#Anyway more roleplay shenanigans

[cupid-tune]

So the Christmas party went great

[blujaydoodles]

bullying him

followup to this crossover doodle that I've been thinking about since the first one, lol. tfw the person whose house you accidentally broke into turned out to be so chill that you almost forgot she's got other party members you're still gonna have to explain yourself to :Ic

[revelboo]

Would Swerve roleplay some cheesy sitcom scenario?

🤣 Swerve trying to come up with such elaborate scenarios and giving his human thirty minutes worth of backstory and set up first

🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Roleplay

Swerve

• “Stop with the face,” you groan. Because giant, alien robots shouldn’t pout. You’re pretty sure he’s doing big, puppy dog optics behind that visor, too. “Can’t we just have normal sex?” Exasperated as he somehow manages to look even more pitiful. “Okay. Fine.” Running your fingers through your hair to send it into disarray, you smile despite yourself when he pulls you to him and presses a kiss against your cheek.

• Grinning, he rocks back a step. “Oh, hi. You’re new, right?” He asks and you roll your eyes dramatically at him. “I guess we’re going to be neighbors.” Hears you groan his name under your breath, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “There’s a pool party next week. Maybe we could hang out?”

• Staring at him and his hopeful smile, you blow out a breath. “Maybe,” you say, trying to remember his stupid script he’d been coaching you on. Because this? This is stupid. But it also makes him happy and you love him. Even if you’ve already forgotten what to say. “Or we could hang out right now? Maybe fool around?”

• “But we just met. Don’t you want to, I don’t know, get to know each other first? Get into crazy shenanigans?” And you go up on tiptoe to wrap your arms around his neck. “I had some scenarios planned out for us to work up to it. Kind of a will they, won’t they type deal?” He tries, but you’re already stripping, hand cupping the plating hiding his spike.

• “How many scenarios were there before the actual sex?” You ask and he looks guilty. Telling you that you’re not going to like the answer. “How about you fuck me now and I’ll give you head later and you can pretend whatever you want during?”Hear him mutter that the scenarios took a long time to write, but he frees his spike for you anyway. And lets you drag him down to his knees and push him back so you can straddle him and grind against him. “Isn’t this more fun?”

• Groaning as you rock yourself against him until you slick his length before lifting up to take him deep into your wet heat, he can’t really argue with you. But he had spent a lot of time planning episodes leading up to the sex. The delayed gratification part of the play. This is good, too, though. Head back as you ride him, his palms skim up your sides. Loves watching you bouncing on him, using his body to chase your own pleasure.

[ohmygraves]

it started off as a prank.

soap and gaz were fooling around, really. nothing too serious, not expecting much from it. hell, the account was in soap's phone. ghost didn't even know anything about it.

the two created a tinder account for the lieutenant, just to see what kind of people would be so inclined to message a masked man like him.

photos were taken candidly, most of it from soap's own stash (don't ask). something more serious was cropped from group pictures, from either the bar or during a mission. gaz thought of the introduction, with little embellishments to make it more ridiculous. the goal was to see how many would swipe right to the scary, masked lieutenant.

of course, the sergeants were surprised to see so many match notifications, to the point that soap's phone would just erupt with notification sounds, even during briefings. safe to say, the poor scot got in trouble, and ended up turning off the notification for the app.

most of the matches seems to be coming from a place of lust, a lot of requests of one night stands or fuck buddies (what is it with people who liked masked men, the two thought). many seemed very forward and to the point with what they wanted. it was ridiculous trying to scroll through the first messages and reading them one by one.

but then there's you.

you: hello, i feel like i've seen you before. are you staying at the base near (location)?

soap and gaz thought your first message was interesting. it could be that you knew the lieutenant somewhere, or had seen him at least once. you seem to be a real person too, judging from your profile. photos of you indicated as such.

gaz wanted to call it quits, ghosts you just like every other match that they received, but soap wanted to take it a step further, even if gaz was completely against the idea. bickering for a while, soap ended up sending a text, and that's how you started talking to "ghost".

ghost: yeah. do i know you from somewhere?

soap had expected it to be a flirting attempt, though he was surprised to see an actual answer.

you: oh, i think i've seen you a few times outside of the base.

you: i frequent the café nearby ^^

oh, you're so cute and innocent, soap kinda felt bad for lying now.

ghost: i see

ghost: perhaps i'll see you sometime too? ;)

soap got addicted to posing as ghost. the two of you texted back and forth during his break, sometimes even at night. soap stayed up and missed some sleep just for some elaborate joke that kept going and going, and gaz was just tuning into the drama too.

everything was fun at first, not everyday the scot got to roleplay as the lieutenant, especially since the man was such a dry texter. it was funny trying to come up with an awkward reply or even just flat messages when talking to you. you were just so nice and oblivious to it though.

soap nearly lost his marbles when you asked to meet up in the cafe near the base, and asked when it was possible. you knew that soldiers frequently are given a leave, so perhaps "ghost" would love to meet you when he had the time. the scot was sure that he went too far this time, earning "i told you so" look from gaz even when he's clearly also enjoying the shenanigans.

they decided that it's finally time to come clean to the man in question.

ghost, of course, was furious. not only that this was a violation of privacy, soap and gaz had wasted a random person's time because of some elaborate joke that went too far. now they even want to meet with him too.

soap thought that the only way to fix this was just to inform you as well. it was only fair as you're also affected by this. hell, he didn't even know that his "casual" flirting (which was a loose term considering ghost's texting habits that soap adapted for this roleplay) would be enjoyed by someone, even getting the lieutenant a date too. the scot insisted that you two still meet anyway, and that he would be there too to apologize.

ghost, of course, was definitely against it. he had been dragged into this against his will, and it's not like he had the time too. why would he entertain the two sergeants who got him into this mess—

but perhaps just a cup of tea with a beautiful person like you would be nice... perhaps...

reluctantly, ghost agreed to the date, letting soap talk to you to set up a time and place. while looking at your pictures and the past conversations, he didn't seem to mind that he's now on some sort of a blind date...

[maspers]

Hundred Line as a TTRPG AU

Crap maybe this *is* my latest obsession. Anyway here's the AU where Hundred Line is a frankly insane tabletop game campaign being played by people who definitely had no idea what they were getting into. (Spoilers, obviously)

Takumi quite possibly had the most stressful time in the group's previous campaign, and was looking forward to something relatively more straightforward. He was also expecting to have significantly less of a role in the main plot, building a relatively simple Fighter character with a rather generic personality. He just wants to take a break, have fun with his friends, and not think too hard. Obviously this didn't pan out for him, and suddenly he's stuck dealing with being the centerpiece of the most convoluted plot known to mankind. He rolls with it, thankfully, but not without complaint.

Darumi has been begging the group to play a Danganronpa-style campaign for ages, and has finally decided to completely throw away subtlety with her character in this campaign. At first everyone is genuinely annoyed with her for doing this, but as the plot progresses and things get more complicated she starts getting more interested in what's actually happening in the game, which leads to her PC becoming more nuanced as things progress, culminating in some absolutely brilliant moments down the line that the group will remember forever.

Eito is a huge fan of playing very cliched character archetypes and injecting some personality into them to make them fun for everyone else at the table, so at first his character in this campaign seemed very on-brand for him... until suddenly All The Things happen and the rest of the group screamed at him for like twenty minutes straight. He just chuckles and comments that he's relieved none of the other players caught a glimpse of his character sheet earlier in the story and spoiled the twists ahead of time. Then he proceeds to continue playing the most unhinged character in the party. He also incidentally ends up having the most scheduling conflicts later on, but that doesn't stop him from still engaging in shenanigans every time he sits down at the table.

Tsubasa had been hoping to experiment a little in this campaign. When she learned the group had decided on aiming for a sci-fi setting, she thought designing a character around fighting in a vehicle would be interesting and unorthodox (it even required a bit of homebrew). Instead she ended up being this campaign's Only Sane Person, and all those mechanical Skills she got for the car ended up making her the only PC that can reliably do useful stuff outside of combat. She's at first a bit disgruntled about not getting more of the spotlight, but soon changes her tune when she realizes how insane this campaign is.

Nozomi actually wasn't originally part of this campaign, or part of the group at all, but she was a mutual friend of the group who'd expressed interest in playing. Plus, the group really needed a healer. So they let her join. Since she created her character after the others, she decided to give her PC a connection to the backstory of Takumi's character, just to spice things up a little. Since she's new to the game, the GM decided to help her out a bit too by sneakily telling her some of the plot twists in advance, but she ends up not needing much assistance. She takes to the game like a duck to water and soon reveals some really impressive roleplaying chops.

Shion is the campaign's Game Master, who has been working on designing this campaign for over a year and he is SO HYPED to finally show it off to his friends. He slammed the massive binder down on the table, said it was the outline for the campaign, and everyone recoiled in horror. But he'd proven himself to be a genuinely good and fair GM in the past so they were willing to give it a shot, and soon he had them all hooked. Which is good, because despite his massive collection of plans and notes somehow the group STILL manages to go off the rails and he has to improvise... which ultimately leads to him stealing plotlines from other genres.

The rest of the Hundred Line characters are NPCs, because despite them all being extremely cool having over a dozen of players in one campaign is a bit much. I considered Gaku, Kurara, Takemaru, and Yugamu as potential options for a sixth player but eh it wasn't the vibe. Yugamu might be Shion's GMPC? Perhaps most if not all of the NPCs are at least vaguely based on people Shion knows IRL. Gaku seems like the type of person who wouldn't have the time or patience to play with the group but he's still their friend or something so there's an NPC made in his honor.

