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˓  ㅤ 𔕛 KINKTOBER 2025 : Drug Gone Wrong

Paring : Tang Chen x Amab Assain!Reader

Rating : nsfw

Words : 2.6K

C/W : bottom tangchen/ amab reader/ top reader / age gab / game gone wrong / overstimulation / loss of virginity / rough sex / dirty talk / smut / kink / belly bulge / hunter / prey / sex while camping / drug.

Version : eng

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The moon hung low in the night sky, its pale light painting the forest in ghostly silver and deep pools of shadow.

The air was cool and damp, thick with the scent of pine and moss, but beneath it all lay a darker note—a promise of blood and sweat, of need that had been brewing for far too long.

You moved through the trees like a whisper, every step calculated, every breath measured. You had waited weeks for this moment, studied his patterns, watched from the shadows as he cut down enemies and shattered stone with the same calm ease

Tang Chen, the Clear Sky Sect’s final blade, a living legend—and tonight, your target.

You had meant to kill him. You had meant to slip your dagger between his ribs and end the myth with a single stroke.

But as you watched him by the flickering light of his campfire, the flicker of shadow and flame dancing over his sharp, elegant features, you felt the first thread of doubt coil in your gut.

He looked so alive, so powerful, sitting there with his long hair tumbling over his shoulders, his crimson eyes narrowed against the smoke.

And something inside you—something you didn’t want to name—ached to see him brought low not by death, but by you.

Your hand tightened around the hilt of your dagger, your breath shallow as you circled the clearing. He was alone, unguarded, but every inch of him radiated lethal power.

His spirit pressure crackled in the air, making your skin prickle with a thrill you’d never admit. You’d expected fear—expected to feel the icy calm of the kill—but instead, your blood pulsed hot, your thoughts dark and carnal.

The dagger slipped free of its sheath with a soft whisper, the cold steel a promise in your hand. You stepped forward, a phantom in the night, your heart pounding as you closed the final distance.

He moved before you could strike, his head turning just enough for his crimson gaze to lock on yours.

For a heartbeat, the world fell away—no rustling leaves, no crackle of fire, only the hot press of his stare and the sudden, delicious weight of your desire.

“Assassin,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like silk over a blade.

“Do you really think you can kill me?”

You didn’t answer. Words were useless here, nothing but air and heat.

You lunged, your dagger flashing in the firelight, but he was faster—he caught your wrist in a bruising grip, twisting it until the blade clattered to the ground.

You hissed, twisting your body to break free, but he only smirked, his other hand sliding to your throat in a grip that was half-threat, half-caress.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted across your lips.

“Are you afraid… or excited?”

You shuddered, the heat of him seeping into your skin, his scent—iron and pine and sweat—making your head spin.

Your body was a live wire, every nerve thrumming with the drug’s warmth that still coursed through your veins, every breath ragged with the realization that this was no longer a hunt. It was a surrender.

Your free hand fisted in his hair, yanking him closer, your lips brushing his as you growled out the truth that burned in your chest.

“Both,” said you.

The word was a promise, and he took it—took your mouth with a ferocity that left you gasping. His teeth scraped your lower lip, the metallic tang of blood mingling with the sweetness of his tongue as he claimed you, body and soul.

He pressed you back against the rough bark of a tree, his thigh sliding between yours, the hard line of his cock already straining against the fabric of his pants.

You could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his need, and it made you ache—made you want to tear him open and devour every inch.

You broke the kiss with a gasp, your hand slipping from his hair to his throat, pushing him back just enough to see the flush on his cheeks, the way his pupils had blown wide with hunger.

“On your knees,” your eyes stare at him relentlessly.

The words were a low command, a dark caress, and for a moment he hesitated—proud warrior, living legend, brought to this. But then he sank down, the leaves crunching beneath him as he knelt before you, his breath ragged, his crimson eyes fixed on your face.

You drew your dagger again, pressing the cold steel to his lips, watching as he parted them with a soft, shuddering sigh. He took the blade into his mouth, the silver edge glinting as his tongue flicked out to taste it, a silent offering of surrender.

