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maybe like a hot roomate smut,? y/n and hyunjin are roomates for a while now but they barely interact and talk. one day late at night while y/n is drinking water in their shared kitchen (in just panties and a oversized shirt) hyunjin barges in for a midnight snack too (shirtless as he was sleeping) they both awkwardly bump into eachother seeing each other in such less clothing but they finally suck it up and have a good deep convo for the 1st time as roomates and they get to know a lot abt eachother. just to mention y/n is sitting on the kitchen counter while hyun is standing and the sexual tension arises mid convo. can this smut be limited to dry humping and tons of marking lolol

SPILLED TEA — HYUNJIN.

pairing: hyunjin x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: dry humping, tons of marking as requested a/n: first hyunjin request completed YAY

your mind felt so heavy. it’s been hours since you tried to fall asleep, but nothing helped. normally, you would’ve masturbated and immediately dozed off. but now, since you moved in with this weird guy hyunjin, you couldn’t do that. the walls were too thin and the thought of another guy in the apartment did not help you relax.

it was a shared apartment that you rented, the only one available within your budget. so you had to close your eyes at the fact that you had to live with a guy.

your expectations were low, but it turned out completely opposed to what you were expecting. it felt like hyunjin was not even there. you never knew when he was home. most of the times he was drawing his university assignments in his room and occasionally coming to the kitchen to cook something.

you didn’t mind it at all. honestly, it was even better that you barely saw each other. but when you did… it was awkward as hell.

tired of tossing and turning in bed, you left your room. the only thing that could help you clear your mind right now would be a glass of fresh water.

the kitchen air was so cold compared to your comfy bed, it made you shiver and wrap your hands around yourself. the bills for heating were atrocious, so you and hyunjin agreed to turn it off completely for the night. your skin immediately filled with goosebumps, as you were only wearing an oversized shirt.

“oh! i thought you were asleep, sorry.”

you heard a voice behind you when you almost emptied the glass.

hyunjin.

“it’s okay, i’m already leaving.” you cleared your throat out of awkwardness and turned around, looking at the direction of the sound, only for your eyes to land on hyunjin’s bare chest.

your jaw dropped to the floor. hyunjin was standing in front on you in a pajama pants only with his abs grabbing all your attention. it was so hard to look away, when the muscles were so tight and well-defined, with a prominent v-line disappearing after the waistband. the pants were barely holding on his hips, making it look like they could fall down any second and reveal his dick. the outline of it was so distinct too. he looked so hot that it had heat forming between your thighs. you were so engrossed in looking at his body that you didn't even notice how he came closer.

“sorry- can i-“ his voice was raspy as if he just woke up. the next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the waist for a split second to move you out of the way.

this small act already gave you another wave of goosebumps. it was embarrassing how loud you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. what was it with you today? did your pussy unleash only because you saw him half-naked?

“maybe we should turn on the heating for the night too.”

“what?”

huynjin pointed at your goosebumps.

“ah!” you laughed awkwardly. “no, it’s not that cold in my room, so it’s fine.”

hyunjin nodded. “same. that’s why i can sleep naked comfortably.”

“you… sleep naked?” you almost choked on your spit.

you’ve never had a full conversation before, and now he shared the most random info with you out of the blue?

“yeah. did you know that’s really good for your body?” he replied confidently like it was a well-known fact.

what you were sure of now was that the thought of him sleeping naked wouldn't get out of your head for a long time.

“i’m sorry.” hyunjin smiled. “i’m oversharing.”

“no-no!” you waved your hands. “i’m happy to talk with you! we actually never had a proper talk since i moved in.”

“you’re right. i thought about this too.” he nodded, turning a kettle on. “tea?”

”sure.” you smiled back, hopping onto the countertop.

it didn't hide from hyunjin how your t-shirt slightly pulled up, exposing your bare thighs. he swallowed nervously and turned away, taking out the mugs.

“tell me about yourself.” you said, wiggling your feet.

“ugh-“ his voice trembled a little. “i’m in arts major. i love to draw, but sometimes i feel like i’m doing it only to pass the class. you probably noticed that i’m always in my room. that’s because i don’t even have the energy to go out somewhere.” he handled you the mug.

“no, i get it. but i feel like you should force yourself to go out, or you’ll be stuck in this condition forever.”

hyunjin nodded, leaning on the counter next to you. “what about you, though?”

“mhm… i study in the same uni as you, i’m a second year. i’m very short on money, so that’s why i moved in with you…”

“ah right. i thought you saw a picture of me on the ad and decided to get closer to me this way.” he grinned.

“excuse me?!” you both laughed.

the mood has completely changed, and for the first time since you moved in, you felt comfortable being around hyunjin.

“fuck!” you yelled out of pain as the hot tea spilled on your thighs. you were laughing so hard that you tilted the mug.

“oh shit!” hyunjin’s reaction was quick. he immediately grabbed the towel and placed it on your thighs, rubbing it to collect all the liquid. “does it hurt?”

“not that much. i think i got scared more than in actually hurts.” you answered after the shock state disappeared, accessing the situation you’ve got yourself it.

hyunjin stood between your legs, with his hands on your thighs. obviously, there was a towel between you, but it didn’t help the way your breath quickened. suddenly, you’ve forgotten how to think, your brain became mushy and your skin was burning from the light touch.

hyunjin looked at you will a deep worry on his face. “are you sure you are okay? i can grab some ice if you ne-“

you didn’t let him walk away, taking his hand and placing it back on your thigh. your cheeks flushed out of embarrassment, but you couldn’t control yourself anymore.

hyunjin looked at you for a moment and then his lips curved into a smile as he squeezed your thighs. you felt week in the knees again. he wasn’t smirking, instead, he was giving you a smile of assurance that made you want him even more.

watching how your body reacted to him was embarrassing. you became so touch starved all of a sudden and your neediness was out in the open for him to see. the towel went flying somewhere while his hands remained resting on your soft skin.

hyunjin was so close that you could smell the scent of his cologne. surely you’ve smelt his perfume before - it was standing right on the shelf in the bathroom, but it was different now. his face was right next to yours for the first time. he licked his lips, hands never leaving your thighs. you could swear hyunjin was doing it on purpose just to tease you. and you had to admit it was working.

surprisingly, his close presence didn’t make you want to run away back to your room. but the way his eyes scanned you so intensely made you shiver.

he was waiting for you to say something before he could continue. you could see his gaze shifting between your eyes and lips, and it made you close your eyes in reflex.

a second later, you felt his warm breath on your cheek as his hands caressed up your thighs. a whimper stuck in your throat.

it felt like an eternity has passed before you felt his lips on yours – touching you so softly, you were not even sure it was really happening.

hyunjin licked past your parted lips and sucked on the bottom one between his teeth. his stomach fluttered at the whimper you made, making him want to taste you more, hear you more, feel your plush lips on his more, nip at your bottom lip until your were breathless. but the feeling of his throbbing dick pressing against his pants got him too desperate.

he was hard and so horny.

a loud whine left you as hyunjin’s lips just barely bit the sensitive spot on your neck. he continued to leave marks all over your skin, while the pads of his fingers lightly touched the wet spot on your panties. your legs were already spread wide, but it seemed like it wasn’t his intentions.

instead of taking you right on the counter, he started humping his clothed crotch against your leg. he wasn’t wearing any underwear since he just woke up, so you could clearly feel his hard dick twitching in his pants. the downright sinful view of him fucking your leg like some dog in heat was something you thought you’d never be able to forget.

“you look so hot, with your legs spread just for me.” goosebumps ran all over your skin when he murmured against it.

his hand squeezed your thigh again, dangerously close to the hem of your panties, as he dragged his nose up to your jaw and left another bite, pressing a soft kiss right after.

you shifted in place, unable to remain calm, when he was all over you like that. your gaze fell down on your leg again and you gasped. his cock was leaking so hard with precum that it already left a big wet stain all over his crotch. you could feel the wetness of the fabric with your own skin.

you were about to offer him your mouth instead, but got cut off with his fingers playing with the hem of your panties.

hyunjin pressed another kiss on your neck and you leaned your head to the side to give him better access. he was too focused on giving and receiving pleasure, he didn’t even think of teasing you about how easily you gave yourself to him. he moved further down your neck as his fingers circled over the wet spot on your panties. you were so soaked.

your skin tingled in places where he touched you. soft whines were leaving your mouth as you spread your legs impossibly wide, just so you could feel his long fingers on your clothed pussy. your breathing became erratic and you could swear you’ve never been so turned on. but to be fair, you’ve never had a guy dry humping your leg.

“you like that?” he hummed, while his lips were adding new marks and bites on your neck.

“please- need more.” you thought you were about to go crazy if he wouldn’t fuck you soon.

“not now.”

“but whyyy?” you pouted.

hyunjin didn’t respond, making you forget the question with his fingers moving in circles over your still clothed clit.

all you could do was whine his name as he sucked sweet little lovebites all over your neck. his hips started to jerk up faster, wet fabric brushing over his already red, throbbing cock; and it was a signal that he was so close to cumming.

you were panting and absolutely soaking through your underwear. your could already feel the mess you created between your legs. your slick must’ve been smeared all over your folds, and you wanted nothing more than to have hyunjin’s fingers in there. the orgasm was building much slower than usual, but all you could do was just obey and let him fuck your leg dry.

as soon as his thrusts against your legs became rougher, his fingers began to press harder on your clit. you didn't feel like you were still wearing underwear anymore - your panties were so soaked. his skilled continued to circle around your throbbing clit and pleasure was so overwhelming it made your cheeks burn.

the look on hyunjin’s face was absolutely disheveled. he was like a painting himself with his eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure. the dick in his pants was receiving so much please from the way the wet fabric clung tightly to the head. he was so whiny and his voice kept cracking with each thrust.

“‘m cumming!” after the last few humps against your leg, hyunjin finally came with a loud moan.

even thought the pace of his fingers slowed down, you were working yourself up with the circling motions of your own hips. the sight of him cumming and your name leaving his pretty lips, made you go off the edge too. your entire body clenched while you moaned loudly from all the pleasure you were feeling. hyunjin pressed his fingers harder on your clit, helping you through your orgasm.

there was nothing but the sound of two of you breathing loudly, trying to figure out what just happened. no one wanted to start the conversation again.

hyunjin found a solution by starting to leave another series on lovebites on your neck.

“hyunjin-“ you moaned. you still haven’t recovered from the orgasm, but his lips felt too good on your skin for you to stop him.

“hm?”

“i still want you…” you breathed out, a flush spread across your cheeks.

“well… my pants are ruined. wanna help me clean myself in the shower?”

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 month

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The Nickname Runs in the Family || CL16

Summary: When you end up crying on your father’s shoulder over a boy, Kimi enlists the help of Charles to teach him a lesson. Charles Leclerc x Raikkonen!Reader Warnings: nsfw, fighting, mentions of sex, WC: 2.9k

To the outside world Kimi was known as ‘The Iceman’, garnered for his cold personality in the media and how he never let anything bother him, at home however he was just called isä or dad. You really could have done with more of The Iceman persona because when it came to his family your father was anything but cool and collected.

“Tell me what happened,” Kimi demanded, your tears only streaming faster down your cheeks.

“Nothing happened, dad.”

“Something happened, tytär, don’t lie to me.”

It was stupid to go there after what happened. You should have just returned to your student accommodation at the college but you needed the comfort of home and someone you trusted. Now all of Monaco was going to hear just how hotheaded The Iceman got while your step-mother tried to put your baby half-sister back to sleep.

“Nothing happened!” you sobbed, burying your face in your hands as embarrassment flamed across your cheeks. “I said no, okay. I said no and he called me a frigid bitch before dumping me and leaving me at the party.”

You expected to hear something break, or at least his heavy stomps storming towards the front door. You didn’t expect your dad to throw his head back and laugh, a deep belly laugh that echoed around the quiet living room.

“Ah, that’s my girl,” he laughed as he bundled you into a hug. “I like that, Frigid Bitch. It’s good.”

You snorted a laugh despite the hurt and wiped your tears on his shoulder. “I thought you would be angry.”

“Oh, I am,” he admitted somberly. He placed a kiss on your head before standing up and pulling his phone out of his pocket. You didn’t see who he was calling so late at night but groaned when it was answered. “Hello, Charles. You know everyone in Monaco, where does Devereux Laurent live?”

“Isä! No!”

Your father ignored you as he grabbed his car keys and his jacket, his phone shoved between his shoulder and his ear. “I’m not going to kill the little bastard, fuck, Charles, I just want to have a chat.”

The door slammed shut behind him and you collapsed back onto the sofa with a groan about keeping your mouth shut next time. You were still ruminating over your life choices when the doorbell rang an hour later.

“Charles?” You frowned at the man panting in your doorway like he sprinted across the city before your eyes widened at the split lip he sported. “What are you doing here? What happened?”

“Kimi.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

You grabbed your purse that had been discarded on the kitchen table when you arrived. “Where is he?”

“The police station.”

“Shit, he didn’t do that to you, did he?”

Charles reeled back, clearly offended. “No, you’re asshole boyfriend hit me.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you clarified as you dragged him inside and grabbed a tea towel to wrap a bag of peas from the freezer. Charles flinched as you gently pressed the ice pack to his lips and you sighed. “I’m sorry my dad got you involved in this.”

“It’s okay,” he murmured, taking the pack from your hand to place it on his swollen knuckles that you hadn’t noticed. “I got myself involved when I heard what Dev did. Are you okay?”

“I didn’t get punched in the face,” you said as you playfully rolled your eyes, however you soon sobered. “It's nothing a few drinks and a bad romcom can’t fix, after I’ve bailed dad out first. It’s not like we were together long enough to get heartbroken. Do you want me to drop you off on the way?”

“I’ll drive.” He snatched a set of keys from the hook by the door, but you caught his wrist and took them back.

“That’s Minttu’s minivan.” You hung the keys back on the hook and grabbed a set for your dad’s Rolls Royce Wraith instead. The empty hook beside it was where the keys to his Ferrari Pista usually hung. “She wouldn’t be happy if you crashed her car again.”

“I didn’t crash her car,” he argued as he pocketed the keys and opened the door. “You were driving!”

“I had a shit instructor. You were too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to teach me.”

His finger jabbed the call button for the elevator as he scoffed. “You only know that because you were too busy checking me out to watch the road.”

The elevator arrived but you held a hand out to block him as you stepped into the small space. “Sorry, your inflated ego is too big to fit in here.”

“That wasn’t a denial.”

You ignored him and jutted your head to the fireproof door. “Try the stairs.”

“But we’re on the top floor.”

You smirked as the doors started to close but he darted inside before they sealed shut.

“You’re still not denying it.”

“So you really went swinging for my honour?” you deflected as he hit the button for the garage level, exposing his swollen fist again.

