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squigglewigglewoo · 8 months

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(✧) warnings: sexual content, rough sex, choking, oral (fem receiving), breeding kink(?), jealous sex, biting, marks, hickeys, manhandling, semi public sex, fingering, these men are mean, suicides mentioned once (it's dazai, what did you expect), possible objectification, thigh riding, degradation, dacryphilia, edging, orgasm denial, teasing, name calling, overstimulation, drinking, no dick for y'all today, afab reader, no pronouns used, pretty girl and good girl used like once, entirely not proof read. tell me if I missed anything. MDNI 18+ NSFW bellow the cut!

(✦) summary: what happens when someone gets just a little too touchy feely when they're around? 1283 words~

(✧) (a/n): this is entirely self indulgent, wrote it at midnight within an hour and edited it once I woke up, so I apologize is it didn't make much sense. lost my train of thought when it came tho fyodor so his part might be shorter than the others.

(✦) pairings: chuuya x fem!reader, dazai x fem!reader, fyodor x fem!reader, mentions of nikolai x reader. no uses of pronouns.

(✧) listening to~ fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar

chuuyas hands were on you the moment you two set foot in your shared penthouse, the gingers hands slipping to the back of your thighs as he throwing you into the bed, his coat and hat half hazardly discarded along the way, your heels thrown onto the ground as his hands slide your dresses skirt up. his gloved ginger traces over the crotch of your panties, the cloth already damp with your slick from your arousal, earning a mean chuckle from him as his finger flicked over your clothed clit. you felt almost ashamed to admit you found it attractive, the way he was near silent as he toyed with you, a cross between a smirk and a scowl on his face as he watched you squirm. "oh? so wet already? and yet you were talking to him while I was gone, hmm? what are you, some common street whore looking to be filled?" god, how could you have forgotten the reason you where in this position in the first place? being left alone as chuuya went to get another drink, only for the executive return to find his seat filled by the one and only dazai osamu, the brunette happily chatting away, one of your hands between his bandaged ones as you giggled, laughing at whatever nonsense the suicidal maniac spewed. oh, how you wanted to desperately whine and explain that you didn't even know the man, that he had just sat down and didn't listen when you said you already had someone, that your boyfriend would come back any minute. your desperate, babbled attempts to get out words is cut short as the man moves your lace panties to the side, shoving a finger inside you while his thumb rubbed lose and painfully light circles on your pearl, just enough to make your breath hitch, but not enough to be satisfactory. when had he taken off his glove? your thighs clamp shut around his hand, only earning a tsk from chuuya as his, still gloved, free hand spread your legs apart, so far it was painful, muscles burning and aching to rest. "oh? y'wanna cum? to bad, only good girls get to cum." his skilled fingers curl into you, just grazing over the spot that makes you see stars, making you claw and bed for him to please, pretty please stop being so mean and just fuck you already. he only laughs, his hand tightening its grasp on your thigh tighter as he leans over to ghost kisses along your neck, his voice quiet but rough, another finger slipping into your sopping cunt, curling and earning a breath moan from you. "not yet, doll. I'll fuck you when you remember who this pussy belongs to, yeah? or am I gonna have fuck you pregnant to make you remember? god, you'd look to beautiful like that though, everyone would know who you belong to, then."

dazais slender, bandaged hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you away from the bar where you had sat all pretty, innocently talking to the barkeep, the man flirting with you while you where completely oblivious to it, or plain ignoring it. you let him guide you, a soft "ah-? 'samu? are you alright?" falling from your lips as he pulled you into the bars bathroom, locking the door before picking you up and pushing you onto the sinks counter. the brunette fell to his knees infront of you, uncharacteristically quiet ad he unbuttoned your slacks, eyes wide as he shimmied them to fall to the ground, onto of your shoes, your underwear following lead and hanging from your ankle untill he pulled them off and stuffed them in his coat pocket, hooking your legs over his shoulders as his hands gripped at the juncture between your hips and thighs, squeezing softly as he laps experimentally over your wet folds. he watches you squirm, one hand covering your mouth to muffle the breathy gasp, thighs trembling and threatening to close around his head. "god.. you taste so good, sweetheart, all f'me." his gaze flickers upwards, a teasing smirk overtaking his lips before he pulls away from your pussy, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, sucking and biting marks into the skin. soft whines and whimpers turn into mewls and quiet moans, sounds growing in volume as you slowly forget that your still in the bar. "shh.. wouldn't want someone to hear you, now would you?" punctuating his sentence with a bite to your inner thigh, his lips move to wrap around your clit, one hand moving from the fat of your thigh to slip into your gummy walls, curling and scissoring almost immediately. the pleasure near overwhelming as your thighs clamp around his head, one of your hands threading into his hair and pulling slightly as loud, muffled moans fall from your lips, your eyes shut as his other hand squeezes your thigh, nails digging into your skin. you tremble as your orgasm washes over you, dazai still eating you out like a starved man, licking up your release untill you weakly pull him away from your cunt by his hair, the man licking his lips as he stands between your legs, hands on your hips as he kisses you. you can taste yourself on his tongue, a soft mewl being pulled from you as he pulls away, burring his face Into you neck as he murmurs. "don't you think you taste good, pretty girl? thats something only I will ever taste, it's all f'me, that pesky barkeep will never even get close to touching you. you're mine, baby, you understand that?"

the cold hands on your hips rock you back and fourth, making you grind against fyodors thin thigh as you whimper and whine out "'m sorry"s for something you dont even know your apologizing for, tears bubbling in your eyes as your hands weakly grab onto his shirt. "oh? you're sorry? you didn't seem sorry when you were dancing with nikolai, now did you, you little tramp? all giggly as his hands roamed your body and spun you around as if you aren't mine to love, to hold, not his." fyodors hands tighten their grasp, near bruising in strength as his lithe fingers dig into the plush flesh on your hips, making the pace quicker and the pressure against your clit harder. the fabric of his pant leg is damp, the color deeper in saturation where your slick drips down, the material brushing against your clit and drawing soft gasps from you. your head falls, resting on his shoulder as you whimper and whine, hips bucking slightly rougher against him untill he holds you completely still, taking away every ounce of pleasure you had once had. "tsk.. I thought you would behave, but it seems not. am I going have to fuck your manners back into you, мплая?¹" his tone is harsh, mocking even, that sly smirk on his face as he tilts your head up to look at him, hand moving from your chin to your throat, squeezing lightly. the action pulls a soft squeak from you, the noise being swallowed as he kisses you, and you can't help but rock your hips against his thigh once more. though this time, he lets you, the hand that was on your hip moving to rub tight, quick circles along your clit. he pulls away from the kiss for a moment, his breath ghosting over your face as your eyes flutter open, looking up at him with a near pleading gaze. "oh? what a needy little thing you are. well go on. get yourself off on my thigh. little sluts like you don't deserve to get fucked."

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pigcowboys · 9 months

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Hi I hope you're having a wonderful day <3

I was wondering if you could maybe do percy jackson with a daughter of nyx where they are basically the same person personality wise and have a lot of common interests ( sorry self indulging here🤭). They basically both kin each other lmao

THANK YOU <3

pairing: ꒰percy jackson x nyx! female! reader꒱⋆·˚

summary: general hcs for percy with a nyx! s/o

warning(s): mutual pining, nonsensical bickering, mentions of injuries & kisses

a/n: HIII OMG THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE :)) i tried my best to do what you requested!! i hope you like it!!

request are closed!

literally off the bat i can see the two of you at each other's throats all the time.

you're just too alike there's no way there's not gonna be bickering man.

"i think we should use a different design."

"who put you in charge?"

"the voices in my head, actually"

"literally what."

i imagine percy kind of being put off by you when he'd first get to camp half-blood like

who are you.

i mean it isn't like he's TRYING to be mean, you're just so annoying sometimes yk.

then i feel like one night he'd sneak out of camp to go stargazing and find you near the shore in his spot.

lowkey annoyed by your presence at first but still proceeds to gaze with you silently. you'd strike up a conversation with him and it'd actually go a lot better than he expected it to go.

okay, maybe you're not that bad.

he'd start to approach you more at camp but like not for any reason at all yk. he just enjoys talking to you, i guess.

probably would be overjoyed when he finds out you have similar interests as him.

you two probably stay up all night talking about the most random stuff.

honestly, those talks are probably the moment when he realizes he..like likes you.

you're just chilling and talking about random shit and he laughs at one of your jokes and has to take a moment because he realized that you're honestly just the best person ever.

and then from that point on he's honestly kind of a mess.

you're so cool to him for some reason?? you'd just be living life and he'd probably just be in the background observing you with big ass heart eyes.

"is there something on my face, perce?"

"huh? uh no, what?"

he knows he likes you but just doesn't know how to say it?? i mean, do YOU even like him back..??

aghhhh it's honestly so draining to him.

he's not shy. just kind of stupid when it comes to feelings.

probably tried to "woo" you somehow by buying you ocean related stuff whenever you go out together.

played it off as him just having some change.

he is willing to go bankrupt for you.

i feel like one day he just got tired of dropping hits and just decided to go for it cause like, you've known each other for a minute.

he'd meet you at that star gazing spot and literally just spill all his feelings for you.

"don't say anything but what if i told you you're an amazing person and probably the coolest person i've ever met in my life and that i'm literally head over heels for you because you're smart and funny and pretty and you're just the best?"

"what?"

and you start dating!! woo!!

HES SO SWEET!!!

once you start dating he def gets a bit more of a confidence boost.

always boasting about the fact he's dating you like everyone else doesn't already now from the way he's always clinging to you.

and if you're not into physical touch no worries!! he's completely and totally fine with it!! probably asks permission to give you hugs and hold your hand.

beach dates.

you'd be that one sappy couple who interlocking hands and walks down the beach together UGHH

he would def be the type of guy to go to you after every quest so you can patch him up. do you even know how to patch him up?? probably not! can't he just use some ambrosia?? yes.

doesn't mean he won't stop.

"percy, what the fuck happened!?"

"what do you mean?? :)"

kind of scared of your mother but would never admit it to your face.

i feel like he'd make some kind of big plan to try and kiss you but it'd ultimately fail.

he'd pull up to you with some beautiful ass flowers with a big grin on his face.

would take you to some really secluded spot that he'd decorated with a bunch of different things and homemade food!! (sally helped him.)

things would be going good till it starts to rain.

not that it's a problem for him at all but it kills the freaking mood.

"i'm so sorry.."

"for what?"

"how this turned out, it was supposed to be this big and..romantic thing."

"it's okay, we can have other dates."

"no like..i wanted us to kiss."

"..."

"who says we can't right now..?"

"oh."

he's in heaven when you finally kiss for the first time!! you're literally so amazing like wtf he got so lucky.

from that point on you two are locked in for life.

he's everywhere you are, you're everywhere he is NO MATTER WHAT.

he's so in love.

#percy jackson fluff #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x you #x reader #x reader fluff #pjo x reader #pjo fluff #pjo headcanon #⋆·˚#nyx reader

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pupyuj · 7 months

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i NEED domestic yujin, just pure floof :(((

hehe 😼 my first post after a while and it's sfw?? something shifted...

everybody that sees you two always gets so jealous bcs you are both such eye candies and you're so sweet to each other?? just pure couple goals 🥺 yujin is of course the type to always be touching you—arm around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand ofc, and she always melts under your touch 🥺 like she just can't help but lean into you when you gently put your hand on her back or on her arm whenever you're talking to someone :(( she feels so warm knowing that even though your full attention isn't on her at the moment, you're still thinking about her!!

this is probably self-indulgent cuz yujin's my baby daddy but she does that boyfriend thing where she offers to carry all of your shopping bags for you while you waltz around and treat yourself to a well-earned session of money-splurging 😭 literally watching you with a loving smile every time you try on an outfit, tells you to not worry about the price if you happen to come across a particularly expensive piece of clothing bcs she'll buy it for you 🥺🥺 makes sure to save a surprise at the end of your shopping spree where she suddenly pulls out a small box with the prettiest piece of jewelry you've ever seen?!?! 😩💕 also looks at you with a shy smile AS IF SHE AIN'T BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS and is always so nervous as to whether you'll like it or not??? BUT SHE COULD LITERALLY GIVE YOU THE SHITTIEST NECKLACE OR SOMETHING AND YOU'D STILL WEAR IT PROUDLY.

