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raiire · 1 year
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qxziiivi · 2 years
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I've been thinking about this for quite some time....
zhong li can't be left alone. he constantly needs someone around to keep him from thinking.... mostly about the past. before, his life was brightened up by the wonderful gui zhong, but now she is not by his side. unfortunately
if zhong li is left alone, his thoughts will eat him up. therefore, he needs talkative hu tao and tartaglia just to continue to live.
one day, he will lead them to where gui zhong is buried and say goodbye to her for the last time.
leave her favorite flowers next to the tombstone, and then return to liyue, where he will offer tartaglia or hu tao to walk around the city or drink tea. and everything will be fine
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I don't know what it is, I just miss zhong li in the plot lately
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lqfiles · 2 years
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(8:23) boyfriend duties.
"i told you to stop doing that." the husky voice of the boy next to you who had kept his gaze on you for the past minute, spoke with a hint of disappointment. your own eyes diverted to stare back at the one's of the guy who's heavy stare hadn't stopped. "it's just dead skin, chenle. i won't die." you retorted back with a sheepish grin, heart fluttering a bit because of your boyfriend's worried look that was apparent in his eyes and the way his eyebrows arched down. "it's not just dead skin, (—). it's dead skin that could rip your healthy skin anytime if you continue to peel on it like that." he warned, subtly reaching his hand out so your maths teacher wouldn't notice the conversation that was going on at the back. you chuckled, teasingly pulling your hand away from him and hiding it behind your back. he took notice of the playful grin on your lips and let out a deep sigh which made you giggle in return. "stop playing around, i'm worried." chenle muttered, eyes back on the worksheet that had been passed around.
"huh? what was that last part?" you asked, lurching slightly his way after you gave the worksheet to the person in the seat next to you. chenle scoffed. the two of you had only recently started dating and he emphasised that he wasn't one to openly display or express his love, and to not take it too personal if he never says the 'romantic three words'. chenle himself couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth without much thoughts, too embarrassed to even repeat it. "you heard me." he rolled his eyes before they landed back on your figure. the first thing he noticed was the huge grin you were trying to suppress, making him feel flustered. the second thing he noticed was the slight colour change of your cheeks. he stared longer than he intended to, shaking his head eventually to gain focus. "whatever, it shouldn't be a surprise to you that i worry and care about you (—), you're my girlfriend, as your boyfriend it's my duty to take care of you." he said as his eyes stayed stuck on the piece of paper in front of him, but you caught how the corner of his lip started twitching upwards. you realised how this was the first time since he had confessed to you that he had expressed his love and worry about you. the words replayed in your head, sending a small tingling feeling to the pits of your stomach. this shouldn't affect you that much. but as chenle had taken ahold of your hand and placed it into his own warm one before tying a plaster around your finger, and drawing a small emoticon on it, you wondered how on earth you managed to get such a gentleman to be in love with you out of million others.
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winwintea · 17 hours
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secure that card! 01. the plan
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SUMMARY ▸ zhong chenle is the owner of many cards. a black card? he owns that. he even has a stanford student id card. the one card he doesn’t own though? a green card. and if chenle plays his cards right, he just may be able to secure one by wooing you. or it could all fall through… who knows?
AUTHORS NOTE ▸ “肏你妈” is a slang in chinese that means ‘fuck you’ but it’s literal definition is ‘fuck your mother’ 💀 + in chenle’s last message to yan an “爱你哥” is just him saying ‘i love you bro’ in chinese. also apologies for the shitty cropping 😭 i learned how to crop the texts better later so bare with me
TAG LIST ▸@marvelahsobx @lyvhie @odxrilove @jkslvsnella @aquaphoenixz
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denim-bias · 4 months
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fernflowerss · 7 months
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I'm crying! I love them so much!
The new soldier poet king lyric video is so cute, i love that the song keeps getting attention.
The detail put in the video is lovely too, i love how it's not just a music video but it has a really well animated visual side to it (does it make a music video then?), also LOVING the fairytale/pop up book aesthetic, it really fits.
