trident as their name. It sounds better because of the alliteration, but it’s objectively just as uninspired as theirs.

The game proceeds smoothly enough, and by that, she means it goes exactly how Charles predicted: terribly.

Favourite season to race in? Charles says spring. Alex says fall.

Favourite Italian food? Charles says pizza. Alex says pasta.

Favourite track on the calendar this year? Charles says Monza. Alex says Silverstone. To be fair, they would’ve never agreed on this one even if they were given a thousand retries.

The end result is a total demolition. 9-2 in the Trident’s favour. Charles buries her head in her hands when she sees the prize: a signed Sebastian Vettel driver card. Originals, not photocopies.

“You’re going to be driving with him in a few years anyway,” Alex consoles her, patting her back. “I’m sure he’ll give you all the signed driver cards you want then.”

“I did not want it for me,” Charles huffs, then adds matter-of-factly, “My brother is also a Ferrari fan, you know.”

“Of course,” Alex says, and notes how unsubtly Charles dodged the rest of her comment.

[ginxyy]

A dance of hearts

Visiting Hoshi in a dance practice was full of fun, jealousy and confessions 

As I stepped into the bright studio, the air was thick with a mix of adrenaline and laughter. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor melded with the upbeat rhythm that pulsated from the speakers. My heart raced not just from the lively atmosphere, but because Hoshi was at the center of it all his infectious energy radiating like sunlight. It had been a few months since we became ‘us.’ Each day felt like a new chapter in a beautiful story that I never wanted to end.

Hoshi stood confidently in front of the stage, his arms animatedly weaving through the air as he challenged the members of Seventeen to match his enthusiasm. However, as I silently watched him, I couldn’t help but admire him for more than just his talent. There was something utterly captivating about the way he poured his heart into teaching, his eyes sparkling like stars against the backdrop of the studio lights. My heart swelled with pride, and I called out to him, “You’ve got this, Hoshi!” He turned at the sound of my voice, and for a moment, the world faded away. A grin broke across his face, illuminating the room.

But as fate would have it, this carefree moment took an unexpected turn. As he demonstrated a particularly complex move, the dance studio echoed with the sound of something clattering to the ground. Hoshi cursed softly under his breath, falling silent as he groaned, “I broke the camera!” The crew had been using it to film their choreography practice. A chorus of gentle laughs erupted around him, and before I could join in, he added, “Alright, I’ll be back! I’m just going to grab a new one.”

“I’ll stay here!” I called after him, waving enthusiastically as he dashed off to the nearest electronics store. In his absence, I basked in the dynamic atmosphere of the studio, yet as moments turned into minutes, I found myself drawn into conversation with Mingyu, who had been watching me from a distance.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he grinned, sidling closer. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his boldness. “Is it not a bit lonely waiting for your boyfriend?”

“Not with you around, I guess,” I replied teasingly. There was a lightness to our banter; he was charming, effortlessly funny, and with each moment, I found myself laughing at his jokes and infectious personality.

“See? I knew you’d miss me if I left!” he shot back playfully. I leaned against the barre, enjoying the playful teasing, but in the back of my mind, I felt the slightest twinge of guilt. I could imagine Hoshi’s expressive face, and a fluttering sense of mischief danced in my stomach when I thought about how the light banter could ignite jealousy in him.

Just then, the studio doors swung open, and Hoshi returned, a sleek new camera in hand. He surveyed the room, his gaze landing on Mingyu and me locked in laughter. The playful gleam in his eyes shifted, morphing into something protective as he approached. “What’s going on here?” he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of irritation.

Mingyu straightened up, that ever-so-sly grin still playing across his lips. “Just keeping your girlfriend entertained while you were gone!” Mingyu laughed, though his humor was laced with a touch of mischief.

Hoshi’s expression hardened, and I could sense the shift in the atmosphere. Jealousy was swirling around him like a dark cloud, and without a second thought, he stepped close to me, wrapping his arm possessively around my shoulder. “You don’t need to entertain her, Mingyu. She’s with me.” His voice held a firmness that I found both hilarious and endearing.

With a newfound intensity radiating from him, he pulled me closer, attempting to create a barrier between me and Mingyu, who only grinned wider at Hoshi’s sudden sulkiness. It was sweet, really seeing how fiercely he cared. But his sulking didn’t quell the laughter in the room.

