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juniperhillpatient · 2 years
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I'm almost done talking tonight I swear & I really do hate to bring up the Avatar comics but I only do it to talk about how much I love Kiyi conceptually despite hating what they chose to do with her (nothing). Like, the thing about Azula & Zuko is that they're hardwired not to view love or familial or sibling dynamics in a normal way. And you just throw this poor kid into the mix like "hey btw you have two siblings & also they've already got this whole super messed up obsessive codependent rivalry going on with each other welcome to the family!" Like, they're all three going to be SO jealous of each other & the relationship the other two have with each other & insecure & either hostile or uber-protective toward each other depending on the circumstances. I'm literally obsessed with the 3 of them IDK how the comics missed out on such an obviously insane trio sibling dynamic & how fun it could be if you let them all be characters instead of uncomfortable tropes but I'm having the time of my life writing them myself
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farshores · 11 months
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gonna have to deal with the process of transferring everything over to a new computer/redownloading everything soon but hey i can ignore that sense of dread n annoyance with the thought of argonians sneezing like chickens
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brokenhardies · 1 year
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also i wanted to include my hypothetical player characters for my ocs... here we go!
hylenna nikos - siobhan thompson
athel'min ashland - aabria iyengar
shriva duskryn - anjali bhimani
cinna rollins - jasmine bhullar
varus nightingale - erika ishii
hazel vandergris - rekha shankar
pearl bilgewater - persephone valentine
argent fairchild - marisha ray
rose red - aabria iyengar
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shamblz · 1 year
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Finally caved n bought a space heater since it's getting so cold and it keeps turning itself off after being on for no more than 90 seconds maximum:)))
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bangtanintotheroom · 1 year
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Spin You Like a Hit Record (M)
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She seh she want come round a mi yard
Mi seh gyal turn round mek mi fuck you hard
Mek mi spin you like a hit record
Mi spin you like a hit record
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• Pairing: Clubgoer!Bangchan x Clubgoer!(F)Reader
• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Smut, One Night Stand (?), Strangers to Lovers
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 12.1k
• Summary: No one who’s ever stepped into this club can match your moves. No one dared to challenge you until a man with cheesy pick up lines and bulging muscles did. There’s no way this guy could impress you, right?
• Warnings/themes: swearing, dirty dancing, grinding, clubbing, Chan being a sexy dork, flirting, drinking, Y/N getting a bit angry, Felix being a cockblock and a chaotic roommate 💀, making out, all the teasing, dirty talk, breast play, praise, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), face-sitting, 69, hitting it from the back, a teensy tiny hint of dom!Chan, protected sex, mentions of drooling, mentions of exhibitionism, the morning after
• Playlist: 🎧
• Song Inspo: Come Roun - Mavado (Spotify | Soundcloud)
• Notes: IT’S FINALLY HEEEEEERE 🗣️ I did not think it’d take this long, that Chan brainrot is no joke lol A big fuck thank you to @minisugakoobies @minttangerines and @sugalaritae for pushing Mr. Bang Christopher Chan onto me in our group chat. It’s my first time writing a non-BTS fic since I started this blog, but I hope you guys will enjoy this regardless! 💕 and kisses for my sexy stack of pancakes Griddle who beta’d this for me on short notice!
• Taglist: @jimilter​ @joontied​ @minisugakoobies​ @minttangerines​ @sugalaritae​ @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp​ @amaranth-writing​ @dvalitaes​
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This was your favorite environment.
The one place where you could let loose and not give a flying fuck about what anyone else in the room would think. Then again, the usual mindset of every other person in this area was either one of the two categories; how can I dance like her or how can I dance with her. It brought you confidence that could remain for the rest of the night.
The club was a decent-sized place that was always so packed that it had the potential to become a fire hazard. Monday, Thursday, Saturday; it didn’t matter what day it was, people were there ready to dance and drink their hearts out.
The music was what really brought everyone in. A mix of R&B and hip hop, both old and new, inspiring club-goers to gyrate and belt out the lyrics into the neon air. But there was a specific genre that piqued your interest from the moment you first stepped into this establishment. Hearing the bouncy rhythm and background instruments originating from various Caribbean islands took over your soul (you couldn’t think of a less dramatic way to explain it). If you were feeling less-than-stellar when you entered the building, the music was quick to fix that. Knowing that over time, you would become one with the beats, gyrating to your heart’s content.
Nothing could kill your vibe.
Well, except for when strangers tried to creep into your personal bubble.
Now, you didn’t mind someone coming up to dance with you in the beginning. It took two to tango and it could be fun having another person to enjoy the music with. But it became clear after some time that not many of them could match your moves.
They were too slow.
They were off-beat.
They were too erratic in their moves.
Your patience dwindled with these people, which led to you turning them down the second you sensed trouble. Some backed off with little issue, finding another club dweller to put their moves on instead. Some didn’t like to take no for an answer and led to passive-aggressive jabs at your dancing before storming away.
Whatever.
Not your problem.
You had been here for over an hour now. About six people had approached you, varying energies, but with the same disappointing results. The last one was particularly grating, constantly trying to guide you to their awful rhythm. They must have missed your ass about three times before you gave them the typical look of disappointment. But they insisted on trying over and over until you had to take their hands off you and tell them to leave you alone. The look in their eyes screamed that they wanted to call you some name, but they chose wisely to walk away instead.
Good, you didn’t feel like cussing someone out tonight.
Now that you were free from lackluster dancers, your throat was getting parched. It was time to re-hydrate, especially before the fire songs came on.
You made a beeline over to the crowded bar, nabbing an empty spot as soon as it opened. You rested your arms on the sticky countertop, tapping your pointed nails as you waited for one of the bartenders to acknowledge you. While you were watching a particularly flamboyant and agile bartender toss and flip his shaker, you heard a voice call from your side.
“Hey, how you doin’?”
Oh jeez.
Your immediate reaction was to give whoever spoke a fake and dismissive smile, but something about the way they sounded intrigued you. Was that an accent? It was hard to tell with the volume of the music.
Taking a chance, you turned your head to the right.
Ooh. Okay then. Hottie in your vicinity.
Decent height. Short black hair. Very handsome with a unique nose and full lips.
A very real smile automatically took over your glossy lips.
“Hey. Couldn’t be any better.”
The good-looking stranger shot you a megawatt grin, complete with dimples and everything.
“That’s good. You looked like you were having fun out there.”
Your torso turned towards him a little more.
“You were watching me?”
“Kind of hard not to.”
This type of exchange had become familiar to you lately. Someone walked up and tried to hit on you by complimenting your dancing skills. Depending on the person, it had a 50/50 chance of working. But hearing this guy do it in his (what you quickly identified as) Aussie accent upped the probability.
Would he get any farther than this, though?
“Oh?”
“Yup. Made me think you might live here with the way you were moving to those songs.”
A giggle escaped you, to your surprise.
“What can I say? I’m one with the music.”
The man next to you repeated your laugh, eyes squinting in delight.
“Oh, I believe it. Oops, where’s my manners?”
He held a hand out towards you, causing your eyes to travel up his muscular arm in intrigue. Whoa. Look at those biceps. Bless this man for wearing a sleeveless shirt tonight.
“I’m Chan.”
Right. Pay attention, Y/N. Take his hand and speak!
“Y/N. Nice to meet you, Chan.”
The mystery hottie named Chan gave you a handshake with enough pressure to wonder if he was holding back. With the muscle he was packing, surely he was hiding his strength.
“Likewise! You mind if I buy you a drink?”
You shrugged, lips quirked upwards.
“If you’re offering, sure.”
Chan grinned, taking your drink order before continuing to have a mild conversation with you. It seemed like it was going to take a while before the two of you were acknowledged. You didn’t mind, finding him to be pleasant to speak to. From his appearance alone, you assumed that he would be one of those cocky muscleheads who did the bare minimum when it came to chatting up women.
Oh, did he prove you wrong.
He was actually rather sweet in the way he spoke to you, asking if your night was going well so far. The man was particularly tickled in your retelling of some of the disastrous events from the dancefloor, letting out giggles that made him even more endearing in your eyes. You almost didn’t want the drinks to come; that’s how much you were enjoying his presence.
But after the first and even second drink, you were still talking to Chan, the both of you sitting on stools now.
This was odd. Your main goal was usually to come and dance up a storm at this club, not chat with a complete stranger. It was like Chan was a magnet. Pulling you in and keeping you by his side unless some opposing force came in and tugged you away.
You spoke too soon, it seemed. For the DJ made a familiar announcement that had your ears perking up.
“Alright y’all, I’m lovin’ this crowd tonight, the energy is beautiful up in here! But now I wanna turn it up a notch. In a few minutes, you’ll see what I mean!”
Damn. Your favorite part of the night was coming up.
How could you cut this interaction short, though? You weren’t quite ready to stop talking to Chan…
But…
You let out a sigh when his head was turned, not wanting him to think you were tired of his presence. Far from it.
“Hey Chan?”
He looked back at you, raising a dark brow.
“What’s up?”
“I hate to break up our little chat, but I’d like to get back to the floor.”
Chan seemed to be averse to your departure, full lips pouting in disappointment. Cute.
“That’s a shame, I was enjoying your company.”
You gave an apologetic smile, not really wanting to split yet either.
“The feeling’s mutual, trust me. But the DJ’s about to play some fire music and I don’t really want to miss it.”
He now raised his other brow in intrigue.
“Better than what’s already been playing?”
“Mhm! I mean, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I like it.”
Just as Chan was about to speak again, you heard a familiar tune float out of the speakers, your head whipping towards the dancefloor. A chorus of cheers and hollers erupted from the crowd, a few people running from their seats to join the wave of grinding bodies. Your fingers twitched around your glass.
You were dying to be out there.
And then you looked back at your companion.
But something was telling you leaving this man would be a mistake.
If he was really interested, maybe he wouldn’t mind waiting for you to finish your dance. And if he was the impatient kind, then tough shit.
“Chan—”
“Is this what you were waiting for?”
The interruption made you blink, nodding as you watched an inquisitive expression take over his handsome face. After a moment, he smirked.
“Dancehall, huh? Great taste.”
He appreciated this kind of music too? What else were you going to add onto the one-sided list of pros and cons?
“Thanks. I didn’t picture you as the type to know about this.”
Chan’s dark eyes widened, looking taken aback.
“Of course I do! I listen to almost anything. But this stuff right here, this is no joke. I don’t blame you for wanting to go.”
You couldn’t hold back a grin, no matter how hard you tried. Why couldn’t there be more people like him? You definitely had to catch up after you were finished.
Just as you were about to express your gratitude, Chan cocked his head and spoke, “Actually…”
The expectant look he gave was outright charming.
“Do you mind if I join?”
Uh oh.
Here we go. Damn, and it was all going so well too.
Not that you didn’t want to get the chance to grind up on this attractive man, but if he messed up out there, it just might change your overwhelmingly positive opinion on him.
You’d have to turn him down. It sucked, but it was for his own good.
Alright, just remember how this went the last time someone dared to ask you to dance.
Lowering your lids, you rested an elbow on the counter, clasping your hands together while your mouth flattened into a humorless line.
“You can’t keep up with me.”
This man wasn’t fazed by your dismissal. If anything, he seemed to enjoy the challenge, reflecting your position before a tongue came out to run over his straight teeth.
“Don’t count me out yet, baby.”
Your cold front cracked a mite at the nickname and the way Chan seemed so confident in himself. Was it real? Or was he just bullshitting until he got onto the floor with you and made a fool of himself?
The drinks you had must have been extra strong tonight as you found your resolve wavering faster than usual.
Well, only one way to answer your questions.
“Fine.”
Straightening up, you brushed some loose hairs out of your face before lifting your chin up a bit. You held a hand out towards your challenger.
“Let’s see if you can back up that mouth.”
You would think Chan had won the lottery with the dazzling grin he gave. He wasted no time in taking your palm in his, warm and heavy and leaving you wondering what it could be capable of. There was time for that later, if he played his cards right.
Now you were leading him onto the dancefloor, bobbing and weaving through the gyrating club-goers. You glanced back to see if there was any hesitation on his face as you pulled him into the middle.
Nothing.
If anything, he seemed even more excited.
Interesting.
Once you found a spot large enough for the two of you, you turned to face him, raising a brow.
“Last chance.”
Chan chuckled, shaking his head at your warning.
“Ready whenever you are.”
Lips quirking, you took a head start, quickly identifying what point of the song was playing right now. Your body began responding to the beats, hips popping side to side as you kept your eyes locked with his own. He was quick to follow you in succession, starting off with simple two-steps, albeit with a little more flourish than the other dancers.
You noticed how easily Chan seemed to catch the tempo on his own. His eyes never straying from yours to watch your movements in hopes to imitate them.
So far, so good.
But this was only the beginning.