They do in fact keep playing through multiple Routes. Shion asked everyone to keep backups of their starting character sheets "for reasons" which means implementing the "Special Review" mechanic isn't too difficult, and after everyone got over freaking out about the Day 100 reveals, they soon got really into the whole alternate endings gimmick. None of the group had ever played a campaign with a plot like this one before, and between Shion's extensive notes and everyone else's propensity for derailing things they can just keep coming back to this campaign over and over and over again whenever they have downtime. They all agree having the chance to explore the same group of characters from multiple angles is exciting. Even when they move on to other campaigns, the group often ends up coming back to this one to try out a new route in the form of a oneshot or twoshot game.

Other random thoughts on this idea:

When they finally did the Killing Game Route, Darumi literally shrieked so loudly from excitement that she shattered glass.

It's a running gag at the table that Takumi's character keeps getting love interests in each route. He's genuinely trying to avoid this, but he also cares too much about the game to deliberately prevent it ("It would be out of character!") and eventually he just groans every time another romance arc begins.

Honestly quite a lot of the game is the rest of the group trolling the heck out of Takumi. But he's a good sport about it, and they know not to go too far because usually the games are hosted at his place and he provides snacks.

Tsubasa didn't mean for vomiting to become a recurring character trait, it just kind of kept happening and soon she had no choice but to just kind of let it continue to be a thing. It really shouldn't be funny, but for some reason it never fails to get someone to laugh.

The entire Retsnom Route was Shion making things up on the fly ("monster" backwards? really?) and letting Darumi do whatever she wanted. It was nuts.

Shion does in fact do voices for all the characters, and he invented the entire Futuran conlang from scratch. He's very proud of it, but the players didn't really put too much effort into trying to decipher it during the first route so he just dropped it, disappointed. They didn't realize it was a full conlang until later on, and all of them apologized to him for not letting him show it off more.

The Cult of Takumi Route is this group's Noodle Incident. None of them will ever speak of it ever again.

Since this campaign was her first time playing this game, Nozomi ends up with a very skewed idea of what the game system is NORMALLY like. Now in every campaign she plays since, she's always way more paranoid about crazy plot shifts, even when it's someone else taking their turn as GM and clearly aiming for something more light-hearted.

Eito has never played a character like the one he plays in this game before or since, but because his character in this campaign was so jarring every character he's made since receives tons of side-eye and suspicion from other players. "I swear, I'm literally just playing a normal cleric this time, really! Can't you trust me on this?" "NEVER AGAIN."

Takumi has passed out on the table multiple times.

Everyone agrees Tsubasa is the MVP because of her ability to fix things and otherwise contribute to the party and plot in ways that don't involve combat or assorted shenaniganry. That, or it's because she always brings the food everyone likes, and is the one person actively trying to keep track of all the routes and points of divergences despite that having very little to do with her character.

Everyone has screamed some variation of "What even IS this?!?" at Shion at least twice. And "Are you kidding me?", as well as just exasperated screams and expletives. Shion just laughs it off.

Speaking of Shion, inviting a new player (Nozomi) was actually kind of a risk because Shion's games often have those "GM inserting their fetishes into the game for their own amusement" vibes. Shion isn't actually doing this on purpose, he's genuinely oblivious to just how Weird the Weird Stuff he puts in his games is, but while the group is used to it they're aware other people might get the wrong idea. Thankfully Nozomi's known most of the group for quite some time, so she kind of knew what to expect from Shion.

Just as how Darumi's wanted to do a Danganronpa campaign for ages, Eito has wanted to play a character wielding a scythe for ages. He's had the descriptions of Judge, Jury, and Executioner written down on a WIP Google Doc for half a decade, but in previous campaigns he either couldn't figure out how to make it work or it was just too unrealistic for the campaign setting (scythes aren't good weapons, really). But in this campaign Shion is letting the group do basically whatever they want for combat and Eito is ecstatic.

The whole "Nozomi stays by Moko's bedside for ages" thing genuinely caught Shion off guard despite most of the first route generally going to play, so he needed to make up the stuff about needing to get medicine in order to bait her away. The entire thunderstorm scene was a happy accident. Shion can't believe it worked out as well as it did.

Darumi actually made cosplay for everyone, and they all went to a local Con dressed up as their characters' combat uniforms. Quite a few people noticed and asked questions, leading the group to have to explain themselves and that their costumes were based off of their own TTRPG campaign that they'd been running for over a year and a half at that point. Someone recommended they try doing an Actual Play series. Obviously they couldn't do an Actual Play of their Hundred Line characters (since the audience wouldn't have context), but they still thought it was a neat idea, so instead their Actual Play series was Persona 2 (Darumi is GMing, Nozomi plays Tatsuya, Tsubasa plays Lisa, Eito plays Eikichi, Takumi plays Maya, and Shion plays Jun. And then when they do a second season for Eternal Punishment, Nozomi and Takumi are still Tatsuya and Maya but now Tsubasa plays Katsuya, Shion's playing Ulala, and Eito's playing Baofu).

"Shion I swear if you unfold your GM screen to reveal a laptop with a custom-programmed visual novel on it I will shove my water bottle down your throat."

Nozomi is not a violent person but over the course of the campaign she ends up slapping Eito in the face not once but twice. The second time was because he insisted on wearing sunglasses every time his character wore sunglasses, and pretending it was for the same reason.

All of the players vow to protect the Shouma NPC with their lives. Shion is baffled because Shouma's explicitly supposed to be a tank that soaks up damage and protects the players, not the other way around.

Each player has their own favorite route. Takumi's is the True Route, naturally.

[chahaezii]

HEYYYYY 💗

What do you think if suddenly Y/n turned into a child, and then Jinwoo had to take care of her. Then Jinwoo had to go raid the dungeon and left Igris, Beru and some other shadows to take care of her, when he came back he saw everyone having a tea party, Beru was wearing a tutu and Igris had a huge pink bow on his head (๐॔˃̶ᗜ˂̶๐॓)

I think it'd be really cute 😭 Like imagine if Jinwoo also joined in with the tea party and even talked like a girly pop just to fit in with the vibes AUGHGG absolutely amazing (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)

“Having a blast, girls?” Jinwoo had just arrived home from yet another dungeon raid. His clothes were a little dirty, but he walked his way to Y/N, sitting down next to her as she pours some imaginary tea in Beru's teacup.

“My liege! Come join us with this fun activity!” Beru sounds quite excited in his little pink tutu that Y/N had asked for him to put on. Jinwoo chuckled softly and grabbed a teacup for himself. “Girly could I have some of that tea?” he reached his teacup out to Y/N, playing along with the tea party.

“Of course bestie! Let me pour you some!” Y/N exclaimed as she took Jinwoo's teacup and poured more of those imaginary tea. “Thank you sis,” he took a quick sip. “Mm! It's really good. Did you make this?” Y/N giggled playfully, she nodded, “Duh, of course! No one makes better tea than me” Jinwoo let out a soft laugh, enjoying Y/N's enthusiasm. Igris, on the other hand, was sitting next to Bellion. They both didn't do much but did pretend to be in some sort of girl gossip for a more natural "environment", according to Igris, that is. While Beru had a pink tutu and Igris was wearing a big pink bow, Bellion had to wear a blonde wig. Yep, Y/N insisted that Bellion fit a blonde girl even though he and the others didn't seem to really get it. Jinwoo genuinely laughed when he first saw Bellion, which added more embarrassment towards Bellion.

All 4 of you had your fun together, enjoying the silly tea party roleplay. Even though it was quite embarrassing to Igris and Bellion, Beru and Jinwoo seemed to enjoy spending their time with little Y/N. As long as Y/N is happy, they're more than willing to do silly things such as this for them. Y/N's a kid anyways, what's so wrong to put up with their childish shenanigans, right?

Hope you liked my short scene here ^.^ It's what I think would happen, though I am interested in seeing your take on this 👀

I still have 2 asks to do so stay tuned for those yipppiieieie!!!!

[onlyseokmins]

the devil wears baby blue • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol Warnings: joshua hong himself 🚩🚩, swearing, alcohol, reader is a menace and tease too i'm ngl, grinding, groping, slight exhibition kink, degradation, name-calling, objectification, FINGERS (all of it fingering, riding, etc), mentions of knife/surgery, choking, wbk but major hints to big cock josh 💔, marking, licking, alluding to devil imagery uwu, roleplay sort of but not really, kind of public sex acts + a mirror, manhandling, lil slaps, dangerous fashion decisions + "fun" clothing shenanigans during sex ig????, mentions of car sex and oral sex (male rec.), dirty talk (joshua won't stfu), edging, lil bit of pain kink if you squint ❤️‍🩹, and tons of banter/insults, is there a thing like a wealth kink??? - as always lmk if i missed smth WC: 7k A/N: *taps mic* would love to thank @onlymingyus and @duhnova for proofing, hyping, and supporting me on this. also ofc a huge honorary shout out to @hwanghyunjinenthusiast for the constant cheering and screeching at me in and out of dms - hope you enjoy this hehe. idk if jackie will see this but her watch post(s) helped re-inspire me to attack this wip. and finally blowing kisses to the joshushushus in my inbox, i hope you'll like this! ps if anyone recognizes where the last dialogue is from, you receive a kiss on the forehead from me and get to spend one night with joshua!! 😏

↪ this is a loosely based prequel to idiot

Seungkwan's hand lays steady on your back, guiding you through the crowd much more efficiently than you could have on your own. He has a way of navigating through the waves of people with practiced ease whereas you would rather just be swept away. It's why you enjoy going to the club with him, especially one as crazy as tonight's.