But most important of all
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✨they spin✨ qwq
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cpopjukebox · 4 months
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fairyofthehollow · 5 months
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the lack of chenle edits on tiktok is criminal. i’ve watched the same fifteen over and over and over again. we need more people editing chenle PLEASE
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kpop-bbg · 7 months
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arytha · 2 months
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The next day, Zhong Chengshuo was almost dragged by Yin Ren to the dessert shop. He had just left and ordered a quick delivery to send the cake he had bought yesterday back home. As a result, when he went back to the store, he saw Yin Ren ordering a wedding cake. “It was the biggest one they have,” Yin Ren said with great satisfaction. Zheng Chengshuo’s hand slightly trembled. Careless. After all, this was a guy suffering from amnesia. All the things he did were so completely outrageous that they were hard to fathom. He turned to the clerk with a sullen face. “Sorry, can you please refund it.” Yin Ren huffed aggrievedly, “Why! This is my salary—” “I said last night that you must discuss it with me before you can spend it.” “You also said that I could buy it myself if I liked it.”
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After a while, Liang Shan drove over to the hotel to pick them up. At first glance, he saw a melancholy Zhong Chengshuo, who was holding a huge box. “This is…?” “I tried my best,” Zhong Chengshuo rushed to answer. “Mr. Liang, do you like cake?” Yin Ren nodded hard at him from behind the box. Liang Shan: “……”
Yin Ren wins!! His big wedding cake now
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ruiconteur · 5 months
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“i finally understand now. i really shouldn’t laze around and read a novel the night before my exam—karma will bite me in the ass!!” LMAO
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monarchamos · 1 year
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ive always liked to think that zhongli and guizhong were siblings bc like. thats just their vibe. inseparable and iconic sibling duo.
guizhong is definitely the elder sister of the two, and in canon she totally saw this strong but dense guy with nothing to do and decided "im adopting him, he is now my baby brother and i am going to make sure he becomes my bestie and a good person"
especially with their names, if in modern au their parents definitely gave them matching names on purpose
also theyd definitely have banter with each other like
Zhongli: Gui, get off the fucking table, move Guizhong: No way! I was here way before you, and I wanna sit on the table! Zhongli, pushing her off anyway: I don't care about sitting on the table, but I care about the fact that YOU LEAVE DUST EVERYWHERE YOU SIT YOUR ASS AT Guizhong: OH YEAH? WELL AT LEAST MY FUCKING POWERS DONT RELY ON SOME PIECE OF PAPER, LI-DIDI Zhongli: FUCK YOU Guizhong: FUCK YOU MORE Both, for like a minute: ... Zhongli: anyway Marchosius wants to know if you want boiled fish or bamboo shoot soup for dinner Guizhong: Oh! Boiled fish.
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itsaleph · 1 year
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@jasperzhongqi
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Chu Ran is shook
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decthe-a · 2 years
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I may seem like a big Zhongli simp... But it has to be noted that I am also a Tartaglia simp and he is the reason I even got into Genshin. So it’s all over whenever I get the energy to add him here like I planned to like 2 months ago :)
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neochan · 5 months
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≡ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒! (𝟏𝟖+)
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「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ mark lee, huang renjun, lee jeno, na jaemin, lee haechan, zhong chenle, park jisung
≣ content warning ⋮ perverted, depraved, & taboo thoughts, nerd!mark, cnc / dubcon, innocence stealer!chenle, somnophilia, mentions of weed usage as a form of coercion, too strong!jeno, manhandling, rough!jeno, degradation, religious sacrilege, corrupt church boy!jaemin, slight humiliation, corruption, ra!renjun, manipulative!renjun, cocaine usage.
≣ a.note ⋮ i'm smoking weed and listening to old hiphop, what else was i supposed to do other than write these cute little perv drabbles :) give me a like, a follow, or a reblog.
