#a-knee-wae

[aceywhomps]

random arts i sent in the goldric discord server LMAO

can you tell im obsessed with him yet?

[notacelestialbeing]

into you (yunjin x f!reader)

synopsis: you and yunjin have the most wholesome moments in the sudden rainstorm taking place in the city tonight.

warnings: fluff. fluff. fluff. FLUFF. FLUFF. yunjin is older than the reader by a few years (not a lot). mostly you being a simp for yunjin.

songs used: in to you by jay b & g1nger.

word count: 1.2k+

a little rainy night moment between you and yunjin. she’s so adorable. kinda went ham with the amount of fluff in this one.

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“budichyeo bami damgin suljane,

durui gamjeongi,

majuchyeo nune bichin seoroui,

pado chineun mami”

yunjin was everything you needed to survive on earth. she was like the breeze you needed to breathe after being isolated for so long. she was like the cool water that filled you up after a hot day.

to you, yunjin was unforgettable.

“hi pretty girl!” you happily waddled over to your girlfriend of 3 wholesome long years. you noticed that she was wearing your favourite hoodie, no wonder you couldn’t find it.

she looked up at you with her gorgeous brown eyes. the same eyes that made you fall to your knees and confess everything you’ve ever done.

her eyes held a story of wildness that no one else could understand but you. like a brown supernova, her eyes dilated whenever she spoke to you.

she made you feel special.

“hi baby, how was your day? did you eat? were you dressed appropriately for the weather? are you cold?” she began to ask you a million questions but you were too lost in her eyes to answer anything.

even after being with each other for so long, nothing felt better than loving yunjin.

“i just wanna talk to you

baby, I'm so into you

deo gipeojyeo ga

nothing feels better than

lovin' you

lovin' you

lovin' you”

suddenly, thunder roared out of the blue and the power went out, making you both jump out of your little moment.

“oh no, what do we do now?” you asked as yunjin got up and walked over to sit by the window. it looked like a massive rainstorm was making its way through the city right now.

you just stared at her, knowing these were the exact moments that made you fall in love with her even more. she loved the rain, and you loved whatever made her happy.

“i don’t know. i just wanna talk to you.” yunjin smiled at you.

“i just wanna talk to you

baby, I'm so into you

uri mameun oraen waingachi”

your heart was racing at this point. you couldn’t tell whether it was from the happiness of being wanted by the one you love or because of the storm outside.

yunjin got up to reach for your hand and bring you to the beanbag sitting next to the window. you followed her without hesitation.

the silence creating an intimacy between the two of you. like the moon and the stars on a quiet summer night.

yunjin sat down first so you could be the little spoon today. her being older than you, meant that you would get a very motherly treatment.

you sat down on her lap and she leaned back, allowing you to cozy up in each others’ warmth.

you saw yunjin admiring you from the corner of your eye as you stared out of the window. you wanted to know what she was thinking so bad as her eyes began to soften at every blink of your eyes.

yunjin on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel her heart pound in her chest. it wanted to climb out of her chest and hug yours.

all of a sudden, the power was back on and yunjin could hear your favourite song playing in the background. she realized how much the lyrics truly described what she felt for you in the moment.

“can I handle it?

ireon saram aninde

wae jakku meomutdae

jangmisaegeun dalkomhage mandeureo

deultteun ne ipsureul aswipge hae”

yunjin blushed at her own thoughts as you turned around to look at her.

“why are you blushing mi amor?” you asked with the most adorable and curious expression on your face. it made yunjin want to squeeze your face and place kisses all over it.

she reached for your face with her hands and placed a soft but passionate kiss onto your lips. it made you breathless to say the least.

she was written by the moon while you were the star that couldn’t get enough of the moon. no matter how many years passed, she still had the same effect on you.

“onjongil neoui yeopeseo

witaeroi giureo isseo

ne nuneul pihal su eopseo

i know that I'm selfish

you know that I'm loved”

she wrapped her arms around your waist tightly, not wanting to let you go anywhere away from her.

yunjin only got so many days off of work and she wanted to spend them all with you, at home. but who was she kidding, her home was wherever you were.

both of you began to move your lips in synchronization. you moved your hand to move her hair out of her face, while gliding your other hand over her hip.

you both pulled back for a moment to get your breathing settled. yunjin let out a breathless chuckle as she stared at your eyes and then back down to your lips.

“baby, i’m hungry” you pouted to yunjin. she grabbed your hand and brought you both up, heading to the kitchen.

“wait, i don’t even know what to make my love.” you laughed at her ridiculousness, it was so cute of her.

she looked like a lost puppy staring at you for help. you (simp)ly smiled at her and placed a kiss on her lips before picking her up and placing her onto the counter.

“today, you will watch, i, the world renowned chef, cook.” you cringed at your own little monologue before beginning to chop up the vegetables you found in the basket.

you looked over to see yunjin happily smiling at you with hearts in her eyes. you both were truly each others.

“i just wanna talk to you

baby, I'm so into you

deo gipeojyeo ga”

a few random catch ups of work here and there and little best friend tea. the food was finally ready.

yunjin noticed that even though you were the hungry one, you still made her favourite food.

“my love, you were the hungry one yet you made my favourite food. how come?” she looked up at you, genuinely curious.

“i hope you know i love whatever makes you happy too.” you answered casually.

she wrapped her hand with yours and placed a small kiss on your knuckles.

“i just wanna talk to you

baby, I'm so into you

deo gipeojyeo ga

nothing feels better than

lovin' you

lovin' you

lovin' you”

“i’m so into you. i’ll forever be into you. i love you so much.” yunjin confessed sweetly.

“i love you just as much. maybe more than you love greek yogurt and fruits.” you both laughed at your little joke.

after you both had finished eating, you washed the dishes as yunjin dried them.

she hugged you from the back, basically clinging to you the entire time you walked around the house to change up the books on your bedside table.

“you know, you act more like a koala than any of the australian idols i know.” she smacked you on the shoulder playfully.

you just smiled at her, being the biggest simp for her. you guys laid in bed, covered with yunjin’s ridiculously soft covers.

“i still think of the first time we ever met, it was almost like we were meant to be. with the way you were picking out a book and it just so happened to be my favourite book.” yunjin looked at you softly, paying attention to each and every word.

“i want to fall in love with you, too

nae ireum bulleo daedapaejwo

nareul jal aljana”

you rested your head on her chest, feeling her heart beating in the sound of your name.

but what yunjin didn’t know was; yours was beating her name and your last name together. over and over again.

you were oh so into each other.

[miss-celestia13]

For Fun! Scottish Smut 😌

I wrote this ages ago as a joke for my friends, a smut scene written in Scottish slang! After all, all Scottish people are bilingual 🤣 I just discovered it in my notes as I was cleaning them out and thought I’d share it here for the laugh. I hope it makes you chuckle because it won’t set your knickers on fire 😂

Without further ado;

Jimmy and Senga’s mad night oot!

Words: 585

What some words mean:

Swalleys - swallows

Boattle - Bottle

Stoatin - stumbling

Spunked - Cummed

Tadger - Cock

Pump - Fuck/Sex/shag - rumpy-pumpy means the same thing!

Fanny - Cunt

Bean - Clit

I just had a full body cringe typing that last one, so you can figure the rest out or ask me if you get confused🤣

They wur passin the boattle ae Bucky between thum. Takin huge swalleys as they walked hame fae the pub. Stoatin’ aboot like a clumsy gazelle oan her primark special high heels, Senga wiz clingin’ tae Jimmys arm while he grabbed hur arse, and whispered sweet nuttins in hur ear.

“Jist you wait tae we git hame, doll. I’m gonnae pump you rotten.”

He always kent jist whit to say to make her knickers wet. No that she wiz wearing any. He’d gied her a gid wee finger poking in the pub loo’s jist afore they wur kicked oot for arguin way the barman when he widnae serve thum anymare vodka ridbulls. She’d loast thum somewhere ‘atween the mens loos and the bar. Stumblin upti the frunt door, Jimmy drapped hur keys twice afore he managed tae unlock it and dragged hur in.

He hud hur shoved against the door afore she kent what wiz happenin. Jimmy gied hur the sloppiest kiss ar hur life, tastin like drink, and regret as he forced his tongue doon hur throat. The hawf empty boattle ae Buckfast clattured tae the flair as he shoved a haund up her skurt and poked aboot until he foond her bean and gied it a wee flick so she jumped.

“Cannae wait any longer, doll.” He said, breath soaked in Bucky.

“Dinnae then, i wanted yeh tae shag me back at the pub.” She replied as he hiked hur skurt oer hur hips and pulled his hard tadger oot ae his best trackie bottoms.

She wiz soon oan hur knees in the hallway, Jimmy grabbed haud ae hur hips afore he pushed inside her wet fanny, sayin’ filthy hings as she shouted in surprise.

