Accidents... - Yunho

Nintendo Characters in Traditional Japanese Art Style made by Ukiyo-e Heroes

THIS THING HAS JUST ROASTED ME

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[10:34]

the morning after

The rays of sunshine disrupt your sleep, waking you up despite the thick curtains. Seonghwa was still asleep or pretending, his bruised neck reminding you of the steamy night you spent together. Seonghwa had made you feel so good that you would not be surprised to receive a complain letter from your neighbours in the mailbox. The pleasure he gave you was so intense that it was difficult for you to contain yourself.

Seonghwa opened his eyes and smiled when he noticed you. His hand caressed his bare chest, the other bringing it to his mouth to stifle a yawn. No words were exchanged, just glances and smiles, as well as much slower and softer kisses than those of last night. Your legs hurt a bit and you hoped that you would be able to walk without too much difficulty. Your lover offered to go make breakfast, so he sat on his side of the bed and started stretching his arms over his head. He did this every morning, yet you couldn’t help but admire the muscles that sculpted his back. If you looked closer, you could see scratches, your only way to release the pleasure without making too much noise.

Seonghwa’s eyes scanned the clothes long forgotten on the floor, but he found nothing that seemed to belong to him. He winked at you before exiting the room, leaving you no choice to get up. Your legs were heavier than usual but it was bearable. A piece of white fabric at your feet caught your eye, it was the shirt Seonghwa wore last night. Smiling, you passed it over your body, wrapping you in a cocoon, covering the necessary. When you arrived in the kitchen, the young man was cracking eggs in a pan for the two of you. You walked on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his chest, tenderly kissing his warm skin. Laying your head against his back, you felt his muscles move properly, your presence not disturbing him. “This is my shirt, isn’t it?” You felt him playfully tug on the edge of a sleeve. He drew back from the cooker and took you in his arms, kissing your head. “Maybe, maybe not.” You smile at him and laugh when you see his ears becoming red. “Do you want it back?” You innocently said as Seonghwa’s cheeks became even redder at your teasing, imagining you walking in panties around the apartment. He shook his head and hugged you tightly, decreasing the heat of the stove. “Keep it baby, you wear it better than me anyway.” You kissed his collarbone and freed yourself from his embrace, letting him prepare the meal for you.

One of my favorite moments from book 3🥰

firsts

Synopsis: reader’s first time with each character*

Warning -> NOTSFW (18+) (sex -> penetration, fingering, touching, groping, biting, slightly rough sex, detailed*)

Diluc

Kaeya

Albedo

Childe

Zhongli

Scaramouche

Anthology

You tell them you’re pregnant 💕

Pairings: Diluc, Childe and Kaeya [separately] x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some suggestive parts, idk? But it’s basically fluff. Ignore any mistakes and enjoy!

Diluc 🦉

You woke up feeling terrible.

You were feeling nauseous.

You were laid down on your bed of your shared room. Diluc was by your side, his arms around your waist. Sunlight rays entered the room even with a curtain in the windom.

Opening your eyes, you saw the still sleeping form of your husband and tooking off his arms from around your waist carefully to not wake him up, you got out of the bed.

You were feeling dizzy, your lower belly was aching and your stomach was sick. Feeling a urge to throw up, you went to the bathroom quietly to not bother Diluc.

Falling in the ground onto your knees, you emptied your stomach. While doing it, you felt a hand caressing your back, and soon your hair was being held up by that hand.

When you finished, you kept sat down in your knees, your head leaned against his shoulder.

"Sorry for waking you up, Diluc..." You whispered, without looking at him.

"You could have called me once you got out of the bed. Why didn't you do it? " His tone was worried. His hand still caressing your back.

"I-I didn't wanted to bother you..." You admitted.

"We are married, (Name). I should help you with anything... You can count on me for whatever you need" He was kind of... Upset?

You nodded and he helped you get up of the floor. Brushing your teeth, you felt your stomach getting sick again because of the taste of the toothpaste, but you tried to hide your problem from him. Finishing your cleaning, you went to your shared bedroom again, just to get ready to go to the Cathedral to confirm your thoughts.