“You sound surprised.” He leaned back against the wall and looked at his hand, massaging the tender bruises. “When I saw he was still at the party…”

You frowned, first at the fact that Dev went back after leaving you there, asshole, then at the fact Charles knew where he was. Charles was definitely not at the party, if he was then you would have heard the women going feral for him. “How did you know he was there? You don’t follow him on Instagram.”

“Not on my main account,” he said with a shrug. Anyone that Charles followed on social media made sure to announce the news like it was an instant ticket to ViP treatment, and Dev would have been no different. It was also the exact reason you went by Y/L/N, your mother’s surname, instead of Raikkonen. You didn’t want to be used by people for the name you carried.

“You hate him, why would you follow him?”

“It doesn’t matter why.”

“It does to me.”

Unfortunately the doors opened and he pushed off from the wall to stride past without an answer. A flash of lights responded to the click of the button on the keys and Charles slowed his steps for you as he led the way to the sedan parked in a secluded corner, the space beside it empty of your fathers red Pista. Charles stopped at your door and opened it for you, his eyes scanning the open space that was empty and quiet save for the whine of the elevator leaving the level.

“For you,” he admitted as you slipped into the leather seat. “I followed him to keep an eye on you.”

The door closed and you watched him walk around the car, dropping into the driver’s seat before pushing it back to suit his longer legs. He then silently adjusted the mirrors and turned down the heavy rock music that blasted when the engine started. You didn’t know what to say, all you had were more questions that could only lead to more confusion.

“You deserve better,” Charles said, breaking the awkward silence as he pulled out into the street.

“He was just drunk.”

“That’s not an excuse. You deserve someone who will wait until you are ready to have sex, not try it on drunk and at a party.” His words were seething by the time he finished and his knuckles turned white from the tight grasp he had on the steering wheel.

“Uh, Charles, I was joking about my honour…I’m not a virgin.”

“Wait, what?” The car slammed to a halt and he earned a toot from the Lamborghini behind before it drove around when Charles didn’t move. “Since when?” he asked as he turned in his seat to face you.

“I didn’t realise it was such a big deal. Was I meant to stand at the corner and hold a sign that said ‘deflowered’ in Times New Roman or Comic Sans?”

He didn’t even blink at your icy tone and heavy sarcasm. “But Dev said he dumped you because you didn’t want to have sex. He didn’t force himself on you, did he?”

“Oh my god, no! I can’t believe we are having this conversation, Charles.” You figured it couldn't get any more awkward as you looked out the window into the sleeping city. “Sex wasn’t the problem, he was upset because I didn’t want to have sex with him.”

“Oh…oh.” He cleared his throat and put the car back into drive before continuing his way to the police station. “So, uh, is there anyone you do want to, um, have sex with at the moment?”

“Why? Are you offering?” It was meant to sound teasing but there was too much curiosity in it.

His face flushed pink and his lips parted two twice before his voice worked. “I don’t do casual.”

It wasn’t a no, and that somehow made things both better and worse as a new possibility began to worm its way into your mind. You didn’t like the hope that fluttered in your stomach. Charles was a friend. Charles was someone your father trusted after Seb vouched for him. Charles was off limits.

By the time you had filtered through the thoughts he had induced, Charles was pulling into the police station and you hoped your dad was fairing well behind bars. It turned out you had no reason to worry as you walked inside and heard his voice from behind the glass wall.

Kimi was being well taken care of by the officers. He had a coffee in one hand, a pastry in the other and was answering questions that had nothing to do with Dev. You cringed as he recounted why he missed meeting Pelé years ago, but Charles chuckled along with the policemen as you knocked on the door.

The Monégasques fawned over their hometown hero while you watched Kimi pull himself to his feet, cracking his back that had stiffen while he was sat down.

“I thought you would be in maximum security by now,” you said as he pulled you into a hug. “What did you do?”

He patted your cheek and smiled mischievously. “I like Charles even more now.”

He gave you nothing else but that was expected. Whatever happened was obviously not on the record and you wanted to keep it that way, especially since he didn’t have a single scratch on him - like he hadn’t been in a fight at all. You were quietly contemplating that knowledge when you climbed into the backseat of the Wraith and your father readjusted everything on the driver's side back to how he had it.

“You took the fall for Charles, didn’t you?”

They both swivelled back to look at you. Charles’ eyes widened, while your father’s narrowed.

“Fucking hell, I’m not going to tell anyone,” you growled as you threw your arms up in exasperation. “I just want to know what actually happened tonight.”

Charles waited to see if your dad wasn’t going to explain as the car pulled out of the station car park. After a moment of hesitation he took a breath and started to rattle off the truth.

“I called Kimi when I realised Dev was still at the party. It was only a block away so I thought I would meet him there to point him out.”

“I was just about at the address he gave me when he called. I got there as fast as I could but Charles was already inside,” Kimi said with a proud chortle. “Got a few good hits on the little bastard too.”

“Iså,” you warned as he enjoyed the violence just a bit too much and Charles looked sheepishly down at his hands. “Why did you fight?”

“You know why. I couldn’t stand by and let him talk about you that way.”

“Good man,” Kimi said with a stern nod.

“And you, what did you do, dad?”

“What I had to do,” he said with a shrug. “I’m retired, Charles has a career.”

You stretched the seatbelt and leaned forward to hug your dad and kiss his cheek before doing the same to Charles. “Thank you.” Your eyes lingered on Charles as his eyes said everything he couldn’t with your father in the car.

“He’s not pressing charges but there may be some questions if anyone caught the fight on camera. You might want to give your PR team a heads up.”

It took a moment to realise where you were and why the car had stopped outside the venue where the party was still in full swing. Drunken revellers could be heard behind the velvet curtain hanging over the door and your father handed his keys over to Charles with a shake. “Make sure she gets home safe. I’ll pick it up in the morning, no scratches.”

“Yes, sir,” Charles promised with a nod before getting out.

“You’re trusting him with your Pista?”

“I trust him with you, the car I can replace.”

You surprised him with another hug as your door opened, your voice thick with emotion as you said, “thank you.”

“Do you want to come home?” he asked quietly. “I can make up the sofa bed.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think I’ll want to get out of my bed tomorrow.”

“Fair enough. Love you.”

“Love you too.” You stepped out and Charles closed the door, placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you to your father’s favourite car. “He doesn’t even let me drive this, you know.”

“Maybe that’s because you don’t support Ferrari,” Charles teased as you buckled yourself in.

“I support it now.”

“What changed your mind?”

You dared to look at him and met his green eyes. “You.”

—

“Awww, she called her little puppy,” Dev taunted as he spotted Charles walking towards him.

Charles chuckled, but it held no humour and his smile was dark. You had never seen that look in his eye and your thighs clenched in response. “At least she will still call me. You just lost the best thing you never deserved.”

“Well you can have the frigid bitch, good luck getting her to put out though. Fucking cocktease.” The snort Dev made was cut off by the fist that crashed into his nose and then the both of them were going to the floor, grappling and twisting until Kimi darted into the fray and grabbed Charles.

“Go, she’s at home,” Kimi ordered as he pushed Charles back the way he came. “I’ve got it from here, kid.”

The video looped back to the start and you watched it twice more before determining you were fucked. It hit you like a train, the pressure slamming into your chest as you realised you were in love with Charles. No one had ever stood up for you like that, or taken a punch for you or risked their career. But he had.

You stayed cocooned in your blankets for most of the morning, watching the video footage from the night before and it became your new favourite binge worthy entertainment. It would probably be classed as insanity if anyone knew you had become addicted to it, but it was only the fact someone knocked at your door that you placed your phone down.

“Charles? I’m getting a little déjà-vu here,” you commented as you opened the door and found him sweating.

“Will you go on a date with me?” he blurted out. “Please.”

Your brows shot up at the outburst and you checked the student halls were empty before pulling him into your room. “Uh, you do realise who my father is, right?”

“I do, thank you for your concern,” he chuckled. “I was actually just with him. I wanted his permission to ask you on a date.”

“Well that explains why it looks like you’ve been running for your life.” You looked at your door expecting to see it kicked in. “Was he chasing you?”

“What? No, I wasn’t running. Fuck,” he groaned as he ran his hands over his jeans to dry his clammy palms. “I was just nervous about asking you out. You still haven’t answered my question.”

“I will.”

“Answer the question or go out with me?”

“I will go out with you,” you clarified with a laugh.

Relieved, he took a seat at the edge of your bed and sighed happily. “I have been waiting years to ask.”

“Seriously?”

He nodded before flopping himself down comfortably and you dropped down beside him. “Your dad scared me,” he admitted as he took your hand in his.

“But not anymore.”

Charles smiled and it was one so similar to the video that was still playing on loop. He seemed to recognise the muffled sound coming from the blanket at the same time you remembered it was there and fished it out. “You’ve seen it.”

“Once or twice,” you lied. “I see why you’re not afraid anymore. That’s one hell of a right hook.”

“Oh no I am definitely still afraid of Kimi,” he corrected as he rolled on his side to face you. “But I am done watching you date assholes when I know exactly how you deserve to be treated. I want to give you the world, if you’ll let me.”

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dustofthedailylife · 9 months

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It Must Be Love

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Pairing: Blade, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, Gepard, Welt x (gn!) Reader

Summary: When they realized they had feelings for you...

Tags: Fluff, SFW, mention of injuries (Blade), just them realizing they're completely smitten

A/N: My last fic before my Japan vacation! I got a lot more in my WIP stash that I'll get to after. Excited to get to that when I'm back, or maybe I can finish one or the other fic in the evening on my vacation when I'm in bed. We'll see. Stay amazing until then! <3

BLADE

When you joined the Stellaron Hunters he shot down your every attempt of trying to get to know him and stayed clear of you. He was curt and only ever spoke with you if it was necessary. In his opinion, there was no need for you two to be acquainted. And it would be for your own good anyway.

It wasn’t until you came back gravely injured from a mission and were passed out for days, that he wouldn’t leave your side.

He sat on the armchair in your room most of the time, and was either sleeping or meditating with his eyes closed. He occasionally switched your bandages and cleaned your wounds while insisting he’d be the only one to do it. After all, he involuntarily had quite the expertise with injuries himself.

And when the day you began to stir awake again finally came, and he heard the quiet plea for water come over your parched lips, he felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He told himself over and over again that he didn’t care about anyone and wouldn’t dare to allow himself to care anymore. In fact, he may have even thought he wasn’t capable of it anymore. But feelings are often beyond one's control or rational explanation. And deep down he had always known that he cared deeply about you.

He had only steered clear of you because it had been evident to him, that if he allowed himself to care, there would be no going back. Alas, it now was too late for that as well. Yet it did not matter any longer. All he cared about was that you were still alive.

“Never get hurt like this again.” He scolded with a voice seemingly devoid of any emotion, as he lifted a bottle of water to your lips so you could drink.

But despite the underlying sharp tone in his voice, there was sincere concern in his eyes only a few people ever got to see. And he knew he was no longer able to hide it.

DAN HENG

Himeko brought you along one day and introduced you to the Astral Express Crew as their newest member, a bundle of energy much like March. And everyone seems ecstatic to welcome you aboard. Everyone but Dan Heng. He curtly introduced himself without shaking your outstretched hand, before vanishing back to his room again without another word.

It would be a lie if he said he didn’t find you attractive, but Alas, he couldn’t allow himself to get closer. One more person on the Express only meant there were more people he had to keep secrets from. Besides, you seemed just as lively and energetic as March was, and if he was sure of one thing it’s that one March was already enough. So that was even more reason to steer clear of you for his own peace of mind.

So in turn he tried keeping you at an arm's length. The only problem however was, that you apparently weren’t deterred by his cold demeanor and practically threw yourself at him at every chance you got.

You would often knock on his door to bring him some freshly brewed tea, rummage through the archive or call him quirky nicknames you came up with. He could only roll his eyes at them, but secretly he began to like them and caught himself smiling whenever he thought of them.

At first, he managed to remain distanced and only spoke to you when it was strictly necessary, but he soon began to warm up more and more. Until he would eventually find himself beginning to crave your presence every day.

And it was when he found himself looking at the empty chair you used to sit on almost every evening now, that he became aware of his feelings for you. The naggings and nicknames that used to bother him, now made his heart beat quicker and a tingly feeling made itself known in his stomach.

The simple image of your smile made the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. The sound of your voice always managed to soothe his nerves. And your absence made him feel incomplete.

It was then he had to admit to himself that there was no longer any point in denying it. He had inevitably fallen for you.

JING YUAN

When there was more administrative work to do on the Luofu due to the recent happenings, Qingzu, who was assisting Jing Yuan with the additional workload, proposed to hire someone else to help as well. To be precise, help with caring for the general’s lion, since it was usually Qingzu’s task. But since she was preoccupied with other matters right now, there was a distinct lack of time.

And that’s when you were hired.

You were tasked to care for Mimi in Qingzu’s stead from hereon out and seemed to immediately get along with the animal quite well, too. It certainly put Jing Yuan’s mind at ease to know that his lion was adequately cared for.

One day, when Jing Yuan returned earlier than usual from his duties he found you peacefully asleep on the sofa, your head comfortably nestled in the fur of the equally asleep lion. But he didn’t dare to disturb your slumber and returned to his desk with a smile on his face since he too felt the weight of sleep oftentimes throughout the day.

Once you awoke you practically jumped up when you saw him sitting at his desk already, ushering a shy “Oh, General. I didn’t expect you to be back home at such a time already. Forgive me.”

He just let out a soft chuckle in reply, assuring you that there was no need to worry and that it actually put his mind at ease that you got along so well with Mimi.

After this, he made a conscious effort to come back home earlier more often. And every time, without fail, he would find you sleeping together with his lion in the afternoon sun. Your peaceful expression and the quiet purr of his lion truly was a sight for sore eyes

And if his lion loved you, what was he supposed to feel if not the same?

GEPARD

Gepard saw you for the first time when he stopped by his sister's workshop. He caught a quick glimpse of you before you vanished into the side room of the workshop again.

Of course, his sister immediately caught him staring. Because he stood there stunned and only stared holes into the door you vanished through.

If Serval was good at one thing, it was reading Gepard like a book. And she only needed one look at his face to know exactly what he was thinking. Of course, she took the opportunity to tease him about it with a big grin across her face, much to the embarrassment of Gepard who only cleared his throat and diverted the topic, unable to hide the red blooming across his cheeks.

He soon found out that you were a singer and songwriter and that you and Serval sometimes performed together in a local club. And he found himself venturing there on his off days to watch your show.

Serval introduced you to him and eventually, you began to become closer. Asking him if he would come to your next gig as well. And of course, he did. In fact, he did so often that he had all your songs memorized down to a T now and often found himself humming them absentmindedly throughout the day.

And suddenly, as one of his subordinates asked him which song he keeps humming all the time now, he became aware of the feelings he harbored for you.