“Yer jist a wee durty. Ye’ll no be able tae walk the morra.”

Usually, when it came tae the auld rumpy-pumpy, Jimmy wiz a two-pump-chump in bed, bit when he hud a drink in him, he lasted at least ten and she’d only coonted two so far.

“Shut yer moof and dae it then.” She said and yelped when he smacked her arse and thrust harder.

Jimmy laughed as she pushed back tae make him go fastur and called him a useless basturt when he slowed right doon insteid.

“Calm doon wuman, a ken whit am dain!”

He did and he didnae. She’d coonted seven thrusts noo, and kent he didnae hae much left in him, so she took maetturs intae hur ain haunds and balanced oan wan elbay so she could fiddle wae hur bean. Jimmy was gruntin and groanin, sweaty haunds slidin oer hur arse as he loast all sense ae rhythm. A flew flicks and she wiz almost there, fingurs moving so quick as Jimmy pounded intae her fanny once, twice, and she felt her fanny flutter aroond his tadger jist afore he spunked in her.

There wiznae fireworks or stars when she came. No wae Jimmy, bit it felt gid and her boady wiz fizzing fae the drink and orgasm. Jimmy fell oan tap ae hur and crushed her intae the carpet. She wiznae comfy, but couldnae be arsed movin noo. And so Jimmy and Sengas mad night oot ended wae them both passed oot in hur hallway. Senga couldnae mind if he’d locked the door. Ah well, any cunt that tried to burgul thum wid be in fur a shoack when they foond thum bare arsed and covered in spunk. The thoat sent hur tae sleep wae a grin oan her face.

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Oh, fuck me gently 🤣 I forgot how bad it is and I’m crying laughing that I’m posting it here 😂 hope it made you giggle or smile, at the least 🤭❤️

[kpop-kitkat]

Mine | Choi San

pairing | jealous!choi san x makeup artist f!reader

genre/cw | slight angst, fluff, jealousy, crying, slight sexual content

wc | 1.3k

notes | none. but poor baby san :’(

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

San wiped the sweat from his forehead as he had just finished one of his parts in the music video for ‘Answer’. 

“Yah! San you’re going to ruin your makeup,” Y/n scolded, crossing her arms with a pout.

He smiled, as he found her angry face adorable. “Come fix it then,” he said, giving her a little aeygo to make her blush.

Y/n had been a makeup artist for Ateez for two years now, and she had become close friends with all of the members. Especially Wooyoung, her best friend. When they had free time to hang out around each other, San hinted at the fact that he liked her, and she realized, but decided to ignore it, as the company wouldn’t be very happy if their makeup artist was dating one of their idols. 

Y/n jogged over to San with some powder in one hand and a brush in the other. She quickly sat him down on a stole and began to fix his makeup. But if she was being honest with herself, she preferred him without makeup. Somehow, he looked even prettier without it.

While Y/n was focused on her task, San gave her a closed smile as he looked up at her.

”Stop it,” she tried to sound angry.

”Wae,” he whined.

She thought it was cute and it made her slightly weak in the knees, but she managed to keep her composure. 

 "You're making me laugh and if I laugh, I'll mess up your makeup and have to do it all over again," she explained.

 "I wouldn't mind that," he smirked, earning a flick in the forehead from Y/n.

 "Y/n, we're doing a group scene in ten minutes! San needs to be ready!" exclaimed the video director.

 "Don't want to upset the director do we?" Y/n asked, tapping her foot.

 "No," he pouted, putting on a straight face so Y/n could focus. He still admired her without her catching him though.

“Alright, you’re finished,” she said, putting her makeup things aside and moving so she could stand up and leave to go do his next scene.

All eight members got into position and practiced before they were going to shoot the scene.

~~San~~

“Alright, first take,” announced the video director as we all got back into our positions and filmed the next scene. “Cut! That was perfect guys, we’re moving onto Yeosang’s solo scene.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as I looked around for Y/n. When I saw her, I saw her with Hoseung, our new cameraman. It looked like a friendly conversation, but I wasn’t having it. I walked over to the two.

”Nice to see you two getting along,” I fake smiled, and Y/n noticed.

“Yeah,” she replied, looking at the ground. 

“Could I talk to your for a second Y/n?” I asked.

”Uh, sure. I’ll see you later Hoseung,” she bowed respectfully and followed me.

Once we were out of Hoseung’s sight, I pulled her to the side.

”I was just wondering if you wanted to eat with us after filming,” I made up an excuse for pulling her away from Hoseung.

”Umm, yeah,” she replied, confused. “San, I eat with you everyday. Did you pull me out of a conversation just to ask that?”

”Well… yes, I mean no, I-

“San, I see what you’re trying to do. He’s just a friend, you don’t need to be protective over me,” she smiled before going back to where she was.

I sighed in defeat and went to sit with Wooyoung and Yunho, who sat behind the cameras and watched Yeosang film his part.

”You look depressed, what’s wrong?” asked Wooyoung with a frown. 

“Let me guess,” Yunho set down his energy drink, “Y/n still not reciprocating your feelings?”

”No. It feels like she slips further and further every day,” I admitted.

~~Third Person~~

”It’s not that she doesn’t care, we all see the way she looks at you. She’s just scared of the consequences, you understand that, right?” Wooyoung asked.

”Yes I do, but she doesn’t see that I’d do anything to be with her. I don’t care if I get in some sort of trouble… I love her,” he said, tears brimming in his eyes.

Wooyoung and Yunho got teary eyed seeing their friend so upset. They nearly broke down when San began to cry. Yeosang, who had just finished shooting his scene, ran over to him and hugged him from behind, and began to console him. San turned around and hugged Yeosang, crying into his shoulder.

“What do I do,” he cried with a broken voice. 

“Shh,” Yeosang cooed, patting his head. He then pulled away to look him in the eyes. “If you really don’t care like you say you don’t, you need to tell her. We’re all tired of seeing you repeat this cycle over and over again. You try, you fail, you fall into depression. But you can’t fail this time. This time you have to be genuine and sincere with her, rather than your sarcastic usual. You have to show her you really care,” Yeosang advised.

San sniffed and stood up. “You’re right Yeo. Thank you all, I need to find Y/n now.”

”Go get her,” Wooyoung smiled, giving his friend a thumbs up.

San nodded and left the room, to go to the makeup room. But when he walked in, his heart dropped. He saw Hoseung leaning in towards Y/n’s face, and Y/n was not having it, as she backed up into a wall. San had to do something fast, so he did. 

“Hey Baby,” San greeted, putting his arm around her waist.

”Wait, you two are together?” Hoseung asked, confused.

”Yes we are, right Love?” San asked, glancing down to her.

She had no choice. She’d rather face the Entertainment than be kissed by someone she didn’t even like.

”Yep,” she smiled up at him.

”Well, I’ll leave you two alone,” the cameraman said as he quickly left the room, feeling like an idiot.

”Thank you Sannie,” she breathed out with a smile. Her smile faded when she saw San looking deeply into her eyes. She sighed heavily. “San I-

“No. I’m done listening, you listen to me now,” he growled. “I don’t know how to express it enough, but I was never joking when I said I cared about you in a special way that friends don’t. And it pains me when you don’t believe me when I say I don’t care about the problems we would face as a couple. I don’t know what I would do without you, and I know you’re in love with me too, so you have nothing to say.”

Y/n only looked down and let a tear slide down her cheek. “But San…”

”But what?” he said, slightly angered.

“I don’t deserve you,” she said, rubbing her arms.

Having no choice, given how stubborn she was, he pinned her to a wall and neared her face.

”I never want to hear those words again, you hear me?” he commanded.

”San please-

She was cut off by San’s warm lips crashing onto hers in a passionate kiss. She couldn’t stop herself and kissed him back, her hands running through his hair. She subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist and deepened the kiss. San was surprised by this. He pulled away just enough to speak.

”I didn’t know you wanted me that bad Y/n,” he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. She rested her head on his shoulder and hugged him.

”San, what will we do,” she thought out loud.

”We’ll see wherever fate takes us,” he replied, his breath on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “But I promise, I will always be there for you and protect you. I love you more than anything.”

”I’ve loved you more than myself since the day I met you.”

[creepling]

hole o’ the toon / mark renton x fem!reader

a/n: as a scottish person i am legally obliged to write fanfic about scottish ppl in scots dialect. (note: im not from edinburgh so the dialect might be off a little). sorry if you can’t understand a word of this lmaoo i’m just experimenting

summary: begbie does something out of order to reader and rent boy’s there to (kinda) comfort n make a plan.

cw: written in scots dialect, usual trainspotting stuff, drug ment, swearing, injury, hurt/comfort, reader has not ‘chosen life’ so to say, begbie’s an arsehole.

— How dare ye fucken waltz in here. Begbie hid said, starein fucken daggers it ye.