"Congrats, (Name)! You're pregnant!" Barbara said happily.

You were expecting that already. You were suspicious about it for some weeks now.

"Thank you for helping me, Barbara!"

At night you had to tell Diluc you were carrying his child.

"Hey, love..." You whispered.

"Yes?" Diluc seemed unapproachable as always.

"I need to tell you something..."

"About your pregnancy?" He mumbled.

"W-what? How did you..." He cut you delicately:

"I noticed you missed your period for two months, baby... And I'm happy to start a family with you" Diluc kissed your lips lovingly.

Childe 🌊

You were spending some days at the beach with your boyfriend Childe. But one certain day, before going to the beach itself, while you were putting on your bikini you noticed it was tighter.

‘How have I put on weight so quickly? I dind’t change my habits and…’ Your thoughts were shut up when Childe arrived the bedroom of the hotel you guys were.

“Damn, you look amazing, baby” Didn’t he noticed that your belly were a little swollen?

“Umm… Thank you, love” You whispered shyly.

“Let me put on sunscreen on you, I don’t want you to get a sunburn” His fingers applied the product with care on you. When he arrived at your little swollen belly you thought he would comment something but he was silent all the way. Was he playing a trick on you?

Arriving at the beach, you guys thankfully had fun there, even though you were feeling strange. Your stomach was aching and you were really tired even relaxing all time in the trip.

“Hey girlie, I’m going to swim a little bit, do you wanna come?” He said after some hours you guys were at the beach.

“Ajax, we spent so much time in the sea my skin is wrinkled” You said smiling, denying his plea.

“Nah, a shame, so I’ll go alone” He kissed you on the lips before running towards the ocean.

You observed him from afar. Childe was handsome and he was such a caring boyfriend to you. If your suspicions were correct, you were pregnant with his baby. You had missed three periods without letting him notice, even with his constant worry about your health. You said it could be normal in some situations. He seemed that he believed you.

That afternoon was calm and warm, but that night you suffered a lot. While your boyfriend was taking a shower, you sneaked out to have a pregnancy test. (Let’s pretend those exist in Teyvat).

‘Yay (Name), you got pregnant in the night of Ajax’s birthday’ You thought to yourself.

“Hey love, I ordered seafood to us, how that sounds to you?” Tartaglia said when he left the shower. Only hearing the word ‘seafood’ made your stomach ache. But you tried your very best to eat it with him, since he was so happy to have that kind of dinner with you.

You had only ate some shrimp when you left the table running towards the bathroom.

“(Name)?” Childe’s worried voice followed you. “Oh love… You could have said you didn’t want seafood, I could have order something else” He mumbled, holding your hair.

After you finished and cleaned your mouth, you laid down on the bed with Childe by your side.

“Poor baby… You look pale and you’re sweating a lot” He whispered, kissing your hair.

“Your food will get cold, dear” You told him, trying to get some time quiet to think about what you had just discovered.

“I don’t care. I’m not really hungry… Are you feeling any better?”

“Ajax… I have some news to share” You regretted your words instantly.

“Uh? You can tell me anything, love”

“I’m… Well, I’m pregnant… That’s why I couldn’t eat the seafood” You enlaced his hands with yours right above your lower belly.

“Oh… Oh!” He realized how big that news were. “So I really knocked you up on my birthday’s night, uh?” He said openly.

“That’s what you’re going to say when I tell you you’re going to be a father?” You face palmed.

“I’m just kidding, girlie. Ne, I’m happy as ever. I can’t wait to spoil them like I do with Teucer”

“They aren’t going to be spoiled by you, dummie” You punched his arm weakly.

“Nah, they’ll do be spoiled by me and you can’t do anything about that”

Kaeya ❄

You were training with your boyfriend Kaeya in the wild. You worked for the Knights of Favonious so your schedule was always busy and some of the short time you spent with Kaeya was full with draining trains.

"(Name), you're slower than usual. Is something bothering you, love?" Well, yes. The unbearable nausea you were feeling was killing you.

Kaeya once again used his sword against you, only to you not defend yourself from his attack.

