#this is short

[junnoou]

COME BACK 2 ME

── EOM SEONGHYEON

── pairing / idol!seonghyeon x idol!fem reader

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ “baby come back to me.” ᢉ𐭩

╰┈➤ IDOL LIFE was always destined for the both of you, chasing your dreams together, ‎singing verses in harmony, it was all you ‎talked about for years, until his sudden move. So why? Why after all this time are you seeing him again? On the opposite side of the stage?

╰┈➤ INCLUDES : childhood best friends to lovers, Seonghyeon and y/n were separated when his family had to move away, both of them become idols after years have passed, something they’ve both dreamt of being, yet they weren’t going to be perusing their dreams together. This will contain some angst, maybe even some anger directed to Seonghyeon for leaving y/n with little to no explanation. (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)

╰┈➤ NOTES : fic number 2 let’s go!! My friend really likes Seonghyeon and asked me to make this so that is what I will do!! I hope you enjoy this little silly idea we both brainstormed tg!!<3 (ps. Do NOT comment on the corny nickname I wrote js go w it)

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FLASHBACK - JUNE 15TH 2015

The sun burned hot against your skin, but you didn’t mind it. It was what summer was supposed to feel like, the buzzing of bees as they pollinate the flowers, the sounds of ice cream trucks driving by the neighbourhood more frequently, and specifically, the sound of the laughter you always shared around him. Around Seonghyeon.

You don’t remember how you two became best friends, and maybe that’s the special part about it. Maybe there was never supposed to be any real reason for you two meeting. Maybe it was fate. All you were certain of though, that he made you smile the brightest, even on your most gloomiest of days.

One warm summer night, you sat on a small squeaky swing in the nearby park in your neighbourhood, on the other swing, Seonghyeon was swinging back and fourth, not really focusing on anything else besides trying to increase the speed of the swing. He clearly lived for the thrill.

“Hyeonie?” The familiar nickname slips so easily from your mouth, and he finally slows down the swing to focus on you, his eyes met yours, and you let out a small sigh before continuing.

“Do you really think we can be idols?” You speak, a bit nervously. It’s something you and Seonghyeon always talked about, how amazing it would be to be a singer instead of having to go to school and work for the rest of your life, the idol life sounded so much more appealing.

“I don’t know..” he mumbled and looked away. “I hope so.. but I’m not going anywhere without you, if I become an idol, you’re coming with me.” He turns to you, and flashes a bright smile toward you. Your heart feels warm, it’s no surprise you’ve grown fond of Seonghyeon, both sets of parents teased you about it all the time.

“Promise me.. promise me that we’ll do it together.” you finally manage to speak. Seonghyeon nods firmly, silently releasing his hold on one of the swing chains before holding out his pinky toward you.

“I pinky swear, wherever I’ll go, you’ll be there too. I won’t do this without you.” He reassured firmly. You smile before reaching forward, interlocking your pinky’s together in a silent vow. Maybe things were going to work out after all.

PRESENT TIME - FEBRUARY 24TH 2025

“Y/n!!” You were snapped out of your thoughts instantly as a voice called your name, you look up. Oh. It’s just your makeup artist. She smiles sweetly at you.

“It’s okay to be nervous for your debut.. I know I would.” She continued gently applying makeup to your face. Yeah, nervous was kind of an understatement right now. This is something you’d been working on for months.. and it was finally going to be displayed for the whole world.

“What if it doesn’t work out?” You ask nervously, gaze slowly flickering to your reflection in the mirror. Your makeup artists pauses her work and sighs, standing up straight behind your chair and looking at you both in the mirror.

“It’s going to be okay y/n, you deserve to be on that stage more than anybody. You have all worked so hard for this, it’s time to enjoy it.” She smiles, before going back to her work. Yeah. I should enjoy it. It’s all I ever wanted after all, but I can’t shake away the lingering feeling that, something, or someone is missing.

Once I’m finally done with my makeup I walk over to Ian, who’s busy talking with our manager about something. The other girls were either getting their makeup or hair done, so I just silently stood by, having nothing to do.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Our manager spoke, i immediately nodded, replying with a fast ‘yes’ before pretending to busy myself with straightening out my clothes. Ian seemed to sense my unease, she quietly excused herself from our manager before gently pulling me off into a quiet corner.

“Something’s clearly up with you, you’ve never been this.. shaky before.” She sighs, her voice clearly laced with concern.