Your breath caught, your pulse a wild drumbeat as you slid the blade lower, tracing it down his throat, over the sharp line of his collarbone, down to where his shirt hung open, exposing the hard planes of his chest.

He didn’t flinch—didn’t move—just watched you with that hungry, defiant stare that made your blood burn.

You pushed the blade lower still, until it pressed against the waistband of his pants. He gasped, a soft, broken sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

“Do it,” he rasped. “Take what you want… I’ll give you everything.”

Your hands moved with a practiced, ruthless efficiency, stripping away his clothes until he was bare before you, every inch of hard muscle and pale skin yours to claim.

His cock stood thick and flushed, already leaking, and you could see the way his body trembled with the need to be touched.

You sheathed your dagger, your hands sliding over his shoulders, pushing him back until he lay sprawled in the dirt, the moonlight turning his sweat-slick skin to silver.

You straddled his hips, your own clothes falling away as you pressed the head of your cock against his entrance.

He gasped, his hands fisting in the dirt, the stretch of you inside him making his back arch and his lips part in a breathless moan.

“Look at you… the great Tang Chen, reduced to this.”

“Tell me—tell me how badly you want it.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes dark and wild as he met your gaze.

“I want it… I want all of you. Please… don’t stop.”

You didn’t. You rocked your hips forward, filling him inch by slow, deliberate inch, the tight heat of his body making you groan as you buried yourself deep. He cried out, his hands scrabbling at your shoulders, his thighs trembling as you began to move.

Each thrust was a claim, a brand, your breath ragged as you fucked him harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the forest.

His moans filled the night, soft and desperate, the drug’s haze making every sensation sharper, every touch electric.

You leaned down, your lips brushing his ear as you growled.

“You’re mine now, Tang Chen. Say it.”

He shuddered, his voice breaking as he gasped out the words.

“Yours… I’m yours. Please—harder—fuck—!”

You gave him what he begged for, your hips slamming into his with a brutal rhythm that had his whole body shaking, the bulge of you moving inside him visible against the taut skin of his belly.

You pressed your hand there, feeling the way he clenched around you, every pulse of pleasure a shiver under your fingertips.

His cock was trapped between your bodies, leaking against his stomach, each thrust sending shivers of overstimulation through him until he was sobbing your name, lost in the haze of sensation.

“I—I can’t—too much—”

“You can,” you snarled, your breath hot against his lips.

“You’ll take every inch of me. You’ll remember this every time you close your eyes.”

He came first, a cry tearing from his throat as his body tensed and shuddered, hot ropes of cum painting his belly as you fucked him through it, your own climax building until your vision went white.

You buried yourself as deep as you could go, your release spilling inside him, filling him with a heat that left him gasping, trembling beneath you.

For a moment, the forest was silent but for your ragged breaths, the soft crackle of the dying fire, the slow, shuddering whimpers that slipped from his lips.

You stayed there, buried in him, your hand still pressed to his belly, feeling the slow, steady pulse of your cum inside him. And when you finally pulled back, you caught his face in your hands, your thumb brushing away the sweat and tears.

“Remember this, Tang Chen. Remember who you belong to.”

He nodded, his breath still ragged, his lips parting in a soft, breathless sigh.

“Yours… I’ll always be yours.”

And as the moon watched from above, the assassin and the legendary warrior lay tangled in the dirt and sweat, bound by blood and desire and the promise of the next dark, delicious game.

The forest night closed in around you, a cocoon of shadows and silver light that seemed to hold its breath as you pinned Tang Chen’s hips to the earth, his flushed, sweat-slick skin glowing in the flickering firelight.

Every inch of him was yours—his soft gasps, the tremor in his thighs as he tried to close them around your hips, the way his fingers dug into the dirt as if he could anchor himself in the spinning haze of sensation you had wrapped him in.

You hovered over him, your breath ragged, your cock still buried in the tight heat of his body. You could feel every flutter of his walls, every twitch and shudder that told you how close he was to shattering again.