(not that yujin will ever want to give you something that was less than perfect. only the best for her baby! 😤)

yujin loves dating silly little strolls in a park! 🥺 she'd drive you both to one of the prettiest and biggest parks in the city and just take your hand and go for a relaxing walk! she's so in love with you :(( she'd just stare at you while you tell her about a few funny things that happened throughout the week so far,, smiles so brightly when you laugh, she just loves your voice so much she could listen to you talk about anything forever 😣 she'll sit the two of you down by a tree and cuddle up to you, sometimes kissing you and laughing at the way you would blush and look away,, and she's just a sucker for the way you would absentmindedly play with her hands while you're sitting there 💕 and best believe she'll capture every moment of you during your time there! her gallery is literally just you and it's so sweet ☹️☹️

yujin definitely waits up for you if you happen to get held up at work, even if you come home after midnight :(( you'd find her sitting up on the bed with a book on her lap wearing her stupid nerdy glasses, barely awake and so tired 💔 you pepper her face with kisses and she would only pout and blink sleepily at you, the cutieeeee 🥺 she'd whine and pretend to be upset that you're home way too late but really, all that 'anger' is towards your boss for always giving you so much work 😣😣 and omg even when she's tired from staying up, she will NAWT leave you alone 😭 she's forcing herself out of bed and tailing you very closely while you make and sip on your tea, doesn't even let herself finally sleep while you're in the shower and chooses to be awake for another half hour bcs she really can't sleep without you 🥺 she is all over you when you finally join her in bed—leg over your body, arms wrapped tightly around you, nose buried in your hair, and whispering sleepy nonsense against your skin before she finally succumbs to sleep.. she's so silly.

yujin wakes up on top of you in the mornings 😭😭 but she's not like, suffocating you she actually serves as an extra warm and soft blanket!! like, you'd always find her sleeping peacefully on your chest and you can't help but kiss her forehead and thread your fingers through her hair :(( more often than not, she'd stir awake and you'd feel a bit guilty for cutting her rest short but her bright smile and lame ass "hey, beautiful~" makes it all not a big deal 🥺💖 neither of you will ever stop falling in love with each other.. STAND UP!!!!

#ive x reader #ive x fem reader #ive fluff #ive imagines #ahn yujin x reader #ahn yujin fluff #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin x fem reader #yujin imagines #yujin fluff #yujin x fem reader #yujin x reader #girl group fluff #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #girl group x fem reader

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dufferpuffer · 1 month

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In continuation of the 'pillow prince/ss/' topic.. Snape sex hcs? I remember you said it's basically impossible to drag him into bed but I'D TRY.

You're just spoiling me, aren'tcha? First Remus now Sev... Severus Snape is devoted to duty. Its the only thing holding him together. How often does he even go to bed…? A full-time teacher, a spy, a death eater, Dumbledore's dark little knight - He probably considers the time he spends marking 'rest enough'.

His self-esteem is dead. So dead he has come to terms with its corpse and uses it as protection. He's been teased his entire life for his looks. By his parents, by his schoolmates, by his teachers, by his cult, by his students... He's proud of how it has hardened him. It's become part of his ego: He's heard it all before - and now the words run off his oily feathers like raindrops.

Having someone say they think him anything less than hideous? Baffling. But while Remus would become a flustered mess... I think Severus would stages-of-grief it. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression… Because his romantic, affectionate side is also a corpse. It died alongside his best friend and he's spent the last decade-and-a-half making sure it stays buried.

To bring it back? That will take a stubborn dedication that rivals his. It takes grit and damn near necromancy. He will fight back, too - because to raise it from the dead is to raise Lily along with it. That is the greatest hurdle: Best friend or love of his life - either way she was the only person he has been affectionate with. He will need to digest that. He hasn't worked through his grief yet, because it is a difficult thing to work through alone. …but he CAN reach Acceptance.

One step, one stage at a time - peeling down each layer of his onion, like an ogre... Things move slowly with Severus - and in the opposite order you might expect. I guess I will go through what a relationship would be like with Severus, in a sorta dot-point fanfic format:

First note: He is allergic to showing weakness - and what he considers a weakness can be... strange. Indulgence. Emotions, affection, touch, company - he has no time for that garbage. He is in control of himself, of his body, of his feelings, of his life. Meticulous, complete control. This man 'tops' exclusively**

He is ashamed of masturbation. It means he has lost control of his emotions - and it grinds against his ego like sandpaper. He almost never does it. Thinking about anyone in particular when doing it is an insult to them - and he hates feeling guilty. He keeps it simple and almost self-harmingly dry. He has more important things to be doing with his time than engaging with this weakness…

You make your interest in him clear. He goes through everything - he belittles and denies your feelings, he gets angry with you for bothering him, he asks you to stop saying such nonsense... and he gets frustrated that even when you've finally shut up, he is STILL dwelling on it. He spends so long just tossing things up, sorting through his grief, imagining it... so, SO sick of jerking off… …when the dam bursts - he fucks. If he is going to be spending all this time obsessing over these stupid feelings he may as well get something out of it. Only sex, though. Sex he is in control of. Clothes on, greedy, not pretty, not nice. 'Thats what you wanted from me, yes? Well you've gotten it. Happy?!?' ((He does not expect the answer to be 'yes'.))

He thinks one time was too many, and did it only to take it off his mind - and to stop having you bother him about it. But it is easier for you to get him to do it a second time. And then a third... fourth... The more times it happens - and nothing embarrassing or bad follows... well, if he has done it once, he may as well do it more, right…? You are evidently trustworthy. '…You may come to my chambers IF I call - at no other times. I am too busy to play silly games.' A casual physical relationship - to solve a problem of distraction and concentration. That's all.

He does start to call. Occasionally at first - and every time he almost shows surprise that you actually turn up. But he gets less and less surprised... and starts getting more and more needy. 'You're late. I sent for you half an hour ago. Do you think I am made of time?!' He doesn't even realize how needy he sounds, because this activity is now ingrained in his routine. He is used to it. And because he is used to it: He touches more. More clothes come off. But never his own. He has gone from 'hands-on-waist' fucking to caressing your naked body - slow rolls of his hips, making his own breathe shudder, enjoying every sensation.

One day his summons aren't replied to. At first he angry. How dare you. How DARE you waste his time!? The next time they are alone he snaps at you bitterly. 'Finally tired of me? Got your fill? Met a better man?' When the response is more along the lines of 'I was a bit ill' or 'I was out'... he realizes he has shown far too much of his hand. How embarrassing. He is speechless at his own foolishness. He showed an inch of vulnerability and expects to be raked through the coals for it. ...What he doesn't expect is acceptance, tenderness and respect.

He had forgotten that he wasn't the one to initiate this arrangement - that he was wanted. Desired. In his mind he had taken control: Everything happened when he wanted, where he wanted and in whichever way he wished. To be touched in a friendly way? To he apologized to - for being made to worry? To have make-up sex offered…? '…Yes. Alright.' Its the next layer peeled off. He starts listening to offers, enjoying being asked instead of being answered. It's still a casual affair - and yet seeing them talk to other people no longer makes his hackles raise in concern for his secrets. Running into them in the morning no longer makes his skin crawl with shame and embarrassment for the night before. He feels excited when they pay a visit in the midday, offering an impromptu meeting. It is oddly... comfortable.

Of course it can't always be sex in the midday. It is too much effort, takes too much time, energy and clean-up. It suits him fine when you jump on the chance to put him in your mouth. At first he is a little taken-aback - but it feels nice. He says nothing other than contented hums, but as you get better he groans and arcs his back a little. He doesn't care what happens when he finishes - swallow or not, as long as it is not a mess for him to clean up. …Well, he tries to be that callous about it… but it doesn't last long. There is a tenderness to the act he can't deny. It isn't the mutual-benefit fucking. This is a gift for him to enjoy. That realization settles and festers in him. It creates a soft feeling he doesn't recognize... and a desire not to owe you anything.

So, without much fanfare: he reciprocates. He gets you on his seat, or on his desk, and gets down on his knees... He is a little nervous about it - when was the last time he did this, if ever…? - But he has no need to be. He is a god with his mouth. It's his attention to detail. His devotion to getting things done thoroughly and properly - even this. What starts as an embarrassing action from the weakness of his heart turns into a strong pleasure for him. He LOVES oral. It isn't him losing control: it's him gaining it. Even when his hair is gripped and yanked, even if he is pulled close and suffocated a little on you - HE is making that happen. HE is making you do that. He never expected this to make him so happy, so hot. He never expected to undo the buttons of his high collar so his neck could move more easily, to unbutton and fold up his right sleeve so he could get his hands messy... To have enough fun to start saying some truly dirty things… 'That good, is it~?' 'My-! How delicate you are today!' 'Stop squirming. Too sensitive…? Just grit your teeth and bear it.' ...and he didn't expect to not be laughed at for such things.

He certainly didn't expect to get so into it that he kissed you to shut you up as you came. A shock to both of you… another wall crumbled. Turns out he likes that too. He starts initiating sexual activity with a kiss. He prefers kissing to talking. It is succinct and expressive. Walk into his office: as soon as the door is shut your back is pressed against it, wrists in his hands, his mouth against yours. If he starts losing control of the kiss he gently bites your lip, dragging his teeth along it teasingly. Your tongue invades his mouth before he has a chance to do it first: he just about shoves your hands into his robes, tearing into your clothes... This man lives for kissing now.

But he still doesn't realize this is more than casual, that this is something he needs… Until you chat. Its a quiet moment. You comment on the parchments rolled at the edge of his desk. 'Oh - that is just my own research into the effects of aconite. I had to work with it extensively a few years ago.' You take an interest, and he starts regaling deeper and deeper into his studies: how poorly documented others' research is; how it reacts to other ingredients; how modern brewing processes can draw so much more out of it - 'you know, the plant is often just passed off as toxic when even basic purification charms are enough to-' ...He is blabbering. On and on about a dull topic nobody cares about… yet you are listening. His jaw drops a little. He realizes that, for the first time in two decades, someone cares. Someone truly cares. About HIM. His thoughts, his interests... He never thought he could have this again. He didn't think that for the sex, either - but sex, compared to this, was easy to procure. He wants to kiss you again. But not for lust this time.

Suddenly it doesn't feel so embarrassing to allow his eyes to become wet, to draw a shuddering breathe as he builds the courage - of which he has masses of - to say something important: '…I am afraid I have come to love you.' It is a terrifying thing to say, but he has never once shied away from saying what is important, even if it results in pain. And yet this time, for once… he feels like he can trust that it wont.

** Many times later, he is laying down as his shirt gets unbuttoned, his collarbone kissed... He doesn't feel ashamed, even as he gently strokes his own dick, encouraging it to harden. He pulls his arms from his shirt sleeves, fearless of his dark mark being exposed. For once work is at the back of his mind as he allows himself to be pushed back down to into the pillows, chuckling as he is told: 'Shh… just lay still darling… I'll take care of you tonight…' ...And he does. Control well out of his hands and a smile on his face.

#severus snape #hp #headcannons

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johnnys-breastmilk · 2 months

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cherry on top | Johnny Slaughter x gn!reader

a/n — 1000% cheesy dumb self-indulgent birthday nonsense. wasn't gonna post because I honestly don't like this fic but the lack of Johnny stuff makes me want to just to put out something for the guy

words — 1.9k (the smut is short sorry, wanted to get this out on my actual bday!)

warnings — smut (not very graphic but still 18+), nipple play (Johnny receiving), food play, whipped cream, strawberries, implied cannibalism for both reader and Johnny, not proofread! consider y'alls birthday gift to me that i get to post one bad fic this year <3

summary — Johnny lets you take the reins for your birthday.

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The door to Johnny’s shack shut with a bang, followed by a mumbled curse. From his bed, your eyes fluttered open. Between the mess of flower-patterned sheets and pillows you were buried in, you could see the man of the house take a step back to the door, then his eyes flicked to you to see if he had interrupted your sleep. You shut your eyes, too tired to take in the dreaded sunlight pouring in; you were so well-rested that you could fall asleep all over again—the feeling of sleep was addictive to your tired body. The only energy your body had was to pull the covers of his linens over your head with one hand. The earthy scents of him filled out the absence of his actual presence.

