HUI SHI SFW AND/OR NSFW HCS PLS IM STARVING I LOVE DRAGON CHARACTERS (I love Dan Heng especially his IL form it isn’t surprising for me 😭)
HUI SHI ; WHAT IS IT LIKE ?
pairings ; hui shi x gn!reader
warnings ; vvv soft fluff and smexy times (khehehe), nsfw and sfw headcanons, he's very soft, y'all aren't married yet but might as well be fr, double ds...
a/n ; HUI SHI WAS MY FIRST MANNNN, unfortunately bugbear has my heart BUT MY BEAUTIFUL DRAGON (maybe that's where the dan heng obsession came from...)
oh the prettiest boy, the bestest sweetest troublemaker in the world. the softest most ethereal man and yet your still probably RUNNING FROM PEOPLE EVERY DAMN TIME YOU MEET HIM IN THE HALLWAYS.
it's always the pretty ones fr...
pushing that aside...he's the MOST polite sweetest pretty boy around everyone but you KNOW he's shit talking people behind their back with you every. single. time.
he's not only a BOYFRIEND. he's a best friend. he's girlypop fr but only for his sweetest bestest s/o ever because he's amazing.
people probably won't have any idea you're together unless they really observe. you're his FIRST close friend, and that's fine that's cool, but people still think you're JUST friends...
until they notice the way he looks at you. completely focused, not interrupting not arguing, smiling. not arguing?? hui shi?? no QUESTIONS?? they don't need to see the constant hand holding and the clothes exchanging and messy clothes when you enter shared classes (oo lala, hon hon hon *french*) to know that you're dating or AT LEAST that he's enamoured with you.
our man is an over-thinker, so all though he's very open around you, he's very hesitant at first in the relationship. doesn't know when to touch, what to say, how to really show that he really really likes you.
you'll have to take initiative at first, be very verbal and very slow with the heading into the romantic affection, but when you get to the comfortable point HE WILL SMOTHER YOU WITH LOVE.
not a big fan of pda, but he's very content on giving you love at home. because of the excess of cutesy dates he takes you on, people are quick to assume that he's more of an acts of service person than physical touch, BUT HE'S THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS 💪💪💪
he gets into trouble with certain people because he's a little bit of an interrogator, so he'll come into your dorm room with the most beautiful smile on his face, flowers in hand, pressing chaste kisses to your lips and go, "Please hide me, my dearly beloved."
Get your mans fr.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
bro has the ddd (double dragon dicks)
YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO WRITE ABOUT A DRAGON MAN AND NOT GIVE HIM THE DOUBLE DS?? nah you don't know me fr
I wouldn't say he's like big big, more on the above-average size. Like maybe 5.5 inches when not hard and 6 when it is?? That is MORE than enough so you are set.
I'd say the second one is a lil bigger than by like .2 .3, barely noticeable but it's there.
does not DARE put both in ever, one already has him panting and two is just going to hurt 😔
he will go feral and let out the cutest softest whines ever if you help him out with d no. 2
very much a soft service dom!!! you are priority no. 1!!
i'd say he might have a blind fold kink. because of the vibes.
he makes love and makes love ALONE
also don't think he has the biggest libido nor is ready to go the pound town every day. more of a healthy amount, like maybe once or twice a week, less during exam times.
he will always make sure to ask whether you're still doing well during sex, always stopping to press kisses to your neck
his horns are a lil sensitive, so kiss them or brush your fingers against them is fine, but he is NOT comfortable with holding them tight for support. once or twice is okay!!
he is a hand holder do i need to explain?
very teasing but in the sweetest way, will make the both of you laugh during prep and aftercare because he's the man!!!
aftercare is just talking nice relaxing showers and then taking a nap. it's the best thing ever (bubble baths)
idk what to say man he's just...the sweetest.