“I’m fine, seriously, it’s just.. nerves. This is a pretty big moment for us.” I try to calm her with my lame excuse, and she seemed to buy it, she smiled and embraced me tightly,

“It’ll be okay, we’ll do great out there.” I didn’t respond, just silently tightened my hold on her as i nodded into her shoulder.

“Yeah.. we will.” I reply quietly.

The buzz in our ears after our debut show was still there when we were back at our dorms. All the girls were tired yet extremely happy with our show. I still felt a lingering feeling of sadness, I couldn’t stop thinking about someone who i knew years ago, no idea where he was or if he even remembered I existed.

I laid awake in my bed.. the others sound asleep. My head wouldn’t quiet down, it continued spiralling with thoughts, “what if’s” and things that led me up to this very moment. I should be fulfilled like the other girls, but that happiness couldn’t quite reach my heart.

These thoughts continued plaguing my mind for weeks after our debut show, which I couldn’t help. Every time I closed my eyes it was as if I was met with his face staring back at me, and everytime I’d try to reach for it, he’d slip past my fingertips. I thought I was going crazy for months.

But then, as the beginning of fall came about, life was starting to look up again, me and my group had been doing great, we enjoyed our jobs extremely, getting to spend time with each other and just having that support from others was refreshing, I thought finally.. finally I didn’t have to think about him again.

One week into August, I walk into practice like normal, when I see the girls crowded around in a circle, all seemingly talking excitedly, what was this about? I began to approach and see they’re all looking at something on Yuha’s phone.

“What’s that?” I spoke up, their attention moved from the phone to look at me, before anyone answered Juun grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to see what was going on.

“Look!! A new boy group is debuting soon!” Carmen spoke excitedly, really? I look down at the phone and read the article they found, a new five member boy group under HYBE, well that seemed interesting.

“Have they announced the members yet?” I look up at them, Stella nodded enthusiastically and showed me something on her own phone, photos, seemingly taken by paparazzi. Five blurry photos of five individual guys, all of them wearing face masks to cover themselves.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until Stella swiped to another photo, a brunette guy with his head hung low, but my eyes couldn’t fool me, the way he carried himself, the small sliver of his eyes that I could see.. that was..

“Him..” I shakily point a finger to the photo of the fifth guy. “Who’s he?” My gaze looks across the room, some of the girls delivering a clueless expression and shrugging their shoulders, until Jiwoo spoke up.

“I think.. his name starts with an S? Seong.. something.” My heart was racing faster than ever, could it really be? After all this time? I took a shaky intake of air before breathing out slowly.

“Seonghyeon?” My voice was quiet, nervous, unsure if I should trust what I’m hearing and seeing. As I said that, Jiwoo snapped her fingers and nodded.

“Right! That’s his name.” She confirmed, “Seongyeon..” she repeats the name, as if thinking about something. “I think he’s your age.” She confirmed my suspicions.

All the noise around me seemed to deafen. All I could hear was the sound of my heart racing and my own heavy breathing. I even felt my eyes sting, I blinked rapidly, I felt the moisture of tears falling down my cheeks.

In an instant, the girls immediately hurried closer, their voices mixed together, filled with panic and confusion. I couldn’t form any words until Ian grabbed my face in her warm hands.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” her soothing voice hit my heart immediately, and I just mechanically nodded at her words before finally finding my voice, a solemn smile on my face as I wiped my tears with my sleeves.

“Yeah. Just fine.”

(I apologise in advance if this seems rushed </3)

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hey, FanaticTF here! Have a photo of my hamster as I request more Motormaster from you because, boy the way you wrote him! Has me rereading those HC over and over again and want to kick my feet.

Would love for you to expand on how he acts with the lower ranking bot he likes, because boy. I WANT HIM TO LOSE HIMSELF, HE DESERVES TOO! MADE HIM WAIT, AND WE BOTH KNOW HIS NOT A PATIENT MECH! HIS DEFIANTLY GONNA LOSE HIS COOL!

Anyways, love ya, hope you are doing well, and take your time with plenty of rest!

Her name is Coal btw, and she's 3 years old in July.

[G1] ♡ "ANSWER ME" Motormaster drabble

OMHOMGOGMOGMOGOMGOMOGM SHES SO CUTE! NAMING A LITTLE DIAMOND AS COAL... you've got a sense of humour XD enjoy @fanatictf

scenario: who the hell do you think you are to keep him waiting?

warnings: toxic, possessive, he's a douche tht doesn't care abt how u feel

note: reader is a low ranking decepticon, not a stunticon

He's been waiting for a response, he's been as patient as he can with you. Motormaster felt kind enough to allow you some time to process his words for which, he assumed you would feel grateful. Its been two solarcycles now and you're avoided him like he's got a rust infection! Every time he tries to confront you, you run off like the pathetic little morsel you are and it makes his engines rumble with rage...

