#let's test my spice limit

[ggungabyfish]

So, if I were to test my spice limit--if that's still a thing--what suggestions do you have?

I'm specifically asking folks who have done the spice limit challenge before. I want to ease myself and not go ham all the way.

Like, I'm not going to eat five habaneros and then chug a whole bottle of Carolina reaper sauce. I'd like to ease into it slowly

#spicy food #spice limit #let's test my spice limit

[joyful-writings]

❀ sugar 'n' spice

sim jaeyun/park jongseong x fem!reader

word count: 1,172 synopsis: threesome w hard dom!jay and soft dom!jake (pwp, who's surprised) warnings: SMUT (🔞MINORS DNI🔞), cunnilingus and fingering suggested (it's implied but not described), pussy slapping (very miniscule detail but it still happens), mentioned rough sex (minor description + softdom!jake gets a little rough? sorta?? it isn't very detailed anyway), p-in-v (protection not mentioned but wrap it up, don't be stupid!!!), fellatio and cum-eating (kinda?), jay calls reader "slut" "whore" and "bitch", (non-sexual) tension and some arguing between jay and jake a/n: i've never really written threesome smut, so, like... good luck. it's more focused on jay and jake then the reader, and i don't know if anything in this really makes any sense. i just needed to try and get this out of my head because my brainrot is going brrr

"Keep her legs open."

"I'm trying."

Jake's grip on your thighs tightened, trying to pull them apart while Jay aided him, pushing as his fingers dug into your plush skin. You whined and writhed in Jake's hold, hips twisting in his lap as you tried to deter Jay from stimulating your core any more than he already has.

It's been nearly forty minutes now, and Jay's made you cum from his tongue and fingers three times. Jake's been forced to wait his turn, cock straining almost painfully as you relentlessly squirmed in his lap, unintentionally teasing him.

"Hold her still!" Jay barked another order at his friend.

"I'm fucking trying!" Jake spat back.

Frustrated and impatient, Jay slapped your pussy, two loud claps ringing through the bedroom. Your body jolted and you let out a sharp cry, yet you finally gave in. Spreading your legs obediently, you leaned back into Jake's chest.

Jay shot a sharp look at Jake, scoffing before lowering his face toward your core, "Was that really so hard for you to do?"

Jake just rolled his eyes. This is how it always was.

Jay was typically rough with you. He'd overstimulate you for his own delight, loving how you struggled to maintain some sort of dignity before throwing it all away with your release. He'd test your limits by choking you and splitting you open on his dick with barely any prep. He was never too extreme, though. He didn't want to hurt you, only seeking to pleasure you— as well as himself —at the end of everything. Plus, Jake would never allow him to push you too far.

Jake was the opposite of Jay. If Jay was the spice, then Jake was the sugar. He loved to pamper and praise you, to take his time as he appreciated every centimeter of your body. His touches were always soothing caresses, his strokes were slow and steady as he put your needs ahead of his. He never forced you to take more than he knew you could handle.

Listening to you helplessly begging and pleading with Jay now, Jake couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing your thighs tight again, he lifted your hips away from Jay's mouth. Free from stimulation, you took a moment to catch your breath, lolling your head back tiredly. Jay, on the other hand, glared up at Jake, tensions rising between them. "What the fuck?"

"You're fucking torturing her." Jake held you close, wrapping an arm around your middle. "I'm gonna give her what she needs, then we'll be done."

"Maybe you'll be done," Jay huffed. He sat up, sitting on his knees to appear just a bit bigger. "I know she can take more— she's just a little slut, Jake. Why don't you ever treat her like one?"

"Because I'm not a sadistic asshole..."

Sliding out from behind you, Jake laid you down on the bed, ensuring there was a pillow under your head. He stood and stripped himself of his final clothing items— a pair of boxers, presumably ruined by precum —before hovering over you. With one hand on your cheek, caressing the soft skin, his other hand aligned his tip with your entrance. Jake kissed you sweetly as he pushed in, making you moan against his lips.

Jay watched you both from the end of the bed with disinterest. "So pathetic..." 

However, he had to admit, something about the way you gazed at Jake so adoringly made his desire for you stir in his lower stomach. He couldn't help himself from stepping toward the edge of the bed, pelvis level with your head. Grabbing your jaw, Jay turned your head toward him, stealing your attention from Jake. Your eyes widened at the sight of Jay's cock right in front of your face.

"Open."

You quickly obliged, mouth falling open and tongue rolling out. You tried inching your face closer to Jay's length but could only move so far, barely flicking your tongue across his cockhead. Jake gazed at you, almost dumbfounded, wondering how you could be so desperate despite being so worn and sensitive. It made his thrusts a bit harsher, his breathing heavier while he watched Jay rut himself into your mouth.

Jay gripped the hair at the back of your head, forcing your mouth up and down his cock at a bruising speed. You could barely breathe, continuously gagging around him, drooling from the corner of your mouth. Being used by him made you clench around Jake, tearing a groan from the former's throat.

"She squeezin' you?" Jay smirked upon seeing Jake's scrunched-up face. "Bet she is, bet her pussy's squeezin' you so tight... Little bitch loves being used like a whore."

Jake ignored Jay's taunts, losing himself in pleasure as he pistoned in and out of your tight cunt. He didn't even notice his grasp on your waist tightening, sure to leave dark fingerprints, stubby nails trying to dig into the flesh. It made you moan around Jay's dick, Jay grunting in turn.

"Fuck her harder."

Jake looked up at Jay, dazed. "What? No."

"Quit being scared." Jay glanced at Jake for only a moment, primarily focused on the way your mouth took him in. "Fuck her good. Make her cum, Jake. Can't you do that?"

Now, Jake was irritated. And that irritation was released unto you, Jake taking your legs and hoisting them up to his shoulders, hugging them against his body as he started slamming into you— quite literally. The sound of his hips roughly hitting yours overtook every other sound within the room. You clawed at the bedsheets beneath you from Jake's newfound pace, crying around Jay's length and making his thrusts stutter.

"Shit..." Jay brought both hands to the back of your head, forcing himself down your throat as he came with a low moan. Gradually pulling back, his warm, thick cum flooded your tastebuds, coating your mouth.

Before you could swallow, Jay pulled out and turned your head to face Jake. "Open up and show him what you've got in there."

Looking up at Jake with a teary gaze, you opened your mouth as told. Jake took one look before his eyes rolled back, burying himself deep in your core. He didn't even realize he was so close to the edge, but seeing you like that shoved him over it, moaning and whining shamelessly as he came in your cunt.

"You gave her what she needs, like you said. You done?"

Jake furrowed his brow for a second, looking back at Jay with a small glare. Though, he wasn't upset with Jay necessarily— he was ashamed of himself for craving more. When Jake shook his head, Jay smirked. Refocusing on you, he grabbed your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks. "Seems like you're in for a long night... But you'll be a good slut for us, won't you?"

Jay tapped his fingers against your cheek, hand sliding down to the base of your throat after. Jake merely watched, feeling himself getting hard all over again.

a/n: uhhh happy sunghoon day???? i know this isn't a sunghoon fic, but i am writing for him as we speak! i still wanted to post something in the meantime, and i've been plagued with the unholiest of thoughts recently, so here we are

✿ partially inspired by jungwon saying jake's sweet and jay's venom in their sweet venom studio choom behind

#joyfulwritings #>1k words #kpop #fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #enhypen #enha #enhypen fanfic #enha fanfic #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen jay #enha jay #enhypen jake #enha jake #enhypen jay fanfic #enha jay fanfic #enhypen jake fanfic #enha jake fanfic #enhypen jay smut #enha jay smut #enhypen jake smut #enha jake smut

[lisired]

the devil’s cup

pairing: demon!haechan x (f) reader

genre/warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), demons/underworld, mentions of death and self-destruction, unprotected sex/breeding (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), edging, very slight degradation

summary: In a world where humans and demons are separated by earth and the unknown, you’re curious about the creatures that most mortal beings are too frightened to investigate. More specifically if they can please you sexually. As they say, curiosity killed the cat.

wc: 6.8k (this is the shortest fic I’ve done in a minute)

a/n: quick (and short) write! as always, feedback is appreciated!

There was a bit of division between the upper and underworld. 

That said, that never prevented the interaction of humans and infernal spirits. It only limited them, though even with said inhibitions in place, forbidding could only go so far within mortal control. 

Not everyone was god-fearing. Least of all demons. 

Though you weren’t exactly fearless, you were curious to a fault. Human knowledge of the underworld was limited. You lived in a world where plenty of supernatural beings - werewolves, faes, vampires and the like - coexisted in an integrated society, but demons lived in an unexplored world of their own.

Which, obviously, was the underworld. 

The church insisted it was for your own sake. You had practically never mentioned your intrigue to anyone, though that was chiefly because you were terrified to. The pastors were passionate in their sermons, deeming anyone who played with the devil a sinner beyond redemption and a betrayer of faith. You knew you’d be thrown scornful glances in an instant. 

You weren’t the only curious one. There were plenty groups of people who conjectured about the underworld and its occupants. Which was not an option for you for many reasons. First of all, they teetered on extremism. Second, you would undoubtedly be banished from society for so much as breathing near them. 

Your only option was your friend. Who happened to be supernatural himself. 

Ten laughed. “Let me get this straight. You want to fuck around with the devil?” 

You frowned. Though you definitely preferred the ridicule over the comtempt. He, however, wasn’t exactly in the place to mock you. “Come on, Ten. Didn’t you call on a succubus?” 

“Correction - you want to fuck the devil.” 

“Ten,” you whined. 

Ten shook his head. This was hilarious, because you were completely serious. It was also somewhat worrying. Most humans that had toyed with the devil for too long never survived. “Babe, I’m a vampire. Have been for sixty-two years. I’m technically in my eighties. You, sweetheart, are a human. Incubi can kill mortals like you.”

No wonder he tended to act like a cranky grandpa. You folded your arms stubbornly. 

The truth was that you were searching for a way to spice up your sex life and strangely enough, a demon sounded like exactly what you needed. You were desperate at this point. The men earth had provided for you were useless. You could count on both hands how many times you had given them a try and were ultimately unsatisfied. You were out of options. 

“One time won’t hurt, right?” you asked, batting your lashes. “Please, Ten. I just want to try. I can only die if I do it continuously.” 

Ten blew out a sigh. “Woman, you’re insane.” 

You whined, “Pretty please? I’ll literally buy you those Starbucks drinks you like everyday for a month. I need this.”

Ten mulled the offer over. On one hand, this was not only dangerous, but deadly. There was a chance that he could risk losing you in the process. But on the other, you were a responsible adult woman. It wasn’t like you would be selling your soul. You’d simply be testing the waters. “Fine. I’ll help you, but you better only do this shit once. I’ve had to bury a friend before. I don’t wanna go through that hell again.”

You lept up excitedly and cheered, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much.”

“Whatever,” Ten said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll be back later with the stuff. And I’m taking it back after tonight.” 

Frankly, you couldn’t care less. You knew your best friend was only trying to protect you, and you genuinely didn’t intend on disobeying. You were curious, not stupid. Nor did you have a death wish. 

Ten reappeared later that night with the materials necessary to summon a demon. Technically, you could have done it without them, but that would’ve been a much more ineffective, chance-based approach. It also most likely would have taken way longer. According to Ten, the board had a ninety-percent success rate. 

He had told you, “Unless you’re like, extremely unfuckable, it’ll work for sure.”

You snorted. 

That was how you met Haechan. 

Black smoke rose from the ground, wavering murkily with a ghastly noise until it dwindled fainter and fainter. You took a step or two back, holding your breath with curious fear as you waited for the mist to clear. 

Once it did, the handsomest man you had ever seen materialized before you.

You audibly gasped. Frankly, you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this. His dark hair was slicked back, forehead exposed to the breeze that temporarily coursed through your home, and he was tan-skinned. Like the heat of hell had graced his body. 

His pretty lips curled into the utmost smuggest grin. “Aren’t I lucky? I could feel that you would be gorgeous.” 