The warm, prickly feeling within his chest. The way his heartbeat quickened, or the corners of his mouth turned upwards involuntarily whenever he saw you, talked to you, or thought of you.

It was undeniable. He had fallen in love in love with you.

WELT

Welt and you were just colleagues. At least that's what he was trying to convince himself of at first.

Research and worries about your mission often woke you up at night recently, so you often got up to brew a fresh pot of coffee. And Welt found you sitting in an armchair in the parlor car one night when he, too, got up in the middle of the night because his thoughts had kept him awake.

You offered him a cup of coffee as well before you sat back down. Each just sipped their coffee in silence. You gazed at the stars outside of the window of the Express while he tried to read some book to keep his mind off the thoughts that had kept him awake.

Yet, he found himself unable to concentrate on it and instead stole glances at you while rattling his brain about what he could talk about with you.

Eventually, you were the first one to break the silence. Initiating a conversation about the vastness of the universe and the thing that are yet beyond any human comprehension. Asking questions no man knew an answer to yet. And he was more than happy to indulge in the conversation.

You ended up talking until the morning hours that night without the conversation ever dying down. He enjoyed the talk you had so much, he found himself thinking about it for weeks after.

Long deep talks over a fresh pot of coffee in the middle of the night should soon become a habit for both of you.

And he came to crave them so much that he even started setting an alarm at night and went to check if you were there again as well. And most of the time you were.

One night, when he looked at you and saw the light of the stars reflect in your eyes once again, he too had to admit he was looking straight at a star himself.

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hiii could i request smth with han jisung simping over his s/o and the rest of skz making fun of him for it? btw i love ur work <3

simp(ly in love)

a/n. thank u sm, it means a lot to me!! sorry you had to wait for so long, hopefully you’ll like it!! :D

everyone was chilling in the garden at changbin’s parents’ house, the man himself frying the meat along with minho’s help. hyunjin and jeongin are playing a volleyball match against felix and chan. seungmin is mere moments from falling asleep next to han, who’s sipping on his iced tea.

it’s almost perfect. there’s just one thing missing.

you.

han let out yet another dramatic sigh, about 10th in the period of one hour time. seungmin grunted, still sadly awake.

“we know you miss y/n, get over it. it’s not like you broke up” he snarled, putting a pillow over his head.

right.

you’re away just on a trip with your friends. it’s just a three day trip to just another city. just without him and just to have some fun.

but god, he misses you so much. the house feels empty, there’s no sound of your sweet honey-alike laughter. your shoes and clothes are in one place, not messily thrown all around like always. when he comes home the silence greets him pathetically while his heart aches because of the lack of his welcome kiss. he’s basically sleepless, unable to rest without you next to him.

phone calls and video chats aren’t enough, han thinks he’ll explode and go berserk if he doesn’t hug you any time soon.

is this normal—?

“ta–da! the meat is done! i’ll go grab some kimchi from kitchen” changbin’s excited yelp makes han snap back into reality.

you’d love it here. you’d love the food, the vibe. he could picture you playing volleyball with the guys, whining that they’re cheating and eventually falling asleep between him and seungmin. only after helping to prepare the meal though…

“–han? oh my god. we lost him, guys” felix chuckled, sitting down. minho snapped his fingers in front of han’s face, a sheepish smile when he looked up at him confused.

“you’re such a… dramatic simp. she’s been away for only two days, dude. and! you’ve been talking like, non-stop. give her a rest” hyunjin chuckled, smiling boyishly. han murmured something incoherent about hyunjin being single and not knowing how it feels like when chan added:

“i never knew that side of you. well, maybe that explains why y/n always accompanied us on yours…”

changbin returned with kimchi and placed it down next to the still sizzling meat.

“he’d die” jeongin quickly summarised “you’re such a love-sick puppy”

“‘m not!” he whined and almost threw himself over the edge when his phone dinged with a message notification.

face lighting up, fingers swiping… only to see a text from minho. ‘lol’.

he glared up at him, causing all of them to burst out laughing.

“ha, ha. very funny. can’t a man just simply miss his gorgeous, beautiful and breathtaking girlfriend who he is madly i love with?” jisung frowned and his phone dinged again. this time it was you.

letting out a loud gasp he swiped just to see a cute picture of you. you were resting your chin in the palm of your hand, the other holding down a colourful drink. the sun shone prettily on the picture but your smile… your smile outshined it.

seungmin leaned forward to peek through his shoulder and smiled softly.

“my pretty y/nnie…” han cooed and saved the picture, fingers typing with the speed of light to tell you some compliments and yet again, to announce how much he missed you.

the others scoffed, starting to dig in the food. changbin’s mom arrived, holding a tray with iced teas for them.

han put his phone down, done for now. you said you’re having dinner too so he thought he won’t disturb you. letting out a deep sigh, he noticed changbin mom’s gaze on him.

“where’s that pretty girl of yours?” she asked suddenly, looking around “i thought she’s coming too?”

“well she’s on a trip with her friends…” han murmured, a pout forming in his lips.

“awh, it’s a shame. i was looking forward to see her again” changbin-mama shook her head.

“me too, mrs seo. me too” jisung sighed and plopped even more onto the couch, sprawling on it.

the woman giggled and patted his head before going back into the house to pack some kimchi for you.

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i520u · 7 months

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⌕ dates with riize 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

hello briize hello riize lovers i’m one of you please keep the requests coming

PAIRING riize x gn!reader (not proofread!)

TAGS sfw, fluff, headcanons

OSAKI SHOTARO ༄

literally all sunshines and rainbows throughout the rest of the relationship

if you get into an argument with him that has GOT to be your fault idk what to tell you

i feel like he’s the type of boyfriend to teach you how to drive

and when you hit the curb he’s like “that’s okay! we can try again when i fix the car!”

but at the same time he’s gripping that roof handle in the car for dear life but he’s just too sweet to tell you that your driving’s horrible

he never lets you drive again btw

HE’D FILM SOOO MANY DANCE TIKTOKS WITH YOU!!!

also i feel like instead of a gf effect, it’s the opposite with him because he gives you the bf effect

your entire fashion style is gonna change for sure like have you seen this man? that is a man of AESTHETICS

would be so enthusiastic with teaching you all the tiktok dance steps

and none of these tiktoks are cringe they’re actually those cool ones

the type to hug you at the end of the tiktok video or kiss the temple of your head idk…

i imagine his ideal dates might be cafe hopping/cafe hunting all across tokyo or just shopping around shibuya

takes you to one of those claw machines while you’re shopping and he’ll try winning you a random plushie of an anime that neither of you watch

so now you have a random plush of like… some dude from haikyuu

would pay for your drinks btw (coffee, milk tea, matcha)

SONG EUNSEOK ༄

OK LISTEN.

cake decorating

he just looks like he’d enjoy doing that like did you see how proud he was wearing that hello kitty hairclip

please this man is gonna hear you suggest it and he’s like “LET’S GO!!”

craziest part is that he’s gonna eat you up at decorating it too

you’ll see him make a cute flower on his cake using the cream and you’re like “how did you do that :( how dare you be better than me :(”

and he’s gonna giggle nervously and his face is gonna turn a light shade of red while he helped you out

“i’m not better than you, we’re equally good.” and then he compares your cakes together and the only reason why yours looks ok is because he helped you for the most part

if you genuinely feel a little gloomy that yours looked bad he would purposely mess up on the rest of his cake

because eunseok will never be caught dead leaving his beloved partner unhappy, no matter how small the issue might be

i feel like he would notice those little shift of emotions that you have that even you barely notice

and he’d do his best to cheer you up because you’re just his everything </3

after the cakes are done he takes 282629 pictures of you and your cake and then he’d probably say things like “keep posing, you’re so pretty”

i think most of his dates would involve domestic things like that

if you don’t live together he’d crash to your house, help you deep clean the entire house and he considers that a date too

a little bit more low maintenance when it comes to relationships if that makes sense

also i think he’s not very clingy but he LOVESSS a clingy partner even if he doesn’t verbally say or show it

he’s always have a light blush on his face whenever you just cling on him

so please cling onto him as much as possible

JUNG SUNGCHAN ༄

just a feeling… but

gym dates 😭

and he’s so cheesy about it okay like at first you’re reluctant because the thought of going to a gym scares you

but then the first time you go there and he’s like so touchy with you in a good way

purposely standing so close to you while he helps you out with the equipments

maybe at one point he’s even like “yeah just do it like that.” while helping you out with the weights and then giving you a kiss on the cheek

which catches you off guard you almost dropped the weights but he was holding it with you so you’re good

when you blush he would let out a flustered giggle and won’t comment on it

and then you make it even worse by saying something like “i’m just flushed from the workout” and he’s like “sure babe”

would always be close to you just in case you’re caught underneath the weight and you can’t lift it up anymore

at the end of the date you’re like “i can’t move my legs” and then he just carries you

takes you out to eat something sweet afterwards

he’s going to be all smiley the whole time too

at the end he’s like “didn’t i tell you it would be fun? do you wanna go to the gym with me again next week?”

if you say no he’s not gonna sulk and punch the wall or something he’s just gonna be like “aww that’s alright too.” and then kiss your head

then he would say something like “you were incredible on your first try though, i’m proud of you.”

clenches fist i want him so bad…

PARK WONBIN ༄

i swear wonbin’s a little weird

like have you seen his tiktoks… something’s strange about that man

i think he stated before that he loves shopping so you KNOW what that means

always send you vids he sees on the internet about some new shop opening up in hongdae or something and he’s like “let’s go bae”

sends you the weirdest tiktoks and is like “you”

and then you’re like “wonbin what”

and he won’t elaborate

sends you his fit checks

if you don’t approve he will actually sulk i’m not kidding

sometimes when he’s bored he’d write a song for you

like not a singing song but a musical one from his guitar if that makes sense

he loves matching with you. matching earrings, matching clothes, matching beanies.

ohh i feel like he’d also do those cute couple videos on tiktok like you know he would slow dance with you in the snow and post it for everyone to see this man LOVES soft launching you

his soft launches are also by no means him trying to hide you or keep you a secret, it’s more like… he just likes to have a mysterious vibe to his online person 😍

also i think he loves leaving kisses on your neck whenever you snuggle up to watch a movie or something

like you’re talking to him while you’re on his lap and he’s just like “mhm, and then what?” and then he gives you kisses down your jaw and neck

he’s all over you PLEASE no matter in public or private and it’s even worse (or better 😜) in private too

HONG SEUNGHAN ༄

definitely a gamer bf

dates with him involves him going out to see the sun for the first time that week ❤️

i’m just kidding but your dates probably involves a lot of going out because you feel like this man NEEDS to get some sunlight

also one of the guys that enjoys PDA

he wins the idgaf war he would kiss you at any point of time if he suddenly feels like it

you can just be talking like straight up gossiping about something that happened between your aunt and a scammer and he would just…

he would just grabbed the sides of your face and plant the deepest kiss ever

and then you’re all flustered and he would burst into laughter

he’s the biggest flirt ever he has this one stare that would leave you WEAK in the knees

definitely has a habit of staring at your lips when you talk which makes you SOOO nervous

plays with your hands or hair while you talk

just a thought but he’d definitely run his thumb over your lower lip after he kissed it WOAH

calls you with the most generic pet names but god it makes you run LAPS

also when you come over his house he’d make you pull for him on that FIFA game idk how the game works but i hope you get what i’m trying to say

LEE SOHEE ༄

AH i feel like him as a bf is so fun

he looks like so much fun from the instagram/tiktok posts tbh

the most normal boyfriend ever help idk how to explain it

sends you pictures of him at work with captions like “fighting my hardest battle (i’m at the work i willingly applied for)

various dates

he doesn’t always suggest ideas for dates but he goes ALL out for you when you suggest them

you want to watch the sunset? best believe he’ll take you to the prettiest beach he could find for you to enjoy

you want to have a movie date? he’s gonna set up the projector at his house HIMSELF

i don’t think he’s very keen on kissing in public but he has no problem holding you close to him

holds your hand, holds you by your waist, EVERYTHING

takes 0.5x pictures of you from your forehead

he has a picture of the two of you completing a heart drawn on your cheeks as his lockscreen

always yapping about you like

“my lover made me this lunch”

“my lover gave me this for my birthday”

“my lover tied my tie for me today”

his favourite type of dates are karaoke dates sorry like this man is beyonce’s son he’s GOING to use that godsent vocals of his

also i feel like anniversary celebrations are so grand with him his love for you is so genuine he wants to give you the world and more

i want him so bad… he’s my goat

ANTON LEE ༄

dates are SOPHISTICATED

he’s bred in BOSTON you know he goes crazy with that shit

make you dress up fancy in silk and satin and stuff everyone once in a while to take you to a fine dining i’m so serious

takes you on concert dates too

like… mitski or laufey or niki zenfaya concert dates

he would lift you up on his shoulders during these concerts so you would see clearly

also likes backhugging you

he’s so soft spoken so you don’t have the heart to ever start any arguments with him

when he was a swimmer he’d give you those vip pass or something (idk how dating an athlete works oops)

after his competition finish and he’s still wet from the water and its just covered by his towel and swim attire, he would go up to you with a flushed face and would ask you if he looked cool or not

i think he’s the type to enjoy talking to you most of the time during dates or just like an everyday occurrence

like he loves staring into your eyes as you speak he loves you so much but he’s too shy to tell you that so often

he’s not the type to just blurt out “i love you” but you can just tell that his feelings for you are true from the way he stares at you

would let you decorate his hair with your hairclips and would wear them out for the rest of the day

he’s soooo smitten by you it’s crazy

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inkdrinkerworld · 7 days

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Sirius gets more pissed off than you do when people cut you off. He’ll be staring all doey-eyed at the side of your face while you’re talking sbout something you’re interested in but someone speaks over you and he gives them the nastiest side eye before speaking over them and asking you to continue. (The whole time you were just going to politely let them finish before continuing your thought but it makes you mushy inside when he does things like that for you ☺️)

omg yes!!!

Sirius thinks every word you speak is spun in gold. There's something so captivating about the way the words fall from your lips and the way your nose twitches just so when you speak about something that made you particularly excited that gets him all heart-eyed and a little breathless.

You're at another one of James' house parties, this one a lot less eventful than some of the others he'd had, but it's just on the brink of summer so everyone is in as little clothes as possible to beat the heat.

You're sipping on an iced tea, telling your friends the story of how you'd almost gotten scammed out of one of your anticipated sundresses when Mary cuts you across to delve into her own story that's vaguely related to what you were saying.

Sirius hates that you've gone quiet, having been listening to you with rapt attention. He watches you sip your drink patiently, not much care to the fact that you've been cut off, but he turns all slow to face Mary and scowls.

"I think you've lost your manners, Mary," his tone is light, but you know your boyfriend well, he wants her to finish her story so you can get back to talking.

She rolls her eyes, so do your other friends, well accustomed to Sirius' deep need and want for you to also be the thing everyone orbits.