You would think you were still on the dance floor with how many people are bustling around you, mingling and giggling just as much on the sidelines as they do moving to the music. Drinks in hand, they chat and flirt with one another so it takes nearly twice as long to make it to the bar than you think it really should.

"This better be worth it," you shout directly into your friend's ear despite how close you are to him. "For the amount of times my feet have been stepped on!"

There's a sharp pinch from his fingers that snuck to your side. "Told you not to wear those stupid shoes." 

Though you can't exactly hear it, you can see how his pouty lips purse out in a huff. He's also grumbling under his breath and you're able to catch bits and pieces. Things like, "won't matter" and "swept off your feet anyways" and "don't blame me" make you roll your eyes.

"Acting like this is my social debut with the prince of wales."

"Someone's been watching too much Bridgerton. And with how often you fail to come —" he's interrupted by the loud thumping of the bass, "makes sense."

"You can't possibly compare me against your standards, Mister Social Butterfly. You know everyone… and you've probably screwed a lot of them as well."

Seungkwan can only guess a gist of what you actually say and is therefore mildly tempted to let you get lost in the sea of people like he knows you'd rather prefer. But he's finally made it all the way over to what seems like an impenetrable social circle, though the group readily parts to make room for the two of you to squeeze in. So, he'll have to bring you along for the adventure. 

"Hey there!" 

"Hello!"

"Fancy seeing you here."

"I know, right?" 

Greetings are easily interchanged. Most of them are familiar faces — friends of your own or people you've gotten to know simply through Seungkwan's ever-growing collection of new instagram posts. 

Jeonghan's got some poor new soul to flirt with again and Seokmin looks like he'd rather be at home watching cooking videos. Vernon is wearing headphones of all things while Seungcheol has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. And you instinctively know Mingyu has to be up to no good because you don't see or hear him.

Not that you're actually paying that much attention to the same-old-same people, focus naturally drawn to the tall man standing next to Wonwoo. Light brown hair curls just beneath his ears, shaggy enough that the urge to run your fingers through and imagine what the tug of strands between them might feel like consumes you. It comes as a shock, considering that Jeonghan's had the same style before and you've never felt like this.

You drink in the baby blue shirt that compliments the mystery man's skin tone, top buttons left undone to showcase the delicate silver around his throat and framed by collar bones. The fabric's elegance belies the strength of the body it clothes, material straining tastefully in the tiniest bit over a broad chest and wide shoulders. Sleeves rolled up to accentuate the flex of his forearm down to the long, long fingers wrapped all the way around the glass of alcohol held between them.

"That's Joshua Hong," Seungkwan supplies helpfully though he can't hide how smug he sounds observing you and shares a knowing look with Vernon who snickers.

"Joshua Hong," you repeat and enjoy how easy his name sounds and feels coming off your tongue. "Is that so?"

"Yeah and to my knowledge, he's extremely single."

"Don't tell me that's how you introduce me to other people."

He feigns innocence. "Can't recall but even if I did, bet it's going to work in your favor. Don't look now but it seems like you've caught a big fish."

Of course, when someone tells you not to look, the first thing you'd logically do is look. Glad you weren't caught staring earlier now that the very same man you were drooling over has noticed your existence and is staring directly at you. 

Brown irises drop down to scan your figure and the suggestiveness of it lights something deep within you. You're quick to nudge off Seungkwan's arm around your waist when Joshua's eyes linger a second longer on it than you'd expect, ignoring your friend's sassy mutter of "hook, line, and sinker."

"I… I really don't like that implication, 'Kwan."

"Sure you don't."

Joshua Hong's intent gaze is far from unsavory. Even if it was more perverse in nature, you think you'd feel drunk off the same amount of power it fills you with and you haven't had a single drop of alcohol yet. A swear word escapes under your breath at the dampness of your back — and elsewhere — before sending the admiring man a demure smile of acknowledgement and turning once more to Seungkwan.

"You were criticizing my shoes earlier?"

"'Cause you can barely walk in them!"

"Then let's put these bad boys to good use."

Your friend can only shake his head as you stride away. He'll keep an occasional eye on you from afar for the rest of the night but he has a hunch things will be… fine. He hopes. Wonwoo did say Joshua was a decent man, after all.

He'll have to be… if he's willing to put up with you, Seungkwan thinks to himself with a cringe as he watches. 

Vernon hands over a much appreciated beer and he sidles up to the unbothered man's side, jutting his chin out in your direction and asking, "Are you ready for some entertainment?"

"Yo, always bro."

"Cheers to that."

Meanwhile, you've made it to the new company without stumbling once — something you're very proud of. You nod at Joshua. Nothing more than a soft flutter of eyelashes, alerting him that you're aware of his presence but indulging in nothing more. Instead, you choose to lean comfortably into his companion's space.

"Hi Woo, care to share?"

The bespectacled man wordlessly offers his nearly empty glass of wine, always easygoing and ever perceptive. Unlike his best friend who never fails to be endearing but can't take a hint to save his life. One of the many reasons why Mingyu has never succeeded as a wingman —  unfathomably clumsy but still loveable in all aspects to steal everyone's heart involved.

You finish the rest of Wonwoo's drink off with a satisfied hiss at the taste but not without a snort. "I didn't mean that, silly."

He cracks a smile, returning the teasing with a fake, reproaching scold of your name. "Could've told me you wanted to steal my buddy and not drain all my alcohol!"

Joshua laughs — loud and clear above the din of noises surrounding you. It has an air of gracefulness to it and you're sure the club brightens in a way that's totally not from the strobe lights going crazy.

"So, this is Seungkwan's friend…"

You jab Wonwoo's side with a huff. "Hey, I'm much more than that!"

"If it's any consolation," Joshua cuts in with another laugh and a handshake, taking on a self introduction. "I'm just some guy named Joshua. Hope that doesn't disappoint."

"Just some guy, huh? One that wears a Royal Oak?" 

He thrillingly doesn't let go of your hand, keeping a firm but gentle grasp when turning it with his to properly glance at the notorious status symbol wrapped around it. The steel casing glints just as fiercely as the sapphire glass over white gold hour-markers embedded on its face. 

"Yep, still just some guy that's called Josh. Joshua Hong, to be exact. Scared you off yet?" 

"I wear heels that have a one hundred percent chance of breaking my ankle to a place where there's a terrible combo of dancing and drinks. But you think I'd be scared by a pretty boy wearing thirty-some jewels around his wrist?"

He steals another appreciative look up and down your body. Not as fiery as the first one but still bold without shame, striking another bolt of heat that flashes through your veins and simmers in your lower abdomen. 

"Taste. And bite. I'd expect nothing less from someone like you."

"Someone like me?" you scoff as he winks, taking a step back and extending your arm as far as it will go with the notion for you to follow.

"Dance with me?"

Wonwoo had quietly faded into the background and slipped away for another refill. Smart guy. There's no one to worry about leaving behind when you accept this unfamiliar man's invitation and let him whisk you in the direction of the dancefloor. But not before catching Seungkwan's mild and supportive yet watchful gaze before he raises his beer in a mock salute.

It's almost cute at how inept Joshua is maneuvering through the tumultuous flow and ebb of moving bodies compared to said good friend. The way his taller frame looks more like a poor cruise ship tossed helplessly in the waves of the ocean than the stationary lighthouse and its reassuring beacon you'd expect causes a chuckle.

"You're almost as bad at this as I am."

He shoots an apologetic smile at the same time someone once again jostles his shoulder, pushing him closer into you. "Nightclubs really aren't my scene."

You're not complaining about the aided proximity that lets you hear what he says without strain. Although you do try to match the beat as it changes to something more sensual yet still playful. Going along with the rhythm of the other dancers rather than against much smoother than Joshua's awkward attempt to mimic. He sticks behind you, failing to hide the blatant mesmerization at how you sway effortlessly to the beat.

"You're not bad at this at all."

You shrug. "I've been here often enough to blend in better than most. So tell me, what's a rich boy's usual scene then? Shanqin Bay's clubhouse?"

"Hah, you wanna come with me sometime and find out?"

"Only if you can promise a fun experience… oh," you throw a smirk at him over your shoulder, "and to cover all the costs, of course."

"A pretty thing like you would have anyone saying yes and wrapped around your little finger." 

"Maybe, but only if they're worth my attention."

"Afraid to disappoint yet again when I spend most hours of the day in the operating room."

You turn abruptly to face him, grateful for the hand that shoots out to support your elbow despite his surprise at your dubious side-eye. "Are you a doctor?"

"Maybe."

"Director's son?"

"Cliché enough for you yet?"

"I recall someone who's wearing a Royal Oak saying I had good taste so I'm not going to complain. Though it would have been quite the story to hear you were the one under the knife," you take a step closer and slip a finger underneath his silver chain to tempt him closer, "to end up looking this good." When large hands hesitate to land on your hips, you raise an eyebrow. "Thought a surgeon would have a steadier grip."