“You could feel it?” you repeated dumbly. In your defense, you were stunned. 

The average idea of a demon was a grotesque blood-hungry monster and needless to say, this nameless boy didn’t fit the bill. Part of you was half certain that Ten was pranking you, firm in his decision that it was foolish for a human to engage with a demon. He seemed like a regular, everyday being. Except maybe not. Most men weren’t this beautiful. And his presence was inexplicably strong.

Haechan scoffed, “Yeah? How else do you think I got here? I could feel your energy. It was calling me.” 

The room reeled. The air felt different, thicker. Your body lighter. There was an air of danger to this boy with a trace of something else that you were equally drawn to. 

Energy. Was it possible that you could feel his energy too? 

Given you were in a state of mental narcosis, more or less the effect of his aura, Haechan gleaned you wouldn’t respond and instead approached you. It felt like you were jolted awake when his warm skin pressed to yours, his lips and breath ticking your neck. 

“Haechan,” the demon whispered, but it felt like the thrumming of the wind. “That’s the name I want you to say tonight.”

Heat wafted over you. You nodded, because you couldn’t say another word. As if an invisible hand was clasped around your throat. 

Haechan coiled an arm around your waist, forcing your back flush against his chest. “Tell me what you want,” he purred. Your thighs were bare and he snagged the opportunity to grope them, free hand leisurely rising higher. For now, they landed squarely at your ass. “So I can help you.”

You swallowed hard. Part of you was afraid, but the other was enticed by the danger. It always had been. Your voice lacked complete confidence. “I… wanted something new. The men here aren’t adequate. I needed something else.” 

“Oh?” Haechan cocked a brow and snickered. “Don’t worry about that tonight, baby. I’ll make you forget about everyone except me.” 

For a while, you had been at war with yourself, dithering between your options. But Haechan had tempted you. Whatever fight you had abandoned you as he brought you to your bed. 

Every alarm in your body was ringing, sirening to you that danger was near at hand, but the soft lulling of his voice abated your panic. The horns were blown, but you were too far gone to hear them. 

Haechan lay you at your backside and you swayed like a leaf, throat parched dry when you glimpsed into his eyes. They were red with lust, dark as blood. “Don’t look so scared,” he reproached, but it was of little substance given the smidgen of a smirk you’d seen on his lips. 

You were still tongue tied and at a loss for breath, never mind words. 

Haechan’s touch wasn’t gentle in the slightest as he came to tear your clothes away, shredding them layer by layer. His fingers skimmed against your body and your skin scorched where he touched you. 

Admittedly, it was somewhat true that you were frightened, but this was exactly what you needed to fill the empty chasm of excitement in your sex life. Between thrill and fear, the feeling that coursed through your veins was indistinguishable. 

You had cycled through mortals and been left unimpressed each time. There was bad, and then there was decent. You wanted neither. You wanted someone to go above and beyond. They tended to do only enough to barely get you there. If even. You’d seen it all; you wanted mind-blowing.

You shivered at the cool sensation of the air against naked skin, but it was immediately negated by Haechan’s body heat. Still, it wasn’t enough. You whimpered, “Touch me.” 

“Eager, aren’t we?” Haechan snickered. “Say please.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Please. I need you to touch me.” 

Satisfied, Haechan snatched your panties with a final tear and skirted a hand between your thighs. They were already open and parted, welcoming him keenly. 

It was only when you felt his slender fingers scissoring between your thighs did you notice how wet you were. The thought alone had been arousing. The sight of him even more. It was the weaving of those individual factors that had you gathering in his palms like water. 

Haechan shook his head with mirth. “Something tells me that you don’t get wet like this too often. Do you, baby?”

The answer to that was so embarrassingly obvious that you wanted to shrink until nothing remained of you. Your cheeks stung. “No. Not really.” The more you thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been so aroused. 

If ever. 

“Aren’t you a little sinner,” Haechan said and chuckled to himself. Needless to say, he was amused. A pretty girl like you that could most likely have any guy she wanted calling on a demon because the men on earth can’t satisfy her? He was delighted. And almost humiliated on their behalf.

Like the cruel demon he was, he added, “It’s a little pathetic, don’t you think? Getting wet for me when you could easily find a human to fuck.” 

You whined, but ironically pulsed around his fingers. Those words were as true as they were humiliating. His fingers coaxed into you with a loud, wet squelch. 

Haechan eyed you with the intensity of a ravening werewolf. The likes of you were familiar - pretty girls that were too curious for their own good and went looking into entities where they had no business for pleasure. Never would you be the first or last, though regardless he had a job that he was more than glad to fulfill. 

Pleasure played out on your face. That said, you wanted more. You had always considered that maybe you were the problem. Maybe you were the one at fault because you were too greedy, too insatiable. Enough was a word of little subtance to you. 

But you noticed a sort of stark divergence here. With your previous conquests, you were unsatisfied because they took pleasuring you as if it were drudgery. This was more or less a job for Haechan, yet in spite of that, he seemed enlivened. 

Boys came a dime a dozen. Pleasure like this? It was a luxury far beyond your worth. 

“Fuck me,” you whispered. You were even willing to beg, if that was what it took. 

“Mm, no. Not yet,” Haechan said, having a good chuckle at the look of incredulity on your face at your expense. 

Never had you ever been turned down. It was always you that turned people away. Men that were bound to be disappointments in the sack lined up for you. They never hesitated to take advantage of your desperation. 

Haechan curled his fingers, sending every wall of the room reeling. Your pupils dilated when he leaned in, firmly holding your jaw to make you meet his stare. “Human boys don't build you up, do they? They just take what they want and leave. I'm going to take my time with you, baby.”

You doubted anyone had ever uttered anything like that to you before. 

His grip slackened. Not many words needed to be exchanged, the two of you content with the sounds of your soft moans and wet cunt filling the air. 

The glimmer of mischief on Haechan’s face turned pensive. “Can’t decide how I want to fuck you. What about you, pretty thing - how do you want to be fucked?”

You felt your cheeks warm in response to his question, though you had a contemplative answer. Any additional eye contact would have landed you in an early grave, but you wanted him to take control. Too many times had you had to take the lead because you chased your own pleasure. You were in dire need of relaxation. 

And if you were being honest, you'd let him have you any which way. 

“From behind,” you replied, clinging to the pretense of indifference. 

The mischief returned at the speed of light and Haechan taunted, “Scared to look me in the eyes?” 

You blurted, “Can you read my mind?”

“Yes.”

Every functioning gear within you halted and your body slammed on the brakes. Made worse by the serious look on his face. 

Then, Haechan erupted with laughter. “Sike.” You were relieved, though not amused. “I’m just fucking with you. I’m not psychic.” 

As if to apologize for the massive scare he’d only just now given you, Haechan swept in and pressed a brief yet unnaturally hypnotic kiss to your lips.

You felt like you could die at any given moment, but strangely enough, you liked it. 

It was game over when he interposed another finger between your walls, tall and slender. You were plagued by so many emotions all at once that you hardly realized how close you'd gotten in no time at all. Time expedited, but the minutes ticked slower.

You grabbed Haechan’s wrist, fighting for control of his movements, though not that he needed much guidance. It was an act of bad habit, you supposed, but Haechan smirked and let you do as you pleased. For now. 

“Haechan,” you whimpered, reminded of the name you were instructed to say. 

The man in question eyed you with a lustful awe. It was the first time you’d said his name and brother, was it a delightful noise. He hummed, “Close?”

You bobbed your head. No words needed to be said. The way your entire body responded to his touch as if it was owned by him was enough of an indication. 

In a mere instant, you felt empty and desolate, warmth fading into crisp ice without warning. You whimpered, turning to look at the culprit, but met with only a smug smile. 

No way in hell had this demon just edged you. 

Haechan beat you to a word and explained, “I want you to cum on my dick. Is that alright, princess?”

“Please, hurry,” was your desperate response. You had no protest. You simply needed to feel him as soon as possible. 

Haechan had a nice laugh at the sight of you trying to find his hands anew and fuck yourself against them, but retrieved them, bringing his fingers that were coated in your slick to his mouth and sucking them clean. Ironically, you tasted like heaven. 

You moaned when Haechan kissed you, his saliva palliative to the ache of the wait and wanting. It took your mind off of the throbbing between your sensitive thighs while he shredded what remained of his clothes. You were so wrapped in his dark magic, a pawn in his devilish game, but you didn’t care. He could destroy you until you were no longer flesh and bones and you'd say, “Thank you.” 

Haechan was ready with burning lust and he growled, “Hands and knees.” 

You didn’t hesitate to scramble into position, as if he'd punish you for wasting a second of time. Every voice in your mind was subdued and you only listened to the thudding sound of your racing pulse. It screamed even louder the closer Haechan’s body came into yours. 

A gasp tore out of you the moment you noticed his cock stretching you open, ceasing the long wait. It was accompanied by another hushed growl, Haechan’s hands finding purchase at your hips. He filled you nice and slow, the pace so agonizing that you were tempted to believe he was testing you for the sake of toying with you. 

“Don’t tease. Please,” you begged. “I want you to fuck me - hard.” 

Haechan cocked a brow, but made no protest. “Whatever my pretty girl wants.” 

You fought for breath when every inch was encased between your warm and wet walls, pulsing around his thick cock. Haechan penetrated you with a hiss at how you swathed around him so tightly. 

Your body came alive at the touch of the undead, responding to his body with voracity. Haechan had no intention of restraining himself, ramming his hips into yours vigorously. He set a brutal pace, enough to sate you and your unnatural urges. For now. Your flesh scorched with fever, broiling under his fingertips yet craving more of him, more of the singe. You were indescribably elated. 

Haechan seized you to a bruising extent and braced his teeth into your shoulder, effectively smothering a noise. You let out a cry of pain and pleasure, warped together to create some inexplicable sensation.

“So goddamn tight,” Haechan hissed, giving your ass a smack or three. Every thwack sent you clamping even tighter. “You like it rough?”

Between a thread of moans, you whimpered, “Yes.” But the way he drove his cock into you - hurried and ruthless - bundled your head into the mattress, your cries smothered by the pillows.

Haechan latched onto your hair, letting out a hollow, breathy laugh when you moaned. You were so eager to take him, never shying away from his actions.  

It was paranormal, like nothing you had ever felt before. You'd yet to discern the invisible shroud of mist that billowed in the air, the spine-chilling gale that swept over you and chaperoned his presence, but you loved it. It kept you on your toes and made you hold your breath. Something to this extent felt forbidden, like you were getting a taste of pleasure beyond human capacity. It was an ethereal and otherworldly type of pleasure.

You felt so light that you could topple over from one breath. 

Haechan’s eyes lingered on the way your whole body tremored at the impact of his thrusts, your ass meeting his cock with a slap and your breasts bouncing underneath you. Your body was gradually beginning to be coated in bruises and scratches, remnants of him that would linger even after he was long gone. 

You loved that he was rough, loved that he fucked you like there was no tomorrow without overdoing it. He only had one night to give you the best dick of your life and was successful so near in. 

Many had tried, but many had failed to fuck you like this. You knew you would be sad to see him go. 

“Oh my god,” you cried, your voice given an outfall for speech courtesy of the way Haechan lifted your head by your hair. You were melting into abyss. 

Haechan tugged at it a little rougher and demanded, “Tell me you love this.” 

“I love it. I love it so much,” you babbled. Your thoughts were revoked. Your body was on fire. You knew one thing and it was the feeling that lit you off and riled you up. 

The demon boy smiled. He wasn’t psychic, but he knew how you felt without saying. It was in how your body responsed to his, submitting to his every move. Your body betrayed you, presenting all of your emotions on a silver platter. 

Haechan discerned you were near your climax and leaned closer, teeth grazing over your shoulder when he growled, “You’re close.”

It wasn’t a question; you were close. That much was obvious. You could only bob your head, blabbering more hardly coherent sentences that he found amusing. 