What does he see in you? He often finds himself asking. You're nothing. A little bot much weaker than him, a lower rank nobody. Why does he allow you to infest in processor? Your colours, your face... The images flash from his memory banks and he finds himself increasingly frustrated that your plating isn't under his cold digits.

He wants to feel you, intimately. But you'd have to waterboard that information out of him. Knowing your rank, its irritating he feels this way about you. The truck huffs at the thought, he'd always assumed that he would've settled for a mech on par with him yet here he is thinking about you of all bots.

He just doesn't understand why you're so skittish about this. You should feel honoured he even has a shred of interest in you! A mech of his calibre isn't an easy catch. Motormaster even took the courtesy of admitting what he wants to you. He'd given up with the hint dropping, it only frustrated him to no bounds.

Was he abrasive with his proposal? Maybe. But it was the most direct he could've been. Cornering you and declaring how he felt, sure you were a little... scared but he'd assumed you'd get over it. Surely there's no fault from his side, Motormaster is positive about that. The King of the Road rarely makes a mistake. So who the frag do you think you are to keep him waiting on your response?

"I want you."

The words have been replaying through your processor for the past week or so. It makes your plating puff... Who the hell does Motormaster think he is to just... Confess like that to you!!! Was that even a confession??? He just declared the two of you were together like it was a decree from High Command!!! You're lucky no one else saw that, you might've never recovered from the humiliation otherwise... You're trying to make a name for yourself in this army that constantly undervalues you and then that loathsome stunticon comes your way, trying to court you!?

Just thinking about it makes you feel flustered... A sight rise in your internal temperatures. You know for a fact you don't really like Motormaster in that way.. Maybe? The scary part is how you're not so sure any more. On one hand, a 'confession' (if you could even call what he did that) is the last thing you want but on the other, when was the last time absolutely anyone felt that way for you?

You continue walking down the corridor with your thoughts disarrayed and fail to notice the mech you've been avoiding for so many cycles-

"I don't like to be kept waiting." You can hear the growl of his engines behinds you and it makes you stop dead in your tracks, completely forgetting about whatever errand Soundwave had asked of you to do as Motormaster stands in your view. And this time, you can't really run away from him either. The mech's thinly veiled impatience shows itself on his facial expressions momentarily when he sees you taking a step back.

"i-I just..." You're stammering a bit, you shake your helm and manage to pull yourself together. "I just need more time to uhm-"

"More time?" When did he get that close? He's taken a few steps towards you and his larger frame looks as imposing as ever, it makes you feel small in a way you don't like. There's a hint of anger flashing through his red optics and it sets off all alarms in your helm, you've seen an angry Motormaster before and you do NOT want to set him off... For the sake of Breakdown, Wildrider and Dragstrip.

You need to be careful with your words.

But his intense gaze locked down on you is making that really difficult.

"You know its... uh.. A lot to take in." You start off, trying to keep with his gaze. He is not pleased in the slightest. He huffs, unimpressed at best as he leans down a little, but enough to get face to face with you.

"You think you have a say in this?" He gnarls, a heavy bitter tone, far from romantic reaches your audio receptors. Was... Was your response the 'wrong choice'? Oh Primus- You go quiet for a second.

"i just thought that... well, if it didn't matter then, why would you want my reply?" Your voice goes quiet, almost vulnerable. Its an honest question, you are very confused here. What exactly does he want from you? Here you thought you were bad at communication. Like the humans say, there's always a bigger fish.

He snorts.

"That was just common courtesy, I was trying to be polite." He answers with a sigh. "But clearly, you don't seem to appreciate it." Motormaster snarls right in your face and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't, at least in one way, kind of attractive-

"You don't deserve it anyway." Motormaster recalls your ardent efforts in trying to avoid him but he's stubborn, he doesn't back down so easy. You see a flash of hesitance in his movements before his servos grips onto your upper arms firmly, trying to get his point across. You find yourself trapped in this hallway with Motormaster.

"You should feel honoured that I'm willing to court you in the first place," He mutters, in a low, dangerous tone that makes you go silent. A voice that commands your obedience and you feel compelled to listen, there might be something wrong with you to be willing to put up with his audacious behaviour.