His crimson eyes were half-lidded, lips parted around desperate little whimpers that made your own pulse thunder in your ears.

Your hand slid over the taut swell of his belly, pressing down just enough to feel the thick bulge of your cock moving inside him.

He sobbed at the touch, a broken, keening sound that had your own hips bucking forward, a deep, primal groan tearing from your throat.

“Look at you… so full. You can feel me in your guts, can’t you?”

His head lolled back against the earth, moonlight turning the tear-tracks on his cheeks to silver.

“Yes… gods… it’s too much—”

His words dissolved into a low moan as you ground deeper, the tip of your cock brushing that sweet, swollen spot inside him that made his toes curl and his whole body arch.

You leaned in, your mouth at his ear, your voice a dark, hungry purr.

“But you’re not done yet. I want to see you come again… to feel you clench around me so tight I can’t breathe.”

Your hand slid lower, fingers wrapping around the hard length of his cock, still leaking against his belly. He was so sensitive, every stroke making him gasp and buck beneath you, his thighs trembling, his whole body quivering like a bowstring drawn tight.

You started to move again, slow at first, rolling your hips in lazy, deliberate circles that had him choking on every breath.

Each thrust pushed that thick bulge higher under your palm, the drug’s heat making every slide of your cock a lightning strike that left him raw and desperate.

He tried to speak, but the words came out in a stuttering, breathless rush, his hands scrabbling for purchase as you fucked him harder, deeper, until he was babbling nonsense, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

“Please… please, it’s—gods, it’s too much—!”

“No,” you growled, your hand tightening around his cock, your other still pressing down on his belly to feel every inch of you moving inside him.

“You’re mine, Tang Chen. You’ll take everything I give you… every thrust, every drop.”

Your pace quickened, the slap of your hips echoing in the still night, the forest around you a silent, watchful witness to the debauchery you wrought.

His cries grew louder, the pitch of them raw and pleading as you forced him to the edge over and over, the drag of your cock inside him making him see stars.

You could feel the way he clenched around you, that tight heat milking you with every thrust, and it made your own head spin, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you fucked him harder, chasing that sweet, bone-deep pleasure.

“Cum for me again,” you snarled, your fingers working his cock with relentless, punishing strokes.

“I want to feel you break.”

And he did—his body locking up, back arching off the ground as he came with a strangled scream, hot, sticky release spilling over your hand, his cunt clenching so tight around you that your own orgasm tore through you like a storm.

You buried yourself to the hilt, the hot, pulsing pleasure making your vision go white as you filled him again, spilling so deep you could see the bulge of it in his belly, your cum leaking out around your cock to soak the dirt and leaves beneath him.

For a long moment, there was only the ragged sound of your breathing, the slow, shuddering gasps of Tang Chen as he lay limp and trembling under you, his body still twitching with the aftershocks of overstimulation.

You didn’t pull out—couldn’t, not yet. Instead, you leaned down, your lips brushing his ear, your voice a low, feral whisper.

“We’re not done, Tang Chen… I’m going to fuck you until the dawn breaks and the forest is filled with your cries. I want to see you come so many times you can’t even remember your own name.”

He whimpered at that, a soft, broken sound that had your cock twitching inside him, already hardening again at the thought of how much more he could take.

You rolled your hips, slow and deliberate, feeling the way he sobbed under you, his body so sensitive he flinched at every motion, every brush of your cock against that tender, swollen spot deep inside him.

Your hand slid down to his belly again, pressing harder this time, forcing him to feel the way your cock moved inside him, the thick, pulsing bulge that filled him so completely.

“You’re so tight around me… so fucking perfect.”

You bit down on his shoulder, your voice muffled against his skin as you rutted into him with slow, grinding thrusts that made him keen and sob.

“You were made for this… for me.”

And he was. Tang Chen, the living legend, the spirit master who had a strongest aura beyond a thousand men, reduced to nothing more than a shaking, pliant mess under you, his voice hoarse with pleading as you fucked him slow and deep, the moonlight turning his tears to silver.

You knew you could keep him here all night, that the drug’s fire would only make him more pliant, more desperate, every orgasm leaving him softer, needier, more yours.