Your mind slipped away for a second, back into the dreamy state of consciousness where responsibilities didn’t exist and life had no issues. The man entering your cabin could solve about ninety-nine of your problems, though, and you slowly started to realize that you had an increasingly worrying problem on your plate. You peeked through the slits of the blanket at him. Even without looking at him in a clear view, he still looked like Adonis in your crooked and half-obscured-by-the-pillow perspective. Covered in his prey’s blood, his hunt was successful. But, hunting? Johnny usually woke you up at five in the morning, when the creatures of the night were heading to bed after a night of existence. You hunted in the realm of the crepesculars, operating on the thin line between night and day, all to maximize the hours you had to hunt and he was already coming back from it? It couldn’t be that time already, could it?

Johnny heard the sheets ruffle, and your breath hastily drew in with a panic. You had overslept. He let his knife clatter in the sink, turning to face you while leaning back against the counter. You could see the blood more clearly, it was smeared all over the front of his body. Staining his jeans—his favorite pair, the ones you said made his ass look the best—and trailing all over his torso before ending with a bloody handprint across his face. “It’s just me.”

“How fucked am I?” You asked, knocking the sheets off your body. Being a part of his family meant you had to contribute to the dinner at the end of every day, to make sure that everything was functional since you were Johnny’s piece—his pride. He provided less than a solid answer as you took a moment to acclimate yourself to the day. Ever since you moved in with Johnny, you had never really had a morning like this; a morning where your day started so late. Nancy liked when Johnny’s partners would accompany him on hunts and his more normal errands like getting car parts from the mechanic a few towns over and getting fruits from the market a few miles down the road, and she was too unpredictable to not heed the warnings of. Most of them came from Johnny, so that’s why you knew to take it seriously. It’s why today needed to be just like the rest, regardless of whether or not it was your birthday.

“Happy birthday, sweetness.” He smirked, knowing that even in the real world, you wouldn’t have any responsibilities today. “I woulda woken up right next to ya, but I was out huntin’ for your birthday dinner… and doin’ a few other things.”

“So, you did the hunting, tidied up around here, and went into town?” You asked, drawing near him. The blood had yet to dry, its sheen shining strong with the cracks of sun peeking through the window. He must have purposefully gone out hunting while shirtless, too. “What exactly is my present? A whole new Johnny?”

He let his head drop down and looked at his feet, rubbing his boot a little harder into the floor. “Something like that.”

It had only been a few minutes but the position you were in changed drastically. Johnny gave you a rundown of everything about your gift, including the various items that were included in it. One of which was a can of whipped cream that he picked up with the fresh fruit and placed it alongside them in the fridge—strawberries were in season, so two small wooden crates filled the space in his fridge next to the canister. The second thing was Johnny himself, which came as a shock. His first gift made sense because it was a sweet retreat from the many meals of savory meat from your hunts being fashioned into the three core meals one must eat every day, but the second was new. Different. Sensitive. He proposed it without looking you in the eye, so you didn’t believe it at first.

“I figured I’d be nice and give ya’ full, unlimited access. Get yer fix for the rest of the year so you stop chewin’ my damn ear off.” He sounded hesitant to offer it up, the fatigue in his tone from hunting as well as having to hear your incessant cries about wanting to experiment with him rang through. But today was your birthday, so he wanted to make it special.

Even if he didn’t want it at first, his tone shifted when your lips finally collided. You had been moving closer to him since you left his bed and now you were finding your way back to it with him in your arms. Your attempts to stay blood-free worked until you went to push him by the shoulder and back onto his bed, some of it smearing over your hand. Johnny’s legs hung over the bed and nearly touched the floor, placing his head around the upper middle of his bed and giving him room to lift his arms above him. This gave you the perfect access to get to work.

“Hell, I think this’ll be more than you can chew,” he teased. He cocked his head to look at where you were headed, your body was noticeably gone just as the fun was starting. But then, Johnny saw you return from across the shack with the whipped cream in hand.

From there, he became your already-painted canvas. The blood on him was the first coat of paint—still setting, still drying. Next in the assemblage was a healthy layer of the sweet foam. The cap came off with ease and you started coating him in it. You drew a heart over his chest first, then followed by swirling the foamy cream over his nipples. Johnny moaned at the cold sensation against his hot body. The way the can inconsistently sprayed droplets outside of your designated whipping area to add to the mess of red all over him. Johnny was already starting to feel desperate to the point that you had to shoo away one of his hands from knocking the cold cream off his sensitive nipples. You had never seen him like this before. Different. Sensitive. This was such a fast way to make him cave, and you had barely done anything at all! He must have insanely delicate around his buds.

You pulled back to admire your work. He noticed your puzzled look as you scanned over it like an artist who nearly had everything put together the way you liked it. “What’s wrong, sweetness?”

“It’s missing something.” You pouted. He had the perfect milky base, a cavalcade of saltiness topped with the sweet cream and bloody cherry drizzle. Though, something was amiss. The final thing to adorn him with that would make the centerpiece in the middle of the bed complete; something that would win the county fair. It wasn’t there. No, it was still sitting in the fridge.

You followed a loose path back to his fridge, swinging the door open and grabbing the strawberries on the shelf. Setting them on the counter, you grabbed two—one for you, and one for Johnny—and made your way back to him. He was still untouched, still perfectly in place without a hair moved for you. If he thought the sweet cold ivory was painful on his marinated skin, the cold sensation of chilled strawberries sent him over the edge. You ran it over him like an ice cube, watching it pick up some of the blood and whipped cream, cutting right through the heart you carefully drew over his chest. The strawberry was run across his body like the last bite of a meal with a sauce that you really want to get the flavor out of. Then, you lifted the thing to your mouth, taking a bite and savoring the bitter and sweet combination of flavor. The notes of metal in the blood were hidden and blended into the oncoming notes of sweet cream, followed by the tart taste of the berry.

Johnny’s face lightened as he watched you go in for seconds, dipping the rest of the strawberry in the sauce spread all over his body. You did the same with the second one, making it with the same amount of gore-soaked toppings and twisted dabble of whipped cream as the last.

You offered the decadent strawberry to Johnny, but made one condition clear, “Bite down on this for me. Don’t eat it yet.”

His face twisted into one of confusion, but he didn’t question you. He let out a soft, “Aw, hell…” His mouth stayed open, waiting for you to bring the fruit to his lips. He accepted it when it was placed to his lips, wrapping them around the fruit, and, from the inside, he ran his tongue over the parts he could taste and lick at. He wanted to pierce the berry’s flesh, to make its flavor bleed into the rest.

While he was distracted with that, you took the opportunity to get to work. You lowered yourself back down so that your face was level with his pecs and started lapping at the dollop of whipped cream swirled around one of his nipples. You licked the soft peak away until there was only his hard pebbled flesh, so red and sensitive from just a few presses of your tongue. Johnny squirmed, a moan being muffled by the strawberry in his mouth. Things only got worse when you moved over to his other bud, doing the same motions to wipe away the cream and get to the really sensitive part. He struggled not to bite down on the strawberry, or to end this little reverie of lenience he offered for your birthday. He gave you so much power and he hated you for it. He hated that you made him squirm and buck his hips with need, desperate to pull you off his nipple and guide you to his waiting dick. But he fought the urge for you, to give you the control you deserve on a day like today.

All he knew was that the feeling was too much, the juxtaposition of cold cream twirled around his rosy tips to your hot tongue leaving them a wet and sticky mess was much too much. In what was probably one of the fastest instances ever—he came. His jeans darkened with a soupy mess of white just like the melted remains of cream running over his chest and onto the bed. If this was desert, you couldn’t wait to get to dinner.

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redlightsrachaaa · 12 days

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make you feel my love

•my men are insane and i need them so bad so i word vomited this atrocity out. seeing the red lights mv changed me fundamentally. this is entirely self indulgent and i need to be sh0t probably

•minors DNI ‼️ 👹

•warnings: nsfw, 3some, porn w no plot basically, unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it yall), creampie, double pen, dom!chan if you squint

[this is my first ever skz piece and first time ever writing smut KMS pls be nice to me <3]

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“-so stay the hell away from her, understood?”

As you step foot into the practice room you see Chan up in Hyunjin’s face, index finger jabbing into his chest. The other members were watching warily from a corner. When they saw you arrive, they bowed politely then hustled the hell out to distance themselves from Chan’s anger.

You quickly interject, stepping between your boyfriend and his fellow band member. “Woah, woah guys! What the hell is going on here?”

Chan turns around and sees you, his expression softening slightly. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. That fucker just pushed my buttons and I lost my cool.” He points a thumb towards Hyunjin whose comments had started the argument. “Just some internal conflicts among us guys. Nothing you need to worry about.”

“You’re a terrible liar Chan. You look half a second away from ripping his head off. Tell me, what was he saying? Was it about me? About us?”

Chan shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, attempting to play off the earlier tension. “I overheard him talking to some of the guys about you. Idiot has a crush on you. Even though he knows you’re with me.”

You glance over at Hyunjin, but his eyes are glued to the practice room linoleum.

“Hyunjin? Is that true?” you ask tentatively.

Chan sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it's true, he answers for his teammate. “But let's not bother ourselves with this nonsense. I have more important things to focus on. We should get home.” He offers you a firm smile, trying to shift the conversation away from the drama and onto something more productive.

“Channie…” you begin slowly. You falter, stepping towards Hyunjin. You had discussed various ways of spicing up your sex life, not that either of you had any complaints, and you confided in Chan before that you had always found Hyunjin to be beautiful. You’d said if you ever were to request a third you’d chose him. Chan hadn’t disagreed either, but seeing as you were both content the topic was dropped. Forgotten.

Seeing you step closer to Hyunjin, Chan immediately feels a surge of jealousy, even though he knows there is no reason for it.

You glance between the two of them nervously , but Hyunjin cuts in. “Chan, before you kill me, I’ve always had a small crush on….. you too.” He looks down at the floor again, cheeks and ears blazing.

Chan's ears redden at Hyunjin's admission, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to brush off the embarrassment, focusing instead on the situation at hand.

You were just as taken aback as Chan was; you’d had no idea Hyunjin was bisexual. You’d never wanted to assume anything.

“Well,” you say, “that’s something you two have in common, that I presume neither of you knew of one another’s…?”

Chan sighs heavily. “No, we’re both out to everyone in the group, and I am to you, obviously, but I never knew he felt that way about… me.”

“So,” you begin gingerly. “What do you think of Hyunnie?”

Silence. Chan’s ears continue to grow redder.

“He is beautiful, isn’t he, Chan?”

Chan takes a moment to compose himself, pushing aside the sudden rush of emotions. He finally meets your gaze squarely, nodding in agreement. “Yes, he is-”

“Would you kiss him?”

Chan's eyes widen in surprise at your bold question, and Hyunjin’s head snaps up, both caught off guard by its suddenness. He opens his mouth to respond but closes it again, unsure of how to answer.

“It seems he wants to kiss you…” You glance at Hyunjin and see his cheeks are on fire, but he isn’t making any attempt to deny the claim.

You step towards Chan, talking in a stage whisper for Hyunjin to hear. “Come on, Channie. give him a kiss. For me? I hate to see two close friends fighting…”

Chan swallows hard, feeling a rush of heat spreading across his face. The mere thought of doing something like that makes his heart race. He turns to look at Hyunjin once more, studying his flustered expression for a moment longer before turning back to you. “Fine… but remember, this is only because of you. If anyone finds out about this… there will be consequences. Understood?”

Even as he warns you, there's a certain excitement in his voice - a spark of rebelliousness that he usually keeps under wraps. “Fuck… here goes nothing.” With that said, Chan steps forward and leans in close to Hyunjin, brushing his lips against his in a swift yet intense kiss. “Happy now?”

“Hmm,” you say in mock thought. “Now it’s my turn. Wanna share me Channie? I’ve always wanted to try two at once…”

Chan blinks in shock at your sudden proposition, his pulse racing as the reality of your words sink in. He glances over at Hyunjin, who is clearly surprised but seems curious rather than upset. “I… I wasn't expecting that. I don’t know. Is something you really want?”

You nod eagerly, smiling at the both of them. Hyunjin’s voice is a mix of nervousness and excitement as he speaks up. “Let's go somewhere more private first. Can't exactly do this here in the practice room. Too many people could walk in on us unexpectedly. We wouldn't want any unwanted spectators, right?”

We can go back to your apartment yeah?” You ask Chan.

“Uh, yeah, sure, sounds good,” he stutters. “Let's go then.”

He follows behind you both as you leave the JYP building, heading towards his car. His mind races with various scenarios of what could happen once you reach your destination. This is going to be quite the night.

Once you arrive on his doorstep, Chan takes a deep breath, steeling himself as he leads the way into his apartment. This is it.