"You have no choice in this matter. You're mine." He states it plainly, directly. How romantic. A small wave of discomfort sweeps through your frame as you compute what he means by that. This is definitely an abuse of authority in one form or another. But Decepticon HR would likely not care.

"...I understand." For once, his face seemed to light up. The correct response. The stands back up, looming over you. His servo reaches up to pat your helm with some sort of twisted affection. The purple mech even had a hint of a smile on his face for once. It felt oddly belittling.

"That's what I wanted to hear." He says before walking away to resume his duties, leaving you in that corridor regretting every life choice that put you in that position.

What have you gotten yourself into???

[xxtyongfs]

first post ! minors dni !

corruption kink!haechan who falls in love with you and your cute personality at first sight ♡

corruption kink!haechan, who's over the moon when you tell him you like him back

corruption kink!haechan, who tells you he'll be gentle with you the first time, but your cute expressions make him unable to hold back

corruption kink!haechan, who kisses your thighs after pounding your brains out, apologizing for going so rough

corruption kink!haechan who gets hard again once he notices your teary face, a switch in his mind goes off telling him that he needs to break you...

[jay72664]

Clingy bastard

Dazai’s grip around Chuuya tightened when he tried to get out of bed.

“Osamu, I have to use the bathroom,” the ginger says, voice laced with a mix of affection and annoyance.

“No,” the other man whines in response.

“Yes,” Chuuya says in a falsetto tone to mock him, managing to get his husband’s arm off of him in order to get up.

“But I can’t sleep without my chibi,” Dazai pouts, sticking out his lower lip.

“I’ll be back in like, three minutes; you’ll be okay,” Chuuya says, shaking his head, and heading to the bathroom.

Clingy bastard.

[batteryaced]

Hi shut up shhhh shhhhhhh this isn't about anything. I'm tried and at work and I hate my job.

Dddne.

Tw: Manipulated into drug use implied, paralyzed sex, non-con knife play.

Novocain.

A drug that numbs the body to feel no pain.

Frank doesn't know where you got it or why you gave it to him. But he took it non the less. He trusts you, he loves you, he said once he'd fucking die for you. Laying in bed brain fuzzy and body feeling disconnected. You looked so beautiful. He couldn't resist your sweet smile. The way you say his name is so darling.

"Come on Frankie.."

You bounced up and down on him. He can hear it but can't feel it. Everything from his neck down doesn't work. He just watches from his perched up position as you drag the knife along his stomach. Not enough to scar but enough for beads to form. Like a small paper cut in the skin on his gut.

His brain doesn't know whether he should scream or be turned on. He looks up at you dazed, confused. Everything is so blurry. Everything but your face, your body. The way you swipe your finger over the blood to lick it. It's hot and fucking terrifying.

He normally doesn't really understand the liking of blood. Never really understood the idea of pain during sex. But when he can't feel a thing he's starting to understand. He didn't even know you had the knife. He didn't ask before. Just handed him the drug and he took it.

Frank watches with droopy as you carve your initial right above his hip. Tears start to well up in his eyes. He doesn't know why, he can't feel it. You've given him about 12 different cuts over his body. Its probably from knowing this is wrong, that it should hurt.

"Good boy Frankie.."

Frank panics slightly. You push the scalpel into your thigh, moaning loud. A large 'F'. He tries to stop you, to cry out. Nothing comes out. Just choked sobs and mumbled gibberish. Droplets of your blood fall into his.

You cry out as you force his fingers to push into your wound. Tell him it's his fault, that this is what he does to you. That you just need him. That you deserve him. And now you're marked together, forever.

The sound doesn't reach his ears. He's starting to feel the cuts. Feel your blood drip on him. He can't even remember your name, or why he's here. He should've just stayed home and smoked with Mikey. The pain is excruciating when you make one final cut. Down his forearm. Just missing the main vein.

He screams, something so soothing to your ears. You smile. That same sweet smile that got him here. And he almost folds again. Something about you isn't right. You're wrong, face seems distorted. But you're human. Perfectly, grossly human.

"So good Frankie.."

