#beyond-the-dreamcatcher

[themagical1sa]

really feeling BONVOYAGE (Farewell Ver.) by Dreamcatcher lately...

So now I'm trying to move on without you just like it is the end

Counting every day, waiting day and night for a reason

Tell me, oh, Bon Voyage

Under the sky, oh, Bon Voyage

Even without words I still know

I know you, I know you

[the-silence-has-spoken]

For my finals in college, I had five weeks to create a game. The game is now titled Dreamcatcher, and this is I guess, fanart? Of my own game lmao.

You can find the demo at silencearts.itch.io if you’d like to give it a play through. It’s one level, still pretty rough, but that’s what demos are for right?

(Here’s an image from the game itself)

[smuttysabina]

Gahyeon vs The Tentacles: A Tale of Interdimensional Terror and Sex

(Gahyeon x Tentacles, 2.7k words) CHECK THE TAGS

Tags: Filthy sloppy demonic sex, highly dubious anatomy, extremely questionable interdimensional reproductive cycles, tentacle sex, more tentacle cum then her body has room for, tentacle impregnation, egg laying, call your therapist- tell him he's a rich man, no orifice is left un-violated (okay well actually a lot are but...), illegal demonic summoning, birth, unspeakable degeneracy, consensual sex

Happy Halloween you degenerates

Gahyeon flips through the pages of the grimoire, bored beyond belief; who would have thought that finding a good demon for an orgy would be so hard! She scowls as she haphazardly tosses the book aside before snatching another one from the pile next to her roost in the old armchair. Halloween was fast approaching, and it was Dreamcatcher's hallowed tradition that every member would have to bring a demon along for their yearly spooky gangbang. Gahyeon's demon for last year had been a terrible disappointment, a Baphomet with meter-long cock; what the fuck was she supposed to do with a dick that huge? Okay, it had been pretty fun getting literally hosed down with demon-semen, but still! Flicking peevishly through the pages, she spots something that catches her eye, now this might work! Gahyeon would have to test it out first though, nothing was more embarrassing than trying to summon an interdimensional sex-partner only for the spell to fizzle in front of everybody...

Moving with confidence, Gahyeon quickly gathers the materials needed for the summoning; thankfully no virgin blood was required this time. Do you know how hard it is to find a virgin working at a Kpop company? Slopping her brush in the bucket of (ethically sourced) blood, Gahyeon swiftly sketches a pentagram on the library floor, then she bends over to draw the circle enclosing the symbol. Fell hieroglyphs and bizarre runes are carefully added around the perimeter ring, as Gahyeon busies herself with the fine details. She adds candles to every point of the pentagram, before as a final touch she dumps some leftover calamari in the center as a medium. Perfect. (What, its totally normal for an Idol to trespass the dark infinites to find a fuck-buddy; do you really think your favorites aren't doing it too?) Gahyeon calmly adjusts her outfit, as she prepares to start the incantation; first impressions are Important, you can't just greet your new friend butt-naked and bent over! (Well you can, it's just impolite) Unwords spill from Gahyeon's perky lips, scarring the air itself as she slowly makes several circuits around her summoning circle. An unhealthy light begins to grow around the discarded food-scraps, until they are burning with unnatural colors; then with a disgusting shlorp they disappear. Gahyeon blinks, did it work? Then a glowing pool of liquid appears, filling the circle until it is bubbling up the wards on the sides; a success!

Gahyeon squats in front of the unearthly puddle, impatient for any sign of the being she had supposedly just summoned. She starts as a long pink tube languidly rises out of the liquid, halting when level with her face and swaying gently. Gahyeon perks up, and cheerfully introduces herself, "Greetings almighty TZARNIGLOTHIFLORGUMALRQ'VSHYTUOPLONOAL, I was wondering if you wanted to go to an orgy next week with me?" The tendril bobs excitedly, and she beams, "Awesome! But um, let's get to know each other a bit better first okay?" The tentacle palpitates before ducking back into the pool, making nary a ripple. Gahyeon blandly stares at the pool, did she just get dumped...? Then a new tentacle erupts from the portal, much thicker and more purple than the last one, with a bulbous, fleshy tip. It quests slowly towards Gahyeon, pausing at the edge of the barrier; she rolls her eyes, and with a wave of her hand dispels it. The tentacle kisses her lips, and she opens her mouth to allow it inside of her.

The tentacle fills Gahyeon's mouth, probing towards the back of her throat before pausing, lulled by licking of her tongue. She slurps upon the squishy appendage, playfully sucking it off with surprising skill, her hands stroking its length. A sickly sweet fluid starts to appear in her mouth, and she redoubles her efforts, realizing that this must be some sort of precum. The tentacle wiggles and pulsates inside of her mouth, expanding until her tongue is pushed entirely down, leaving her throat clear. Warm, slick liquid spurts into Gahyeon's mouth, which she handily gulps down, but it is soon followed by a flood of gummy balls that slide easily down her well-lubricated throat. She gags, arms flailing as she tries to swallow the seemingly endless stream of boba-like spheres pouring into her stomach. Eventually the deluge ceases, and the tentacle deflates and withdraws from Gahyeon, leaving her coughing and clutching at her belly. She rubs herself while glaring at the now spent purple appendage, why does her tummy feel so strange, just what sort of demonic semen is inside of her? One thing for sure, Gahyeon feels a bizarre need for anal sex, like, deep, hard plowing. With a mischievous smile she lifts the hem of her dress up and pulls down her panties, "Well, surely you've got more to show me..."

Smooth, pink tentacles erupt out of the eldritch pool, slithering around Gahyeon's body and lifting her into the air. More tentacles hold her legs open while others snake underneath her clothes and slither sensuously around her breasts. She simpers at the overwhelming sensations assaulting her skin, so focused is she on her own pleasure that she barely notices the growing pressure against her anus. Gahyeon gasps as she feels something hot and slimy enter her ass, slowly but steadily pushing deeper inside of her; expanding to fit the contours of her innards. The tentacles coiling around her body begin to secrete the same fluid that had presaged the purple tentacles orgasm, coating Gahyeon in a thin layer of slime. She moans, writhing in the tentacles grasps, her nerves made extraordinarily sensitive by the tentacles' fluid; demanding that her demonic lover continue rubbing her. She climaxes messily when the tendril inside of her quests even deeper, delving into her small intestine as it slowly fills up her belly with its fleshy length. Gahyeon's eyes roll back as she cums repeatedly from the novel sensation of having her guts fucked; her tummy bulging obscenely. Then the tentacle within slowly begins to wind its way out of her, leaving behind a warm, slippery trail of fluid that makes her tremble with a strange excitement. Gahyeon's eyes widen as she feels something start to flow down her guts, what the fuck...?

A smooth, pliable ovoid plops wetly out of Gahyeon's ass, making her shudder with sickening delight. She groans, "What the fuck is that?" before any further questions are stopped by a veritable flood of eggs spewing out of her anus. Gahyeon's arms spasm frantically as her asshole sputters noisily, as if the world's longest string of anal beads was getting yanked out of her ass. She cums so hard from her sensitive ass getting violated that she blacks out, only regaining consciousness some time afterwards; her ass gaping in the cool air. Breathing heavily, Gahyeon manages to gasp out, "Did- did you just impregnate my fucking guts? Ugh... Fuck that felt so good though!" A salacious gleam fills her eyes, her mind hazy with lust, she reaches down to spread her other hole, "You dummy, don't you know you're supposed to knock up a human using this hole? Fill me up again! I want to birth your spawn using my cunt this time," Gahyeon haughtily demands. A pink tendril noses at her entrance, but she bats it away irritably, "No! Use a purple one I said!" She licks her lips when she sees another bulbous, purple tentacle emerge from the pool, wiggling her hips with excitement as it approaches.

Gahyeon moans as the tentacle slides inside of her sopping pussy, squirming around as it examines her hole until it pokes at her cervix. Its flesh tip kisses the entrance to her womb, before worrying at it as the tendril seeks to enter her most sacred place. Gahyeon slows her breathing, drawing upon her lessons with Jihyo to relax her cervix, allowing the tentacle to slither inside of her uterus. She spasms a little as the fleshy tube explores her womb, now this was certainly a new sensation for her! Gahyeon grunts as she feels a surge of warm fluid and eggs spewing inside of her, thank goodness her cavity was designed to be stretched out... The purple tendril slips out of her pussy, before a familiar pink tentacle takes its place, already slopping lubricating fluids all over her crotch. Gahyeons pouts in annoyance, "This is the most boring tentacle rape I've ever been to. Like, I don't mind being forced to birth you eggs and shit, but can you at least fucking violate me while I do? I want at least, one tentacle fucking all of my holes at all times; and I had better be getting pumped full of so much cum I look pregnant! What's the point of screwing tentacles if I'm not getting ruined? Oh- and if you could fuck my tits too that would be great." The tentacle poised to insert itself pauses for a moment, as Gahyeon blandly watches the shimmering pool for an answer. Several dozen more pink tentacles menacingly rise out of the water, and she claps her hands in delight; now this is more like it!

Gahyeon gurgles happily around the fleshy tube shoved down her throat, sucking upon it with all her might. Two more pink tentacles make an absolute mess of her cunt, slopping fluids all over the floor, while another is busy filling her ass with cum. Several small tendrils also invade Gahyeon's more exotic orifices, wriggling inside of her nipples and urethra before filling those with creamy liquid as well. Under such an assault, its no wonder that Gahyeon is orgasming almost continuously, her abused holes spasming around the tentacles fucking her brains out. The tentacle occupying her esophagus pulsates, and she feels a seemingly endless surge of hot liquid spew into her stomach until it sloshes with every movement she makes. Finally spent, the tentacle unclogs Gahyeon's throat only after her face has turned rosy from lack of oxygen. Panting, she still manages to tongue it gratefully as it withdraws, sucking on it until it emerges from between her lips with a sensual pop. Then the tendril squirming between her huge breasts explodes all over her chest, painting her chain and neck with a slick of filthy fluid.

Now thoroughly in heat, Gahyeon rubs the resulting aphrodisiacal mess into her breasts, causing her nipples to swell up even as they are toyed with by smaller tentacles. An utterly perverse idea crosses her mind, and at her urging, two fresh purple ovipositor tentacles nose at her teats. Her nipples are forced wider as the ribbed tendrils slowly press inside, before starting to pulsate with a now familiar rhythm. Gahyeon groans with ecstasy as her breasts are impregnated, as eggs slop into her unused mammaries until they are heaving with slick spheroids. She gropes herself forcefully, relishing in the feeling of her already large breasts now swollen to capacity with weighty eggs. But it's still not enough for the lustful slut, who is now indulging in her wildest fantasies. Even as the pink tendrils return to lubricating the insides of her tits, she hauls another larger one towards her mouth, "Don't stop until you come out the other side..." Gahyeon accepts the tentacle into her mouth, allowing its meaty length to curl down her throat and towards her stomach. In bends slightly, allowing air to flow into her lungs, while plumbing ever deeper. Now it was literally in her stomach, already roiling with lubricating fluids, before pushing onwards...

Gahyeon squirms as the tentacle winds its way down through her innards, cumming as she wordlessly demands her for her cunt to be stimulated. Then the tentacle was through the tight confines of her organs, and was freely wriggling its way out of her already abused guts. She whines as she feels her asshole birth the thickening coil, her eyes glazing over as it raises back up to her face, as if showing off. Gahyeon convulses, she was being impaled, she had been reduce to filthy fucking meat-tube! Only after enduring what seems like an endless orgasm, does the pink tentacle deign to withdraw, leaving her feeling worn and violated; not that she was slowing down. The tendrils fucking her breasts had not been idle while Gahyeon had been filled all-the-way-through, and her tits were now burning with a grotesque heat. She looks down in shock, that was fast, her hands squeezing her boobs as they start to leak and pulse. Gahyeon squeals as the first oviod forces its way out of her gaping nipple, rolling down her shaking stomach before falling to the floor. A tide of eggs follows, spewing out of both of her breasts as she watches with amazement the sight of her tits giving birth. She croons as she gently massages her blown-out breasts, fuck she needs more and more! With daemonic energy she demands that the ravaging of her holes recommence, Gahyeon doesn't need to rest, she needs to get destroyed!

After nearly another hour of rapacious hole-fucking, Gahyeon writhes from overstimulation, as she feels a familiar heat begin to grow in her belly. She looks down in surprise as several more tentacles snake inside of her, filling her holes to capacity and more; gushes of fluid pouring out of her with every thrust. Her moans grow higher in pitch as the supreme moment approaches, her uterus pressing downwards against the knot of tendrils occupying her cunt. Gahyeon gasps as her cervix slowly begins to open, the pressure within forcing its lips to part, "Oh my god its coming out! Oh fuck I'm giving birth! It hurts so good!" Gahyeon wails as the first egg squeezes its way out, the tentacles swiftly pulling out of her pussy to give her space. Then the next one emerges, followed by several dozen more; every egg prompting her to moan and squirt, the tentacles in her guts continuing to pleasure her innards. Her hands frantically stroke the tendrils in her hands, milking them one-by-one into her mouth in a frenzy of degenerate lust as her mind goes blank...