“Are you sure about this? For anything that might happen? I’ve never done anything like this.”

You and Hyunjin nod, both confirming you’ve never done anything of the sort either. “I’m sure,” you say. “I trust you. Both of you.”

Chan pushes open the door to his dorm room and gestures for both of you to enter. A shy grin spreads across his face as he watches you step into his private space. This was his work apartment, so you’d never seen it before. Whenever he came to see you, you both always opted for your apartment, with its cozy setting and larger square footage.

“The apartment isn’t big by any means,” he begins but you reassure him it didn’t matter. If the bed wouldn’t work, then the kitchen counter or dining table would. Wherever the night led you three really.

Chan nods in agreement, appreciating your adaptability and readiness for whatever happens next. “Right, anywhere works. As long as we're comfortable and able to enjoy ourselves, that's all that matters.” His gaze shifts between you and Hyunjin, noting the uncertainty and excitement reflected in both of your guys’ eyes. With a determined flicker in his own eyes, Chan strides towards the couch, plops down, and indicates that he's ready to proceed with whatever plan unfolds. Hyunjin turns to you. “Lead the way.”

You walk over to Chan, straddle his lap on the couch, and place a gentle kiss on his lips. When you withdraw from his mouth, you turn around and beckon Hyunjin over. He sits obediently beside Chan, and you place a kiss of the same degree onto his plush lips. Chan watches hungrily as you make out with Hyunjin from his lap, pupils blown out, chest heaving. Chan's jaw clenches involuntarily as he watches you engage with Hyunjin, but he forces himself to relax and enjoy the sight.

“Don’t be jealous, Channie,” you whisper once you finish your kiss with Hyunjin. “You both get me tonight.” You smirk when he wiggles his hips under you, no doubt seeking friction. You’d noticed the hard press against your inner thigh as you’d made out with him.

“So what's it going to be?” Chan asks hungrily. “Are we warming up with some foreplay or diving straight into the main event? Your call.” As he speaks, his gaze remains fixed on you, filled with eagerness and excitement for whatever will unfold next.

You smile sweetly and him and Hyunjin. “Foreplay is always a good start wouldn’t you say?”

They both nod as if in a trance. You have them hooked. You look down to Chan, still squirming underneath you. “How do you want me, hmm?”

Chan leans back against the cushions of the couch, resting his hands behind his head as he contemplates your question. “How I want you… well. Why choose just one position when we can explore multiple? How about you start with Hyunjin? See what he’s made of. I'll join in later and we can switch positions whenever we feel like it. How does that sound? Exciting enough for you?”

His voice holds a teasing edge as he imagines the erotic scenarios that await the three of you. There's a palpable tension building in the room, filling it with an electrifying atmosphere.

You nod then turn to Hyunjin and begin slowly stripping his shirt, his lithe torso exposed to the two of you. “You’re so pretty, Hyunnie,” you muse. “Will look even prettier with that mouth on me hmm? Gonna taste me while Channie watches, yeah?”

Chan watches intently as you begin to strip Hyunjin’s pants and underwear, taking in every detail of his exposed skin. Hyunjin blushes, eyes squeezed shut as you reach down to palm him. He’s already fully hard. The sight stirs a possessive desire within Chan, but he restrains himself for now, knowing that patience is key.

With a playful glint in his eye, Chan rises from the couch and starts to remove his own clothing piece by piece, exposing his muscular frame and revealing his growing arousal.

“While you continue teasing Hyunjin, why don't you prepare yourself too? Get ready for what's coming next. Trust me; it's going to be worth it.” His voice carries a seductive undertone as he suggests the next phase of their shared experience.

You release Hyunjin from your hand and lay down on the couch where Chan was previously sat and Hyunjin immediately kneels before you. He makes quick work of it, fingers and tongue working in tandem. Chan watches greedily, slowly tugging himself as he stares.

Chan groans softly as he watches Hyunjin expertly tend to you, his gaze burning with lustful desire. Seeing Hyunjin worship your body like this brings forth a wave of desire within him. Meanwhile, he continues to stroke himself, matching the rhythm of Hyunjin's movements.

“Keep going, Hyunjin… she likes it rough. Don't hold back now.” His voice carries a commanding tone, subtly encouraging Hyunjin to push further into exploring your limits.

Before long, you feel the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen. “Hyunnie….. ‘m close. Don’t stop. Please keep going-”

Hyunjin nods emphatically in response to your pleas, the movement sending shockwaves through you. Chan grits his teeth as he witnesses your impending climax, his own release drawing near.

“Good… keep going like that… don't you dare stop…” He encourages Hyunjin, a dark growl escaping his throat as he struggles to hold back his own orgasm.

You manage to lift your head up off the couch cushion to face your boyfriend. “Don’t finish yet, Channie,” you gasp. “Still need you for later.”

Chan lets out a strangled moan at your words, his grip tightening around himself as he fights against the overwhelming urge to release.

“Fine… holding back for now. But just so you know. Once I get my turn, you're going to feel every inch of me. You’ll remember not to edge me again.” His voice drips with raw lust and restrained power, reflecting the storm of emotion raging within him.

Before you can bite out ‘is that a threat or a promise?’ you’re coming undone on Hyunjin’s mouth and fingers. He withdraws from between your thighs, mouth and chin dripping. You lean in to kiss him and taste yourself on his lips. While he kisses you back, you open your eyes and glance at Chan, an evil twinkle in them.

Chan's eyes meet yours as you exchange heated kisses with Hyunjin, witnessing the intimate exchange with an intense hunger brewing.

“You… devilish woman. Always finding ways to taunt me,” he growls lowly, unable to hide the arousal painted across his features. Keep this up much longer and I’ll take you over my knee.” His threat hangs heavy in the air between you, laced with an enticing promise of raw domination and unrestrained pleasure.

“Now why don't you two come over here so we can properly begin our little game?” With that said, Chan extends an inviting gesture towards you both, eagerly anticipating what fresh adventures await.

On wobbly legs, you stand and Hyunjin helps you up. Chan leads you both into his bedroom where a queen sized bed provides you with more space than the couch.

“How do you want us?” Chan asks. “At the same time? You want me and Hyunjin to fill you up?”

Chan smirks at your hesitation, circling around the bed with a predatorial grace. He glances at both of you briefly before fixing his attention solely on you.

“Yes, that's exactly what I had in mind. Both of you… at the same time… filling me up completely.”

Chan and Hyunjin exchange a smile before Chan asks, “Do you want me underneath or on top? Your choice.” His voice carries a tantalizing edge. “Take your time. We have all night.”

You whine at the thought. “Want you under me And Hyunnie from the back. In my…” you flush, unable to finish the sentence.

Chan nods approvingly at your suggestion, feeling himself leaking from your boldness. “Sounds like a perfect arrangement to me.”

Without wasting another moment, Chan lays down on his back then guides you towards him. He positions himself beneath you and braces himself, rubbing his tip between your folds. “Soaked, love. ‘m gonna go right in.”

You slowly sink down onto Chan with a gasp. You chose him for this position because from your quick glance, Hyunjin was longer but had less girth, so he wouldn’t hurt as much when he fucked your ass.

“Channie….” you gasp, eyes tightly closed.

Chan groans deeply as you lower yourself onto him to the hilt, a wave of pure ecstasy coursing through his veins at the sensation of being enveloped by your warmth. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against him as he savors the intimate contact.

“Ahh… fuck… you feel incredible, like always. Keep going. Slow and steady.” His voice carries a husky undertone filled with desire and contentment as he revels in the pleasure that only you can provide. “Don't hold back now… show me what you can do. I'm all yours tonight… make me yours completely.”

As you let yourself adjust to his gradual pace, you turn to Hyunjin and nod. He approaches and lines up to your second hole, looking into your eyes. He swipes his fingers down to the spot you and Chan are connected and uses it as lube for your ass.

“Ready?” You nod, Chan still moving below.

Chan nods in approval as he sees Hyunjin position himself behind you. He grips your hips tightly, guiding your movements atop him as you brace yourself for Hyunjin's entry. “Go ahead, Hyunjin. She's ready for you. Just be careful not to hurt her-” His words are punctuated by a deep moan as he thrusts upward into you.

Hyunjin slowly slides in, inch by inch, making sure you’re okay with each of his advancements. Your eyes widen at the slight burning sensation and Chan smiles up at you.

“Feel so full Channie,” you gasp, eyes watering. “Can you feel Hyunnie inside? Up against you?” Chan’s eyes darken at your words and his kiss is bruising.

Chan grunts deeply into your mouth as he senses Hyunjin's cock pressing against him from inside you, intensifying the already powerful sensations coursing through his body. He clings onto you tighter, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws him closer to you in this intimate threesome.

“Yes… I can definitely feel him inside you. You look amazing… both of you do. Keep going…” His voice grows more passionate with each passing moment, mirroring the escalating intensity of their joint endeavors. “Don't hold back… wanna hear you.”

“Hyunnie…” you say, turning your head as much as you can. “You can start moving now. Want to feel you both moving at the same time.”

Both Chan’s and Hyunjin’s pupils are blown black as Hyunjin begins moving slowly. Your head falls onto Chan’s chest at the sensation. They both have a bruising grip on your hips as they begin using you for their own pleasure.

Feeling Hyunjin start to move within you alongside his own rhythmic thrusts, Chan can't help but let out a guttural groan of pleasure. He tightens his grip on your hips even further, eager to drive both of them deeper into you as they synchronize their motions.

“Yes… just like that. I want to hear you scream my name while we fill you up…” Hyunjin says, who had been all but silent up until now. His voice resonates with desire as he relentlessly drills into you.

The sensation is quickly becomes overwhelming. “Channie, ‘s too much,” you slur. “Need you to go slower-” You begin fluttering around the two of them, and they know it won’t be long now.

Chan senses your distress and reacts instantly, slowing down his pace while maintaining eye contact with you throughout. He leans forward to capture your lips in a tender kiss, grounding you amidst the whirlwind of intense sensations.

“Easy. Just breathe and relax…” His voice carries an assuring tone as he continues to guide you through this shared intimacy at a more manageable speed. “Just focus on the me.”

You nod wearily, and he kisses the tears away that begin forming at the corners of your eyes.

“Shit!” Hyunjin gasps from behind you. “Not gonna last. Do you- d’you want me to pull out-“

You shake your head firmly at Hyunjin's query, maintaining attentive focus on keeping up with the two of them.

“No… don't pull out yet. Lemme ride it out till the end.”

Chan continues to guide you. “We're almost there… hang on just a little longer. You can do it.” His whispered encouragement vibrates against your skin as he plants gentle kisses along your neck, offering solace amidst the tumultuous waves of pleasure washing through you.

“You're incredible. Keep going… give it all you've got…” His praise is interspersed with his deep moans of ecstasy as he seeks to propel each of you towards your ultimate climax.

Suddenly, an idea strikes you. “Wait- Hyunnie!” They both stop moving immediately, worry on their faces.

“Is everything okay? Did we hurt you?” Hyunjin asks. You shake your head.

“No, but… want you both…” you struggle to catch your breath. “Want you both in the same hole.”

Chan exchanges a brief but intense look with Hyunjin before turning back to you, his eyes shining with lust.

“If that's what you want, then that's what we'll give you,” Chan says. “Are you sure about this? Think you can handle it?”

His voice carries an edge of caution mixed with an undercurrent of desire as he waits for your confirmation. You nod. Chan shifts his focus towards Hyunjin, silently communicating their intent to proceed with your request.

Hyunjin slowly withdraws before lining himself up to your pussy. He slowly slides himself in, a loud groan slipping from his lips. Your eyes roll back as they both stay still, letting you adjust. Once you’re ready, you begin bouncing your hips in earnest onto the both of them, revelling in the feeling.

“You like that Channie? Like feeling Hyunjin right up against you inside my pussy? Gonna fill me up good, the both of you.” They both groan at your words, their pace quickening.

“Gonna eat it out of me when you’re both done? Want you to eat every last drop once you’ve filled me up.” You’re babbling now, but the sensations feel so good you don’t care what you’re saying.

Chan pulls you closer against him as he nods eagerly at your suggestion, his dark eyes gleaming with unadulterated lust. “Absolutely… I want every single drop of both of us inside you when we're done here tonight. Nothing will go to waste… I intend to savor every bit of you two.”

“You and Hyunnie can take turns eating it hmm? Do you want that Hyunnie?” you ask as you turn to face him.

Hyunjin’s eyes practically pop out of his head at the thought.