You fisted the pillows and sheets for dear life, clinging to whatever you possibly could to anchor yourself. You felt like you had been put together solely to be destroyed afresh. As if his intention was to shatter you piece by piece. 

In that case, he was doing a damn good job. 

If possible, Haechan’s pace became even more merciless. “Let go,” he coaxed surprisingly gently, strumming you to climax with his fingers at your clit. Your body one-hundred percent intended to obey him, unable to defy its urges. 

You screamed with orgasm, burying your face into the pillows to smother your cries of pleasure. Tears welled in your eyes, rivulets trickling down your cheeks. Your body felt whole and empty all at once, overcome by an overwhelming sense of relief. Even after you came, you were still pulsing around his cock, eager to get him there. 

“Cum,” you begged, still waiting for him. “Please?” 

The desperacy in your voice practically finished Haechan then and there, and he grunted, “Fuck.” There was no way he could tell a pretty thing like you, “No.” 

Haechan found a bruising grip on your ass to anchor himself and his cock twitched with release inside you, his mouth parting with a series of moans and growls. You whimpered when he filled you, painting your walls with warm cum. Only then did your spent body slacken, collapsing exhaustedly against the sheets. 

Haechan flipped you on your back and kissed the corner of your lips. There was something abnormally soporific about the way he tasted, because your eyelids began to weigh more than your body altogether. 

“That’s it, baby. Go to sleep,” Haechan whispered, lulling you to sleep with his gentle voice. 

There was nothing to fight. Your body lost all strength when you climaxed, and you succumbed to sleep in a matter of mere seconds.

“Atta girl,” was the last thing you heard before pitch black darkness bled into your vision. 

When you roused from your sheets in the morning, Haechan was - as expected - no longer there, but traces of last night remained. Your bed was a mess, but you were in shambles, hair tangled on your bed and your body stained with tears, scratches and bruises.

Humorously, though somewhat questionably, only none of his semen was there. You wondered if demons could get humans pregnant. 

You were elated, but somewhat disappointed. From the beginning, you were aware that you couldn’t see him again, but after last night, you were desperate. There was no way in hell he could show you a good time to simply never see you again. It was unfair. 

The sound of your front door being pounded mercilessly startled you and you jumped out of bed, scrambling to cover your bare body and then rushed to the door.

When you opened the front door, Ten awaited you on the other side.

“You look like hell,” commented Ten offhandedly. You were always in wonder at how vampires could roam in the daylight, but allegedly, it was courtesy of potions and spell work. 

“I had a long night,” you deadpanned. 

Ten chortled and stepped inside. “I’m sure.”

You shut the door behind the pair of you and led him to your bedroom where your sheets were a disheveled mess on your bed. Last night had left the board on the floor to be forgotten. 

Disinterestedly, you plopped on your bed. There was a question billowing like fog in your brain and you feigned your most indifferent tone when you asked, “Will he want to come back?”

Ten thought nothing of your question and shrugged, leaning over to pick up the materials you'd abandoned. “Depends. Demons know these… arrangements get messy. Some care, some like messy. It's not rare. Just in case, I’ll have a witch friend of mine fix a spell to ward evil spirits off.”

“Oh,” you replied, playing innocent. But that wasn’t what you wanted. You dwelled over last night and the thought of Haechan coming back for seconds. You weren’t special, that you knew. Demons of his kind has a nonselect variety to choose from, but you knew only he could pleasure you like that again. 

Like he was catching on, Ten added, “It’s not a good idea to give him a chance to get attached. Some demons are bitter and possessive. The moment they want you to be theirs, they’ll hurt you and anyone else who gets in their way in response to a perceived betrayal.”

His warning spooked you, but not by much. You assured Ten that you understood and would leave that night behind you. After all, with all the measures taken, it was out of your hands. 

One night became several. 

In your defense, you weren’t the one that summoned him. It was because of your energy. He always claimed he could feel you. You frequently laid brooding in your home, yearning for him to return. 

And then, he appeared. You knew when Haechan was there and when he wasn't. It was his presence. You could feel it in your chest. You couldn’t explain it, but whenever he was in range, a gust of cool air would sweep over your shoulders and a thick gale would strike your lungs, rendering you breathless. 

Haechan materialized in that same shroud of mist, snickering to himself when your startled figure trembled. 

You gawked when you saw him in full glory. “How the hell…” 

“Your friend isn’t the only one who knows a sorcerer,” Haechan grinned smugly. “I felt your yearning - did you miss me?” 

Oh, did you. You had spent the past couple of weeks trying to get yourself off the way that he had, but to no avail. There was only one remedy for you and you were forbidden to have him. 

“A little,” you admitted. Though you had a feeling he could see right through you, it was a lot easier to say compared to admitting you thought of how his hands felt on your body every time you touched yourself. 

“I think you missed me a lot,” Haechan teased, stepping closer. Meanwhile, you were riveted in place, unable to move. You gasped when his hands browsed up your dress, targeting your damp panties. “Are you saying this isn’t for me?” 

You tensed and whined, “Haechan.”

Haechan gave you a smile, the same devilish one he always wore. He slipped your panties to the side and brushed his slender fingers against your dampening cunt. “Tell me you missed me.” 

“I missed you. I missed you a lot,” you confessed without hesitation. “I… I’ve been thinking about you all day.” 

He cocked a brow and crammed a pair of fingers inside you. “Yeah? You been thinking about me fucking that tight little pussy?”

Your knees were bucking. You needed him more than you’d ever needed anything before in your life. “Please,” you cried. “Please, please…” 

The demon silenced you with a kiss that made you feel so light, you almost tipped over. He caught you in his arms and carried you to your bedroom. 

When you were finished, Haechan fell heaving at your side and groaned, “You’re always so goddamn tight.”

You giggled. “You love me.” 

Like you had said some forbidden word, Haechan switched on a dime and gave you a fair warning. “That’s the snag, baby girl. I can’t love you.”

That you knew, but it stung to hear aloud. You were by no means in love with the demon you'd only fucked on two occasions, but hell, he seemed like the best option. There was a bit of venom in your tone when you responded, “But you fuck me.”

“Yes. Because that’s what I do. I have sex with you needy little humans and drain you to death of your energy. Then the next one comes along and the cycle repeats. I can’t love you because you’re going to die some day, babe. Even sooner the longer you mess around with me.” 

You blinked. He was a hell of a lot more forthright than you expected. Haechan was going to fuck you within an inch of your life. Literally. 

That was how the cycle began. Haechan informed you of a simpler way to summon him and he began to visit you more often, stealing your nights away. You never mentioned him to anyone. If Haechan didn’t kill you in time, Ten would undoubtedly burn you alive. 

You loved spending nights with Haechan, and over time, those moments together bled into days and mornings. More often than not, you would talk the day away, discussing everything under the sun and moon. 

Six years ago. Those events culminated in this later two-part dilemma you’d brought upon yourself. 

Weeks turned into months. You were growing weaker. The venom was slowly killing you, contaminating your blood far beyond human reclaim. 

Additionally, everything the two of you had said about loving each other had gone terribly south. The more you got to know Haechan, the deeper you fell. And watching you fall drastically ill under his influence tore an unfamiliar feeling from his cold heart - fear. Losing you cooled his already icy blood. 

Haechan heaved a breath, trying to remain calm. The two of you knew that this would happened, but goddamn, he would have never predicted that he of all people would fall in love. It was almost laughable. “I can immortalize you, but there’s a catch.”

You eyed him expectantly. “Like what?” 

“You’ll watch the people you love die,” Haechan said morosely. “Your entire life will fade with your mortality.”

You frowned. That was a given, but you loathed the thought of that day. No matter how far in the future it may have been. There were always immortal beings to befriend at your disposal, but the current mortal ones - your family - would pass on without you. 

But even more, you loathed the thought of them having to bury you. You would take the pain in sacrifice if it meant they never had to feel the empty ache of lost. 

“Okay.” 

Haechan shot you a look. “Okay, as in what?” 

With shaky hands, you blew out a breath and told him, “I’ll do it.” 

Haechan interlaced your fingers between his and pulled you close. The last thing he wanted was to lose you, but he also wanted you to do this completely out of your own free will. “Are you sure? This isn’t some reversible shit. No take backs.” 

“I would rather bury my family than have them bury me,” you whispered fiercely. It was all you had the strength to do. “I made this mess, now I have to fix it. I can’t let them be miserable over a stupid mistake I made. I won’t.” 

Instead of recoiling from your slight outburst, Haechan held you even firmer. It was a sensitive spot for the both of you. There were available alternatives, none long-term. This was by far your safest option. 

Death was not an option. 

“If this is what you want,” Haechan said, like he was giving you one final chance to reconsider your choices. But you were firm in your decision. This was the price that you had to pay. “Everything will be okay. Baby, I swear.” 

God, you wanted to believe him with everything you had, but you were terrified. For as long as you'd known him, Haechan had always been more calm and self-controlled than you ever were, but even now you could see cracks in his demeanor. He wanted to be strong for the both of you, knowing you would shatter the moment he did, but this had him rending at threat of rupture. 

Haechan lowered himself to your height to be eye-level with you and asked, “Can you get dressed?” 

You bobbed your head. You weren’t completely deprived of your vigor. Not yet, although you had been passing through the days on preservation potions and the like. They could sustain you temporarily, but not for very long. 

The demon boy you loved brought you to a secluded area in the woods, timing your errand perfectly. Before dusk was preferable. Evil creatures lurked in the wilderness, preying on vulnerable humans like you. Not all were fond of humans and vice versa.

And you were already ailing. 

There was a tiny cabin across a river, lying at its bank. According to Haechan, it was home of a wizard. 

“Your friend’s a wizard?” you had asked. 

Haechan nodded. “Basically. But Mark prefers being called a warlock. Apparently, wizard is an offensive term that’s only used in fairytales. I still call him Wiz, though.”

You gave him a tiny nod. Many if not most magical beings lived in areas isolated from humanity. There was long, unaccounted for history between the two races and you couldn’t blame them for any resentment. 

But it also presented the fair chance that he wouldn’t want to help you. 

Haechan opened the door to the cabin and you treaded behind him like he was safeguarding you. There was a man behind a cauldron that billowed with green smoke. 

You took a glance around. The cabin was dim, sunlight filtering through the blinds of a single window upstairs. Candles and lanterns burned, scattered elsewhere. The warlock spared you not a glance, engrossed in his brewing, though you noticed a crystal ball on the table, reflecting a perfect view that overlooked the bridge. 

It most likely had warned him someone was approaching. 

Haechan put on his cheesiest smile and greeted, “Sup, Wiz. Been working out lately?” 

Mark slammed on the brakes and bristled. “Hell no. Whatever you want - the answer is no.”

Your demon boyfriend frowned, walking beside his friend to give a slight nudge to his side. “C’mon, bestie. I didn’t even ask for anything.”

Mark didn’t waste a second. “I know. And every time you compliment me, it’s only because you want something.” Then, the warlock shifted his gaze and seemed to finally notice you. “Who’s the chick - new piece?” 

Haechan rubbed his neck. “Yeah, about that…”

“Haechan, hell the fuck no,” Mark interjected as soon as he put the pieces together. “You know you have to talk to Johnny about that.” 

“See, that’s the thing. Johnny will kill me. And I’m technically already dead,” Haechan joked, trying to ease the mood. 

You swallowed like you could gorge all of your burdens with one gulp. Part of you was ready to accept that death was inevitable and tinkering with your fate was deadly. As a spirit from the underworld, maybe you could meet the boy you loved again, but you’d fade into a distant memory to everyone else you loved. 

Mark removed his spectacles and massaged his temple before he sighed. “Do you love her?” 

“Yes.” It was instant. He didn’t even need to consider it. That made you smile. 

“Like, for real?” Mark pressed. Like he was in disbelief. “I can’t waste time and casting energy on a pretty girl you just want to keep around for a little longer.”

Patience slowly dimming, Haechan snapped, “When have I ever cared if they lived or died, Mark?” 

You came to clutch his arm, and Haechan softened, switching on a dime. Much to Mark’s surprise. Even he couldn’t deny that you seemed to have an effect on Haechan - a grip that no else had. 