When Gahyeon had finished birthing the slimy ovoids, the tentacles gently lower her to the ground, leaving her on her knees in a puddle of lubricating fluid. Her blown-out holes sputter weakly, and she clutches at her belly that was so swollen with cum it looks as if she was pregnant. Then Gahyeon notices that she is alone once more in the room, the portal of glistening liquid fast receding. She pouts, is it over already? A singular purple tentacle emerges from the pool, fluted and ribbed; bobbing gently in exhaustion. With a mischievous smirk, Gahyeon grasps the flesh tube and takes it in her mouth, her wily tongue slithering inside of the tendril's hole. Holding it steady, she teases and plays with the pseudo-cock until it is leaking into her mouth; then she starts to suck and it quivers. Gahyeon gracefully swallows egg after egg, her throat so well lubricated that even though they are larger, the gummy balls slide down her gullet with ease. When it is finished filling her with its spawn, she removes it from her mouth, before giving its bruised tip and sloppy kiss. "So, I'll be seeing you in a week, right? I'll incubate the babies you plopped into my tummy until then, but next time... Next time you had better impregnate all of my holes, oh and violate me even harder; the fact that I'm even conscious right now is really not great." The tentacle pulsates in her grasp, and Gahyeon finally allows it to escape back into the hellish dimension from which it came; the portal closing behind it with a wet shlorp.

Gahyeon staggers towards the exit of the library, her leaking holes leaving behind a slippery trail of fluids. She was looking forward to having her innards invaded again, the other girls would be so jealous of her! She doesn't think any of them had given birth while getting fucked before either, so she was really going to be able to show off! Gahyeon tenderly strokes at her protruding belly, feeling the eggs squirming inside of her; who knew that serving as the breeding-pouch for an interdimensional demon would be so fucking arousing?

Well, maybe Gahyeon, but she did read a little too much hentai for her own good...

<A/N I was going to make the ending even more degenerate, but lucky for you guys I came to senses before I could make things worse. You're welcome <3>

[dreamcatchers-husband]

Don't Give In

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Handong

Length: 2200 words

Tags: Quckie, Creampie

A/n- BFH because of this photo. She really wanted to kill us.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in”. These three words repeatedly went through your mind every day at work. Weird, right? Why would you keep telling yourself that? Well, the glare a certain pink-haired Chinese woman was giving you caused it. 

When you picked up the girls early, they all seemed quite mellow. Sure, being 5 am probably does that but you were a bit surprised. The drive was quite boring to the remote location but once you hopped out, it all began. 

Reaching the side door, each of the girls began to hop out and say their thanks. With the final lady exiting, a sudden grab on your crotch made you jolt in place. Your face was full of panic as you looked around. Facing the young woman, that famous smirk filled her face as she got closer. 

“Who needs coffee when my touch can be your pick me up?” 

With that said, Handong continued into the shooting site, leaving you amazed by her actions. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

First time of the day. 

7 hours later. 

Lunch was a time everyone enjoyed. Well maybe not the ladies who prepared the food but it was a time to relax. At least that’s what you assumed it would be. 

The metal chair your butt seated on was not the comfiest but it got the job done. On your plastic plate, a mix of veggies and various meat could be found. Unlike most idols, the Dreamcatcher girls ate what they wanted in moderation instead of going on insane diets. 

Despite being their manager, the relationship you had with the girls was beyond just business. They were your friends. As you all sat around the white plastic table. Everyone was listening to Jiu’s corny jokes when a sudden pressure on your crotch caught your attention. 

Not wanting to make it oblivious, your face continued to look at Jiu, while giving the girl further to the right a serious look. Despite this, Handong continued to eat while her foot continued to touch your dick. 

“Haneul. Are you ok? You seem a bit red?” 

“O-Oh yeah. I’m fine, Sua. Sorry, I think it’s just a little hot.” 

“Yeah, it is a little hot. I’m so glad they got us those cold drinks.” 

As each girl took a sip of their Soda, Handong raised the straw to her mouth and gave you a smirk. The young woman’s tongue began to roam around the plastic straw. Moving it up and down, Handong pushed the straw in her mouth and began to move it back and forth, Maintaining eye contact that whole time. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

9 hours later. 

Just as when you had woken up, the sun was nowhere in sight. The life of an idol is tough, but being their manager could be just as stressful at times. As some girls continued to get their photos taken for the album, the sound of clapping caught your attention. 

Looking to the left, the sight of the approaching pink-haired girl made you nervous. As Handong finally stood in front of you, a small giggle left her mouth. 

“Drooling much? Well as much as I love you staring at me, could you help me take a few pictures for my Instagram?” 

Getting back to your senses, you simply nodded your head and took the phone that she handed you.

Getting ready to take a few shots, Handong shook her head no. 

“Let’s not bother the people shooting here. Let’s go by the van. I'm sure no one we can bother will be there.” 

The sirens in your head began to go off but you didn’t have much of a choice as the Chinese woman began to walk off. Following behind, your eyes noticed the leather skirt that didn’t cover much of her legs. Handong was always a muscular girl and her legs were no exception. Those powerful legs had caused you plenty of problems in the past. 

Your attention must have been cut short as you suddenly bumped into Handong. You both had finally reached the van. With no words, Handong quickly fixed her hair and began to pose. Remembering what you were there for, you proceeded to open the camera app and point the lens at the Chinese woman. 

At first, Handong began to just show off her jacket with each pose, leaning down a bit while Maintaining eye contact with the camera. As Handong stood straight, your eyes immediately noticed the sports bra that was underneath the jacket. The gray and white matched perfectly with the leather jacket and skirt. Moving her hand to the bottom of her jacket, Handong began to show off more of the outfit that was covered. 

Finally raising her arm, Handong’s exposed midriff blessed your eyes.  Handong’s abs were something that could make any man or woman drool like a dog. You were surprised your hand still remembered to take a few pictures but soon your mind began to repeat those 3 words. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.” 

Despite repeating those words, the stare that came from Handong enchanted you. As the young woman lowered her arm, Handong began to walk backwards toward the white van that was there. 

With her finger, Handong signaled you to follow her. Your legs had a kind of their own as you followed after her. When Handong’s back hit the van, her arm reached for the handle and pulled it to open the door.

Soon the pink-haired girl was gone into the white van and you were left with a choice. Would you go in the van and act in your urges or return there where you could be needed?

Sticking her head out, Handong gave you a small scowl and spoke. 

“Get in here. I promise I have a reason that I need you here. Please come and assist me, dear manager.”

“Ok ok. I’m coming.” 

Taking a few steps forward, your left leg stepped into the white van as the rest of your body entered after. Soon the door closed automatically, leaving you face-to-face with the Chinese idol.

“O-Ok Handong, what do you need my help with?” 

“Oh it’s quite simple, I just need your cock.” 

Your heart rate shot towards the roof as you heard those words. Before you could even react, handong had already brought her hands toward your pants. Taking hold of her soft hands, you began to repeat those same words. 

“Don’t give in Don’t give-“ 

“Oh, it’s too late for you to say that.” 

Handong in one swoop undid your belt and fished out your cock. The soft skin from her hands made your whole body shake as she began to raise her hand up and down. All self-control you had left was gone as soon as the girl's tongue reached your tip. 

Spinning her tongue around the head of your cock, your eyes immediately closed and a loud sigh left your mouth. Somehow in that time, Handong managed to lower your pants to the floor and reach back up to your balls. As the girl’s tongue began to move up and down your shaft, her hand began to grab your balls and play with them. Each lick from her tongue was accompanied by a soft squeeze of your balls. 

As you looked down, your eyes could only see the color pink as Handong continued her oral assault. Soon your cock head was enveloped but the warm and wet comfort of Handong’s mouth. At that time, the young woman began to suck on your tip, causing you to moan loudly. 

Just as your cock head, the rest of your shaft got enveloped by the warm cavern that was her mouth. Handong was never one to like things slow so I’m a quick swoop, your entire length went down her throat. By reflex, your hand went on top of Handong’s head and kept her pushed down. 5 then 10 seconds passed until you felt a tap on your thigh. 

Letting go, Handong’s head shot up as she gasped for air. Despite just having been full of your cock, Handong began once more. The suck's on your cock combined with the pressure from her throat began to make you reach your peak. As you got ready to push the Chinese girl down on your cock once more, her oral attack stopped. 

A small cry left your mouth as a giggle left her mouth. Raising her legs, Handong quickly took a seat on your lap and looked into your eyes. 

“The only place your load is going is in my pussy. Fill me and then fill me some more.” 

With a quick slap to your face, your mind was overloaded with pleasure as Handong’s pussy enveloped your shaft. Raising her hips, Handong began to aggressively shove your length into her hole. 

“Fuck me or I’ll go find someone who can take your place.” 

With those words of what could be encouragement, your hands proceeded to take hold of her hips and raise her up. Lowering the girl on your length, you began to do the same action over and over. 

Despite being in a tight spot, Handong was able to get up and shove her pussy down on your length. Small squeaks left the car as Handong bounced on your cock. Guess you were also testing the suspension. 

With each bounce, your hips matched the Chinese girl's action and shot your cock up into her warm cavern. Your eyes at that time took notice of Handong’s covered breasts. Handong seemed to have noticed this also as she pushed the sports bra up and grabbed your head. Just like your shaft, your face was suffocated by the comfort of Handong’s body. As you opened your mouth, your tongue immediately found the woman’s nipple and began to play with it. The moans that left Handong’s mouth let you know she loved this action just as much as you did. 

Finally, closer, your mouth wrapped around her nipple and began to give it a few sucks while flicking it with your tongue at times. Being a manager helped your sex life. How? Multitasking.” 

With your mouth busy attacking Handong’s right breast. Your left hand let go of Handong’s waist and moved towards the girl's folds. Searching around, your hand was lucky to find a little nub, and began to play with it. With each bounce suck and rub, Handong began to make more and more noise. The various sources of stimulation began to overwhelm her body as she wrapped her arms around you. 

“D-Don’t fucking stop. I’m gonna cum soon.” 

Hearing those words lets you know to do your best in that moment. Speeding up your hand brought more moans in the van. Handong wasn’t going to just sit there. Speeding up her bounces caused you to do the same with the rest of your actions. The girl’s walls began to tighten and strangle your cock. You knew you were close so you had to give it everything you got now. With all the power left in your hips, you proceeded to pound into the girl’s cavern and attack her clit the best you could. When a loud yell hit your ears, a matching constriction was felt around your cock. 

Handong’s whole body tensed up at that moment as her pussy juices leaked down onto your legs. Handong’s orgasm helped you as you finally reached your peak. As your lower body shook, your shaft began to spurt your semen deep into the young woman’s womb. Each shot of cum that filled the girl caused her to jolt in place once more. 

After a few seconds, the sound of panting was all that could be heard in the van. As both of your eyes meet, your lips quickly attached in a passionate kiss. Both of your tongues fought each other for dominance. Despite this, you both gave each other control somehow. Pulling back from the kiss, you both began to laugh and calm down. 

Hopping off you, Handong quickly lowered her sports bra and fixed her hair. Following her example, you proceeded to fix your clothes and get ready to leave the van. 

As the automatic door opened, you were met by a serious group of girls who didn’t seem happy. With a shake of their heads, you both hopped out as they took a quick whiff inside. Dami was the first to react as she backed away from the van. 

“God, it smells like sex in there. Ladies. Leave the windows open to air it out. You two, just wait for the car to stop smelling.” 

As the rest of the dreamcatcher girls left the area, your eyes immediately noticed Handong walking backwards towards a building. Repeating the same action, Handong began to signal you to follow her. 

“Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.”

Handong heard you as she raised her skirt and bit and showed you the cum falling down her leg. With a smirk, the Chinese idol entered a building leaving you thinking. 

Damn it. You're giving in again, aren’t you?

[existslikepristin]

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Dreamcatcher, Handong, female reader (or potentially a force-feminized male reader your mileage may vary), just a little quick-read ficlet about how Handong is a pervert, is that a foot fetish?, you should probably worship Handong’s body, she got them wander-y eyes and hands, woah woah woah you don't think this is inappropriate do you?, are you a dirty little reader?, oh you're a dirty little reader alright, Handong can tell

Just A Little Vanity

Handong strikes quite the figure. Most anyone would, sitting as she is on an armchair ornate enough to be mistaken for a throne. Your particular point of view is that of extreme artistic foreshortening. Mere millimeters away from your eyes, her bare foot takes up most of your field of view, obscuring even her crossed, mile-long legs. Her face, appropriately for such protracted limbs, seems distant and yet no less beautiful. Beyond those gorgeous, exposed legs, her fashion sense is as ostentatious as the tower-like structure of her body. Shaggy faux fur on denim, bedazzled camo, and pearls. Hair so platinum it might as well be chrome, reflecting blacks, blues, whites, and silvers. One slender finger adorned with two unreasonably large rings taps gently against her cheek.