(i am not the biggest hui shi girlie so i'm sorry if it wasn't up to your taste!!! now bring siri + eleni, luca, OR MY BBG BESTEST BOY EVIL PSYCHOPATH BOOGEYMAN BUGBEAR and I think I'll be able to them better)
Siri + Eleni = double dom I don’t make the rules. If they had a third person they’d have so much fun doing whatever they wanted
I’ll vanish again, until next time
Vanishes into thin air (again)
PRETTY LITTLE PET
pairings ; siri ( sirius) x afab!reader x eleni
warnings ; smut. just so much smut. soft dom! siri (...somewhat), hard dom! eleni, degradation, praise, reader is afab, they call you pretty, overstimulation, dumbification?? maybe?? idk I'm writing this before writing the whole fic, tag team, established relationship, POLYAMORYYYYY, super soft aftercare, cunnilingus (reader giving), siri is a lorge man, many bi/pan panics from reader's side, using of nicknames like baby, doll, slut, pet, bunny, p in v sex, idk what position this is but you're eating pussy and getting your back blown out, siri has a barbed dick and a breeding kink though unfortunately (for him) he has it wrapped (wrap it before you tap it), eleni and siri make out, siri bites you, scissoring but like...siri is still inside you?? i don't know you to describe this I have never written polyamory I fear, your are shmoll because this is self indulgent
a/n ; anon, oh beautiful anon, how do you come in and drop the most amazing shit and leave...hats off to you my guy you are the saviour for all of my saint spell needs. I'm going to name you void of truth anon, cause you're cool and mysterious and you tell us what we wanna hear. MDNI!!!
"ngh fuck fuck fuck," you babble out, against eleni's leaking hole as she looks down at you, eyes glinting with mischief and sadistic pleasure as she tightens her thighs against your head.
"what, too much for our pretty baby?" she hums, scratching at your head. she can just barely make out your slick covered face from between her thighs, eyes glossy and teary from the slight suffocation and the arousal of it all.
siri smirks, giving a particularly hard thrust into you as he coos, "aww, my bunny's already dumb on my cock."
he pulls up your head, ignoring eleni's glare, as he brings his head next to your ear, lips pressed against the shell of your ear, "do you like it, bun? do you like being fucked on my cock? you do, dontcha? creaming on my dick and just begging me to stuff you full."
he presses soft kisses against your neck, revelling in your fucked out expression before eleni pulls you down sharply, pushing your face back into her cunt.
"yeah, a little too dumb, aren't you?" she scolds, pushing your head further into her as you let out a broken whine of protest, "can't even make me cum cause you're too busy being a cockslut, don't you want to make me feel good too?"
you let out a string of mumbled apologies as you suck on her clit, lapping at her like a thirsty dog. she chuckles, "pathetic...but cute, so I'll let it slide..."
the two share a look, you think, you're too busy suffocating between eleni's thighs, happily so, before siri tugs you up gently, pushing you forward until your cunny is pressed against hers, her clit rubbing against yours in an action that makes you whimper out. you'd moan if your throat wasn't so hoarse from before.
you bury your face into the crook of her neck, whining and panting. eleni hums in satisfaction, patting your head before she grinds her clit down on yours. the sudden action makes your lips part, a broken high pitched moan filling their ears.
she likes that sound, that reaction, and siri's no different. their actions resume on you again, the feeling of eleni's heat gliding over yours reaches siri and the bucking of his hips against your back increases, his waist grabbing onto yours.
your eyes roll back, wanton noises leaving your lips uncontrollably, melting into pathetic needy sobs. eleni's lips manage to meet siri's as they bully your puffy cunt, hands wandering over your body as their tongues slip into each other.
finally, the knot inside you snaps. stronger than before and more sensitive as you come undone for what you're pretty sure is at least the tenth time.
eleni cums with you, guiding the both of you through your high with her hips gently rubbing against yours, cooing into your ear. siri finishes last, but not much long after you, burrowing his face into your hair with a growl as he feels himself spurt into the stupid rubber, promising to him and you that next time he'll get rid of this stupid constraint.
"if it feels that good, maybe i'll have to conjure up a cock on me next time to fuck you, doll," eleni jokes, through you're not sure if it actually is unserious...
"...did we go too rough this time?" siri asks, his arms wrapped around your smaller frame as you use him as a human body pillow, "they're out cold..."
you and eleni are clad in two of his only washed house clothes as of now, leaving him in nothing but a pair of baggy shorts as he brushes his fingers through your hair.
eleni hums, "maybe, but atleast they passed doing what they loved passed doing," siri groans at the response, but he can't deny the smile that sneaks up his face at her words.
you can't deny the snicker that leaves your lips, and you can't deny how absolutely amazing your boyfriend and girlfriend are either.
Timeframe: Early hours during Chandler's shift at the coffee shop
General Notes: Chandler runs into his first boyfriend (and ex) while he's working and is completely unprepared for the onslaught of emotions. With an overwhelming amount of italics.
