#clc fanfic

[essentiallyleaf]

day 16. incest. with. choi yujin.

1422 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, scary scary i-word, older sister yujin, oral sex, masturbation, handjob, perineum stimulation, blowjobs, birthday sex, long ass paragraphs and some long ass sentences, bear with me.

notes.

boo! scared you? creepingly, leaf.

It’s not surprising when Yuijn bursts into your room and punches your mattress to wake you up. When she makes you spinach and egg sweet potato toast for breakfast, when she helps you tie your tie and fixes your uniform, then wishes you “Good luck at school!” before kissing you on the cheek and, as soon as you turn around, playfully slapping your butt. You’re nearing the end of your last year of private high school, you’re used to that at this point. The kisses still feel a little weird, but at the same time you get this sense of warmth from them, not only to your blushing cheekbones, but to your slightly racing heart, as well.

It’s not surprising when she walks around the house in a very thin, somewhat transparent white shirt and no bra, or in tight black biker shorts and no panties underneath, if it’s more comfortable for her. Or that you can see not only the outline of her breasts (they’re very nicely shaped and medium-sized, perfect to fit in your hands), but also her protruding nipples and a hint of her light brown areolas, in one case, and the roundness of her toned buttcheeks and the pronounced mold of her outer lips, in the other. It’s just an acknowledgement of something that’s there, and that you're accustomed to seeing. She’s your sister, after all.

It’s not surprising even when she sneakily walks in on you naked in the bathroom, right out of the shower, just to slap your bare ass and rush out, laughing, and you don’t know if she managed to catch a glimpse of your limp dick as you turn around trying to catch her. She’s always been one to play pranks, this is just another one of them. That’s just how it is, between the two of you, she’s playful, and caring, and affectionate, and you’re just here to appreciate it, nothing strange about it.

Nothing strange about you sitting on the couch with Yujin’s head in your lap while watching TV or reading, and playing with her hair in your fingers or softly scratching her scalp as she falls asleep. About you placing your chin on her shoulder and your hands on the naked skin of her hips when she gives you a ride to kendo practice on her motorbike while wearing a crop top, and feeling the need to hold her waist so so tight, like you’re afraid to fall off, but you never are, when you’re with her. About you accidentally hitting her boob when playing pool wrestling, and the fight just turning into a complete mess of grabbing and squirting water onto one another, getting caught in each other’s swimsuit and almost peeling it off, and ending up in a hugging stalemate, arms and legs around each other, where both of you are panting hard and neither wants to let go, and her skin is wet and soft and it smells like chlorine and flowers. You almost feel like she’s rubbing her pelvis on you a little at the end, and you’re not sure if you actually do it, but you think about lightly thrusting back.

It’s such a smooth path, the one that takes the two of you from all of this, to you kissing her in return every morning with a smile and no blush on your face (at least none caused by embarrassment) and slapping her bouncy butt back as revenge; to Yujin wearing no underwear at home and letting you stare at her noticeable features, smiling with excitement and a bit of pride, and once in a while she bends forward on the table towards you, head between her hands and wearing her bunny face, and the deepest cleavage is right there; to both of you becoming a lot more liberal in using the bathroom at the same time, and sometimes one of the two is in, or just out of the shower, naked in front of the other, and the air suddenly becomes hotter. Being naked in front of one another quickly becomes a habit when you start actively trying to seek it, and getting out of the bathroom naked just to wait and eventually get dressed in your respective rooms, and maybe starting to be out of your own room, and around the bathroom door when you hear the other finish their shower, and even delaying that “eventually” to up to hours later, and walking around the house naked in the meantime, well, that would probably qualify as seeking it.

And when it’s the same blood that runs through your veins, there’s no need to explain, to put people, entire relationships in boxes and restrict them like that. You just, get it. You both understand.