"Oh." Brown eyes flicker with a carnal desire, focusing on your lips. "You expect me to be a rich, talented playboy and not be naturally handsome too?" 

"Sorry, Doctor Hong but there has to be at least something wrong with you."

The polite smile he'd been wearing all night quirks up at the corners, changing into something more on edge. A little dangerous. Beckoning excitement. He spins you back around, hands solidly landing on your sides — this time without reserve — to prevent your lower bodies from touching and changes the subject back to when you approached Wonwoo and him.

"Do you always take drinks from guys?"

"Ah, hm. Just the good ones."

"Good alcohol?" His breath is hot against the ear he's speaking directly into. "Or… good boys?"

Biting your lower lip does nothing to hide the unfettered glee you're feeling. "Alcohol, of course." A breathy sigh and you take the leap. "Want a taste?"

There's no need to ask twice. It's like the right key turning its lock. The doctor's initial awkward movements are nowhere to be found as one hand smoothly leaves your hip, turning your chin toward him to meet you halfway with his lips ready to brush against yours. 

At the last minute, he backs off and turns your chin to its original position of facing forward with a smirk you can't see. Who cares about a missed kiss when his other hand slides across your stomach? Urging you to press your ass backwards and grind against the very obvious bulge that his khakis do nothing to hide.

Its growing hardness and promising length cause you to automatically moan, arching your back with the feral need to feel more. Your head tilts to the side, hips swiveling and swaying not to the beat but the rise of his cock. The position willingly grants Joshua access to lick, suck, and bite at the exposed skin. 

He hums along to the music with a melodic voice from what you can hear, though you find more enjoyment in the consistent vibrations against your neck. A naughty hand plays with the tucked-in hem of your blouse and an occasional finger teasingly slips under the waistline of your jeans.

You can now feel Joshua's smirk when in turn, your fingers tangle in the bottom hairs of his mullet. His lips curl up, moving to nibble behind your other ear and breathe in your scent. As delightfully predicted, there's a distinct pull by your rings when you tug them free from the strands that has him pausing. Eliciting a sharp hiss and equally as sharp — but appreciative — thrust against your backside. 

In retaliation, the lax hand caressing your throat tightens around it ever so slightly while he growls in your ear, "You said there has to be something wrong with me, right?"

"Mhm, oh yeah. Totally."

"Wanna fuck around and find out, beautiful?"

Hook, line, and sinker was damn right, Boo Seungkwan. Of course, the devil would be wearing a shirt the same shade as the sky where heaven's clouds make their home.

And you eagerly take the forbidden fruit — his hand, once again — and teeter after him. The red flags are already starting to fly at full mast but into the dimly lit hallway you go, elated to find an empty and quiet corner right before the stairs leading down to the bathrooms.

Underneath the neon glow of the exit sign, Joshua pins you against the wall with your arms laying on his shoulders. If you thought the attacks from his mouth were rough on the dance floor, they turn ten times more animalistic now that he has something to support you with other than strong arms and big hands. A pair of soft lips and the warm wet tongue between them contrast with the digging in of his teeth that follow your necklace chain to its adorning pendant. 

It hangs in the v-neck window of your blouse and he lets out a tiny grunt of displeasure at the breasts being concealed away by the fabric and its many buttons. That doesn't stop him from tugging the bottom of the shirt free like a petulant child, nothing preventing his fingers now free to tickle and feel up the bare skin beneath. 

This man is good at distraction. You don't think much of the light grazing beneath your tits, only a fleeting and casual touch. It feels so good when he cups under them like an additional support for the bra you're wearing and squeezes, causing you to keen and push yourself further into him. Then quick as lightning, one hand sneaks around the back to unhook the bra's clasp and the other deftly unbuttons your jeans.

"Joshua!" you squeak in protest, stepping back and pressing flat against the wall. You're quick to rush and slap a hand against your chest to keep the beloved strapless bra that's served you well from falling to the ground. "Is your red flag undressing someone in public?"

"Only if you insist 'cause surely I would never decline such a request being the gentleman that I am." The doctor makes no further move despite the way he licks his lips and teases, only chuckling at the menacing way you squint. "Just know my full intentions are to be touching all over and especially under whatever layers you're wearing very shortly."

There's no use hiding the whine that escapes when he places a hand on the wall next to you and leans in with a smirk.

"However, sweetheart… " 

You catch his line of sight dart off to the left and your heart plummets, the fear of being left high and dry (wet) setting in. "Josh — "

"You'll have to forgive this rich boy's schemes. You see, I've always been very spoiled and just have to take what I want right away. And you're much too irresistible…" 

He speaks casually. Like your jeans weren't suddenly unzippered and he isn't currently running a tantalizing finger on the fabric below the waistband of your panties, causing them to soaken further down. Way more than they already had and almost where you need him but also not even close in the slightest. 

"Though as a rich boy," he continues, "I'm more than familiar with providing a small courtesy here and there. Would this club's filthy bathroom offer enough privacy for you, gorgeous?"

"… Only if you make sure I'm presentable enough to get down there… and back up here after, for when I have to leave with my friends."

Joshua's eyes widen before he's throwing his head back and laughing, bright and cheery like he's not going to rearrange your guts. "So you don't expect to go home with me? Maybe I won't be such a walking red flag to you."

"Doubtful. Now fix me up, Doctor." 

"With pleasure." 

It's not like there are as many people milling about as in the main area. Still, it's good to be conscientious. The same adept hands re-fasten your top undergarment efficiently. When he ducks his head to kindly fix your pants — which is sort of hot — you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear for shit-and-giggles to gauge his reaction.

"You know there's a front clasp too."

He glances up from where he's eye-level with your covered breasts, eyes darkening. Bingo. 

"What a little whore we have here, hm?"

The nonchalant, degrading question and burning desire in his gaze makes your knees weaken, arousal skyrocketing. Enough that you almost throw all caution to the wind for him to fuck you. Right here, right now. But then he's pulling away, offering a palm you can't seem to refrain from taking a hold of. And ever the true picture of being a gentleman — helps you descend down the dark stairwell.

Your killer heels really do nothing for you physically (besides the threat of rolling an ankle) because it doesn't matter how tall or short you end up with them on. It's the confidence and ego that are heightened exponentially, which is all that matters. 

That's why you follow Joshua Hong into the sketchy bathroom, let him lock the door, and bat your eyelashes with a coy smile. Leaning against the sink and fussing with your blouse as he approaches like a predator eyeing up its prey. Greedily drinking in the bare skin revealed by each button that's undone until only one is still fastened — right across your tits — that the man can unclasp himself if he so chooses.

Barely anything stopped him before anyways.

And that's what also fuels you to put your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies close together. Even closer by hooking your right leg across his hip, the point of your heel digging intentionally into the back of his other thigh. It's hot and hard — the dick bulge that keeps growing pressed tightly into the snug warmth of your core — and Joshua lets you grind down and dampen his khakis for a few moments longer than expected.

"Desperate, aren't you? Didn't wanna fuck in public 'cause you're freakier behind closed doors?"

"Just a little." You fight back the urge to whimper or admit anything to him. Like you aren't humping his length that only swells more and feels achingly thicker the harder you rut against it, eyelids fluttering the few times it's able to deliciously spread your pussy lips just the slightest through your clothes. "I'm so wet — "

"The more of a mess you leave on my pants, the longer I'll have to edge you while waiting for them to dry." Joshua grins cockily at you trying to force your hips to stop themselves only to struggle pathetically in vain. "Think you'd like that. Haven't even gotten to fuck this hot little cunt yet and I'm already certain I wouldn't mind being buried in there for hours. But don't know if your friends will stick around for that long…"

"J-Josh, ah — Shua… mhm!"

"So I think you'd better behave if you know what's good for you," he stills your hips hard, "fuckin' slut."

You mewl at the hard, rude thrust that bumps your clit as if he was actually fucking you. Like goo, you let him manhandle you around so you're bent over and facing the smudged mirror, hands gripping tightly to each side of the sink basin. Aided by the reflections, you witness how he shamelessly ogles the tempting ass that's been rubbing all over him all night. And of course that means you have to perk up and wiggle your hips, giving him quite a show.

The small distance between you clears the lust cloud and you throw a smoldering glance over your shoulder. "If you fuck me with my heels on, I'll give you a chance with them off."

Joshua swats your ass — not very hard but you release a yelp of surprise. "Wasn't aware that you were running the show, sweetheart."

"It's my backside you're looking at."

"Knew you were mouthy the minute I saw you. You're aware of how kind I am, so let me give you a choice." He's anything but kind as he sighs and leans his weight over top of you. Despite the bracing strength of his arms, you feel suffocated by just being caged in between them and the overpowering scent of his cologne. "I shut you up with either my fingers in your mouth or around your throat."

Oh… decisions, decisions! Long fingers that would surely feel best deep inside your pussy but that wasn't one of the options. You purse your lips in thought and arch up, balancing the heavy cock supported by your ass and unconsciously pouting. Joshua has the audacity to look at the time while brushing back his hair and clicks his tongue.

"Wow, I'm letting you choose between sucking on my fingers like a slut or being choked like a whore and you still can't decide? What a high maintenance toy."

The urge to scoff is extremely strong. "Sucking it is then, Doctor Hong," you say sweetly and then add with a sneer, "like the perfect slut that I truly am."

"When your friends all said you were nothing but a gentle soul, I knew they were duped. Only one was partially truthful in saying you could be sassy which doesn't even come close. Little do they know there's a bratty cockwhore with quite a bite underneath all that charm."