Warnings: mentions of gay bashing
Working in a coffee shop was boring. Obviously. But Chandler needed the money and the locker that came with the job so he had a place to store his stuff (read: laptop and clothes) while he's in-between living spaces. Really in-between living spaces as he hadn't had a place that was actually his since he moved to NYC and found out he didn't actually get into NYADA. He didn't have the heart to call his mama and tell her that he didn't get into the only college he applied to. He should've listened to her, yes, and applied to multiple safety schools, but Chandler only wanted NYADA. Originally, at least. But recently Chandler started interviewing at the surrounding colleges in New York, and NYU was looking better and better ever open house he went to.
Unfortunately, though, he had still neglected to apply to any of them. Chandler wasn't a pessimist. He had every right to be, but in no way was he. But he highly doubted that with the year off he had could he actually get into a NYC college anymore. Or possibly any college unless it was community. So Chandler had resigned himself to sleeping in random places—and random strangers' beds—until he could figure what exactly he was going to do to get out of all this.
And thus the coffee shop job was born. It gave him something to do during the day, and if he had had to blackmail the owner into giving him a job by accusing him of discrimination, well so what. His manipulation abilities were something he used rarely and only when absolutely necessary. Mostly. Though Chandler might've blackmailed his way into the wrong coffee shop because it was always nearly empty whenever he had his shift. Which was nice, when his manager wasn't around; he could take out his laptop and use the wifi to check his Twitter, tumblr and FaceBook. He could work on his book—that he was actually, honestly almost done with. Swear to the sweet Good Lord. Because if Chandler could find a publisher, an editor, someone, anyone, he had a chance at fixing everything that had gone wrong. He was working on the line, “Justin couldn't breathe. This just...it just couldn't be happening, not—” when he walked in.
Lukas Donovan. Chandler's first boyfriend, first ex, the person who dumped him to run off with Chandler's best friend Mindy. The first person that Chandler met that swung that way. At least, swung half that way. He had been Chandler's first everything, but he never really loved-loved him. Just. Chandler had been in extreme like. He hadn't felt in love until Bradley. Fuck. That was getting shoved back into the deep, dark depths of his mind. Again. Forever.
Lukas walked up to the counter, staring at the menu over Chandler's head, completely oblivious to Chandler. So Chandler saved his progress and gently closed his laptop, pushing it aside. He cleared his throat.
“Yeah, sorry, I've just never ordered in a coffee—” Chandler could see the words die in Lukas' mouth as his eyes met Chandler's. “Holy—. Chandler. Hey.”
Chandler licked his lips and smirked a bit, refusing to acknowledge to himself how it felt to see Lukas. “Luka-Lukas, what on God's green earth are you doing in New York City? Haven't been stalking me, have you, mister?” He winked, forcing himself back into familiar territory, and not the version of himself that had been Lukas' boyfriend and Mindy's best friend. He could do this. He was only Lukas.
Lukas laughed. His laugh hasn't changed. He smiled, looking over Chandler. “Nah, just surveying different campuses. I haven't decided yet if I want to transfer and I thought seeing other universities would help me make my decision.”
“What, lil' ol' Ohio State not good enough for Lukas Donovan?”
Lukas shrugged. “You know how it is, same people, same stories. You got out, though.” He paused. “What've you been up to, Mr. Chandler Kiehl?” And he smiled, honest to God not realizing what exactly he was doing to Chandler.
Chandler sighed, and half smiled. “You know, same old, same old. Finding myself. Livin' the dream. Obviously.” He gestured around the coffee shop. “This is where it's at, Luka-Lukas.”
“Find anyone?”
Chandler stared at Lukas for a moment, unable to exactly process what he said. “Uhm, no,” he said. He glanced down at the counter. “Not since—”
Chandler waved him off. “No, no, it's fine, Luka-Lukas. It's been about a year, I'm fine.” But he wasn't and he knew he wasn't, and all Chandler wanted was to curl into Lukas' arms and have him whisper soothing words. But Chandler knew he still wasn't ready for full-on dating yet. And Lukas was probably still with Mindy. Happy.
Lukas sighed. He ran a hand through his hair and Chandler inwardly winced; to deliberately ruin one's hair.... No thank you.
“So how about yourself?” Chandler asked. “How's my main girl?” Even though she technically wasn't and hasn't been.
Lukas blew out air. “We broke up. Or. We're on break.” He shrugged. “It's a girl thing, I guess.”
Chandler just managed not to roll his eyes at that. “So you're a free man?” he teased, but the smile died when Lukas met his eyes.
“I had actually planned on calling you.”