Haechan took a deep breath. “Look, my bad. But she’s special. I don’t know how it happened, it just did. And it would be easier to do a cord-cutting spell and toss her away, but I don’t want that. I want her.” 

A strained moment of silence passed before Mark finally groaned, “Fine.”

“So?”

“So, I’ll do the spell,” Mark said stubbornly. 

It felt like a weight was lifted from your chest and you could breathe easier when those words left his mouth. You watched Haechan’s face twist with relief, and he whirled you into his arms, hauling you with a supernatural strength that made you squeal and giggle. “Fuck. I forgot you’re not yourself,” he said and placed you back on the ground. 

You shook your head and smiled. Then, Haechan turned back to Mark with open arms and smirked. “Come here.”

Mark grimaced. “Absolutely not. I’m warning you. Come any closer and I’ll get Phantom.”

“Phantom?” you repeated, blinking. 

Mark whistled, and suddenly you heard a low caw fill the air. Then, you saw a creature fly from the single window at the speed of light and finally come to a rest at Mark’s shoulder. 

It was a raven. 

“My familiar,” Mark explained proudly. “Every warlock - and witchtress - has one.” 

Ignoring the way the raven - Phantom - was staring down your soul, you gave a quick nod and asked, “So, we’re really okay?”

“Yes. I’ll work on a spell for you as soon as possible,” Mark replied.

Haechan smiled and swept you into a kiss, then Phantom immediately began to caw as if she was trying to wake the dead. 

Haechan snickered and put his arms between you both. She was very prone to attacking. “Ladies, ladies. No need to fight. There’s enough Haechan to go around.” 

You snorted and rolled your eyes. But you were happy. You still had Haechan, and you always would. Nothing would come between you. Death or Phantom. 

Five years ago. 

Now, you were alive and well. And not only you, but someone else. 

After hours on your feet, you had never been more relieved to sit down. Ten eventually came to accompany you, having a good laugh at the weariness prominent on your face at your expense. 

“Tired?” he asked. 

“Try exhausted. I’m ready to drop,” you drawled. 

Ten laughed, then shook his head and smiled faintly. “Tell me how it’s been exactly four years and I still can’t believe I’m a godfather?” 

“Please,” you chortled. “They’re growing up so fast. I can’t keep up.” 

You had discovered the answer to a previous thought. Demons could get humans pregnant. As it turned out, you also had to confess to Ten that you’d been sleeping with Haechan for longer than he'd thought. After all, the evidence had been growing in your belly for nine months. 

Not one child, but two. 

Ten gave you a tiny nudge. “Haechan really did a number on you.” 

Through the corner of your eye, you could see him approaching and joked, “Speak of the devil.”

Haechan plopped down beside you, head in your lap, and said, “I’ve never had to work for anything in my life before those two.” 

You and Ten giggled. “Get off me, you big baby,” you said lightheartedly. “Who has them?” 

“Your mother,” Haechan replied, not budging like a boulder. 

Or so he thought. You were both caught off guard when your two four-year-old twins eagerly came running after you, refusing to give their mommy and daddy a break. 

Ten came to the rescue and leapt up, exclaiming, “Who wants cake?” 

As expected, your two tiny twins turned around as soon as they came, shouting, “Me!” Gratefully, you mouthed, “thank you” to Ten, who led the little army away to dessert. 

Haechan climbed into the seat beside you, and said, “We made this.”

“We did,” you replied, beaming. “And I love every part of it. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“Me neither,” Haechan said, pressing a kiss to your lips. Now that the coast was clear, a mischievous smile crept onto his lips. “So, I was thinking that once we put the kids to bed, we could have our own little party upstairs.”

God, that sounded like heaven to you right now. “Say no more.”

Haechan snickered and lifted you into his lap. You rested your head against his lap comfortably. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you, too,” you said, a smile tugging your lips.

Those three words summed up everything. There was so much you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him that you always wanted a family with him, that you wouldn’t have it any other way. That you knew in your heart that this was the way it was meant to be. But you settled for, I love you. And you settled because he already knew. 

“As much as we fuck, we should have expected twins.” 

Those words snapped you out of your train of thoughts and you stood to your feet. “Save it. We have a birthday party to celebrate.”

Haechan followed you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Yes, ma’am. Mind if we go hit the dance floor in celebration?”

“Not at all,” you told him. 

And it was easily the most magical moment of your life being twirled around in Haechan’s arms, the rest of your little family soon coming to join you both.

#lee haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream x reader #nct smut #nct imagines #nct x reader

[sxcret-garden]

Aspects of Desire ღ Masterlist [M]

ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ feat.: other members in some chapters ღ words: ~28k (current wc) ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, mostly sub!reader, BDSM, red-yellow-green used as safe words, choking, spanking, masturbation, punishment, orgasm denial, reader being tied up, strength kink, body worship, teasing, degradation, begging, hair-pulling, pain kink, reader going into subspace, dacryphilia, thigh riding, fingering, handjobs, oral, unprotected sex,... they have a few starting difficulties because reader has some misconceptions, he's veryvery careful at first - more will be added and I'm pretty sure I forgot smth, so detailed smut descriptions can be found in the respective chapters~) ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic, reader has a bit of a difficult relationship with her family, which is mentioned in some chapters, (descriptions of him picking reader up & touching her hair)

Desc.: When one day you reveal something to your boyfriend that you've been hiding, but unable to stop thinking about, the two of you decide to take your relationship - and especially your sex life - into a new direction. You begin to establish a dynamic that you both soon want to explore more of, diving into the depths of both your own and your partner's unknown desires.

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1st Desire ღ Testing Limits (5.9k) Desc.: You and your boyfriend decide to take a step towards a new chapter in your relationship when a secret desire of yours finally slips through. What you didn’t know until now is that he’s more experienced than you thought he was, and that you’re not the only one who’s been dying to spice up your sex life.

2nd Desire ღ Tie Me Down (5.1k) Desc.: Lost in your excitement over the recent development in your relationship with your boyfriend Jongho, you try to tickle more of his dominant side out of him. When he shuts down that attempt with only the best of intentions, he makes sure you won’t stay flustered by your miscalculation for long.

3rd Desire ღ A Little Jealousy (4.7k) - release: April 28th Desc.: When you’re meeting up with your classmate and friend Yeosang in order to finally finish that dreaded uni project that’s been keeping you on edge for the past weeks, you don’t expect him to bring along his flirtatious friend Wooyoung. What you also don’t expect is said friend knowingly attempting to flirt with you in front of your boyfriend, who just can’t help but let the hint of jealousy it makes him feel influence his actions once you’re in the comfort of your own home.

4th Desire ღ Hush, My Dear (5.8k) - release: May 12th Desc.: Dinner with your family goes about as you expected - you’re slightly uncomfortable because of their choices in conversation topics and very much bored. Luckily, your boyfriend tagged along and knows just how to make you feel better, and in the process he too seems to be able to finally let go of his worries.

5th Desire ღ Dress (6.7k) - release: May 19th Desc.: Your mother is trying to get you to wear a dress she picked out for you for your cousin’s upcoming wedding. At times like these you are especially thankful to have your boyfriend Jongho right by your side to help convince her to let you wear clothes you’re actually comfortable in. However, little do you know that despite having your back, he’s secretly smitten with the image of you in that dress.

6th Desire ღ ...

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Author's note: I think it's been about 3 years since I first had a vague idea about wanting to write a fic like this, which started out as merely a cute slice of life fic (without all the filth y'all are about to witness lol), went through many different changes and was abandoned as many times, until through lots of inspiration and ideas it finally took on the form it has now. And I'm really happy that I was finally able to turn it into an actual fic and not just a few unfinished drafts! I hope you guys have fun with this and enjoy~

(more chapters will be added as they're ready - and i have a lot of ideas...)

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez series #ateez oneshot #jongho smut #jongho x reader #ateez x fem reader #jongho x fem reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #smut

[ghastlytofu]

Wyllstarion thought that’s rattling around in my brain—Wyll’s so willing to give anything for others, even if it’s something he needs, something he can’t afford to lose. So in the long term, if he gets into a position where he trusts Astarion enough to let him feed, it’s entirely possible that he offers himself up even when he shouldn’t—when he’s been injured, when he’s too weak and doesn’t have enough blood to be giving any away.

And Astarion, who has experienced attentiveness to his unspoken needs for the first time in 200 years because of Wyll, notices and stops himself, even though it goes against every instinct he has, and tells Wyll to rest instead.

HE WOULD BE THAT GUY. I hope you don't mind - I wrote a thing based off your thing.

Wyll coughed suddenly, the motion pulling at his wounds under carefully-applied bandages, causing him to grimace both in pain and at the memory of its source. Hours ago now - had it been hours? It must've been hours, the sun had set - he'd taken his own rapier to the gut after a frankly embarrassing display of being disarmed by his opponent in the melee.

He was laid up in their makeshift medical tent now, hurt but healing, his injured ego a small price to pay for his life.

He'd gotten too used to fighting creatures with more teeth than brains, wasn't prepared in the moment for an opponent that could match his wits, not in this barren hellscape where everything was more monster than man.

Sloppy, he thinks, angrier at himself than his enemy (long dead now - few could survive a githyanki silver sword to the skull, and gods if he wasn't grateful for that). He could hardly afford to be careless now, not with so many depending on him.

He vows to pull Lae'zel aside when he's back on his feet, ask her to spar, to encourage more drills and bouts of one-on-one sparring amongst their group in general. The better to brush up on his skills and endurance and test the limits of his companions' own.

They could use the practice, and not just because they'd had their asses summarily handed to them today.

Astarion was wan and bleary-eyed next to him, looking less ethereal in the moonlight than sickly, every bit the walking corpse he was in actuality. His features were drawn tight with exhaustion and pain - nursing several broken ribs, his left side mottled purple with angry bruises from a glancing hammer-blow that had his body ragdolling across the battlefield. It might've been comical if they hadn't narrowly escaped with their lives.

The vampire spawn was plainly exhausted and - and there was hunger there, too, his eyes a little wild with the sharp aroma of blood permeating the med tent, cutting through the noxious scent of sweat and stale air, the suffusive atmosphere of worry that hadn't much abated.

Shadowheart had spent herself patching them all back together and was finally resting, the candle in her tent snuffed out with a tired sigh. The camp was quiet except for Wyll's slightly ragged breathing, the muffled sounds of Karlach snoring into her pillow. Somewhere in the distance or the depths of his psyche, he heard the rushing of a river.

He wasn't feeling his best self. But he wasn't feeling his worst self either. A day of moderate hiking followed by getting his shit wrecked by marauders had him losing precious pints that Shadowheart had tried her damndest to get back in him, to some avail. The pain was tolerable. There were stitches in his side from where the blade had pierced his abdomen - Astarion's work. The lad was surprisingly deft with a needle, and hardly prone to fainting at the sight of blood.

Astarion, who hadn't yet left his side. Wyll wondered distantly if the scent of blood in the air was more a balm or tease for him - did it soothe, the way the scent-memory of the market in the lower city soothed Wyll? Cinnamon apple pie and brioche bread fresh from the ovens, the air suffused with saffron and cloves, spices of every sort peddled by merchants from Neverwinter to Chult. Or was it torturous, to be so near an ambrosia you could only half experience, to merely smell what you were forbidden to taste?

He wondered, but now was hardly the time to grill Astarion on the intricacies of his vampiric hunger. Still, he wasn't looking well. Apart from the extensive bruises and the shattered ribs that lie beneath them, his skin was waxy and clammy like a mortal with a cold sweat, eyes sunken deep in their sockets. Shadowheart could only perform so many miracles a day.

Feeding would hasten his healing. And Wyll wasn't feeling the worst he'd ever felt.