Chan smirks devilishly at your proposal, nodding affirmatively while maintaining intense eye contact with you.

“Yes… I want that,” Hyunjin whines. “I'll make sure none of it goes untasted… every last drop.”

With both of them moving rapidly in you, you were hurtling towards you orgasm, throat raw form screaming.

“Not gonna last Channie …….. Hyunnie… been so good to me, gonna make me-“

Chan focuses all his energy on supporting you through your impending climax, increasing his thrusts in sync with Hyunjin's. He leans in close to whisper hotly into your ear, “You're doing great…keep going… gonna come for the both of us? Like a good girl, yeah?”

His words drive you towards your release. His breath comes out in ragged pants as he pours every ounce of his being into his hips, snapping them back against you in time with Hyunjin. The ferocity of their joint actions and the intensity of their shared vocalizations tip you over the edge and you’re screaming. Tears stream down your face and onto Chan’s muscular chest as they continue their attack on your pussy. You’re clamping around the both of them; it won’t take much longer.

“Amost there. Keep holding on… just a little longer…” With each word he speaks, Chan injects a surge of energy into his pursuit of pleasure, pushing himself ever closer to his climax.

“Fuck!” Hyunjin gasps, and a warm sensation fills you right as Chan wraps his fingers into your hair and pulls you down for a bruising kiss. Chan lets out a guttural groan of pleasure as he releases his seed into you alongside Hyunjin's, their combined cum merging within your pussy. You feel the two of them mixing and slowly dripping out of you.

“You were incredible…” Chan’s voice is thick with emotion as he breaks the kiss, panting heavily against your sweat-soaked skin. The afterglow of the shared climax lingers heavily in the air around you, adding an ethereal quality to the otherwise earthy ambiance of your tangled bodies.

Hyunjin gingerly pulls out first, collapsing on one side of you. You slowly raise yourself off of Chan and follow Hyunjin’s suit, flopping down between the two of them. Chan glances at Hyunjin and they both look down at you with evil grins.

“Got one more in you princess?” Hyunjin says, sounding far more innocent than he looks. Like a cat that ate the canary. Your eyes widen at them as Hyunjin shimmies down your body until his mouth is once again between your legs.

“Such a mess she’s made, Channie-hyung,” Hyunjin tsks, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

“Oh, I know.” Chan concurs. “Our girl’s made a mess of my sheets. We’ll have to punish her for that…”

Chan smirks down at you as he maneuvers between your legs alongside Hyunjin. “Oh… I can already see how excited you are for round two. Not that I blame you; you look absolutely irresistible after what we just did.”

He watches you squirm while Hyunjin continues the quest to clean you up, his lips pursing as he eats his own release out of you. He had a mix of all three of you dripping down his chin. You thought you could combust. Chan settles his face down and begins his own assault on your folds. You three are eagerly anticipating the upcoming continuation of this shared adventure.

#skz smut #stray kids x you #skz x reader #skz x you #bang chan x you #hyunjin x you #red lights #bangchan x female reader #hyunjin x female reader #Spotify

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wasabidottie · 5 months

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Haaaai!! I just finished reading your schlatt x girly reader fic and I absolutely loved it! It's exactly what I was looking for ~3~

Sooo I have a similar request! :Dd

A really girly reader who's the definition of a sunshine. She's very very sensitive, sweet, positive and shy~~ Could you write something about the dynamic between them? I'm an absolute sucker for the "sunshine reader x grumpy I hate everyone but you schlatt"! And I have a feeling you would write it perfectly <3

If you don't mind I would really really like to know how would he react to someone being rude to the reader(she takes it very much to heart and cries) and how would he react :3

This request is very self indulgent so I hope you don't mind <33

Much loveeee! 💕

Mwah! 💋

Sunshine (Jschlatt)

a/n: Ahhh thank you so much for this request!!!! I love it :))) you are literally the sweetest ever <3 (i think im in love with you) super sorry for the delay on this one, hope you enjoy!

also i have a schlatt fic thats kinda similar to this you may also like -> i don't hate your guts

In the bustling world of chaos and brashness, you were a beacon of sweetness and positivity, a living embodiment of sunshine. Your heart, delicate and sensitive, radiated warmth even in the coldest of environments. And then, there was Schlatt, the grumpy, no-nonsense man who seemed to despise the world.

The dynamic between you and Schlatt was like a dance between sunlight and shadows. Your sweetness clashed with his gruff exterior, yet somehow, the two of you found a rhythm that worked. It all began in the most unexpected way.

You, with your infectious laughter and warm smile, had caught Schlatt off guard. He was drawn to your genuine kindness and the way you saw the good in everything. It was as if your sunshine had seeped into the cracks of his tough exterior, softening the edges.

At first, Schlatt didn't quite know how to handle your boundless positivity. He'd roll his eyes at your cheerful greetings, scoff at your innocent remarks, and yet, deep down, he found himself intrigued by this ray of sunshine that refused to be dimmed.

One day, he grumbled about the state of the world, about people and their endless schemes. You listened quietly, your head tilted to the side as you processed his frustrations. Instead of offering a counterargument, you simply smiled and said, "Maybe, but there's still good in people, you know? Sometimes you just have to look a little harder."

Schlatt raised an eyebrow, half-amused and half-annoyed by your unwavering optimism. Little did he know, those words lingered in the back of his mind.

As days turned into weeks, Schlatt found himself gravitating towards you. He'd deny it vehemently, of course. But there was a softening in his gaze when he looked at you, a certain tenderness that betrayed his grumpy exterior.

One day, he caught himself smiling at your infectious laughter. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with warmth, and he quickly averted his gaze, muttering something about finding your joy irritating.

You, on the other hand, saw through his act. You could sense the gruff exterior was just that—a façade. And instead of pushing, you continued to sprinkle your sunlight into his life. Slowly but surely, Schlatt found himself basking in the warmth you offered.

He'd never admit it out loud, but you became his exception, the one person who managed to carve a place in his guarded heart. The scowls he directed at the world lessened when you were around, replaced by a begrudging fondness that only seemed to grow.

In the end, your sunshine had a way of breaking through the toughest barriers. Schlatt might still claim to hate everyone and everything, but you were the exception, the one he couldn't bring himself to despise. And in that unlikely dynamic, a unique and endearing connection flourished.

One evening at a bustling cafe took a sour turn when an accidental spill occurred. You, being your usual clumsy yet endearing self, knocked over a drink onto a passerby's table. The stranger's reaction, however, was far from understanding.

The person launched into a tirade, berating you with harsh words that cut through the air. Schlatt, who had been observing from a distance, felt a simmering anger rising within him. It was one thing for him to grumble and growl at the world, but witnessing someone target you, his sunshine, was a different matter altogether.

Without a second thought, Schlatt stepped in, his presence towering over the rude stranger. "Alright, that's enough," he asserted, his voice low and commanding, the only thing holding him back from saying anything to harsh was your presence beside him. "She made a fuckin' mistake. You think yelling at her is gonna fix anything?"

The stranger, taken aback by the unexpected intervention, stammered but couldn't find words to retort. Schlatt shot them a stern look, making it clear he had no patience for their attitude.

Once the stranger retreated, Schlatt turned his attention to you, his features softening. "Hey," he said, gently placing a hand on your cheek, "don't listen to that crap. Accidents happen. You're fine."

You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and gratitude. The warmth in his gaze was a stark contrast to the cold words you had just faced. Schlatt might not have been the most affectionate guy, but in moments like these, his protective side shone through.

He guided you to a quieter corner, away from the judgmental eyes. "Look, I'm not mad at you, okay? People like that just enjoy being assholes. You didn't deserve that."

You nodded, your eyes still a bit watery from the encounter. Schlatt, in a rare display of tenderness, pulled out a napkin and began dabbing at the spilled drink on your clothes. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about his concern.

As the anger from the confrontation subsided, Schlatt found himself feeling an unfamiliar warmth—a protective instinct he couldn't deny. "Next time someone treats you like that, I'll kick their ass, 'kay sunshine?" he grumbled, trying to mask his concern with a hint of irritation.

You managed a small smile and a nod, appreciating the unexpected support. "Thanks, Schlatt. I'm glad you were there."

He mumbled something incoherent, but the corners of his lips twitched upwards, a subtle acknowledgment of the camaraderie that was growing between you two. In that moment, beneath the cafe's dim lights, Schlatt became more than the grumpy exterior he presented to the world.

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #chuckle sammy #schlatt #jschlatt #jschlatt x you #chuckle sandwich x reader #schlatt x you

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rainontherooftops · 7 months

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Sweet Souls create Sweet Blood

Summary: Taravella "Tav" Greenleaf sneeks away from camp one night to have a good cry. Her friend Astarion, ever vigilant, comes to talk to her - finding out what makes her so sad. Add a concerned wizard to the mix...

Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3 Pairing: Gale x Tav - Platonic! Astarion x Tav (Virgin!Tav) Rating: T Trigger Warnings: Low self esteem, talk of sexual intercourse, self doubt, tears, jealousy, rejection Info: This is set between Act 1 and Act 2 of the game somewhere.

Sweet Souls Create Sweet Blood

„Tears are really not attractive, darling. You should stop crying.”

Taravella “Tav” Greenleaf chuckled through her sobs and tried to wipe her cheeks. She’d thought she was alone this night, sitting at the edge of the small plank that reached into the river that flowed past her, her feet dangling lazily in the current.

Tav didn’t need to look to see that a vampire was near. Her new friend and companion Astarion sat down beside her on the wooden walkway, looking out onto the water and watching the moon reflect on the surface.

“Why the tears, my dear?”

She wasn’t really surprised that he wanted to know. Ever since the party at their camp to celebrate the Tieflings rescue, the two of them had become more friendly. Not in a sexual or romantic sense – but somehow, unspoken, they had woven a small but strong strand of friendship and trust between them.

“Because I think Gale tried to kiss me and I blew it.”, she finally admitted, being more open than she’d wanted. But there was no use in lying. And if Astarion wanted to be her confidant, why not?

“Really now? I understand why you’d want to cry then. Did I tell you that he allowed me to take a nibble the other day? The man tastes like bile.”

Another chuckle.

“But I’m very perceptive. By now I think the whole camp knows that you want him to kiss you. So, I ask again. Why the tears?”

Sighing, Tav leaned her throbbing head on Astarions shoulder and let his arm sneak around her in a comforting gesture.

“I’m not surprised that it’s that obvious”, she finally said.

He squeezed her shoulder to nudge her along.

“Can you taste if someone is a virgin or not, Astarion? In their blood, I mean?”

From the corner of her eyes, she could see that he looked a bit taken aback. Apparently, one could not taste that someone has never had sex by sucking their blood.

“You act quite innocent, and you didn’t indulge at the party like some of the others – but I didn’t really think you were still an innocent”, he finally answered.

Tav shrugged. “It just hasn’t happened yet. Haven’t met a man or woman in my past that was interested in me. And look at me, I’m not exactly a price…”

“Nonsense, darling. You might not be as beautiful as me, but you have your charms.”

Another chuckle. Tav could feel that the conversation between them slowly lifted the weight on her heart.

“The thing is”, she continued, nudging a bit closer for warmth, “I like Gale. I really… really do. And the other night I think he tried to kiss me. But… but I backed away.”

Astarions grip tightened just a bit, a growl in his voice.

“Did he try to force himself on you? Because if he did…”

Tav shook her head vehemently. Gale would never….

“No… But when he tried to approach I suddenly… well. He’s been in bed with a goddess… An actual goddess… and I’m… Well, I know the mechanics of sex of course, and the people in camp are not exactly quiet, and I’m a healer so of course I know what part goes where and what to look out for and how to be save and…”

“You’re spiraling, darling.”

Another sigh.

“I just found myself asking: Why would he want to be with boring, plain me? I can never measure up to Mystra.”

Astarion was silent for a while and Tav relaxed under his soothing half-hug, her feet still being tickled by the cold torrent of the water.

“Do you know what makes blood taste sweet, darling?”

Confused, she leaned back to face her vampire friend, shaking her head.

“I thought Gale would taste rich, like a fine aged red wine – but the magic orb inside him makes his blood taste awful. Given his character though, I thought he would taste sweet.”

Tav listened, fascinated.

“I told you drinking the blood of thinking creatures was different. So, what makes blood taste sweet, sour, spicy, awful, rich or stale is entirely up to what their soul is like. You, my darling, are sweet, caring, helpful, have a heart of gold and most of all – you are kind. Which is why your blood taste sweet, like honey being put into a rich cup of tea. And if the wizard doesn’t fall in love with your soul, then he is a fool.”