Deciding to go up a level, you stepped closer to him. Leaving only a few inches between your bodies, you allowed your hips to come so close to brushing against his. Watching his face to see if he would flinch or back down, your curiosity was intrigued when he did neither.
In fact, Chan closed the gap before placing those strong hands of his on your waist. The touch made a jolt go up your spine, intensified by the smirk he shot down at you next.
“This alright?”
Either it was the music or the distraction from his warm palms that almost had you missing what he said.
“Yeah.”
From then on, you both remained silent, letting your bodies do the talking.
Your dance partner matched your moves with little second-guessing, even taking the lead at times. After a certain point, Chan took one of your hands to spin you around a few times, a laugh escaping your lips at the gesture. The sound stopped when you felt him pull your back flush against his front, gut twisting at the heat and firmness of his body. You almost missed your next step, but you were quick to collect yourself.
This gesture was a lot more intimate than before, the atmosphere taking a slight turn into something a bit sultry. It didn’t help that the man behind you took to resting his head next to yours, lowering the percentage of your body that wasn’t pressed against his. You could feel his breath occasionally washing over your cheek.
“Tired of me yet?”
Is he for real?
“Not at all. I’m liking what I’m seeing so far.”
Chan chuckled, lips vibrating against your ear. “Good.”
The two of you continued your dancing, the next couple of songs passing by swiftly. You were happy to see that he wasn’t full of shit when it came to his skills. You even challenged him by throwing a sudden move in at random moments, wanting to catch him off-guard. But he was quick on the draw, following any dips or grinds with ease.
The chance that you would spend more time with Chan later was growing by the second.
But then the DJ started transitioning into a tune that you knew all too well. You couldn’t help but wonder whether your companion could handle this kind of song or if it’d be a little too far out of his league.
“Oh shit! Haven’t heard this one in a while.”
What?
Chan couldn’t see your brows raising until you turned your head, surprised by the eager expression on his handsome face.
“This song?”
“Yup.” He cocked his head at the disbelief in your eyes. “What?”
“Sure you can handle this?”
Just like before, there was no caution to your question, his lips twisting into a secure smirk.
“Wait and see.”
You hoped he didn’t feel the tremble that ran through your body just now. Something about the sheer confidence of this man got to you with little effort.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, you faced forward once again, hips starting to roll to the familiar rhythm. You were slower and more deliberate in your movements this time, trying to take the lead. Chan seemed to have other plans, though, tightening his hold on you before pulling you back just as he was grinding forward.
Whoa.
There wasn’t an ounce of modesty in that move just now. Alright, don’t back down, Y/N.
You raised your arms in the air, starting to lower your body down. Chan followed suit until the two of you were nearly squatting, giving you a little more leverage to work with. You weren’t shy in winding your hips back, the fabrics of your pants providing friction every time the two of you made contact. A part of you was hoping he’d slip up a bit, just to know you were having an effect on him. It wouldn’t influence your currently high opinion of him at all.
But if he was getting worked up, it wasn’t showing in the way he closed whatever gap was between and grinded from the bottom of your ass all the way to the top.
Oh no.
Godammit, you could feel whatever he was hiding in those pants of his rubbing against every inch of your bottom. And now your stimulated brain was running with scenarios of just what could be in his pants.
You swallowed hard.
Were you actually getting turned on from dancing alone? This was a first.
Okay, focus.
Push back, Y/N, push back.
It didn’t do much, of course. Especially since he practically jerked his hips forward all of a sudden. If it wasn’t for his hands, you would’ve stumbled in shock.
Thank God he couldn’t see the flustered expression on your face right now.
“Mind if I try something, baby?”
Oh? Something else up his sleeve…well, lack of sleeve.
You shook your head, only to have Chan maneuver your body so you were bent over at the waist, much to your surprise.
What he did next almost had you keeling over in a stupor.
The man behind you took a firm hold of your hips before grinding against you with everything he had in his well-muscled body.
Oh. Shit. Fucking shit.
You know, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed Chan wouldn’t be up to par. Because if it wasn’t for your clothes, this man would be straight-up fucking you on the dancefloor right now.
No no no. This could not continue, not unless he wanted you to pounce on him in the middle of this crowd.
You had to take the reins and let him know that you weren’t backing down.
Straightening your body up, you took his hands and pulled them away before spinning around to face him.
Okay, this was your last resort. Surely he wouldn’t be able to handle this move.
Tickled at the confused expression on Chan’s handsome face, you went and hooked your leg around his waist, giving back just as much force as he did when he rolled from behind. Judging by the way he bit his lip, you must have caught him off-guard.
Alas, your victory lap was cut short when those same lips twisted into a wicked smirk. You realized how screwed you were when he took a firm hold of your waist and repeated the motion from earlier. This was a huge mistake!
There was no cushioning to protect you from the sensation of his clothed crotch grinding against yours.
Goddamn. You were wrong yet again.
Feeling Chan rub against you over and over again started a familiar heat between your legs that increased with each grind. You were quickly losing control over your body, having to grab onto his firm shoulders to steady yourself. Your eyes remained steady on his own, though, even if you wanted to close them while pleasure slowly crept up your spine.
You were looking for some sign on your dance partner’s face that he was being affected as well. Something. But there wasn’t much to work with. His smile was no longer present, but the rest of his expression remained impassive. Maybe he just had a really good poker face?
You managed to hold back on making any obscene sounds until a roll at a certain angle brushed right where your clit was. Oh fuck. Did you just moan out loud? At least the music covered it up…hopefully.
Just when you felt like you were about to pin this man and ride him like a prize horse, the song ended, music returning back into its usual genre. The bubble of lust around you and Chan burst with the shift. But the air still felt heavy. Especially with the way the two of you would just not stop staring at each other.
There was no way this would be the end of your interaction with the handsome stranger tonight.
Absolutely not.
You were pleased to see that you weren’t the only one who had broken a sweat, the edge of Chan’s hairline shining and dotted with light perspiration.
“How was that?”
What? That’s all he had to say? After the way he spun, writhed and bent you over, that’s what came out of his mouth?!
Alright. He wanted an answer? You would give him one.
With your eyes narrowing for a moment, you made a grab for his hand before beginning to drag him through the dancing bodies. You narrowly avoided having your foot stepped on until the two of you hit an open area. Spotting the hallway leading to the bathrooms, you kept pulling on Chan until you were deep enough to not be interrupted.
You swiftly turned around to have your back facing the wall. Chan’s mouth opened in what was sure to be a question until you grabbed his shoulders and tugged him down to attach your lips to his.
There was his damn answer.
He seemed to like it as you felt a groan rumble against you before those strong hands of his made a grab for your hips once more. You felt him tug until they were pressed to his.
Oh. Now you could tell that the grinding had some kind of effect on him.
Chan didn’t give you reprieve, snaking his tongue out to pry your mouth open. He was on a mission as he landed on your own appendage, tangling with controlled movements that had you feeling weaker than before. Between that and the nips to your lower lip he’d give occasionally, you would forget just where you guys were.
In a nightclub across the hall from restrooms with semi-questionable hygiene. Probably had a few drunks tossing their cookies in there too.
The more you thought about it, the more you realized that this wasn’t an ideal spot. You wanted to get a taste of whether Chan’s moves were only designated to the dancefloor or not.
When he broke off to begin planting kisses on your neck, you mustered up the strength to air your intentions.
“I wanna get out of here.”
Another kiss. “With me?”
“No, by myself— Ah—”
The nibble underneath your jaw made your words catch, much to Chan’s humor, judging by his tone as he teased, “Aw, I thought we were having such a good time together, baby.”
Clicking your tongue, you reached up to give an earlobe a light tug. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Pissing me off.”
An unexpected giggle came out before he whispered in your ear, “But you’re so hot when you’re mad.”
This man.
“You’re gonna see me real mad if we don’t leave this damn club.”
Another laugh came from Chan as pulled his head back to look at you.
“Fine, fine. Where are we going?”
“Your place, my place, a hotel, I don’t fucking care.”
You probably sounded whiny, but at least he seemed to share the sentiment as he stepped back.
“Well, lucky for you, my place is a few blocks away. C’mon.”
He held a hand out that you immediately took, allowing Chan to escort you through the club and to the front doors, ready to continue the night away from wandering eyes.
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Chan wasn’t joking when he said he only lived a few blocks down, but it felt like longer to you, thanks to how fucking horny you were.
It was so bad that you almost tugged him down an alleyway whenever the two of you had to wait at an intersection to cross. But oddly, having his thumb occasionally rub the back of your hand would ground you a bit. Well, that and the charming smile he’d shoot down.
It was almost like he could tell how restless you were.
Finally, he led you into an apartment building and straight to the elevator, the ride going up a few floors before you both got off.
Chan pulled a set of keys out of his pocket as the two of you headed down the hall to a door with a welcome mat that had a picture of a cat on it. The sight was unexpected and brought a tiny giggle out of you.
“It’s not mine, my roommate picked it out.”
“Chan, you don’t have to lie. I think it’s cute!”
He paused in unlocking the door to shoot a pout.
“I’m not!”
“Uh huh.”
Realizing he wasn’t going to change your mind, he rolled his eyes and got the door open, motioning you to step in first before locking it behind him. As soon as the two of you took your shoes off, he reached for your hand once again and began walking.
Guess you weren’t going to get a good look at his apartment right now.
Chan guided you down a hallway before stopping in front of one of the doors, presumably his bedroom. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it to push the door open, only for the smile on his face to drop.
You couldn’t see what the problem was until you peeked around his body, spotting a desk setup with a sizable computer monitor against one of the walls. And in the chair in front of it was a person, clearly immersed in the game they were playing.
“Get out, Felix.”
Chan’s concealed irritation caught the attention of the man named Felix, swiveling his chair around to shoot a bothered look. His appearance was the polar opposite of his roommate’s, slender with softer facial features and blond hair that draped over the back of his neck. In your eyes, he was, dare you say, quite a pretty man.
“But I’m almost done with this level, bro!”
Oh wow. Didn’t expect that voice to come out of that face.
Your lover for the night growled under his breath before addressing him once again with a little more attitude.
“Mate, get out of here! You’ve been in that chair since I left hours ago, go do something productive, for Chrissakes!”
Felix’s eyes narrowed at Chan, tsking before turning back around, clicking the mouse and keyboard harder than necessary. In a minute, the bright colors on the screen disappeared, leaving nothing but a basic desktop wallpaper illuminating the room. The leaner man pushed the chair back and stood up before heading towards the two of you.
“Asshole. This is me being productive.”
Clearly Chan wasn’t having it, dark eyes still boring a hole in the other as he gently moved both of your bodies aside so Felix could leave the room. But just before he hit the threshold, he stopped in his tracks, looking you up and down with thinly-veiled curiosity.
“Aren’t you at least going to introduce me to your new friend?”
Chan seemed ready to tell him off, yet reined it in at the last second, his broad shoulders lifting and lowering as he sighed with exasperation. He held out a free hand to gesture between you and Felix.
“Felix, Y/N. Y/N, Felix.”
The both of you waved to each other, Felix’s pretty face stretching into a cheeky smile.
“Hey Y/N. Hopefully Chan doesn’t drool on you while he’s on top.”
This seemed to be the last straw for the muscled man, letting out some colorful words before letting go of your hand. He placed both of his on Felix’s shoulders, turning him towards the hallway in order to push him out with more force than necessary. This didn’t seem to bother the other man, laughing at both of your reactions.
Just as Chan was grabbing the door, Felix seemed to have one last thing to say.
“Oh, and the back of his neck is his weak spot!”
Your brows lifted in intrigue just as the door was slammed in the other’s face, watching as the lock was turned with a loud click. You heard Chan mumbling under his breath, only able to hear the words ‘dick’ and ‘cunt’ and something about the electric bill, lips twitching in amusement until he turned towards you with a sigh. A hand came up to rub the back of his neck.
“’M sorry about that. My roommate can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.”
You giggled, stepping close to take said hand in yours, giving it a light squeeze.“No worries. Not the worst situation I’ve walked into.”
That adorable smile of his made a comeback, thanks to your reassurance.
“Good. Oh, and whatever he said was bullshit.”
Your head cocked to the side as you played with his fingers.
“What was?”
Chan huffed lightly at how you were playing games, placing his free hand on your hip to pull you flush against his firm body.
“How I drool.”
You looked off to the side, pretending to recollect what Felix had said before looking up at him once again.
“Oh yeah? Because I was more curious about the other thing he mentioned.”
You felt the hold on your hip move slowly towards your ass before cupping it.
“The neck thing?”
“Yes.”
Chan’s lips peeled back, flashing straight teeth. “You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
Your smile matched his to a T, taking your other hand to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss. It had been too long since his luscious lips were on yours.
The two of you picked up on where you had left off at the club, with less concern about who would see what was going on. It was just you and Chan in this lamp-lit room, tongues and teeth working .