Fancy a nightcap? he thought, didn't realize he'd spoken aloud until Astarion stiffened beside him, subtle as the sun. A moment passed, the other man took a deep breath - necessary only insofar as it seemed to fortify him, his atrophied lungs didn't ache for air, did they? -

An unidentifiable look passed over his tired features before he schooled them into something more imperious, raising a dubious eyebrow. A cool hand landed on Wyll's arm, rubbing soothing circles in his bicep.

"You smell about as appetizing as bilge water, darling," he sniffed delicately, attempting haughty but finding that it didn't quite land. "I'd rather partake of fresh food, if it's all the same to you." He wouldn't meet Wyll's eye, and Wyll couldn't bring himself to comment on the tremor in hands or how very large his pupils looked in the lamplight.

Nor did he seem inclined to leave Wyll's side, and Wyll found that he couldn't bring himself to comment on that either. He chuckled tiredly instead, eyes falling shut, blessedly dark and drifting on the effects of a potent healing potion.

"Another time, then," he assented, mumbling through his exhaustion, "when I'm less rank and more appetizing."

He felt more than heard Astarion's answering laugh - curiously wet, but the threads of conscious thought were tenuous now and the observation escaped him as soon as it was noted, as the Blade of Frontiers drifted at last into a dreamless sleep.

#seized me by the brain anon. i'm weak. WEEEAAAK #wyllstarion #baldur's gate 3 #fic #my fic #it's whump it's just whump #asks #anon #wyll ravengard #astarion ancunin

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 3

A/N: This is part 3 my fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange, which I wrote for @goblininawig. Part 4 coming soon! The story takes place in a shared continuity with Stars Beyond Number, Martyrs and Kings, and “Do It Again,” but it stands alone and can be read independently of those fics.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Reader (GN; reader practices tasseomancy/reads tea leaves) 

Rating: T, but minors DNI

Wordcount: 2.5K

Warnings and tags: fluff; banter; DJ spent way too much time on a visual gag; angst

Summary: You and Boil test the limits of the GAR comms filter.

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gars-best-stache: You up? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Are you seriously booty calling me at four in the afternoon? gars-best-stache: It’s not a booty call. I’m halfway across the galaxy. Just thought your species might be nocturnal. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: I’m human, you stale baguette. gars-best-stache: You sure about that? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: [MESSAGE REDACTED BY GAR OBSCENITY FILTER] languishing-in-obscuri-tea: WTK, they censor your messages? gars-best-stache: Everything gets scanned when we’re deployed. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: [MESSAGE REDACTED BY GAR OBSCENITY FILTER] languishing-in-obscuri-tea: That’s a *heck* of a way to live. Happy now, censors? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: HA! It worked! gars-best-stache: You’ll have to tell me what you were trying to say next time I’m on Trip Zip. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: TF is Trip Zip? gars-best-stache: Coruscant languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Do I want to ask for an explanation, or is it something boring? gars-best-stache: It’s boring. Let’s talk about something much more interesting: me. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: [MESSAGE REDACTED BY GAR OBSCENITY FILTER]

That was how it started. Simple, mundane messages about your day: he’d complain about his bunkmates’ snoring; you’d describe the most bizarre patrons you saw wandering into the bar next to your shop. He’d send you holos of his favorite gunship nose art; you’d send him silly things you found on the holonet. 

languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Where you at? gars-best-stache: Headed to Kiros. GAR rations are disgusting. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Sucks to be you. I’m eating crumblebuns and spiced tea right now. gars-best-stache: Maker, why would you tell me that? Are you trying to torture me? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Mmmmm, crumblebuns… gars-best-stache: I hate you. gars-best-stache: …  gars-best-stache: Can you send me a holo?

Galactic time zones being what they were, Boil’s messages were sporadic and unpredictable. More than once, you lay awake all night, exchanging messages for hours, never talking about anything serious, but strangely reluctant to stop. 

gars-best-stache: Saw this bird while I was on patrol, reminded me of you.

languishing-in-obscuri-tea: First of all, that bird is glorious, and I’ll take the comparison as a compliment. Secondly, [REDACT] you. gars-best-stache: … did you just redact your own message? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: I wanted to be sure you got it. Where you at? gars-best-stache: [MESSAGE REDACTED BY GAR SECURITY FILTER] gars-best-stache: Oops, guess it’s classified.

By unspoken agreement, you both kept things light. Boil had a hard enough time opening up in person; there was simply no way he would be willing to show the vulnerability you’d glimpsed in a holomessage that was subject to GAR scans. 

gars-best-stache: How are things in the con-artist industry? Taken any unsuspecting tourists for all they’re worth lately? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Careful. I might hex your pillow so it’s never cool again. gars-best-stache: That the best you can do? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Not even close. I could curse one of your boots so it always squeaks, or make it so your caf is always either too hot or lukewarm. gars-best-stache: Oooh, I’m so scared. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Tremble before my wrath.

Some days, he’d send dozens of messages; others, only one or two. Sometimes a week would pass with no word from him, and you knew he must be in active combat. The churn of anxiety in your gut would worsen with each rotation until, at last, your datapad would chime and send you scrambling to check your messages. Not that you told him this, of course. You’d send some flippant comment and go back to your usual lighthearted exchanges.

languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Where you at? gars-best-stache: Hyperspace. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Am I allowed to know where you’re going? gars-best-stache: Nope. What did you do today? Aside from luring innocent victims to financial ruin, I mean. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Went to the charity shop. gars-best-stache: Get anything good? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: I found the perfect gift for you. gars-best-stache: Aww, you bought me a present? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: 

gars-best-stache: [MESSAGE REDACTED BY GAR OBSCENITY FILTER] gars-best-stache: My stache is amazing! How dare you. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: That’s certainly one word for it. I’m amazed every time I see it. gars-best-stache: As you should be. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Amazed that none of your brothers have held you down and forcibly shaved it off. That thing is a crime against sentients. gars-best-stache: Didn’t realize it was a crime to look this good. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: I’m calling the Corries. gars-best-stache: They’ll never take me alive!

One of the things that surprised you was just how kriffing boring GAR life was when the troopers weren’t risking their lives in active combat. The tedium and monotony of long hyperspace jumps with nothing to do and nothing to look at except the endless gray of durasteel walls—your soul shriveled at the very idea of such a drab existence. 

Of course, for Boil and the other clones, the alternative was the deadly chaos of the battlefield. It was no wonder the troopers were so ready to hit the entertainment district and blow off steam during their shore leaves. Thus, you took it upon yourself to entertain him.

languishing-in-obscuri-tea: I look hot as K today.  gars-best-stache: Holos or it didn’t happen. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: What’s the GAR policy on spicy holos? gars-best-stache: Wait, what? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: [IMAGE REDACTED BY GAR INDECENCY FILTER] languishing-in-obscuri-tea: I guess that answers that question. gars-best-stache: WHAT WAS IT?? languishing-in-obscuri-tea: 😏 gars-best-stache: You’re killing me. languishing-in-obscuri-tea: Where you at? gars-best-stache: Headed to Sarrish. Might get messy.

“Hellooooo,” Tas called, waving her hand in front of your face. “Anyone home?”

You glanced up from your datapad, blinking as your brain struggled to switch  gears. You stashed your datapad and gave the Dathomirian an irate glare that she definitely hadn’t earned.

“Don’t you have some runes to cast?” you asked.

“Nope, but one of your regulars is here,” she replied.

You peeked out into the reception room and spotted a clone trooper. He was wearing civilian clothes, but he wasn’t hard to identify. As he turned his head, you spotted the distinctive scar on his jaw—courtesy of a lightsaber, he’d once told you—and your mouth went dry as your heart began to pound.

“I think he has a crush on you,” Tas teased.

“He definitely doesn’t,” you muttered.

You quickly straightened your clothing and glanced in the mirror to make sure you didn’t have anything in your teeth. Straightening your shoulders, you plastered on your patented brilliant smile and walked out to greet him.

Not all armor is made of plastoid, you thought grimly.

He glanced up as you entered, his eyes as cold as ever. The broken nose was new, though. No doubt it had been well-earned. You were briefly envious of whatever lucky individual had broken it.

“Hello, Hart,” you said. “Welcome back.”

He nodded, and his eyes flicked past you to Tas. His jaw tensed, and you intervened quickly before he could say something awful to her. She might have been a Nightsister, but she was the softest marshmallow imaginable, and you’d be contractually obligated to murder Hart if he hurt her feelings. Not that you had any particular objection to the idea, but bloodstains were so hard to get out of the carpet. Best to avoid them if possible.

“Right this way,” you gestured toward your reading room.

“I know,” he growled.

You ushered him into the room and closed the door. “Is there any particular advice or guidance you need today?”

Like maybe a complete personality transplant?

“Cut the kark,” he said. “You know why I’m here.”

You felt your teeth clench, and you suspected that your signature smile might have briefly morphed into a snarl before you recovered.

“Indeed, I do, Captain,” you said in a voice so artificially sweet you could practically feel the cavities forming. “But my readings take at least fifteen minutes, so you might as well get comfortable if you don’t want anyone to suspect why you’re really here. Would you care for tea?”

“No.”

Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes, you rummaged through your tea cabinet until you found the tiny latch you were searching for. You flicked it open, and the back of the cabinet slid down to reveal a hidden compartment. You withdrew a small case and handed it to Hart without a word.

He opened it and glanced through the contents.

“It’s all there,” you said.

He grunted, then glanced impatiently at his chrono. “Kriffin’ hell, how has it only been three minutes?”

You shrugged and began to brew a pot of tea. “Might as well make the best of it.”

He grumbled, then reluctantly asked, “Do you have any of those chocolate biscuits from last time?”

“Those are only for people I like,” you replied. “You can have the boring ones.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, but still ate the plain biscuits you gave him. You assumed that Hart’s sweet tooth was even bigger than most of the troopers’ to offset his general sourness.

“Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” you offered more out of habit than hospitality.

“You have milk?” he asked.

You pulled the bottle out of your mini-conservator and passed it to him.

“I’m taking this,” he said, then he grabbed the packet of biscuits. “And these.”

He stood and strode toward the door.

“It’s only been ten minutes,” you pointed out as you followed him.

“Longest of my life,” he snapped.

You didn’t bother to suppress your eye roll this time. He threw open the door to your reading room and headed for the exit, pushing past Tas wordlessly. She watched him with an expression of astonishment, and when the door slammed behind him, she turned to you.

“Was that bantha milk?” she asked, baffled.

“Yeah,” you replied. “What a kriffin’ weirdo.”

“Hmm,” she said contemplatively. “Kind of hot, though.”

You snorted. “Maybe if you have a thing for sociopaths.”

“He can’t be that bad,” she laughed.

“He’s worse. Want a cup of tea? I’d just finished making a pot when he decided he didn’t require my services today.”

She gasped in faux outrage. “The nerve! You’re right; sociopath isn’t a strong enough word. Clearly, he’s a monster.”

“Exactly,” you replied. “Now come help me drink this tea and tell me what horrors your nightmare of a flatmate has committed recently. Is he still doing that thing with his feet?”

You didn’t hear from Boil for several days. You had more or less expected this, but still, his silence made you restless. It wasn’t so bad at first. The shop was busier than usual because the palm reader had traveled to his home planet of Aldhani for Mak-ani bray Dhani, leaving you and the rest of your fellow mediums to pick up his customers. Every night after the shop closed, you dragged yourself to your flat and collapsed straight into bed, endlessly thankful that the Eye of Aldhani only happened once every three years.

Of course, once you were in bed, your mind would begin to race, wondering where Boil was, whether he was safe, when—or if—you would see him again. Inevitably, you would get up after a few hours and settle onto your sofa with a cup of tea while you practiced the mind-calming techniques your grandmother had taught you so long ago.

One such night, as you sipped your tea and levitated a sugar spoon in tiny circles in front of your face, a thunderous crash sounded outside, rattling your windows and instantly obliterating your concentration. The spoon clattered to the floor as you rushed outside to investigate. 

On the walkway in front of your shop, beings of every imaginable species stumbled out of the various bars, clubs, and shops. Speculation ran rampant: was it another Separatist attack? Another Zillo beast incident? Sirens began to blare in the distance, but no further disturbance occurred, and eventually the walkways began to clear out as people either drifted home or returned to their revelry.