“You don't have my number anymore. I changed it.”
“I was going to Facebook message you, then.”
Chandler closed his eyes and breathed. He opened them. “Luka-Lukas, you have to know that I will not be your rebound.”
Lukas half smiled. “I don't have rebounds. We'd just be...catching up on lost time. Lost years.”
Chandler wanted to. And he could tell that Lukas wasn't lying; he wanted to be with Chandler again. Or, at least, that was what his mind was telling him. He had gotten into a fight with Mindy and who better to try to find love with than an ex? But Chandler couldn't. As much as he just wanted to jump across the counter and into Lukas' arms, have them wrap around him protectively, caringly, finally giving Chandler a way to just let go...he couldn't. Because he knew Mindy would show back up and Lukas would leave him flat. And since Bradley, Chandler couldn't give himself away to anyone anymore. One night stands were great. Sex was great. But full-on intimacy, with trust and love was still on pause.
Chandler shook his head. “Just call little miss Mindy, Lukas. I'm sure she'll be dying to hear from you by now.”
Lukas sighed. “I'm sorry, Chandler. I wish—”
“Silly, I know, Luka-Lukas. I've dealt with it and moved on. I'm alright.”
“No you're not.”
“No, but I'm alright with you and Mindy. I've been alright with you and Mindy.”
“Because of Bradley?”
Chandler's throat closed. Why was this happening to him? Hasn't he been through enough shit so far in his life that he should be granted a reprieve from this?
Lukas paused. Opened his mouth. Closed it. “It wasn't your fault,” he said cautiously.
I know that, Chandler thought but he couldn't get the words to come out of his mouth. So he shrugged instead.
“Chandler Kiehl. You can't be blaming yourself.”
Chandler gave half a laugh. “Of course I...of course I don't, sweets. I'm just the one who left because he told me to, watching over Scooter because he told me to, giving up Scooter because I couldn't bare to hold the damn Pomeranian anymore!” He wound up shouting, his voice becoming louder and louder.
“Bradley's death was not your fault!”
Chandler felt his eyes burn and he could not believe he was about to start crying at work during his shift. “His parents murdered him, Lukas, do you not understand that? They attacked him and took off, leaving him for dead. If his neighbor from downstairs hadn't gone to check on him during the middle of the night after hearing complete silence from Bradley's apartment—which he knew was weird because Bradley's apartment was always so fucking full of life—he would have died alone in his house! If I hadn't left I could've stopped his parents. I could've called the cops. If I had come back when he hadn't called me, maybe getting there sooner could have saved his life. Do you understand that, Lukas? Do you understand how much I fucked up?!” He felt the tears on his cheeks and scrubbed at them angrily. “Instead, I got the honor of watching him die in the hospital while the doctors tried to do something! They would've even let me stay in the room!”
“Chandler, no one blames you. You didn't expect Bradley's parents to jump off the deep end and attack their only son!”
“I should've! He told me about them, how he hated them, how he couldn't believe had damn lucky he was that the judge listened to him and allowed the emancipation. I never should have left him alone.” Chandler broke off. “I left him alone, Lukas. He was dying, alone. I couldn't...I didn't know I had to be there.”
“You were there in the hospital,” Lukas said softly.
“Yeah, looking at him through a glass window.” He took a shuddering breath. “They wouldn't even let me say goodbye. Because I wasn't family. And then his parents got away with it because they're gone. Just. Gone, Lukas.”
Suddenly, Lukas' arms were around Chandler. He hadn't even noticed that he had come behind the counter. Lukas kissed the side of Chandler's head. “It's still not your fault, Chandler.”
Chandler closed his eyes, smelling Lukas' cologne, reveling in the comfort that it brought him; Lukas hadn't changed his favorite Adidas cologne. Chandler breathed in Lukas, determined to let go. To separate Bradley from himself. To just forget that he even happened. He just wanted all memories of Bradley gone, because none of them made him happy. Nothing associated with Bradley made him happy.
The only way he was happy, was ignoring the past and remembering to smile in the mirror every morning. The only thing he could remember of Bradley that helped, was when Chandler had asked him how he could seem so damn happy all the time. He was a gay teen betrayed by his parents; not exactly a happy backstory.
“There's no point in in staying in the past, my mandler. Why be sad every day when you can enjoy every day?” Bradley had hugged Chandler from behind, snuggling his face in Chandler's neck. “Especially when I can enjoy every day with you.” He kissed his neck. “My mandler.”