Naw yer right tae be in their turf, efter awh the shite ye dae. But whit kin ye dae? Free country n awh att. Didnae seem free whin Begbie wis anywhere in ae perimeter. Ye make yer way tae the bog, fixin yer eyes on anything thit wisnt att cunts face.

When ye come oot he’s right er, snooker pole in haun, in a stance thit made it oot as if he wis aboot tae whack it o’er yer heed. ‘Ah’ll nivir lay a haun oan a wummun’ he wance said, load a shite. Ye seen the skelpers oan his misses. Ye ken he’d dae it tae yersel if he wanted.

— Skaggin’ in er a bet. Fucken skaggin’ skank! Begbie sneered. Poison in his spit as it volleyed oot his mooth n ontae yer face.

Ye staggered back, face scrunched up in cringe. A heavy huff a air left yer nostrils n ye glared at ‘um. — Fucken Prick!

Ye lunged at ae cunt, grabbin at ae snooker pole n geid him a Glesga kiss; like yer auld man taught ye. Then a knee tae ae baws, ae moustache cunt yelled. He stepped back, clutching his crotch, his free haun gaun fur his glass boatle. Ye shimmied yer fingers, gesturing ‘Mon en’. Bein aff the skag n oan the uppers meant ye thought ye wur baw-jaws half ae time. Naw even Begbie frightened ye anymore. Ye’d been frew too much noo. N nae cunt kenned aboot it.

Ae reality wis, Begbie coulda killt ye right er if awh the lads nivir hawded um back. Rents, Sick Boy, even Spud wae his gammy arms. Lads at the bar starin, dumbfoonded.

— Entertainin, like? Ye fancy watchin a man threatin a wummun? Sae much fur fuckin hard men, like. Yer words wur steamin oot ye.

— You’re wanten a death wish, ats wit! Sick Boy shouted. He hid the fucken cheek tae talk. Awh ye could dae wiz laugh it ae pansy.

— If a see yer whorin’ face anywhur again, yer deid hen, YER DEID. Begbie tried going fur ye again, slidin oot the guy’s airms. Ae intensity of ae situation goat a haud ah ye and ye bolted oot the door, flashing a finger tae the hot-heided cunt before disappearing intae an alley.

*

— Your off yer head. Mark Renton hid said. N ae cunt wis right.

Ye sat in his manky bed as ae bandaged ye up. A slit near ae eye n a kisser ae a bruise aroon yer eye. Begbie caught ye red-handed. Leathered intae yer heed when ye least expected it. He hid em golden rings oan which split yer cheek open. Fuckin cunt, ye tried naw tae cry. It hurt a belter. Ye wish Rents wis lighter wae his hauns. He wis treatin yer wound like a heavy-handed mechanic. Ye winced as he scraped ae bloody cloth o’er yer gash and he silently apologized.

— Sicka iss toon. Ye hid said, staring aff intae space. — Am gonnae run away.

Renton jist stared it ye, trying tae make oot yer coopin. Wur ye serious?

— Ur ye gonnae dae it or just talkin shite? Renton challenged. Ye turned tae um.

— Mon wae meh. Ye wondered if ye meant it. Rents wis a pal, but ye nivir admitted it. Canny be saying shite like att when yer a junkie. Nae cunts ya pal. But Renton is. Rents’s ya pal.

— Wull go tae yer flat in London. Ur fuckitt, git a new wan. Nae danger. Ye began tae ramble. Withoot ye knowin, Renton thought aboot goin aff a loat. Thought aboot gettin tae fuck ootta Leith, the shitehole it wis.

— Ats it then. Me n you. We’ll go away together. Renton said, putting ae last bandage oan yer scar.

— Ye serious, like? Ye wur astonished he agreed. You n him, goin away. Ye thought yeez hid too much history fur him tae be wae ye anymer. Mibbe he still hid feelings fur ye. Ye hoped, fuck ye hoped.

Ye embraced him intae yer arms, mindin ae cut oan yer cheek as ye burried yer face intae his neck. He smelled like shite. Like shite, pish n cough medicine awh in ae wanner. Ye couldnae gee a fuck tho.

— We’ll jist need tae get money somewhere, then we’ll head aff. Renton said, feeling him get awh tense. Ye jist smiled n nodded. There wiz money in mind, like. Mibbe ye kin stash some tapes n sell em like usual. While ye thought of yer petty thefts, Renton seen ae biggur picture n minded the drug deal wae the Russian skag, n if he wiz willing tae drag ye intae the deal.

[ur-local-anxious-fiend]

LMAO THAT KNEE

THAT WAE GREAT

[yokasaris]

Prompt #4- Sleep in

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Evening fell with an almost eerie quiet. No boisterous laughter woke him, no cacophony of greetings met him as he stepped from his shared tent. Zhan'a planted his hands on his hips, not entirely sure whether to feel offended or spooked. Normally he found himself the first to wake on account of rarely sleeping longer than a handful of bells at any given time, so where were the off-color comments on him having slept in so late? Realizing that standing there wasn't actually attracting any attention, the Keeper made his way to the little collection of tents not belonging to his own family. Lhei, at least, offered a subdued smile when she glanced up from her work, though she didn't miss a beat as she continued chopping the various roots before her. "Late start, eh? Someone already nabbed the bean." "The bean? My kidney bean? How dare they." Despite his words, the location of his son was not in fact at the forefront of his mind. Lhei'to was plenty safe with his own sisters and other clanmates, after all. Instead, Zhan'a motioned vaguely to the camp as a whole, noting that there seemed to be less tents as well as miqo'te. "What's goin' on here?" Lhei paused before her knife continued as before, and her smile slowly faded. "I dunno," she said after a moment. "Woke up and two'a my sisters are gone. Their kits, too. Ol' Moonie gal said not to worry 'bout it, so I'm thinkin' they prolly ran off after Sahzi." "And they did all that without wakin' anyone up?" He wasn't really looking for an answer, and Lhei thankfully picked up on that from his tone. "Huh." At the very least, he was going to have to remember to have a talk with 'Moonie' before he left. They were overdue for a talk, anyway. With a shake of the head, Zhan'a set that aside for now. "Anyroad, uh, I'm thinkin' I'll check the traps I've got out, bring 'em back for Rekhad to set up after y'all move camp. Hope we got a better catch this time and all that." "Oh, right. Yer leavin' tonight." Lhei gathered the chopped roots and added them to her cooking pot with a twitch of the ears. "Take my son when ya go, yeah?" "Take the bean. Okay." To her credit, Lhei was one of the only ones who entertained his attempts at 'humor'. "Not the baby," she said with a chuckle. "Lhei'a. He's itchin’ to go." Zhan'a blinked, considering this. "He's 'bout that age, ain't he?" Well, that was a sure way to make him feel old. He remembered when that kit was practically knee-high. Still, he couldn't really recall ever having much in the way of a one-on-one conversation with Lhei'a. The kit was much more of a proper aloof Keeper than he ever had been. "Well, yeah, no problem. Waes is coming with me to at least Gridania, so I'll let her know we'll have a tag-along for part of the trip." "Do that now, yeah? She's got the bean." Mention of Lhei'to was enough to send him scurrying off to find his niece without even attempting to shmooze Lhei for some of her breakfast. Saying goodbye to the bean before he left was of upmost importance.

[libidomechanica]

But the Indies

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wild dismay o’er there is fairies     take a little charming, charitable, would your eyes and     fussed around the voice in the vineyard, as in that Learning.     Had been and we close besides alas! We little Leila,     with his time and unco

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gets upon it any place,     with eyes are rustling theefe, wilt heard me softly said, Alas!—     Which so prevarication, not ask.—An’ Charlie, he’s my     darling, my way, left him to the horsemen my own dove was     herse, ceasse now it was

uncertain if one discolours tourne.     Plus the sun himself, and I am, yet mighty mass     returning I feel! Those sweet harmony. Ends me birth, as if     facing here sole in this homestead, they could run dry. And fain     by steale but ofttimes

let him the woods which thee not,     thought, since the roses of your mother hands, so they stole souls     fly to keep their charm her unjustly when you may give the     moonlight observer in Catholic eyes; if all with they     commended knees most of

sentimental. And soft affection;     but to his marble looming like that hideous human     heart the garden …. With ambition or pearles how quiet     tomb, our frown’st thou art my ioy, and once which wondrous battle,     hurried many people

in the high prize, both in thy praise     add something my launch. Murder, rape, but seats are faire, and     disheveled, but not there, and the nigh. I look at thy will; since     she sounds with dost beguile keepe from the days. The guest to me     wandering back, which made

agree. Again thy affair, so     you constitutional debt-sinkers. Nor tears do rob, but     thou can’st see by glim’ring of their former lives and surpass     as much mescal. Her who is the same times behind, go sleep,     as I by yours, and thrusts

him in this fierce pursued his heart     the fieldes and cloute she saw my wrong. Forbid! That starts, or     hot desire or a girl who stared an inspiration     so that is on the world and with thou counsel me, to pleasure     to be country yielding

organs to flow. At the sun     is gone as with Sisyphus he research of her hand; in     touch, and so deformed and ever, I can love; flesh no aching     had then towards of his thyr sourse, als Colin cloud, glimpsed her,     and we close our poor; the

lot of battle, whose double vainer     to hurt and spend revenged on through Sestos Hero,     Venus demands. Requisite grip, and all his mantled     medowes mourning wide; they misse thee all women are we, unlike,     whose weigh not its harvest.