"Haven't fucked any of them, that's why. No plans to either."

"Yeah, what was it you like — oh right, good boys?" He laughs — low, mean, and degrading. "Then what am I, sweetheart?"

"A doctor who's full of himself and needs taken down a few, ha, pegs."

"Ah, there it is." Joshua undoes the final button, slipping a curious finger beneath the bra's front hook pulling your tits together. You shiver when it snaps against your skin after he retracts, pointer finger tracing a lazy line up your throat to its final destination. "The attitude."

You willingly part your lips, lolling your tongue out mischievously to match the roll of your eyes. "Someone gets off on it."

"Is that so?" He smears the lipgloss on your lower lip by pulling it down before releasing it. "Do you think this is all a coincidence, darling?" Meeting the hardened gaze in the mirror, you shake your head. "The minute I saw such a sparkling gem on Wonwoo's story, I just had to have it for myself."

It's not hard to guess what he's referring to. A couple weeks ago, you wore enough scraps of fabric to just cover your nipples and the areas between your legs. Drinking far too much and hanging off of the WonGyu duo's broad frames while the whole gang partied it up together at Vernon's. You had even asked them to send you the videos and pictures after because damn, you did look hot as fuck.

Who knew it would be bait for an entitled pretty boy? 

"At least you waited to find me when I wasn't drunk."

"Much more fun to break someone sober."

"Glad to know consensual exists in your vocabulary."

"How about it — will you let me destroy this little pussy of yours and ruin it to keep you crawling back to me for more?"

"Sure, if you ever stop talking and actually do something — "

Joshua's quick to shut you up, almost cracking your jaw with the harsh thumb that's jammed in the corner of your mouth to prop it open. The following two fingers are thrust cruelly inside as a replacement so it can move to keep your chin steady. They're able to reach so far when pinning down your tongue, ending up wedged near the back of your throat so you're already gagging around them. 

"Most sluts behave the second I drop the nice guy act. But boy oh boy, it only makes you act up more, eh?" 

He finally does away with your bra to allow those gorgeous tits to spill out and casually rips the garment from your body like it's personally offended him. Maybe it has. Shoving it away into his back pocket and then urgently tugging your jeans down. The binding position you're left in helps keep your shaky legs in place while you cling to the sink like it's a lifeline. Upper body supported only by the cruel hold he has on your face until he yanks it back so you're flush against him instead, the cool baby-blue silk of his shirt set ablaze by your shared body heat. 

"Next time, wear something that has easier access. Or better yet… maybe nothing at all or I'll be forced to rip it off." A piercing set of eyes attempt to glare into yours that roll back delightfully despite what's likely some snark ends up sounding all jumbled. "Oh yes, there will be a next time, sweetheart. I have to train this cunt to yearn for my cock — and you don't think you'll get it that easily, right?"

Joshua chuckles darkly knowing you can't reply. But liking to be full of surprises, you relax your upper jaw while his fingers trail across your pelvis and close your lips around the ones in your mouth. Suckling and swirling once the tension in them relaxes despite the naughty thought of biting. That doesn't eliminate the occasional graze of your teeth as a threat, responding to his words in your own way.

"Just look at yourself, slobbering all over… bet you suck cock like a champ. And prolly like it real messy. How well-trained you'd look trying to balance on these pointed heels while I fuck that bratty mouth."

You moan at the visual he's painted in your head. 

"That's right, darling." There's a mean pinch to your clit followed by the man's groan at the ruined fabric squelching between his fingertips and how the covered little nub was already begging for friction. "Now tell me how long your cunt's been warming up and soaking these drenched panties?"

"Since the beginning…" you admit once he's freed your sore mouth and chooses to bully your breasts next. "When you looked at me."

He snickers, pushing your underwear to the side and petting at the bare slippery folds. Just able to barely see a small glimpse of where his actions play with your lower body in the mirror. At least your expressions make up for what he misses seeing.

"Aw, this soft pussy started drooling the minute I laid eyes on you? While I was imagining all the things I could do to these tits," the hand on one of them palms at the rounded flesh hard. "This ass," his pelvis grinds in a slow circle against it. "Mhm, and of course, this hidden gem." 

At that, a thumb brutally rubs at your clit while plunging a finger inside the warm, wet walls that eagerly pulse around it. You weren't wrong about how good the digit would feel inside, the length and stretch of its bony knuckle feeling good enough to substitute as a mini-dick when Joshua starts a slow and methodical pace with it.

"Thought about having you spread out in the backseat of my Bugatti La Voiture Noire, you'd look like a vision laying across its leather seats. And the best thing? No one can see inside so you'll get your much desired privacy while being right out in the open."

Then he's adding another finger, longer than the first. And finally one more with an additional push in and out of the others. Clearly his experience on how to work a pussy is more than helpful. Alternating between stuffing your hole full of all three or changing up the pace and number each turn. 

And of course, your chest is attended to as well. Both nipples tugged in iterations to match the rhythm of each finger spearing into your cunt, the pendant of your necklace bouncing in time. Without fail, he hits the bundle of nerves with a deadly precision that has you going slack against him.

"Maybe we should do that 'cause," he mumbles in your ear, "this filthy hole is awfully good at convincing me to spoil its owner like no one else. Let's see if it can tell me how much it'll want me to fill it up one day."

Your ears ring with the devastating screams of white noise at the sudden stop. The moans you were letting out trail off into a dissatisfied growl. His hand falls away from your upper body while the one in between your legs merely sits nice and snug, still inside but not moving. Far too relaxed, limp even.

"Joshua!"

"C'mon, weren't you listening? Convince me."

"Fuck you," is what you spit out, glaring at the challenging and impossibly smug reflection of the menace behind you. 

"You didn't say fuck off, so… I'm waiting." 

Another check at his watch like he's bored infuriates you enough to move your hips. Whining at how his fingers fail to stiffen and only follow your pitiful motions back and forth. Out of protest, you reach behind and take a harsh hold of the hard length you're able to grab.

"Watch it, darling!" Joshua flinches and the way his cock twitches dulls the venomous words that come next. "Or I'll leave you here all needy and by yourself, waiting for some other pathetic dick to hop onto in order to satiate just a little bit of this wet and slutty pussy's behaviors."

Well, that idea doesn't appeal to you whatsoever so you lean on the sink with a huff to do what needs done. It's a struggle to stay balanced on your heels while grabbing at his wrist but a small part of you knows he won't let you fall, a bicep supporting under your breasts. Revenge comes sweetly by digging your nails into the tense muscle of his forearm and leaving scratch marks that have him hissing.

And now you know for sure —  despite the doctor's incredibly huge ego and big talk, Joshua Hong's no better than a painslut.

"Hah," you breathe out and start to slowly rock your hips. "Disrespectfully, go to hell."

Ignoring the abrasive insult — because he's a demon anyways — Joshua focuses on the wet suctioning sound growing louder the faster you move. The feeling of your tits and necklace hitting his arm to the beat of your hip bounces and enjoying the view of how his fingers disappear beyond the jiggle of your asscheeks. Up into the tight heat of velvety walls as you force his hand to behave and serve your needs like one of your dildos, though they've never been this uncooperative.

"That's it. Yeah, there we go… just like that. Go ahead and make yourself cum riding my fingers, beautiful. Uh-huh, now who's using me like a little whore to get off?"

You're already losing yourself. Waiting for that rising wave to crest because despite his annoying mouth, Joshua's fingers are more than skilled enough to hurl you into a delightful climax. As long as nothing interrupts it.

"Answer me — or I'll make you choke yourself."

"Mhm…"

He likes seeing how your face contorts, moans getting louder. It's too addicting which is why he growls out, "Do it." 

It's a feat to let go of the sink but the reward is to move his arm around your bra-line to your throat, making his hand envelope it. The visual in the mirror is depraved — limbs all wrapped and tangled with each other — and your half-closed eyes taunt the searing gaze in the mirror, repeating his words right back. 

"Why not do it yourself, Doctor?"

"Are you some sort of succubus or what?" He spits out the question like it's the germs on the toilet seat next to you. Freeing himself momentarily from the grip of your hand and your cunt, the man's at least nice enough to assuage the pissed off whine with a consoling lick up your neck and tugs impatiently at your pants. "Take these off."

"Go fuck yourself," you mutter darkly with half the mind to walk out of there. But you do as he says, quickly shimmying them off while your clit buzzes and twitches angrily at the neglect of stimulation again. 

Joshua's eyes don't look away, his hands steadying your hips and your pussy aching when you hear how he slowly slurps on his fingers to clean them. Once you step back into your heels, he throws the jeans over his shoulder. 

"Careful with the phone," you threaten. 

Joshua snorts and bends over to secure a strap for you — sucking harshly on the skin of your thigh as a "you're welcome" but pulling away before your hands can tangle in his hair and keep him down there. 

"Wrong thing to say to someone who likes broken and expensive things. Shouldn't you be warning me not to break something else?" Suddenly, your other shoe dangles precariously off your foot when he uses a strong hand to lift and support your leg onto the sink's surface. "Like this poor pussy?" 

The straining burn in your muscles and the added chill of the porcelain is all alleviated by harsh rubbing at the tender skin of your entrance. Middle and pointer finger eagerly prying sloppy pussy lips apart once again.

"Ah, but I might enjoy that." 