“What to do… what to do…” she muses, “with such a naughty little girl like you.”

“Make me please you?”

She sighs heavily and presses her big toe against your lips. “Shush, you. It was not a question. Did you hear a question mark?” she demonstrates her meaning with her tone well enough for you to recognize the rhetorical nature of the question. The rest of your suggestions will have to wait.

“You…” Handong says, stroking your jawline with the same foot, “do not get to wave that delicious butt of yours in front of me all day and then just get what you want. There are consequences for teasing me.”

Although you're not going to say anything about it, you can’t help but think that perhaps Handong was planning this all along. After all, she made you wear a tiny skirt today, insisting it would be fine without safety shorts, and then she found any and every reason to be behind and slightly below you. It was certainly less than subtle. You'd been feeling her eyes burn a hole in your helplessly visible underwear all day. At least it kept your ass warm in the chilly spring air.

Yes, it was all a trap. Not a particularly clever one, and also not one you mind being caught in. Though it'd be nice if she let you kneel somewhere other than the hard floor.

Handong continues to caress you with her foot, lifting your chin, turning your head to either side. She inspects your face from each angle.

“Done talking back?” she threatens.

“Yes,” you talk back. Cheeky, but technically compliant.

She smirks with you, appreciating the irony. “Good. I would hate to have to send you home without a snack.”

Oh how utterly, coquettishly subtle.

“Please, no, Handong. I'm so hungry.”

She lifts her foot, and your jaw with it, snapping your mouth shut. “Shut up already. I am looking at you.”

It's unclear how those things are related, but you keep yourself from saying anything.

With a flourish, Handong uncrosses her legs, spreading them wide so you can briefly see up her skirt. “Surprise,” no underwear. But you can't look long. Her upper body spans that vast distance in an instant, putting her face nearer to yours, going from practically a pinprick to vision-encompassing, menacing you from above. Those slender, metal and jewel laden fingers grasp just below your chin, holding your head still. You only feel four fingers, giving you the impression that she's sticking her pinky out as if you're a fancy glass of wine. You can't wait for the dinner party.

Handong clicks her tongue, half-lidded eyes traveling up and down. They linger on the down stroke, reminding you of the other piece of clothing she'd demanded of you. Your chest is barely covered, the neckline of the shirt so low that it really shouldn't be called a “neck"line anymore, but perhaps a “nipple"line. As she pulls you forward, you're sure she can see far, far more than the shirt's designer ever intended. Handong's light dusting of a blush and perverted twitch of a lip key you in further.

“Mmm,” she hums, “I could just take a bit out of you.”

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from correcting her verbal spelling error. She tends to make more mistakes when her mind is meandering down your clothes.

She urges you up with a slight pull. Anybody normal would close their eyes for the impending kiss, but Handong’s eyes stay open and predatory until the last possible moment.

When you’re close enough, she strikes. Your lower lip is caught between her teeth and she nibbles softly before she kisses you proper. Her breath hisses between the gaps at the corners of your lips, greedy more for you than the air. She pries your mouth open with hers, invading you unreasonably quickly. She’s got a different metric for what constitutes reasonability though. You’re her toy. She'll play with you according to her rules.

“Handong!” Soomin shouts from across the room, “I’ve called your name three times! Come get your damn coffee! And we’ve got rooms for that!”

Without any additional warning, Handong drops you to the floor, stands up, and glides gracefully past you toward the counter. Watching her go past, you see no small number of other coffee shop-goers staring in your direction.

“Thanks, babe,” Handong flirts shamelessly as she picks up your drinks, “Oh, and I would like to use one of the rooms.”

[elryuse]

Yandere Gahyeon, first she would be really shy and introvert but when you showed her a little attention, she would fall deeper and deeper into madness to be yours?

MAKE U MINE

YANDERE GAHYEON X MALE READER

The sizzling meat blurred in Gahyeon's vision, tears threatening to spill as another group of fans swarmed SuA and Dami for a picture. The restaurant echoed with laughter, a vibrant contrast to the quiet terror gnawing at her.

"Gahyeon-ah," Yoohyeon teased, her voice playful. "Still the invisible woman, huh?"

Gahyeon forced a smile, the sting of rejection a familiar ache. Unlike her outgoing members, Gahyeon craved a genuine connection, not the fleeting adulation of fans. But with her shy nature, that connection always felt just out of reach.

Suddenly, a voice pierced the cheerful chaos. A man, seemingly lost amidst the crowd, hesitantly approached their table. His eyes, a gentle brown, held a genuineness that sent a jolt through Gahyeon. A smile played on his lips, breaking the tension that had gripped her.

"Excuse me," he began, his voice soft but polite. "Is this Dreamcatcher?"

The other members erupted in surprised greetings, but Gahyeon found herself speechless, mesmerized by the warmth radiating from him.

"I'm a huge fan," he continued, his gaze lingering on her for a beat too long. "Especially you. Would it be too much to ask for a picture… together?"

Gahyeon's world tilted on its axis. Here, amidst the usual frenzy of fan requests, was someone singling her out. A blush flooded her cheeks, her voice barely a whisper as she stammered out a yes.

The moment the picture was taken, the other members started buzzing with excitement.

"Wow, Gahyeon-unnie, you and him look good together!" Dami squealed, her eyes wide with mischief.

Heat flooded Gahyeon's face, her usual shyness momentarily forgotten. Y/n, the stranger's name, chuckled sheepishly. The interaction was brief, but the memory of his kindness lingered with Gahyeon long after his departure.

Back in their dorm, Gahyeon couldn't shake the feeling of connection. She impulsively typed Y/n's number into her phone, her fingers trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. A text message left unsent hung in the chat box. Finally, with a deep breath, she hit send.

"Hi, this is Gahyeon from Dreamcatcher. Thank you for asking for a picture back at the restaurant. It meant a lot."

The reply came almost instantly. "No problem, Gahyeon. It was amazing meeting you. You're even more beautiful in person."

A giddy feeling bubbled inside Gahyeon. Over the next few days, a whirlwind of messages blossomed into late-night conversations. Y/n listened to her anxieties about idol life, offering words of comfort that soothed her loneliness. Gahyeon, in turn, discovered a kind, caring man who saw beyond the K-pop persona.

But this newfound happiness twisted within Gahyeon. The once shy girl became possessive and obsessive. Every ping of her phone, every conversation not about him, sparked a growing fear of losing this connection. Her texts became constant, demanding, her calls more frequent.

Y/n, initially understanding of her shyness, grew wary of the increasingly clingy behavior. He tried to gently set boundaries, but Gahyeon interpreted his attempts as rejection. Fear turned to rage, and Gahyeon began a terrifying descent into madness.

Driven by an unhealthy possessiveness, Gahyeon started digging into Y/n's life. Social media, public records, anything to feel closer to him. One day, she found a picture of him with another woman, a friend according to the caption. But to Gahyeon, it was a betrayal, a threat to her fragile hold on happiness.

Fury and obsession warred within her. She sent a barrage of messages, accusing him of infidelity. Y/n, overwhelmed by the sudden accusations, tried to reason with her, but Gahyeon was beyond reason.

Days turned into a horrifying silence. Y/n, fearing for his safety, stopped responding. But Gahyeon wouldn't let go. She started appearing outside his workplace, leaving cryptic messages soaked in red paint on his doorstep. Her sweet persona had been devoured by a terrifying intensity.

One night, Y/n received a call. A distorted voice, devoid of its former sweetness, rasped through the phone. "You'll never escape me," it whispered. "You'll see how much I truly love you."

Y/n hung up, his hand trembling. Gahyeon wasn't the shy girl he'd fallen for. She was a monster, and her twisted love was a cage from which there seemed to be no escape.

The paranoia gnawed at Y/n like a ravenous rat. Sleep was a luxury he no longer afforded, every rustle of leaves outside his new apartment window sending jolts of terror through him. He jumped at every chirp of a bird, every ring of his (now disconnected) phone.

One day, while venturing out for groceries, disguised in a cap and sunglasses, his world tilted on its axis. There, across the street, was Gahyeon. Her eyes, once filled with warmth, were now hollow pits of obsessive devotion.

She didn't approach him then, but the encounter shattered any remaining hope. Y/n knew then that changing his life wasn't enough. He needed to disappear, vanish into thin air, a ghost with no past and an uncertain future.

The sacrifice was immense. His career, his dreams – all abandoned at the altar of fear. Yet, survival was the only instinct left. He reached out to a private investigator, a man who specialized in vanishing acts. The cost was exorbitant, but Y/n was willing to give up everything just to breathe freely again.

The investigator, a gruff man named Han, laid out the harsh realities. A new identity, a new life in a remote village, and complete radio silence were the only guarantees. Y/n agreed without hesitation.

The process was agonizingly slow. Weeks turned into months as Han meticulously crafted a new life for Y/n. A new name, a fabricated backstory, and a one-way ticket to a secluded village nestled in the mountains – a place untouched by the frenzy of the idol world.

The day of departure arrived, shrouded in a suffocating veil of sadness. Leaving his life behind felt like dying, but the thought of facing Gahyeon's twisted affection was far more terrifying.

As the plane soared higher and higher, Y/n stole a glance at his new identity. Minjun. A simple name for a simple life. Yet, a flicker of doubt remained. Could he truly escape the clutches of a stalker driven by a warped sense of love?

The answer arrived a month later, shattering the fragile peace Y/n had built. A package arrived, addressed to Minjun, containing a single item – a Dreamcatcher photocard, Gahyeon's face defaced with a disturbing crimson smile.

The message was clear: no matter where he ran, her twisted love would follow. Fear, cold and suffocating, wrapped itself around Y/n once more. He may have escaped Seoul, but escaping Gahyeon's warped affection seemed like an impossible dream.

[mandu-17]

Propose | Kim Yoohyeon x fem! reader

Warnings: kidnapping, manipulation, cursing, mentions of drinking alcohol, brawl

Genre: Angst with a happy ending, a bit of comedy here and there, Mafia AU

Wordcount: ~ 4,175

A/N: i had this written down long time ago tbh and when i heard dreamcatcher’s propose i thought i’d share it with you cause the lyrics kinda matches👀 let me know what you thinkk

You remember very vividly the day your whole life changed. It didn’t feel real, just a few days ago you’d been a normal young woman working at this Italian restaurant as a waitress and then suddenly you found yourself dragged into mafia’s dirty world. A huge misunderstanding. You’d never expect that tall, gorgeous short-haired woman to be a mafia member. You’d never expect Yoohyeon - that was her name - to be spying on you.

When she walked into the restaurant for the very first time and directly asked your colleague for you to get her order, you couldn’t believe it. Despite being shy, you felt beyond happy about an attractive, charming stranger wanting to have an encounter with you out of all other waitresses and waiters. You didn’t question Yoohyeon’s flirting or her curious eyes glued to your figure even while you were serving other customers. It seemed okay, more than that actually. You liked being the centre of her attention.

Yoohyeon visited restaurant few more times, always getting a Margarita from you. She’d take her time drinking it while admiring the surroundings and simply walk away after winking your way. She was generous, tipped you a lot which was another reason why you were so fond of her.

That day, there was an accident, someone drunk barged into restaurant. He kept yelling at one of the customers accusing him of lying and stealing money. His whole face turned red from all the anger, alcohol and emotions he’d been dealing with. You coworker Mark, who was also a waiter, tried to ease their nerves and not cause panic in between other guests. Unfortunately, Mark didn’t manage to take control of the situation.

You froze on the spot watching as one of the men, the drunk one, rushed to punch the other nearly sending him off the chair. That’s when even worse thing happened. The other guy started defending himself with a knife which he sneakily took from the table. Mark quickly jumped, truth be told he’d have no chance against them. It was too risky for him to intervene, so he did the only thing he could - called the police.

All of other guests were running out, as the place was slowly being demolished. It was pure chaos. You felt many people pushing through, not caring about your body. You’d almost fall to the floor as well if it weren’t for someone grabbing your wrist and pulling into themselves forcefully, yet there was a subtle tenderness to it.

“Yoohyeon.” You gasped once your hands landed on her shoulders for some support.

“It’s dangerous here, Y/N. We need to go.” The look in her eyes was so intense that you had to really push yourself in order to glance around. Almost everyone else had ran away. Yohyeon was right. You needed to find a safe place and wait for the police.