Once the laughter subsided, I turned to Hoshi, his expression softening slightly as I saw the slightest hint of embarrassment painting his cheeks. “Hoshi,” I said softly, squeezing his hand, “you don’t need to be jealous.”

He looked at me, frustration flickering in his eyes. “But I—”

I didn’t let him finish, stepping up on my toes to close the small distance between us. “Hoshi,” I whispered, “you’re the one I love.” The words slipped out before I could think, but I felt the weight of them hanging in the air a promise and a truth I never wanted to hold back.

In that moment, his brow furrowed for just a second before his face lit up, his features transforming into a radiant smile that stole my breath away. “You love me?” he echoed, his voice a mix of disbelief and overwhelming happiness.

I nodded, “Yes, of course!” And before I knew it, he cupped my face in his hands, pulling me into a kiss that felt like a warm embrace against the world around us.

Time seemed to stand still as our lips connected a beautiful intertwining of souls where everything faded but the love we shared. As we pulled away, breathless, I looked into his eyes and saw the depths of his joy reflected back at me. “I love you too,” he whispered, and it felt monumental.

Hoshi kissed me again, a soft peck at first, then with a deeper urgency that thrilled us both. He peppered my cheeks with quick kisses, each one igniting a spark within me. His laughter mixed with my own, creating a harmony that filled the air, drowning out any remaining sounds of the world around us.

And as the world continued to spin, I found solace in his arms his warmth enveloping me, protecting me, and reminding me that my heart had truly found its home.

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Talking about the Mötley Crüe tarot cards, and how perfectly they fit with each of the members cause I haven't seen anybody talk about this yet.

Nikki,the Devil - I think this one is pretty self explanatory. The devil (upright) represents addiction, oppression, dependency and powerlessness and this fits so well with young Nikki who was strung out on heroin and powerless in the face of his addiction.

The devil reversed however represents independence, freedom, release and the reclaiming of one's power which is perfect for older Nikki who gets over his addiction and reforms and metamorphosizes into a far better human being.

It's kinda funny because Nikki is the only one who's card has a more positive connotation when in reverse but I think this also represents how Nikki's life only really started looking up when he got older and kicked his addiction.

Vince , the sun - the sun upright represents confidence, optimism and success and Vince is obviously very confident and optimistic in his daily life and all of them are obviously very successful because of Mötley crüe.

The sun reversed though means pessimism, conceitedness and unrealistic expectations. When things don't immediately go Vince's way he becomes sulky and miserable, and things usually only don't go his way because he has unrealistic expectations, he either holds people or himself to too high a standard and gets fucked because they or he obviously couldn't live up to said expectation.

Vince can also be conceited he's very vain and empathises his self importance often throughout their entire career, and this fact has bit him in the ass multiple times.

 Tommy , The Lovers - I know his card technically only says “the lover” but no such card exists, so I assume they just based it off the lovers which represents love (duh), balance, unity and choices.

Tommy has a lot of love to give and hands it out in spades to anybody who he's even passively liked or talking to. He also definitely brings a balance to the band that isn't talked about enough, in the early days he was definitely the middle ground for any spats between Nikki and Vince, listening and comforting them both in his own way and being fair by not picking a side and just hearing them out until he could eventually calm Nikki down and explain the situation better from Vince's point of view and vice versa. He also unionises the guys by by being this comfortable loving presence that's usually so understanding.

The lovers in reverse however means disharmony/chaos, imbalance and bad choices. We all know Tommy can be a very chaotic force to be reckoned with and this can cause imbalance in the established relationships that he has with the other members because yes he's quick to love, he's also quick to hate and sometimes without warning with how quickly his mood can change which can lead to a lot of confusion and disharmony. Also I don't need to tell you that Tommy has made some bad decisions in his life.

Mick , the magician - this card upright means willpower, resourcefulness, skill, and manifestation.

I've never seen a man with more willpower than Mick Mars who continued just doing the thing that he loves despite the pain and all the times he thought he wouldn't make it. He is extremely resourceful, in fact his resources were the only way they funded Mötley at the very beginning and he very clearly is a skilled guitar player.

The magician in reverse means cunning, wasted talent and deception/illusion.