"What's happening?" He said frustrated. "If you're going to train badly like this we will be better at our home"

"Please, don't say that, Kaeya" You pleaded, trying so hard to just not throw up right there. "I can do it, let's start once again, please" You spoke quietly, uncertainty in your voice. You weren't sure if you'd be able to catch up with his expectations that afternoon.

'I missed my last two periods... I may be pregnant and yet I'm still working so hard I'm almost passing out in exhaustion' you thought, loosing once again the opportunity of striking back his attack.

“Archons, let’s go home, (Name). You’re looking strange and shaken up I think it will be better if we stop now” Was the last thing you heard before passing out.

You woke up on the Cathedral, with Kaeya by your side.

“(Name)! Thank gods you’re awake!” The Calvary Captain told you, holding your hand carefully.

Barbara and Jean were there too, a little bit away from you and your boyfriend, talking with each other, but once they saw you were awake, they came towards you with worry their gaze.

“(Name), you passed out of nowhere… You’re somewhat weak, sweetheart” Jean said, smiling with compassion.

“You’re overworking yourself, it’s not good for you or for the baby you’re carrying” Kaeya was assenting automatically with Barbara’s words until he heard the last part.

“Baby? What do you mean…? Oh gods… (Name)! You were working so hard overtime and training like crazy while pregnant?” Kaeya looked astonished.

“I wasn’t sure I was pregnant, so I couldn’t just quit my duties as a knight, Kaeya”

“Oh gods, my girlfriend is a workaholic… (Name), you’re passing through a delicate moment and you can’t push your limits like that, especially in the beginning of a pregnancy!” Your boyfriend reprimanded you carefully to not hurt your feelings.

“So I am indeed pregnant… I can’t even believe it” You whispered, your thumb caressing your lower belly above the fabric of your blouse.

“Congratulations” The sisters told you lovingly, before giving you and Kaeya some privacy.

“So you’re going to ignore what I just said about your health, babe?” Kaeya joked.

“Well… I’m sorry, love… I’m just surprised, you know”

“I’m surprised too, but that is what happen when you cum insi-“

“Shut up, Kaeya. If you don’t have anything better to say, save it” You said, faking anger.

“I’m sorry, princess… I am really happy to have a child with you, since you know… I’m so charming that your body had no other choice than make a baby for me” You rolled your eyes, gaining a laughter from your boyfriend. “Thank you (Name), you just made me the happiest man alive with this news” You accepted his peck on your lips when you got up to go home.

ateez as drunks

hongjoong

giggly bouncie and absolutely reckless drunk

de-ages into a five year old child 

but… a five year old child… with vodka in hand

ridiculously good mood, won’t even realise if the bar is on fire

he probably did it though

laughs at everything, dances to everything, pukes over everything

act like he’s having the best night of his life and drinks like there will be no consequences the morning after

you wonder if alcohol is an energy drink from how much he’s bouncing around

basically a human pinball

please save him before he crashes into someone

reckless

falls all over the place like there’s an earthquake going on

needs to be accompanied by a responsible adult at all times (read: seonghwa)

drinks his vodka from a wine glass because he wants to feel sophisticated

often dragged out of the bar by the ear

but he’s giggling at the pain so all’s good

clingy

does not know his limits

does not remember his name by the time the night ends

but who cares!! happy times are here to stay :D (at least until the hangover next day :/)

insists that he isn’t drunk

thinks he’s superman, hulk and sailor moon all at once

hide all his toys or you’ll end up visiting him in the ER the next morning

drink of choice: vodka

tolerance level: two shots and he’s twerking to beyonce

morning after: regretting life

seonghwa

sophisticated-but-it’s-a-facade drunk

only buys the expensive alcohol

you will not catch him drinking out of the bottle (the horror!! the unsophistication!! is unsophistication even a word? who cares!!)