With a tight grip on your hand Yoohyeon led you outside. Something about her calm aura and confidence let you feel safe. You began to scan her body, she had great physics. Strong muscles currently covered by suit pants and a white shirt. Her face remained almost neutral, except for the gentle frown on her forehead. It only made her more attractive in your eyes, though.

Outside, you found a bit less crowded space a few meters away from the restaurant’s entrance. While you stayed focused on the situation in front of you, you missed the way Yoohyeon nodded at someone behind you.

“I’m sorry.” She suddenly said quietly.

“For wha-”

~

You woke up in a dark room which kind of reminded of a warehouse. Panic in your eyes, as you glanced around. Did you just get kidnapped?

It didn’t sit right with you.

“Finally.” Your head snapped in the direction of the voice.

“Long time no see, huh?” A tall, dark-haired woman addressed you, a satisfied smirk present on her face.

“What? What is going on? It’s a misunderstanding.”

“Don’t play innocent now, Karla. You really thought you’d get away with everything you’ve done to me?”

Karla? Who the hell was Karla?

“I am not Karla, I swear. You got the wrong person. I’m Y/N.” The woman in front of you laughed at your shaking voice.

“I have to admit, you’ve always been a good actress.” She took slow steps towards you, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “But you won’t fool me again.”

You gulped the second she knelt in front of you to look you straight in the eyes.

“I can prove it. I have no idea who Karla even is. You got the wrong person. Believe me please.”

Woman’s head tilted to the side, that’s when you finally spotted Yoohyeon leaning against the wall. Her hands behind her back, as she watched the scene with that small frown.

“Yoohyeon! What did you do?! You know I’m not Karla!” Your eyes met, but there was no empathy in hers. She stared at you blankly.

“Yoohyeon only fulfilled my order which was to catch you, the hacker.” Woman in front of you held up a picture of... someone very similar. You had to admit she looked just like you although you’d never wear her clothes. Nevertheless, your eyes widened in shock.

“I-I-That’s not me, I swear. She looks almost identical, but really it can’t be me. I’m just a waitress and a student during weekends. Yoohyeon knows it!”

You so badly wanted another girl to take action and agree with you. You thought she was smarter than that. There was no way for you to be involved in mafia’s world.

“Woah, have you already fallen for her? You think she’d like someone like you? Oh, please.”

Angry tears blurred your vision. So that’s why Yoohyeon wanted your attention. She was only fulfilling orders. You understood it when she remained motionless against the wall.

“Yoohyeon.” This time leader’s voice was surprisingly stern, far from amusement she was expressing moments ago. One word was enough for the brunette to immediately approach both of you.

“Yes?” Her cautious eyes focused on the other woman.

“Meet me in my office in ten minutes.”

Yoohyeon nodded as you watched the leader walk away. Apparently, now it was her job to look after you.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room.” Yoohyeon said over her shoulder already on her way out of the room. You hated how empty she sounded like. You hated her current facial expression. Who did she think she was? There was no way she’ll tell you what to do.

“Y/N?” Brunette turned around when she didn’t hear you getting up.

“Fuck you! I’m not going anywhere. You know damn right I have nothing in common with mafia! Why did you do that?! Why did you stay quiet when she was talking to me?” You rose on your feet, angry tears now streaming down your face. Yoohyeon clenched her jaw and quickly approached you while pinning against the nearest wall. You froze in her strong grip, you actually had no chance against her muscular body.

“I am only doing my job, okay? Stop whining and follow me. You’re already causing trouble.” She growled in your ear and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so scared.

Her eyes were piercing through you with so much anger, Yoohyeon’s body tightly pressed against your own didn’t help either.

You really were at her mercy. She could crash you any second. For a short moment the two of you had a silent, intense battle with your eyes. Then Yoohyeon stepped back and once again told you to follow her. You had no choice. Slowly you dragged your feet behind her tall figure. While passing through different doors and halls you began to wonder how she could be such a good actress.

Just days ago, God - you didn’t even know how long you’d been there for, Yoohyeon was sending you all these winks and smiles. How could you be so naive? How could you let her manipulate you so easily? This new side of Yoohyeon, her true side that you were now following made your stomach sick. You were terrified of what she was truly capable of.

~ About an hour later ~

Sitting on the floor with your back against the wall you were looking around your new room. There had to be a way to escape. Yoohyeon left you there before heading to her leader. She told you to ‘wait and behave’.

How nice of her, you thought sarcastically.

You sighed and curled your legs against your chest. Hunger was slowly getting at you, as well as tiredness. Although there was no way you’d fall asleep in that poorly-arranged place full of old boxes and pallets. The door had a glass in it, but unfortunately it was made out of bullet-proof glass meaning running away through it was close to impossible.

As you kept eyeing the entrance, it suddenly swung open revealing Yoohyeon with a paper bag of what looked like take-out. After closing the door, she knelt down in front of you.

“Hope you like noodles.”

You stared at the bag she put in the middle of your bodies, a frown building on your face.

Wait, what?

She actually sounded kind, too.

“Not hungry.” You turned your head to the side, refusing both her food and conversation. You knew better, they could poison you.

“I know you are, but whatever. It’s not poisoned or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” Yoohyeon crossed her legs on the floor, her moves remained calm which you took as a good sign. You just had no idea when she’d become aggressive again.

Few seconds of an awkward silence later Yoohyeon spoke again.

“Is it true?” Her voice was really soft, a part of you wanted to believe that she came back to you. “That you’re not Karla and actually have nothing to do with the mafia?”

You met her eyes, aware that Yoohyeon tried to read through you and your emotions - something she was actually very experienced with.

“It is true. I have no idea what’s really going on and this whole situation scares me a lot.” There was a slight crack in your voice. That’s when Yoohyeon’s signature frown came back.

“That mean Karla has doppelgangers. I think that’s the case and you’re simply a victim of hers.” Short-haired nodded to herself, her gaze seemed a bit distant now as she was trying to put pieces together. “Jiu also thinks it could be a mistake that we got you and not her.”

“What does that mean then? Who’s Jiu?” You looked at her, desperately looking for answers. It was about your whole life at this point.

“Jiu’s the leader, she was talking to you earlier. Still, she’s unsure whether or not you’re only acting innocent so we need to wait for her decision.” She shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Are you kidding me? You’re going to let an innocent person get hurt or even killed because of your leader? Fuck, Yoohyeon! It’s my life on the line here.” This was ridiculous, you just had to raise your voice in frustration.

“Shut up. Yelling won’t fix anything.” One sentence was enough for your eyes to fill with tears again. You hated the woman in front of you, with your whole heart you despised her. “My life’s on the line too, if you weren’t aware. Although, Jiu’d never hurt me. We just have to wait few more days and then we’ll know what’s coming.”

As she finished talking, Yoohyeon gently clapped both her thighs announcing that she was done.

“Eat up.” Her monotonous was back the second she got on her feet.

You couldn’t believe she was real, it was impossible for a human being to be so awful. Eating was now the last thing you could think of.

“You know I’m innocent, right?” Before she left, you asked in a small voice filled with a tiny bit of hope.

Yoohyeon then turned around to analyze your features. Her eyes watched you carefully for what seemed like eternity. She let herself stare at you for a moment longer before finally blinking and gulping. She looked away, you had no idea what was going on in her head.

When she reached out for the doorknob you felt a single tear wetting your right cheek. You were convinced that there was no rescue for you, no escape.

She let out above the whisper, but she knew you could hear her.

“I know.”

~ The next day ~

Despite trying your best to stay awake in a foreign, dangerous place, your eyes fell closed eventually. You were completely worn out and mentally exhausted. There were no windows in the room so you had no idea what time it even was and for how long you were asleep.

It was Jiu who woke you up this time.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” She addressed you noticing your body laying on the cold floor. All your muscles were sore because of how uncomfortable your position was. Anxiously, you looked up at her smirking face. “Come on, we’ll have some fun somewhere else.”

With a gulp, you got onto your shaky legs. You had no choice but to follow her. Like a prisoner.

Few minutes later Jiu told you to take a seat on a wooden chair, as she sat down on the other side of the enormous desk. Interrogation began.

The leader kept showing you pictures, most of them being very graphic, but it was the first time you’d seen them. You had no idea who these people, victims were. Even after asking the same questions over and over again, Jiu didn’t believe you. Both of you felt like going crazy. You wanted to be free again and she didn’t really know what to do. Finally, after sighing tiredly, she took her phone and called someone. Jiu spoke shortly, her tone didn’t leave any room to argue.

When a tall, well-built woman came in, you had a hunch where everything was heading to. Especially since she was carrying a baseball bat. They wanted to torture you.

“Handong, look at these.” Jiu’s words made the woman approach the leader immediately. She stood behind her and was analyzing both pictures and documents on the desk.

That was your chance.

You quickly glanced at the massive door before making a decision. You needed to run away, fast.

As if electrified you jumped out of the chair ignoring Jiu’s mad calls and Handong running after you. There was no looking back, as you paced through the huge warehouse. By taking a few random turns, you managed to lose the woman following you. Luckily you found space with no people in it. The only minus was that you didn’t know where to go and what was truly ahead of you. Which is why you totally didn’t expect a sudden set of stairs leading to the basement.

With a groan, you fell down while probably twisting your left ankle. You had no more power in you, no more energy to run. The pain was too overwhelming. The only thing that came to your mind was hiding, so that no one could see you in that long hall.

You crawled behind a huge plastic box filled with some liquid and hid between it and the wall. If someone was using the stairs, they wouldn’t see you.

Then, all of the sudden, you heard two pairs of steps nearing. One from the above, running and another from down the hall - steady and slow.

“Hey! Have you seen that Karla girl?” This had to be Handong on top of the stairs, but who wsa she talking to?

“No, but try in the garage. I heard someone running there.” Yoohyeon.

Your eyes widened and you did everything you could not to make a sound. While holding your breath, you heard Handong running again in a different direction. You were praying that Yoohyeon would also go somewhere else and not notice you.

You remained quiet, just when you thought she was walking away, her face came into your view as she crouched beside you. In shock, you almost yelped but quickly covered your mouth with your hand. Short-haired was watching you with that unreadable expression before smiling amused.

“Watch out for the stairs next time, will you?”

So she knew it was you, but still told Handong to go somewhere else?

“What? Did you just keep me covered?” You couldn’t believe it.

“I know what I’m doing, okay?” Yoohyeon looked at you expecting an affirmation, one of her eyebrows raised. Simply, you nodded not trusting your own voice anymore. “Let’s go, I’ll bring you back to your room.”

It was very weird. Why would she do that when you were in the middle of talking to Jiu? Shouldn’t she bring you back to her leader?

Confused, you got up but was reminded of your injured leg. Yoohyeon saw you flinching with every step you took, but the moment she opened her mouth you protested.

“I’m fine.” Stubbornly, you followed her.

In response, Yoohyeon rolled her eyes and after two more meters of you still not catching up, she turned around. Wordlessly, she closed the distance between you two and lifted you in her arms. You were beyond speechless when she readjusted your body, making you wrap your arms around her neck in a hurry in order not to fall. She held you in a bridal carry method. Her grip really strong, she didn’t even look like she was struggling with all your weight on her.

“Why are you doing this?” You used the opportunity to study her face. Neutral and bored almost as always. That’s what made her so unpredictable. You never knew what she was thinking.

“Why are you so stubborn?” She asked back.

This time, you rolled your eyes.

You chose to stay quiet for the rest of the way. Truth be told, you kind of felt okay with Yoohyeon holding you like that. Almost safe. You enjoyed the leather material of her jacket and the feeling of her hair brushing against your hand as it bounced along with her steps.

Her smell was also nice, strong yet comforting. Finally, you couldn’t help but stare at her lips. They were so close, barely a breath away. Yoohyeon’s whole body was very warm. The contrast to the air and atmosphere around you.

With a deep sigh you hated to admit it, but you liked being this close to her. You wished you could stay like this for a long time.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Yoohyeon smirked at you, noticing how you were constantly ogling her.

“Very funny.” Your response was quiet and filled with sarcasm as your eyes narrowed in annoyance.

Since she didn’t appreciate your staring and teased you about it you rested your head against her shoulder, almost in the crock of her neck. Your breaths must have tickled her skin as goosebumps slowly appeared. You felt yourself smiling gently.

“You can get off now, you know.” Once again her voice was full of amusement. She just loved making fun of you, didn’t she? Although, you had no idea when you even managed to enter your room.

“Right.” Mumbling, you got on your own feet with a pained expression when your left leg hit the floor. Yoohyeon’s hand stayed on your waist in case you couldn’t find balance, for that you were grateful.