"Siri, stop." you say softly, touching his bicep with wet fingers from the condensation of your cup. His skin is hot where yours is cool, and he gives you a tired smile for it.

"Well, you could at least whisper the rest of the story to me." he says it with as much sass and playfulness as he usually does, and it rewards him with a tinkling laugh and a shake of your head.

"Have patience, baby." Sirius simply shakes his head, inky hair escaping the bun he's tied it back in on the nape of his neck.

"M'being serious, doll. Whisper it to me."

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phoward89 · 2 months

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Based on this ask

Love Is A Losing Game

The avox stood against the wall, waiting for you to beckon, while you sat in your sunroom with your longtime best friend, Livia. You were at a small table drinking tea and listening to her complain about her toddler, Plutarch.

“Ugh. I swear, I can't even go to the powder room without him following me.” Reaching for a biscuit, your dirty blonde friend sighed, “I told Hilarious that we need to hire a nanny, but he said no.”

She took a small bite of her biscuit as you sipped on your tea. You didn't know why she was so upset about her toddler wanting to spend time with her. And you told her so too.

“You just don't understand how demanding motherhood is, Y/N. Just you wait and see.” Pointing to your round belly, Livia factually remarked, “In a few more months when you pop out Coriolanus’ little brat you'll be singing a different tune.”

“Don't call Cassian Xandros a little brat.” You snippily ordered your friend, causing her to just roll her eyes at you. Setting down your teacup, you decided to change the subject to something that you needed to get off your chest; something that's been eating away at your mind. “I think Coryo's having an affair.”

“He's only been president for a few months, Y/N. If word got out, well, it'd be scandalous and I'm sure his political career would be dead in the water.” Livia told you while nibbling on her lemon butter biscuit. “Do you know with whom?”

“No, but I know he has to be having an affair, Livia. I mean he comes and goes at all hours and half the time he's not even coming to bed; we haven't slept together in a while too.”

“Oh no, now that is a problem.” The dirty blonde socialite sighed. “I bet it's Clemensia Dovecote that he's cheating with. You don't know, since you were a couple grades below us at the Academy, but they were always walking into the school linked arm in arm. Even though they denied it, they looked like a couple back then.” Livia bluntly informed you, picking up her teacup and sipping it.

“Really? I didn't know that.” You honestly told your friend. Reaching for your own teacup, you revealed the name of the person you thought your husband had a thing for back in his Academy days. “Coryo was always with Sejanus back then; I always got the vibe that they were a little bit more than just friends.”

“Oh I hope not. He was district.” Livia spat out; the thought of the president having a past love affair with a district person making her skin crawl.

If only she knew about what went down between him and Lucy Gray. Oh, she'd shit her pants if she knew about that.

You know, of course, since he told you about it after a year of dating. When you had to all but pull his teeth to get him to reveal why he refused to tell you that he loved you; show you anything other than lust and his OCD tendencies.

It didn't bother you.

Correction, him having Lucy Gray as his ex and his failed first love didn't bother you, but the number that she did on him- now that’s what bothered you.

She fucked his head up pretty bad; took you a long time to unfuck it up too. To get him to be able to confess his love to you.

But somewhere deep inside of your soul, you always feared that Coryo was just telling you what you wanted to hear. That he didn't truly love you; that he could turn to somebody else once he got bored of you.

“Yea…but they were close friends. Like brothers” You reminded Livia. “And his death hit Coriolanus hard.”

That was an understatement. Your husband still had nightmares about his fellow comrade’s death. It happened a decade ago, but he was still haunted some nights by nightmares. Those nights you usually had to ride his cock to calm him down so he’d be able to go back to sleep.

He never talked about the nightmares, other than the one time he told you that it was about Sejanus’ death. You never pried, knowing that the Plinth boy's execution was a taboo topic for Coriolanus.

The socialite rolled her eyes, only to suggest, “If you think he's having an affair then you should wait up for him tonight and confront him.” Giving you a look from over her teacup, she added in, “It's what I would do.”

Coriolanus was exhausted. No, wait, take that back- he was FUCKING exhausted.

Between trying to clean up the fucking mess that older then dirt President Ravenstill left for him and trying to ensure a smooth transition of head gamemaker duties to his successor (a recent University grad that sadly didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground), he was stretched too thin.

Burning the candle at both ends as one might say.

He was barely sleeping; worse he was barely able to spend anytime with you.

You were 6 months pregnant with his first child.

A son.

He felt guilty for being in his office on the opposite side of the presidential palace or at the Citadel, but he didn't have a choice. The games along with trying to keep the country afloat was his top priority.

As much as he wanted to spend his late afternoons and evenings with you, he couldn't. And he wanted nothing more than to fuck you dumb on his dick every night too, but sadly he was just too tired anymore for that either.

When the new Head Gamemaker calls up in the middle of the night frantically asking what to do if an intern falls into a mutt tank…well…yea…that's when Coriolanus knows he has to do two jobs instead of just one.

He's stuck puppeteering the new head gamemaker *cough* telling him step by step how to do is damn job since he fucking fudged his job application and has shit for brains *cough* and running a country that's national bank account’s lower than it should be *cough* looks like President Ravenstill and his cabinet were embezzling funds or something cause the numbers aren't adding up *cough*.

“Yes, well, if you need any more assistance on this matter don't hesitate to call.” Coriolanuse tightly told the Head Gamemaker. The man was grating on his nerves. Before the unqualified idiot could utter a word, the president said goodbye and hung up.

Hung up with a firm, loud, clunk since he was so tired and aggravated.

Unfortunately, the president was always tired anymore. He was even too tired to fuck you these days, which was truly depressing for him since your Coryo felt you were even more beautiful now that your belly's round with his child.

Coriolanus felt that your pregnancy makes you look radiant. Your skin had a glow to it, he felt you look ethereal.

Your tits were full from the milk your body was making in order to feed your son once he was born; he loves your milk heavy boobs. Coriolanus Snow’s a tits and ass man; so your boobs going up by 2 sizes was heaven for him. The president enjoys sucking and massaging them in his large, calloused hands while you ride his cock. Burying his face in them, peppering kisses in your cleavage.

Something his exhaustion has been keeping him from doing.

Also, your ever growing belly (full of the precious life you created during a very passionate and lustful night 6 months prior) made his chest swell with a burning pride. Coriolanus loves kissing your stretch marks and running his hands all over your belly.

He also enjoys whispering to your belly, telling your growing son all kinds of father-son secrets.

But he’s been too tired and tied up with his never ending work to do that ritual.

Half the time he was passing out on the sofa in his office before he could even make it to your room; the other half of the time he was sliding into bed in the wee hours while you were in a deep sleep.

He hated it.

But he has to endure it because he refuses to have the games flop during his first year as President of Panem.

When Coryo dragged his feet into your large, ornate bedroom he wasn't expecting you to be up, waiting for him. He assumed you'd be asleep, like every other night.

“It's nearly 2 in the morning, Y/N. Why aren't you sleeping? You know you need proper sleep in your condition, my darling rose.” Your husband lectured you, tiredly fumbling to untie his tie.

You decided to do what LIvia suggested. Wait for your husband and confront him. So, when he shuffles into your room, a sight for sore eyes, with the nerve to lecture you about being up, you lost it.

Your eyes narrowed at the president as you snipped out, “Coriolanus, I know you're cheating on me. Who is she? Is it Clemensia Dovecote or somebody else?”

Pulling his tie off and tossing it to the side, he looked at you as if you had lobsters crawling out of your head. You’re accusing him of having an affair. Seriously?

“With how I’m spread too thin, darling, where would I ever find the time for an affair?” Coriolanus chuckled.

He thought this was funny, oh how dare he!

“This isn't funny, Coriolanus! You're coming and going at all hours; we never sleep together anymore. Who is she?!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, watching your husband unbutton his waistcoat and take it off.

The platinum blonde’s long fingers numbly unbuttoned his shirt. His tone was flat and tired as he gave you the blunt answer of, “The she that's taking all of my attention off of you, my love, is the shaky finances of Panem and the Hunger Games.”

All of the air was knocked out of your lungs upon hearing your husband's words. All you could do was blink. “What?” you whispered in disbelief.

Coryo's shirt hit the floor, in the pile his red waistcoat and tie was in. Toeing out of his shoes, he sighed, “Being president and passing the baton for the games to an under qualified head gamemaker, unfortunately, has taken up all my time.” Unbuckling his belt and pulling down his deep crimson pants, he offered up a sincere apology of, “I’m sorry, my darling rose, that my neglect made you think, even for a moment, that I’m being unfaithful to you.” His pants pooled around his long, pale legs, and he gracefully stepped out of them. “Y/N, I truly did not mean for you to feel such a way, my love.”

Watching your husband pull off his socks and toss them to the side, you cried tears of joy. “I forgive you; I'm just happy that it's work taking up your attention and not some whore.”

Coriolanus tiredly made his way over to the king-sized bed you shared and climbed into it. Pulling you into his arms, he let out a puzzled scoff of, “Clemmie? Really, of all people to accuse me of having an affair with it's her?”

“I didn't accuse you of cheating with her; that was actually Livia this afternoon when I told her that I suspected you of having an affair.” You informed your husband as he pulled the blankets over the both of you.

“You told that bitch you thought I was cheating on you?!” Coryo exclaimed, his nostrils flaring; baby blues wide in utter horror.

“Don't call Livia a bitch, Coriolanus.” You reprimanded your husband, only to remind him that, “She's my best friend.”

“I don't know how you're best friends with that shrew, darling.” Coriolanus mumbled mostly to himself, even though you heard him. His large, calloused hand rubbed your ever growing baby bump softly. “Telling Livia your ill founded fears was a mistake. She'll just tell that political reject husband of her’s; he'll be calling up Capitol News 6 with a juicy insider story about the unfaithful president.” Coryo’s tongue popped angrily. “My fake affair’s going to be the the main news headliner tomorrow morning, my darling rose.”

“No, it won't, Coryo.” You assured your husband since you had too much faith in your best friend.

Your husband on the other hand didn't have faith in Livia Cardew-Heavensbee, at all. No, he didn't trust her after the temper tantrum she through when her mother informed her that he was courting you, General Prometheus Byzantine’s step-daughter, and had refused to meet with the Cardews regarding a money match.

Coriolanus never told you about that because he didn't want to taint your friendship with the dirty blonde shrew, who only married Hilarious because she couldn't have him: the adoptive heir to the Plinths fortune.

But now maybe it was time to tell you. Maybe it was time to taint and ruin a girlhood friendship of yours.

Only to ensure that you wouldn't trust anyone that didn't carry the Snow name.

Yes, the only people you could trust were him and Tigris. He was even leery about Tigris’ new lover, Aleka. Eh, but that was because his spies haven't been able to dig up enough information on them for the president to decide whether or not they were trustworthy.

But, he's sure that after he tells you the truth about Livia that you'll be rethinking that friendship.

And when (not if) that article hits the news as the big headliner, he'll make sure to invite Hilarious over for drinks.

Drinks that only one of them will enjoy.

Snow lands on top and he'll make sure that anybody who slanders his good name or makes you believe he's an unfaithful man, when he's actually the most devoted and faithful husband in all of Panem, chokes on their own blood.

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bby-deerling · 3 months

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black tea, with honey (zoro x reader)

some soft fluffy comfort <3

wc: 1.0k masterlist || ko-fi

ft. artist!reader, fem!reader, zoro does his best with emotions, robin being cool and awesome, first kisses, saccharine fluff, soft zoro

One wouldn’t know it by the way he had been holding you in his arms mere moments ago, but Zoro was trying in vain to keep distance from you. The gentle companionship built between you was comforting and soothing, but each day spent rocking back and forth on the Merry made it all too clear that the tightly woven string that held his heart to yours was too tough and intricate to snap or fray. Beneath the surface laid a deep affection for you, etched into the raw flesh of his beating heart; he hadn’t felt this before, and was frightened by the prospect of letting it consume him and his ambitions whole.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t quite stay away from you; he tries to keep busy with extra training, but when he spots you sketching on the deck, he can’t stop himself from curiously prying and peeking over your shoulder as he lifts his weights. When the midday sun lulls you into a gentle sleep, he lays against you and dozes off without a second thought as he succumbs to the comfort of your presence, drinking in the sunbeams radiating from your warm, sleepy skin.

And when you sit in the crow’s nest together, keeping watch in shifts, he can’t help pulling you close as you nod off, nestling your head into his broad chest as the waves roll under the night sky. Stars twinkle softly overhead, reflecting gentle resilient light across unfathomable expanses of space, destined to land on your rosy cheeks. He cares—far more than he knew he was capable of—and though the sensation of his heart melting in your embrace is tantalizing, he is concerned about the implications of an entanglement on both his and your dreams and destinies.

He's pulled out of his mind by the harsh clash of metal against porcelain, failing to keep control of his spoon while mixing honey into your tea. “Distracted, swordsman?” Robin asks curiously, her icy eyes tinged with mischief as she observes him struggling to properly place a cover over the top of your mug, despite it being part of his nightly routine as he switched off watch duties with you.

“No. Mind your own business.” he snaps, grateful that the blanket of darkness enveloping the kitchen hides the embarrassed flush on his face. The tension is thick as she scrutinizes him, unnerving him as each movement and expression is evaluated and analyzed.

“Thinking about our little artist? The two of you are quite cute together.” she pries, her grin only growing despite his harsh response to her prior inquiries.

“We’re not together.” he bites back, more defensively than he intends to as he finally secures the lid on your cup, “She has her dream, I have mine, and we both are dedicated to helping Luffy reach his. There’s no room for distractions or screwing around.” The words hang in the air, resonating off the four walls of the kitchen; though he has his reservations about his budding feelings, he regrets the way he's spoken them into existence, and secretly hopes you were still too smothered by sleepiness to listen in.

“Is that so?” Robin challenges, smile dropping from her face as her eyes darken behind her bangs. “So, you wake up beside her, spend all day attached at the hip together, and fall asleep holding her in your arms each night with no purpose or intent?”

She hides her expression behind her teacup as she sips on the soothing chamomile extract; Zoro was far easier to fluster than she had expected him to be, enough so that she swore smoke started billowing from his ears simply from the insinuation that he was being reckless with your heart. For a man who prides himself on being collected and reserved, he’s glaringly obvious when he puts his heart on his sleeve, and though his acts of devotion and care towards you may go unnoticed by other members of the crew, there were not lost on Robin—not for a second.

Taking his reaction as an answer, she continues, switching from probing questions to gentle advice. “Swordsman, I think the only distraction is you overthinking things; you’re both going to the same place—why not go together?” she asks, her eyes softened as she gives him a sly smile. Though Zoro doesn’t speak, the swirling tension in the kitchen dissipates as he takes a deep breath and gives her the slightest hint of a nod as he leaves the kitchen, muttering a quiet g’night under his breath as he carries your cup of tea back to the crow’s nest.