Understand that it’s fine for her to call you in her room and start chatting about the new plant she got for her green themed shelf, about the relationship between Barbie and Ken, about her college friends, and how sometimes it’s hard to tell a very close friendship from a crush, and then ask you to eat her out afterwards (she tastes amazing, like sweet apples and lime, and you want to record her lovely gentle moans and use them as your lullaby; nevermind, she does that for you when she tapes herself masturbating and sends you the audio with two green heart emojis while you’re in your Science class). It’s complicated, it would be if you had to explain Yujin and you to someone else, but when it’s the two of you, it’s simple. You see her lay on her back on the couch studying French and start kissing her neck, lower her tank top to reveal her soft tits and knead, lick all around them. She unbuckles your pants and strokes your cock for a while, when you’re close she lets go, puts two fingers on your perineum and starts circling lightly. You cum hard and make a mess on her tank top and breasts, she doesn’t mind, she was going to shower anyway (“You, too?”). There’s nothing more to it. Just shared moments of affection, of intimacy.

For her birthday, Yujin asks you to have sex with her. She knows you can’t say no, she also knows that you don’t want to say no. Her more and more frequent blowjobs are quite convincing, too. It’s a special day, you can tell when she wears her favorite yellow sleeveless frilly dress to go out for lunch (she gets shrimp and grilled peach skewers with jalapeño-bourbon vinaigrette, you get classic boiled crab), when she holds your hand as you walk along the riverside, when she wears her contagious grin the entire time. When you come back home, you don’t have the time to take your shoes off before she kisses you deeply. The two of you get to her room already naked and she almost crushes your head with her thighs as you give her her first orgasm only using your tongue. You don’t need her to help you get hard. When you place yourself between her legs and your dick on her outer lips, it’s an important moment. Not because you’re her brother and she’s your sister, but because what the two of you have is special, and your first time together is a celebration of it. A special day. Her slick makes your entrance easy and you quickly find yourself bottoming out in her tightness. She kisses you for minutes, before you start moving. You keep eye contact the whole time, she closes her eyes from time to time from the feeling of your length hitting her in spots she didn’t know even existed. You guide her thighs around you to feel closer to her, inseparable. She grabs you by the hair as she peaks a second time, her nectar gushing out of her pussy as she releases a sequence of loud moans. You pull out and let her use her hands, lips and tongue to play with you, before cumming on her tongue. Some of your spurts land in her open mouth, some spread around her beautiful face. She gathers every drop with her fingers, then licks them clean, shows you the pool of cum and lets her tongue play around with it before swallowing it whole. The two of you cuddle in her bed naked until the morning after. It was her birthday, it was all about making it special for her. And as you see her eyes closed, peaceful, her chest heaving in slow, deep breaths, you think you did.

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footnotes.

bit of a different style, tell me what you think. or nah. whateverly, leaf.

[mieczyslawn]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . babies? BABIES!!!

[arshanji]

capas para FantasyIsland

[ladyyblue]

coloring neon + pack 90's = ladyblue inspirada

capa disponível para doação

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[xmaeve]

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[lelecoresworld]

yujin icons !♡

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📌07/01/2023 | 21:25pm

[tanark-jefasari]

Commissions: Open

I suppose an announcement here can't hurt

4 commissions slots! Open!

2 of a medium size, 1 large, and 1 pre-determined idea for those interested in the Regal universe and singjiubin.

Contrary to what I've posted here, I do write groups that aren't dreamcatcher, and I do write m/m if requested. I am reachable over Twitter DM, here less frequently if you have questions or want to talk details. There's even a list of possible ideas in my gallery, and if you like a premise/pair but wanna change it up a bit, I'm open to that. Just ask and it may happen. :)

Ko-Fi

[snutts]

oi gatinha faz icons da eunbin ex clc?

Olá, meu bem, prontinho! Obrigada pela sugestão 🫶

⌗ Alguns icons da Eunbin, ex-CLC 🍓

[cherrystar12]

Diabos Vestem Louis Vuitton

[aettuddae]

will serim release a solo song in this fanfic? if yes i need her to release a song like billies ‘lunch’ 😭😭😭 i think that would create so much chaos considering she’s been with (pulled) so many women that they have no idea who the song is about 💀

serim: tastes like she may be the one

karina, chaeyoung, some twice member, giselle, yeeun of clc and a few more random women: is this about me?

chaeryeong: it better NOT be about me

for now, it's not planned for her to have a solo release, although it would be interesting to come up with a concept and make a visual board for it.. but i'll have this in consideration in case i add it 😭

[culmaer]

fyi the cambridge latin course ao3 tag brings up 60 works, 9 of which are in latin. you need to at least visit the archive

that's actually hilarious it wouldn't even have occurred to me to search for fanfic of the clc, but in hindsight of course there'd be ! you've convinced me, I'll check it out !