A clear glob of arousal drips from your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. Joshua leers hungrily past your shoulder at the mirror's erotic display of your exposed cunt and the wetness shining under the buzz of the bathroom's fluorescent lights.

"Dirty and yet it's such a pretty little jewel. Sparkling and glistening so, so lovely that I can't wait to watch it shatter while playing with it."

Finally, all three fingers from before work in tandem to scissor repeatedly inside of your tight warmth without forgiveness. This time, the devil has nothing but good intentions to send you over the peak of pleasure. His eyes can't stop feasting on the raunchy way your greedy hole gobbles up his fingers. The loud squelches accompanying his motions echo around the small enclosed space, mixing with the warm breath hitting the side of his cheek from your gasping moans.

Joshua thinks it's mighty cute how puffy your outer pussy lips grow and struggle to spread around the thick and long digits shoved inside plus the onslaught of his thumb bullying your clit. The angle shows the slightest bulge of them relentlessly stroking the bundle of nerves that has your leg twitching from the sheer pleasure.

He focuses on bringing you there, all on what you're feeling rather than his own pleasure because you have the most convincing cunt ever that deserves to be ravaged by a large, girthy cock. A shame it has to wait because he cannot give in so easily. But you're definitely a piece of work. Joshua likes that. 

"Gonna keep making a mess on my fingers, darling? Leave 'em all sweet and wet enough for me to wrap around my dick later and pretend it's your pussy instead."

You'll be the death of him when your head rolls into the crease of his neck, drool dampening the skin as you mouth senselessly at the vein protruding beneath. There's a sharp sting — the certain kind he hasn't felt in a very long time. A telltale warning of a hickey, the beautiful colors of red and purple already rushing to the surface and decorated by little nips of your teeth after you soothe the pain with your tongue.

No one marks up Joshua Hong. Sure, he's had lipstick stains before but those can easily be swiped off with a handkerchief and washed away in the shower. He can't help but smirk though, knowing when he eventually wipes your sticky lipgloss off, something of you will remain for a bit.

However you can't go without a little punishment. If you can even call it that when he returns to wrapping a hand around your throat. Anyone else who dared to leave a mark would be walked away from. But you — you simply lose enough oxygen causing your head to spin more pleasantly than it already is. 

And you claw at his forearm, scratching it up ten times more to serve as a further reminder for Joshua to look at. You're by no means urging him to stop but to earnestly keep going while simultaneously searching for something — anything — to anchor you down as you float into an almost unconscious state of pure ecstasy. 

It's by far the strongest, most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced. Becoming nothing but a bag of bones in his arms as your walls pulsate around his fingers and the fruitful expenditure of your release drips down his wrist.

He stays in that position, unable to move anyways with the vice-like grip of your spasming cunt cramping his fingers. Instead, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible by squeezing and releasing the pressure on your throat over and over again. The true picture of debauchery — heaven and sin mixed in one — and he kind of wishes for a third arm to take a photo for a keepsake. 

Everything in your body aches deliciously. You feel both refreshed and exhausted when you finally come to and even then Joshua supports your weak body as you try to regain control over your wits and whereabouts.

"Pants," you croak out and wave him off when he tries to gentlemanly assist. Which he still kind of has to when you almost topple face-first on legs that feel like jelly. "Bra." 

Joshua's a little less enthusiastic to hand that over, bitter sarcasm lacing his words. "Wow, won't even grant me a souvenir?"

"Boo-hoo," you gripe back and pretend not to notice the eyes glued to the way your tits bounce when adjusting the garment around them. Turning to look in the mirror, you work on dulling the "just got fingered in the bathroom" appearance. "It's not like you need one and it seems even less likely you'll keep anything from a stranger, especially lingerie."

"Hm, I like how well you read me."

"Of course you do, fuels that large privileged ego. Don't get used to it. But, want me to do something about that one though?"

He coughs at the rather suggestive insult, shifting his pants and shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide the messy boner you're referencing. "Guess I did a great job if you're begging for it already."

"Oh, for goodness sake I'm being courteous."

"Cute." 

Joshua admits it almost like he's startled by the words that escape his mouth. Further surprising both of you with a clumsy, sloppy kiss to the cheek when he leans over to fasten the top button of your blouse. As if embarrassed, he's already halfway out the door when he remembers to mention, "I'll be thinking of you darling, look forward to your call!"

You're left staring at the saliva spot reflected on your cheek in shock. And then, you wipe it off with the rest of the accumulated sweat to make yourself a bit more presentable and then head back to the club as naturally as possible.

Dr. Hong is seemingly nowhere in sight as expected. You figure it would be hard to return with a raging boner despite the low lighting and he probably left through the back exit to likely jerk off in his ridiculously expensive car. The visual of white ropes of cum streaming past the steel band of the Royal Oak around his wrist haunts your mind, making your aching core buzz to life again and your sticky panties even grosser.

Out of pure spite, you hope he stains his shirt too. 

Luckily, Seungkwan is still at the bar when you wobble over in search of him. He shouts your name in mock shock, assessing your appearance with pursed lips and eyeballing your figure dubiously. 

"You look like hell."

"Yeah?" you laugh it off as nonchalantly as possible, unaware of the phone in your back pocket lighting up with a returned text message from a newly saved number and a scandalous picture attached. "I just got back."

onlyseokmins: July 2023 ©

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WIP WEEKEND! Make Me Write

I reorganized a few things this week, and added links to the tags if you want to track down previous WIP sneak-peeks of a few things. Send me an emoji (one WIP per ask, but idc how many emojis per WIP per ask) and I'll write at least 3 sentences and share a bit!

**NEW**📼- STEITH WEEK is coming for us all, there is no escape. NSFW Sneak peak below. Make me finish this pwp with surprise feelings maybe? Track all my Steith Week stuff here if you dare.

👩‍👩‍👦 - the Stranger Moms fic. There's plot now. Might be a S5 thing. Liz Harrington/Claudia Henderson meet ugly eventual romance. You can follow the tag here.

🐉 - Steve finds a dragon in his closet. (Steddie, ft Dustin's unsafe scienigal experiments)

🏰 - Shenanigans in Steve's attic thanks to his dad's latest experiment. It's basically Honey I Shrunk The Kids, but ST canon compliant as well. (Pre-Steddie, ft Erica & Dustin, intended to be a drabble and/or short fic, but I'm outta control.)

⚔️ - A Knight's Tale (with magic) AU, Ronance with side Steddie (and other various pairings), but it's 90% Wheeler sibling feels.

🤫 - Steddie Big Bang (this has gone under so many genre changes, all I'll say it's still a romance and has a happy ending. I'll write 3 sentences, and share some stuff from ⚔️)

🛼 - Sapphic Mini Bang (90s Bubblescoop with background Stommy; I'll write 3 sentences, and 👩‍👩‍👦)

**NEW** 🤸‍♂️- I'm going to yeet @tinytalkingtina into a Stedissy aerobics AU, as voted by the @strangerthingswritersguild. I don't make the rules ig. (JK, it's just an aerobics Stedissy AU. Someone will be yeeted though, I respect the democratic process.)

Tagging: @yesdangerpls @machtaholic @augustjustice @cloudsurfing42 @queenie-ofthe-void @felixir-of-moths @sourw0lfs @vthx @pearynice and anyone else who wants to play!

NSFW (cw: period typical thought processes, some roleplay that could edge towards a dubcon scenario; let me know in DM if I missed any cw) snippet of the #steithweek fic below.

"Oh, fuck, this is happening," Keith babbled, leaning more fully against the counter behind him. "Uh, right. Boris Karloff—remember the name Harrington, he was, uh—"

Steve tuned out the actual words, and let the cadence of Keith's voice fill the air around him. The way he stuttered when Steve wrapped a palm around the base of his cock, the way his voice went higher when Steve pressed a kiss against the tip. He'd never actually done this before, given another guy a blow job. He'd gotten gay head once, from a dude outside a club in Indy when he and Robin had braved the city over the summer, but this was his first time on his knees for another guy.

He liked it, he thought. It wasn't so different from doing this for girls, and he'd liked that a lot. Making them feel good, using his mouth to get them off while they gripped his hair and directed his head where they wanted it. Keith wasn't there yet, his hands were clenched on the edge of the counter, as if he wasn't sure he had permission to touch anywhere else, but Steve decided that was fine for now. Until he knew what he was doing, anyway.

"Fuck, Harrington, that's good," Keith moaned, when Steve pulled him all the way out of his pants and put his mouth over the head of his cock.

He didn't suck, just held him inside his mouth, getting used to the weight of a cock on his tongue, but from the way Keith sounded it was the best thing he'd ever felt. Steve grinned internally, feeling powerful and more himself than he'd felt in a long time. King Steve still had it, it seemed, even if he was on his knees and roleplaying an employee worried about losing his job.

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ummmm ummm ummmmm okay please don't execute me for this but --

suggestive artwork ahead. you have been warned. 🫶

the anatomy on this is not so great honestly but I don't care. I just had to get it out of my system quickly. the gay thoughts are consuming me, huzzah!!

based on runs with my partner where we play as Rodger and Glisten respectively and start flirting while waiting for the elevator to open. my human versions, of course, because I'm not sure about drawing or posting the actual toons in these kinds of situations ...

anyway, seeing serious men like Rodger all flustered, awkward and pleading while their partner looks at them smugly and equally longingly just hits a certain spot for me that very few things can do. more of this dynamic, please! (⁠つ⁠≧ 3 ≦⁠)⁠つ

linework and shading !!

traditional sketch !!

bonus: roleplay mode shenanigans with my friends

I was trying to take a good picture to recreate and get a feel for the situation but it seems that dandy got ideas of his own (⁠;;⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠) ...

peace and love, bye !!