It was perhaps the most wonderful compliment anyone had ever given her. So wonderful even that Tav started crying again, hugging Astarions midriff and sniffling, staining his expensive shirt with her tears.

Before the vampire could react however, someone behind them cleared their throat quite loudly.

“Apologies for the interruption”, Gale said, not sounding sorry at all.

Astarion acted so fast that Tav only later realized what he had done. He muttered “thank me later”, into her ear before laughing and pushing Tav into the cold river.

It wasn’t very deep and the current not as strong as she had thought. When she stood up, the water reached her bellybutton.

Tav could hear Astarion laughing, sauntering away while Gale was running along the edge of the plank to lean down and give her a hand.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

Tav shook her head, suddenly shivering, while she took Gales hand and let herself be pulled from the water.

“Why the hell would he do that?”, the wizard growled as he cast what Tav could only assume was the Gust of Wind spell as she felt a warm breeze envelope her and slowly but steadily drying her clothes.

“It was a prank”, Tav fibbed. “We were having a rather… illuminating conversation and I think he wanted to lighten the mood a bit."

Gale was still holding her hands in his, looking down at her face, his features sinister.

“And the tears…. Were they because of him or because of me?”

Damn. Was she that bad at sneaking away from camp? She had hoped the impromptu dip into the river had masked the fact that she had been crying, but apparently not.

When she didn’t say anything, he must have assumed that her silence was an answer, because he backed away slightly.

“Ah, I see…”

“Gale- “

“No need to explain. I clearly misread your behavior towards me. Or perhaps I’ve been blinded by wishful thinking. That doesn’t mean that your rejection hurts any less.”

“Gale, I’m not…”

“But I really thought we shared something.”

“Will you shut up for a second you stupid wizard?”

Gale stopped his speech and looked at Tav in confusion and shock – but to his credit, gave her the time to speak.

“I… I like you, Gale. I like you a lot. But…”

Now or never, Tav. Your blood is sweet. Your soul is sweet. You can do this….

“I… I was afraid that… I am afraid that you might not want to be with me because…. Because I’ve never been with someone. Ever…”

For all his intelligence it took Gale Dekarios a long while before the copper dropped. His eyes went wide before he looked Tav up and down – and then the most delicious blush covered his face.

“Y-You… you mean like…. Never ever?”

She shook her head, sheepishly.

“And… and I thought I could never in a million tendays live up to the experience you have… I mean you’ve slept with a goddess and I…”

Tav was silenced by a tentative but determined fingertip to her lips.

“I admit that is not what I expected to hear tonight. And it does put a few more steps into my plan to romance you properly on my to-do list. But, Tav… Mystra may still be my mistress. But my thoughts and my heart are with you. Have been for a while…”

There were no words for the next few minutes as Tavs heart burst with joy and she suddenly had the urge to wrap her arms around Gale and kiss him.

Unfortunately, the wizard was not well balanced, and for the second time that night Tav landed in the river below.

But this time it was not as cold – because she was wrapped in the warm embrace of the man that she was slowly falling in love with.

AN: This is my first fic for Baldurs Gate 3 - and gods do I love these characters. I really really would like to have Astarion as a friend - so giving him a friend to console when she pines for Gale was something that I wanted to write.

I hope you enjoyed this!

anyone up for a NSFW Part 2?

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale #gale x tav #gale romance #platonic astarion #Astarion x Tav #Baldurs Gate Fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #Gale dekarios #Astarion #bg3 tav

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intothegenshinworld · 1 year

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"Take A Rest"

Summary: Even for an Adepti, with Adeptal energy isn’t always easy. - Reader falls suddenly ill due to their own Adeptal energy when they visit Cloud Retainer on Mt Aocang. Luckily Shenhe is there to watch over them as Retainer collects medication. Note: CH9 of Fate’s Destiny is still being worked on, dw. I just need to copium my way though my health problems, so give me this moment to write a little self indulgent fic–

“One decides you must visit Rex Lapis once more.”

Cloud Retainer’s voice is filled with concern. If Ganyu had stayed behind on Mt. Aocang for a moment longer, you’re certain that Retainer would’ve ordered her to take you back to Liyue once more.

Your chest heaves up and down. You’re trying to get more air into your lungs but your body seems to collapse on you. From head to toe your body is flaring, so hot that you’d jump into the lake located in front of Cloud Retainer’s domain if you could walk over there. But alas, you are stuck leaning your weight on one knee as the other leg tries to keep you upright.

“Hmpf. One shall now allow you to fall into a deep slumber once more.” Cloud Retainer’s voice borders an annoyed tone, but you know she means well. “Were you foolish enough to forget your medicine once again?”

White spots in your vision makes your vision blurry when you look up at the Adepti.

“I’m fine.” You force the words out of your mouth as you hold up a hand, signing her to give you a moment.

Sure, it might feel like you’re about to faint any moment, but that’s what it feels like every time this happens. And around half of the time you’re alright.

“Nonsense.” Retainer mutters to herself for a moment.

If on cue, a cold but welcoming hand makes its way onto your back. “Y/n?”

“I’m fine.” You repeat for Shenhe. “You shouldn’t be near me. This energy is harmful.”

“One can see that.” Retainer snarls back.

You lift your body up from the ground, grateful when Shenhe supports you. Cloud Retainer who you’ve known for many years gives you a doubtful look.

“Your determination is admired, but One shall not watch you suffer for longer. Shenhe–” Retainer cuts her message short.

Without any words needed the white haired woman next to you deciphers Retainer’s message.

“Understood, master.”

Instantaneously after Shenhe answers, the Adepti takes off. You hear her wings flutter a few times before it fades in together with the sound of the wind.

Mt. Aocang is serene and quiet for a while.

No words are exchanged amongst you and Shenhe as she leads you towards Cloud Retainer’s domain.

Between the sounds of your own heartbeat drumming against your ear and your own heavy breathing, you hear birds tweet in the far distance.

Once shielded away from the sun Shenhe supports your weight until you’re fully sitting down in the shade with your back leaning against the entrance of Retainer’s domain.

“Thank you.” you’re somehow able to get the words out of your mouth.

Shenhe turns her head around to face you, “Don’t worry. I ask for nothing in return. You can rest.”

You lift one of your knees to your chest whilst the other rests on the ground. Perhaps this was the aftermath you deserve for surviving the Archon war as one of the remaining Adepti. Either way, you’d carry this burden alone while you’d continue to protect Liyue and it’s citizens.

But somehow… you feel internally conflicted.

‘Is this what dying feels like?’

The warmth flowing through your body was previously overwhelming, but you no longer pay it any mind. It feels… comfortable. Your headache too seems to dull and replace itself with a welcoming exhaustion.

For a moment you close your eyes.

“You mustn't fall asleep.”

Shenhe is crouching in front of you. Two thicker strands of hair frame her face. Ice cold eyes carefully inspect your face from a safe distance, knowing you’d otherwise scold her for coming too close in contact with your unstable Adepti energy.

“I’m not sleeping.” You mutter out.

Your body continues to ache, and despite your best efforts, you think she knows. But despite this, Shenhe makes no attempts to cheer you up. Instead, she sits down in front of the other wall facing you.

Compared to your exhausted form she sits elegantly, peacefully.

As a fellow Adepti, one having lived as long as Cloud Retainer, you know the Shenhe quite well. And perhaps you’ve forgotten that she too must know you better than you’d like to admit.

“Do you remember the first time I met you?” You prompt seemingly out of nowhere. “You were still young, barely started with training and you were already going into a hillicurl camp without plan. If I hadn’t passed by you would’ve–” Your throat tightens up for a moment. You cough.”-died.”

“I would’ve defeated the camp.” Shenhe defends.

You breathe in deeply, having just recovered from a coughing fit. “Perhaps, but you wouldn’t have been able to return to Mt. Aocang with your previous stamina regardless of defeating the camp or not.”

Shenhe stays silent. Her eyes continue to gaze into yours. She doesn’t seem to mind your lecture at all.

“You’ve grown strong, Shenhe.”

Ice cold eyes continue to stare blankly ahead.

“Take a rest, y/n.” her voice is indifferent, but you could’ve sworn you saw worry flash by in her eyes.

“Adepti have no need for your worries.” You joke.

“So I’ve been told.” Shenhe replies in an indifferent way.

While it might go unnoticed to anyone unacquainted with Shenhe, you see her effort to keep you accompanied whilst also respecting your boundaries. Perhaps it was because you accept her in a similar way to how Retainer accepts her. Maybe it was because she pitied you. Either way, her efforts were seen.

She now gazes out of the entrance to the domain and towards the top of Mt. Aocang. White hair blows backwards with the wind. She’s undoubtedly watching over Cloud Retainer’s domain for as long as the Adepti remains absent.

As time passes by slower for Adepti than humans, you’ve failed to recognise her growth.

Within a blink of an eye she’d become an formidable opponent and a beautiful woman.

You sigh deeply and close your eyes whilst keeping yourself conscious.

Somehow you’re able to carry the pain on your shoulders with a little more ease.

#shenhe x you #shenhe x reader #yaepublishinghouse #genshin shenhe #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin drabbles #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader #shenhe #hurt/comfort #?#drabble #sick reader #adepti reader #self indulgent

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misscalming · 1 year

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DND WITH THE TOS CREW

Scotty : 10/10- does the best voices - quick at the maths part - strongly influenced by Gaelic folk stories - makes cool puzzles to solve - runs the most G rated campaigns out of everyone - swears sometimes and apologises for it - really likes teamwork and found family tropes - makes cool as fuck props - dresses up as a wizard - very wholesome - super passionate - beginner friendly -

Uhura : 8.5/10- actually keeps the players on task - good at organising shit - probably makes up cool fictional languages/texts to decipher - makes cool puzzles for players to solve - u feel a little stupid when you can't solve the really hard riddles tho -

Bones : 7/10 - has zero patience - would either rage quit or make the bosses impossible to kill - takes sick pleasure out of taking away everyones hit points - runs the shortest campaigns - kills off everyone as quickly as possible - only became DM after agreeing to play dnd but only if he could be the DM - you miss one session and you come back to see your character has lost 3 limbs and is on 2 hit points

Kirk : 10/10 - goofy voices - makes the best NPCs - kinda gets distracted by players' discussions - runs some of the longest and weirdest campaigns out of the lot - makes heaps of props (not quite as good as scotty's but close) - low key a people pleaser and indulges really dumb side quests the players make up like finding the toilets or some shit - basically all the main "important to the plot" NPC's he plays are hard flirts - has spare dice for everyone - makes awesome stories and great at entertaining everyone with his villain speeches - gets really upset but tries to hide it when you have something on and miss a session and you feel really bad because he puts a lot of effort into the campaign and it means a lot to him - would love to sit down and make character sheets with beginners but doesn't have the time :(

Spock : 7/10- great atmosphere - will put on Vulcan music and vividly describe some waterfall for 30 minutes - kinda boring? - but okay if you like poetry - doesn't let you mess with the NPCs or do ridiculous shit - says "Are you sure you wish to do that?" a lot - impossible to beat bosses - "love wins" every fucking time and fighting never actually solves anything - cock blocks u from the NPCs :( - does not have spare dice for everyone and will make u leave if you don't bring your own dice - no variety in the roles he can play - every npc is just a Spock self insert clone lol - doesn't give you time to think about what to do or let you talk to other players if their characters are physically separated from your own for "realism"

Chekov : 6/10 - communist manifesto role play - feels like you're in an episode of Seinfeld on crack - makes really confusing plots with twenty storylines and thinks he's a literary genius - does really bad accents - spits when he gets too into it - which is often - if you sit a few chairs away and are there for some nonsensical shit he's the dm for you - takes it so seriously you have to laugh - Spock just silently stood up and left after 3 minutes of the first session and never came back - makes really good drawings of everyone's characters tho - just a bad star trek episode in dnd form

Sulu : 4/10 - doesn't really know what he's doing - god his voice tho - forgets the rules sometimes - "uhh what happened last session again?" - "What happened to (insert NPC name here)?" - "Oh- uhh they died, moving on" - doesn't have the drive to be the DM at all really - probably makes nice stories which criticise capitalism - makes you bring your own dice, character sheet and miniatures

Chapel : 6/10 - accidentally shows everyone her notes - lets the players run the game - spends half the time flipping through the handbooks looking for random monsters to throw in on a whim - dedicates herself to her speeches - likes player debates - pretty good at steering the plot

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deconstructthesoup · 5 months

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Fantasy High Adventure Time AU

And I am back at it again with the self-indulgent nonsense...