The next morning, you awoke in a bed drenched with sweat. Your apartment was stifling. Groggily, you stumbled to the window to slide it open, but it was even hotter outside.

“What the kriff?” you mumbled, grinding your palm against your face to clear your bleary eyes.

Your datapad flashed with a notification indicator, and you snatched it up, hoping to see a message from Boil at last, but instead, you had a missed comm from Tas. You called her back immediately.

“Tas, what’s going on?” you rasped, your voice hoarse from sleep. “Why is it so hot?”

“Did you hear that big boom last night?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“It was the district relay substation for the planetary weather control system,” she said. “Coruscant WeatherNet said it could be days before it’s repaired.”

“What?” you asked, aghast. “What about air filtration?”

“They’re trying to compensate with other relay stations to keep it livable.”

“Do you think we should close the shop until it’s repaired?” 

“I doubt we’ll have many customers,” she said. “I’m more worried about you, though. The rest of us don’t live in the district, so we’re all safe. Do you have somewhere you can go if it gets bad?”

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very alone and vulnerable in a way that you hadn’t felt in years. “Not really.”

“Then you can come stay with me,” she said firmly. 

“What about your horrid flatmate?” you objected. “Won’t he object to me crashing on your couch?”

���Who cares?” she asked. “We’ll outnumber him.”

Reluctant to cause even more tension between Tas and her flatmate, you waffled. “Maybe I’ll stick it out for now. If it gets bad, then I’ll come stay with you.”

“Are you sure you want to wait that long?”

You shrugged, forcing an optimistic tone. “Maybe it’ll be fixed soon.”

“Maybe…” she said doubtfully.

“Look at it this way. The Entertainment District is a huge credit-cow for Coruscant. They won’t let it go on too long and risk losing all that tourist revenue.”

“Good point,” she replied. “Well, if you change your mind, my couch is super comfy, and you already have my door keycode.”

“Thanks, Tas,” you replied gratefully. “You’re the best.”

You ended the call and prepared for a few very uncomfortable days. It wasn’t ideal, but you managed. The air quality never did get as bad as you expected, but the temperature grew steadily warmer. Against all odds, you managed to buy a small climate control unit—the last one in the store, and you nearly had to fight an Ishi Tib for it, but you set it up in your studio and ran it round the chronometer to keep the flat livable. For the first time, you were grateful for how tiny your studio was; if it had been any bigger, there was no way the little unit would have been able to cool the space.

As Tas predicted, no customers came to the shop, so at least you didn’t have to worry about closing up. It was a strange sight: the Entertainment District, silent and completely deserted. Empty walkways; empty nightclubs, bathed in the neon signs advertising closed businesses to an audience of nobody. It was kriffing eerie, was what it was.

If you’d thought it was hard to sleep before, you were nearly frantic now. The silence was overwhelming, accustomed as you were to the endless roar of traffic and thumping of dance music. Eventually, you found an ambient noise station on the holonet and let it play nonstop.

And just when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did.

Five days after the relay station failed, you turned on Republic HoloNet News to see a headline that knocked the air from your lungs: “Overwhelming Republic Casualties at Sarrish; GAR in Full Retreat.”

Boil.

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A/N: the mug says, "Galaxy's okayest mustache." Both pictures by me 🧡

#clone trooper boil #clone trooper boil x reader #boil x reader #star wars #clone wars #sw tcw fanfic #star wars fanfic #dystopicjumpsuit writes #Spotify

[battle-of-the-birds]

NEW BRACKET BATTLE!!

Testing, testing, one two three.

Oh hey wow, look at that, a brand new idea popped into my head and now I’m doing it!

Welcome to BATTLE OF THE BIRDS [sick riff on a guitar], one of those epic poll brackets… but this time it’s birds. No, not characters, just birds. That’s right, House Sparrow VERSUS Swan, Kea Bird VERSUS Pigeon, any bird you can picture! Well.. probably not all of them since there’s a limited number of slots. Which reminds me…

Here’s the

form.

Don’t be afraid to submit some crazy birds… I’m talking Secretary Bird, I’m talking Albatross, I’m talking Cock of the Rock, I’m talking … whichever Bower Bird you think is the coolest (there are so many). GET CRAZY!! GET WEIRD!!! Let’s try to spice it up a bit!

Form closes May 7th! At 5 P.M. CST!

#poll bracket #bracket #polls #birds #bird

[acourtofsnakes]

Freefall - The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader

Summary: The Batch found you when you needed them most, resulting in an unbreakable bond that nothing could shake, not even the strongest storm. But what happens when there's a storm even they can't shake? Separating them, breaking them apart, testing the very limits of their bonds and friendships. What do you do when you would tear the galaxy apart just to bring your family back home again?

a/n: The chapters in this series are split into sections, Before and After. The before chapters are set during the Clone Wars, before TBB, with a slight AU.

Warnings: 18+, blood, violence, weapons, mentions of TCW, series spoilers, grief, panic attacks, loss, eventual spice/smut, misunderstandings, mental illnesses, fluff, sooo much fluff, Canon and Non-canon, AU vibes

I do not allow any of my work to be republished without my consent, that being said, reblogs and comments are much appreciated if you liked it!✨

Playlist | Main Masterlist

Chapters

Chapter 1 - Ghosts Among Us

Chapter 2 - You Can Let It All Go

Chapter 3 - The Absence Of Sound

Chapter 4 - Desolation

Chapter 5 - The Order

Chapter 6 - The Aftermath

Chapter 7 -

#the bad batch #the bad batch hunter #tbb hunter #the bad batch tech #tbb tech #the bad batch echo #tbb echo #the bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair #the bad batch wrecker #tbb wrecker #hunter x reader #the bad batch hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #star wars #star wars x reader #the clone wars

[machinesonix]

Okay so chewing my way through Dune for the first time as an adult and there’s this chapter that’s got me wilding out so hard I’m basically just gonna paraphrase it here. Obviously concessions need to be made when switching mediums and I think the films have done a splendid job, but I think they sorta took the teeth out of this one.

When the Atredies first touch down on Dune, Lady Jessica is introduced to their groundskeeper, an elderly Fremen woman called ‘the Shadout Mapes.’ Now Mapes is extremely excited to meet a member of the Bene Gesserit, from which Jessica correctly concludes the ministoria protectiva has been here seeding the local mythology with favorable propaganda. Like a good third of the new movie is screaming about how fucked up all that is, so I will curb my enthusiasm to explain what the funny words mean in exhaustive detail, but suffice to say the Space Mom Cult secretly shapes cultures all across the universe to recognize them as cool people that everybody ought to listen to when they show up. So Jessica immediately code switches into Ominous Witch Mode and shows off some of her preternatural powers of observation by calling out the Shadout Mapes for having a weapon on her. In the movie the knife is a gift. The book has a little more nuance that has me absolutely salivating.

Mapes flips out and shows her the knife, which later we’re gonna learn is made from a worm tooth. She explains that Jessica might be the One, and if she is, the knife belongs to her. If she isn’t then she’s gonna kill Jessica with it because now she already knows too much. And to put her to the test she asks her what the knife is. Jessica hopes to establish her credibility by being well versed in ancient tongues, and intends to call it the ‘maker of death’ because in the language that the word ‘Shadout’ is derived from that’s the idiomatic translation of ‘knife.’

Instead Mapes starts screaming in religious fervor as soon as she hears the word ‘Maker.’ Because the worms make the spice, see. Jessica absolutely triples down on this, and this is what drives me wild. Immediately after narrowly escaping murder by a lucky stroke of linguistics she’s like FUCK YOU, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE NOT THINKING I WOULD RECOGNIZE THE MAKER. IN FACT, I’M GONNA STAB YOU NOW. Like okay, what she actually does is go ‘Mapes, now that the blade’s been drawn who’s blood is it gonna taste?’ And here I just have to say hats off to the Bene Gesserit for their training in genre awareness. Jessica has absolutely no idea of any of the customs surrounding a crysknife and risks blowing her cover here to flex even harder. She’s right, of course, and lets the Shadout Mapes off with just a scratch. It turns out Fremen have hypercoagulant blood which is not terribly important but still kinda cool.

So to put a bow on all of this, the Shadout Mapes ends up saying something along the lines of ‘She is the One, she will free us.’ This shocks Jessica. She recognizes this line from the ministoria protectiva, and knows that only the super fucked up horrible places wind up with the ‘we will save you from your oppressors’ prophecies. And I just love it because here we've got a microcosm of what this is all about. The ministoria protectiva did exactly what it was supposed to do and saved a Bene Gesserit life because Mapes heard her own religion in what's basically a cold read con. This exploitative power is so intense that Mapes is willing to give Jessica her life; there's no reason for a Fremen to expect somebody is going to show mercy with a crysknife. And then when she's feeling at her highest and mightiest she gets a wake up call. These people have context.

The Fremen don't have their finger on the pulse of galactic politics. They know there is a limited amount of moisture in their atmosphere and that the off-worlders in the palaces are going to take enough of it to keep themselves comfortable. As far as they're concerned, the Atredies are basically Harkonnens with better personal hygiene. The freedom the Shadout Mapes is talking about is freedom from Jessica's family. The ministoria protectiva doesn't exist in a vacuum. The Fremen's history of oppression has become inseparable from what was meant to be a means to control them.

#dune #dune meta #ministoria protectiva #lady jessica

[twitchesandtics]

Doc Alan's Hangout for The Sims 3 Pleasantview ✨🌳

i've recently been playing an ungodly amount of time in PleasantSims' Pleasantview for The Sims 3 and i realised that my sims needed a place to get drunk and cause mayhem.

so i decided to recreate Doc Alan's Hangout from The Sims 2!

✨more info, pics and download below the cut.✨

i tried to limit the amount of packs that i used. i'm 99.99% sure that i only used late night, seasons, pets, university life and generations.

this is not an exact replica. i used PleasantSims' lot makeover here as a reference and i feel that i did a pretty good job recreating it for The Sims 3.

this is a NO CC build, HOWEVER, i did use the Business as Unusual Bistro set/mod which can be found here (store set) and here (mod).

i also used some wall ivy from The Sims 3 Store in the hot tub area but i cannot for the life of me find which store set it comes from. it isn't necessary for the lot to function, it just adds a ✨little spice✨ to the hot tub area.

while i did build this lot specifically for Pleasantview, it would work great in any other rural or suburban worlds.

lot size: 30x20

lot type: dive bar

download: here✨ (PLACE THE FILE IN YOUR LIBRARY FOLDER)

i did play test the lot but please let me know if you have any issues :)

#ts3 #ts3 gameplay #sims 3 #the sims 3 #simblr #sims 3 gameplay #ts3 build #sims 3 build #the sims 3 build #sims 3 pleasantview #sims 3 lot #sims 3 community lot #ts3 community lot #ts3 lot #ts3 download #sims 3 download #ts3 screenshots #ts3 simblr #download

[mx-pastelwriting]

Could you please do a Caius from twilight x fem!reader where she is brought to be his assistant and they have a thing for each other but act pissy towards one another until Aro orders them to spend more private time together… make it as spicy as you want

Its gonna be a medium spice <3

Caius Volturi x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top

Warning: Slight Smut, Pissy Behavior

Minors do not interact!

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Your shoes echoed through the hall as you made your way past the little people in your way. You take a deep breath as you get let into the room. You nod at Felix and Demetri before stopping in the middle of the room. "Sir, a letter has come in for you from Carlisle," you say, in the direction of Aro. "Please, read aloud," he says, turning away from the long table with one of the many books that are stacked on the tables. The others seemed interested, but their noses stayed in their books.

You nod and proceed.

"We inform you of the transformation of Bella, Respectfully Carlisle."

Aro closes his book with a loud smack, following. "Well, it seems they do know the rules after all," you hear Marcus mutter. "Seems so, brother," Aro responds, his voice slightly sour as he desired something else.