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⩩ mark lee ⋮ so what if he's a 'nerd'. he doesn't care if you make fun of him in class with all your friends. he shrugs it off like no big deal. it really wasn't a big deal, until you brought up his dick size. see, mark isn't one of those guys whose ego gets shot from small dick jokes. but when the joke leaves your pretty little mouth, well something shifts in the pit of his stomach. he still shrugs it off though, until you're walking home from class, skirt swishing back and forth just barely covering the swell of your ass. good little girls should know better... it was easy, really. clamping a hand over your lips puckered in a silent scream. and then to drag you back to his car. oh, it was so, so easy. in fact, you really wanted it. the way you spread your legs, revealing a patch of arousal on the seat of your lacy panties. how you willingly helped him slip them to the side. the way you moaned his name when he slid into your puffy cunt, tits pressing against his chest and eyes locked on his. you begged for him to keep going. for him to go harder. so he did. again, and again, and again. until you could barely walk when he dumped you outside the front of your dorm. but sure enough, you stayed quiet in class the next day...
⩩ huang renjun ⋮ renjun has an addiction. it's not porn - not technically. it's not cocaine, or nicotine. he's not an alcoholic, yet still, he felt the withdrawal all too much. he was addicted to you. or, your body, rather. he dreamed of it, hands reaching up to cup your tits, cock sunk deep in your pussy, spit dribbling down the side of your mouth as you lost yourself on him. and when he woke up, aching and hard, he had no choice but to pathetically jerk off to the remnants of the memory. he thought about putting cameras in your room, maybe the womens showers, to capture you. something he can have as a keepsake of this obsession. see, he had access. he was your resident advisor. he could do that. but then he found out from a little birdie that his star resident in room two oh twelve used her daddies money to buy coke off her dealer boyfriend. see that...that was the key. all he had to do was used that as bait to convince you. and he did. one night, at a stupid party he was supposed to shut down, he saw you snort a line off the living room table. next thing he knew, you were upstairs, tears welling in your eyes, pleading with him not to tell. you would do anything. anything.
⩩ lee jeno ⋮ really, his strength was his best asset. but he's never had someone put up this much of a fight. seriously, after one good hair pull and a hand around the throat, girls usually let up. but you... you were fun. you were a challenge. you push back, hands slapping against his chest to combat him. all he does is snarl and shove harder, pressing your back against the kitchen counter. his biceps flex with the exertion of grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the marble. you thrash around still, until he twists your body so sharply, you cry out. he chuckles, "god i love you." he presses his stiffening cock against you, circling his hips to gain some sort of friction, "feel that? you're driving me crazy." a few half-hearted attempts at getting free does nothing for you, instead, it spins you around so now your chest was pressed flat against the cold surface. he transfers your wrists into one giant hand, and uses his other to yank down your bottoms. "...and you're soaked. fuck, y/n. gonna give you what you need. gonna fuck this stupid attitude outta you, yeah?" your walls flutter around his uninvited fingers, "ahhh, you like that, you sick fuck. want me to fuck you into submission. make you a real good girl for me. gonna train you to take me, and only me." he doesn't even feel you resist anymore, because you give up. you let him use your body until he's spent, and even then, you let him use your mouth. anything for him. anything for jeno.
⩩ na jaemin ⋮ he wasn't a god. but at this moment, with his entire world peering up through wet lashes, on bruised knees...well, he surely felt like one. it didn't help that he stood overtop your broken figure on the edge of the alter. he caresses your jaw and gives you a smile full of pearly white teeth that gleam in the stained glass shadows, "speak." with tears welling in your eyes at the command, it takes a second, but eventually your hoarse voice echoes out, "forgive me father for i have sinned." you see, jaemin wasn't a priest, but he took your confessions as if he was one. he wanted you to bare your soul to him. your perverted, depraved, sick thoughts. he doesn't speak though, just cocks an eyebrow and crouches down so that he was eye level. you continue, "i-, this is so...embarrassing, gosh, i don't..." he gives your jaw a squeeze, making the words tumble out, "i did it again. i... i touched myself again..it's wrong, i- i know, but he, you...plague my mind." your voice quiets the longer his gaze burns into you. but nothing compares to the image that burns brighter in his mind. your innocent fingers slipping between plush thighs, jaemin being the temptation you couldn't withstand. it made him feel fucking good. "it's okay darling, god forgives you, i forgive you..." he stands up again and reaches a hand down to toy with the buckle of his belt, "but with sin comes punishment." he undoes the latch and slowly slips it from the belt loops of his dress pants. the sound makes you flinch, a whisper escaping your pouted lips, "oh god." heat surges through his veins, almost bringing him to his knees, "no angel, i'm not god. i'll be more forgiving than any god. i'll be gentle, i'll liberate you from all sin. i'll make you good. my darling, i'll make you pure again."