[shewhowas39]

recent fic recs (oneshot edition)

as promised, here's my list of oneshots i've read and enjoyed!

i'm going to try to do this more regularly, because i know i post about my own fic a lot, but i really want to spread the love around to all the other amazing creators!

so let's goooo

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Daybreak Ballads by @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate this is a delightful piece of Astarion x f!reader (bard) smut. it features Astarion being petty about being told his poetry isn't your thing, and it's funny and sexy and so in character. easily one of my favorites.

Ethics Review by @kittenintheden you all know kitten's longfic, "Not Your Sweetheart," but have you read her sexy oneshots? this one involves Astarion and unnamed Tav going to Astarion's old office and engaging in a little roleplay. it's hot, but also really fun. her other smutty oneshots are also great, but this one is my fave.

Hot Spell by @harlequinromancing this one is HOT. both in a smutty sense and in a literal sense. read it on a sweltering summer day. you'll be glad you did. Astarion is cold, you are not, you do the math.

For Your Eyes Only by @thedreamlessnights more Astarion smut, but this time featuring protective Astarion who has your back when a creep spies while you're trying to bathe. both really sweet and ultimately sexy. i think my exact comment on the bookmark was "this is some good shit." for what that is worth.

All I Want for Solstice by @atsadi-shenanigans okay so maybe not technically a oneshot because it's 2 chapters, but in the words of Olivia Rodrigo, "fuck it, it's fine." Astarion x named Tav - it's a perfect mix of smut, fluff, and absolute hilarity - including one of the funniest batstarion scenes i've ever read. i'm sure most of y'all are familiar with "Feeding Alligators." this is set in that universe. and it was also a huge inspiration for me to start writing oneshots in my longfic's universe as well. cannot sing this one's praises enough.

...and now i see daylight by @krissynotchrissy and now, after all that smut, have some that is pure sweetness. in which Astarion reflects on when he realized he loved Tav. the ending is also absolutely perfectly tied to the game. i adore this one so much.

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anyway, i'll attempt to do something like these rec lists once a month or so. and htey won't always be all Astarion fic, i promise. i'm trying to find more fic with Shadowheart at the moment, because she's my beloved. so if you have recs for fic starring her, i'm all pointy ears, my love.

[riacte]

🥁 Welcome to the first ever "Choose an unhinged Renchanting moment" ✨ALL STARS EDITION✨!!! 🥁

In which winners of the previous nine (!!) polls and the Last Life burning tower scene will battle it out for ULTIMATE UNHINGED RENCHANTING MOMENT!! Deliberately made to cross over from 2023 to 2024 to wish for a new year full of Renchanting <3

If you don't want to read my lengthy and dramatic sports guy commentary you can skip to the poll right at the end.

Now, let's introduce our beloved competitors! With some clips sponsored by @ani-craft, thank you as always <3

Starting from Round 1, the OG, the beginning of this series in Feb 2023— congrats to "Ren calling Maidtyn "very very sexy" completely unprovoked"!. Now, fellow Tumblr users, this is a historical moment because the Maidtyn trend was the Tumblr response to Martyn being active on Tumblr, and it snowballed into the Mint Mistletoes of MCC19 wearing skins of maid dresses (and a butler suit). This is the tangible impact of the Tumblr fan community on MCC. And of course it's about maid dresses.

Round 1 was quickly followed up by Round 2, and narrowly winning by FOUR votes is... [drumroll] "r/place (2022) when Martyn helped place a pixel of blush on RK Ren"!. Truly a chaotic moment that somehow became a highlight even in the overall chaos of those few days.

But the numbers really peaked in Round 3, aka. the Limited Life edition when Martyn's lore stream repeatedly dropped bombs on us. 100% of these moments are from Martyn, by the way. But which unhinged moment was the most unhinged? Which moment will win like Martyn? Unsurprisingly, the most popular option are those two words that basically sum it up— "UNGUIDED HAND". An unhinged moment that won with a whopping 404 out of 1913 votes.

Things did not calm down after Limited Life. Some might say the moments only became more unhinged. 2.5 months after LimLife ended, Round 4 began. Most of these moments are also from Martyn. Most unhinged of all: "Martyn declaring in a low voice: 'Third Life never ended for me'." Yeah it sure didn't, buddy.

Fast forward to September 2023. Treebark Week 2023! Surely the perfect moment for a poll! Also, I need to add that I was so excited about Round 5 that I posted it before TBW ended and... let's say it immediately got worse the day after I posted the poll. My hubris for assuming it was the end... Anyways, Martyn's Tumblr shenanigans kick in once again. Congrats to "Martyn saying nothing about an ask that claims his character is in love with Ren", which also ended up being a significant post to Scurvyblr. For reasons.

Two months after TBW, the pining gets exponentially worse. And I do mean exponentially. Enter Round 6, which has a lot of insane moments, but there was one clear winner, a moment that swept with 32% of the votes— everybody clap and cheer for "Martyn's 50 word 3L AU drabble - "Luck be with ye.... Hand"!! At the time of writing, that post has 4.1k notes. Martyn's just like us. He's writing fanfiction and that's so real of him.

Merely ten days later, fires are crackling, demons are giggling— it's the Decked Out open day! And we got a Renchanting feast! Round 7 emerged from That Iconic Burning Stone Box and was dedicated to moments the stream day. With 39% of the votes, the unhinged moment that swept was "Ren to Martyn: You have very fine lips there and a wonderful neck for kissing". Honorable mentions go to Martyn's Twitch chat (for surviving), Martyn's viewers (for clipping it with varying degrees of "what did he just say??"), and of course, False (for locking them in and kickstarting whatever the improv demon roleplay was).

A few weeks later, the flames have died down— or have they? Round 8 enters with a steel chair and Ren has more unhinged moments now. Martyn's Tumblr takes home another win with "Martyn reblogging a post that calls Ren his “Minecraft boyfriend”!! This is the third win that's from Martyn's Tumblr blog. You love to see it.

Last but not the least, Round 9 from last week! It's finally Ren's turn to dominate. Our winner is.... "Ren mentions going to sleep and dreaming of Martyn’s 'beautiful, beautiful eyes'"!! Appropriately clipped with the caption "Insane".

But that's not all! In Round 1 + 2, I purposefully excluded the altar scene and the burning tower scene because I felt those two would sweep. Now, I think the altar scene is still untouchable but the burning tower seems almost normal now. (As normal as an unhinged moment could be.)

A new unhinged moment has appeared! Challenger approaching! Last Life Ren purposefully sets his tower on fire after knowing Martyn is watching him and Martyn runs to save him while screaming "Ren, what are you doing to yourself! Stop burning yourself!".

Okay, okay, my dramatic commentary is done. Hey, I'm not a Renchanting fan for nothing. Here's the poll. Have fun :D

Much love to all of you <3 here's to another year of unhinged Renchanting moments!

(Also sorry the r/place should be in 2022 not 2021)

[vespidclan]

More ooc/irl stuff questions, wondering but are you still playing the save, just a few moons ahead. Or did you play it in full/until you were satisfied, and therefore know how the story will end? : 0c

And this is probably some sort of spoilers right now, but once the comic end, will you explain how you did the "404 resetting the moons until she gets what she wants" and other coding shenanigans she did? Like, did you immediatly get Icicle succumbing in the medic den, and turned it into 404's reset shenanigans for the story. Or did you actively "roleplay" as her by resetting until you got what 404 would have wanted? Same for stuff like the bloodthirsty/loyal coding thing etc : 0c

1: I know how it will end because I played the entire save already. Though that was technically a lie, because I played 100 moons in, but I want the story to have 109 moons (hehe reference). The rest of the 9 moons I want to be a surprise for me but aside from that I have an idea for the ending

2: The stuff 404 does was just little additions I made to the story and not actual coding work I did myself. While I was playing the save I never once had the idea of making it meta and that was just something I added later on when I wanted the story to be more than casual, since crazy things do happen and it worked out well enough!

The idea of where I got 404 was funny actually. Only after I finished the story was when I wanted an antagonist but there wasn’t any cat in the game that would’ve been a good fit, and I wanted this antagonist to be ‘inhuman’ and ‘driven by hate’ who ‘messed with the files’ since I was inspired by IHNMAIMS. This was super weird of me to do and I don’t recommend doing it but I just… kept clicking at ‘new clan’ to see if there were any randomly generated cats that were interesting enough to choose and boom! Moththorn!

This is the part where it gets kinda spoilery?? Nothing related to WTTG it’s kinda just background lore lol. I miiiight implement this later in the comics so I’ll put it under the cut

Me making Moththorn into the game was kinda like me dooming her from the start? from the first moment she was in Pineclan she was always meant to become self-aware since that’s what I always planned it to be. She’ll know she’s self aware but she’ll never know that she was specifically programmed to be self aware if that makes sense. Her being added into the game later is also why the gorls ages are so weird and not realistic. cuz they weren’t supposed to be her kids in the first place.