[closer2closure]

milk & kisses

ville valo / f!reader

a/n: sorry for my absence, work has been taking up so much time recently. this is a bit self indulgent — simply because i’ve been daydreaming about this scenario quite a lot. thought a lot about 2003 ville < 3 :-).

warnings: mostly fluff, slightly suggestive

wc: 2k

“gosh, i’m exhausted,” you complained in a whisper, as you sank into the edge of the bed, slipping off the several of layers you had stacked upon yourself in the morning, before your tackling your treacherous schedule of attending the day’s courses and a morning shift. you had returned home and to your room to a fond surprise: your boyfriend still tucked asleep in your bed and bundled in your sheets as sunlight seeped through the blinds, a gentle reminder that he had in fact slept until noon. ville sleepily grunted in reply of your sudden movement on the bed, rolling over to lay himself face down on your pillows that he had now drooled all over, and reaching out an arm to rub your lower back in greeting. you found him so humorous, although it was for the most unintentional reasons — he acted like such a cat, the way he slept for hours throughout the day and his general personality, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. “good morning, again.” you looked over your shoulder as your hands worked to untie your shoe laces, admiring how ville’s curls had become tangled in his sleep.

he huffed in response, his heavy eyelids, caked with days old eyeliner, finally opening up towards you, a smile creeping onto his face at the sight of you. ville thought you were the most precious thing ever; the smallest things you did, such as peering over your shoulder to greet him, already had him resisting the urges to tug you by the torso and under the sheets — if only he weren’t so tired. “good morning, doll.”

you felt like a teenager with the way you felt yourself react to ville’s sweet names for you. the sight of him didn’t help, either — he was snug in your blankets, presumably shirtless, as the sunlight that seeped from the windows reflected glimmer at its touch to his bare back. you trailed tour gaze from where his hand had slid under the back of your shirt to his face, his sleepiness caught him vulnerable, and feeling your skin after only a few hours of you being gone making him feel that he had gone months without you. you couldn’t always help but stare in awe frequently at the sight of ville.

he was not oblivious to your habit, more so, he was fond of it, and sucked up every second you so admirably studied him; he was smitten at your attentiveness to him. ville sat up from here he had laid, crawling closer to where you sat on the edge of the bed, his hand staying firm on the small of your back all throughout the movement.

“let’s get back to bed if you’re so tired, yeah? doesn’t a nap sound good, love?” he cooed, leaning in to whisper into the shell of your ear, chuckling as your face reddened and turned away, pulling off your shoes that you had forgotten you were unlacing.

“… i’d like that. have you not slept the whole day, though?” you sharply inhaled, feigning some sort of confidence to cover the fact that you were practically putty under him. not only had ville caught you red handed with your staring problem again, but he was, in fact, shirtless, and now practically leaning himself against your back. eventually, both of his hands were crawling up your shirt, crawling to unhook your bra and guiding you to get it out from under your shirt. he would victoriously fish it out hooked on a finger from under your tee, stuffing it god knows where on where he claimed was “his” side of the bed. you could only scoff in disbelief of how much of a man he would act like at times.

ville’s hands would soon return to find warmth under your shirt, that would end up him cupping your breasts and brushing his finger pads across your nipple. he had gained a habit of subconsciously playing with your breasts whenever it seemed appropriate, becoming more of an act of a strange display of affection, though not always trying to get in your pants. his hands lingered, coming down and onto your back, where he had begun massaging you tenderly as you leaned backwards onto him. “has anyone ever told you how good you are with your hands?” you joked, resting your head on his collarbone, snickering to yourself as you heard ville scoff.

“no, not really.” he joked in return, his hands slithering to the front of your waist, hooking you closer into his figure. he pulled you into the center of the bed where you were now practically laying on him, letting yourself bask in the moment. the rays of light kissed your flesh warm, while ville’s innocent touches and sweet flirts burned your heart. after a long day, this is all you wanted — all you could have asked for. you’d rolled off off him onto the mattress, shutting your eyes as you breathed in the musk scent of ville that lingered on your sheets. the slight notes of cigarette smoke made you reminiscent on the first time you had met your now boyfriend, to which you could only grin ear to ear to yourself at the memories.

ville slumped next to you, propping his head up on his hand that he leaned on, enamored at the peace that radiated off of you. his free hand tucked itself into your hair, caressing it as he felt your arms tangle around his hips, pulling him closer to you. the sound of the birds chirping on the other side of the window sung softly amidst the summer quiet. “you should stop going to class and work and spend all that time in bed with me, darling.” ville suggested with a slight plea in his tone — though he tried to play it cool, you knew him enough to see through his facade, he was truly just like a begging child.

“we would rot here. i doubt you’d able to not be in the studio for that long, either.”you stupidly smiled in reply, pressing kisses onto his collarbone before peering up to him.

“aye? you really think i would prefer being in a room with four guys than in bed with you?” he snickered, his free hand coming to brush your hair out of your face.

you shrugged, “if you minded it that much, you wouldn’t be off touring so often.” you bit back another shit eating grin; you entertained yourself by putting him in these loops of questions. ville rolled his eyes, his hand trailing down your curves to rest on your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, somehow affirming that he would much rather spend all his days alongside you than have to leave you alone for months.