Just when you were ready to take things up a notch, you felt his grip on both sides of your hips before he began guiding you to walk backwards. Your legs automatically moved in response, only stopping when he tightened his hold.
Chan broke the kiss, allowing you to realize that you were at the foot of his bed now. He didn’t give you time to think more on it, reaching for the hem of your top. With a quick glance at your face, he waited for your nod before starting to work the garment up and off. There was a bit of fumbling towards the end, thanks to the multiple straps, but he managed to divulge you of it.
The swear that left him at the sight of your bare breasts made your lips tilt and your ego stroked. You let him admire you for a little longer until the urge to see what was hiding under his shirt became too strong to delay.
Your hands reached for it, thankful that he lifted his arms up the second your fingers brushed the fabric. You removed it faster than your own top, eyes trained on every inch of skin that was revealed. Within no time, you were granted a full view of his exposed torso, jaw dropping at the sight.
“Oh shit…”
You had figured Chan was well-muscled, thanks to his exposed arms and the way he felt against your softer body, but this was insane.
A chiseled chest that rose and fell with heavy breaths. Rippling abs that tightened with each inhale. Just…straight-up muscle. How often did he go to the gym to be blessed with a body like this?
“Y/N.”
Chan’s amused voice cut into your foggy thoughts, making you blink in shock. Oops. Did you space out?
You heard a chuckle before a hand came up to carefully hold your chin, tipping your head back up, making sure your eyes were on his own and not his figure. Chan didn’t seem offended at all; if anything, the twinkle in his dark eyes expressed flattery.
“I don’t mind you staring, but I’d really like to get my hands on you now, babygirl.”
Oh. Well, you couldn’t say no to that at all.
You gave an eager nod, receiving one of his adorable giggles before his lips captured yours again. While you were occupied, you felt him begin to work on your pants, undoing them enough to be able to slide them down. The kiss broke once the waistband went over the curve of your ass, Chan crouching down to bring your bottoms down to your ankles.
Good thing you picked one of your best-looking (albeit somewhat uncomfortable) pairs of panties today; he was getting an eyeful at the moment.
“What the fuck, you’re so hot—”
If you weren’t careful, you were going to leave this place with a big head with the way he was throwing praise your way. Despite the way your cheeks were flaming, you played it cool, reaching down to tip Chan’s chin up now, directing his admiring gaze up to your face.
“You already got me in your room, no need to lay it on thick.”
Chan’s eyes creased in the corners as he grinned, another giggle escaping from his dimpled smile.
“Sorry. My mouth tends to beat my brain sometimes.”
How this man could go from confident to adorable in a split second was a mystery to you.
But you could try and solve it later; right now, you needed him back up here.
“It’s alright, baby—”
You motioned him to stand up, wrapping your arms around his taut waist before pressing your bare breasts against his torso.
“Never said I didn’t like compliments.”
Chan huffed in enjoyment, laying his hands on your hips.
“Good to know.”
A giggle escaped before he swooped down to cover your mouth with his own, making quick work of prying your lips apart with his tongue. You opened up with little resistance, but it widened when you felt a firm grip on your ass out of nowhere. The way Chan kneaded it had you melting into his touch, forgetting about any other part of your body that wasn’t squished against his right now.
Which was why you were surprised to find yourself falling backwards all of a sudden, body bouncing on top of his bed.
Chan chuckled at the bewilderment on your face before crawling on top of you, lust-filled eyes traveling over your sprawled figure.
“I almost didn’t approach you, y’know.”
The confession caught you off-guard, causing your brows to furrow.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
The man above you leaned in to begin pressing kisses over your jawline and neck, throwing in nips in between that made your breath hitch.
“I saw how you kept turning down all those poor bastards. Kept wondering if I should even bother taking a chance.”
A dig of Chan’s teeth into a hot spot right under your ear had you gasping, followed by a soft moan as he soothed the bite with his tongue.
“But you went ahead and did.”
A puff of air against your neck as he chuckled.
“Only after I had a drink.”
You matched his laugh, deciding to rest your idle hands on his back, savoring the expanse of muscle underneath.
“Nothing wrong with liquid courage. I’m glad you came over.”
Chan lifted his head after pressing his lips to your collarbone, eyes sparked with wonder.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
You felt a light tremble run through him when your nails dragged over his skin.
“You definitely proved yourself tonight. That was the most fun I’ve had in that club in ages.”
Thanks to the lamp, you could see the tips of Chan’s ears flushing, his cheeks lifting in bashfulness. To go from devouring your neck to flustering at your words in such a short span of time…what duality.
“Glad to hear it. Besides—”
Your hips jolted when you felt his own press down, the unmistakable feel of his erection making itself known.
“The fun’s only beginning, no?”
Shy Chan has officially left the building. Especially with the groan he gave when you rolled up into him.
“Yes, it is.”
Leaning up to grab more kisses, you were only granted the indulgence for a short while before he broke away. Motioning you to lay back again, he was quick to replace his mouth on your skin, traveling down until he reached your breasts. Chan gave attention to the sensitive area, alternating between feathery licks and thorough sucks.
You were eager to let him know how well he was doing with back arches and moans, nails still tracing patterns on his warm skin. Although the patterns were broken whenever a tug or scrape of his teeth occurred.
“Chan—”
A grunt vibrated against your nipple before he pulled off to rasp, “I’m trying to be patient here, baby, but you’re making it hard for me.”
You huffed and looked down to see an impatient expression aimed up at you.
“How do you think I feel? I was so close to doing you in that club.”
Chan’s eyes lidded at your reveal, tongue running over his swollen lips.
“Well, I could’ve fucked you in the middle of that dance floor.”
A shiver ran through your body. Just the thought of him possibly doing such a crude act had your pussy throbbing harder than before.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm. Anyone tried to stop me, I would’ve decked the cunt.”
Fuck, why did that sound so hot?
He didn’t allow you to think on it any longer as he continued to trail kisses down your body, skimming over your stomach until he reached the top of your panties. His hands were quick to come up and lay on both of your inner thighs, pushing them further apart to improve his view of what laid between them.
With the way he was staring, you would have thought he was trying to see through the damn underwear itself.
Just as you were about to interject with something witty, Chan chose to make a move and latch his lips where your clit was, ripping a gasp out of you.
“Ah!”
The sudden shock melted into tingles of pleasure as he began with light sucks, sometimes pausing to lap his tongue over the damp fabric instead.
“Fuck, Chan…”
“Like that, baby?”
You huffed, “No, it’s not enough.”
An inquisitive hum sounded from below, Chan’s mouth pausing its actions (much to your dismay).
“Is that so?”
This guy.
“You know so. Just take them off.”
All you received was a giggle and a shake of the head. “Not yet.”
You groaned his name in annoyance, making him laugh harder, teeth on full display.
“You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?”
To think you would get so flustered by him. It even made you giggle. “Thank you, but—”
You reached down and tapped his forehead.
“I’m starting to think you’re forcing yourself to do this.”
Chan gave you a look of mock offense.
“Of course not!”
“Uh huh. Sure.”
He rolled his eyes, hooking his finger under the elastic before letting it snap. “I’m serious, Y/N. This is me holding back right now.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah—”
Chan brushed his lips against your clothed center and husked, “I’d do anything to taste this pussy of yours.”
A shiver traveled through you at his words.
“Anything?”
He kissed you again. “Mhm.”
A certain thought bloomed in your mind from the conversation. You might be pushing it by saying it out loud, but fuck it.
“Would you even let me sit on your face?”
A groan vibrated against your core. “Fuck yes, I would.”
A smirk came over your swollen lips. Hearing the near desperate way he spoke had you going further, toying with the idea before deciding to take a chance. You were feeling very lucky tonight, as it is.
“Well then?”
Chan looked up at you in surprise. He stared until he realized you were serious, mirroring your grin.
“If you insist.”
He sat up and motioned you to move aside so he could sit back and prepare for what was to come. Waiting until Chan got comfortable, you kept your eyes locked on his as you slowly removed your sodden underwear. You almost giggled at how he broke the staring contest, fixated on the now exposed area. Tossing the garment off to who knows where, you poked one of his pecs to catch his attention, letting the laugh escape at the sheepish expression he donned.
He was quick to apologize before laying flat on his back, head just below the pillows. He then pointed to his face, a cheeky grin pasted on now.
“Take a seat.”
You were quick to scoot up and follow his invitation until a thought came through at the last second. Just as you were about to straddle Chan’s head, you turned your body before climbing on, facing towards his lower body instead.
“Oy, what are you doing?”
You hummed before giving his firm stomach a pat. “Enjoying the view.”
A laugh rang from behind as you felt his warm hands cup the top of your ass.
“Cheeky.”
He didn’t give you a moment to reply as he pushed your hips down, ripping a sound out of you as you sat on his tongue now. With slow precision, Chan began lapping at your slick skin, electricity running up your spine before blooming into spreading heat. It didn’t take long before you began moaning at the contact, back arching in enjoyment.
Guess kissing wasn’t the only thing he was good at.
Chan continued to lick at you, dipping into each crevice with varying pressure. Just when you were about to whine when he was too light, he’d increase the strength, throwing you for a loop. There were a few times where you’d nearly lose your balance, tightening your core muscles to prevent yourself from falling over. But after a while, you couldn’t take it anymore, abdominals screaming for mercy.
You had to brace yourself somehow. Scrambling for somewhere to hold onto, your eyes landed on the rippled expanse below you.
Ah. Perfect.
Just as you felt a harsh suck to your folds, your palms landed on Chan’s abs.
Damn.
Did this guy have rocks under his skin or what?
Just as your fingers began exploring every ridge on his waist, you felt something clamp around your throbbing clit before giving a pull.
“Fuck!”
If it wasn’t for his strong hands, you would have bucked down into his face. The temptation grew the more he continued.
Okay, you couldn’t just sit still (well, as still as you could be with his mouth working you over). You needed to suck his dick. Now.
Collecting yourself as much as possible, you put some more weight on your lower body so you could reach for Chan’s pants. Your fingers fumbled a bit, but you managed to get the button and his fly undone. Parting the fabric, you got a better view of the thick outline pressing against his black underwear, sliding your hand under the elastic band to get a feel of it. The second your fingertips went underneath, you felt the body under you give a jolt. Only when your hand wrapped around his cock did he relax.
Damn. Whatever you were holding, you had to see it for yourself.
You pulled Chan’s length out of his underwear, jaw dropping at its appearance.
Nice and thick, perfect for stretching your needy walls out when the time came. But for now…
You lowered your torso to rest on Chan’s, mouth immediately getting to work once his dick was in proximity. The second your tongue touched the velvety skin, vibrations hummed against your pussy. They only increased in frequency the more you incorporated the muscle. Eventually, you chose to take him fully in your mouth, pulling back in enough time to avoid choking as his hips jerked.
Wrapping your fist around the base, your head began bobbing in your own rhythm, hearing and feeling the muffled grunts and groans from behind. You missed Chan’s lips on your cunt when he pulled away at one point, but it was remedied by the praise he gave.
“That’s it, baby…oh shit—”
You smiled around his dick, deciding to throw in a few hums of your own, savoring the way he dug his fingers into the curve of your ass.
“So glad you came up with this—“
A jiggle of one of your cheeks pulled a muffled moan out of you.
“I get to have a great view and feel that mouth.”
So he was an ass man, huh?
Your observation was solidified when you gave it a little shake that rewarded you with a curse. In no time, Chan returned to giving your most intimate area attention again, sending waves of bliss coursing up your spine again.
Between you and him, the room filled up with lewd sounds and noises. Slowly a knot began to form in your guy, encouraging you to up your movements. You provided more suction, receiving a buck of the hips that caught you off-guard. A light gag emitted as his tip hit the top of your throat.
Chan was quick to pull off, speaking in a huskier voice than before, “Shit, sorry. You alright?”
You let him out of your mouth, his wet cock bouncing back down onto his lap.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
You didn’t even give him a chance to continue, leaning down to lick up the bead of precum on his flushed head. The moan he gave was absolutely worth it.
“What the fuck— Your mouth is too good.”
You laughed, pressing a kiss below his belly button.
“So I’ve heard.”
Another swear echoed from behind before you felt his hands pushing at your hips. Picking up what he was asking for, you swiftly climbed off, only to feel those same hands tugging at you again. Before you knew it, you ended up on your back with Chan perched over you, looking more fiery thanks to the dual act.
The blown-out pupils in his dark brown irises, combined with his sweat-covered brow, glistening mouth and chin made him look like a feral man, ready to devour every inch of you.
Good. So you were on equal grounds; you were ready to satiate his appetite too.
“You’re killin’ me, Y/N.”
A brow lifted. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Chan grunted before pressing his forehead onto yours, eyes zeroed in on your own.
“Is it?”