He finds you greeting him with bleary eyes and a sleepy smile, cozy and bundled up in heaps of blankets as you fight the sirens murmuring sweet seaside lullabies into your ear. Soft greetings are exchanged, but he breaks the routine by setting your cup to the side and pausing to look at you, opting to meet your gaze instead of returning to his spot behind you and pulling you flush against his chest. Nothing needs to be said as his fingertips brush your face, and he stares into the pools of starlight in your eyes; how he feels is understood and reciprocated with a single loving, dreamy look—in that moment he knows your fates are twisted and intertwined, and that truthfully, they had been for quite some time. As his lips meet yours there is no hesitation; raw emotion and care guide each soft movement of your mouths as your gentle soul collides with his rough and calloused touch. The entwining of his tongue with yours is a promise, a vow to protect, to cherish, and to love one another—he’s left completely dizzy as he pulls away, giving you the soft, gentle smile that he reserves for you alone.

When he takes his place behind you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, his head is clear and meditative; he’s lighter, focused, and happy, and he can’t help but feel grateful for Robin’s prying and meddling as he plants a kiss on the top of your head.

“Sweet dreams, Zoro…” you whisper softly as your attention turns to the crashing waves, humming contently at the way his head nestles into your shoulder. He silently replies with a chaste press of his lips against the sensitive column of your neck; indulging in the comfort of your skin lulls him into a deep sleep, and leaves you blushing and buzzing with energy as you sip on your lovingly prepared cup of tea.

#one piece x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro #zoro #x reader #zoro fluff #i love him sooooooooo much #zoro my beloved.....<3 #one piece fanfiction #one piece scenario

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neochan · 9 months

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FAULT LINE (M) - TEASER

PAIRING. ex!haechan x reader

GENRE. exes to lovers, toxic relationship, smut, plot of sorts, street racer au (barely)

WARNINGS. toxicity, smut mentions

WC. teaser is 1.1k

A. NOTE. so i needed a break from the pick me chronicles and stumbled across this type of hyuck characterization!

"where the fuck are you at?"

blearily blinking, you take a look around. when did you step outside? you think as hard as you can, but nothings coming too. you're drunk. very drunk.

people littered the front of the club - some waiting on ubers, others making out. but you - why were you out here? where were your friends?

"y/n. tell me where the fuck you are."

oh shit.

the phone pressed to your ear brings you back into a sort of semi-focus. you faintly remember crying to a random stranger in the bathroom about your recent break up. the poor girl had reassured you that everything would be okay, but you barely recall pushing her aside and mumbling something about calling your ex to make up.

that was until you had caught the attention of a guy at the bar and ended up doing green tea shots with him.

oh.

oh shit.

okay yeah, every memory was bombarding you now.

if the the still sticky cum dribbling down your thighs didn't serve as a reminder, than the memory of him pressing your hips against the porcelain sink while he fucked into you should have.

"y/n?"

and then you stepped outside to call your ex because. . . you felt bad? yeah you felt bad.

his voice was becoming more impatient with each passing silent second.

"hy-uck?" you hiccup.

he sighs, "god, i thought you passed out or something."

he didn't sound mad. had you already told him what you did? you can't remember.

"hyuck." the whimper trembles from your lips, "i need you."

"i know, that's why you called me." he seems to be fumbling around with something on his end, the muffled strain of his voice giving it away. "baby, where are you? i called you earlier but you didn't hit me back."

tears start to well in your eyes as you press against the brick wall of the club.

"i went out dancing and i did something bad. i-i'm sorry." your words are slurring together and it's becoming harder to breathe. "i didn't mean to, he- he just. . ." your voice trails off in a whisper.

"he? who the fuck are you with?" the jangle of keys sounds on the other line, a few seconds later accompanied by the slam of haechans front door. his temper is rising. he knows he should calm down. shit, he's probably scaring you bad right now, but the thought of you with another guy? you broke up two days ago. why the fuck would you be with another guy.

"i fucked up, hyuck."

"this isn't a game. send me your fucking address." the purr of his car engine rumbles through the phone.

shakily, you take the phone from your ear and send him your location.

"i'll be there in five." another sigh on his end... "if i see whoever this guy is, i'm not sure i'd be able to stop myself from killing him."

you hiccup, "yeah, i know."

four minutes and thirty eight seconds later a black ford shelby GT500 screeches to a halt against the curb.

through blurry eyes, you watch as grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt approach your slouched figure. his jaw is set, eyebrows drawn up - yet you feel nothing but relief.

"jesus, how much did you fucking drink?" he scoops you up in his arms to help you stand despite your wobbly frame. the earth is swimming in your frame with each step you take, but being pressed against his lean body grounds you. so does the cologne doting his chest - so familiar and warm, you press your nose into his t-shirt.

"you smell good." you hum.

"thanks." he peers down at you with a curiosity you don't notice. maybe the breakup affected you way more than he thought because he's never seen you this fucked up. "theres a curb right here, be careful."

deep in your muddled brain, you want to kiss him and thank him for coming to get you - for actually being worried about you for once.

but you don't.

instead, you climb into the rich leather interior of his car and settle back. it stings, being back in a place you once felt so comfortable in. tears pinprick the corner of your eyes for a quick second, but you blink them away. you just let hyuck reach across your chest and buckle you in.

"hyuck i'm sorry."

his gaze fall to yours, millions of emotions lurking deep in those luminous doe eyes. you look nearly innocent and he felt bad.

he swears underneath his breath, "your guilty conscious is gonna be the death of me."

a shaky hand reaches out to touch his cheek. a familiar gesture you can't yet get rid of - not when he's three inches away from you. "hyuck-"

"fuck this." he pulls back and cards a hand through his hair. "what were you doing with another guy?"

"we- we were doing shots and -"

"how many." he breathes.

"a couple? i don't know, maybe. . . maybe three?"

a forced huff leaves his chest, "three shots with a fucking stranger?"

"hyuck, i said i'm sorry-" your hands twist regrettably in your lap.

"yeah yeah, and then what?" he's leaning against the passenger doorframe, leg bouncing right next to you.

"and then he took me into the bathroom and we fucked."

a few seconds of silence. you try to face him. you can't. why did everything have to be so complicated.

"you fucked another guy but called me to come get you?" he sneers. he has to have lost all respect for you. there's no way he hasn't.

"i'm sorr-"

"i get it. you're sorry." he pushes off the doorframe and starts to pace. "what's his name?"

the lump in your throat grows when you realize you never caught his name. "i don't know."

"you don't know? so you fucked a complete stranger?" a laugh rips from his throat, "this is unbelievable."

"can we just go? please."

he ignores your question and presses you further, "what does he look like?"

"hyuck no. please, can we go."

each word is punctuated by the grit in his teeth. "what does he fucking look like."

it was futile to argue with hyuck when he got this way. he was gonna find out who this guy was either way.

"pink hair, silver button down, black pants, expensive watch. probably drinking green tea shots." the details of the night might have been distorted, but you could have picked out this handsome stranger in a line up.

"stay right here. i'll be back."

"no! hyu-" your cry is cut off by the slam of your door. anxiously, you watch his lithe figure move past the bouncer and into the club. a sinking feeling falls in the pit of your stomach.

what the fuck did you do.

ANOTHER NOTE. is this worth continuing? let me know if it is :)

#haechan smut #haechan x reader #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #nct haechan smut #nct haechan x reader #hyuck x reader #hyuck smut #nct dream fic

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somnambulic-thing · 6 months

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Shhh

Just thinking about Eddie coming home from a three cities in five days tour, his voice completely gone.

He looks miserable when he tries to say hello to you despite better knowledge and you flinch at the sound, hearing the pain in the scratch deep in his throat. You clasp a hand over his mouth, shutting him up before he can hurt himself more.

Good thing there's a full weekend before he has to go back to the workshop on Monday, where his day job is waiting for him.

You tuck him into bed, throw a sketchpad and a pen at him and try to turn to get some camomile tea brewing but he snatches the back of your shirt and pulls you in, tucks you against his chest and just holds you there.

It's a weird silence, you can feel the words rattling around in his chest cavity and you're impressed and proud at how much restraint he's showing.

When he lets you go reluctantly, you smother his face in kisses, assuring him you'll be right back. He grins, voices a scratchy hum and softly slaps your ass when you wiggle out the bed.

In the kitchen, you start to get busy finding everything that will help to restore his voice again as fast as possible. You had started to miss it in all its ever-changing variations when you had come home on Monday to an empty apartment to many small voids where Eddie's presence usually lingers in the things he cherishes the most, uses every day.

Clothes and books - he packed too little of one, too much of the other as always - an off-white spot in the shape of a guitar over the armchair that's the only void that won't stay empty in his absence. Not only because you like sitting in this spot, though usually got no chance to sit in here when Eddie is around, but because it smells of him, because you can sink into the impression his presence has left there over the years.

You only have dried sage right now but you'll get fresh one and some other things when he's settled and asleep which shouldn't take too long, judging by the soft purple half-moons under his eyes. He's not getting any younger and hoisting amps at two in the morning after a busy concert days leaves traces now.

Maybe he has already passed out, you think. You've been busy in the kitchen for more than five minutes and he hasn't sneaked up on you yet, impatiently wrapping his arms around you from behind, sinking his face into your shoulder.

But when you get back to the bedroom with a pot full of steaming hot camomile and sage tea and a jar of honey, he's still awake, frantically filling the sketch pad with his scratchy-elegant handwriting.

He looks up when he hears you enter and makes a small, high pitched noise in his chest, his smile a soft curve of gratitude and admiration.

He pulls you back into the bed with him, pulls your legs into his lap and puts an obscene amount of honey into his first cup of tea. You chuckle and make a stupid joke about bees or something when your eyes start to move over the first page of five he had filled in your absence. You don't finish the joke, the thought fading as you fall into the report of his days away.

It's a ritual that you're fond of. It bridges the gap that had opened when you stopped dragging yourself to every gig just for the sake of it. You didn't miss the stress and the claustrophobic haze of it all - after all, you're not getting any younger either - but you missed his euphoria, missed to share his joy and whatever else got his blood pumping fast and hot and wild.

You read it all out loud, commenting in between, forming your inquisitive thoughts into yes or no questions, chuckling, marvelling, ranting, all while Eddie drinks his too-sweet tea in small sips and enlivens your narration with his facial expressions and small grunting noises.

You try not to laugh too hard, for it always makes him laugh as well and you think he knows you're holding back if the way he keeps kissing the corners of your tightly sealed lips is anything to go by. Like small thank you's because you caring for him when he's unwell still blows him away a little, even after all this time.

"You tired?" you ask, when the written report ends mid-sentence and you look up to find Eddie nodding off with his head rolling against the wall. He cracks open one eye, shakes his head, shakes himself awake and no to your question, a hand reaching out to the sketchpad in your lap.

"You can finish that later, Ed." You pluck the cup from his other hand before he can spill whats left in there over the sheets. "You look like shit."

He snorts a laugh, then coughs.

"Shit, sorry."

"S'ok-ay--" he croaks, using his vocal cords out of habit and coughs some more.

"Shhh," you say and start rubbing soothing circles into his back for as long as it takes for the dry, sore heaving to subside again.

"Okay, now you sleep. I'm going out to get some th--"

A hand over your mouth shuts you up. He's shaking his head, fumbling the notepad out of your lap at last with the other one.

Don't want you to leave. Take a nap with me?

"I won't be long, I join you when I get back."

He shakes his head again.

Please?

You barely have time to look at the word when he starts manhandling you up the bed and pulls you down with him, burying his face in your chest.

"Alright," you say, weaving your fingers into his hair while something more than his breath starts to spread warmth through your ribcage. "Alright, I stay."

You feel his muscles relax, his breath even out. Seconds later, he's asleep.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #blurb or whatever #I wrote something after weeks #everybody say 'yay somna'

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hoshifighting · 2 months

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Threesome – Bratty Sub Seungcheol & Hard Dom Jeonghan

Synopsis: After weeks of trying to schedule a happy hour with your friends, you find space in your tiring schedule. Taking a time to have a Bratty Sub Seungcheol and a Hard Dom Jeonghan to take care of you.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: Smut, threesome, sensory overload, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, degradation, praising, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, voyeurism, power dynamics and etc.

This reading is inspired in a request made through an Anon in my inbox!

As you settled in Jeonghan's cozy living room, surrounded by the comforting familiarity of your best friends, Seungcheol and Jeonghan, a sense of relief washed over you. It had been far too long since the three of you had managed to sync your schedules and just hang out. The weight of weeks of relentless work melted away as you cracked open cold beers and sank into the cushions of Jeonghan's sofa.

Jeonghan, with his signature pout, couldn't help but tease you about your perpetual busyness. "Hey, you finally decided to grace us with your presence, huh? We were starting to think you forgot about us completely!"

You chuckled, taking a swig of your drink before replying, "Hey, cut me some slack, will ya? You know how crazy things have been at work lately. But seeing you guys now, I realize just how much I've missed this."

Seungcheol chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, seriously, it's been too long. We were beginning to think you'd been abducted by aliens or something."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "Well, thankfully, no alien abductions yet. Just drowning in paperwork and deadlines."

Jeonghan shook his head in mock disapproval. "You need to learn to take a break every once in a while, you know? Life's too short to be all work and no play."

You frowned slightly at Jeonghan's teasing, taking another sip of your drink to hide your amusement. But before the conversation could take a different turn, Seungcheol's voice cut through the air with unexpected boldness.

"So, Y/N," he began, his tone suddenly shifting to a more sensual one, "how's your love life been treating you lately? Any juicy details you've been keeping from us?"

The living room seemed to shift with the sudden change in atmosphere, the playful banter replaced by a charged energy that caught you off guard. You glanced at Seungcheol, eyebrows raised in surprise, before shooting a look at Jeonghan, who was grinning mischievously.

Caught off guard by the unexpected turn of conversation, you hesitated for a moment before responding, "Uh, well, you know how it is... Work's been keeping me pretty occupied, so not much action on the romantic front lately."

Seungcheol leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "Come on, don't hold out on us. We're your best friends. Spill the tea."

You couldn't help but laugh nervously, feeling the weight of their anticipation. "Alright, alright," you began, taking a deep breath, "I did go out with a guy from HR recently, but..." you trailed off, a hint of disappointment in your voice, "he wasn't exactly what I was looking for. Cute, sure, but way too vanilla for my taste."

As you looked down, chuckling at the absurdity of it all, you felt their eyes on you, exchanging glances with an expression you couldn't quite decipher.

Jeonghan, ever the curious one, broke the silence with a raised eyebrow and a sip of his beer. "So, what is it that you like then?" he asked, his gaze fixed on you.

You met his gaze, feeling a surge of honesty wash over you. "Honestly," you admitted, "I just felt like I needed more. Like I had to do everything in bed with him. And lately, I've just been yearning for someone to take care of me for a change."