only uncultured swine do that, and he’s not one of them

becomes extra confident

sticks out his tongue a lot when eyeing people on the dance floor but doesn’t realise he’s cross eyed

will tell you his entire life story

multiple times

in the same night

pretends he’s sophisticated by explaining the difference between scotch and whiskey

or at least he thinks he is

the answers gets mixed up every night

speaks in hypothesizes and parables that no one is sober enough to understand

discusses deep questions like the meaning of life, how many eiffel towers can fit into the mariana trench and whether cereal or milk comes first

the other members call him pretentious but he just remains silent and sips his alcohol with his legs crossed

needs to remember that there’s a very very fine line between confidence and overconfidence

and that driving back home is not a good idea

does not take kindly to being offered glasses of water (is that an insult?)

has made ‘fake it till you make it’ an art form

choice of drink: whiskey/scotch (he actually can’t tell the difference)

tolerance level: seven glasses (or so he claims)

morning after: trying to convince everyone he wasn’t drunk

yunho

chewed gum drunk

touchy feely with everyone

hands will be all over something, the leather arm of the couch, a potted cactus he found from god knows where, someone’s ass-

might get hit

touches progress from friendly feely to romantic feely to uhh… questionable feely

just wants to have fun

having fun means drinking double your weight in alcohol and doing absolutely stupid stuff

“there is no place for illogical things here like common sense!!”

does not accept any excuses from anyone, not even the quiet one

has probably definitely made some regrettable choices

either scaring everyone off the dance floor or giving overused generic advice about romantic relationships to the waterworks drunk

“marry someone who can cook. looks go away, hunger does not.”

causes more drama than he actually solves

drama queen, wants all the tea and can never remember it the morning after   

grabby hands

you could be making a conversation halfway and his hands will be all over you

keep slapping them away

becomes everyone’s new best friend in one night

“you are valid, you are beautiful, and i love you sweetie”

makes big promises that will never happen

promises to call but never gets their phone numbers

often the last man standing, the last man drinking, or the last man stumbling his way out of the party

doesn’t need anybody to have a crazy good time

choice of drink: rum and cider

tolerance level: when the sun rises

morning after: there is no morning after, the night doesn’t end

yeosang

hulk drunk

starts off as quiet

didn’t want to come

just wants to go home

got dragged along by bad life decisions drunk

decides to make the best of his time here and orders a water

mistakes absinthe for his order and tries to down it in one mouth and chokes

after five minutes he becomes angry drunk

storms up to the bar and demands five more glasses

doesn’t order typical drinks

either trying to wipe his memory or give himself liver failure

gin is a bitter thing to swallow, but it’s his bitter drink to swallow

takes it neat because he’s already making bad life decisions and what’s one more

wants to chill, but wants to chill hard

firing savageness at people who are there and people who aren’t there

rbf that scares off everyone in a ten mile radius

the amount of alcohol he consumes is an exponential curve - the more he drinks, the more he drinks

convinced that everyone is speaking shit about him at all times, even when they aren’t talking

gets into fights over something dumb, like one person drinking vodka from a wine glass

gives zero f*cks 

middle fingers for days

too smol for anyone to take seriously

choice of drink: water, then anything the bar will give him

tolerance level: nobody

morning after: doesn’t remember a thing

san

stripper drunk

never goes to the same club twice

starts off pretty calm

supposed to be responsible for making sure bad life decisions drunk doesn’t make bad life decisions

sort of succeeds tries his best

until he gets his hands on tequila shots and all hell is thrown into the flames

party hasn’t started till his insides are on fire, then he’s lit

coughs out more than what goes in

outrageous dance moves - they’re either bad enough to give you eye cancer or are nearing R-rated at best

lowkey some sort of exhibitionist

smarmy face

tries to make sucking a lemon look sexy

loses clothing items as the night progresses but at least has one piece of clothing left at the end of the night

but they may not be on his bottoms

might put his underwear on his head

wants to dominate the dance floor

always has a drink in hand

grinds on any surface he can find

realises midway through the night that he’s supposed to be responsible for bad life decisions drunk

can’t find him anyway and gives up

seduces people by saying “i heard you’re thirsty” and pouring water on them

blows up on someone’s instagram story for either good or bad reasons

random party goers will find articles of clothing located in the strangest places