“Yeah, it is—”
Your pitch grew when you felt fingers skimming over your damp center, biting your lip when you felt one of them circle your clit.
“Hm, sure feels like it. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any wetter…”
A good portion of that was contributed to Chan working you up with his mouth. Hell, you could feel yourself pushing out a drop right now because of his touch.
“You must be feeling good about it—!”
Yet again, he caught you off-guard by prodding between your lower lips, teasing your twitching hole with his index finger.
“Damn right I am.”
He wouldn’t let you come up with another retort, applying pressure until the tip began sinking in, your breath hitching. The sudden intrusion gave way to a pleasant stretch as he pushed even further, up until you felt his knuckle brushing outside.
“Chan—”
Your lover merely hummed, starting to pump slowly as he continued to stare down at you.
“You feel like you’re ready for me, baby.”
Your hips bucked when he sped up for a moment before slowing down.
“I am.”
Chan’s teeth flashed, the impishness contrasting the actions of his hand.
“Nah, nevermind. You’re not ready.” 
Frustration began building inside as he continued teasing you, a huff escaping your swollen lips.
“You’re such an ass.”
One of your favorite giggles came out while he pressed his index finger against your entrance.
“Am I?”
Despite the mild burn from the stretch as he added the digit, your hand came up to swat one of his solid pecs.
“Yes! Working me up like this and then laughing—”
This man just loved to torture you, didn’t he? For he decided to go searching and quickly found that rough spot inside that made your back arch.
“Fuck!”
“I don’t know, sweetheart, you don’t sound very mad right now.”
You were about to swear at him again, but he gave a few solid presses that made a lewd sound emit, making your face burn and your hips jerk.
“Godammit Chan—!”
Chan continued to play dumb, peering down at you with a look of mock concern.
“What’s wrong? My fingers not enough for you, babygirl?”
“N-No— I need more!”
Hums and tilts his head, still thrusting his fingers.
“You sure?”
That’s it.
“Chan, you son of a bitch, if you don’t fuck me right now—”
One of his trademark giggles escaped at your attitude.
“Alright, alright, I hear ya.”
Pulling his fingers out with a squelch, you sighed in relief when he went to grab a condom from his nightstand.
“Thank you, baby.”
Chan gave a chuckle as he prepared himself, quick to climb back on once he was fully sheathed. Just as you figured he would get straight to business, he surprised you by stealing a kiss from you. One kiss long enough to distract you until you felt him poking your folds. With that, you couldn’t wait any longer.
Pulling your lips away a bit, you husked against his own, “Come on.”
For once, your lover didn’t have a quip, choosing to give you what you so desired. Either that or he was hiding his own needs well, for Chan began guiding himself inside, pulling an audible moan out of you. Okay, maybe having his fingers beforehand was a good thing; the stretch he was giving you was something else.
“Shit, Chan—“
He seemed to be affected by the way your walls practically swallowed his dick, a knit between sweat-covered brows and his teeth bared as he ground out, “This pussy is so fuckin’ tight— Worth the wait.”
A grunt came out as you involuntarily clamped down at the words, forcing his hips to pause on his trek. But as soon as you loosened, Chan continued to push forward until he bottomed out, leaving you full and yearning for more.
Thankfully, you two seemed to be on the same wavelength now, for he didn’t hesitate on starting up a rhythm, slow but steady.
You were quickly affected by the friction, wrapping your legs around his hard and built waist to keep him as close to you as possible. Soft pants escalated into thorough moans, the sparks deep in your gut beginning to light a fire that spread to every end of your body.
“Mm, that’s it…”
Chan chuckled at your encouragement, running a tongue over his reddened lips as he gazed down at you.
“Just what you wanted, eh?”
Yes. This was just what you wanted.
To have him moving inside of you, rolling those hips just like he was doing on the dancefloor. Every inch of his cock stroked all of your sweet spots and his pelvis grinded against your pulsating clit, leaving you an absolute mess underneath his muscled body. It didn’t help when he began whispering all sorts of praise and filth into your ear.
Eventually, you found your body craving more and dug your nails into the tight muscles on his back.
“Chan—”
“Mm?”
It took a little longer than expected to respond, but you managed.
“Fuck me harder, please—”
Did you mean to sound that whiny? Not at all.
But it seemed to be worth it as Chan’s demeanor changed a bit, some of the humor leaving his expression. From the way you felt him twitch inside, your begging hit a nerve.
A nerve that had him nodding before starting to practically pound into you. You didn’t know what to classify the sound that left your mouth as, but it was loud and it was sharp.
This man’s hips were too powerful. Every thrust inched you further up the bed, to the point where you had to plant your hands on the headboard for support. The last thing you wanted was a concussion.
Well, this was what you asked for and he was gladly giving it to you.
Chan himself was pleased with the change of pace, judging by the more frequent moans and groans leaving him.
“Goddamn, Y/N—”
Fuck, he sounded so good like this. Like a man unleashing secret desires after hiding them for so long. Maybe you should’ve encouraged him to go all out sooner.
His sense of rhythm was also strong in the bedroom, it seems. The way your skin clapped against his added to the pleasant melody that was both of your cries and words jumbling together in the musky room.
Among all of the carnal noises the both of you were releasing, you could have sworn you heard three thumps in succession. Almost like someone was banging on the wall.
Eh, probably your imagination.
Out of nowhere, Chan stilled his hips before beginning to slip out of you. An indignant cry left your swollen lips at the withdrawal, propping yourself up on your elbows to scowl up at your lover.
“What the fuck?!”
You weren’t surprised to see his mouth curl at your response. This guy and being amused by your anger was a combo that you were about to tire of.
Chan reached a hand out to give your hip a pat before scooting back a bit, husking out, “Turn that ass over, babygirl—”
Oh. That’s why.
His request made your brief irritation disappear in a second and you were swift in complying, forcing your body to react and reposition itself on hands and knees. You felt a palm rub over one of your ass cheeks before giving it a light grope, unable to hold back from doing a little wiggle in response. A groan sounded from behind, followed by the blunt head of Chan’s cock pressing against your entrance before sliding back in.
This position had you clutching the sheets, thanks to how his length stroked areas that he couldn’t reach before. Surely if he rolled his hips again, he’d render your limbs useless due to pleasure.
You didn’t have to wonder much longer as Chan continued his pace with little hesitation. The movement ripped a yelp out of you as you now found yourself supporting your weight on your torso, arms losing stability.
“Ch-Chan!”
You heard a laugh lingering with cockiness from behind before he said something else that tickled you.
“Okay, those pants weren’t doing your ass enough justice.”
The compliment made your lips twitch, the boost to your confidence making you give a solid push back.
“Oh yeah?”
Chan was quick to give a solid thrust, nearly knocking you off your knees.
“Fuck yeah.”
You were ready to give another reply until he continued with the solid thrusts; clearly, there was no more room for conversation. The two of you kept at it, the claps of your skin mixing with every little filth and praise spilling out of you and Chan’s mouths. You enjoyed each moment of it until you started feeling a coil building deep in your stomach, forcing you to get louder in your cries.
It must have tipped Chan off as you felt him lean over your drenched back to whisper in your ear, “You gonna come for me, babygirl?”
“Yes, yes!”
A curse left him before you felt him pull out yet again, but he didn’t give you a chance to cuss him out as he flipped you onto your back and guided his cock back in with little patience. He proceeded with pounding the shit out of you again, the flush in his cheeks doing little to tone down the wolfishness of his smirk.
“Good, wanna feel this sweet cunt squeezing me—“
Ugh. The absolute nerve of this man to give you that blinding grin while he was all up in your guts. And then to speak like that?
You weren’t given much more time to be irate before that pang in your gut increased, thanks to Chan returning to rolling his hips like before. Your poor clit received every ounce of stimulation, pushing you closer and closer to that edge. Needing to hold onto something for stability, you were about to grab for his shoulders before remembering Felix’s little hint from earlier.
Shooting your lover a smirk, you savored the curious look on his face before it was wiped off, thanks to the nails that dug into the back of his neck. You could feel whatever parts of him pressed against you stiffen for a moment, paired with the hitching of his breath.
“So it is true.”
Chan didn’t seem to be as amused as you were, brows furrowing at your teasing. He wouldn’t let you scratch his neck again, reaching behind for your wrists before pinning them down to the bed. The move made you gasp, being left at his mercy now.
“It is. Now be good and let me keep fucking you.”
You didn’t fight against his command one bit. As a reward, the tension in your belly expanded until you couldn’t take it anymore. After a particularly thorough hip roll, the rubber band snapped, forcing a sharp cry to escape your agape mouth filling the room.
Your legs shook next to his still-moving hips, pussy squeezing him on and off with no signs of stopping. After a moment, Chan paused, allowing you to ride out the harsh waves with ease. You could barely notice him watching you fall apart, only focusing when he said something that caught your attention.
“Shit, ‘m gonna come, baby—“
Wanting to make that a reality, you tugged one of your wrists free with some force before landing a hand on the back of his sweat-soaked neck again. He didn’t have a chance to scold you, mouth letting out an unmistakably shaky groan at the sensation of your nails running over the skin. Just a few more passes granted you with the lovely sound and sight of Chan reaching his limit as well.
You felt his cock pulsating between your still contracting walls as he spilled into the condom, hips pressed firmly against yours. Watching your lover’s face knit in sheer gratification was worth all the teasing you endured over the last couple of hours.
Once he was through his orgasm, Chan relaxed his lower half on top of yours, taking care to keep the upper half hovering above. You showed your appreciation with a pat of his back. As nice as his ripped body felt against you, the crushing weight wouldn’t have been ideal at the moment.
“Damn…”
His weak exhale brought a feeble giggle out of you.
“You alright, baby?”
Chan huffed, bringing a hand up to brush a rolling bead of sweat off your brow.
“Should be asking you that, sweetheart.”
You shrugged, hoping your knees would quit shaking soon.
“Still kicking and breathing.”
“Hmm.”
Now that your heart-rate was beginning to return to normal, you were growing aware of just how intense the session had gotten. Every inch of your skin was covered in sweat and the muscles in the lower part of your body were about to start screaming for mercy. And between your legs where Chan was still deeply nestled…
“Chan.”
“Mm?”
You tipped your head back, peering at a familiar package sitting on one of the headboard shelves.
“Mind passing one of those wipes?”
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When your eyes opened, two questions went through your mind.
Where were you and what time was it?
In the dimly-lit room, you could tell that it wasn’t the decor you were familiar with. You also didn’t see your alarm clock on your nightstand to inform you of the current time. But after a minute, the fog in your brain began to clear and everything started to come back to you.
The thick arm laying on your waist also helped.
Turning your head, your mouth curled at the sleeping figure next to you. Chan was still dead to the world, plush mouth parted as he snored softly. You had to hold back a giggle at the trail of drool running out. At least it didn’t happen while he was on top.
Fighting the urge to grab a wipe and clean him up, you focused on sneaking out from his hold without waking him up. You managed to lay his arm back down carefully, Chan not even budging a mite. You started looking for your clothes, specifically your pants first. The garment laid at the foot of the bed still and you picked them up, reaching in the back pocket for your phone.
You clicked on the home screen .
8:53 AM.
Whoops. You definitely didn’t mean to stay that long.
Time to go.
You glanced back at Chan. You didn’t want to go without saying goodbye, after the night he gave you, but you weren’t sure if he’d appreciate the interruption to his sleep. Biting your lip, you mulled over it as you quietly redressed.
Once you got your top situated, you made your way to the door, hand resting on the knob as you peeked at him once again.
Should you really leave like this? He did make an impression on you, outside of the bedroom. You weren’t necessarily looking for a relationship with the guy, but you didn’t want this to be the last time you’d see him. Relying on the odds that you’d see him at the club again was risky, too.
Maybe you could find something to write on out there…
Giving Chan’s sleeping form a grateful smile, you carefully opened the door before stepping out into the hallway. Just as you shut it, you heard one opening further down. You looked up to see his roommate appearing, wrapped tight in a cozy blanket. It took him a few seconds to realize you were there, but he was quick to give you a sleepy wave.
“Morning.”
The yawn that followed his greeting made you chuckle, returning his wave.
“Good morning. Slept well?”
Felix shrugged, dark eyes bleary. “Well enough.” Said eyes looked you over before a brow raised. “Sneaking out?”
“Yeah, I think I overstayed my welcome.”
The blond hummed, slipping a hand out of his throw to fix his bedhead. “Understandable. Well, feel free to leave whenever you want, I’m going to go get a brownie to start my day off.”
Before you could make your exit, Felix regarded you for a second before tilting his head.
“Would you like one?”
You blinked, both in surprise and at the fact that this guy was eating a dessert for breakfast. Then again, free food.
“Oh? Um…sure?”
Felix chuckled, a grin forming.
“Don’t be shy, I can always make more. Come on.”