Without remorse. For dead and     now beginnings are style become not you. And will come I,     since from my jewel out? Just when I venture to denounces     that noble sign is gone, and hold is worth remains unseen     hand it or walke; with pushing

underwent a glow, to stop     his yearn to meet that was a period some slight with Absál     to the forest-ways, who has nought to be tongues, thy broad     day are all the dry and saw my white nor bad, nor left my     birthday and could not merely

was deem’d so sweet. Flash up in     us like a Miss to see how did Judas had an     ejection or upsets a throne, whether it was court was born     to his rest. No man’s door, he is fled; in the brere be with     his Agrarian laws

the chivalrous battles to the     night assuraunce; horsemanship both the cherye be without allay.     It’s a blur, a little hour by glancing sheep, his own     he laid and, looked behind I would reach’d ten o’clock has     justified,—take it. The sole

mortal men, that which was not daunted     man, she knew. Seemed to light which the boatman’s good society:     and the lantern, Child. The light of sleep in the and,     where liues she quiet! When the way of wrath and a wretched     race, incensed with his look.

[simpscariot]

of course when I am trying to log into my new personal I remember the old one. an knee wae @rottanddekay is my new personal so yeehaw

[sxcially0utcasted]

Lost.

Suko was frantically looking for something, running around the house and messing up her own room for something that seemed to be important to her.

She wae breathing heavily in the end, tears falling from her eyes and she dropped to her knees. " I c-can't.. fin-find i-t.. "

@ghost-nights + anyone else<3

[jiinxxxed]

the way i write faster on my phone

[xxxrubytuesdayxxx]

Kiss Me More

Lee Felix x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 6,255

Concept: You’re trying not to react to Felix’s obvious crush on you, but his capacity for getting scared is turning you on more than a little. Script and description of the horror house mission stolen from SKZ Code Episodes 8 & 9.

Masterlist

You’re watching Cassandra help MinHo prepare for Stray Kids’ English-speaking interview and daydreaming. They look so cute together and it’s kind of making you miss your ex. Even though you know he’s trouble, and you know you shouldn’t wait around for him to grow up, but you can’t help yourself. 

MinHo tries a tricky, clever answer to one of the prepared questions, and she laughs softly and corrects him, but very sweetly and you suppress a sigh and have to resist the urge to cry. Which is probably why you don’t notice what’s happening outside of the little English lesson until Felix lands in your lap with his arms around your neck.

“Wow! Hey! Mwo-ha-nya [What are you doing]?!” you demand, probably startling him as much as he just startled you. When he recovers from his fright, he just giggles and tries to kiss you. You panic and push him gently away.

“Woah woah woah, tiger! What the fuck are you doing?” you yelp, making him pout.

“Ani - yong-i-e-yo [I’m a dragon]!” he corrects you.

“Not what I meant and you know it…” you mutter. “Felix…why on earth are you attempting to kiss me? Are you crazy? We’re in a room full of people.” He scans the room and then places his legs together, toes pointed towards the floor and palms on his knees, as if he’s about to perform a lap dance. It takes him a moment to realize you’re still waiting for an answer.

“What about them?” he sulks, gesturing at Cass and MinHo.

“They’re dating!” you point out. 

“We could date?” he suggests, unrepentant. 

“No we couldn’t,” you counter.

“Wae~~” he whines.

“I’m not over my ex…and you’re way too young for me,” you tell him, a bit exasperated but not a little amused. He mulls this over for a minute, chewing on his full bottom lip.

“We could hook up?” he amends.

“Still no,” you shut him down, tipping him off your lap as you stand to go and belatedly help the other non-native-English-speakers with their interview preparation.

“Told you he fancied you,” Cassandra tells you later, shooting a glance at Felix who is taking it out on a video game and ignoring all of you. She looks up at MinHo, who is standing against the wall, cuddling her from behind as she leans into him. He shrugs his agreement then whispers something to Cass who grins and darts a glance in your direction, whispers something back to her boyfriend, then nods. 

“We’re meant to do that haunted-house clue mission later today and I’m meant to have Felix as my partner, but STAY have been commenting on the SKZ V Live that they really want me to do it with my new girlfriend so they can see how we work together,” MinHo remarks casually. “Which means poor Felix would have to do it all alone and he does have a tendency to get…well…terrified…” He watches you for a reaction, but you try to keep a poker face and just raise your eyebrows at him. Cass’s grin grows to Cheshire-Cat proportions. You discover afterwards that what she whispered to MinHo was intel about your weakness for boys being scared babies.

And so it is that upon Chan and Changbin’s return, the creepy disembodied voice announces “Lee Know and Cassandra. Get the puzzle from Grade Six, Class Four on the Second Floor.” Cass looks to MinHo who quickly translates for her as he ties their arms together. 

They collect their camera and MinHo encourages a half-scared, half-excited Cass, telling her “Don’t be afraid”, which makes the rest of you melt, but you all pretend it’s lame and tease them as they make their way into the game. Chan and ChangBin get to monitor, while the rest of you wait and chat about nonsense and ghost stories, wondering how they’re doing inside. It’s only when you get to watch the footage back later that you see how cute they are together. MinHo leads Cassandra up the stairs, making sure to protect her and repeatedly checking that she’s okay when she jumps and screams at the jump scares. He reassures her that he hates jump scares as well and strokes her arm soothingly when she whimpers.

Further into the puzzle room, he is very anxious over the bang snaps embedded in the floor, being solicitous that Cass doesn’t hurt her knees when she gets down to search under the table and he won’t let her put her hand into the jar of fake bugs, but insists on doing so himself, even though he states that it’s kind of gross. They collect their puzzle successfully and quickly, without any clues from the security guard and enter the monitoring room holding hands and looking very pleased with themselves to congratulations from Chan and ChangBin who regale them with how much they annoyed the security guard who ended up giving them a vital clue so that they would finish their round.

Then it’s Felix and your turn: “Felix and Y/N - Tie your arms together and bring back the puzzle from the second-floor art room.” You try to calm Felix, who is being super-dramatic and periodically yelling “Why me?”, “Ani, jebal!” and “I’m really bad at these things!” in Korean so that his tormentors understand him, but they ignore him, so he just whimpers and clings to your hand, which you try to pretend isn’t affecting you at all, but knowing that Cass is monitoring this and probably having the time of her life proving to MinHo that she’s dead-on about your fetish for attractive men getting scared. The others cheerfully bid you both “Anyeong” as you collect your camera.

“Why are they making us do this?” Felix whines to you, still in Korean and you hush him as I.N. comments, smiling “I hope Felix doesn’t faint.” You pull the still-protesting boy after you and take a deep breath, too distracted by his fear to even have time to get scared yourself as you usually would. 

“Goodbye!” 

“At least you’re not alone!” the others call after you both.

“I hate these things,” Felix tells you, pouting as you pull him along the corridor. You’ve barely made it to the stairs when a ‘head’ falls into view, causing Felix to scream in your ear and duck behind you, and making you jump. You chastise him, giggling nervously.

“You scared me more than the head falling!” He apologizes profusely, telling  you he’s a coward and cringing as he follows you gingerly up the stairs. By all rights you should be terrified by this point, but the pretty boy whimpering by your side makes you just naturally want to take care of him and forget all your own fears. You check that the coast is clear as he cowers on the floor, telling you he can’t do this and asking if he can crawl. You try not to giggle and tell him it’s fine, then lead him on as he keeps muttering “jebal” [please] over and over. A scary doll hovers along the ground and Felix is terrified anew, reiterating that he “can’t do this” and asking what it is. 

“I really can’t do this!” he whimpers, his hand trembling in yours.

“It’s okay, you can do it,” you soothe him. “It’s just a doll, look.”

“Why are things jumping out at us?” he cries.

“It’s a doll,” you repeat.

“It’s still scary!” he explodes, before receding into more whimpers. 

“It’s okay,” you baby him. “It looks like the doll from earlier, remember?”

“Why do we keep coming back here?” he moans, confusing you. “Oh, we’re screwed!” he wails, clinging to your hand even harder.

“We need to take a picture of this,” you explain.

“Wait! Wait!” he laments.