"Is that it?" You hear an annoyed voice from the right of you. You turn to see Caius, most annoyed. "Did you want something more?" You talked back. His book met the table with a loud slam, and his eyes burned into you, to return the look. "Don't test your limits, human," he says, moving as if you were his prey and target. You could hear Felix and Demetri getting giddy at seeing you both getting nippy.

"Bring it, bitch." Caius flashed in front of you, his face a hair away from yours. "ENOUGH!" Aro shouted, letting it echo loudly through the room. Caius's eyes didn't pry from yours. "I've had enough, brother!" "I order you both to stop pickering." He doesn't stop there. "Starting now, you two must spend the next few days together." "I can't handle the both of you." He says, then walks out before Caius, or you could object

Turning to look at Caius in the eyes, a low growl comes from him as he takes your hand and walks off to the other side of the castle. "I'm not going to defy my brother's words, so we are just going to stay on this side of the castle till the week ends," he says, finally opening the door to a room. The room was full of paintings, books, and a big bed. Everything screamed Caius. "Sure but why did we have to be in your room" You complain "Silence human"

In the few minutes in his room, you lay on the bed. 'For a vampire, why is his bed so comfortable?' thinking brought your eyes up, then to Caius. His eyes met yours, though quickly he looked away, shifting in his seat. "Caius, why do you have such a problem with me?" You ask, getting up from the bed to sit on the end of it facing him. "I could ask you the same human" he growls back.

"Stop! Stop with the human stuff. I swear you act like you weren't a human too. " Your hand grips the bed in an attempt to find some grounding. He scoffs, looking away, "You know, I'm right. I don't get why you act this way. "You know, I'm not going to be here for long," a grim response following your anger. "Not if I can help it," he whispers, loud enough for you to hear.

In a flash, he stands, towering over you. Looking up, you could see emotions mixing in his eyes; his face stone-cold like his hand that started to softly caress your cheek. You flinched at his cold hand, but soon it felt as though it was the only thing that could give you warmth. "I don't have a problem with you. I hated the thought of bickering with you, but it was the only way that I could hear your voice." Everything he said slowly made your head go crazy.

"You could have just said you wanted me," you said, as you got closer to his face. "I could have, but seeing you all hot and bothered made me want you more." His eyes never left yours. He had now leaned on the bed with his knee. His lips slowly met yours, and it was as though you had kissed ice. Your warm lips melted his ice lips.

His hand traveled down to your waist, his other supporting the back of your neck. Heat filled your body as his hunger for you burned as he pulled you into his lap. His hands explored your body, having stopped at your hips. As your hips moved, making him bite down on your lip, a small drop of blood made its way into his mouth. You both stopped. His eyes were now pitch black.

You started to shift in his lap to get off, but his grip made you stop, "It's okay, don't stop please." His voice sounded as though a growl and a whine were fighting in his throat. Furthermore, you did so. His lips softened as he laid you down on the bed. His hand continues to squeeze and caress your body. His cold temperature felt euphoric against your warmth.

Your hand ran through his hair, tugging and playing with it, making him moan. Your other made its way to his belt, unbuckling it as you could feel his cock twitching against you, wanting out. As you finally unzipped his pants, he stopped you. "Patience love"

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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

#caius volturi imagine #caius volturi x reader #caius volturi #caius x reader #volturi #twilight #the volturi #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight x reader #twilight fanfiction

[prpfs]

🦈🥂 happy new years! I’m 25 years old and I use she/her pronouns and I’m currently looking for something a bit- different? Or at least I haven’t seen too many people into this sort of setting but here we go…

I really want to do a historical/royalty rp specifically eastern/asian inspired but western works too, with possible fantasy or supernatural elements (that part is optional, but I’m always a sucker for vampires and magic for added ✨ spice ✨)

I can play either role in this but I do prefer mxf and currently I have a *slight* preference to play the male in the below plots, but I honestly have so much muse for this setting I can play the female as well, so don’t be discouraged and whoever you want to play just let me know!

ok some basic scenario ideas that I’m looking for that we can, ofc, build on together:

- loosely based on the warring states of Korea or China, but character A is a king who named himself emperor and is uniting the warring states into one empire, character B is from a defeated state, or from one of the current not-defeated ones looking to negotiate peace terms through marriage, either way their two nations are enemies. I do hope to have some dark and 🕊️ themes with either some age differences (nothing extreme, she could be late teens and he could be mid/ate 20s), elements of toxic relationship, possible dubcon, obsession, etc like really I have no triggers.

- for a more westernized historical setting, the king wants to make character b their queen or for added spice their mistress/paramour against their will, maybe character b loves someone else, is secretly pregnant from someone else etc or whatever.

really any variations of the above work with me! but some things to note: like I said above I like to write dark things and themes, and I have no triggers. I write literately, and often like to write multiple paragraphs to novella but I can mirror and adjust, I also tend to write a bit on the flowery side but nothing crazy- and I enjoy others who write the same way. I love smut, but I also love sexual tension, romantic tension, angst, tragedy, drama etc and I like to establish a bit of connection between characters before just diving straight into a smut scene, I’ve had issues in the past where ppl wanted my very first or second responses to dive right into smut and I like to set the scene and feel out the vibes between characters a bit first. I also enjoy worldbuilding and really testing our characters to the limit to truly understand them and create something really awesome and unique. lastly I like to add in and play minor npcs to again set the scene and feeling and really dig into the plot and storyline, and I hope to write with someone who enjoys the same and likes to take initiative with moving the plot forward as much as I do!

anyway I think that’s all, thanks!

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #oc x oc #m/f #dead dove

[kumidark]

more on these ships below the cut:

sorbetcrepe: they met when sorbet shark accidentally destroyed some of strawberry crepe's wafflebots;;; as an apology, they let strawberry crepe run jam/dough tests on them since they were curious how sorbet shark worked (being a cookie/shark and all). the two get up to hijinks together, and sorbet shark brings strawberry crepe little trinkets from the travels across the sea. as a thank you gift, strawberry crepe built a miniature saltwater pond for sorbet shark to stay in/rehydrate in when they visit the vanilla kingdom!!

kumidark: they're traveling together after dark choco left the cookies of darkness. kumiho is super casually affectionate with him, something that throws dark choco off. he only lets her get away with it because sometimes it's nice to feel loved (also he's touch-starved but shhhh he doesn't know that). if you wanna know about how they met n stuff, feel free to read my kumidark fic on ao3 and/or look through my older kumidark posts^^

carapastry: somehow, pastry manages to get away from the st pastry order and caramel arrow and her become friends!! caramel arrow helps her move past her trauma related to the order and pastry helps caramel arrow realize she wants to kiss a woman on the lips 😳;;; also they both wield bows!!!!

figblossom: someone in my server created this ship and i'm in LOVE.....okay so basically they're both super friendly and kind and caring and they both love picnics/storytelling!!! they would have the sweetest on dates in flower fields and cherry blossom would bake delicious treats for fig to try and!!!! basically they're super cute!!!!!

twizzlytiger: okay HEAR ME OUT: twizzly gummy comes across tiger lily at some point and realizes she's s u p e r fun to mess with and now everytime she stops by that area she seeks her out to mess with her. meanwhile tiger lily is completely done with twizzly gummy and exasperated with her shenanigans, but also she has the most fun when she's around her, and twizzly treats her butter tiger nice so....maybe she can stick around.....cue accidental pining and twizzly realizing she doesn't just hang around tiger lily for the laughs, but because she actually Likes Her. twizzly gummy wouldn't know how to deal with it so she'd end up blowing up a castle or something idk.....yeah.......

wereyam: another ship from my server!! i fell in love with it because purple yam would NOT take werewolf's self-deprecating comments. werewolf would say something bad about himself and purple yam would yell WRONG and werewolf wouldnt be able to say anything else. also werewolf's always scared of hurting people because of his big wolf form but purple yam not only wouldn't be scared of it, he'd be able to handle it and fight back if werewolf ever lost control (which he wouldn't)^^

avomala: BUTCH GIRLFRIENDS!!! as stated above, mala's one of the only cookies who'll openly laugh at avocado's jokes and genuinely finds them funny, but also!! avocado is one of the only cookies who can almost handle mala's spice preferences (not completely though; she still has her limits);;; also!! avocado makes weapons for mala sauce sometimes as gifts, which mala l o v e s :3

cacaocaviar: dark cacao is notorious for being stern and refusing help from anybody, but imagine if the republic heard of his troubles (maybe after the whole thing with the soul jam) and sent caviar to help out!! caviar could help keep the licorice sea at bay, and cacao would finally have someone experienced whom he could put his trust in! peepaw x peepaw <3

univamp: yet another ship from my server!! vampire n cream unicorn are both essentially immortal, and they both are very mellow and somft;;;; cream unicorn is one of the only cookies who wouldn't mind vampire's sleepiness/laziness and would sit with him for hours while he nodded off^^ also, most importantly: THEIR HAIR FORMS A HEART!!!!! 💕💕💕💕

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #strawberry crepe cookie #sorbet shark cookie #kumiho cookie #dark choco cookie #caramel arrow cookie #pastry cookie #fig cookie #cherry blossom cookie #twizzly gummy cookie #tiger lily cookie #purple yam cookie #werewolf cookie #avocado cookie #mala sauce cookie #dark cacao cookie #captain caviar cookie #cream unicorn cookie #vampire cookie #sorbetcrepe #kumidark #carapastry #figblossom #twizzlytiger #wereyam #avomala #cacaocaviar #univamp

[aanylah-101]

𝒁𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑲 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵(𝑺) (𝟐?)

✩• - Summary; Zdinarsk helping you out when your sick

✩• - Fluff slight sad

✩• - MADE UP LIFE!!

✩• - Options for your liking (only 1 or whatever)

✩• - LIMITED LINES // MORE DESCRIPTION

✩• -Enjoy Angels! 🕊🤍

So, Imagine your sick right? It's late at night and you want some tea/coffee

You go into your kitchen installed in your room on base to make it, however Zdinarsk is still asleep In your guys bedroom

Your maing your drink when you start coughing again, it's nothing to major but It bothers you

You rub your throat in an attempt to soothe yourself but you only keep coughing, it started to soon feel like you were chocking on your cough

"How did I even get sick.."

When your drink was finsihed you added some spices to help your coughing go down

As you place your cup down to reach something you feel a presence near you...

You turn to see Zdinarsk leaning on the doorway with her arms crossed

"What're you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep.."

"Awh, poor thing" she said walking up to you and hugging you

"Are you alright" she said letting you go

"I'm fine-" you started coughing again, this time it seemed worse

Eywa was defenitly not letting you lie through this,

When Zdinarsk got a clear look at your face you were pouting and your eyes were watery, there was a faint blush across your cheeks from your face being hot.

The cause being from your body confusing you what temperature you acually were.

Zdinarsk held you up onto her side as you leaned onto her,

You were weak...

She had so much sorrow in her eyes seeing you like this..you didn't deserve it.

Zdinarsk lifted you up carrying you bridal style back to your room. She carefully sat you down on the bed putting the covers up to your lower thighs

She went back to the kitchen making you a snack and grabbing the drink you made along with some pills.

...

When you were done it was around 2am and you were ready to go back to sleep, Zdinarsk cuddled you placing her grip around your waist not wanting to let you go.

She planted a kiss on your forehead and smiling,

"G'night love"

"Goodnight.." you say smiling back, feeling so happy you have a girlfriend who cares about you so much..

______________________________________________________________

Fun fact; This just happened to me, I took a sip of my tea (which is right next to me right now) and drunk it taste testing it when I started chocking on it.