Mick has always been open in his overwhelming determination to have a successful band and I think he's definitely screwed a few people over in his life because of this fact (like Mötley's rhythm guitarist and he definitely deprived his own children time with him because of this).

I don't think Mick wasted his talent, but if he got too comfortable in his suburban lifestyle then he definitely would have (and according to the dirt, he almost did).

Idk, this post probably won't interest anybody, but I just thought I should bring this up and explain how I saw why they picked the cards for the members.

[leejeongz]

🫧 small things evnne would do as your boyfriend 🫧

pairing: boyf!evnne x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of food

a/n: just a reminder that i don’t write for 06 and younger (jihoo), see rules

⋆ hanbin

⋆ he’s the BIGGEST flirt and loves to see you panicking and blushing

⋆ but he just laughs in your face instead of calling you cute he just cannot help himself 💀

⋆ the most supportive bf, he will be your personal cheerleader no matter what the event and he will never get tired of it

⋆ PDA and lots of it, but if you initiate it he’s gonna tease you for it (he loves it tho fr)

⋆ “it reminded me of you and i missed you so much so i had to buy it” gift giver vs “hanbin, you were gone for an hour” gift receiver

⋆ tries to teach you to dance sometimes and is very honest about it… but sings your praises to everyone else even if ur trash

⋆ bro literally gets cute aggression whenever your around, he just gets the urge to eat u in a cute loving way lmfao

⋆ this man always knows what to say to you like he just says the right thing at the right time and you immediately feel comforted

other members under the cut

⋆ keita

⋆ he’s obsessed with you i mean OBSESSED everything about you is just so fascinating to him

⋆ star gazing + cloud spotting <333

⋆ gets extremely sulky when you watch an ep of a show without him and makes you rewatch it by his side

⋆ when you’re feeling down, he orders your favourite pizza and cuddles you on the sofa until you’re ready to talk

⋆ let’s you be in his studio while he’s recording or composing because he wants to show off

⋆ and also because he thinks it’s cool when you show off your musical talents in there too

⋆ gets lost in your eyes when you talk and half stops listening for a brief moment until you pull him up on it

⋆ gentle pecks on your shoulder when he can tell you’re getting nervous/anxious

⋆ you and his family become SOOO close, he takes you to visit all the time, you’re so precious to all of them

⋆ jeonghyeon

⋆ subtle matching couple items that he’s just waiting for someone to ask him about so he can tell them about you

⋆ the way he looks at you gives you butterflies, of course it does, but the way he looks at you when you’re not looking gives other people butterflies he literally adores you and everything that you do everyone is envious

⋆ speaking of, he gets jealous when you give absolutely anyone else more attention than you’re giving him in that moment

⋆ i’m talking full pout and a passive aggressive comment under his breath which he most certainly takes back when you hear him

⋆ even tho he’s ur boyfriend he still tries too hard to impress you sometimes 😭 styling his hair with wayyy too much gel for example

⋆ nags. but in a teasing “you should’ve brought your own” kinda way

⋆ needs you to kiss his nose 24/7 but will he ever admit it? no absolutely not.

⋆ seungeon

⋆ he thinks you’re the funniest person ever istg

⋆ like he’s laughing all the time when he’s with you

⋆ a hugeeee prankster (but he knows ur limits) you’ll hear him giggling at your reaction and you’ll definitely want pay back lmaoo

⋆ when you get sick, he makes you soup (pours it out of a can and heats it up in the microwave ) and waits by the side of your bed for a compliment

⋆ he is 100% the type to kiss you once on the cheek or the lips and then not be able to stop kissing you

⋆ is gonna be singing to you half the day and it’s always gonna sound so damn good you’ll run out of ways to tell him how amazing he is

⋆ the other half of the day he’s complaining that his throat hurts and he needs you to make him some tea (because no one makes it like you do and he’s grown far too attached to you and your tea lol)

⋆ squishes your cheeks when you’re least expecting it

⋆ yunseo

⋆ this man 😭

⋆ loves his physical affection, having his arms around you when you’re doing absolutely anything, holding your hand, his hand on your thigh/knee when you’re sitting together 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

⋆ he finds comfort in being close to you and being able to hold your hand

⋆ gets sO shy when you compliment him, he’s gonna be blushing and questioning you the whole time with a cute little smile he cannot BELIEVE

⋆ buys your fav ice cream when he gets in from practice late hoping that you’re still awake so you can watch some disney+ together while eating the ice cream

⋆ he takes serious relationship talks very seriously and always wants to be a better boyfriend to you so he listens and apologises very sincerely (he can definitely hold his own tho don’t get me wrong)

⋆ glances at your lips when you talk, thinks he’s being subtle and discreet but he’s defo not

⋆ buys you a teddy bear for your birthday every year without fail to cuddle in bed when he's not there (but tells you it doesn’t beat the real thing (it doesn’t))

⋆ junghyun

⋆ pet. names. all of them. any that you can think of and more. without shame !!