Jeonghan's response was a low, contemplative hum as he licked his lips, a sign of his deep thoughtfulness. Seungcheol nodded understandingly, his arms crossed in front of him as he absorbed your words.

"You need to find someone who knows what they're doing," Jeonghan finally stated.

You chuckled, a playful glint in your eye as you teased, "Where am I gonna find that then? Boys nowadays are so difficult," throwing your head back with closed eyes, feigning exasperation.

Suddenly, beneath the table, you felt Seungcheol's touch, his hand gently caressing your thigh. Your eyes shot open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of surprise and excitement. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of anticipation within you.

"Looks like you might not have to look too far…" Seungcheol whispered, but you and Jeonghan listened very clearly.

As Jeonghan scoffed and walked off to the kitchen, Seungcheol seized the opportunity, his eyes searching for confirmation in yours. You met his gaze, feeling a rush of excitement mingled with apprehension, before nodding slightly, giving him the green light.

In an instant, Seungcheol closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that sent a thrill coursing through your veins. His tongue danced with yours, a fervent intensity igniting between you as he sucked gently on your lips.

Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of desire and fear, the thought of Jeonghan catching you two sending a thrill of adrenaline through you. But in that moment, all you could focus on was the intoxicating sensation of Seungcheol's lips on yours.

Suddenly, you felt hands wrapping around your waist from behind, and soft kisses being trailed down your neck. A moan escaped your lips, muffled by Seungcheol's mouth as you arched into the touch, lost in the dizzying whirl of sensations.

"Jeonghan," you gasped, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your heart. The realization of the situation dawned on you, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through your veins as you struggled to catch your breath.

Jeonghan's smirk widened, his gaze flickering between you and Seungcheol. "Relax, Y/N," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle, "we're your best friends. We're just here to make sure you're taken care of."

As Jeonghan's hands slipped beneath the fabric of your top, a shiver of anticipation coursed through your body. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing along your skin as he pressed his fingers against your nipples with a delicate yet firm pressure. You couldn't help but melt at his touch, your breath catching in your throat as waves of sensation washed over you.

"Is that right?" you managed to whisper, your voice trembling with desire and uncertainty.

Jeonghan's response was a low chuckle, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in closer. "Does it feel right?" he murmured, his fingers tracing teasing circles around your sensitive flesh.

You nodded, a soft moan escaping your lips as you leaned into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating sensation he elicited.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you realized Seungcheol was now in front of you, his gaze fixed on your flushed face. You lowered your gaze, unable to meet his eyes, feeling a surge of shyness washing over you.

Seungcheol gently lifted your chin with his hand, his touch tender yet commanding as he urged you to look at him. "Why are you shy, Y/N?" he asked softly, concern laced with desire evident in his eyes.

You swallowed nervously, feeling a knot form in the pit of your stomach as you struggled to find the right words. "I-I don't know," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper, "It's just..."

Before you could finish your sentence, Seungcheol's other hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body as he caressed your wetness over your panties, stroking your clit. A gasp escaped your lips, your body responding instinctively to his touch as you arched into his hand, craving more.

Seungcheol's gaze never wavered as he continued to stroke you, his touch sending waves of pleasure radiating through your stomach. "You don't need to be shy with me," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "I want to make you feel good, too… Let me take care of you."

Before Seungcheol could proceed further, a commanding tone from Jeonghan cut through the heated atmosphere like a sudden gust of wind, freezing the moment in its tracks.

"Stop." Jeonghan's voice rang out, firm and authoritative, causing both you and Seungcheol to pause in your actions.

Seungcheol looked at Jeonghan with wide, doe-like eyes, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty flickering across his face. His hand hesitated, lingering at the waistband of your pants as he awaited further instruction.

Jeonghan's gaze shifted from Seungcheol to you, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene before him. There was a moment of tense silence, broken only by the sound of your erratic breathing.

Finally, Jeonghan spoke, his voice softened but no less commanding. "Not like this." he said, his tone carrying a weight of authority that brooked no argument. "Let's go to the bedroom."

Your heart raced at the suggestion, your legs trembling with a potent mix of anticipation and desire. You struggled to steady yourself, the overwhelming arousal making it difficult to stand.

Sensing your need, Seungcheol stepped forward, his strong arms wrapping around you to offer support. A chuckle escaped his lips as he felt you tremble against him, the sound both comforting and arousing in equal measure.

"Easy there," Seungcheol murmured, his voice low and husky, "I've got you."

s Jeonghan stood before you, his hands deftly pushing your top up, a shiver ran down your spine as the cool air hit your exposed nipples, causing them to harden in response. His touch trailed down your belly, sending tingles of anticipation coursing through your skin as he smirked knowingly.

With practiced ease, Jeonghan unbuttoned your pants, sliding them down your thighs with a gentle yet firm grip. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, feeling a rush of heat pooling between your legs as he exposed more of your trembling body to his gaze.

Then, as if sensing your need for reassurance, Jeonghan cupped your face in his hands, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The taste of alcohol lingered on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, sending sparks of desire shooting through your veins.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol wasted no time in removing his own shirt, his bare chest pressing against your back as he pressed his growing erection against your ass. Trapped between the two bodies, your breath grew unsteady, the heat of their touch fueling the fire of desire that raged within you.

Seungcheol pressed his bulge against you, simulating the sensation of being penetrated, a moan escaped your lips, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. But before the moment could escalate further, Jeonghan abruptly halted the kiss, his expression suddenly serious as he addressed Seungcheol.

"Seungcheol, could you stop?" Jeonghan's tone was firm, his request laced with a hint of authority.

You clung to Jeonghan's shirt, feeling a mix of confusion and arousal as you turned to look at Seungcheol.

But Seungcheol responded with a bratty tone, as he challenged Jeonghan's authority. "Why should I?" he retorted, his voice dripping with defiance, his hands still gripping your hips possessively.

Jeonghan's response was sharp, almost degrading, as he put Seungcheol in his place. "Because I said so," he snapped, his tone laced with authority, his eyes flashing with determination. "You'll obey me, understood?"

Seungcheol's attitude faltered for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and Jeonghan as he grappled with his own desires and the need to submit. Eventually, he relented, his demeanor shifting to one of obedience as he complied with Jeonghan's command.

As Jeonghan carefully laid you down on the bed, his lips tracing a path of kisses down your thighs, a shiver of anticipation coursed through your body. His touch was gentle yet electrifying, sending waves of pleasure rippling through every fiber of your being.

With delicate precision, he removed your panties, his fingers trailing teasingly along your skin as he discarded the last barrier between you and the overwhelming desire that consumed you.

Then, as he positioned you on his chest, his hands caressing your inner thighs, Seungcheol's voice cut through the heated atmosphere like a knife.

"Can I eat her out?" he asked, his tone thick with desire as he knelt before you, his eyes burning with hunger.

You nodded eagerly, unable to suppress the need that pulsed through your veins. But before Seungcheol could act, Jeonghan interjected, his voice calm yet commanding.

"Did I say you could?" Jeonghan's words were a challenge, a reminder of the dynamic that existed between them.

Seungcheol immediately sat back on his heels, his gaze flickering between you and Jeonghan as he grappled with his own desires and the need for permission.

With a deep breath, Seungcheol closed his eyes, his breath ragged as he struggled to maintain control. The sight of your glistening pussy before him was almost too much to bear, a tantalizing temptation that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness.

As Jeonghan's fingers traced between your wet folds, a hiss escaped your lips at the electrifying sensation. Your breath caught in your throat as he collected your slick, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

With deliberate care, he began to circle his fingertips around your clit, the sensation causing your legs to tremble uncontrollably. The intense arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach made it difficult to think, your mind consumed by a fog.

eungcheol's voice broke the silence, thick with desire as he asked, "Can I join in yet?"

Jeonghan's fingers continued their relentless assault on your clit, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. With a smirk, he responded, "Not yet. For now, you're just going to watch."

The moment Jeonghan slid two fingers inside of your slick, wet pussy, a loud, squelching sound echoed in the room, mingling with your unabashed moans of pleasure. Your head fell back, resting on his shoulder, as you clutched his forearm with both hands, seeking support and grounding amidst the overwhelming waves of sensation crashing over you.

The stretch and pressure of his fingers filling you sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, each movement sending you deeper into a haze of ecstasy. You pressed yourself against him, seeking solace in his embrace as he skillfully worked you towards the edge of bliss.

As you glanced over at Seungcheol, you could see the hunger in his eyes, his hand moving discreetly, touching himself. The sight of him indulging in his own desire at the sight of you only fueled the fire burning within you, heightening your arousal to new heights.

"Uhh... mmm..." Your moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure echoing off the walls as Jeonghan's skilled fingers worked wonders inside you.

Then, in a sudden burst, Jeonghan curled his fingers, hitting your g'spot with pinpoint accuracy. Your eyes rolled back in your head as waves of pleasure crashed over you, a primal scream escaping your chest.

"Ah! Oh my g-god!" you cried out, your voice echoing with raw desire.

But Jeonghan's command snapped you out of your reverie. "Hands to yourself," he admonished, his voice firm yet laced with arousal.

Immediately, you obeyed, withdrawing your hands from where you had been gripping his arm, placing them obediently by your side.

The sensation of Jeonghan's fingers teasing your most sensitive spot sent you spiraling closer and closer to the edge of climax, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

"I'm going to cum, Jeonghan," you gasp out, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea as your walls clench tightly around his fingers. But Jeonghan remains quiet, his focus solely on driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

You steal one last glance at Seungcheol, the intensity of his gaze fueling the fire burning within you, before you close your eyes tight, surrendering yourself to the impending release.

As the waves of pleasure crash over you, you feel your body convulse with ecstasy, your inner muscles contracting rhythmically around Jeonghan's fingers. A prolonged moan escapes your lips, echoing through the room as you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

As Jeonghan removed his fingers from your trembling core, placing them firmly on your thighs and spreading you open, a sense of vulnerability washed over you. You gasped as you felt the cool air against your exposed flesh, your senses heightened by the anticipation of what was to come.

Then, his commanding voice broke through the silence, sending a shiver down your spine. "Seungcheol, eat her out," he ordered, his tone firm and authoritative.

Your eyes widened at his command, your body still tingling from the intense orgasm moments before. You were too sensitive, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through you to handle any more stimulation.

But Seungcheol wasted no time, his tongue diving eagerly into your dripping folds, sucking your clit between his lips with a hunger that mirrored your own desire. You contorted beneath him, the sensation almost too intense to bear as waves of pleasure crashed over you once again.

"N-no, too sensitive!" you managed to stammer out between moans, your body writhing with pleasure as you struggled to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. "S-Seungcheol-ah! Ah! I can't, I can't..."

Desperately, you reached out, grabbing onto Jeonghan, the sheets, anything you could find to ground yourself amidst the whirlwind of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole.

Seungcheol held you close, his strong arms wrapping around you as he continued to lavish attention on your throbbing clit, his tongue flicking and swirling with practiced skill.

Meanwhile, Jeonghan took charge, spreading your legs wider, immobilizing you as he positioned himself between them. Your hips instinctively began to move, humping your pussy against Seungcheol's face as Jeonghan held your trembling body in place.

"Such a good girl," Jeonghan murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "But you know you want this. You want to cum all over Seungcheol's face, don't you?"

His words only served to heighten your arousal, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of another explosive climax. You couldn't help but revel in the delicious torment of being caught between the two men who knew exactly how to push you to the brink of.

As Seungcheol's tongue worked tirelessly to elicit more moans from your lips, you couldn't resist stealing a glance at him. His eyes locked with yours, filled with hunger and anticipation, seeking confirmation that he was indeed pleasing you. But that simple act of meeting his gaze proved to be your undoing.

"Oh S-Seungcheol!" you gasped, your body convulsing as the intensity of your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Seungcheol closed his eyes in bliss, savoring the taste of your sweet release as you soaked his mouth with your essence.

Jeonghan held you securely in his embrace, his hands roaming your trembling body as he continued the dirty talk that fueled the fire burning within you.

"That's it, cum for him," Jeonghan whispered, his voice a seductive murmur in your ear. "You're such a good little slut, letting Seungcheol devour you like that. Look at how wet you are for him. You can't get enough, can you?"

Jeonghan lets your legs go, and Seungcheol stops, a line of your cum between his lips and your pussy. He grins at you, licking his lips, enjoying the taste of your arousal. You smile back, feeling satisfied and exhilarated by the intense pleasure he just gave you. The sight of him with your essence still on his lips sends a surge of desire through you, even as you lay there, breathless and spent.

Jeonghan cocks his head slightly, catching sight of Seungcheol touching himself. A frown creases his brow as he moves closer, his voice laced with a hint of dominance.

"You're such a brat," Jeonghan admonishes, his tone dripping with disdain. "Can't even follow a simple command, can you? Always have to do things your own way."

Seungcheol's eyes widen in surprise, his hand freezing mid-stroke as he meets Jeonghan's gaze. There's a flicker of defiance in his eyes, but it quickly fades under the weight of Jeonghan's disapproving stare.

Jeonghan continues his tirade, his words cutting like a knife. "You think you can just do whatever you want, don't you? Well, let me remind you who's in charge here. It's not you. It's me."

Seungcheol's cheeks flush with embarrassment, his gaze dropping to the floor as he mumbles an apology. He knows he's crossed a line, pushed Jeonghan too far, and now he's facing the consequences of his actions.

"On your knees," you obediently followed Jeonghan's command, leaving the bed and kneeling on the floor before him. As he lowered his sweatpants and underwear, his cock sprung free, already glistening with precum. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, anticipation coursing through your veins.

Jeonghan's commanding tone sent a thrill down your spine as he instructed you to suck it. Suppressing a smile, you complied, running your tongue along the length of his shaft from base to tip before enveloping his cock in your hot mouth.

Seungcheol watched in awe as you took all of Jeonghan's length inside your mouth, your lips stretched around him as you eagerly worked to please him. Jeonghan's grip tightened on your hair, guiding you as you deepthroated him, your own desire to please him matched only by your desire to impress Seungcheol.

"See, Seungcheol?" Jeonghan's voice was a mixture of praise and degradation as he looked down at you. "Look at how good she is, taking me so well. She's a good girl, isn't she?"

You moaned in response, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through Jeonghan's body. Your desire to please him and prove yourself to Seungcheol only fueled your determination as you continued to suck and stroke him, eager to show them both just how skilled you could be.

As Jeonghan guided you to stand, his firm grip on your hair, you followed his lead obediently, feeling a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. With a gentle push, he directed Seungcheol to lay back on the bed, his gaze locking with yours as he positioned you on all fours over Seungcheol's prone form.

Your hand found purchase on the bed, the other resting on Seungcheol's chest as you braced yourself for what was to come. Then, without warning, Jeonghan entered you from behind, his cock sliding slowly but surely into your slick, eager pussy.