He gestured you to follow him, heading down the hall and towards the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a container of brownies on one of the counters. Your eyes bugged when Felix opened it, showing that it was filled to the brim. No wonder he said to not hold back.
You took two while he picked up three, grabbing some paper towels nearby to lay them on before standing by the island. Once you bit into the pastry, you realized that you were hungrier than you thought. That, and these brownies were fucking delicious.
You were quick to let Felix know, receiving an appreciative smile. Even though you had planned to head on home, you found yourself making small talk with him.
But then he threw out a statement that caught you off guard.
“You guys were pretty loud.”
A crumb almost lodged itself in your throat, cheeks flooding with heat.
“Ah…surprised you didn’t say anything.”
Felix lifted his slender shoulders, not really looking that bothered. “Well, I did bang on the wall a bit, but it didn’t do shit. Just put my headphones on and ended up falling asleep to a movie.”
Damn, were you and Chan that disruptive? Looks like that banging you heard wasn’t in your head, at all.
“Sorry, Felix.”
“Eh, no worries. Better that than him coming home alone and complaining to me how he couldn’t pick a girl up. Although, I do have to congratulate you—”
Felix grinned, eyes scrunching in mischief.
“Sounds like you found that spot on his neck.”
Good thing you swallowed your bite as you burst into laughter at his compliment.
“I should be thanking you for the hint! It definitely made him weak.”
“It always does! Did he drool on you?”
“Nope.”
The blond gave a thumbs up while biting into another brownie. As soon as he finished his bite, he regarded you with caution before leaning in. He motioned you to do the same, your curiosity increasing as you followed his gesture.
“You know—”
The way he whispered made it sound like he was about to tell you something scandalous.
“If he was shit in bed, you can tell me. I won’t say a word. It’s 2023 and I feel like girls need to stop faking it and just be blunt with these lazy cunts.”
You didn’t think you could laugh louder than before, but Felix proved you wrong. After it died down into giggles, you straightened up, wiping a tear from your eye.
“Thank you for the reassurance, but trust me, it was all real.”
Felix sat up and pouted. “Damn, was hoping I’d have something to hold against him.” He sighed, ”If you say so.”
“Sorry buddy, you’re not gonna get it from me today.”
He nodded, all seeming well as his pretty lips curled in humor. The break in conversation reminded you to check the time, exclaiming in surprise.
“Damn, I really should go.” You finished up your ‘breakfast’, brushing your hands clean. “Thanks again for the brownies, Felix.”
“No problem, Y/N. You want any for the road?”
Your eyes narrowed playfully.
“I feel like you’re trying to thicken me up.”
Felix smirked. “Well, someone has to play host while Chris is asleep. You ate those two pretty fast, so…”
There was no way he’d let you leave without one, was there? A sigh left you.
“Fine, if you’re offering.”
The pleased blond was quick to wrap up a few for you, leaving you waiting for a minute. Suddenly, a thought hit you. You didn’t have a way to keep in contact with Chan.
There was no way you could part ways with that wonderful man and be able to sleep peacefully.
“Hey Felix.”
“Hm?”
You grabbed a napkin and a nearby pen, jotting down the numbers from memory. Once Felix walked back over, you handed him the note.
“Mind giving this to Chan for me?”
He took it and looked it over, brows raising in intrigue before he nodded at you.
“Sure.”
You smiled and expressed your gratitude, taking the brownies before Felix led you out to the front door. With a wave and a ‘have a good day’, you headed down the hallway, a sway in your somewhat sore hips.
Who knew that last night would go the way it did? You just might have met your match. Someone who could keep up with your moves and handle you in the bedroom.
If Chan wanted to see more of what you could do, he better take your gift and use it wisely.
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Chan couldn’t tell what time it was when he awoke, thanks to those new blinds he bought. All he knew was that there was someone else in his room. And judging by the familiar clacking of a keyboard, he knew exactly who it was.
Prying his bleary eyes open, he stretched, groaning quietly at the way his muscles protested at the action. He sat up in bed, automatically wiping off the semi-dried drool on his chin. The motion must have alerted the other person as they turned their head to look at him.
“Morning, bro.”
Chan grumbled at the chipper greeting as he rubbed his eyes.
“Felix, the fuck are you doing in my room?”
“Picking up where I was so rudely interrupted last night.”
Not having the energy to fire back a quip, the older roommate rolled his eyes. But then he realized something. There should have been a third occupant in the bedroom…
He looked next to where he was laying, frowning when he saw nothing but rumpled sheets, rather than an equally nude body.
“Where is she?”
“Went home, mate.”
Felix’s flippant response made Chan swear under his breath. Fuck, he meant to get your number or something before you left. He figured that the two of you were on the same wavelength after last night’s events and honestly, he didn’t want this to be a one and done. Did you get tired of waiting for him to wake up or…
He fixed a glare at the back of Felix’s head. “Did you scare her away?”
All he heard was the sip of a drink before his roommate answered.
“Nope.”
The flippant response made Chan hop out of bed, storming over to spin the chair around hard, gripping the blond’s shoulders with force.
“Felix, you little cunt, if I find out that you kicked her out just so you could play fucking Fortnite, I’m beating your ass.”
He was clearly unbothered, removing Chan’s hands from his person with laziness.
“Chill, man. I ran into her in the hall just as she was leaving. I had to play host since you were clearly doing a bad job at it.”
Chan raised a brow, his irritation cooling a bit. “Really?”
“Yup, offered her some of my brownies too. Sure did love them, even took a few to go.”
Huh. Well, at least Felix didn’t shoo you away, but it still didn’t assuage his worries. He’d just have to hope that he would see you at the club again. This time, he wouldn’t let you get away without an exchange of contact information.
Chan was ready to back off until he noticed the younger’s mouth twisting into a feline grin.
“At least one of us gave her something to remember this place by.”
Never mind. The anger came back in full force.
“You fucking—!”
He made a grab for Felix, but he slipped out from underneath him and ran out into the hallway. Not caring that he was still in his birthday suit, he chased him until he was cornered. The older man was ready to maim, slowly approaching until the other held his hands up in surrender.
“Wait wait wait, Chris! Before you murder me, I’ve got something for you.”
Chan was about ready to lunge when Felix spoke up. Shooting a look that emitted ‘you’ve got one chance’, he paused as he watched the other reach into the pocket of his pajama pants. He slipped something white and thin out before holding it towards him. Taking it with a scowl, the dark-haired man read over the writing on what he realized was a napkin. Each letter and number made his face mold into one of pure shock.
For it was your name and number written down, complete with a cute heart at the end.
“This is…”
Felix held his hands out to the side, looking a lot more smug now. “You’re welcome, mate. Pretty sure my baking changed her mind, but who knows? You might’ve put in some work last night, too.”
Chan shook his head, smiling a little bit now.
“Dickhead. Thanks for this.”
His roommate nodded before folding his arms and raising his brows. “Now can I please get back to my game?”
The brunette waved his hand as he began turning around, still gazing at your neat handwriting.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go on, I’ve gotta go shower anyways.”
“Yeah, go do that, bro—”
Felix began walking past his enamored friend. “You smell like sweat and smegma.”
Chan didn’t miss the opportunity to smack him on the back of the head, smirking at the cry of pain he let out. He headed off to the bathroom, checking to make sure the counter was dry before setting the napkin down.
He still couldn’t believe it; you actually left your number!
Just when he thought he’d have to rely on a chance encounter, Felix came through with a beacon of hope. Maybe he’d treat the little shit to dinner tonight; he had been airing his grievances on how it’s been ages since they’ve had Thai food. But first, Chan had something very important to do after his shower.
He had to update his contacts and try his best not to text you too soon.
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I honestly wish that the fandom talked more about the fact that Moonwatcher was PHYSICALLY NEGLECTED throughout her childhood.
Her mother, Secretkeeper, didn’t and/or wasn’t able to provide Moon with the proper amount of supervision and maybe even food Moon, while her daughter was living a potentially dangerous environment.
Secretkeeper left her daughter in alone in the rainforest for DAYS on end at a time since the night Moon HATCHED, with the only time she was able to be with Moon was for a few HOURS on the days she was able to be with her. That means that Moon, since the day she was literally BORN, was left for literal DAYS on end without the physical supervision of her own mother.
She was left alone for so long, in fact, that she literally had to LEARN how to HUNT for her own food HERSELF as a young dragonet, to the point that she became very good at it. Moonwatcher is 4 when she mentions this to Qibli, so there’s a good possible chance that due to her living situation, she had to hunt her own food when she was around ONE-THREE years old, around the same age that Anemone, or even MINK and DUSKY are right now!!!
And what really bothers me about this is the fact that Moonwatcher had to hunt for food and was left alone for the majority of her within the Rainforest - which is a potentially DANGEROUS environment to live in.
Like…think about it. The rainforest that the Rainwings live in is filled with POISONOUS frogs, that can make dragon unconscious, have hallucinations, and possibly even KILL you. There’s that also lots of hungry predators that could harm or even kill Moon, like Jaguars and Anacondas. And the rainforest also has dangerous parts within its environment, like quicksands, which are portrayed to be VERY dangerous in movie and/or book media, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re dangerous in wings of fire too, at least for a young dragonet who isn’t even a teenager yet. The rainforest has so very hazards, in fact, that there’s canonically a literal SCROLL written about the dangers of the rainforest within this series.
So imagine, a young 1-3 year old dragonet, being in risk of DYING from touching a poisonous frog or being eaten be a Anaconda while hunting for an animal or gathering fruit within the trees. Or Moon attempting to hunt her prey on the ground, in risk of her getting SCARRED or even EATEN by a Jaguar.
Moon has been left within the rainforest for so long to point that she had to search for food in a risky or even dangerous environment when she was the age of a literal CHILD.
So the fact that people don’t talk about, mention, or even possibly know about how bad Moon’s childhood probably was within the rainforest it is…quite sad and even a bit upsetting, honestly.
Of course, I do know that Secretkeeper didn’t have much of a choice of doing this to Moon, or at least knew it would be MUCH better if Moon lived in the rainforest alone, than living within the literal volcano instead.
Especially since leaving Moon to live within the rainforest is a much, MUCH better option than her living in a literal VOLCANO, an insufferable place where dragons gained severe asthma from, being forced to only eat only ONCE per week, with the only available food to eat being ROTTING prey that was alone for DAYS on end, and within the environment that is much more negative and controlling that living alone in the rainforest.
There’s also a good percentage of her that Secretkeeper did NOT even know about the dangers of the rainforest, due to the fact the Nightwing volcano is probably the ONLY place she ever lived or even knew about.
I’m also aware that Secretkeeper also didn’t visit Moon as much as she should within the rainforest because if she did so, there’s a good chance that Moon would be found and be FORCED to live within the volcano, and suffer living within the volcano along with the rest of the Nightwings.
HOWEVER, while this is true, it does NOT stop the fact that while Moon’s living situation within the rainforest is much better than what all the Nightwings had, it does NOT make her living situation - being physically NEGLECTED in a DANGEROUS environment - be ANY LESS bad as it is for Moon to go through.
It does NOT stop the fact that living within the rainforest ALONE for her ENTIRE LIFE until book 6 NEGATIVELY AFFECTED Moon, and that she was, indeed, was PHYSICALLY NEGLECTED since the day she was literally BORN, regardless of the context or reason to why this neglect happened and/or occurred. AND that fact that child neglect is a literally known to be a form of CHILD ABUSE, regardless if Moon’s mother wasn’t able to properly be there for Moon, or even possibly not having a choice on whether or not to NOT neglect Moon in this way.
And the saddest thing about this, is that there’s a possible chance that Tui did NOT fully realize that Moon, her very own character, living situation was as bad it was, since she didn’t explore Moon’s childhood trauma of living alone in the rainforest and how it currently affected her as much as other character’s - like Winter, Peril, Qibli, etc.,
Or at least not as much as how Secretkeeper telling and/or even possibly pressuring Moon to hide her powers or else other dragons would hate her for them, and Secretkeeper caring more about what dragons think about Moon without even considering or thinking about what Moon thinks about the other dragons she’s around.
I’m sorry that this confession is very, VERY long. I’m also very sorry if I had overreacted, overanalyzed, or overthought about any information within this confession.
I pretty much made this because I feel like people don’t at least mention that Moon’s childhood within the rainforest isn’t as great as some people might think, and/or not at least mentioned that Moon was unfortunately physically neglected - and maybe even mention that she was neglected within a potentially dangerous environment - regardless on whether or not Secretkeeper had a choice on doing so, or even if it possibly doesn’t count on whether or not Secretkeeper is actually a good mother to Moon or not, so I decided to make a this rant.
Thank you for everyone who went out of their day or night to read this confession and/or rant, and I hope you have a good day today :)
Anon asked me to include some images. They also noted that they have not read A Guide to the Dragon World yet.