⋆ (okay maybe he’s a bit shy at first but it doesn’t take him long before he’s firing them out left right and centre)

⋆ goes absolutely crazy for a forehead kiss and will give you puppy eyes if you don’t deliver

⋆ his hoodies = your hoodies

⋆ in fact, he gets a bit offended if you say that you don’t wanna wear them

⋆ rests his head on your shoulder and pretends to sleep

⋆ but he’s actually just laughing to himself about how fast your heart is beating cos of him

⋆ his first i love you being the most embarrassing thing ever for him that he’ll never live down (you MUST tease him for his shyness)

⋆ he’s gonna learn to bake for you and you’re gonna love the cookies he makes 🫵🏻

⋆ random trips to get fast food

[harmonica-demon]

Who wanted more of Eddie Munsons little half-sister? Jk, I can’t hear you so I’m going to write them anyways. I’ll take it

Another drabble (ish) work with Chloe and Eddie (This is a standalone thing but can be read with the other ones I’ve written as it takes place in the same au)

Eddie was waiting for Chloe when she got off the bus, as he always was. It was just a new part of his routine, picking her up from the Elementary bus stop closest to the trailer park. Today she hopped off the bus as usual, only a whole lot more sulky when she walked up to him.

“What’s up, Chlo?”

She huffed and didn’t respond, skulking past him like he was any other annoying person on the street.

He followed her, at least she was walking down the path to the trailer and not defiantly going another way, “did something happen?”

No response.

“Okay, yeah, dumb question,” he relented, “something always happens. Was it a fight?”

Silence.

“Right. Teacher say something?” She turned on her heels, her fists clenched tight at her sides as she glared up at him, “shut up!”

He stopped walking when he turned around, “what the hell, Chloe? I’m just trying to help.”

She made a noise of frustration and started walking again, the opposite way of the trailer this time, great.

He still followed her, he wasn’t going to leave her to get lost and starve to death. “Hey, where are you going, little miss grumpy?”

“I said shut up!” She yelled back at him.

“Sorry, princess grumpy then.” He rolled his eyes, “seriously, what’s up with you?”

Chloe stopped again, turning to him with the same pose, fists held tightly at her side. “I hate you! Go away!”

He crossed his arms, “you can hate me, but I’m not leaving, princess.” “Why not?” She whined, her shoulders slumping, her eyebrows un-scrunching. The whiplash of her emotions still caught him off guard. Screaming at him one moment, being what looked on the verge of tears the next.

Eddie couldn’t be mad at her. His expression softened, “because you’re my sister, you know? We stick together, alright?”

She looked down and kicked at a rock, “just your half-sister,” she mumbled.

“Doesn’t matter, I care about you. That’s what counts.” He paused, when she didn’t say anything, Eddie continued, “you wanna talk about it?”

She shook her head.

“Okay.” He wouldn’t push her, she didn’t need that. Being here was enough, “It’s pretty cold out. You really should start wearing you jacket,” he nodded his head in the direction of the trailer, “better get inside. I’ll make you hot chocolate.”

She glanced up at him, her head still tilted towards the ground, “really?”

“Sure,” he shrugged, sticking his hands in his pocket “I do happen to make the best hot chocolate. Be a shame to waste that talent,” he grinned at her, “what do you say, milady, up for a sugary treat to warm your insides?”

She smiled softly, and it was a start.

It didn’t matter what happened, he figured as they walked back together, as long as she was okay. As long as he could get her to smile at the end of the day, as long as she could be safe and happy somewhere, that’s what mattered.

And he would always make sure she had that.

…

Other shorts with Chloe and Eddie if you liked this one :] Dead of Night 

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