A gasp escaped your lips as you felt him fill you completely, the sensation both shocking and exhilarating. You hadn't expected Jeonghan to fuck you with Seungcheol beneath you, and the sheer intensity of the moment left you reeling with pleasure.

With each powerful thrust, Jeonghan's cock drove deeper into you, eliciting screams of pleasure that echoed through the room. Your hand clenched Seungcheol's chest tightly, the sensation causing him to hiss in response.

Feeling embarrassed by Seungcheol's proximity and intense gaze, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, seeking solace in his comforting touch. His hand caressed your back soothingly, a silent gesture of understanding and support in the midst of the overwhelming pleasure.

"That's it, take it all, you dirty little slut," Jeonghan growled, his words fueling the fire burning within you. "You love getting fucked like this, don't you? With Seungcheol watching you, helpless and needy beneath you."

His words sent a shiver of arousal coursing through you, the slick sound of his cock pounding into your wet pussy growing louder with each passing moment.

"Look at Seungcheol's face," Jeonghan's command pierced through the haze of pleasure, pulling you back to the present moment.

Seungcheol's own desire was palpable, his cock straining against his restraint as he watched you with hungry eyes. The sight of you moaning and writhing in pleasure, your gaze locked with his, sent a surge of arousal coursing through him, almost to the point of pain.

"Fuck," he breathed out, his voice strained with need as he struggled to maintain control. "You look so fucking hot like this."

Jeonghan turned to Seungcheol with a smirk, his voice dripping with amusement. "How much do you want to fuck this pussy?"

Seungcheol's eyes gleamed with desire as he replied, his voice husky with need. "I want to fuck you until you can't think straight Y/N."

Your pussy clenched involuntarily around Jeonghan's cock at Seungcheol's words, the sheer intensity of his desire driving you wild with pleasure, a silent affirmation of your own desire.

Jeonghan moans at your sudden clench then he chuckles mockingly, his tone teasing. "Looks like someone liked hearing that," he remarked. "Did you enjoy that, sweetheart? Did Seungcheol's dirty talk make you clench so hard around my cock? Hhmm? Did it make you wet, feeling how much Seungcheol wants to fuck you?"

Jeonghan coos, his gaze flickering to you as he remarked, "Looks like she enjoyed hearing that, didn't she?" He nodded towards your trembling form, noting how you clenched tightly around his cock in response to Seungcheol's words.

Your breath hitched at his words, a moan escaping your lips as the sensation of Jeonghan's cock filling you combined with the eroticism of Seungcheol's words sent waves of pleasure crashing over you.

Undeterred, Jeonghan turned back to Seungcheol, his tone playful yet demanding. "Tell me again, Seungcheol. How much do you want to fuck this pussy?"

Seungcheol moaned in response, "I want to fuck you so hard!" he groaned, his words causing a surge of pleasure to course through you.

Jeonghan laughed heartily at Seungcheol's words, his amusement evident in the sparkle of his eyes. "How pretty," he remarked, his voice filled with amusement and satisfaction. "She came just because you said that."

Jeonghan chuckled in amusement at your reaction, his laughter mingling with the sounds of your moans and the slick, wet sounds of his cock plunging into your cunt.

"Look at you baby…" he murmured, his tone laced with satisfaction. "So pretty when you cum like that, all because Seungcheol said a few words."

Seungcheol's expression was a mix of pride and desire as he watched you quiver and tremble with pleasure, your body reacting so intensely to his words. He couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at knowing the effect he had on you, at being able to elicit such a powerful response with just his voice.

As your orgasm subsided, leaving you panting and spent, Jeonghan leaned in closer, his voice low and seductive. "You're such a good girl, aren't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Cumming so hard just from Seungcheol's words. You're such a slut for him, aren't you?"

A mischievous grin spread across Jeonghan's face as he heard your response. "Yes, I love it. I love being a slut for Seungcheol." you declared with unabashed enthusiasm, embracing the label with pride.

Seungcheol's own desire flared at your words, his cock throbbing with renewed urgency as he watched the exchange between you and Jeonghan. The knowledge that you were willing to submit so completely to him sent a surge of lust coursing through him, igniting a fire of desire that threatened to consume him whole.

Jeonghan's laughter filled the room, a rich and satisfying sound that echoed off the walls. "That's my girl," he chuckled, his voice tinged with approval. "Such a good little slut for Seungcheol."

Seungcheol's eyes sparkled with desire as he heard your confession, a surge of arousal coursing through him at the sight of you embracing your submissive side so willingly.

With a satisfied smile, Jeonghan leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Now, let's see how much more you can take, my little slut."

Jeonghan's voice cut through the haze of desire that enveloped you, his words sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through your veins. "Can you ride Seungcheol for us, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone laced with desire and expectation.

You hesitated for a moment, your legs trembling with exhaustion from the intense pleasure you had already experienced. But as you looked into Seungcheol's eyes, seeing the raw desire and longing reflected there, you knew you couldn't deny him—or yourself—this pleasure.

Summoning every ounce of strength you had left, you nodded slowly, determination flashing in your eyes. With shaky hands, you positioned yourself over Seungcheol's lap, his hard cock pressing against your entrance, begging for entry.

Seungcheol understood your hesitation, sensing the fatigue in your trembling legs. With a gentle touch, he guided you, supporting you as you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. He moved with care, knowing that if he didn't help you, you might sink too quickly and risk hurting yourself.

As you slid down onto him, feeling the fullness of his cock filling you once again, a moan of pleasure escaped your lips. Seungcheol held you close, his hands supporting you as you found a rhythm that worked for both of you.

And as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure of riding him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the care and consideration he showed you, ensuring that every moment of pleasure was shared and enjoyed to the fullest.

With trembling legs and a relentless need for pleasure, you reached out, guiding Seungcheol's hands to your breasts, urging him to take control as you continued to ride his cock with abandon. Your wetness soaked his pelvis, evidence of your intense arousal and desire for him.

Your voice was hoarse from the screams of pleasure that had already escaped your lips, but now it was filled with the raw need and longing as you moaned Seungcheol's name. Your hands tightened around his, urging him to squeeze and fondle your breasts, amplifying the sensations coursing through your body.

Seungcheol whimpered in response, his own desire reaching a fever pitch as he finally succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure of your wet and throbbing cunt. His hips thrust upward to meet yours, his cock driving deep inside you with each delicious stroke.

Jeonghan reclined against the headboard, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you exhaust yourself in an effort to please Seungcheol. His hand moved with increasing urgency over his own cock, mirroring the rhythm of your movements as you rode Seungcheol's cock with determined fervor.

As you felt the burn in your muscles and the sweat trickling down your back, Seungcheol's words of praise filled your ears, spurring you on even further. "That's it, baby," he moaned, his voice husky with desire. "You feel so fucking good. I'm loving watching you ride me like this."

Your heart swelled with pride at his words, your determination to please him driving you to push yourself even harder. With each thrust, you sought to elicit more moans of pleasure from him, your body moving with a desperate need for release.

Jeonghan's gaze never wavered from the sight before him, his own pleasure building with each stroke of his hand. He nodded in encouragement, urging you to keep going, to keep riding Seungcheol until you both cum. "Keep going, sweetheart," he encouraged, his voice laced with desire. "You're doing so well. Ride him harder. I want to see you cum for us."

As you reached the peak of your pleasure, your vision blurred and your senses were consumed by a white-hot ecstasy unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your pussy clenched around Seungcheol's cock with such intensity that you could feel every ridge and vein, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

The sounds of Seungcheol's increasingly desperate moans filled the room, merging with the sensations of heat and wetness inside your cunt. And then, finally, you let go, surrendering to the overwhelming wave of pleasure that crashed over you with relentless force.

Your orgasm was prolonged and intense, the most powerful and satisfying climax of your life. As you collapsed against Seungcheol's chest, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, you lost all sense of time and space.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were greeted by the sight of Jeonghan and Seungcheol by your side, their faces a mixture of awe and concern as they gazed down at you. Their voices were a soothing mantra, calling out your name with both worry and wonder.

"Are you okay?" Seungcheol's voice was filled with concern, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek.

Jeonghan's expression mirrored Seungcheol's concern as he leaned in closer, his voice soft and reassuring. "You were amazing, sweetheart," he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your skin. "But we need to make sure you're okay. Can you hear me?"

You nodded weakly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you basked in the warmth and affection of their presence. Despite the intensity of the experience, you knew that you were safe and cared for, surrounded by the love and concern of your two closest friends.

"We need to take a bath," Jeonghan declared, breaking the post-orgasmic silence that hung in the air.

You glanced down at your state, the sweat and other fluids clinging to your skin, and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," you replied, your voice still slightly breathless from the intensity of your climax.

Seungcheol chuckled beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist. "Yeah, Jeonghan even came on my arm." he admitted with a smirk.

Jeonghan's eyes widened in horror, and he quickly swatted Seungcheol on the arm. "Yaaa! No need to tell her that!" he scolded, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at their exchange, the sound echoing through the room as you doubled over with mirth. "Oh my god, you guys are ridiculous!" you managed to gasp out between fits of laughter.

Despite his embarrassment, Jeonghan couldn't help but join in your laughter, the tension of the moment dissipating as he realized the absurdity of the situation. "Alright, alright, let's just get cleaned up." he said, still chuckling as he got to his feet.

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Yandere Sorcerer

Imagine "falling" for a yandere sorcerer...

You had met Aod years ago, the owner of a local magic shop. Considered a master of many fields ranging from runes to potionology to even astrology. He was a unique man to say the least. One day while you went in there to buy some more Wolf's Bane, he awkwardly asked you on a date. Something you happily accepted.

When reaching the cafe the next day, he handed you a box of homemade chocolates urging you to try one. Feeling the sweet treat melt on your tongue, it was the best chocolate you had ever eaten. And the date just kept getting better from there. It felt like love at first sight, as if you two were made for eachother.

Your relationship moved fast, faster than anybody in the village had seen. Within a month you both had already moved in together, and a month after that you were already considering marriage. People would occassionly come to talk to you, saying things were moving too fast and that maybe you should slow down. But you never listened, why would you? The world has been so much brighter ever since you and Aod started dating. You never wanted this to end.

He was the perfect fiancee. Providing for you, caring for you, loving you more than anything. What more could you ask for? Who cares if things were moving fast, that's just how in love you two were.

Though one day you were left sick in bed, coming down with some kind of stomach bug. You remained in bed in order to heal. Aod walked into your shared bedroom, holding a teacup in his hand, the tea he would brew for you every morning. Placing the tea on the side table, insisting you to drink it even if you could barely keep anything down, saying that it would make you feel better. Refusing to leave the room until you drank the entire cup. Once you had done as told, he gave you his usual kind smile before turning around and leaving the room.

You lied in bed for what felt like hours before your stomach lurched around inside of you, causing you to need to grab the bucker beside your bed. Upon emptying your stomach into it, you were shocked to see what was inside. It was the usual digusting greens or yellows you would expect. But there was also large blotches of bright pink within it, dropping the bucket on the ground in shock as you tried to stand up from the bed. You legs shaking beneath you as you broke out in a cold sweat. Your heart was beating a mile a minutes as it felt like the room was losing the color it once had. Your only thought...

Where the Hell were you...

It felt like the past few months were a blur, the last thing you remember clearly was arriving for your first ever date with Aod. Everything else was a blurry mess. You were left with a feeling of terror as you walked out of the bedroom, trying to reach the front door. Something deep in your mind was screaming at you to get out before Aod came, to get out and get help before he returned.

Though before you reached the front door a firm hand grabbed hold of your shoulder, a familiar voice sounded out behind you.

"Dear, what are you doing out of bed?"

It was Aod. You tried to pry yourself out of his grip and scream for help but he quickly pulled you into his chest, covering your mouth with his hand. He tried to talk to you but all it took was a single look in your eyes for his gentle gaze to change into one of frustration. He kept a hand over your mouth as he dragged you further into the house. Easily overpowering your struggles as he forced you into his office, locking the door behind you both.

Dragging you towards a large cupboard, Aod opened one of the drawers revealing countless bottles of the same bright pink concoction you had just expelled from your stomach. He brought one of the bottles to your lips and upon having to fight you, he began to pry your mouth open with his hand. Now pouring the sweet tasting mixture into your mouth, forcing it down your throat.

It only took a few minutes for the room around you to become blurry again, as if your brain was going numb. The color returned to your surroundings as Aod pulled you into his chest, gently stroking your head with a soft smile. His voice gentle as he whispered into your ear.

"Don't worry, it's okay now Dear. You just got a little restless there for a second."

His smile spread as he nuzzled his face into your neck, speaking in a voice dripping with obsession. Looking down at the ring on your finger.

"I've been thinking. We should get married as soon as possible and finally leave this backwards town. It will finally just be you and me. Would you like that Hun?"

You looked up at him with glassy eyes, a loving smile on your lips as you nodded without a thought. After all, what was so wrong with that? Aod was the best fiancee you could have asked for...

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bookishdreamer28 · 6 months

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Giving Gojo the silent treatment

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It all started because of a fight you had the previous day. He's been working so hard lately, that the only thing you wanted was to make his day, somehow better by making dinner, having some good time for yourselves, drink wine and many more.

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It was 9 p.m and you had already set the table, with Satoru's and yours fave dinner. You were all dolled up and waiting for your fave boy's arrival.

When you heard the lock on the door, you instantly stood up from the couch and when to greet him. You could already see his small frown on his face and you wanted nothing more but to make it go away right away.

"Satoru my love, welcome ba-"

"Yeah yeah nice to see you too." He stepped back from your hug and walked away. Just walked away.

You knew how hard it was to be a sorcerer, but it wasn't necessary for him to act his way. You tried to brush it off, but the sting was still there. It hurts that he avoided hugging you.

You followed him to your room and saw him getting in the bathroom, ready to take a shower. You sighed and decided to sit on the bed and wait for him.

Once he got out, he didn't say anything to you and went straight to your closet.

He could feel your eyes on him but he still didn't say a thing.

"Uhm, I have dinner ready love. I made our fave! Since I know how much you liked it last time, I thought about making it again and after dinner I have planned an amazing night for ourselves, since I know you've been working s-"

"I don't feel like eating right now. I thing I'm going to bed early after I drink some tea." He said in a monotone voice.

"Really? Oh...but baby I just wanted to make you feel better. I know things are not ok out there but in here I want you feel safe and good-"

"CAN'T YOU JUST STOP TALKING ALREADY? I told you. I'm not in the mood for ANYHTING but sleep." He turned to you looking pissed. You absolutely understood him but the way he spoke to you is definitely Not ok.

"Well you don't need to be such a jerk you know. I just wanted to take care of you and this is how you talk to me?"

"Whem you're being pushy, what do you expect me to do? I had the toughest week ever, I need sleep and I need you to leave me alone." He said raising his voice a bit.