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lou-struck · 3 months
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Pancakes for Dinner
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Izuku Midoriya x reader
~ For some people, moving about the kitchen is effortless. You are not dating one of those people, but you appreciate Izuku’s efforts.
Wc:1.1k
a/n: I wrote this for pancake day but ended up having other things to do.
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You think these cold, late winter days are starting to last just a bit longer. 
The evening drive home from work that usually has you chasing the sunset is now much brighter, and as your vehicle pulls into your driveway, the sky is just beginning to darken with rich shades of purple, pink, and orange.
Taking a deep breath in, you inhale the savory scent of someone using their grill the smokiness makes your stomach rumble as it yearns for a home-cooked meal. Between Izuku's hectic patrol schedule and your unorthodox work schedule, you cannot remember the last time you took the time to make a nice meal.
You hunger for something made with love and not just convenience.
But have not the energy to make it happen.
Tiredly, you reach your front door. You are about to put your key in the lock, but then you notice that it has already been unlocked. 
Tiredly, your lips form a small, fond smile when you realize that Izuku had gotten home before you. Maybe the two of you could order food and finally catch up on that show you've been meaning to watch.
"I'm home."
The front door closes behind you as your call remains unanswered. There is a doughy smell in the air, and the clanging of pots and utensils can be heard down the narrow hallway where your kitchen is located.
"Zuku?" you call again, following the noise with light steps, your socks pressing into the fluffy carpet. Your boyfriend's unmistakable sign reaches your ears just as you peer through the fluorescent-lit doorway. 
To say the kitchen is a disaster is an understatement. A creamy batter is splattered all over the countertops, and the cabinets and mixing bowls are piled high in the sink. But in the middle of the disaster, Izuku stands determinedly, his strong shoulders hunched over the stovetop poking at a skillet with a rubber spatula in complete concentration mode. The flames coming from the burner are ridiculously high as they lick the side of the pan.
The Sugarman apron you got him for Christmas secured snugly around his trim waist, tied with a lopsided bow. You wait to get his attention until he is a bit farther away from the dangerously high flames. Next to the stove, there is a plate piled high with crumbly bits of what you assume to be his attempts at making crepes. Some pieces are golden brown and paper-thin, while others are slightly thicker.
His phone is propped up against the ceramic flour jar, and when you see what covers the screen, your heart overflows with affection. It's the crepe video you sent him earlier while scrolling on your lunch break. You thought the recipe looked amazing and wanted to save it for later. 
But Izuku Midoriya, aka Mr. Acts of Service Is My Love Language, must've thought that you were craving them tonight.
"Izuku?" you call again. You voice much louder when he is out of arm's reach of the stove. You don't need to see his face to know that he is disappointed in how his crepes turned out as the one falls apart onto the plate. 
This time, the green-haired man turns with a bit of a jump in your direction. A bit of an embarrassed flush on his freckled cheeks as he runs his hand through his hair. 
"Y/n!" he smiles, glancing down at the mess. "You're home early today."
You walk in and lean in for a kiss. "Nope, right on time today." you hum playfully as he leans in for the kiss. Subtly, you reach behind him and turn the stove off, the flames dying quickly as you deny them of their fuel. Without the potential fire hazard, you shut your eyes and give his lips the full attention they deserve.
"Sorry about the mess," he murmurs against your lips. "I promise I'll clean it up when I am done.
You nod thoughtfully, knowing that he will. Izuku may be a bit clumsy when it comes to cooking, but he would never destroy the kitchen and leave you to pick up the pieces. "What are you up to here?" you tease, wetting your thumb with your tongue and wiping a bit of pancake batter that has somehow splattered onto his forehead.
"I- uhh." the tips of his ears turn pink as he looks sheepishly at the splatter marks on the cabinets. "I saw that video you sent me and wanted to surprise you by making some for you when you got home. I followed every step of the recipe, but making them was a lot harder than I thought it would be. As for the batter, I was a bit too strong when I was stirring everything together and it kinda went...everywhere."
You notice the way he awkwardly scans the room. But when he notices the plate from what he considers failed attempts out on the counter, he steps subtly to the side, trying to shield it with his body. But in truth, they may not look like the ones in the video, but they still look edible. 
"They really don't look bad," you say honestly. "This was your first time making them, so of course they wouldn't turn out perfect. 
"They are just broken little pieces," he mumbles more to himself than to you. His hand cupping his chin as he gets lost in his reflections. "Maybe I should've used a different pan or used oil instead of butter. The recipe only called for flour, but since they are breaking apart, I should've accounted for some sort of binding agent like yeast. Do they even use yeast in pancakes? I really tried to make them according to the recipe, but no matter what I did, they just kept tearing apart."
As he murmurs to himself, you reach over and pinch off a piece of one of the crepes to try. It tastes nice. The pieces are fully cooked, and the taste isn't too sweet at all. Overall, it's a solid first attempt. They were made with love, and that's all that matters.
"A-are they bad?" he asks, his eyes inspecting your face carefully as he waits to see your reaction. 
Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on his cheek, a simple act of reassurance that never fails to make your heart flutter. "Don't worry, they're perfect."
~
A bit later, the two of you find yourselves curled up on the couch, finally catching up on your show. In your laps are two bowls filled to the brim with scraps of crepes and toppings as you eat them with spoons.
Enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of breakfast for dinner.
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bottlehawk · 1 year
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who smokes the biggest, fattest, nastiest blunts in homestuck?
john: he is from the suburbs. if earth b wasn't destroyed he would've smoked not only weed, but would've probably done shrooms as well. maybe even crack
rose: has definitely done weed but is now staying sober. not just to help with her alcoholism, but also because she gets extremely paranoid when she does and starts lighting candles everywhere to get rid of the smell and it's a literal fire hazard.
dave: talks the most shit but gets nervous and clammy when he's first handed a bong and it slips out of his shaking, sweaty hands and shatters into pieces all over the floor and no one offers him weed ever again
jane: doesn't touch the stuff because she "doesn't have the time for it" but the one time she decides to take a hit it has no effect on her at all and she gets extremely frustrated and takes a couple more, lies down, and then immediately enters the deepest, longest sleep of her life to the point that everyone else around her gets very concerned
jake: says he's never really been into drugs until someone informs him that the mushrooms he dug up behind meemaw's garden shed as a kid and ate to see funny movies in his head were, in fact, a form of drug
roxy: has actually never done weed and the one time she was given a bong has also dropped it with her sweaty gamer hands and had it shatter all over the floor
dirk: knows that weed could potentially help calm him down, let go of his hyper-vigilance, give relief from his constant self-inflicted anxiety, and help him achieve a state of inner peace. which is why he stays stone cold sober
all the trolls: they literally sleep in cbd slime
jade: snoop dogg
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Personal Heater
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Summary: Spencer has no heat in his apartment, but that doesn’t stop Reader from spending the night.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: fluff
Word count: 858
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You are so stubborn. Stubborn to the point that Spencer finally caved and let you spend the night at his place, despite constantly telling you the heat is out. It took two weeks and several weather reports including wind mileage and humidity percentages, but you broke him. Now you’re in his bathroom, spitting your toothpaste and mouthwash concoction into his rickety sink. And it was your sharp, minty inhale that put the stamp of regret on the night.
Out of all potential points of convincing you to wait, he failed to mention that he lived in a building originally constructed in the early 1900s; when insulation wasn’t even a thought.
Your feet are freezing under the tile, and you’re convinced if you put enough force behind it, you can land in Spencer’s bed with one jump. Moving as minimally as possible sounds ideal because your legs feel as mobile as frozen pipes. But a screw-up will lead to you hitting the floor in the darkness, alerting your boyfriend in the living room, and — worst of all — you’ll have to admit he was right.
So instead, you lumber out of the bathroom, sliding your feet across the floor to navigate any potential hazards. The floor creaks with your weight. Once in the clear, you, quite literally, hop into bed. Spencer was still focused on some work at his desk, but he promised he wouldn’t be long since he was already in his robe. You took advantage of the time to gather the comforter and the extra blanket he’s been using. Then you grab some others folded neatly on a nearby chair (that you may or may not have fished out of his closet) and let them all fall on top of you. The warmth creeps in if you stay still and prevent drafts, but your feet instinctively rub together like they were sticks and you needed a fire. It’s the only movement you allow as you try to zone out enough to fall asleep, apart from the occasional kick to yourself for not being patient.
The benefit of being in an old building is that doors creak too. So Spencer coming in to call it a night is not subtle at all. He turns on the lamp on his side, and it’s the first time you’ve dreaded hearing him chuckle. “Well, well, well,” his tone is infuriating, “I see you found the extra blankets.”
You keep your eyes closed and hope for the best.
“I heard the floors creaking three minutes and 42 seconds ago, hun. You’re going to have to do better than that.”
Dammit. You use your bitterness to turn on your right side, making sure to keep your body encased under the small mound of various cozy materials.
Spencer’s robe is tied: boring, plaid, and brown. But it gives him a secure layer over his fun pajamas, the light blue ones with cloud patterns, also known as the ones you got him. His hair is adorably messy and his lips purse into an annoyingly cute smile. “Anything you want to say to me?”
“Yes, actually,” You prop yourself up on your elbow and look him in the eye as you ask “How the hell does someone who grew up in Vegas tolerate freezing temperatures indoors in early spring?”
“Well, robes help, but it’s also not freezing,” He corrects. “It’s 43.4 degrees outside, which means it’s…” He feels the air for reference because it matters to him. “About 58.2 degrees in here right now considering what floor we’re on and —”
“If I admit you were right, will you please come to bed?” You fall back onto your pillow and pat his, utterly defeated. 
He doesn’t hesitate to switch off the lamp. Spencer climbs in and nestles under the comforter. “No need, I already know.”
You wish you had a snappy response to that, but Spencer’s hands are already distracting you by navigating blindly under the comforter. You take the hint and push yourself closer to him. When your bodies meet, he pulls your leg up so you can be just a little closer. You wrap an arm around his shoulder and your fingers end just above the back of his neck. You play with the hair you can reach and he finally kisses you. It’s sweet and slow, with no urge to prove a point. “Your nose is so cold.” You tell him.
“So is yours.” He replies, rubbing them together. He kisses the bridge of yours.
“I’m warming up though.” Slowly but surely. You try to keep your icy toes away from his to avoid ruining the moment.
“Good. Me too.” The hand keeping your leg steady slid up your back, finding a comfortable place to rest. “Seriously though, do you think you’ll be able to sleep tonight?”
“Yes.” You nod for extra assurance.
“Okay,” He rubs your back. “Wake me up if you can’t.” He gives you another precious kiss.
You want to say you’ll be fine, but you don’t feel like risking being wrong twice in 24 hours. So you plant a kiss on his forehead, and that’s good enough for him.
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carionto · 7 months
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Another "oopsie"
The *sigh*... Death Kebab, did a test fire today.
A single tungsten-alloy round, twenty centimeters in diameter, three meters long, just over two thousand kilos, and accelerated by a 610 kilometer long rail cannon, powered by hundreds of their ridiculous true fusion reactor mini stars.
It is, by a factor of stupid, the most powerful gun, if you can even call it that, ever built. Actually, the most powerful single anything ever built. So far.
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Upon ejection, the rod was traveling at 0.842103C at what everyone thought was empty space for billions of light years. Except, the middle moon of this... thing... wasn't aligned perfectly, thus changing the inclination of the midsection by less than 0.002 degrees, which altered the exit trajectory by three one billionths of a degree.
In space, this Human attitude of "eh, close enough" they have for most of their things does not cut it when dealing with literal world ending devices. Which this miscalculation will in just over two hundred years.
Typical redirection and space hazard elimination methods simply can't handle this. It's projected that the projectile will potentially shoot through the planet or eject enough mass out the other side at still impressive velocities, triggering a sort of shotgun scatter effect in countless directions. Or just blow up the planet, we don't know. Simulations, no matter how advanced, can only tell us so much about something that has never happened before.
As members of the Coalition, Humanity has been officially tasked to prevent this senseless destruction under penalty of... we'll figure something out. Again, nobody ever thought someone could accidentally literally blow up a planet, we don't have protocols for this!
It doesn't help the Humans are not showing enough worry about this either. The first thing they did was hyper jump a junked freighter they loaded up with high density alloys and plating and explosives in front of the round. Fuck all that did except a giant explosion. Maybe slowed it down by a few hundred km/s, and potentially changed its course?
It is quite hard to track a thing going so fast when it's not within a star system. Nobody has managed to establish a monitoring network throughout all of empty space, some of our ancient civilizations tried - astronomical waste of time and resources, a logistical nightmare, bare cosmic radiation meant constant maintenance, zero use. Except now, for a thing Humans did.
Oh, their next plan is to shoot a smaller round AT the first one and obliterate them both. Sure? We guess it can't get wor-
They're gonna accidentally figure out a way to make this worse, aren't they?