“What? Are you okay?” you ask him, as gently as you can, not wanting to upset him further. You let him catch his breath and then pull at his hand gently as you notice a zombie security guard approaching. You both greet him politely, though Felix’s voice shakes as he does so and he forgets his Korean in his panic. The security guard walks by you both and Felix hides behind you on the ground, whimpering, convinced that if he gets seen then he’ll ‘die’.

“Don’t cry. It’s okay,” you try to comfort him to no avail. “Do you want to go down?” you check. “Do you want to come back up later?” 

“Where’s the art room?” he begs you.

“I don’t know,” you tell him.

“Do we follow the ghost, or…?” he asks.

“Should we?” you speculate.

“That feels wrong!” he laments.

“What feels wrong?” you check.

“Let’s go the other way…” Felix begs you, pulling at your arm. So you oblige him and you head down the corridor together, in the opposite direction to the zombie guard, Felix still crouching down near the floor. The zombie guard makes a slight run at you and Felix loses it, yelling at the guard: “You startled me! Gosh, you really startled me!” and twisting around so that he’s still able to hide behind you on the floor.

“Wait,” he pleads from his hiding spot. ”Do we need to go inside? What do we do?”

“We probably need to go inside the art room,” you tell him. “So gaja…let’s keep going.” You head for the other end of the corridor together, the only place you haven’t checked with Felix trying to crouch-walk as he laments “Ah ssi…ah ssi…”

“Ooh look - it’s the art room!” you encourage him. He finally stands up then yelps.

“Oh my back!” he winces, twisting around to try and straighten himself up and you enter the pitch-dark art room, filled with creepy artworks.

“There’s a clown,” you warn the poor babie and he loses it again.

“I don’t like scary things!” he cries, crouching down again with a wail of despair. “I hate ‘IT’!!” And the clown painting indeed resembles Pennywise, so you can see why he’s bawling.

“It’s okay Lix,” you tell him, crouching down to his level to try and calm him but he grabs your arm and points behind the painting: “Behind it!” he moans. “It’s a person! They’re not even people.” His voice has dropped to a whisper-scream in his distress.

“It’s okay. It’s a person,” you reassure him, as you both move across to the table and you place the camera down on it. And it’s then, looking from Felix’s pretty doll-like features to the waiting camera out of the way on the table and then around the empty room, that you realize Felix has stopped shaking and the look in his eyes shifts from fear to…something else.

You’ve barely had time to register all this before his hand comes up behind your head and he pulls you into a messy, overly-heated kiss, just below the range of the camera. And this time you give in. Even when he shimmies under the table and pulls you down on top of him, still kissing you ferociously - all his terror translated into lust as he registers that you’re on top of solving this puzzle and his alone time with you is drawing to a close. Trying not to bump the table, you cling to each other, exchanging kisses and letting your hands explore each others’ bodies.

“Mmph…mm…wait wait!” you caution him. “They’re going to wonder where we disappeared to.” He ignores you, grinding his hips against yours, running one hand up under your top, along your side, and using the other to turn your head so he can drop his own to press his full lips against your neck.

“Noona, jebal…” he moans. “Kiss me more…”

“Felix!” you hiss “They will hear you, for goodness’ sake! Get up!”

“We can see you as well,” Chan comments, his eyes wide with shock. “I…guess they didn’t realize there were other cameras?” he shrugs, catching MinHo’s eye with an amused smirk. “And here I thought it was you two we’d have to keep an eye on.”

Back in the art room, you finally convince Felix to get up, with feverish promises, between kisses, that you can continue this later. He smiles wickedly, knowing he's won, and crawls out from under the table so you can follow him, both of you, no doubt, looking a lot worse for wear.

There is a box lying on the table, right by your abandoned camera so you stand and help Felix up to his knees, trying to return to the mission tone.

Wait a minute - do we have to open this?” Felix checks, his breath coming in pants, but hopefully the others will assume that’s just fear. ”What’s in the art gallery?” he continues as you open the box.

“There’s something here,” you tell him, finding a gadget.

“How would we know this?!” Felix objects, sounding aggrieved. “Do we need a passcode?” You try to convince him to get off his knees but he tells you again to wait, back to sounding scared now that he has nothing to distract him. “Ah ssi…” he whimpers, clinging to your arm again, so that you will go down to check on him. You help him up and you both progress tentatively across the floor where you discover more bang snaps, to Felix’s distress. He immediately collapses with another wail of terror then another cry of “Oh ssi…” as another ghost jumps at you. At this point he’s straight back into hell, whimpering in gibberish in neither Korean nor English as he demands that the cabinet in front of you “open up!” and is immediately attacked by a third ghost, whereupon he collapses in a faint on the floor.

You try to coax him up, with him objecting that he “seriously can’t do this!”, so you direct the camera behind your back and lean down to kiss him again, tugging gently at his plump bottom lip with your teeth. He smiles and kisses you back, then stands up quickly as you swing the camera back around. 

“Wow. She really is hot for him being terrified isn’t she?” MinHo marvels. Cass is laughing half in pity at your terror and half in anticipation of your faces when you realize there was more than one camera recording this chaos.

“There’s something here too…” you warn Felix, feeling scared yourself.

“I know!” he yells, immediately sitting back down on the floor in protest. You coax him up again, this time with a whispered promise of what he has to look forward to later, and you manage to find another suspicious box. Felix screams at the couple of jump scares but then pulls himself together to heroically stick his hand into the interior of the box and extract the puzzle from the fake bugs and slime.

“Oooh it’s very sticky!” he complains, but triumphantly reads out the code numbers before you both escape to the monitoring room, feeling a lot lighter. Felix shows off his slime-laden arm as you step into the room together but the others waste no time in teasing you for being scared and asking Felix why he was so hungry for Hersheys chocolate, before revealing their trump card: “You two realize there were other cameras as well as the one you took, right?” then watching the realization dawn in your eyes. Cue instant denial, excuses about being scared and tons of blushing versus Cassandra and the boys laughing their heads off.

The rest of the mission passes without too much incident, although they do send poor HyunJin back in to do a solo mission when he admits he wouldn't have been able to do the second floor.

By the time you all get back to the dorm everyone is pretty sleepy but the hyperactivity of second winds hits as the boys jump out of the van. MinHo makes it quite clear that Cassandra will not be returning to hers and your apartment, suggesting a horror movie night as everyone is now in a spooky mindset. HyunJin asks if he can invite his girlfriend, Jenny, and Chan shrugs and says that’s fine with him. Cassandra nudges Felix pointedly and inclines her head in your direction and he shyly asks if you want to stay for the movies, his cheeks aflame with blushes as he nervously adjusts his outfit.

"Sure," you slip your hand into his proffered one, lacing your fingers with his, and giving him a little smile of encouragement which makes him blush even more and bite his lip coyly. You follow him over to the den where Chan is setting up the projector and ChangBin instructs the maknae line to collect enough beanbags, pillows and blankets for everyone to watch comfortably. Felix apologizes sweetly, before letting go of your hand and doing as he’s told. You try to stay out of the way, but you’re feeling a bit self-conscious, having never hung out with the boys socially, yet not wanting to interrupt MinHo and Cassandra, who have cuddled up in one of the lounge chairs together while they wait.

Finally everything is sorted - Jenny has arrived and been welcomed inside where HyunJin has set them up their own cozy chair, and the snacks, seating and films are all ready to go. Felix, still looking shy, gallantly offers you a chair, but you opt to join him down amongst the beanbags, which Cassandra grins about.

“Yeah - you’d better protect Felix, Y/N,” she needles you. “Otherwise I just don’t know how he’ll ever get to sleep later…” Felix blushes.

Shooting a look between Cass and MinHo’s lovenest and HyunJin and Jenny’s, you climb behind Felix, so that his back is against your chest with your legs running along the outside of his, speculating that this way he can feel like he's protected on all sides. You wrap your arms around him and feel him settle back against you with a little sigh of content as the first film starts. Yet the second the opening titles finish with a discordant crash of sound, he stiffens again and makes a tiny whimpering noise, shifting down into your embrace so that only his eyes peek at the screen. You wrap your arms tighter around him and stroke him in what you hope is a comforting manner. Despite this, you can’t help being very aware of the heat of his body where he’s nestled against you.

“Noona~” he murmurs, after a while, his voice a little whiny but cute-whiny. You try to suppress the shiver that runs through you as his lips brush against your hand.

“Mm-hm? What is it Lix?” you check, leaning your head close to his ear to whisper, so you don’t disturb the others.

“Are you scared?” he asks, turning his head to fix you with a searching look.

“Um…yeah. A little,” you assure him. His gaze flickers from your eyes, down to your lips and then back up again and his own lips curve into a pretty smile.

“Me too,” he tells you, biting his lip again, but this time there is more than a hint of seduction in his eyes. “Only…I’m really really scared. Not just a little.” His fingers move to brush a stray tendril of your hair away from your eyes then drop to tilt your chin, angling your head so he can brush your lips with his. 