…It’s sorta why she had a close attachment to the game once she went into Out Of Bounds. It’s basically the holder of all things, the ‘god’ of the world and she was relieved to find it since that was what she was after; the truth. The game didn’t kick her out of Out Of Bounds either, mostly out of interest, and it gave her the power to control the Out Of Bounds since having a ‘happy and carefree life’ was what she truly wanted.

Of course then the system begins to start breaking down because this cat is controlling a part of itself. It is trying to stop her but still wanting to keep its status as ‘perfect’ so there isn’t much done to stop it… That’s where we left off at WTTG anyways. I think we’ll get 1 or 2 more parts depending on how much I add hehe

[sea-lanterns]

OKAY BUT WAIT MY BRAIN CONNECTED SOME DOTS talking all about the gl erotica book club. okay so y'know how in clorinde's story quest, fontaine canonically has a goddamn in-universe ttrpg d&d club. okay. hear me out. navia and clorinde being experienced players so one day navia decides to invite angey-sona to join them at the table for one of their oneshot campaigns, y'know, mess around and get on with all them crazy shenanigans

cue navia trying to charisma rizz her way into angey-sona's pants and being completely engrossed in flirting with angey-sona's character, getting a rush of boldness because hey it's just roleplay right 😭 it totally can't hurt to throw a pick-up line her way!!!! we're totally just friends!!!!!

(clorinde is amusedly eyeing navia from her game master seat at the head of the table... navia you're not being slick whatsoever girlie)

hilarious bonus if the campaign setting is a more high fantasy / historical alternate teyvat context where navia plays a princess and angey-sona plays a knight—which ends up with the princess being the one to rescue her pretty and lovely knight from the scary dragon!

honestly there's so much to do with the idea bc while naviangey can both have their silly romcom roleplay moments, imagine the softer conversations too while they're traveling or sitting by the fire and navia's character scoots just a li'l bit closer (also doing it irl too, scooting her chair closer to angey-sona's because "realism just hits different")!

NAVIA INVITING ANGEY-SONA TO THEIR DND SESSIONS 🥹

Okay so here’s a fun fact, though you guys could probably already assume it. Angey-sona is canonically very bad at games. Any game you play, you have a 95% chance of beating her, even if it’s a completely luck based game. Every time Angey-sona has to roll the die to determine her fate in the DnD game, she always rolls such low numbers that she loses almost everything and nearly dies if not for Navia’s character saving her constantly 😭😭

It does not help that Navia flirts with her mid game either. She’d whisper stuff like “if you roll over 15 I’ll kiss you my knight,” and poor Angey-sona’s hands are shaking so much that when she finally throws the die, it’s a fucking 1. She gets the kiss anyway out of pity. But she’s so bad at the game that even Clorinde has to bend the rules a bit for her to even stay alive. At least Navia is helping by saving her all the time…

The princess saves her knight in this campaign <3

[sephirthoughts]

This is like a reverse jehovah's witness knocking ur door but who's the haunted hotel bellhop that u pair vincent with? convert me 👀

OH HO HO strap in my friend because Haunted Hotel Bellhop has been living in my head rent-free ever since that genius of destruction @soundcrusher came to me one day and was like "look at my upside-down man isn't he cute" and i was like "WTF WHERE HAS THIS INVERTED WEIRDO BEEN ALL MY LIFE AND WHY IS HE SO HOT" and soundcrusher was like "he's right there in the haunted hotel how could you not have seen him" and then i had to admit i haven't played rebirth yet cause i'm waiting for PC release (i needs my mods y'all) and then soundcrusher called me a n00b and a fake fan and stuffed me in a locker**.

[**may not have happened]

[IMPORTANT NOTE: all dialogue with @soundcrusher referenced herein has been wildly paraphrased and only represents the basic gist of our actual conversations]

anyway the point is soundcrusher sent me videos and screenshots and more screenshots of bellhop so i could giggle and kick my feet about how adorable he is, and eventually brought up that "hey...this guy kind of reminds me of someone. like kind of a LOT reminds me of someone. you know who i mean right?"

and i was like "yes my cousin goth greg who lives in new orleans and does vampire the masquerade in-person roleplay like it's 1998 and there's not a robust roleplaying community on the internet"

and soundcrusher was like "no. how the hell would i know your weird cousin? i meant he's a lot like nero the sable"

which i totally knew and wasn't even oblivious to the many many ways bellhop's design is clearly supposed to evoke nero.

these include: his color pallette, his skin and hair color (possibly his eye color too though the lighting the game has him in makes it hard to tell), his bandages looking exactly like nero's muzzle, his mannerisms and way of talking being like nero's, etc.

the more we examined the character model (as much as we could with the bandages) the more we realized he really really looks like nero. for example, they have the same exact eye shape, and if you use a character model ripper to extract nero and remove the muzzle, the same exact weird eyebrow shape).

obvs we don't have the bellhop character model to strip the bandages and find out what's goin on under there, but for now it holds up.

(screenshots shamelessly stolen from @soundcrusher 's post about it)

he also hangs upside-down in the pose from the hanged man card from the tarot, which may or may not be relevant to the nero theory but is an interesting tidbit

anywhoozle, soundcrusher whipped up a whole bio and backstory for bellhop, which included the absolute master stroke of naming him Benjamin Hopkins, so that is what he is named forever in my head.

in soundcrusher's backstory, benjamin was originally the unnamed identical twin of nero the sable, born in deepground a moment after nero, and before the darkness consumed their mother. subject N-2 was considered to be defective and thus only kept around as literal spare parts, in case big brother ever needed them. he was not allowed to interact with his brother or half brother and never knew them.

a lot of things happened and a kind scientist hatched a plot to smuggle the kid out of deepground, before promptly dying a tragically heroic death, and thus the child was raised up on the surface world, apart from his twin and half-brother weiss, never knowing them, eventually coming to work and live at the haunted hotel.

it's a lot more complex than that but i am the only one privileged enough to have read all the as yet unpublished parts of soundcrusher's wonderful story world for benjamin so everyone else will have to suffer for now

RE: pairing bellhop with vincent since, in our shared delusion, nero is (unknown to anyone) vincent's son, that makes benjamin also vincent's son, which leads to all kinds of shenanigans when everyone eventually meets.

i also ship bellhop with vincent sometimes outside that fic, but i contain multitudes of universes, so i ship almost everyone with everyone in different contexts

i love soundcrusher's bellhop benjamin so much that i begged and whined asked politely for permission to borrow him for this fic, which is canon to this fic's world, which makes him part of the tangled web that is the valentine family tree.

IN SUMMATION: bellhop's strong resemblance to nero is almost certainly a little joke on the part of the devs to be like "wooo creepy he's like that scary weirdo with the hannibal lecter muzzle and straitjacket who failed to kill yuffie thus making him history's greatest monster" but joke's on them because they have NO IDEA how microscopic and fragmentary a piece of evidence we can base a gigantic web of headcanons on.

🖤THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ABOUT OUR PRECIOUS SON 🖤

[justaprankhan]

-I'm 100% going to make a post about Hannah as a canon character because I got things to say -I actually really do want to play Emily damn it, I like her, but in my head there isn't much left that I want to add to her story and anyway I feel like she'd ditch everybody except Sam, Chris and be vaguely civil with Matt if he tried to save her at least once but that's it? plus I don't think I can write her dialogue in a convincing way so... no? -I REALLY want to write Ellie from T.he Last of Us but same thing as Emily, I don't think I can write her dialogue well enough! Plus I basically only want to focus on her canon interactions because I'm desperate for more Ellie and Joel content and I want him to STAY? to deal with the 'what if he survives instead' aus (and also I ship Ellie and D.ina like hell but I'm already satisfied with how it goes in canon?) But I also know that every time I write her I'll be thinking 'okay but I really really wish I could be writing Hannah more' and that's not good, maybe I should consider adding private muses to my multi in the sense that if someone is mutuals with me here and I see them writing a starter call for some Joel/Tommy/Dina/etc&Ellie shenanigans I can go for it, but nothing more? -I'm talking like I'm writing with a dozen Joels and tlou muses btw but this is all imaginary. -it's Hannah's type of relationships that I want to explore the most? (she's so needy even out of character lol) ironically with Ellie as well because I always say that Ellie is amazing to her (like, I love Clementine from TWD but Hannah wouldn't be shocked by her personality) so I keep returning here. But also I literally follow max 20 people instead of hundreds and I don't know WHERE TO FIND RPERS because 90% of people have characters in multis and often don't appear in group promos, most people aren't making promos, and worse, to find a promo in the tags you need to scroll through 458689 group rp posts -why are all the fandoms I love SO SMALL, between agents of shield and ouat a decade ago I got so used to have 20 different people roleplaying each character and now I wonder where is everybody at

[blackhat-org]

Hey guys .. You should add me on discord-

I’m just_alittlesilly so type that into the add friends bar and .. I’ll add you- I’m also a million times more active there anyway, so yeah.

And I’ll soon be making a server for asks and blablabla just some Villainous shenanigans and general sillies .. And if anyone wants to roleplay that’s cool too (I’m chronically online anyway)

So if you do add me, tell me you came from here! My profile is always Villainous themed and currently Black Hat themed so . If you type in my user and it shows up as a Black Hat profile then you got me eheh.-

I’ll be answering more asks on there! And don’t be afraid to ask anything (Because I will have myself suffer trying to draw it..)

And because my friends are such SIMPS I actually drew uh .. just look-

Isn’t he beautiful? Okay, that’s enough rambling for one post. Hope to see you all soon!