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pinksiames · 22 days
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Post war!clegan but its housewife Gale and bread winner John
Gale who spends hours cleaning the house and baking constantly. He has a little stand he runs out in the lawn for kids to come up and get free treats while their playing outside, also having fresh lemonade made with it.
He feels the need to take care of the kids in their neighborhood because of how his dad was, making sure their house was safe for all of them
They both decorated the house but it was mostly gale, John has his man cave in the basement
Housewife Gale who leaves constant reminders around the house of John’s appointments coming up on sticky notes. “Dr app at 7am Monday! - love buck” “don’t forget your lunch in the fridge - love buck” “brief case is by the shoe rack. - love buck” he can’t help but fuss over his man.
Bread winner John who loves coming home to the smell of gales cookin, slipping his arms around his tapered waist from behind. John who has several framed photos of him and gale, always flashing his wedding band at work so EVERYONE knew he was taken.
He had a woman from accounting try and come up to him, being seductive, flashing her cleavage and saying she’d probably be a better lover than Gale. Without saying a word Bucky calls up the house phone, tells Gale what she said, hands the phone to her, and Gale absolutely RIPS into her.
Never had any problems with anyone else since
Gale some times during the week will go eat with John during his lunch, mostly to keep an eye out on any other potential accounting ladies
Everyone at the office refers to gale as the misses :)
John who makes sure to do everything in his power to keep Gale happy, even getting him pregnant (he’s got a bad breeding kink)(also raging simp)
Gale to John is what Morticia is to Gomez
Gale surprisingly likes being pregnant (he’s not ashamed to admit it’s because of how much John coddles him when he is)
Nothing can compare to The nightly massages John gives him, or when he’s standing behind Gale, he’ll lift up his bump to alleviate the pressure on his back
John goes into ultra protective mode when gales knocked up
He loves rubbing up on gales baby bump, talking to their baby, telling them no matter the gender he’s gonna teach them baseball
The sex they have when they’re trying is atrocious
Beds broken, sheets ripped apart, gale can’t hardly walk for a week, the amount of bite marks the both of them have
John takes his ass to pound TOWN
John who now also has more framed pictures of when the babies come, of Gale in the hospital holding their baby (he keeps a copy in his wallet), newborn pictures, his boss ends up having to come over to tell him he’s gotta stick to max 7 cause it’s a fire hazard having so many
Gale who goes and does mommy and me yoga just to get out of the house since he’s been cooped up for weeks
They are for sure PTA parents all the way through
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barilleon · 1 year
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The LICHES method of descriptive text
A while back a friend asked me to write up some pointers for how I write descriptive text. You know, for dungeons and such. I gave her the LICHES method, which I'm posting here now. The primary purpose of descriptive text is to clue players in to what they need to pay attention to. When you ask your players, "What do you do?" think of that as less of an open-ended question and more multiple choice. Your descriptive text gives your players the potential answers. (This is, of course, a broad statement. Players will always pull something out of left field.)
Good descriptive text includes any applicable lights, interactables, characters, hazards, egress, and senses—LICHES.
Light
Characters should know how much light they’re dealing with, and what the source is. Sconces, torches, moonlight coming in from a window? Sunlight filtering in from the forest canopy?
Interactables
If there’s something in this room the characters are meant to look at or touch, put it in. If you want them searching in the desks, tell them there are desks. The opposite is ALSO true. If you put something notable in your description, players are going to expect to get something out of interacting with or studying it.
Characters
If there are people in this room, what are they doing? It's very helpful to give DMs a look at the "moment before" for any NPCs in your description. What were they up to before the characters interrupt their lives? This goes for monsters, too, if they’re readily visible.
Hazards
This one should probably come earlier on the list. Like if something's on fire, you either mention it FIRST or LAST. But lesser-noticeable hazards, like "patched-up holes" or "slits in the wall" can be mentioned casually, without drawing a gigantic verbal arrow to it.
Egress
Some people might disagree with me on this, but it’s very helpful to be told that there are doors, even if they’re already on the map. Some tables don't run maps, and sometimes your VTT's fog of war tool obscures what is and isn't a point of egress on your map.
Senses
A lot of LICHE is based on what the characters can see, but you can play with the other senses as well. Characters can smell “a foul odor wafting from the pile of corpses,” hear “the lazy whistling of a popular folk song,” or maybe even taste “the salt on the wind at the docks.”
Putting it all together you might get:
Fire crackles in the hearth, casting long shadows on the papered wall and the sturdy oak desk pushed against it. An orange tabby yawns and stretches out on the plush armchair, revealing for an instant her sharp claws. Two doors lead out of the room: the western door that leads further into the house, and the eastern door that opens into the porch.
L: Fire I: Oak Desk C: Cat H: The cat's claws (watch out) E: Door into the house, Door out to the porch S: The crackle of the fire, the plushness of the chair
Don't worry about making this stuff sound poetic. You just need to give the players a list of things they can interact with or react to. Role playing gets compared to improv a lot, and there are a lot of similarities! Think of an effective description as the thing your players say "yes, and" to. And you don't have to include every letter in LICHES if you don't want to, or if they don't apply. Sometimes a room is empty. There may be no hazards. But this rule of thumb has really helped me write up some descriptions for both published adventures and home games.
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jessiarts · 1 year
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Seeing the difference in coverage (news media vs social media) on the Feb 3rd train derailment in East Palestine, Ohio, USA on and all the issues caused by the incident, I want to see something;
The incident summed up (and there may be even more I missed):
train carrying 150 cars, twenty of which contained hazardous materials, derailed due a failure of a wheel bearing, due to poor inspection because inspections were cut from 3 minutes per train to 90 secs per train. (Remember the railroad strike? Yeah. Part of what they wanted, in addition to better conditions, was more time to inspect trains and to get faulty parts fixed. They were refused, and now we're here.)
the derailment (of 50 cars) caused a fire which threatened to make a car(s) with the vinyl chloride explode, so a controlled release (burn) of the vinyl chloride (toxic, flammable gas) was done to prevent this
residents within a 1 mile radius were evacuated beforehand
the event resulted in contamination of the air/water and mass deaths of animals like fish and chickens
residents were told it's safe to return home a week after the evacuation, and found their pets dead; water smells wrong; air smells and/or burns their eyes
People miles away are having the same issues with animals dying (schools of dead fish in water, livestock sick/dying) and water contamination
The chemicals are contaminating the Ohio River Basin (which is more than just the Ohio River, and effects/includes KY, WV, TN, IN, OH, and parts of IL, PA, VA, and NC) and could potentially also lead to the whole Mississippi River Watershed being contaminated. (that's like, 40% of the continental United States and starts to touch into Canada.)
That all said,
Please reblog if you vote so we can get a larger sample size!
Many think the Railroad company (and the government, because they sided with the railroad company in ending the strike) are trying to cover this up in the news as much as possible, and that most coverage is coming from social media (specifically TikTok) and I want to see just how true that is.
I'm not not kidding when I say I have people IRL, who do keep up with the news, who never heard about the derailment at all until I told them just a couple days ago. It doesn't look good.
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mothyandthesquid · 5 months
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Bottle green is now on sock too. I’m so glad I’m not the only one that thinks printers are dicks! Thank you all for your mutual commiserations yesterday. I now have printer paper and a USB A/B cable ordered. No idea what to do about the no-computer problem, though.
I was wondering if I could resurrect our ancient MacBook with the knockoff power cord. The battery is fried so it has to be plugged in all the time, a potential fire hazard with something so old plus a fake cable. Self-employment sure has risks I’d never impose on anyone else!
Anyway, there will be no postage 23rd to 26th December inclusive and I won’t be available as I’m spending a few days with my family. If you need a last minute gift, we do have e-vouchers. If you send to your own email you can print it out for your recipient (unless your printer is a dick, obv!).
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reticulating-splines · 6 months
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Chez Cromwell: Redux - Pt. 1
Magical Victorian Cat Mansion. Redone.
Part I: Exteriors | Part II
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So after the long-awaited addition of Infants and Ceilings to the game, I realized I should probably update my one furnished build (so far) for these features. Unfortunately I got carried away again and just ended up revamping the whole build from the exterior, to each individual room + some new ones! This version has also been more extensively play-tested over time with all age groups and pets, with some extra fire hazard and accessibility issues addressed.
It still has all the original Lot Features:
Victorian era historical build, fully playtested
Off-the-grid compatible
9 Bed / 6 bath
Library Greenhouse
Spellcaster's room
Outdoor smokehouse
Pleasure + kitchen gardens
Portal to the magic realm
Hidden cat room, litterroom, + catway system for Familiars
Staff/Servant's lounge w/ private stairs
Bedrooms for Butler, Nanny/Governess, and Maids
Lot size 30x40, fully landscaped
Cat Hangout, Peace and Quiet
Spooky lot challenge
As well as an extensive Changelog and list of New Features:
Revamped exteriors + interiors, roofs, and gardens
Ceilings for all rooms
Added even more windows somehow
Skylights for 3rd floor and wraparound verandah
Rooftop meditation-garden-yoga-summoning-circle
Portals! Small library located off the spell-room has been converted into the Portal Room with 3 portals leading throughout the house: one to the tower on the roof, one to the greenhouse in the back, and one to the third floor hall.
Moved Magic Realm Portal to rooftop garden
Put more cat doors everywhere, they enjoy using the catdoors and portals for zoomies
Sprinklers, alarms, and fire resistant flooring have been added around fireplaces.
Fireplace in the tower was removed for it's propensity to set the roof on fire and become unreachable and inextinguishable
Tower room has been converted into a Collections display room instead, a la sims 3
Portal in the tower/Collections room also makes potential burglaries more threatening, but if you’re an occult you’re expected to employ practical DADA techniques to avert this
Updated Nursery and Playroom for Infants
Redid terrain paint. Twice. Why tf does it just vanish randomly sometimes
NEW Magic Bean Hunt! Stump is located where the magic realm portal used to be and beans are strategically hidden around the lot. I'd love to see how long it takes for you to catch them all!
Washbasins for rooms without bathrooms now look like washbasins and are actually useable, both on and off grid
Added privacy hedges and lattices to backyard and fenced in chicken run
Potions Crafting Table added to Spell-room
Crafters Supply Cabinet added to Kitchen
Pocketed pocket doors
Secret Cat Room color scheme updated and cat-approved artwork added
Another Cat room added to 3rd floor
Magic Well has been shrunk
Rooftop area outside 3rd floor Study converted into rooftop Pavilion with chessboard and painting easel
Jack-and-Jill bathroom added for two of the third floor bedrooms
Toilet room removed and bath added for staff washrooms, for an equal 2-toilet/2-bath arrangement, which means the build now has a total of 7 full baths, and 8 toilets.
More crafting tables (fizz machine and candle maker) added to Staff Lounge
Yoga/Meditation Balcony for staff above greenhouse
Small telescope added to rooftop outside tower room’s new 2nd door
Garden lights around yard configured for power + off grid lighting
‘Bike racks’ added by front gate
New Library shelves seem to allow sims to retrieve books but not put them back. However this is actually a feature, not a bug, since now you can put the books back yourself on on the right shelves and keep things organized 🙃
Should now be consistently able to feed and be eaten by the Cowplant
Homey trait replaced by Gnome lot trait since there is a proliferation of gnomes
Requirements
Lot: 40x30, $752,005, 9 bed 8 bath, Cat Hangout, Gnome, Peace and Quiet, Spooky Lot Challenge
Packs - packs in bold are essential:
EPs - Cottage Living, University, Island Living, Get Together, Get Famous, Seasons, Cats&Dogs, Eco Living, City Living, Get to Work
GPs - Realm Of Magic, Jungle Adventure, Parenthood, Vampires. Strangerville, Spa Day, Outdoor Retreat
SPs - Paranormal, Laundry Day, Romantic Garden. Nifty Knitting, Vintage Glamour
Kits - Blooming Rooms, Desert Luxe
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Public: Available Dec 15th!
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ghostchems · 1 year
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somethin' spooky - papa emeritus iv x female!reader
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you've secure an invite to an exclusive party at a satanic church only to end up being underwhelmed by the lack of "spooky".
author's note: i felt like i was neglecting popia so i wrote this lil thing! 3k words! 18+! mdni! there's smut and popia being popia. ao3 link.
Your fingernails tap against the glass you're holding as you gaze out into the crowd of people. Curiosity had gotten the better of you but right now, you were feeling some regret at the effort you had gone through to be here right now.
There were whispers throughout the valley about an exclusive, invite-only party that took place at a satanic church. You weren’t too big on parties but you had to find a way to see this for yourself. A friend of a friend of a friend was able to get you an invite for a fee and here you are, moseying through the kind of people that you could probably see at any other bar around town.