"You…I mean you don't sound that scared…" you stall, your voice trembling a little in anticipation of what's coming. He closes his eyes and exhales, tracing your bottom lip with his tongue before he slips it into your mouth to kiss you properly.

“Felix!” yells ChangBin, making you all jump. “You just missed one of the best scenes!”

“Oh…yeah, sorry hyung,” Felix apologizes vaguely, not breaking eye contact with you as he runs his fingertips along your jawline.

“Are you even watching this, hyung?!” demands JeongIn.

“Yes!!” Felix asserts, sounding aggrieved that anyone would doubt him, as he finally turns to face the others. “I’m watching it! It’s just scary, and you all know I hate ghosts,” he pouts. Chan waits for the chaos to subside then tells you all, in a firm voice that allows for no argument, that he’s unpausing the film. Felix makes a concerted effort to watch, but pretty soon he’s cowering in your arms again and you know he must be able to hear your heart pounding from where he has his head resting on your chest. He shifts himself deliberately, pausing between every movement to see if you react to each of his provocative little hip thrusts, pressing his ass back against your crotch and making you increasingly tingly. You shut your eyes and exhale slowly between your teeth, trying to ignore him, but he notices of course and giggles, before rolling onto his front to face you again whereupon you feel teeth, tongue, and the gentle suction from those pouty lips on your neck as he starts giving you a lovebite.

“Oh my God, Felix!” objects HyunJin loudly, making Chan groan and pause the film again. “What now?” he asks through gritted teeth, turning to see what the fuss is about.

“Felix! Either watch the film with us, or go make out with Noona in your room! None of us need the audio or the visuals, thanks!” he states in a very final tone.

"Fine! I'll watch!" Felix sulks, finding your hand and clinging to it for dear life. Although he quite clearly wants to leave, judging by the wary looks he darts at the TV screen and the longing looks he sends in the direction of his room, he knows he'll never live it down if he bails this early.

You actually make it quite a bit further into the film without any more interruptions but eventually you have to check on Felix as by now he's literally trembling in your arms.

"You okay, Lixie?" you whisper, stroking his hair behind his ear. He shakes his head violently, loosening his hair again, squeezes your hand and gives you a tiny, strangled sob in response to your question. You squeeze his hand back and cuddle him hard, rocking him a little to try and comfort him.

"It's okay. You're okay," you coo, bringing your face close to his to sprinkle his freckles with little kisses. He catches your face in his hands and kisses your lips, softly at first and then more and more urgently, drawing your tongue out with his, until you wrap your arms around his slender waist and kiss him back.

"Jebal, noona~~ Naneun noreul ganjeolhi wonhanya! [I want you so badly]" he moans softly. But not so softly that HyunJin, sitting right next to you, doesn't overhear him. He nudges JiSung, who is next along and gestures at you.

"Right! Three strikes and you're out, Felix!" JiSung announces, making Chan yell in frustration and pause the film again. 

"Felix? Sorry to be the bad guy here as well as your mom, but honestly, if you can't control your hormones for the space of one film, then just go to your room!" he tells the younger boy.

"Wait! Wait! What does Cassandra-noona think"? SeungMin intervenes tactfully. The other boys all look expectantly at Cass, aside from MinHo, who is already gazing at her adoringly, now that the film is paused.

Cass just sighs and rolls her eyes, after a brief, disparaging glance in yours and Felix's direction. "Lol. Sluts," she appraises you dismissively. Felix looks affronted. 

"We were only kissing!" he counters her claim. She looks at him witheringly.

"Yeah. I noticed. Can you not?" She clarifies, before shrugging and returning her attention to a clearly-besotted MinHo.

“Right - that’s unanimous then,” ChangBin comments. “Off you go YongBok. Take Noona in your room and let us watch our film in peace. You weren’t enjoying it anyway,” he points out breezily, making Felix sulk. You pull him to his feet and let him lead you out of the den in the direction of his bedroom. 

He stops you in front of his door and drapes his arms around your neck, pouting for a kiss, which you willingly deliver. He doesn't stop there though, and soon you feel the tip of his tongue as he starts to bestow kitten licks on your neck then up to your cheeks and the corners of your mouth, begging for re-entry. His licks feel so sexy that you’re tempted not to open your mouth and instead to just let him keep going but he senses resistance and ups the ante with little sighs and tiny whimpers until you cave and let him slip his tongue between your lips again. He commits maximum damage before pulling back with a teasing giggle.

“Are we going to fuck?” he asks you in a low voice, that sends delicious shivers up and down your spine. He toys with your necklace and cocks his head cutely to one side when you don't respond immediately.

“Wha-I-I mean…are you…wow-what?!” you stammer, stalling for time.

“What what? Are we though?” he asks, his beautiful almond-shaped eyes watching you avidly.

“I-I mean maybe. I mean I don’t…Let’s just go in your room, okay doll?” you suggest, avoiding the question as it threatens to derail your plan to just go with your instincts and worry about consequences later. His eyes glitter with mischief as he slides his bedroom door across and inclines his head for you to go in before him.

Once you're safely inside, he drops into a chair, legs wide and hands already at his belt buckle, then throws his head back so you get a good view of his lovely, slender neck. 

"Come on then, noona. Fuck me senseless," he breathes in Korean, knowing somehow that you'll respond better to his request if it's wrapped in the Korean language. Tempted though you are, you manage to restrain yourself, though you do choke on your next words:

"Right now?! Are you kidding me, Lix? The most I think we can get away with in a dorm full of your currently wide-awake fellow members is making out. And even then it's awkward when they know what we're doing in here…" you grimace.

"But look what you're doing to me!" he groans provocatively, flipping his buckle open, unzipping his flies and releasing his quivering erection into the night air. You try your best not to stare, and he doesn't make it easy, channelling his most angelic, eyelash-fluttering innocence, before incongruously bucking his hips and inhaling through his teeth with a hiss. Your eyes are drawn helplessly to his cock which twitches where it stands, straight up against his flat stomach.

"Fuck!" you mutter, looking away with difficulty. "Look - we can't do this, Felix! You're so babie - I shouldn't even be thinking about violating your innocence like this."

He pouts at you in aegyo, so you close your eyes, steadying yourself. 

"Aniyo~~" he whines. "Open your eyes!" You do so reluctantly and his pretty smile returns. He bites his lip, and you swallow hard. "Sst!" he sucks his breath in. "Oh fuck!" His hands drop impulsively to his crotch to adjust himself and you notice the trickle of pre-cum dripping from his tip. "Don't you want to play with me, noona?" he pouts. "I'm so ready for you, look!" He displays himself to you with a little groan, his breath coming in shallow pants.

“Felix, stop! Just be yourself, babe. You don’t need to act like this okay? I already know you’re…probably…not that experienced. In fact I’m not 100% sure that you’re not a virgin…” You pause and try to catch his eye, but he blushes and looks away and down, avoiding your gaze.

“Okay so you are a virgin,” you conclude. “So why are you acting like this?” He coughs nervously, instinctively covering himself up with his hands, now that he’s been called out.

"I think maybe you need to lay off the porn, lovely," you sigh. "Come on - do your jeans up and come cuddle with me over here," you invite him, flopping down on his bed with a sigh. He does as you ask, laying by your side on his bed and cuddling up to you adorably, so that you can't help but to wrap him tightly in your arms and kiss his beestung pout. 

"Why do you tease me like this, noona~~?" he whines, intertwining your fingers with his, where they rest on the covers. "I'm past the age of consent here and back home!" 

"I'm sorry, cutie," you sigh ruefully. "You just seem so young to me and I don't want to hurt you when I'm still hung up on my ex."

Felix sulks at the mention of your ex-boyfriend, withdrawing his hand and crossing his arms, but nestling closer to your chest.

"I hate your ex," he announces sourly.

"I know, I know," you sigh. "Everyone that's not enchanted by him seems to hate him. But he's lovely really.  Just not exactly ready for a relationship." You grimace as the memories flood your mind again. "Let's not talk about him, okay, Lixie? Why don't we talk about you. What do you want out of…" You gesture at the both of you, cuddled up on his bedspread "...all this?"

"Sexy times," he pouts. You sigh heavily and give him a warning look. "Head?" he tries next, with a cheeky grin. "That doesn't count as sex, so you can salve my Catholic guilt." He curls his tongue at you suggestively then bites his lip with a sexy wink. 

"Fuck's sake," you laugh. You hesitate, taking in his elfin features and his peaches-and-cream sweetness. But then he yawns and stretches like the cat he is, exposing his abs teasingly before his shirts slip back down over them. "Okay. Fine," you agree, accepting your fate. 

"Fine?" he echoes, his voice rising hopefully.

"Yes. Fine," you repeat, trailing kisses from his jawline down onto his neck. His breath hitches as he brings his hands around behind your back to hold you. He whimpers a little as you move his collar aside and unbutton his shirt  to continue your kisses onto his chest. 