“Let me see it.” She helped you slowly sit down and examined your ankle. You gasped when she turned it in her hand a bit too fast. Nevertheless, her touches were gentle, it didn’t seem like she wanted to hurt you. She even apologized for grasping your leg too hard.

“It’s twisted, I’ll get some bandage. Don’t move it too much, okay?”

It’s not like you physically could.

Moments later, Yoohyeon came back with a bandage and a weird smile playing on her lips.

“What’s so funny?” You frowned when she began to wrap your ankle without a word. She was very delicate while helping you.

“Jiu and Handong are still looking for you.”

Are they dumb? Or is Yoohyeon the insane one?

After all, she’s incredibly brave to go behind her leader’s back like that.

“Are they going to hurt me for running away?” Fear present in your voice as you whispered.

“I’ll take care of it.” Yoohyeon said seriously, your eyes met briefly. It was her way of confirming and keeping her promise. Eye contact.

“I see you haven’t eaten yet?” With a glance at the unopened take-out bag, she finished wrapping your your leg. It felt slightly better already. “What food do you like then? Rice, chicken, pizza?”

“Pad Thai’s fine.”

“We’ll go once it’s all over.” Yoohyeon nodded while standing up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” You blurted out of blue. You had every right to be confused. With Yoohyeon nothing was certain.

“That’s for me to know and for you to...” With a light shrug, she turned around and left.

You shook your head and leaned against the wall. What world was she living in?

That was an excellent question.

~

Later that day Jiu visited you for the second time. She seemed to lack some of determination she’d had earlier.

“Yoohyeon twisted your ankle?” Was the first thing she said. Her eyebrows raised in disbelief, she looked comical almost.

You opened your mouth to protest, but were fast enough to catch up on what was going on.

“Yes.” You kept your head low in order not to give yourself away.

“That’s a bit weird of her.” Jiu admitted out loud before remembering what she came for in the first place. “Listen, Y/N.”

It was the first time she used your real name. Did she understand that you were not the one she was looking for?

“You’re in danger now. Karla changed her appearance on purpose so she has people who look like her. Which means that you can be targeted by many people.” You looked up to meet Jiu’s eyes. Her face was serious, but since she was warning you like this, it meant that she’ll let you go, right?

“However, just as much as you’re in danger- you’re also lucky.” Jiu sighed upon seeing your lost expression. “You’re lucky Yoohyeon likes you. She won’t let anybody hurt you.”

Now it all made no sense. It was ridiculous for the leader to even be saying such things.

“But she twisted my ankle.” Unsure, you argued causing dark-haired woman to chuckle.

“She lied straight in my face about twisting your leg. I saw how you fell down the stairs on cameras and Yoohyeon still chose to lie about you. You’ll be safe with her.” Something on Jiu’s face changed. Now, she looked like she was having a conversation with a friends or something. Almost like she was giving advises to someone close to her.

Your tongue was tied. You had so many things to ask her, yet you didn’t know where to start.

“A-Aren’t you mad?”

“At her or at you?” Catching you off guard, Jiu sat down next to you.

“Both?” You honestly felt like everyone there was making an idiot out of you.

“I’ve known Yoohyeon since I can remember. I can tell right away when she’s lying or when she likes someone. It’s the first time she behaved like that, though. She’s never tried to protect someone so much.” You looked down feeling your cheeks warm up. “I’m not mad at her for that. I want her to be happy. I’m also not mad at you. Just frustrated, but nothing about it is your fault.”

You nodded acknowledging, but also appreciating her calm voice. Jiu seemed alright.

Now, you were feeling both excited and very nervous about meeting Yoohyeon again.

You had a lot to talk about.

~

While admiring the first sunset in the last few days you were waiting for Yoohyeon at the back of the old warehouse. Handong was the one who walked you outside. She helped you with the ankle and told you to wait few more minutes for the short-haired.

The second you heard steps coming your way, you turned around. Yoohyeon’s hair was bouncing as she walked towards you, her hands hidden in the pockets of her jacket.

“You up for some Pad Thai?” She asked with that damn smile.

After a nice evening out, she walked you home or more accurately carried on her back. Her strong hands were holding your thighs. Your arms were hugging her neck and you let your body press against her back fully.

“I like your perfume.” You shyly said.

It was now completely dark outside, but you weren’t afraid. Yoohyeon wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You knew that now.

“Thanks, it’s Gucci.” She giggled randomly making you laugh as well. You felt every vibration of hers. Every breath she took.

You wanted to stay close to her forever.

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LO, after being told by Native people multiple times that that the culture will forever be more important than any ancesters she could have from any Nation, so it's really direspectful for her to claim to be part of that group while having no real or meaningful connection to it beyond buying cheap dreamcatchers and burning sage during streams, after admiting that she in fact has never had any contact with the Nation outside of one funeral: sleep. LO, after Courtney said that her grandpa wasn't Cherokee: now hold on a damn moment! do you all see how nonsensical this is, right? it doesn't matter if her grandpa was Cherokee or not. that's not the point of any of this. the point is that LO will try to claim an ethnicity while openly telling people that she does not have to be part of the culture at all in order to do that. the point is that LO is so arrogant and racist that she believes that saying "but my grandpa is totally Cherokee!" is enough to be a Native person. it's not. you actually need to form a bond with those people, to talk to them, to make them part of your life. they aren't just pretty accesories for you to use because you want to feel more especial than all other white people who do a similar thing. blood quantum is a bullshit measurement of someone's identity born of racist ideas, yes. which is why someone like LO shouldn't even touch that topic because she has exactly the kind of colonizer mindset in which she believes that as long she wants to be Cherokee, then that is enough and she never has to actually be part of that group or uphold their tradition or participate on their encounters or do anything than sit and say "my grandpa Cherokee". that was the point of that segment in KP's video.

[tarotwithlove]

18+ pick a card: what do people find sexually attractive about you (why + fantasies)

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit

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DECKS USED ♡ the original rider waite tarot

GROUP ONE ♡ the chariot, queen of wands, the sun, five of swords

CHANNELLED SONGS: pink + white by frank ocean · same damn luck by nilufer yanya · after we make love by whitney houston · light by taemin

hey there love ♡ the first thing that people are drawn to about you is your energy, perceiving you as wistfully melancholic, world-wise, and possibly jaded by what the world has thrown at you, especially in relationships.

you intimidate people with what i keep hearing is your “raw sexual energy”, with those the same age as you seeing you as someone who is far more sexually experienced than they are. this is not a bad thing, as we see when looking at the chariot and the queen of wands. what these cards indicate is that people see you as a sexual partner or lover who is highly experienced and who knows what they want in the bedroom. they see you as a dominant figure and fantasize about you dominating them in the bedroom, guiding them so that you both are pleasured and teaching them new things to do in the bedroom. people see you as someone who is fully aware of their sexual attractiveness and power, and as someone who is capable of using this to their advantage. they are, in fact, incredibly sexually attracted to this, and you may find yourself attracting a lot of submissive or inexperienced partners.

you are strong-headed and know what you want. if you want something you will get it. and the people who are attracted to you are more than happy to give it to you. when you speak, you speak passionately; when you love, you love passionately. people love to listen to you speak and may even get turned on by arguing with you about topics that you care a lot about.

like the sun, you evoke a burning desire in those who are attracted to you. and those who are not willing to submit to you, or who are not attracted to your intimidating stature, would rather control you and entrap you in an unhappy and unhealthy situation.

you are a very polarizing energy, group one, like a siren you draw people to you and enchant them so that they will do anything and everything for you, but you also have people wanting to destroy you for they know that they can’t imprison you.

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GROUP TWO ♡ seven of pentacles, eight of cups reversed, seven of swords, page of wands (reversed)

CHANNELLED SONGS: i need somebody by day6 · only u by vixx · dreamcatcher by keke palmer

hey there love ♡ you may have experienced a lot of ups and downs in your romantic and sexual relationships, with people leaving you or losing interest when they get to know you better.

i see that this is because most people are sexually attracted to your inexperience, whether true or perceived. they see you as someone whose sexuality has not been explored and needs to be cultivated; taking the task upon themselves to do this cultivating. when they have taught you all that they can, or they realise you do not in fact need to be taught anything, people usually move on.

however, this is not the only type of people who are attracted to you and definitely not the only thing that people find sexually attractive about you.

people love your hair. it’s luscious and well-taken care of and suits you perfectly-many of you in this pile have dark, curly hair, but of course it doesn't have to be all of you. the way that you pay attention to your hair and style is a huge turn on for the second type of people who are sexually attracted to you. these people really want a relationship with you beyond anything sexual, however they may not make the first move because they fear that you are out of their league, or that you will reject them. these people are okay with forming friendships or acquaintanceships with you and not going any further than that in order to bask in your company, even though such close proximity to you probably drives them crazy. they spend a lot of time fantasizing about you, though. the more out of reach you are, the more they sexually desire you.

for all the people that are sexually attracted to you, they are also drawn to your hands. they watch how you move them and make note of the days you have your nails done or are wearing any new jewellery. they want to know what it feels like for you to touch and hold them during long stretches of sex.

whether it’s those who approach you or those who prefer to keep away from you, people create an idea of you in their mind and wait for you to fulfil it. it might be wise to look into your lillith sign to better understand why this is so—in fact, many of you may find that your lillith falls in pisces, aries, sagittarius or leo.

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GROUP THREE ♡ ace of pentacles, ace of wands, nine of cups (reversed), three of cups ; ace of cups, the tower (reversed), the magician (reversed)

CHANNELLED SONGS: guess by luck daye · come over by tom the mail man · i did it by kris yute · heartless by polo g & mustard, vibez by zayn

hey there love ♡ i feel that rather than what people in general find sexually attractive about you, i am channelling what one person in particular finds sexually attractive about you.

with the ace of pentacles and ace of wands side-by-side, this person views you as their sexual counterpart. for many of you this is someone you are in a connection with and i will be writing it as if you have already had a sexual experience with them, but if this still resonates and you haven’t had this experience yet, please feel free to rephrase the wording of certain sentences.

before i continue, since this seems to be a specific person i will divert in order to describe them so you are sure you have the right group. your person is someone who embodies the energy of the aces, seeing as we pulled the ace of cups. that leaves all the aces besides the swords, which i feel is the energy that you bring to the table. your person does not let misfortune faze them, embracing change and challenge and rising from it stronger each time. they may find it difficult to communicate their feelings at times though, leaving you wondering what exactly is on their mind with regard to their life in general, but also with regards to their feelings towards you. if you have had a sexual encounter with this person before you may find yourself wondering if they actually care for you outside of just sex. if you haven’t had a sexual experience with this person before, you may find yourself wondering if they actually like you at all even though they never say anything outright and only flirt or show you an extra level of kindness compared to everyone else with whom they interact.

this person is incredibly sexually attracted to you. the sex they’ve had with you, or fantasize about having with you, is overflowing with passion. they feel as if the two of you fit together perfectly, as if your bodies were made for each other. and as if sex with you can last for ages, like nothing they have ever experienced before.

your person loves the difference between who you show to the world and who you are once it’s just the two of you, alone. even if you dress provocatively or are always out partying, they know that’s it’s them that you’re going to for sexual intimacy. regardless, your person finds how in-tune you are with yourself to be one of the most sexually attractive things about you. you speak your mind and try to make sure everything is harmonious in all your relationships, most all in your relationship with your person. this creates a sexual environment in which they feel safe and trusted because they know you trust them and feel safe enough around them to speak up if something isn’t pleasing or satisfying you.

physically, your person is in love with your entire body. i feel as if they could spend hours admiring it and paying close attention to it while you two are having sex, so much so that they forget about their own sexual pleasure in order to ensure yours. some of you have very striking features that you may have been insecure about for a long time, be it a long neck or nose, dark skin, or your weight, and these are things that your person particularly admires. in a respectful way, of course.

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GROUP FOUR ♡ four of swords, the magician, the fool, the high priestess

CHANNELLED SONGS: brand new city by mitski · a loving feeling by mitski · don’t want it by lil nas x

hey there love ♡ you seem to be someone who is either spiritual or religious, and incredibly devoted to your spiritual or religious practice. it is a devotion to which people, especially those that view you as a potential partner, are sexually attracted.

you radiate a peace that makes people feel safe and at ease around you. they feel as if they are safe to share their sexual desires without judgement, and that, with you, they can experience new things without shame. you are seen as someone who is seen as fully open to embracing sexual newness and vulnerability because of all you have been through and because of how much you have grown into yourself over time.

you are someone who has been through a lot and has only come out stronger, and kinder. you have a quiet strength that others admire, and that people are sexually attracted to. these people want to protect you and in bed want to give you everything that you ask for. the people who are attracted to you find your intelligence and charisma sexy; they are enamoured by the way that you carry yourself and would like to know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of your charm and full attention.

your back and neck in particular stand out for the people who are sexually attracted to you. they pay attention to when you wear necklaces or when you expose your back, and often think of trailing kisses all over this stretch of skin.

you may at times worry about not being desired sexually, especially by those who you desire sexually or have romantic or sexual feelings for, but this is not the case. people consider you as someone who is highly desirable, but who is unapproachable. with many of the people who want to pursue you sexually or romantically assuming you are already in a relationship with someone else; someone more on your level.