⩩ lee haechan ⋮ yeah, he did it on purpose, so what. technically, he didn't force you to inhale, he simply stuck the blunt between your fingers and called it a day. admittedly, you did exactly what he wanted, but he chalked that up to good luck, and the devil on his side. watching you slowly revert to a rambling, squirmy mess made his cock stir in his jeans. and when you got all cuddly, snuggling up to his chest and dragging him closer, well, what else was he supposed to do other than stick his tongue in your mouth and push you back against the arm of the couch. you came on to him, really. either way, the night led with his tongue down your throat, and his hand up your skirt. and still, when he pushes your panties to the side and slips a finger into your cunt, his suspicions are confirmed. your arousal dripped down his wrists, a testament to how much you truly wanted him. really, he was doing you a service. an act of kindness. "be still baby" he growled, forcing your legs wider apart. you whimpered and whined, body holding still but head rolling on your shoulders. "hyuckie.." you kept mewling, and with each sound of his name, he grew harder and harder. it felt like he might burst if he didn't bury his cock in you right this minute. so he does. sloppily, because he was high too, but he does. and it's slow, and messy, and sick. and he loved every fucking second. god, he can't wait to do this to you, no, with you, again.
⩩ zhong chenle ⋮ stealing innocence, robbing naivety, corrupting purity... whatever people call that, chenle calls a normal everyday thought. he hasn't really fucked you yet, only teased you. he's coerced you into letting him touch your cunt, but only the soft skin on the outside. you've let him touch your breasts, but never the sensitive bud in the center. you also let him toy with your ass one time, but the second he tried to slip a finger inside, you pushed him off and told him to wait. nothing could happen before marriage. but chenle was tired of waiting. he was bored of watching you through the camera in the shower. sick of touching himself beside your sleeping figure - the only time he could shift your legs in your sleep to poke at your clothed cunt. just rubbing you through the satin material of your pajama bottoms got him off, but he needed more. this time, he was able to wriggle your shorts down around your ankles, and what a sight it was. oh he was gonna have so much fun. one finger, two fingers, his tongue, eventually working his way up to the tip of his cock. pushing in, not too much to make you stir... just enough to tease himself. you were so tight, so untouched. it was obvious he was your first, and it took everything in him to hold back. tomorrow night...tomorrow night will be the night he fucks you full, until you're leaking his cum. until you're his. ruined for him only.
⩩ park jisung ⋮ jisung hates how you think of him. not just you, but everyone really. see, he's not just the maknae. he doesn't want the baby voice, or the coddling, or the fucking head pats. if you really knew what he was capable of, maybe you'd think twice before treating him like a kid all the time. if you could see the way he fucks his fist, fingers twisted in the sheets of his bed, or knuckles jammed between his teeth... the things he thought about; you sitting on his cock, forced to take every inch of him, even when the tears well over the brim of your eyelashes. cunt full of his fingers while he sucked and nipped at your breasts. the bruises he'd leave on every inch of your skin. how he fantasizes about pushing you to the floor and stuffing his cock down your throat until you were thrashing for just a small breath of air. he doesn't get off on hurting you, no, he could never do that. but making you see just how much stronger he was.. how he could force you onto your knees, and rough you up a bit until your swollen lips screamed his name. well, maybe then you'd stop treating him like some dumb kid.
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