You would push him to the edge again and again, until his voice was hoarse with your name and his body no longer remembered anything but the stretch of your cock and the press of your hands.

And as the forest watched, silent and eternal, you claimed him again and again, your name the only word he could remember, your body the only god he would ever worship.

dividers : @uzmacchiato @cafekitsune

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Re-watching Soul Land Donghua - Commentary

I've been a big fan of this donghua since the first time I came across it, and I always come back to it. I adore the characters, the colors, the music, literally everything about it.

This rewatch, I'm going to post a running commentary.

LET'S GO!

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Cdrama: Douluo Continent (2021)

This little room 🤣 #douluocontinent #xiaozhan #viralshort #cdrama #foryou #xiaozhan肖战1005生日快乐

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/ceyxtlL9mCE

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I'm finally watching the second season of Douluo Continent, and it feels so weird how dramatically they start off... Like i get that it's probably important for the plot to have this battle at the beginning, but i still feel like they should've given us some less intense scenes first to start caring about the characters since they're all new actors. So many new faces at once, i feel like i'm watching a group of random strangers fight...

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This is from one of my favorite series in the world 🔥🔥🔥

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Drama Gossip: Douluo Continent (斗罗大陆)

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Having lost his mother at a very young age, Tang San grew up relying on his father just as much as his father relied upon him. Meticulous and mature for his age, with extraordinary talent and wit, he was sent to Nuoding Academy at the age of sixteen to begin pursuing his dream of becoming a great soul master. There, under the tutelage of Yu Xiao Gang, he befriends an orphan by the name of Xiao Wu, and together they begin the long and difficult journey of cultivation. As time passes, the two friends draw ever closer, eventually swearing to look out for each other as siblings for life.

As their power and connection grow, Yu Xiao Gang realizes they need more guidance than he can provide. Sending the pair to the Shrek Academy, Tang San and Xiao Wu join five other prodigies from various academies in their journey of cultivation. Strong in their power, the seven students become known throughout the land as the “Shrek Seven Devils”. With their fame ever-growing, the talents of the Seven are eventually noticed by a few very prominent nobles who invite them to continue their cultivation at the esteemed Tian Dou Royal Academy.

Not long after accepting the invitation, the Seven Devils find themselves caught up in an imperial struggle for power between the first and fourth princes. At the same time, Tang San uncovers a long-hidden secret about his mother’s death. Suddenly facing battles on many fronts, Tang San finds himself forced to fight, not only to protect those he loves but to bring honor to his sect, save his country, and complete his quest to become the greatest soul master of all time.

Source: MyDramaList (2021)

It's Just So Good, Ya'know?

In spite of being a Xiao Zhan fan, I don't love a lot of his dramas. Douluo Continent though, that is one of the few I truly enjoy. This is a rewatch and the parts that irritated me, I still don't like but the parts that I like, I still enjoy.

The biggest problem with this drama is the pacing. This is me being nice but oh boy, the pacing is all over the place with Douluo Continent. Also, I am just not a big fan of the romance in this show. Don't get me wrong, I love Zhu Zhu Qing and Dai Mu Bai's relationship, I had hoped to get more from them. The other two couples among the Seven Devils are quite cute but sometimes really redundant. Especially the many scenes of Xiao Wu and Tang San. I get it, but I did not watch this show for their romance, it's average at best.

That being said, lets talk about the show itself. Fantastical wuxia dramas without long melodramatic or constant betrayal scenes are my favourite. The storyline, the world, the characters, the action, Douluo Continent really is entertaining to watch. A downside? For a show focusing on people's powers and abilities to fight, there is a severe lack of action scenes. Sometimes, I just want the fight scene to drag on or show me more action rather than slow motion scenes of anyone being attacked and falling backwards.

Every time I watch Douluo Continent, I get the urge to watch the animation as well. Unfortunately, the animation is not it for me. So until the second instalment comes out, I really don't think I will consume any content of Douluo Continent except for this drama. A pity, really.

Rating: ★★★★☆

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