choice of drink: tequila shots

tolerance level: honestly doesn’t need alcohol to make bad life decisions

morning after: either dying from shame or wondering whether he’s thick skinned enough to head back to the club to search for that gucci shirt he lost

mingi

waterworks drunk

trying to drown himself in his drinks or in his tears

clingy as a koala

overthinks everything

cries over everything and anything

spends the night telling everyone how much he loves them even if it’s the first time he’s met them his entire life

reminisces about the good ol’ times both real and hallucinatory

sobs when “we don’t talk anymore” comes on

wildly over-exaggerated declarations

looks permanently like a kicked puppy

over dramatic gestures that might end up hitting the hulk drunk and starting a fight

his drinks are salty from his tears

overly emotional

can’t remember how to read, write or speak

will be found being comforted by the chewed gum drunk

never on the drunk floor, can often be found in washrooms

nothing much you can do to stop him from crying

offer him a large order of chicken nuggets and tissues and he might stop eventually

don’t get your hopes high though

if you do choose to comfort him be prepared to sacrifice your shirt

you’re not going to get the copious amounts of snot and tears out of the front

raps out his feelings in the form of watery fire

gets dehydrated fast

please bring along a water bottle for him

choice of drink: no one knows but he seems pretty wasted…

tolerance level: one sip and he needs ten glasses of water

morning after: dried out squid, please water him

wooyoung

bad life decisions drunk

loses every bit of rational decision making after one mouth of wine

tells stripper drunk to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid before heading to the party, but that in itself is already a bad life decision

another example of “doesn’t need alcohol to make really bad life decisions”

like those terrible youtube videos where they dm a hundred youtubers except he messages a hundred of his exes, even the ones that don’t exist

no idea what the word “consequences” mean

logic is powerless

seems like he’s out to ruin his own life

whipping out his credit card to make impulse purchases on the way back

lucky he asked yeosang to change his credit card number before leaving for the club

see, he’s not totally terrible at making life decisions!!

craves shots

picks up random drinks lying around even if they don’t belong to him, sniffs them and downs them even if they smell suspicious

please remove any beverages you see him holding

some very unsolicited crotch grabs on the dance floor

needs censorship

likely to wake up in a police cell with no idea how he got there

turns into depressed weepy drunk if one of his “ex”es reply with “bro who is this?”

“she doesn’t even remember me-”

goes to the balcony to scream out his feelings

no one can hear him over the bass

makes it his mission to get ridiculously wasted afterwards and no one sees him till the next morning

try to stop him from sending nudes

choice of drink: cheap dry red wine

tolerance level: “it’s not me it’s you” break ups

morning after: “i sent this?” and silently blocking everyone he drunk messaged the night before

jongho

ghost drunk

the most mysterious of all drunk types

orders one drink and disappears for the rest of the night without a trace

does not reply to texts or calls

no one can find him but you might stumble upon him on the way back ordering greasy fried chicken take out and burgers for the next morning for the rest of the members

since he disappears for the entire night until its time to leave everyone thinks he had the wildest night out

actually took one mouthful of his drink, got tired and crashed on one of the couches upstairs

makes his own cider

choice of drink: beer

tolerance level: apples and 50kg dumbbells, one for each arm

morning after: catching vomit waterfalls

℘ ━ ❝ 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 ﹔childe x fem!reader

℘ SYPNOSIS ━ wherein childe is y/n’s “ex” who suddenly texts her back after a year demanding . . . more like begging for a comeback. wait, did they even break up?

℘ CW ━ nsfw jokes, mentions of having sex but no smut, horrible humor, cussing, slight ayato x reader

℘ AUTHOR NOTES ━ another smau lmao... anyway ahahah wsg

℘ TAGLIST ━ OPEN SEND AN ASK !

℘ ━ ❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

the gays ﹔hearthrobs (not rlly)

01 : birthday present . . 02 : theyre friends?!

03 : we were fuck buddies, thats it . . 04 : a traitor?

05 : secret agents . . 06 : abort mission

07 : there’s a tape? . . 08 : to be added..

wei wuxian: im such a terrible person :((( im the cause of everything bad :(((((( who could ever love me :((((((((

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