Okay, so, yeah, this started with my post where I noticed the stark similarities between Marceline and Fig. Which, of course, sent my ADHD brain spiraling, and I decided to actually COMMIT to this.

Also, fair warning, this isn't gonna be neat and organized like my others, this is just gonna be *wall of incoherent text*. If I could draw, this would be entertaining, but, uh... YEP!

*clears throat*

So... Fabian and Kristen are the only two humans living in Ooo, and while they both arrived on its shores in different circumstances, the two of them were both taken in by a goblin family who'd left the goblin kingdom and taken up residence in one of the destroyed cities. Eventually, the two set off on their own, along with their adoptive brother Riz, to pursue a life of adventure and heroism just outside of the Candy Kingdom.

All of them have pretty different motives for going into the hero business, though it mostly comes back to just wanting to stick with each other. Fabian's in it for the adrenaline rushes and the glory, Riz is in it for the detective skills and putting bad guys away, and Kristen's just in it to help others out. Riz is, of course, the braincell amongst the three of them, and he's usually there on the sidelines rubbing the bridge of his nose while his siblings are getting themselves tangled in romantic subplots.

The three of them mostly answer to Adaine, aka Princess Buttercream---a girl who was mutated into a candy person after nearly dying in the aftermath of the Great Mushroom War, and has since built herself a kingdom dedicated to peace, learning, science, magic, and sweets. She's incredibly intelligent (and, unlike Bonnie, actually has a lot of interest in magic) and a very capable ruler, but she does occasionally get herself into scrapes---so, it's a good thing she's got three intrepid heroes watching her back.

Not too far away from where Fabian, Kristen, and Riz live is the Thistlespring residence, where their friend Gorgug lives---a shy half-giant who has a passion for tinkering and dreams of adventuring, but is held back by his fear of his giant fury taking him over. The heroes still visit him constantly and encourage him to try as best as he can, eventually giving him the confidence he needs to start making his own path---and to finally ask out the girl he likes.

Another close friend of the heroes is Figeroth the Demon Queen, a devil-may-care rock star with powers that come straight from the Nightosphere. She, too, remembers what life was like before the Great Mushroom War, but she doesn't really think back on it as much as she maybe should. Fig and Adaine are best friends, and have been since they met in the wastelands of the ruined planet... though their relationship's been a little bit strained as of late, mostly due to Fig's long-ago breakup with the former princess of the Fire Kingdom and the current librarian of Wizard City. Adaine's been trying to get them back together, and while Fig and Ayda are talking again... there's still a while to go.

The Candy Kingdom is constantly under attack by the Ice Queen, who at the start of the story just appears to be a wicked witch who plans on imprisoning Adaine and taking over Ooo... a witch that, unfortunately, Fabian has a bit of a thing for. But after some digging, Fabian, Kristen, and Riz find out that the Ice Queen is actually Adaine's older sister Aelwyn, who's been driven mad by a crown that their father had uncovered in the days of the Mushroom War. Aelwyn has forgotten almost everything---including her best friend and girlfriend, Sam Nightingale---but she still dimly remembers her connection to Adaine, even if Adaine was too young to fully remember her. (Oh, yeah, also, Aelwyn's, like, twelve years older than her in this.)

This is all I really have so far, though I've got a couple other snippets---Ragh also starts out as an antagonist but grows into a solid ally and Fabian's love interest, Tracker and Jawbone are part of a group of werewolves who are descended from some of the original humans, Ostentasia is an LSP equivalent---but, yeah, this is all I can get out right now.

...I gotta go to bed.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #adventure time #fabian seacaster #kristen applebees #riz gukgak #fig faeth #gorgug thistlespring #adaine abernant #aelwyn abernant #this is self-indulgent #can you tell that i've been rewatching adventure time?#fantasy high adventure time au

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yersina · 23 days

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From 'that which you must become (remember your true self)' specifically the first and last paragraph -

It feels disgusting, the weight of expectation and leadership that’s placed on him. He grew up protected by the broad expanse of someone else’s shoulders, despite being stronger in every other way. He was nurtured carefully under a warm wing, spent his early life following like a duckling. He should be repaying the favor, not cultivating a herd of sycophants and devotees.

He agrees to be guild leader anyway. The words feel like ash on his tongue and his signature on the contract reads like gibberish.

The position comes with a multitude of responsibilities, most of which he delegates to others. If he must make an appearance, he does. If he has to say a few carefully scripted words, wear the clothing that his manager tells him to, create an image that Haeyeon can rally behind—fine. He pretends (he pretends, he pretends, he pretends) that it’s another monster he has to slay, that this whole world is just another dungeon with a very specific set of clearing conditions.

He moves through the world not quite believing that it’s real, but there’s no one to blame for that but himself. He was the one who severed the connection tying him to reality

this whole fic was a self indulgent angsty character study, and i am delighted to talk about this passage.

in particular, the element that i really wanted to capture in this fic was the dichotomy between growing up half of a pair and becoming a single, solitary leader out of necessity. yoohyun does not want to do what he’s doing. he hates it. his relationship with yoojin is so so important to him, and he knows that walking away from that is basically spitting in the face of everything that yoojin ever did for him growing up. and yet, when you’re a teenager stuck between a rock and a hard place, and the only person you trust isn’t someone you can confide in, you make some pretty shitty decisions!

i also think that there’s something here to be said about an interpretation of love as safety and obligation, and the contrast between love without protection and protection without love. idk. i don’t think that i was thinking abt it this deeply when i was writing this, at least not explicitly, but i’ve got some Thoughts about relationship roles and what love means within a family haha

He agrees to be guild leader anyway. The words feel like ash on his tongue and his signature on the contract reads like gibberish.

read: yoohyun hates his life lmao

i think? it’s canon that yoohyun doesn’t actually mind being guild leader, or that he likes it or is good at it or something?? i’ve forgotten the specifics. but i dunno, yoohyun strikes me as a very straightforward, no nonsense kind of guy and i can’t imagine him really appreciating or following guild politics or understanding the need for good publicity lol. maybe he picks it up more as he goes, but at the beginning? nah.

another thing that i really wanted to capture here, and also just with this fic in general, is just how young yoohyun is? like he’s a teenager, he knows fuckall abt what he’s doing, and he’s probably got a bunch of adults around him telling him what he needs to do in order to succeed. and like, he’s an s rank, but being an s rank doesn’t inherently give you the knowledge for how to navigate the sociopolitical space of being a publicly scrutinized leader, nor the more insidious manipulation that happens because of that. i don’t think yoohyun, as i’m writing him here, would get that, so i was trying to be rather subtle abt it!

He moves through the world not quite believing that it’s real, but there’s no one to blame for that but himself. He was the one who severed the connection tying him to reality.

YEAHHHH. i mean, when you’ve purposefully left behind the only support that you’ve ever had, what other feeling for that is there other than adrift? when your self identity is entwined with someone else and then you sever that tie, who do you become? yoohyun sure as fuck doesn’t know :>

[send me a passage from one of my fics and i’ll commentate on it!]

#original-robin #sina answers #sina rambles #sctir #s classes that i raised #ask meme #(i meant to answer all of these in order but this one was speaking to me haha. i will get to all of them tho!)

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Across the Silence of the Valley of Dreams - Chapter 1

New story! No Masterlist yet. Inspired by @demondamage and I's roleplay. Hi there, Az. You've now inspired two of my stories.

This isn't the best but it's self-indulgent nonsense so enjoy!

CW: nonhuman whumpee, shapeshifter whump, lab whump, fantasy whump, medical whump, prison system, trans whumpee, magical hierarchy, nonsexual nudity, noncon drugging, noncon exam (cavity search), referenced possible future noncon

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“Are you happy with it?”

June looked in the mirror, eyes dull. He hardly recognized himself. His once long, pristine white hair was now a short, cropped thing.

The man behind him, the one with wings and wolf-like eyes, was watching June carefully.

“Yes, I am, sir.” June hoped that the insincerity wasn’t too obvious. He was lucky. He should’ve been thankful.

The man considered him carefully. A noble, a full-blooded noble was scrutinizing him. June tried not to let his anxiety control his heart.

“You know your manners. Come, the Doctor will see you now.”

June could’ve breathed a sigh of relief. Down winding halls painted white with white tile, June might’ve felt at home, in some sick way. However, these white tiles weren’t snow. The building was too hot for his liking, too.

Eventually, on the eighth or ninth floor, June found himself in front of a single hall that led to a door. The man who’d cut his hair, shaved his face, and dressed him nicely didn’t exit the elevator with him. Instead, the doors closed with a silent finality as June was left to his fate.

He approached the doors carefully, focusing on calming himself.

June didn’t even need to knock. A man with thick black hair and glasses opened the door with a smile on his face. The man’s silvery wings sat on his back.

“The half-blood of the Witch Queen. I never thought there’d be a day I’d get to meet you.”

Of course, June was caught a little off guard. Sure, his reputation was difficult to escape. However, after living alone, in solitary for so long, he never imagined arrest and a plea deal to be his escape.

“Hello, Doctor.”

The Doctor smiled, cutting June off. “Call me Linden. I insist, half-blood.”

June swallowed. Did Linden even know his name? “Linden, then, it’s my pleasure as well.”

Linden motioned for June to enter his office, where he found himself in a large, leather chair. It was nicer than anything June had seen since he’d been arrested. One of the other inmates’ warnings played in his head.

Sick bastard. Nobody lasts longer than three months with him.

When June had asked what he’d meant, the inmate was tight-lipped.

June hadn’t heeded his warning.

Linden circled June for a moment, then took a seat at his desk. “So, tell me the nature of your crime, half-blood.”

“Witchcraft.” June had rehearsed this part over and over again. “I was caught using the dark arts.”

Linden hummed a moment, thinking to himself with that same, eerie smile. It was a cookie-cutter question. Not one that tipped June off to anything.

“The dark arts, huh? And tell me, then, half-blood, why are you here before me? Surely my reputation precedes me.”

“It does, Linden. However, I find myself a fox amongst wolves. I do not fit into this country, much less the prison packs. I need to get out and I’m willing to do anything.”

That smile darkened. “Anything you say?”

“Yes, anything.”

“Even become my next experimental subject?”

The noble before him looked thrilled at the prospect. It unnerved June a bit, in all honesty. Nobody should be that excited about having another Shifter as a subject. An elf, maybe. A vampire, sure. But another one of his kind? That scared June for the first time, having met the man.

However, going back to the prison scared him more.

“Yes.”

Linden grabbed June’s arm, pulling him towards the elevator. It was all a blur and for a moment, June considered if he’d been drugged. There was a strange prick-like feeling in his neck.

Again, instead of many winding halls, June found himself in front of a hall with three doors. Linden pulled a languid June into one of the rooms, the last one at the end of the hallway. There laid a table with all sorts of restraints.

“You’re mine now, half-blood. I want you to remember that.”

When June didn’t reply, a hand flew across his face.

“Answer me when I speak to you, half-blood.”

“Yes, Linden.”

Linden smirked, ushering June onto the table. Maybe he had been drugged. He couldn’t remember much of the office anymore.

“Now, strip for me.”

What?

Another backhand, this time harder. “I don’t want to have to get you a shock collar, but I’m not afraid to.”

“Linden-”

Linden grabbed June’s wrist and for the first time, June realized how much bigger Linden was than him. “Do not speak to me unless spoken to, half-blood. You’re not starting out on the right foot with me, you know.”

That, in and of itself, was a terrifying enough prospect. June didn’t want to be sent back to the prison, so he stripped, revealing the first of many secrets.

He’d changed his body with the dark arts, all except for that one part of him that he couldn’t seem to change with his relatively weak nobleborn magic.

“So, the rumors are true. You were born a woman.”

Magic has removed June’s chest, womb, dropped his voice, given him facial hair, and rearranged his body, but it hadn’t gotten rid of that one part of him.

“Yes, I was. What of it?”

Another backhand.

“It… complicates things. Lie down.”

June knew the threat behind those words, so he laid back. Linden placed a thick anklet around June’s leg and immediately, June felt empty. His magic was gone. It was a piece of enchanted metal, June was sure of it.