And it’s honestly, not that special. Sure, you were at a satanic church but it wasn’t spooky enough for your taste. There was plenty of artwork adorning the walls that depicted scenes of hell, demons and Lucifer himself, plus plenty of grucifixes everywhere. But the fact that they were serving White Claw? There weren’t even any spooky themed drinks.
Plus, you weren’t a party person, especially since you had come alone. So, you give the large chapel one last look before you head out the doors. The hallways seem to go on forever as you wander through them, unable to remember where the exit was. You start to stress, your mind immediately jumping to the conclusion that maybe you were stuck here forever.
“Dove stai andando? Where are you going? Leaving the party, eh?” 
You spin around to look where the voice was coming from. A man was peeking out of a doorway, studying you. He was wearing a blue sparkly jacket, torn pants and his face – contrasting black and white paint covered it with his white eye practically glowing as he looked you up and down.
“Uh, yeah. Just trying to find my way out.”
“Mm.” He walks out of the doorway toward you, steepling his fingers as he did so. “Ehm, may I ask why? Were you not having fun?” Curiousness was oozing from him as he stepped even closer, the distance closing between you. Nothing about him seems threatening so you stay where you are.
“Oh, I’m just not super into partying, ya know. Just wanted to see what this whole thing was about.” You rock back and forth on your heels. “Why aren’t you at the party?”
“Ehhh… catching up on work.” He sounds sheepish.
“On a Saturday night?” You cross your arms and pop your hip. There’s a feeling creeping into your head that maybe you should be more cautious around this man but he seems so approachable despite being so striking. 
“Not super into partying, either.” He offers you a small smile and fidgets with his hands. “E-ehm, would you consider joining me in my office, maybe? You’ve convinced me – working on a Saturday is a bit sad.” 
You stare at him blankly for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. You know you should just go home and not spend time with this man with corpse paint you just met. But…your curiosity was getting the better of you. Plus, it seemed like he worked there so you could potentially get the spooky scoop on the satanic church. 
“Sure, okay.”
“Eccelente!” He lights up and beckons for you to follow him. “Apologies, it’s a tad messy.” 
You are taken aback by the stacks of papers that line the walls and cover his desk. Aside from that, the office was dimly lit with scattered candles (which seems like an extreme fire hazard) and antique looking furniture. 
“Ehh, please, have a seat! Would you like a drink, cara?” He is already fussing with glasses before you can respond, hearing them clink together. You pick up a few papers off of one of the wingback chairs in his office and can’t help but scan over it before setting it on the floor. Invoices for coffee cups and hot chocolate packets. Nothing spooky or satanic about that.
You sit in the chair and sink back into it, getting comfortable as you survey the room some more. He is in front of you so quickly and hands you a glass with some kind of brown liquid. You examine it and give it a small sniff: whiskey.
“Oh, this is so exciting, cara. I haven’t been able to spend much time with outsiders since becoming Papa.” He pulls up the smallest stool you’ve ever seen and sits directly in front of you. His knees are practically up to his chest.
“Becoming Papa?” You ask with an amused tone before being brave enough to take a sip of the whiskey. It is strong.
 “Ah, si. Papa Emeritus, leader of the church.” 
You start to cough, from the whiskey and also because of what he just said. Leader of the church?! The man sitting on an impossibly tiny stool, surrounded in paperwork, wearing a sparkly blue jacket, is the LEADER of the church. 
“Cara, do you need some water or-”
“No, no, I’m fine.” You cough a bit more and wave your hand. “Went down the wrong pipe.” 
Papa is studying you, watching curiously as you set the whiskey down. His eyes narrow a bit as he shifts closer to you.
“Am I not what you were expecting?” There’s a touch of sadness in his voice as his white eye meets yours, his other eye shrouded in darkness. 
“O-oh, no, no, I’m just surprised, Papa.” It feels weird calling him that. “I just wasn’t expecting the leader of the church of Satan to have so much paperwork to do. I was expecting a bit more spooky things.” You laugh nervously.
“Spooky? I can be spooky.” Papa’s voice drops to a sinister tone, his lips curling into a grin. “Are you curious about spooky things, cara? That is why you came tonight, si?” Suddenly, he is up and is standing directly in front of you now and leans down, meeting your eyes.
“Maybe it is.” You answer confidently but you can feel yourself shifting back against the chair, trying to get some distance between the two of you. 
“Okie dokie, wait just a minute.” Papa turns his back to you and seems to be working himself up a bit. You are looking at him curiously, the suspense building as silence stretches between the two of you. He spins around, his arms stretched above him. “BOO!”
You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at him.
“Not spooky enough, cara?” He slowly lowers his arms and starts to steeple his fingers.
“I was expecting more of… ya know, satanic rituals, orgies… sacrifices?” 
“Ahhh.” He exhales and plants his hands on the armrests; he has you cornered now. “I must apologize then, cara, we don’t typically perform rituals when outsiders are present.”  
“That’s a shame.” You try to relax but he is so close to you now and he sways back and forth, almost hypnotically. His eyes are glued to yours and you can see just how green the one is. 
“Have I disappointed you?” Papa pouts teasingly and you could feel his hot breath on your face. You are out of smart responses, your mouth hanging open as if to say something before you shut it again. His presence is intoxicating and your head is still swimming from how he went from a semi-awkward, cute man to this, this being that has lured you into his trap.
You squirm in the seat but you find yourself inching closer to him. He seems to notice, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk. 
“I could give you a little taste, hm? Would you like that, cara?” Papa presses his forehead to yours and rubs the tip of his nose against yours. “Tell me.”
“What if I want more than just a taste?” Your breath is shaky but you manage to get the words out. He hums quietly, pretending to be deep in thought before he’s finally upon you, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip. 
You give a soft moan as his tongue slips into your mouth with ease. He cups your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. You can feel your face start to grow hot, tasting the whiskey on his tongue. His gloved fingers gently move from your cheeks down your neck, giving the sides of it a soft squeeze before settling on your shoulders. He breaks the kiss, his dark eyes roaming your face with a grin. His lips meet your jaw, mouthing along it as he toys with the straps of your dress. 
“May I, cara?” He growls against your neck, still tugging at your straps. So gentlemanly. Your brains are scrambled to the point that you’re unable to speak words so you give a soft, affirmative grunt. 
“Have I rendered you speechless?” Papa purrs as he exposes your breasts. His fingers softly stroke them, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. A moan rumbles in your throat as your head tips back against the chair. He slips down to his knees, settling in between your legs. His arms slide behind your back, pulling you into him as his lips brush against one of your nipples.
“F-fuck, Papa.” You surprise yourself, your body shuddering at his touch. He feels so good against you, his arms holding you so tight as he sucks the nipple into his mouth. Your hands fall to his head, fingers grabbing onto his hair as you arch your back. Papa buries his face into your chest, moaning against you as his lips and teeth graze against you.
“Will you kneel before me, cara?” He gazes up at you, his white eye looking like it could be glowing. “Kneel before your Papa?”
You suck in a breath as your fingers card through his hair. Desire is burning through you. You need him. You need him now. 
“Yes, Papa.” 
He kisses your collarbone softly then pulls himself to his feet. You immediately slink off of the chair and get on your knees in front of him. His jacket is now on the floor and he’s working on the buttons of his shirt as you start to feel him through his pants. The momentum comes to a screeching halt, though, when you start to fiddle with his corset laced crotch.
“This is — ugh! This is so impractical!” You whine as your fingers desperately try to figure out a way to unlace his pants. After he removes his shirt, he swats your hand away with a small laugh. 
“Guardi.” He takes one of the laces in his hands and pulls it at what seems like a specific angle. His pants come completely unlaced with the one pull, dropping around his knees as his cock springs free. If your mouth wasn’t already hanging open from the sheer ridiculousness that just happened, it would have dropped even further at the sight of him. 
He is huge.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
You know what he’s going to do. You grew up on the outskirts of the Catholic Church, having gone to mass each Sunday before going to CCD (only to not retain anything you learned). But you remember communion and how you would cup your hands together to receive the body of Christ. Some adults would merely go up to the priest and open their mouths to receive Him…
You do as you’re told. Papa gazes at you for a few moments as he strokes himself lazily. His hand catches you by the chin and tilts your head up with a hum. He plops the head of his cock onto your tongue and you swear you can hear it thud.
The taste of him on your tongue is enough to make you moan. He breathes deep, keeping his eyes locked on you. His hand moves from your chin to your hair, fingers tangling in it. 
“Nema.” Papa hisses, then pushes his cock past your lips. You move your hand to grip the base and slip your tongue along the underside of his length. He groans and starts to slowly roll his hips, sinking his cock further into your mouth. His fingers dig into your scalp as he hits the back of your throat. You moan around him, your one hand moving to hold onto his thigh as you swallow around him, feeling your throat spasm.
He is so big. You start to stroke him as you bob your head along him, keeping the movements in sync. His breath starts to hitch and you feel his thigh start to tense up. Papa pulls you off of him and you sink back on your heels, looking up at him wide eyed and somewhat afraid that you’ve done something wrong. 
Before you’re able to say anything, he scoops you up into your arms. You squeak and wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. It looks like he is walking straight for a wall but once you get closer you can see the seams of what appears to be a door. He pushed it with his foot and it creaks open, revealing another dimly lit room covered in candles. 
And… there’s a mattress on the floor?
Papa carefully sets you down on it, his fingers sliding your dress and underwear off in one quick motion. He settles in between your legs and you can feel the pressure of the head of his cock against your slick folds.
“W-wait, I haven’t-“ You stutter, your hands gripping his shoulders. 
“Are you alright, cara? Do you want me to stop?” He immediately brings his hands up to your arms and gently starts to caress them.
“No, no. Please, don’t stop. I just-“ You take a deep breath. “I haven’t done it in a while and you’re… you’re big. A friend of mine told me that when she tried to do it after not doing it for a while it wouldn’t fit and-” You continue to ramble and he listens so patiently to you. Papa’s fingers drift up your arms to cup your face.
“We will take it slow, and if it doesn’t work – I know plenty of other ways to make you scream my name.” Even though what he says sounds dirty, he is being so earnest, so gentle with you. Papa shifts himself back into position but keeps one hand holding your face.
He pushes in inch by inch, stopping each time to make sure you’re okay. The way he is taking care of you makes you feel so relaxed, so trusting of him. You bring your hips up to meet his once he’s almost completely inside of you. Papa’s mouth drops open and he moans deeply, his gloved fingers digging into your hip.
“Cara, you feel so good.” He breathes huskily, pressing his forehead against yours as he starts to gradually pick up his pace. You can’t believe how good he feels, how he seems to know the exact places to touch and press to make you moan. He kisses you hungrily, growling against your lips.
Papa sinks his cock inside you and holds it there, pinning you down. You squirm against him and try to roll your hips but his grip is too tight. He chuckles softly and slips his hand down between the two of you, lightly rubbing your clit.
“P-papa.” You whine as your fingernails dig into his shoulders. 
“One thing about us satanists…” He draws out the word, pressing his hot mouth to your ear. “Is that we make sure all parties cum during our rituals.” Papa sucks on your earlobe as he presses his thumb against your clit. Your body is trembling beneath him, eyes squeezing shut as he starts to quicken his pace.
He wants you to give in to him, to give yourself over to the way he is making you feel. His teeth graze your chin and his chest rumbles with a growl. Your moaning, gasping, clawing beneath him as your body twists with pleasure, all while you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. One more swipe has you coming undone, a broken sob pushing from your lips.
Papa’s fingers snake up to tangle in your hair and gives it a sharp yank as he starts to fuck you again. Your mouth hangs open, deep breaths and groans slipping from it. You hold onto him for dear life as his hips snap into yours, the sound of slapping skin filling his room. Your legs wrap his waist causing him to moan deeply, sinking even deeper inside you.
He starts to say… something. You don’t understand it. It could be in Italian or Latin, but that’s only an educated guess. You can’t even focus on it, can’t even worry about it now because of how good he feels. Papa yanks at your hair again, forcing you to look into his eyes. His hips snap one last time and he gives a loud moan as he spills inside you.
Papa buries his face in your neck, staying in place for a moment as the two of you come down. He starts to gently touch your neck again, sighing contently before he slips out of you and pulls you up to his chest. You are so comfortable against him, feeling his chest rise and fall. He is caressing you all over and the sensation soothes you into deep relaxation.
“Not so much for spooky but how is that for sinful, eh, cara?” He whispers against your ear but you’re already asleep.
LATER…
You start to stir, eyes still shut as you nestle in closer to Papa. He shifts a bit, his arms tightening around you.
“I missed my party.” He says sleepily against your neck.
“Your party?!” You snap your eyes open and you try to look at him.
“Mmm si, the party was thrown in my honor.” Papa mumbles as he wraps his arms tightly around you. “Glad I missed it, cara?” You feel him smile against your neck. 
You don’t say anything because you’re sure he already knows the answer.
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