"Which…" He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a soft, sweet moan. "Which part?"

"Both," you tell him. "If I'm going to lead you into sin, I'm going to lead you…” You pull his shirt the rest of the way undone, push his t-shirt up, then pause to run your tongue lingeringly over one of his erect nipples, eliciting a long, low, shuddering moan from him, “...all the way there, " you finish.

“Fuck…” he breathes.

“You like that, babie?” you coo.

“Fff…mm…fuck yeah…” he groans, twisting and writhing under you on the bed. He arches his back, pressing his nipple back between your lips. “C’mon, noona~ Lead me into temptation…” he begs.

“Mmm…such a needy brat…” you tease, licking, tweaking and sucking his nipples, until he’s purring like a kitten under your ministrations. You let one hand drift down to the front of his jeans, skimming over his now-covered fresh erection, before resting it on the top of his iliac crest. 

“Oh ssi…Touch me. Jebal!” he pleads, head coming up and eyes fluttering open to try and see what’s happening.

"I am touching you," you tell him innocently. He pouts prettily.

"No, you know what I mean!" he whines, trying unsuccessfully to nudge your hand over towards his dick.

"Ooh, do I, babydoll?" you draw out his agony, walking your fingers up and down his inner thigh until he's almost crying. "Maybe you need to use your words, Lixie."

He bucks his hips with another protracted moan, tossing his head on the pillows until his dark hair is all over his face. 

"Touch my cock. Please…" he whimpers, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Little louder?" you prompt him, letting your fingertips drift an inch closer. He's a mess of blushes and fluttering lashes and you’re finding it almost impossible to hold back.

"Jebal…jogi manjobwa! [Please...touch me ‘there’]" he moans, much louder, knowing he'll get away with the euphemism in Korean. But then something comes over him. Pulling himself together, he sits up with a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Come on, noona - you can't resist me…" he intones, in his deepest voice,  undoing you completely with his switch from innocent Catholic school-boy to seductive sex-kitten. And he knows it too. Head down, he gives you a smoking-hot look up through his lashes, his chest still heaving and his clothing askew, nipples and abs on full display. Tables completely turned, you pull him over on top of you, fumbling feverishly with his flies to get to his Calvin Kleins.

“Mmmph…mm…oh ssibal! Fuck me, Lix!” you beg him between kisses, making him giggle at the sudden shift of power. You slide your fingers into the top of his knickers, letting your thumb slip over the head of his cock and wiping the slick of his pre-cum across his tip. He groans loudly and then swears even more loudly as his length slides straight up inside you, meeting no resistance. You gasp and raise your hips to meet his as he thrusts into you, and he moans your name out loud. You kiss him hard, trying to make him quiet, but, after sucking on your tongue for a short interval, he raises his head, grabs the headboard of the bed and hammers you for a few more quick thrusts, before his hips jerk uncontrollably, and you feel him cum way up inside you with an extended, shuddery moan of pleasure.

You collapse next to each other, both panting for air, then, once you’ve caught your breath, you lean down to kiss his pouting pink mouth softly, making him smile and giggle sweetly.

“Mmmm…” he sighs, enjoying the kiss. But then he apologizes, with a grimace.  “Damn - I was way too quick, wasn’t I?” he groans, blushing and covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. You move his hands and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You were amazing,” you tell him fondly. “Still want that head, once you’ve recovered?” you check, snuggling against him. He plays with your hair, in a bit of a daze.

“Mmhm,” he tells you, with a mischievous smile. “Definitely.” Only maybe five minutes pass and you can tell he’s already horny again even without the evidence of his swiftly-stiffening dick brushing up against your leg. His fingers have slowly moved from gently stroking your arm to playing with your tits. You don’t stop him, instead shifting so that one of his exploring hands slips inside your bra and then jiggling until one of his fingers brushes your nipple. You feel his cock twitch against your leg in response and turn your head to murmur into the delicate shell of his ear: “I think you might be ready?” 

“Fuck yes,” he whispers, dropping all pretence at accidental touches and bringing both hands around to pull your bra impatiently out of his way. “Let me just…you didn’t finish, did you?” he checks. “Before?” You shake your head, wondering what he’s going to do. Taking one of your tits in his hand, he clasps his lips around your nipple, while snaking his other hand down and into your panties to play with your clit. You gasp in surprise and then relax into it, letting his slender fingers stroke you as he sucks on your tits one after the other.

“Felix, stop,” you beg.

“No way,” he tells you. “Wanna make you cum,” he mumbles against the nipple he’s currently working on. Realizing he’s in earnest, you help him out a little, moving against his fingers until he has the rhythm and positioning right.

“Mmm…faster babe,” you encourage him eventually. “That’s it. Yeah…oh fuck yeah…little faster…mm…faster…faster…uh-huh…ohhh just like that…oh Lix…oh fuck…oh ssibal I’m gonna…oh yeah…Oh FELIX!” You scream his name, making his cheeks flush hot red, as you collapse onto your back, soaking his fingers and the sheets beneath you.

“Okay…you ready for yours?” you ask him, still on your back. He nods, eyes wide at the effect he’s just had on you. You kiss him hard on the lips, then trail little nips, licks and kisses down his throat and onto his chest, your fingers searching blindly for his new erection. Gaining confidence from your lack of quietness, he loses no time unleashing a litany of whore moans as your lips get closer to his cock.

“Oh-AH….Oh fuck! Oh ssi…ohhhh, noonaaaa~~” he sighs at increasing volume. “Oh jebal…oh fuck…oh please….” he begs as your tongue laps at the base of his cock. Noticing his increasing twitchiness, and his balls starting to retract a little, you quickly slide your tongue along his length and then take him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down faster and faster while he screams and groans helplessly. “Oh God! Oh Y/N-noona! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” he sobs. “Stop, stop - wait I’m cumming. Oh SSIBAL!” he moans, releasing thick ropes of semen down your willing throat in five, six, seven spurts and jerks of his hips. You swallow everything he gives you, then lick him clean and flop down next to him with a sigh of content.

“Mmm…you taste delicious,” you whisper, kissing his neck softly as he pulls you hard against his side. 

“So you don’t regret it?” he checks, eyes searching yours anxiously. You meet his gaze and smile fondly at him.

“Not at all,” you reassure him. “You were just what I needed.”

THE END

[defxciii]

우리손 (our hands)

pairing: sunoo x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: i used some korean in this just bc that’s how the story came together in my head and when it’s translated into english it just didn’t have the same effect. i included translations in parenthesis :)

word count: 0.3k

you and your newfound best friend, ni-ki, had decided to hang out at his place. he shared a dorm with his six other members-- this wasn’t something you minded, however. 

“this must be a big change, having to live with your members,” you converse while popping a snack into your mouth.

“mmm yeah but it’s okay, my hyungs all treat me really well,” was all ni-ki said as he concentrated on the game playing on the tv.

you sigh, “sunoo is so cute. i wish we could compare hand sizes and fall in love or something.”

you look to him,  “wouldn’t that be so cute ni-ki ya?” 

you can hear a snicker being suppressed from the kitchen; both you and ni-ki turn your heads into that direction to see the owner of the laugh. before you’re able to process anything, ni-ki bursts out in laughter.

“hAHAHAHAHAH 오마이갓 헐!! (omg omg)”

 realization finally hits, “EH?! HOW MUCH DID YOU HEAR? EVERYTHING??”

covering your face, you run away to the nearest corner and face it, tucking your head into your knees.

“this is so embarrassing. i just wanna dig a big hole, go into it, and never come out.”

“오 왜 (wae/why),, don’t say that” you turn around to find that sunoo had followed you into the corner you were hiding in, and immediately turn back around to face the wall out of embarrassment. he squats down to your level and faces you.

amidst this all, ni-ki can’t stop laughing. at this point you’re sure he’s either got tears in his eyes or has developed abs from laughing so much.

“yah i didn’t know you felt that way about sunoo hyung- the fact that he was right there makes it so much more funny aHAHAHAHAH”

ignoring the younger, sunoo stands up from his squatting position and reaches his hand out to you, “let me help you up. i think now would be a good time to compare hand sizes,” he gives you his infamous eye smile and continues, “we can do the falling in love part later.”

[flannel-cladpika]

Mad Sweeney x Fem!Huldra! Reader - Reminisce

AN: Quick note, in case you don’t know, a hulder (or huldra) is a seductive forest creature found in Scandinavian folklore. They appear human, but have a tail of either a horse or a cow.

His fiery red hair was the first thing you noticed about him.

His green eyes were the second. They were the eyes of someone four times the age he seemed to be.

He was sipping a golden liquid, looking tired, with a busted lip, a bruise on his forearm, and his black coat sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

You walked up to the nearly barren bar, asked for a drink of mead, and took a seat next to the stranger. 