Fingers probed June’s mouth, looking, feeling. Somehow, when Linden pulled up a stool, rolling up to June’s lower half, June knew what was about to happen.

Two gloved, lubed fingers entered him. They felt around, feeling everything, looking for hidden contraband.

June froze. Worse could be happening and this was standard procedure, after all. However, something about it felt deeply violating, even as the gloves snapped off and a new pair snapped open. Two fingers entered his anus, searching for anything. Nothing. The gloves snapped off.

June broke out in a cold sweat, the wetness between his legs making him cringe.

Panic heaved in his chest, but he couldn’t show it. What was wrong with this picture? Would Linden take it a step further?

Why couldn’t he react more? Why was every bone in his body tired? What was happening to him?

“Very good. Now, I think I’ll leave the bloodwork for tomorrow. I want you to get adjusted, half-blood.”

The wetness persisted. Was June just supposed to be used to this?

“Clothes are a privilege here. I do not see any sexuality in your nudity, do not fear. However, I see them as too… humanizing for scum like you.”

Scum. That was all June was now, right?

No. No. No. What the hell had he signed up for.

As Linden pulled June up, June fell to the ground. A steel-toed boot met his ribs, knocking June to his side. “Get up. Being pathetic won’t help you now.”

June found himself too weak to stand in his human form, so he took a breath and allowed the fur to sprout and his bones to compress into that small skeleton of an arctic fox.

Linden smiled. “Come now, little fox. I’ll let you get some rest. The medicine must be making you feel awfully sleepy by now.”

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Tags: @i-can-even-burn-salad, @whumpsday, @pigeonwhumps, @oddsconvert

#nonhuman whumpee #shapeshifter whump #lab whump #fantasy whump #medical whump #prison system #trans whumpee #magical hierarchy #nonsexual nudity #noncon drugging #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump fic #whump community #noncon exam #referenced future noncon

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Self-Destructive Life Choices - Part 1

Boss x Employee Orc x Human May not continue

This started off as a self-indulgent boss x employee little smut fic - wherein the boss just propositions the employee one day - but went a completely different direction.

Summary: Estrella Marsh has worked for Kizru Vit, CEO and owner of Storybound Publishing House, for five years. For most of that time, she has harbored a crush on him. A crush which she has, effectively, crushed down and refuses to address.

Three months after Kizru and his romantic partner separate, he propositions Estrella to - ahem - help him scratch an itch. Which, in turn, leads to a bigger proposal.

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Stopping outside her boss’s office, Estrella Marsh took a deep breath and readjusted the litany of papers in her arms. An excited apprehension always came with entering Mr. Vit’s proximity. It had been five years since Estrella started working at Storybound Publishing House and her nerves had never deadened.

Mr. Vit had been the one to hire Estrella as his personal assistant, which was just a more PC way of saying secretary. She answered calls and emails; scheduled and reminded him of appointments; and, less commonly, often read and “red penned” some of the potential manuscripts looking to publish under SPH’s logo. Likely the job should have gone to an actual copy editor or something, but the boss seemed to trust Estrella with the “special” option the most.

Estrella was not sure what made them particularly special, other than the fact they were written by the company’s #1 Best Selling Romance Author, CR Onamai.

Steeling herself as she pushed the door open, she half-hoped he would be gone. It was later in the evening and, since his long-time partner’s departure, he’d taken leaving early without notice. Keeping her head down - certainly not daring to look at the door that once connected Kizru’s office to Ryeleigh’s - she trudged into the office and made a beeline for his desk.

She barely got two steps in when Mr. Vit’s voice greeted her, “Hey, Red, want to help me with something?”

Her head snapped up, finding Mr. Vit leaned back in his chair. His green eyes on her and his eyebrows raised in an inquisitive fashion.

The nickname he gifted her wasn’t particularly imaginative, coined upon her talent for “red-penning” manuscripts. There was no other reason for it, considering she had neither red hair nor a penchant for wearing the color.

Fighting down the heat of being seen, Estrella moved closer to his desk and placed the stack of documents down. Task complete, she stood straight and clasped her hands in front of herself. “What is it, Mr. Vit?”

She was careful to keep the curiosity from her eyes when she looked at her boss.

Kizru Vit was not necessarily someone she had imagined sitting at the helm of a publishing company. If Estrella hadn’t worked at the publishing company, she would have pictured the head to be someone older and bespectacled. Perhaps possessing a distinguished air. Someone no nonsense and particular.

Kizru, on the other hand, was tall and broad with a seaweed green skin tone and features that could be called sculpted or craggy, depending on his mood. His style of dress waffled between business-casual to, on predicted slow days, sweatpants and a tank top. A scar streaked down the right side of his face, turning his right eye a more milky shade of green. Despite the injury, he assured Estrella he could still see out of the eye.

His age was beginning to show in his black beard, peppered with white, and at his white-streaked temples. During her employment, the rest of his hair had subtly shifted from deep black to a lighter shade, undoubtedly becoming lighter with age.

Admittedly, he did wear glasses and at times he could be distinguished. Though thanks to how closely Estrella worked with him, the distinguished air was often undercut by his scatter-minded tendencies.

“It’s been three months since my partner left me, right?” He braced his elbow on top of the desk, leaning forward as his chin rested in his palm.

His position reminded her of a schoolkid, staring longingly at the clock as it inched closer to dismissal time. However, the reminder of his ex almost made her jolt. Ryeleigh, her boss’s ex, had been his romantic partner for longer than Estrella worked at the publishing house. They’d always been pleasant and kind, though professionally distant. Something Kizru could have taken notes on when Ryeleigh was present.

Further, they had always been one of the reasons Estrella had clamped down on the fond thoughts of Mr. Vit, keeping her admiration from becoming more than workplace appropriate.

“Yes, I believe it’s been about three months.” In an attempt to swallow the feelings that threatened to flutter through her, she gave a stoic nod.

Kizru’s green eyes watched her carefully for a long moment, fingers toying with the short beard at his chin. Estrella couldn’t even imagine what he was thinking. Had Ryeleigh contacted him to renew their relationship? Was he considering getting back out into the dating world? Neither of those thoughts seemed like he’d need her input.

He was a grown man, capable of doing his own research or taking his own ass out on the town if he so pleased.

“Alright, putting all the cards on the table,” Kizru finally sighed, pressing both of his palms flat to the desk as he leaned back. She noticed how his chair slid backward as his back hit the cushion. “I’m really horny.”

Her attention shot to his face, her eyes widening at the three simple words. He was horny? Heat churned through her, confused and wary. As much as she admired him, as much as he made something inside her squirm, that was not in her job description. And she wasn’t about to let it become entangled in her professional affairs.

With her eyebrows furrowing and her lips twisting into a frown, she replied, ��You have two hands. Use those.”

“Believe me, I have been. It’s an itch that needs another person to scratch.” Kizru groaned, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling again. He didn’t even have the decency to be flushed at his ridiculous request, Estrella noticed.

“Mr. Vit, this is sexual harassment,” she sighed, her tone a hard warning. He shouldn’t need this reminder. These words alone could ruin him. Only the fact she liked him and felt grateful for this position really saved him from the scandal.

As expected, he nodded and turned his gaze to her. “I know.”

“Then why ask me that!” It was more of an exclamation than a question on her part. She was glad she had already deposited the papers to his desk, otherwise they would have been thrown into flight. While not the first time he had spoken openly - unprofessionally - in front of her, this was by far the worst he’d been. Had the break-up really affected him so badly?

He gave a single shoulder shrug, too lackadaisical in Estrella’s opinion. An infuriatingly light grin tilted at his lips. “You didn’t say no right away.”

“And I didn’t say yes,” she snapped back, trying to convince herself the heat on her cheeks was ruddy anger rather than mortification. Or something worse. “You could get in a lot of trouble for this.”

“Yeah, I know.” Kizru gave another careless shrug that made Estrella want to slap the everloving shit out of him.

“You are risking your career, your livelihood to scratch an itch, Mr. Vit.” It was only by the gods’ grace that Estrella managed to say the words at her regular decibel, albeit in a ferociously clipped tone. She put her hands on her hips, scowling at her boss. Something in his smile twitched a little wider and, not for the first time, Estrella felt like an old-time schoolmarm being sassed by a precocious adolescent.

Which honestly should not have been the case, given the fact he was older than her. But she had always been an “old soul,” as her mother said. Of course, Estrella later realized that was just a more polite way of calling her stodgy.

Kizru shrugged as if he didn’t care about the problems his proposal could cause as he got to his feet. Her mind raced, one question rotating around her thoughts. How could he not care? All the while, part of her watched as Kizru moved out from behind the desk, closing the distance between the two of them.

“Are you having one of those mid-life ‘oh no my partner left me so I’m going to make destructive life choices’ moments?” The words would have had greater impact had Estrella not backed away from her boss with his every step forward. She couldn’t risk Kizru getting closer to her. The heat on her cheeks and the pounding in her chest were already distracting enough. Just catching the whiff of his cologne made her knees wobble.

He paused, looping his thumbs into the pockets of his pants as he regarded Estrella. She could only imagine what he saw. A frumpy woman, dressed in her usual black slacks and white blouse and grey cardigan. Dark brown hair so threaded with grey, it was becoming a lighter, dustier, color. She barely resisted the urge to bashfully push her glasses up higher on her nose.

Did he think she’d be an easy lay? Was that why he was breaching the legally allowable parameters of their employer-employee relationship? Estrella tried to let that thought fuel her anger, but a hidden part of her knew it wasn’t exactly incorrect. She had, in her moments of weakness, fantasized about that very breach of conduct herself.

As if hearing her thoughts, a crooked grin parted his lips, making her insides burn. That particular smile always brought her attention to his tusks, often filed down to nubs. Since the separation, she thought he may have eased off on the ritual, but it was hard to tell.

“Maybe I am being self-destructive or maybe I’m just horny and decided to shoot my… shot with you, Red.”

Estrella narrowed her eyes at him again, somehow feeling the other word he had hanging on his tongue. His smile twitched, a spark of mischief dancing in his green eyes. Shoot his load with her, indeed.

“Look, you'll be all within your rights to go to HR about this. You can walk out that door now and I won’t stop you.” He raised his hands, palms facing Estrella in a non-threatening motion. She had to bite her tongue to keep from ogling his forearms, the sleeves of his button-up shoved to his elbow. This situation was not one where she should gawp at her boss. She should be offended and disgusted, on her way to HR right that moment.

When his next words registered in her head, it froze her thoughts. “But I can smell the arousal on you. I have for a while. Just figured, what with me being single now and the opportunity…”

Cold shot through Estrella, making the heat on her cheeks burn all the worse. Her wide eyes pinned him with a wild look. “How long?”

“Excuse me?” Her tone of voice caused him to pause from creeping closer, cocking his head to the side a little. There was a little spark of amusement in his eye, an odd smile barely quirking his lips at the corners. Somehow, he was taking her words down an inappropriate line of thought.

Estrella swallowed, forcing her tone to come out calm rather than frantic. “How long have you been able to smell arousal on me?”

She had smashed her feelings the moment she met Kizru with his partner at the holiday party, five years ago. She had shoved them so far down, they were flatter than a pancake. There was no way he could have known. Estrella didn’t even allow herself to dally on her… appreciation of him for too long. A wall had been built!

“Oh!” Whatever Kizru had been thinking had apparently been wrong. The wry grin faded a little as his eyebrows quirked. “I’m not sure. I guess I just didn’t take too much notice of it until Ryeleigh left me?”

Well, that was a little bit of a relief. Her shoulders eased, admitting that arousing attraction was different from whatever else threatened to stir in her chest. Kizru was attractive and nice. The occasional daydream was natural.

Still, Estrella glanced at the exit, uncertain what to do. He was circling behind her and her heart wasn’t truly looking for an escape. Hells, her mind wasn’t even telling her to move. Being propositioned by her boss wasn’t unappealing.

“Last chance to leave, Red, before I…”

Once again, his words roused her from her frenetic thoughts. Her attention snapped back to his face, hating how wide her eyes were as she stumbled back from his approach. “Before you what?”

Kizru teeth flashed in a broader smile, taking another step closer. “Before I stop restraining myself.”

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I've written a little bit more to this, but it's only available on my Patreon.

Again, not sure if I'll continue this.

#exophilia #orc #orc lover #monster lover #orc x human #boss x employee #exo writing #not sure if I'll continue this #monster fucker #monster love #monster romance #monster x human #kizru #estrella #self destructive life choices #sdlc

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