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GROUP FIVE ♡ the world (reversed), seven of swords, queen of cups (reversed), the king of swords

CHANNELED SONGS: unbreakable by wayv · should’ve been me by mitski · deep in love by day6 · holy terrain by fka twigs

hey there love ♡ there seems to be a great disconnect between the way the world sees you and the way that you see yourself. you may experience a great amount of insecurity about your physical appearance, your body in particular.

however, people are not only sexually attracted to you but find your body sexually attractive. you may spend a lot of time thinking about your “imperfections”—thinking about how your titties hang or your breasts are uneven or your stomach is covered in scars and stretchmarks so how could anybody want or desire you.

for many of you, your body has apparent self-harm scars. you feel as if this will be a deterrent to others, but it is not. they do not detract from how sexually attractive people find you.

people see you as someone who is warm and approachable, and who would be such in sexual encounters, though inexperienced. in day-to-day situations you are an attentive listener who makes the people around you feel welcome and appreciated. you are gentle and people who are sexually attracted to you want to see beyond the gentleness and pleasantries, and experience a side of you that no one else gets to see. they want to know what it would feel like to be loved by you and be committed to you—i want to emphasise this, my dear group five, that people are incredibly sexually attracted to you but more than wanting to have sex with you, they want to have long-term committed relationships with you and to eventually marry you.

you may doubt this because you don’t have a lot of love interests at the moment, but it is for this exact reason that you do not. because people recognize what they want to give to you but also recognize that they cannot give it to you at the moment. they know that you won’t accept a half-assed love or a friends with benefit arrangement and, so, they choose to stay away.

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GROUP SIX ♡ temperance (reversed), knight of swords, six of cups, ace of cups

CHANNELLED SONGS: stupid for you by waterparks · life is still going on by nct dream · just luv me by britney spears · kool girl by seasalt

hey there love ♡ your eccentricity and drive turn people on. you dress how you want to dress without a care for trends, and do what you want to do even if it goes against everything that society expects of you. you seem restless, like you will never be satisfied no matter how much you achieve, and people are drawn to this.

of course you are physically attractive—you are gorgeous and take good care of yourself and your appearance—but this is not the deciding factor for the people who desire you. and it is not what makes you sexually attractive to others. rather, it is your passion. your determination. your unapologetic commitment to yourself above all else.

people want to know what is like to be a part of your storm; to have even the smallest insight into your mind; to be even half as desired by you as you desire your dreams and goals.

some might look at someone so driven and expect them to be cold to everything that doesn’t align with their dreams, but you are not like that at all. you have somehow maintained your childlike wonder and look at the world with so much of love that you make others around you look at the world the same way. if I could compare you to anyone, it would be the k-idol mark lee—even on your lowest day, you are a beacon for those around you.

the people who find you sexually attractive are passionately and wholly consumed by it. thoughts of you consume them at times. they think of your feet, your legs, your body drenched in water or sweat, and wonder what it would be like to go for hours with you in the bedroom.

for many of you, you may not have had this kind of sexual experience before because of how much working towards your goals has kept you busy and distracted. if you feel like you are behind some timeline, know that you are not. the sex that you are thinking of and wishing for is coming towards you in time. stay on your path.

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[niabridges]

Dreamcatcher

Warning: MDNI. 18+ 🔞 EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT | characters aged up 18+ Word count: ~2550 Pairing: Sebastian Sallow | F!Reader Additional warnings: Cheating Haunted by nightmares, the castle feels chilling and lonely. A familiar Slytherin door offers solace — your haven in the dark, a silent understanding forged in midnight whispers. A short fluffy smut that was actually the first smut fic I wrote, now revised and slightly rewritten.

Read below or on AO3.

Her breath caught, jolting her awake. Another nightmare. She shivered, cold despite the thin nightgown clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. Desperate for comfort, the Gryffindor common room and her boyfriend felt worlds away. Instead, she stood outside a different dorm in her own house. Tonight, there was only one person who could quiet the lingering battlefield in her mind, and this wasn’t the first time she’d sought him out. A soft knock, and then she slipped inside.

Sebastian lay still, soft footsteps, and then the creak of bedsprings revealed him awake. In the shadowed room, her scent replaced his sleep with an unexpected jolt. Her warmth against his back sent a shiver down his spine — familiar, but with a jolt he fought to hide. It still surprised him, this pull to her after all these years. An errant smile he couldn’t hide touched his lips. It was her.

“Hey, I can’t sleep,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper across the darkness.

His grin faded, replaced by something closer to concern. He shifted onto his elbow, finding her silhouette in the faint moonlight. “Didn’t expect you to.” His voice cracked with unspoken questions. “Another battle dream?”

“Worse,” her murmur drifted towards him, a vulnerability he wouldn’t let himself fully register. “Sebastian, I can’t be alone tonight,” she sighed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” “No…I just need company,” she replied softly, drawing closer.

Her plea hung in the air. He shifted fully, the too-small bed forcing proximity as comfortable as it was dangerous. An arm found its way around her, drawing her close instinctively. She was warm, soft...the memory of a shared bed wasn’t just for nightmares it seemed, and suddenly Sebastian needed air despite the chill beyond the curtains.

She buried her head in his chest, a grateful sigh escaping her. “Thanks,” she whispered, close enough to be felt rather than heard.

A noncommittal grunt was all he could offer, his hand tracing aimless circles on her back. They lay down tangled, breath barely separating them. But even as his heart threatened to shatter the stillness, something in her shifted — a tremor, a hesitation in her hold that mirrored his own fears. His hand went still. And she felt it immediately. In the dark, her whispered plea rang louder than he dared admit: “Don’t let go.”

Sebastian leaned in and softly kissed her forehead, his sigh mingling with the serene moment. His gaze lingered on her hair, cascading in glossy waves over her shoulders. Gently, he began to stroke her strands with his fingertips, his eyes closing in a moment of peaceful bliss.

She couldn't help but smile, feeling utterly at peace. No nightmare could disturb her here; no weariness could touch her. In Sebastian’s embrace, every worry dissolved, every fear and regret faded away, leaving nothing but their shared presence. Listening to his steady heartbeat, she found herself drifting into a state of deep relaxation.

He sensed her sinking further into comfort, her breathing deep and even. Wrapping her closer, he let his hands wander, tracing soft paths along her spine with a touch that was both tender and reassuring.

With every gentle stroke, she felt more relaxed, her body responding with quiet ease. In these moments, she was completely vulnerable, yet entirely safe. Though she’d never voice it aloud, these moments of closeness meant the world to her.

As his hand found the curve of her hip, she noticed the subtle shift in his breathing, a testament to their growing intimacy. It was unusual for him, always so reserved, to initiate such tenderness.

Finally, Sebastian broke the silence. “Why do you always end up here after a bad dream?” he mused quietly.

She averted her gaze, her reply quick and a touch evasive. “Your room’s just next door,” she managed, the confession of how much she cherished his comforting presence catching in her throat. “Quite convenient,” she chuckled softly, grateful the darkness hid the blush warming her cheeks.

He doubted her words, but an argument wasn’t worth the risk of her pulling away. “Very well,” his chuckle vibrated through the chill air. The warmth of her against him, however, it came about, was enough. He knew better than to push her; she’d always come around on her own time. A moment of silence nestled between them.

“Sebastian…” Her whisper snagged his breath. In the dimness, her eyes held an unexpected depth, a vulnerability she tried so desperately to hide.  A stray lock of hair framed her face, the sight stirring a desperate need to brush it away, to promise her safety, to claim her as his own. Her familiar, slightly parted lips were an agonizing temptation. The scent of her, her voice, that vulnerability... His self-control shattered. Instinct took over as he moved closer, arms circling her waist.

Sebastian stared, spellbound as his thumbs traced the line of her spine, and his heart thrummed with an expectation that went beyond desire. Something had changed tonight. His usual restraint crumbled away, replaced by a boldness he didn’t understand.

He could feel a slight tremor coursing through his body, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps as his gaze fixated on her lips. The sight of her tongue lightly grazing her lips, her eyelids heavy with seductive drowsiness, only intensified his desire. She was becoming utterly irresistible to him.

Her voice broke his focus. “Are you alright? You seem to be shaking,” she asked, her voice tinged with concern as she looked intently at his disheveled state.

A part of him wanted to hide the truth, to mask the turmoil within. He managed a half-smile, attempting to appear composed. He swallowed. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he assured her, his voice betraying a steadiness he didn’t feel. “Just a rough night too, that’s all.”

She sighed softly and nestled closer to him. “I am sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he sighed. Tightening his hold, he wrapped an arm around her protectively. Despite her delicate frame in his embrace, he was mindful of his strength. His breaths grew shallow, a battle raging within him to resist the overwhelming urges. Her proximity, her warmth, was intoxicating.

Something was different tonight. The attraction between them had always been there, right from the start, but this raw, urgent desire was new. It was a craving that seemed to consume every fiber of his being, urging him to claim her, to make her his. Yet he couldn't bear the thought of causing her any distress. Instead, he gently pressed his forehead against hers, searching her eyes for a hint of her own longing. If there was any at all. Sebastian was desperately hoping to find it tonight.

After everything, a deep ache for affection, for connection, lingered within him. He hoped, against all odds, that she might be the one to fill the emptiness. Too many nights he'd cursed his own heart for its relentless yearning.

A fool. And more than that, a man starving for love, convinced he didn't deserve it. The truth was painfully obvious, yet he couldn't allow himself to act on it. Never cross that line, he told himself. She'd already given him so much. But maybe… Sebastian was impulsive.

Still pressed against her forehead, he exhaled. “Look at me,” he whispered, his voice firm, almost commanding, yet it conveyed an undeniable plea. "I need—” he gulped. “I need you,” he finally managed.

The moment his words hit her. His breath was hot against her cheeks. Her desire was unmistakable; her eyelids were heavy, and her breath became soft and shallow. Cheeks were flushed, and lips slightly parted, betraying the unconscious bite of her lip. This was wrong, yet it felt so right.

Witnessing her subtle response, he felt a surge of power and arousal yet remained acutely aware of her vulnerability. It was clear she wanted him too, he could read that much into it, but he restrained himself, driven by a profound respect for her boundaries and the whole awkwardness of the situation.

Sebastian teetered on the edge of surrendering to the urge to kiss her, her softness beckoning him, her defenses visibly down. But he held fast to his principle: he would not act without her express consent. So, he continued to gently trace her spine, all while locking eyes with her, half-lidded and dazed. Another sigh.

“Do me a favour.” “Anything,” she breathed, almost instantly.

His lips yearned to meet hers, his breathing erratic with the effort of self-control. Gradually, his hand drifted from her back, grazing her hip, his thumb pausing near the edge of her dress. He imagined feeling her pulse beneath his fingers, longing to explore her skin, to elicit gasps and tremors of delight. Yet, he waited, caught in the tension of desire and the respect he held for her autonomy.

“I must be crazy,” he breathed, his mind reeling. “I am crazy,” she chuckled darkly. “No.” His whisper was barely audible. “Kiss me...”

Her breath hitched. She dared to meet his brown eyes, finding a scorching intensity that mirrored her own desire. Shivering, she traced the constellations of his freckles, her gaze finally settling on a tiny scar just below his lip. A sigh escaped her. What was she doing? It was always him. Why else would she notice such details?

With a hesitant yet affirming nod, the boundaries they’d carefully upheld began to crumble. He leaned closer, their lips brushing in a fleeting touch before meeting fully. There was tenderness in the kiss, yet it thrummed with pent-up yearning. As it deepened, a soft moan escaped him — a mix of longing and relief. She breathed in matching his passion.

Sebastian groaned softly as he pulled back, his fingers cupping her face, lacing with her soft hair. “I’ve wanted this…” he breathed, his voice thick with desire and a touch of awe. “...for so long.” His gaze flickered between her eyes and her lips, before he captured them in another kiss, this one raw with need. Her name whispered against her skin like a prayer, each syllable a tremor of barely contained emotion.

His hand slid lower, tracing a firm line up her thigh, the hem of her nightgown lifting with his touch. Another groan, this one escaping her lips. He gently pressed her head back against the pillow, then climbed atop her. The weight of his body pinned her to the mattress, the press of him both thrilling and slightly intimidating. It was different. Exciting.