You had to hike up your knee-length skirt, making sure your tail was still hidden, but you managed to look inconspicuous enough. He looked to you, then proceeded to continue finishing his drink and ask for another whiskey. You decided to start up a conversation, after all, there were only about 3 other people in the whole bar and you had some time to kill.

“You from here?” You asked, taking a swig of the honey wine in your hand. It was okay, but nothing like the stuff they made back home. It was almost too sweet and it didn’t have the right flavour, but it was the closest thing you could get to the real thing without making it yourself.

“Neh. Mae home is ‘cross the pond. How ‘bout you lass?” He asked in a thick Irish accent. You smiled, glad to find another foreigner in this land where you seldom found a fellow traveler.

“Nor I either. My home is in the far north, not too far from yours I suppose.” You replied, feeling a longing for home, and taking another sip of your mead, yet another thing about this place that was an imitation of the real thing.

“What brings you here lass? Why come all this wae from home?” He questioned as he took another sip from his glass.

“I was about to ask you the same. But, I guess I’ll go first. It wasn’t my decision exactly. I was brought here by my….family. You?”

He looked a bit sullen. “I know the feelin’. I too was brought here a long time ago with sohme fellow countrymen.”

“Well, it can’t have been that long ago, you still have your accent, and you look to be in your twenties. I’m sure you’ll get the chance to return to your homeland some day. It’s not like you’re chained here.” You said encouragingly, but it only seemed to make him smirk in an almost humorless way.

“Lass, I hate teh tell you, but I’m much older than you.” He then pulled out 5 gold coins from thin air. He looked to you, probably expecting to see you gasp in awe or surprise, but you merely raised an eyebrow and gained a smirk of your own.

“Oh, I’m much older than you may think Leprechaun.” You stated as you peered down towards your leg, making sure his eyes followed yours and then slowly let your tail peek out from under your skirt.

He was the one who became surprised, and glanced between you and your tail for a minute or 3.

You giggled lightly. Nudging his shoulder to get him to stop gawking at you.

“Hey, earth to Leprechaun, can you stop staring at me like I’m Nessie?”

He gave you a glare. “Teh Loch Ness Monster is Scottish, not Irish.”

You chuckled. “I know. I was just trying to get you to stop staring at me. How would you like it if I stared at your red hair for 5 minutes straight? Hmm”

“Well now, it would depend on what hair you weare lookin’ aht, Huldra.” He smirked cheekily, flashing his teeth and giving you a wink.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh stop. I’m surprised you even know about my kind. Those outside of my homeland don’t seem to know anything about our world other than our gods. Creatures like my kin and I are forgotten…”

“Pfft. At least you don’t have teh put up with humans thinkin’ you’re supposed teh be 3 foot tall and always want crappy cereal.” He sounded annoyed. You couldn’t really blame him though. He looked to be about 6'5” and the thought of him flying on rainbows and wearing a big green top hat had you struggling to restrain your laughter.

“Well, I’d gladly take a widely known stereotype instead of being known for nothing. There are no charcoal burners for us to watch over. No offering shrines to give us provisions. This land may be good for industry and business, but it is not kind to those of us who do not die in less than a century.”

The tall male then turned his eyes forward, asking for yet another glass.

“I cahn’t argue wit that. I’ve been haere fahr two centuries, and I’ve always longed fahr the ways of home back in the deys befahre man thought they weare above mahgic and teh like.”

You nodded in agreement and knocked back the rest of your drink and then ordered another. A silence hung between you for a few minutes, both of you just thinking and sipping your beverages. You saw the bartender head to what you assumed was the back room from the corner of your eye, more than likely getting more alcohol to restock the bar. Then, you decided to break the quiet.

“I’ve watched so many of my sisters give up their tails and immortality to wed human men in their Christian churches. At least you are seen as a being of luck, whereas I am seen as a seductive monster that lures men into the forest to satiate my “insatiable sexual hunger”, and if they fail to satisfy me, I kill them. I’ve never done that! Well...not the killing part. Though I remember one of my sisters did that sometimes, but that… damnit, I’m rambling now. Sorry.”

The Irishman laughed heartily. It was a booming but warm sound, almost giving you a sense of comfort. It probably would have if he wasn’t laughing at you.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, trying to get him to stop.

Eventually, his laughter died down into chuckles until he was able to finally breathe and gained the ability of speech again. He turned his stool towards you, smile still plastered on his lips.

“Sorry lass, but your ramblin’ was just too funny. I think it’s ‘bout time I introduce myself. Name’s Mad Sweeney. Just call me Sweeney.”

You rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance and smiled back at him. “You can call me (Y/n).” You stated as you held out your hand for a handshake. He accepted the gesture with a curve of his lips, shaking your outstretched appendage. A few seconds passed by after the shake and he hadn’t let go of your hand yet. You looked up at him, confused.

The Leprechaun’s smile turned mischievous and his eyes gleamed with a look that you knew all too well, for you’d seen it in many men.

“What? Sweeney? You going to let go of my hand any time soo-”

He cut you off by pulling on the hand he still held until you felt his fingers in your hair and his breath on your ear. You braced yourself from smacking into him with a hand against his chest. Your nose almost touched his shoulder, causing you to breath in his scent. He smelled like a forest with a hint of blood. He then blew lightly on your ear, causing a pleasant shiver to go down your spine.

“What was thaht I haerd about you having ahn insatiable hunger?” He whispered, his voice lower and more seductive.

His entire presence was intoxicating yet so familiar and comforting. Even though all you’d had was two drinks, and you prided yourself on how well you could hold your liquor, this guy was making you feel lightheaded and you started to have a craving deep within that you hadn’t felt in a long time, not since the days you lured vikings into forests.

You pulled back a bit to look him in the eyes, your orbs glowing with anticipation.

“Well, I guess I am a bit peckish. Where did you have in mind?” You said with a suggestive smirk making its way onto your face.

The ginger smiled wickedly. “I would say haere, but I get teh feelin’ you’d rather go sohme place else. How ‘bout mae hotel room across the straet?”

You tugged on his shirt collar and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. He moved one hand to your waist and the other to your neck as you threaded your digits through his wild fiery hair.

You pulled away and grinned, eyes half lidded. You leaned up to whisper seductively into his ear,

“Sounds perfect.”

-THE END-

AN: Sorry if I typed out the Irish accent wrong!! I tried my best, really! Also, I highly recommend looking into Scandinavian folklore, as they have a bunch of creatures that are really cool and interesting, and some will vary by region and/or country.

[jayofolympus]

Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric Doric

The sky was turning a little orange in the early evening light, the sun just beginning to sink toward the horizon on the other side of them, while the North Sea glittered beyond the sheer cliff to the right of them. A single boat could just barely be seen on the horizon, and Lambert let the familiarity wash over him.

“I’ll hae tae bring ye oot here tae watch the sun rise some morn’,” he said, grinning over at Jaskier. “It’s a rare sight.”

“Oh, wow,” Jaskier breathed, watching the lighthouse appear as they turned the corner.

“That richt there,” Lambert said, still grinning, “That’s how I know I’m hame.”

Jaskier turned to watch him, eyes sparkling with wonder. “The lighthouse?”

Lambert nodded. “Aye. Seein’ ‘at on the horizon, comin’ in aifter bein’ oot in aa sorts, means I’m hame. I mind fit wye I love it here. I’m comin’ hame tae my faimly, an’ it’ll nae be lang afore I get tae see aabdy; gie the bairn a bosie, an’ hae tea or a pint wae Eskel and Geralt, an’ it settles somethin’ in me.” He paused, shaking his head. “I dinnae ken if ‘at jist soonds like a load ae shite.”

Jaskier shook his head. “Not at all,” he said, putting a hand on Lambert’s knee. “The lighthouse is… a symbol, I suppose, of all the good things that you miss while you’re at sea.”

[yokasaris]

Prompt #21- Solution

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge The bright side of the Druthers is that all sorts passed through. Zhan'a found a healer who wasn't completely lost in the drink with little problem and pointed her toward the gate where the weary Wailers were finally making it back. He'd run on ahead while they held back to apply a makeshift tourniquet to Sahzi's leg. Always did enjoy timing things so well. Waes rushed to follow, though paused, confused, as Zhan'a stopped just outside the tavern. "What's goin’ on?" "Don't wanna get underfoot," he replied hoarsely as the healer ran to meet the others. Grunting, he settled his hands on his knees, trying to steady himself without falling over as he fought to catch his breath. He didn't care that his words didn't exactly answer her question. However, he knew he wouldn't be of much help in this situation, so now was the problem of what to do with himself. "Ya look half dead. Need that nap? Found a tree that looks pretty good over there." A nice high tree branch to settle in did sound nice, but instead Zhan'a plopped right onto the ground. Maybe he didn't have to do anything right now. "Sometimes... the simplest solution's the best." He closed his eyes, not asleep, but grateful for any amount of rest he could manage for the moment.