I IMMEDIATELY thought of my 1 of many comfort charcaters Zdinarsk and thought "I gotta make a story outa this, the hoes (@dyingofcookies ) gone loveee thissss"

Thank you for reading! Bye Angels! 🕊🤍

Friends; @dyingofcookies @multiversebaddie

#Zdinarsk #Z-dog #z dog x reader #Fluff #Angst #Short story #Recom squad #Project phonxix #Favorite lesbain

[lilypadlys]

Domestic December Day 1 - Cooking Together

The oven breaks so Dew lends Cumulus a hand, and his fire magic, so she can bake cookies. This idea has been rolling around in my head for a bit and this was the perfect excuse to finally write it. Now I want cookies…

So excited to be doing my first fic writing challenge/event! Since it's my first time, free time is limited, and I just wanted to have fun with this, I gave myself no word minimums for any of these. Some will be decent sized oneshots and other will be much shorter drabbles and headcanons.

I plan to have something for all 31 days but we'll see how that goes. The plan is all SFW and no smut this time around. Just a bunch of sweet domestic fluff. Prompt list by @comp-lady See prompt list here

600 words of Cumulus/Dew fluff below the cut or on AO3

Cumulus hums while she works, using an ice cream scoop to form the cookie dough she’d made into rounds before setting them on parchment paper lined sheets. With winter approaching, she’d been in a baking mood. She decided to use the day to try out a spice cookie recipe she’d found in one of the cook books in the library

“So, set the oven to 350 degrees…” She says to herself checking the recipe. “And let them bake for fifteen minutes. Okay!”

She reaches over the stove to the digital time display and presses the button to set the oven to preheat. And nothing happens. She presses it again, this time with more force. Still nothing.

“Huh.”

After further inspection, the oven light also fails to switch on, much less the heating coils.

“Is it a power issue?”

The time still lights up, perpetually two minutes behind, but the oven stubbornly refuses to heat. Shrugging, Cumulus prepares to slide the cookie sheets into the freezer. The dough balls will keep and she can bake them once the oven’s fixed. Failing that, they can just eat the cookie dough raw. The eggs were pasteurized and the ghoul’s have stomachs of steel. It should be fine.

She’s interrupted by Dew entering the kitchen.

“Whatcha making Lus? Smells good in here.”

She sighs. “I was making cookies but the oven isn’t working. I think it might be broken.”

Dew frowns in sympathy but suddenly his eyes light up. “What if we-”

“Oh no!” She interrupts. “We are not letting Swiss try to fix it. Not after last time. He still owes me a new hair dryer.”

Dew chuffs and rolls his eyes. “Satan no. I was thinking, what if we use fire magic?”

“Huh.” Cumulus considers. “Maybe. But you couldn’t just roast them. They’d burn. They need evenly distributed heat over a length of time.”

“Use your magic to spread the heat around? Distribute the warm air?”

“Oh! That might work.”

The two ghouls get to work, setting the test sheet over a raised cooling rack. Dew heats his hands and places one just below the cookie sheet and the other right above. He waves his hands back and forth a little to distribute the heat as Cumulus manipulates the warmed air to hover around the cookies.

To their delight, it works. It’s not perfect. It takes a while and involves a lot of guessing. A closed system would be more efficient and certainly easier. Regardless, they’re too excited to care. At the end, Dew risks a little open flame over the top, just to gently toast the edges and get them golden brown and crispy

Once the cookies seem fully cooked, Cumulus quickly cools them with a breezier gust of air. She picks a cookie up and breaks it in half, inspecting the inside. It looks done. She takes an experimental bite and hums in satisfaction.

“Good?” Dew asks.

She replies by handing him the other half. He accepts, taking a bite. His blissful grin soon matches the one on Cumulus’ face. The cookies are packed with pecans and cinnamon, and sprinkled with brown sugar that has since caramelized on the tops of the cookies. The edges are crisp but the insides manage to be soft with the pecans adding the occasional crunch. In short, they’re amazing.

“Lus, these are great.” Dew says around a mouth full of cookie.

“Thank you! Let's get the rest baked so we can bring them to the others.”

Dew’s smile turns into a pout. “Noooo…”

“What? Why not? You want to eat the cookie dough?”

“No,” He puffs out his bottom lip a little. “I don’t want to share.” He grabs another cookie possessively, causing Cumulus to giggle.

“Help me with these and as soon as the oven is fixed, I’ll make a batch just for you.”

“Okay.” His grin returns. “Deal.”

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #namelessghoulettes #cumulus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus/dewdrop #domestic december 2023 #lys writes

[wyrdle]

For the TrainerClavell au

If I read correctly, you guys talked about Clavell helping the kids with their nightmares and problems but what about Clavell having some really upsetting dreams about the professors :'D

Maybe it doesn't happen that often but when it does it's bad :'/

((ok now imagine Tyme comforting him🙂🙂🙂🙂))

SCREECHING. Ok. I had brain worms from this prompt. Enjoy a crazy spur of writing (it turned out way longer than i expected)

CW for: Nightmares, implied injury/traumatic experiences. Enjoy!!!! Hopefully this is a fun read lol

Clavell was huddled right outside the Zero Lab, a space cleared out for the scientists within  when they needed an escape from the stuffiness of the indoors. There was no breeze so deep underground, but the caverns were still chilly, and Clavell regretted not wearing something warmer. Stuffing his hands into his lab coat pocket, he gazed at the peaceful scenery around him.

Area Zero, for all the inconveniences it brought, was beautiful at night. There were the glittering crystals, but also the Glimmora blooming to life, their bio-luminescent petals reflecting in the pools of water. The ethereal quality of the land only made Clavell feel even more homesick.

The Tera Orbs were well on their way to being finished, a project spanning years. Though the scientists had had designated breaks to leave the place, Clavell sorely missed the rest of Paldea's crowds, its food, the sights. Plus, he was tired, the numerous late nights of research wore down on even the most devoted academics. The wrap up of the greatest discovery in his career couldn't come sooner! 

"Boo!" 

Jumping at the sudden scare, Clavell became the subject of peals of laughter.

"Sada!" He grumbled, almost pouting. "I came out here for peace and quiet."

"Not my fault you make it so easy.” His colleague and dear friend flashed a toothy grin, taking a seat beside him even as she asked: “Care for some company?”

Even Clavell, for all his gentlemanly niceness, had his limits tested when it came to the brash and brazen Professor Sada. 

“As if you’d listen to me.” he huffed, with faux grumpiness.

“True.” A third voice chimed in to gang up on Sada, to Clavell’s pleasure, even though he knew it’d be temporary.

Professor Turo, despite his quiet and less expressive demeanor, was a man who’d just as quickly strike jabs and jeers back in pettiness. At least he was too distracted by the three, probably scorching, cups of instant noodles in his hands to say anything. Yet.

“Turo! How could you!” Sada mock cried, dramatically wiping a shed tear.

Quietly, and with a smile on his face, Clavell passed her one of the cups, feeling his frosty fingers warm up as did his heart. Wedged between his friends who were complete opposites, he didn’t mind the badly cooked noodles, and the sadness from before was replaced by fondness for the two bright people beside him.

“Did you even put in the seasoning?!” Sada screeched.

“Um.” A cough. “Yes?”

“You put all of them into yours by accident, didn’t you?”

Dumbasses, both of them. Clavell mused internally, letting Sada tear at Turo’s terrible cooking for him. 

As he ate quietly between them however, something began to feel wrong. Did he eat too quickly? Was the spice getting to his throat?

“Clave11, is that y0u?”

Suddenly Sada and Turo’s banter had turned cold, their voices beside him twisted and electronic. Worst of all, it felt laced with genuine hatred and scorn. Directed at him.

He was choking on his food, that was the only explanation for why he couldn’t breathe. In his seat, he was frozen, unable to look up at either of them, the warm bodies by his side now cold and metallic. Staring at his feet, the ground shifted from the rocky terrain of Area Zero and into man-made obsidian tiles. Gone was the soft glow of blue, dangerous red drowning everything around him.

[OBSTRUCTION TO TIME MACHINE IDENTIFIED]

The sounds of Pokemon at night were replaced by the blaring warning sirens, the whir of a machine drawing power, the rumble of vertical constructs rising from the earth.

[PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL INITIALISED]

"H0w c0u1d y0u, 0ld friend?"

The cup of noodles he had been holding had been hot, but they'd become scorching in an instant, the pain allowing him to break free from his paralysis to look up…

… at the angry, inhuman, glare of his two friends.

[PARADISE PROTECTION PROTOCOL HAS INITIALISED BATTLE]

[P-R-DISE PR0TECTI0N PR0T0C0L HAS INITIALISED BATTLE]

[PROFESSOR TURO AND PROFESSOR SADA HAVE INITIALISED BATTLE]

As their voices echoed from all around, Clavell was too frozen by his terror to dodge the blur of red and blue speeding towards him. Even as his very being screamed to run, to hide, the monsters drew close enough for him to see their long claws, open maws and sharp teeth.

"Tra1t0r!"

He screamed.

“Clavell!”

He was trembling, clothes sticking uncomfortably onto damp skin, lungs desperately attempting to draw air. A strong and warm hand was on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake. 

One moment he was in horrible pain and mind-numbing terror, the next he was lying on his back on his couch, blinking up at the familiar white lights of his office.

“You’re alright, Director, just breathe.”  Blearily, he recognised the owner of the comforting voice, glancing up at Tyme's concerned expression. 

How did he…?

"You were taking a break from the paperwork. We were going over the Academy budget for expanding student services." She helpfully explained, shifting slightly to allow Clavell's Houndoom to move forward and lick his hand, whining in concern. 

His heart was still racing, calming slowly through Tyme's comforting words and instructions to ground himself in the present. Houndoom’s soft fur under his hand helped, too.

Eventually, he collected himself enough to speak.

“...Tyme?”

“6:00PM.” She joked, at her own expense. Fortunately, it drew a bewildered, if shaky, laugh from Clavell. “We had a lot of papers to review, remember?”

Right. They were going to approach Chairwoman Geeta with several new proposals for further funding. In particular, to expand the Academy’s student counseling services as well as mental health first aid classes. Especially after… the events of Area Zero.

The glitter of crystals, the whir of the time machine, Not-Turo and Not-Sada’s expressions twisted with hatred-

Unwillingly, he shuddered, tensing up at the memory of his nightmare/memory. Clavell’s Houndoom, sensing his owner’s distress, decided to lick at his cheek, prompting Clavell to readjust his non-existent glasses. A bad habit, really, for anytime he needed something to distract his hands.

“Here.” Tyme presses his glasses into his palm, nodding wordlessly as he whispers thanks. She stands, informing him she’d be back with a glass of water, leaving him some privacy to recollect himself.

Sitting up with his full vision, he absorbed the comfort and familiarity of his office, pointedly ignoring the lab equipment he had kept in memory of… them. He had hoped, once, that they’d return, with all of their fiery personality and quips he’d grown used to after spending years in the labs together. 

But you never really knew them, did you? His vicious thoughts betray him, and exhaustion seemed to weigh him down even more heavily.

“Drink.” Tyme instructs when she returns, taking a seat on the couch as she hands him the cool glass. If it were eerily similar to his dream, Clavell didn’t comment.

“T-Thank you, Miss Tyme.” Remembering himself, he flustered. “I-I’m sorry you had to witness that-”

“Hush, you.” She sighs, shaking her head in what Clavell assumes to be exasperation. “Everyone has bad days, you’re only human. Do you… want to talk about it?”

Clavell winces, biting his lower lip. He was an adult, for Arceus’ sake, the director no less. It was highly inappropriate for his co-worker to be the bearer of his troubles… even if it was Tyme.

No, the real reason he kept tight-lipped was because of how much it hurt to speak openly of what he’d experienced, of the friends he’d lost.

“Take your time, Clavell.” Tyme cooed, patting his back gently. In lieu of a verbal response Clavell leaned into her side, appreciating the firm one-armed hug. “If ever you need a listening ear, I’m here.”

In the end, that was all the difference, between Tyme and the professors, wasn’t it?

Clavell’s grief and anger curled tightly around him, but just for that moment, he breathed easy in the comfort of a friend by his side.

#clavell #director clavell #professor turo #professor sada #tyme #pokemon tyme #pokemon clavell #trainer clavell au #asks #pokemon fic #i like fleshing out the trio's friendship lol #they'd have a fun and adorable dynamic #idk if I capture my idea of it well tho lol