His tongue traced her lower lip, a hesitant request. A flicker of hers against his upper lip granted permission, their tongues meeting in a dance that sent shivers down his spine. “I need you. Need this…” he groaned, burying his face in her hair. Whatever they were doing, his body craved it with a burning intensity. He licked her cheek. His kisses trailed down to her chin, grazing her jawline. 

Sebastian pressed firmly against her, his hips grinding against hers. Each thrust sent another jolt through him, the press of her warm body intoxicating. A gasp tore from her throat, her fingers clenching the sheets in a desperate grip. She felt his arousal throb against her thigh. “Sebastian…” she whimpered. 

“Shh, love,” he silenced her with another kiss, a soft nibble against her lower lip. Their nightclothes felt abrasive now, a barrier against their burning skin. “Please,” he breathed, the word half plea, half groan, as his teeth grazed the collar of her nightgown. “Tell me you want this too.”

Her fingers tangled in his hair. “Sebastian,” she murmured, her grip tightening. “All I wanna do is feel you.” “What about—” he choked, but she interrupted. “Shh…” It was her turn to silence him with a kiss her gaze tracing down to their clothes. “You may,” she whispered against his lips. “I want this too,” she murmured softly.

With no time to waste. He yanked the buttons on her nightgown, giving her space only momentarily so she could lift his shirt. “Fuck. I’m sorry,” he stammered, shivering. “I might get greedy, I mean… uhh,” he huffed, breathlessly. They panted into each other’s mouths as he crashed back down on her. Pressing her body in, and rubbing his length against her soaked panties. The only sound was their ragged breaths and the soft sway of the bed beneath them. 

Sebastian's hands trailed below her collarbone, pressing his fingers into her soft skin before stopping below her breasts. With a gentle squeeze, his thumbs grazed the tips of her nipples sending shivers down her body before he continued to knead her breasts. A single word echoing in his mind he dared not say. Mine. She fit so well in his hands.

The ache in his groin became intense. He pressed his hard cock against the inside of her thigh. “Sorry…I,” he croaked, gazing at her wordlessly, seeking her permission. He closed his eyes hoping she would read his mind, somehow. 

“Yes.” a voice escaped her lips. His eyes flew open. He pressed himself harder against her. His fingers tentatively traced the line of her panties. With a swift move, he pushed the lace to the side, his fingers tracing against her damp folds. 

“Mmm.” A moan that came out more as a groan. Sebastian deftly lowered his underwear, his cock springing out slapping her thigh. “Sorry,” he whimpered again, but her smile calmed him. Carefully spreading her legs he positioned himself, his tip traced the wet edge of her folds. With one last breath, he pushed himself gently inside her. 

Her gasp was muffled by her hand, but he heard it all the same. His responding moan was louder, rough with escalating need. “Let it out, love,” he rasped, his movements gaining speed. “Don’t hold back.”

She was so tight, it was more than he could imagine. He knew this was it. He would not be able to last long no matter how much he tried to hold on. No matter how many times he bit his lip, it was too much. 

“I wanted to… ahh, sorry'' His words were breaking. “I won’t last long love,” he cried out. His movements became more frantic, his impulses spurring him further. He pounded her against the mattress, not able to restrain himself. Her warmth enveloped him. “fuck .. why do you. Ahh, why do you feel so good…ahh...can I…can?” 

She cupped his face as he started to tremble. “Let go,” she breathed against his cheek. He nodded, bewildered. With one final thrust, he lost control, she felt a warm sensation spreading inside her. He felt a deep relief and a surge of energy as he released inside her. He was giving her all the pent-up desires he held in for so, so long. Trembling and twitching. He collapsed on top of her — his body spent. 

Sebastian shifted a flicker of clarity returning. He nuzzled into her neck. “Thank you... I—” “Don’t.”  Her laugh was breathless. “I’m the idiot.” Then, the words rushed out, “I love you.” He blinked in disbelief. “You what?” “I said, I love you.” She brushed a damp strand of hair from his forehead. He sighed, eyes closing. “Do I even need to say it, huh?” A soft smile. “I love you. Madly.” He kissed her, the gentleness belying the joyful storm in his heart.

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city of glass

The toilet flushes in a pretty normal way, but as the lacy underwear slides back up her shapely legs, just for the trip between the toilet and her client's bed in the next room, Elizabeth realizes the mirror in this bathroom is broken. A singular impact has sent spiderwebs of shattered crystal fractalizing across the reflective pane. Like someone had tried to punch themself in the face, but got confused on the way.

The sink seems to work fine though, and the soap actually seems like a nice kind; honey nectarine? Something sweet and fruity, but not too strong. Everything else besides the broken mirror is pretty normal.

She dries her hands off on a well-worn but mostly clean looking towel, detouring to the bedroom door.

"Coming to bed, dear?"

Her client leans out through the divider between the kitchen and living room, peeking out from between a pair of tattered dreamcatchers.

"one sec" Pots and pans shuffling, or being shuffled. What she could possibly be looking for at a time like this is beyond Elizabeth's wildest imagination.

She makes herself comfortable in the bed, familiarizing with her surroundings. Most of the space in here is taken up by the bed, but there's a little nightstand with a lamp to the right, and a big window facing a wall on her left. A painted advertisement for a long-defunct brand of liquor flakes off the brickwork across the alley. Cigarette butts litter the burn-pockmarked windowsill like pistachio shells.

The whole place is kind of small, but not awful by any means. It'd take some getting used to, but it certainly seems plausible that a person might live here, at least sometimes.

Her client comes in, barefoot, hiding something behind her back.

Elizabeth smiles, despite herself; the ones who bring her flowers always think they're so sweet, trying to be nice, make it feel more normal for themselves. She makes sure to be extra gentle with these types, only throwing the bouquet out once she was far enough away that they could imagine she kept it.

"Do you have something for me?" she intones, biting her lip, just the right ratio of playfulness and eroticism for a first-timer.

The client nods with a nervous little smile, cheeks flushing the loveliest shade of pink. She produces a kitchen knife from behind her back, at least 8 inches long.

"i'm going to use this on you!" she adds helpfully.

Fuck. Shame my shoes are across the apartment.

Without missing another beat, Elizabeth rolls to the opposite side of the bed, bringing the lamp into the window and shattering it with only moderate reverberation. Butts tumble onto the bedsheets as her nightgown catches on a shard sticking out of the frame but she scrambles through, tearing away a ragged chunk of cloth, but luckily not enough that her modesty would go unprotected.

She stumbles to her feet on the landing of the fire escape, barely catching a glimpse of her client watching curiously from by the bed, still standing where she'd revealed her instrument. Weird that she's not giving chase, but Elizabeth isn't complaining about the head start.

The iron stairs are cold and coarse against her tender soles as she clambers down a flight. The whole thing shakes violently, some bolts surely knocked loose by earthquakes over the years and never properly refastened. But it seems to be holding her weight okay, and there's only a few stories to go.

Through a gap in the iron overhead, she sees her former client emerging from the window, every spindly limb momentarily contacting the frame like a spider feeling its way through a portal, knifeblade gleaming in light caught from the streetlight at the end of the alley, her destination of escape.

Her weight is added to the structure as Elizabeth is about halfway down the next flight. The entire structure jerks violently a foot or more away from the building, and she breaks a nail grabbing onto the railing for dear life. The alley looms below, puddles of dried piss sprinkled with debris from old bottles hurled from across the way.

It's still far enough to the bottom that the fall would hurt her at least as badly as that knife, so Elizabeth takes a moment to steady herself, before she continues descending.

They're momentarily level, client arriving on bottom landing just as Elizabeth is about to depart. For a moment, their eyes meet. Elizabeth sees a bottomless abyss of pure terror, endless black void without a light at any end, and at the same the she realizes she's also looking at the reflection of herself above it all.

She keeps descending.

Figuring out how to lower the bottom part of the ladder would take too much time, so Elizabeth gets as low as she can, before she sees her client's toes inches above her fingers, and she knows it's time to let go.

The midair sight is frozen momentarily in her vision; the black sky above spattered with faraway twinkles, brick walls dripping with soot and smog rising up to either side, copper-green wrought iron ornamentation like prison bars over the confused face of her weird ratty skinny nemesis with glasses and a ponytail, watching her fall.

She yelps as tender knees and elbows meet rough gravel, broken glass. Raw panic burned as fuel, fragments of old soda bottles dig into her tender soles, but that's a problem to be set aside for later safety. She hobbles to the end of the alley, bloody tracks in her wake. She hears trash clattering and whiny curses; her client isn't far behind.

It's the middle of the night and the streets are completely deserted. Normally, she'd appreciate the privacy, but now even as she screams she feels a pang of terror realizing that there's no one around to hear her.

A tinkling bell; a coffee shop across the road! Elizabeth doesn't even bother checking both ways as she hobbles across the street because she knows there's no one coming, but that's okay. There's a glowing door, salvation now only feet away, and growing closer-

She slams face-first into the glass door, leaving an imprint of blood on the grime-streaked crystal.

Another precious second lost, more fluids leaving her body that she'd need more rest later just to bring the humors back into balance.

Not her main concern right now, though. Thank god; someone on the other side of the glass saw her, and they're coming to the door now; it's closed, but they're about to open it, and she's about to be safe again.

It cracks an inch and she begins to babble please help me there is a woman with a knife please you have to help me she's coming after me trying to kill me with her knife"

"Ew. Get a therapist."

The glass door slams into her face, sending her stumbling backward. She hears the lock click shut, blinds printed with a rainbow flag descend, a halo of red floating over pink blue and white. And now her client's caught up to her, too. Great.

Elizabeth's head is jerked back and something sharp pokes into her back, but doesn't break skin. Her client doesn't seem to know exactly what she's doing, which gives Elizabeth a moment to slam her elbow back straight into her solar plexus. The knife falls and nicks her just above the heel, but it's a small price to pay for the extra seconds it buys her.

There has to be another place for her somewhere, as long as she keeps moving. It's all about scraping together as much distance as you can and then maintaining it until you can reach a point of safety.

Mary gathers her breath, grasping for the knife laying on a bed of dead leaves and other sludge in the gutter. She cruses to herself, wiping the blade off on her boxer shorts.

When she wished for a bit more fight, she didn't realize there was a chance her wish could be granted. But the lady she wants to penetrate is running again, and it would be rude of Mary to give up her pursuit now.

Bloody footprints trail mark her path down the sidewalk and around the bend and Mary follows it, turning a corner to see her partly sunken into the asphalt. No, that's not it- she's going into a hole in the ground, a big metal circle lying on the street right beside. Clever girl!

Mary approaches the edge of the hole, staring down at the terrified glimpse of Elizabeth's eyes as she climbs down.

"you know there's poop and stuff down there right"

The fine lady doesn't even pause to reflect on this new information, instead sinking deeper into the darkness. Mary briefly considers following her down there. But her shoes are back at the apartment, too, and it seems really gross down there.

Damn, was their date over already?

She spies a grate just a bit further down the road, running over to kneel by the metal bars and listening. Wet footfalls and pancicked, dignified whimpers echo out of the abyss, growing quieter. So many potential vectors of infection down there! Why the lady would risk something like that, Mary doesn't know.

She presses her face against the cold metal in the dark empty street and shouts into the tunnels below, "call me?"

ao3:

[seagull-michael]

Lets play a game! It's called, "How invalid to society are you?"

How do you play? Each thing about you that causes hate and/or discrimination from the genral public and maybe even the government earns you 1 point! There are no half point or negative points and you can only get one point for each thing, make sure to count up you points in the end to see how much society hates you!!

I'm autistic

I have ADHD

I'm aromantic

I'm asexual

I'm Non-binary

I use pronouns that "don't match my gender"

I use neopronouns

I use neogenders

I'm "lazy"

I have poor hygiene

I'm converting to Satanism

I have trouble speaking (as in, I have a stutter)

And thats everything I can think of about myself, I have 12 "invalid" points. How invalid am I? Not invalid at all. I have not hurt anyone in my beliefs and struggles, I have reasons for my "lazy" and "gross" behaviours that go beyond "I don't wanna". I will not change myself because others want me to, keep your own fucking nose in your own fucking business.