“you drive me mad. you know that, doll?” he replied, his hand coming down to grasp the flesh on the back of your thigh. “even when i’m away, the thought of you gets me so worked up. the calls aren’t enough.”

it’s like he could see directly how his words made your soul mush, as he chewed on his lip with his bright eyes staring right down at yours. suddenly, he nudged you off of your side and laid you back flat against the bed, crawling to tower over you. his bitten up lips peppered yours and your jaw in wet kisses, as a hand lingered over the hem of your shirt once again to pull it upwards, stopping it right under your chest to expose your torso. his fingers ghosting over your rib cage snd stomach before finding its way into your hair, caressing it out of your face whenever it got in his path of kisses.

“baby, i’m too tired, i don’t think i can right now.” you gulped feeling your face flush, taken aback in shock of the sudden bliss that consumed every sense. your hands instinctively found ville’s waist, trailing along his sides as he traced his fingers over your hair and jawline. he lifted his head from where he had been inhaling your scent, his blinking resembling a cat’s slow blinks. full of adoration and peace.

“me neither, sweetheart. let me love you while you relax.” he purred before returning to collide his lips to yours. there was an erotic tranquility that set in the moment — the heat between the two of you was warm enough to cause goosebumps against your cold skin, but ville was so tender. he nibbled at your lips for an entrance, his tongue finding yours inside of your mouth. unintentionally, he moaned against your mouth — although it wasn’t the first time he had moaned at your touch, it had felt like you were making out with him for the first time again. you smiled against his lips at the pure music that you had heard come from him.

he had let his body weight fall upon yours, leaning into your face like a hungry man in need to consume you for survival. your hands came up to entangle in his bedhead curls, pulling him closer into you. noses clashed, foreheads bumped, yet you had never felt so innocently needy for your boyfriend’s mouth on your own. it felt different this time around, maybe it was your exhaustion and his morning drowsiness, with the afternoon sun urgent to make its presence in the room that made this moment feel so unique. passion was thick in the evening air, though refreshing and serene. in such a harmonious ambience, you could only dream of simply falling asleep in the moment.

“i hate having to leave you. i don’t like thinking about it, either, love.” ville pulled away to catch stray breaths, gasping to you before quickly smushing himself to you once more. while your lips continued to be slick and bitten by ville and his saliva, you began to notice his heart pounding against his chest onto your breast. it was incredible how the mere thought of your absence had already made him miss you, but you weren’t complaining, if it meant he would try to eat you alive by making out.

“maybe we should reconsider rotting in here?” you airily giggled, pulling away to lick your lips and wipe them with the back of your hand. ville breathed staggeringly, resting his chin on your chest as he regained his composure. clearly, he relished the way you licked his saliva off of your mouth by the way he tried to hide away his smile and the way his heartbeat felt like it was bound to explode.

“i wouldn’t be against it,” ville replied, tugging the comforter over himself as he spoke, “let’s start now.” he added. you shook your head with a chuckle — he had woken up less than an hour ago, made out with you, and that had been all that had taken for him to be sleepy again?

“haven’t you slept all day?” you asked, in a matter of fact. he truly was if a cat had become human.

“yes, but you said you were exhausted. unless you would like to do something to really tire you out, darling?” he raised his eyebrows at you with a sly, joking expression that suggested it all, to which you could only laugh your embarrassment away with. you grabbed the sheet that he had pulled over the both of you, tugging it closer.

“on second thought, i think a nap sounds perfect.” you pretended to yawn, watching ville yawn in reaction to yours. he chuckled, rolling off of and next to you, pulling you close.

“oh, thank goodness. my pecker would snap off if we did anything this early.” he joked, before snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. it was two in the afternoon, but you only shook your head at your own dismissal of the thought. if you had said yes, you knew ville wouldn’t had hesitated to immediately bend you over, but the thought of him spooning you while you napped wad a much nicer idea at the moment.

[mapleluvssyrup]

MK hides in Wukongs cape.

Wukong is warm as a furnace and he finds comfort in that, some part of him feels like it could fix him and make him feel whole but it never quite does, and he eventually grows so frustrated by it that he tries to stop because it’s just making him angrier only to go right back to it out of habit.

Wukong doesn’t tease him for it, he sort of accepts him as a leech of sorts and never bothers asking why it even started up in the first place.