[ghastlyspriggan]

kpop faves: dreamcatcher, mamamoo, loona, ive, red velvet, everglow, nct, newjeans, itzy, vixx, momoland, day6, ateez, stray kids, clc, monsta x, bts, twice, blackpink

artist faves: BABYMETAL, evanescence, paramore, mcr, poppy, taylor swift, dead can dance, bmth, linkin park, the regrettes, nova twins, tpr, yeule, rosalía

interests: zelda, horror, harry potter, the elder scrolls, foreign languages, etymology, fanfic reading/writing (no I'm not published anywhere yet), stitches from animal crossing, feminism, veganism

OCs: Mag

[mounfaivy]

A Look Back Into the Past

ENTRY #10: A LOOK BACK INTO THE PAST

Dear Self,

Hi, it's me. I'm you from the future. If I wrote this tomorrow, it would have been exactly 2 years and 2 months since my last journal entry. A lot has happened, and we've changed so much-- for better and for worst.

I want you to know that the struggles you went through - all the mental instability, the anger, the despair - they are all valid. Like we had suspected the entire time, it was ADHD. We're different from normal people, and that's ok.

Just a quick TLDR of the past two years:

Grade 9 was the worst year in terms of mental health. We struggled a lot with both family and personal relationship issues. There was even a time we almost cut off our friends. Our passion also shifted from physics and programming to chemistry. Not because we love it, but because we forced ourself to like it simply because we're "good" at it.

Grade 10 was a journey. It had both ups and downs, but most importantly, it was full of discoveries. First quarter, we developed romantic feelings for the first time. Unfortunately, it was on the wrong guy. Third quarter, same thing. Initially we thought it was gonna last but it didn't. The guy's a red flag; we just didn't know about it. Thank goodness we broke up with him.

Right now, it's the summer break just before Grade 11. In two weeks, we'll be back to school again. Honestly, I can't wait. I want to study more-- I want to compete more. A lot of doors are opened in Grade 11. We can do it.

...To be honest, I'm scared. So, so, so scared. I don't know how to do my SCALE. I still haven't done my SIP. Although they say that we don't have to worry about failing SIP because the lowest grade ever given was a 7 (or was it 8?) out of 10 and no one has failed in the history of CLC, what if -- just what if -- that will be me? And I won't get to graduate??? I know it's unfounded, but still--- I'm so so scared.

I was supposed to study today but I ate a second pill yesterday (Ritalin LA 20mg; ADHD meds) at 5PM. Because of that, I didn't sleep until 0830 the next morning. I slept until 1400 and have not done anything productive ever since. It's 1737 and I don't know what to do. Maybe I'll try writing a short fanfic again.

Well, best of luck to tomorrow, I guess. Since school is coming soon, I'll have to do double time on my advance studies, especially Chemistry. I hope we can finish majority by August 3.

Yours Truly, Yvette Future Chemist

Date: July 23, 2024

[meow-bebe]

Pairing: Oh Seunghee x reader Genre: fantasy au, angst Word count: 1.1 k Warnings: necromancy, technically a dead body Tonight’s soundtrack: Absinthe - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME A/n: may i present the results of another two am writing spree

Deep in the woods, a little cabin sits nestled in a small clearing. To an outsider, it looks quaint and welcoming, candles glow in the windows and there are herbs tied in bunches and hanging from the roof of the porch. But inside it is much darker….

Emotions boil in the air along with the large pot at one end of the single room that makes up the entire house. It simmers over a low fire, keeping the shimmering purple contents boiling slowly. The tang of the ingredients hangs in the air, burning your nostrils slightly with each breath.

You barely notice though, too focused on your work to pay attention to something as arbitrary as discomfort. The contents of the pot are the product of weeks of work, messing up and trying again, adding too much or too little, spilling it across the floors just as you’re about to reach a breakthrough. You’ve worked long hours before, and in fact you’ve dedicated so much time to this project that you’ve barely slept enough in the past week to tell one plant from another. 