You tried so hard not let tears fall down. It broke your heart knowing that you were basically a burden to him now.

You felt your hands trembling and took a deep breath. Once you closed your eyes, you felt them. Tears were rolling down your cheeks. But you didn't really care.

Satoru didn't notice your tears since he truned away from you, to make tea.

After you calmed a little, you changed to your pajamas and went to collect the food from the table.

You saw satoru watching tv while drinking his tea, and you felt anger rising up again. The fact that he was so chill with all this made you so mad. You had many tough weeks too. You went through so much bullshit too. And you had bad days too. But you never thought, not even once, take it out on Satoru.

You cleaned the table and put the food in the fridge for tomorrow. You felt so exhausted. You went in yours and Satoru's bed, to take a blanket and a pillow, since you pretty sure he doesn't want to sleep with you.

Satoru was washing his mug and he didn't saw you when you went to take your place on the couch. With not more words exchanged, Satoru left the kitchen and went straight to your bedroom.

And without noticing, you started sobbing.

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The next morning, Satoru woke up and when he saw you weren't next to him, he panicked. He got up alarmed and went in the living room.

"Y/N!? Sweetheart where are y-" when his eyes fell on your curled up figure, he released a breath he felt he was holding for too long. He thought about yesterday and immigrated felt like he wanted the ground to open a wide hole, and swallow him in.

He approached silently and crouched down next to you. He raised his hand and took a small strand of your hair and placed it behind you ear. He kissed yoyr forehead and stayed there for a while. He felt your body stirr and lookedat you carefully. You slowly opened your eyes and when you saw Satoru hovering above you, you frowned.

"Y/N baby, why did you sleep here? Didn't you get cold? Are you feeling cold now? Cause I'm going to make you tea and some breakfast for you to eat baby." He whispered.

You sat a little, rubbing your eyes. And then stood up and left, leaving Satoru there. He watched you walking away till you disappeared in the bathroom. He rubbed hos forehead thinking how much he messed up and cursed himself.

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The next morning, Satoru was in the kitchen making breakfast. He was humming your fave song, while making eggs and puring some juice on your glass. The smell woke you up and when you reached the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks. You wanted to smile at the image, but you couldn't forget what happened yesterday. You opened the fridge and grabbed one bottle of water and went back to the couch, grabbing your book with you. He felt his hwart breaking because the onky thing he wanted was to feel your warm body pressed against his. He wanted your kisses. He wanted you, moee than anything else. He looked at you and turned his back to you again, not wanting you to see his tears.

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"Hey baby, how about we watch this series you talked to me about last week? You said season 2 is out, so I thought about watching it together. I brought snacks, sodas, i have your fave blanket aaand hugs!" He said cheerfully. But when he saw you not paying him any attention, his smiled dropped. You were laughing at a video you were watching. Oh how much he missed this sound. And how much he wished was the one making you laugh like this.

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That night, you returned home from a coffee with Shoko and decided to take a shower. After that, you were ready to to watch your fave series on the couch and then go to sleep. Satoru saw you there, and he started walking to you. When you heard his footsteps, you rolled your eyes and pretended to be asleep.

He sat on the floor next to the couch and stared at you with those blue eyes.

"Baby, I-" he felt like his throat was close. He couldn't speak. His voice was hoarse from crying.

You turned your head away, because you couldn't take it seeing him that way. But the fact that he hurted you with his choice of words, was something that made you very upset.

"I'm so so so freaking sorry my love. I messed up so badly and I know saying sorry won't change the fact that I hurt you. But I want you to know that you mean the whole world to me." He voice was shaking his fingers reached to touch you. He needed to feel you so badly.

You looked at him and listened carefully to what he had to say.

Once he saw your eyes beautiful eyes looking at him, he felt so relieved. He missed you so much.

"Please baby, please forgive me. I know I'm in no place to even ask that after the way I spoke to you, but I can't take this anymore. Being this close to uu and not having you pains me. It pains me so damn much." He felt his eyes sting with tears.

You cold expression turned to a sad one, and you felt like hugging him so tight, but you were still unsure of what to do now.

Satoru's head dropped to the floor and he rubbed his eyes trying to not let anymore tears roll down.

"Oh Toru." You whispered. At the sound, Saotru looked at you, woth widen eyes.

"Baby, I- it pained me so much seeing you so upset and cold. Remember when we promised that we will be each other's anchors, and that we'll talk about anything that is bothering us? Well, you didn't do it. You just let your anger speak for you. And it was messed up."

You rested your right hand, on his softly.

"But I love you too. And this will never change. But please, mext time just talk to me ok? Of course there will be days that something will upset us and ruin our moods, but at the end day, all that matters is that we're each other's home." You rubbed his cheek softly, wiping his tears away.

"Can I please hug you?" He asked with a low voice.

"Of course baby." You moved first and he caught you in his arms fast. He felt alive again. And so did you. That was all you needed.

"Now, how about we watch my series and eat something to cheer us up hm?" You asked smiling, and leaned to leave a soft kiss on his lips. When you tried to pull away, he grabbed your face and kissed you more. And harder.

Well now you know that you won't be watching anything.

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Here's a new Gojo post caused missed writing something with him!!

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lancermylove · 3 months

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How They Seek Comfort (Scenario)

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Pairing: Leaders x gn!Reader

Warning: None

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The lion had received a message from his sister-in-law in the morning, and he was beyond upset. The king and queen were holding a gathering for the elites in Sunset Savanna, and Leona was expected to be there even though he knew most of the elites would have preferred him to stay away.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind and buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled your skin, but you remained silent and somewhat still. The prince's body immediately relaxed when he felt the heat radiating off your skin through your clothes. The sound of your heartbeats added to his comfort. You provided him with the comfort that no one in his family or circle could ever provide him.

He couldn't believe his ears. How did someone accidentally destroy his favorite gargoyle statue? The prince wondered if it was an accident or someone on campus had purposely destroyed it to irk him. The worst part was Lilia, Sebek, and Silver had hidden this from him.

Malleus rested his head on your lap while being cautious to not injure you with his horns. You slowly began to run your fingers rhythmically through his hair. Your soothing touch provided much needed calmness to his troubled mind. Within minutes, his eyes closed, and the prince unexpectedly fell asleep. You could have sworn you saw the corners of his lips slightly curl up when you leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead.

His dorm members kept breaking one rule after another, even more than usual. Why couldn't they respect the rules? He was much more lenient with them after his overblot, but it felt like they were taking advantage of the freedom he had given them. Riddle sat on the sofa in his room, his arms crossed and lips tugged downwards.

You couldn't blame his dormmates for breaking some of the rules, especially the silly ones like not being allowed to drink tea after such and such. But you weren't going to say this to Riddle; instead, you rested your hand on his head, causing his muscles to become stiff. The next moment, he closed his eyes and relaxed his shoulders. He hated to admit it, but your gentle strokes helped him relax better than anything.

How could the game be so cruel to him? He was in the middle of a flawless run, and the developers suddenly took the game offline for emergency maintenance. All his efforts were sent down the drain in one second. How could they? Idia was nearly in tears.

He sat beside you and rested his head on your shoulder, sulking. You could feel the weight of his sadness and frustration, and you didn't know what to say to help him calm down. So, you remained quiet and rested your cheek against his head. All you could do was stay close to him, hoping your warmth would bring comfort.

He got an offer for a new role as the main lead in a movie and couldn't contain his excitement. A few minutes later, he received a message from the agent apologizing for sending him the wrong information. Vil had received an offer to play the villain, not the hero. In an instant, his mood turned sour.

When you noticed his smile turned into a deep frown, you approached him, concerned. Seeing your expression, Vil felt a bit guilty for worrying you. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, closed his eyes, and rested his forehead against yours. Though it may have been a small gesture, it showed how much he trusted you.

Jamil lectured Kalim, and though he wasn't upset, he wasn't happy either. Kalim knew his friend was only lecturing him for his own good, but he felt guilty for causing Jamil trouble. Sometimes, he wondered why he couldn't do anything right or without messing up. Even though you tried to tell him that wasn't the case, Kalim thought you were just trying to be nice to him.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you closer to him. Wordlessly, he buried his face in your chest, surprising you slightly. Regardless, you wrapped your left arm around his shoulder and stroked the back of his head with your right hand. As Kalim took in your scent and heard your heartbeat, he began to relax. Maybe you were right, and he was overthinking the situation.

Crowley was giving him a hard time again, and while Azul could easily deal with the head mage, the octopus still found him irritating. To make matters worse, Floyd was having mood swings and didn't feel like working. So, in the middle of his duty, the playful twin disappeared without a word. The customers got upset, Jade was overloaded, and Azul had to deal with many complaints.

He rested his forehead against your shoulder, his arms dangling by his side. Feeling arms around him, he took a deep breath and sighed heavily, allowing his body to bask in your warmth and comfort. You were the only person in the world to whom Azul showed this vulnerable side. As you stroked his back, the octopus's breath became slow and rhythmic. Your presence and touch were like a balm to his exhausted soul.

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theastrical · 19 days

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Genshin men as cats!

What if genshin men turned into cats, what will they be like?

kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli (x reader)

Fluff fluff (kinda comfort/hurt)

Kaeya: he turned into a cat after accidentally drinking albedo’s “tea” which turns out to be a potion. When he turned into a cat, he didn’t panic, rather, he was happy. He thought that becoming a cat doesn’t sound so bad after all..you’re a big cat lover so if he become a cat, your love for him will double right? not to mention that he’s exactly like your favorite breed, grey british short hair. So he immediately ran back home and meowed in front of the door, his meows is so loud you can barely ignore it. So when you opened the door, your heartbeat stopped. A fluffy cat…with pretty meows….and and…FLUFFY PAWS??? You take him inside and feed him with tuna, you kissed his head thousand of times, rubbing his tummy while he just purrs. Kaeya is already drowning from your love! But suddenly he turned into the normal kaeya again..*sigh*, you were disappointed that the cat is gone….. If you were to pick who to abandon, it seems obvious that kaeya is your choice, the cat? You keep it. Ever since then, kaeya has been trying to turn into a cat, sometimes his failure lead him to an unbearable fever or…a success. You ended up showering him with tons of kisses, pats, and belly rubs that he enjoyed like no one..he’s such a clingy kitty cat. Even when you bite his cheeks, he would meow happily.

diluc: he. is. horrified. He suddenly becomes a cat after eating a snack from sumeru that he was given to as a way for him to know “nature”, well at his defense, he didn’t know it means he would be turned into a cat!!!…It’s ironic that he becomes a cat in the first place. He has a cat allergy…why does he become a cat?! He can be a dog…why a cat?! He was pissed. He doesn’t want his fur to be everywhere…he’s an orange persian cat, a sassy persian cat with huge furs. He hates his catself and decided to hide himself under the table. “Diluc..?” You came inside his room and he immediately meowed..that’s a yes respond from him, you thought?…but how come diluc is a cat?!! You searched for the cat and immediately grab diluc’s tail when you found him. Hugging him. “Why are you hiding…you’ve become so cute after becoming a cat— w-wait?! HUH?! WHY ARE YOU A CAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!” You were confused as well and immediately laughed. Diluc was pissed and bite you for that! “Ouch!! Bad boy!”, and you realise. It’s not good that diluc has a huge fur like this…oh no…you have to deep cleanse his room just incase his allergy came back after he turned into a human (presumably). So he kept on purring for himself and snuggles himself behind the cover of the bed, you clean his room like a clean freak and afterwards have some snuggles with him using a “no-fur” jacket. He turned into a human 3 days later and…you seem to love his cat version more since he’s much more of a lovable fluff…

childe: he was turned into a cat after one of his fatui peers experimented on him, it’s safe to assume that he’s okay..it’s just…he has turned into a feline form of himself, a cat... he’s a tabby orange cat, the types of cat that are stereotypically unhinged. He was fine with it, he thought it’s a good idea to have an off schedule while he’s a cat. Well childe is unhinged so being an orange cat is exactly what he designed to be, so it’s fair…and when he gotten home, he didn’t bother to knock, just like a feline, he jumped through the window of your bedroom and goes to the bed while his paws knead the covers, theoretically, making a bread using his paws. When your footsteps march towards the bedroom, he didn’t bother to hide, he just kneads the cover until he’s exhausted and sleep. “AAAAAAAAAAA WHY IS THERE A CAT?”, you screamed ajd he was awakened. He meowed cohesively and sit down like a polite gentleman. He realise you might not understand his meows, he’s a cat now so…he goes to his picture and points out at the picture using his paws, understanding the cat body language you screamed again…”YOU’RE AJAX???”, this time confused…but also…”you look even cuter like this let m—“, with your very own cuteness aggression urge you jump to the bed and hug him. Kissing his cheeks while he meows. He’s being abused by your love and he’s kind of dizzy from it. He meows everytime and his soft paw try to resist because he wants to sleep but…being kissed by you this much makes him…weak. He stole food from other people to eat, it’s fun, he even stole some fish from some old men and brought it back for you to cook, it’s the opportunity to be a criminal while he’s in this cute form…and..he can sneakily make people fell in love with his cute face as he stole their steaks (his favorite indeed). He turned into a human again…months later. Being an orange cat is his life duty…

Zhongli: he’s bored. He already knows how it feels to be a dragon..a woman..and a man. Zhongli has been keeping an eye towards the stray cats near liyue, how come they’re so chonky and so..cute? So many people love them. Even you love them. so without further ado, with his no purpose in daily life for current recent..he becomes a cat. A black cat. A normal black cat with a shiny golden bell on his neck. Everytime he walks and has a stroll, his golden bell rings, people would take an immediate look at him, and pets him. His meow is deep, raspy too, yet the purrings are gentle, it makes the locals fell in love with him. This time he strolls near your favorite place, wanmin restaurant, you love to go there and has been addicted to their crab roe tofu ever since you guys are dating. So he jump to the chair beside you and sleeps…he’s enjoying your presence, even without pets from you. He’s happy just to hear your love for the food there or your presence all focused to that solemn food. you burped and it made his ears twitch. He just wants to follow you around and be with you. Suddenly you recognise the cat beside you and immediately carry it to your lap. “such a lovely black cat…i’ve never meet you before..”..you pat his head and carress his back. Oh my, he loves the back caressing…it feels like he’s being massaged on his old back…he kept on purring. He’s quiet and it makes you love this cat even more. When you carry it again, it just seems not to care and it makes you incredibly attached to him. At the same time he become a cat, you kept on searching for zhongli, still not getting the hint that he’s now a cat because zhongli barely give you a hint!! oh by the way, he turned into his human form only for 3 business days per week, because he wants to be pampered by you and follow you around while you gave him attention and space.

ps: albedo, ayato, alhaitham, and kaveh version of this headcannon coming soon! (I guess if this post reach around 150 likes, i’ll make another one hihi~)

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