Invite your moots to play!! (Anyone can play) and remember, YOU ARE VALID

@i-give-u--stuff @welcome-to-hell-ya-gucks @floating-above-sea-level @dreamcatcher-faux @theflatpancakes @darthpastry @much-ado-about-whomst @starfishinthedistance @forgetmenot99 @smolgirlbigdreams @tiny-brain

Apologies to anyone who wishes to not be tagged in posts like this

[revasserium]

could i request 'the thoughts of falling stars' for suga, please and thank you? :D also welcome back! i've missed your writing!

reqs are open :) and thank you darling! i hope u enjoy! <3

the thoughts of falling stars

suga; 2,193 words; a pirate falls in love with a falling star...

what do dreams dream of in our waking hours? what do stars think as they fall towards that place beyond our far horizons?

there are some stories too big for a single person, a single life to tell.

there’s a man with starlight hair and a sunrise smile who pedals stories for the price of dreams. what kind of dreams, you ask? well, it depends on the length and breadth of the story he tells.

once upon a time, a pirate fell in love with a falling star.

there’s a place beyond the edge of the earth where the world ends and the sky begins, that’s where all the falling stars go. at least, that’s what all the stories say. and if the stories say so, then it must be true. and men will chase the sound of stories much farther than they’re ever willing to chase the truth, sometimes, even if the story and the truth are one and the same.

by the time koushi is five years old, he’s certain that there’s nothing to the world but the sea — the endless stretch of honeyed depths, sweet and silken as it laps against the sides of their ship, the ship that he was born on. the ship that will one day be his.

dreamcatcher is her name, and never once had he thought to question it.

by the time he is eighteen, and by all considerations, a grown young man, he thinks he knows all there is to know about dreams.

the day that he watches you fall, he wonders if you’ll like him, and even though his parents had reassured him time and time again that it’s none of his concern, that falling stars don’t have likes or dislikes, that once they’ve caught you, all that there’s left to do is spin your hair into the stuff of dreams and toss what remains back over the edge of the world. it’s what they’ve always, always done.

he wonders anyway, and what a wonder it is because when he pulls you up over onto the light-soaked deck, all he can do is stare. you’re beautiful. but of course you are — most falling things are. like rain and sunlight and love. though he doesn’t quite know about that last one yet.

he will though, in time.

but for right now, all he can do is scramble up to untangle you from the star-catcher net. it’s his first time flying solo, his parents having passed on the tradition to him barely a year ago, sending him off with a brand new net and the promise of a whole ocean of yet undreamt dreams.

his fingers are gentle as they pull the thick ropes away from your delicate limbs. your eyes are closed, and he briefly wonders if you’re asleep.

when he first dips his fingers into the spider-silk of your hair, tugging out the first wisps of dreams, he tastes the hint of a summer breeze, bright and sweet as lilies. then, the tang of strawberries, the crunch of freshly fallen leaves, the warmth of fingers dancing over smiling cheeks. he tugs his hand back, blinking away the reverie.

he’s done this a million times, he thinks, spinning the hair of fallen stars into dreams that he can then sell to the people who live on the other side of this deep, honey sea, who toil day in and day out without the promise of reprieve. it’s a sad life, and no wonder they’re willing to pay so much for one good, sweet, endless dream.

but something about you stills his hand, and he finds himself sitting back on his legs, watching you as you sleep.

the sun rises as it is wont to do and still, he’s not spun a single dream.

he watches as the sunlight warms your face, and then — he watches as you open your eyes.

there’s an entire ocean caught beneath the sweep of your lashes.

“oh,” you say.

oh, he thinks.

you blink as the sky breaks into day, the light settling itself over your shoulders, almost ~~almost~~ blinding.

“you… i thought…” your brows furrow in confusion, and then your eyes widen as you seem to take in the scope of your current situation.

“please —” koushi holds up his hands, palms out as you scramble away from him, clutching the material of your dress, thick with the velvet of the night. “i’m not gonna hurt you!”

your eyes narrow and he feels his chest seize with — something.

“y-you won’t? you’re not here to steal my dreams?”

koushi blinks. steal? he’d never thought of what he’d been doing as… stealing. but…

“uhm… no?”

but he can’t help the hot flush that washes up his chest into his cheeks as he looks away.

“oh… then… thank you… i guess,” you say, and you flash him a smile, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen — he wishes he could catch it in his hand, to pull it into his chest. for how many people can say that they’ve ever caught a falling star’s smile? and how many can say that they just let it pass them by?

“f-for what?” he asks, though he has an inkling, and that inkling turns out to be true as you wave towards the golden waves below.

“for… saving me from the sea.”

koushi presses his lips, swallows hard, and glances out over the far horizon. he should be heading back towards the mainland today, back towards those people with their callused hands and honest, hardworking lives. who don’t know where the dreams come for or what the true price might be.

“it’s… uhm — well… do you want breakfast?” koushi pushes himself to his feet, looking anywhere but at you, twisting his hands together as he fusses over the small sack of rations he brought along for the trip. he pauses as as the thought crosses his mind that he has no idea what falling stars eat — but he’s already asked, and he can hear the sounds of you shuffling to your feet, so he busies himself with preparing a few slices of bread, careful to spread them thick with honey and jam.

“thank you,” you say, nodding as he offers you a piece, and he watches in muted wonder as you take a large bite, your expression cresting into sheer, unadulterated joy as you take another bite, and then another, letting out a soft, thick groan that makes his entire body tingle.

“mm… it’s so good!” you polish off the rest of the bread slice, licking your lips with a bright-eyed smile, “is there… more?”

“y-yeah! here — have another one —”

and so it goes like this — him teaching you about the earthly things, like bread and honey and well-churned butter, and you teaching him about heavenly things, like songs and stories and the weaving of dreams.

when he finally tells you, with halting words and nervous hands, the trick and the trade that his family has always toiled in, you are quiet. but you don’t shrink away from him in horror; in fact, you don’t move at all.

“oh… so that’s what you do.” your voice is light, too light, and koushi wants so desperately to drop to his knees, to clutch at your hands and shake his head and say no — not anymore.

instead, he only swallows and nods and averts his eyes.

“what… what i used to do,” he says after a while.

it is your laughter that saves him.

you reach out to trace a finger across his cheek, “hey… look at me… koushi — koushi —” and you say his name like it’s something more than a name, something that weighs more than a single body, and he melts into the sound of your voice, into the sweet of your caress.

“the thing about dreams,” you tell him, pulling him close, letting him fall into you as he curls his arms around you and buries his face in your chest, “and the thing about love,” you say, smiling as he fists his fingers in the night-sky of your dress, “is that you can always make more.”

he looks up, eyes wide with hope, palms tender with salvation.

“so… i haven’t been hurting you? any of you?”

you laugh, shrugging, “maybe… just a little. and maybe, it would’ve been nicer for you to ask —” you cast your eyes up towards the darkening sky, at the cover of thick, velvet night, “there isn’t a star alive who wouldn’t have spun you dreams if you had only thought to ask.”

why didn’t we think to ask? koushi wonders as he drops his face back into the crook of your neck and you content yourself with twisting your fingers through his hair, the strands going silver the more time he spends with you.

“i’m still sorry…” he says, earnest, as he pulls back.

“i know… i know you are.”

and you’re both older now, and you both know things — great things and good things and solid, knowable things — like the weight of a hand as it holds another hand, the warmth of lips when met with another pair of lips. and the rush and pull of falling asleep in each others arms, the utter, unsinkable joy of laughter, the light and solid of love —

because he is in love. and — koushi is fairly certain — so are you.

but the problem with forever is that it is only ever a promised thing, and promised things are so, so often not earthly things to give. and even though you had once been a part of the heavens, falling stars are only ever just fallen after they hit the ground.

it was a selfish thing to do, and you know it is — but love makes people do stupid, selfish things.

“i… i could wish us forever — if you wanted,” you offer, because it’s what you wanted, and you hadn’t really explained to him what forever really means. and a part of you think he’d never really understand, anyway. at least not until he’s lived it.

“y-you could?” koushi’s eyes are wide as he clutches your hands in his; he presses his lips to them, and you can see his joy, his elation rising up in him like the shifting of the tides, and you lean in to kiss him, to drag the sweetness from his lips.

“yes…” you breathe, and you don’t tell him of the consequences.

“okay,” he says, nodding too fast and too hard and clutching at you like he could press your bodies into each other, like he could weave the solidness of your realities together until they were one and the same, “do it.”

you nod, “okay,” you take a long breath, card your fingers through his hair and start to speak.

“let me tell you how stars are born…”

once upon a time, a pirate fell in love with a shooting star; and she made a promise that wasn’t hers to make.

“tell me a story!” a little girl asks, with eyes bright as stars, her smile just as wide, and koushi hums, tapping a finger along his lips as he looks around at the crowd that’s gathered around him.

“ah… but stories don’t come for free,” he says, grinning as he leans in, his voice thick as the honey sea.

“how much?” a little boy with sunrise hair asks, glancing between koushi and the little girl.

“just a dream,” koushi answers, twirling his fingers through the air, and the world seems to shift around him, the boy swaying on his feet before he catches himself against a red brick wall, shaking his head.

“o-okay then… you got your dream. tell us the story!”

koushi nods rather sagely as he leans back against the wall and takes a breath.

he spins the dream in his palm, letting it ghost over his lips as he leans down to breathe it in — it’s a lovely dream, all sunshine and summer haze, rose petals and moonlit bays. he tucks it away in his knapsack, pat it with a finger and prays —

one day, he thinks, he hopes, he dreams, it’ll be enough. one day, he’ll spin enough dreams to bring you back, because you’re still out there, he knows — he knows, in all the dreams he’s ever stolen from the hair of falling stars.

and he knows that if he collects enough dreams, pours them over the edge of the world, that one day, you’ll come back to him. because a gathering of stolen dream is how the stars are born.

koushi clears his throat and starts to speak —

“once upon a time, a pirate fell in love with a falling star…”

[tblsomedoodles]

I think the realization that Leo is, in fact, a doom prophet and he has a means of recoding said dreams might actually bring a sense of comfort to Donnie based on what you said. Like, he doesn't like the fact Leo has these dreams at all, but the fact that he does have them can sorta help his anxiety over the future and being caught off guard by the bad things, because he has a means to be warned ahead of time. In turn, since Leo will have to eventually admit he has these prophetic dreams to someone and Donnie is the most likely confidant, Donnie can help Leo ease his anxieties over the prophetic dreams he has with his own anxieties of the good things that'll lead up to and even go beyond the bad thing (since Donnie will probably have to eventually tell Leo he also has them, if only cuz Leo technically is more experienced in this matter since ehw was aware of these powers long before Donnie was)

My thoughts exactly! Leo and Donnie would literally be able to soothe the worries and anxieties the other's powers caused in that exact way! and Donnie would probably have to go to Leo at some point for seer pointers b/c it's either him or Draxum, and he'd rather risk pissing off his brother by admiting he's been recording his dreams than deal with the sheep man. (not really b/c he doesn't trust him, but b/c he's fairly certain the man would be far too excited about having another seer to be reasonable.)

Thank yoU!

This is true, and could lead to some very awkward conversations lol

Thank you!

Yes, pretty much! Also just that, he would then have to explain how he knows Leo has bad future dreams and admit to the dreamcatcher recording Leo's dreams, which would lead to a lot of awkward situations he'd rather avoid. So yeah, even if he knew very early on (and accepted this knowledge) he wouldn't tell Draxum or anyone really.

Thank you!

Oh yeah, definitely. it would be a very tragic thing for him. which is part of the reason why i thought giving Donnie the positive side of those powers would be a good thing. Because, one, he's not alone in the 'seeing the future' thing, and two, as bad as the stuff he sees would be, he would at least have his twin there to tell him that there's good stuff coming too.

Thank you!

Quite possibly. Especially since they'd probably be a bit suspicious after talking with CJ about future Leo.

He wouldn't want to share it, but then again, he might not have much of a choice.

Thank you!

Yesss!!! It would be so hard for him not to just give this kid a hug for all these reasons. He's seen exactly how difficult CJ's life was leading up to this and he knows this kid could use a hug. But hugging a complete stranger is ususally frowned upon, or at least questioned, and he can't afford being questioned right now, not with that horrible future speeding towards them as fast as it is.

Thank you!

[ogcassiopeia]

I am definitely, slowly but surely, losing my interest in kpop as a genre.

I adored kpop in the 2nd and 3rd gen, as I got into listening to it all the way back in 2000 when I was in middle school. I listened to a massive variety of artists and kept up with the top 100 songs on the charts religiously between 2003-2018....now that's not really happening any longer.

The music being made now mostly just doesn't resonate with me, and I've come to find that all these new groups debuting also don't impress me at all. I do still enjoy a few groups or soloists, but not to the point I would follow them or make an effort to care beyond their title tracks.

For those that know me well, they are aware of my.....distaste for nearly all girl groups and their kind of output. Right now, girl groups are arguably more popular than boy groups. So this alienates me even more from the current trends....but it's not like the boy groups are putting out content that I would even care for for the most part anyways.

Right now, I love TVXQ and that's about it.

Aside from the handful of releases a year from a few other idols that I actually like (shinee, onlyoneof, onewe, the rose, dreamcatcher)....kpop is turning into a pastel wasteland of terrible group names, repeated washed-up concepts, and bland "talent". None of them are special or interesting enough to warrant my attention beyond a cursary glance.

[originalspiritdreamer]

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