Slightly fogged pair of goggles protect your eyes as you carefully maneuver the spindley homemade clamps to slowly pour the acidic contents of the glass vial into the pot. Bright smoke pours into the air as the potion reacts, neutralizing the acid to the human touch and reacting with the steeping ingredients. The acrid scent lingers in the air with the previous odors, mixing into something almost intoxicating in its bittersweetness.You choke as you impatiently dump the rest of the vial into the pot and it sends a particularly volatile puff of smoke at you. 

The vial is set gently on the overcrowded table next to your cauldron, and you carelessly toss the clamps underneath it to be angrily retrieved later. But you couldn’t care right now. You’re so close to finally figuring it out.

You drop the spell protecting your hands and the wavering encasing of magic fades away. Time ticks onward as the wax of your candles dribbles ever downward, the moon following in your path. The pot is no longer belching green smoke, and you carefully remove the journal stuffed full of notes and barely legible records of your past attempts from underneath a few other glass bottles stacked haphazardly on top of it, consulting the notes and recipes you’re following this time around. 

Recognizing the compound you needed for your next step, you toss down the book and launch yourself off the stool, leaving a small piece of paper that had fallen out drifting to the ground. The shelves are crowded and messy but you’ve alway kept things well labeled. It came in handy as many of the odd nectars and ground roots and other miscellaneous ingredients for the tinctures you constantly produced looked quite similar in the dark. 

You quickly find what you’re looking for after hopping up onto the clear spot workbench also full of all sorts of strange magical components to rummage around on the very top shelf. The small box presents itself right away, and you tuck it in one of the many large pockets of your apron, snatching a small bottle of a thick gold liquid before turning and swinging back down to the ground. 

You pop the cork of the small bottle and tilt the contents into your mouth, feeling the rush of warmth and energy surge through your veins as you walk back to your fire, a fresh urgency in your steps. The bottle, now drained of all its contents, disappears into a different pocket and is soon forgotten as you throw yourself back into your work. 

You retrieve the little box with one hand as you draw the other through the air above the pot, the bubbling mixture inside following the movement. Popping the latch open, you sprinkle a pinch into the palm of your hand before setting the ornately carved box to the side. 

Taking a small dagger from the table, you place the knife between your teeth and press the index finger of the opposite hand to the tip of the blade, drawing blood. Squeezing your finger slightly, small drops of blood land atop the small pile of powder in your palm. The fire crackles warmly as you soak the powder, using another finger to mix them together. 

Another drop or two of blood to smooth it out, and you plunge your hands into the pot to add the paste to the swirling contents. The purple potion is cool, and the material is perhaps the strangest thing you’ve ever felt. It’s certainly not a liquid, feeling more like a heavy gas if it could even be categorized, perhaps like what sticking one’s hands into a grey cloud full to the bursting would feel like. 

Once the paste has been washed away you draw your hands out of the pot, finally setting the knife to the side. You turn and cast a loving look at the massive slab of crystal on the table to your left. Encased inside is Seunghee’s body, looking exactly the same as she had the day you found her in the woods, a fatal arrow wound in her chest. Perhaps it hadn’t been the best idea, but you were in too deep from the moment you panicked and rushed to carry her home, spotting the large piece of quartz you had bought off one of the more sketchy of the sellers you knew, and the ideas starting formulating immediately. Over the course of seven tireless hours you had grown the originally dinner plate sized gem to be large enough to crack down the middle and seal Seunghee’s body inside. 

“Soon, my love,” you whisper, trailing a hand over the side of the crystal. A smeared handprint of translucent purple liquid is left in the wake of your touch, shimmering in an unsettling way on the stone. It begins to sizzle and eat away at the crystal, and you quickly wipe it away with your apron before the damage can reach anywhere near the depth of Seunghee’s skin. You wave your hand over the rough patch and mutter a spell, and it slowly begins to repair itself. 

You wipe your hands on the apron as well, and a strange hazy smoke drifts from the fabric. But you pay it no mind, perching yourself back on the stool with another glance at Seunghee, emotion sizzling in your gaze. You still had work to do.

@kpopscape​ @kggnet​

[ladyyblue]

Uma capa de colagem/dark com o heeseung do enhypen e a sorn do clc, obrigada e por favor!

"foolish" - heeseung (ENHYPEN) e sorn (CLC)

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[xmaeve]

➸ I wanna be your lover, don't wanna be your friend! ▹ 🔔 Status ✘ Doada. ▹ 🎙° música.