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lusi2020-06-08 09:01 pm
noneforyou) wrote in lusi2020-06-08 09:01 pm
[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit
● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.
1. a sound in my ear
[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.
It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.
Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]
2. a taste on my tongue
[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)
Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.
But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]
You.
3. a touch on my skin
[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]
Hey, come help a guy out, would you?
[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]
Wildcard
[ Anything else you're interested! If you want to set something up in particular, you can plot with me here or hit me up on discord! ]
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.
1. a sound in my ear
[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.
It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.
Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]
2. a taste on my tongue
[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)
Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.
But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]
You.
3. a touch on my skin
[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]
Hey, come help a guy out, would you?
[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]
Wildcard
[ Anything else you're interested! If you want to set something up in particular, you can plot with me here or hit me up on discord! ]
no subject
[It's comes out with a undercurrent of desperation, followed by another messy kiss. He's so close and his heart swells with a type of love and affection while he's here on the edge and seeing Xue Yang give in. Not the kind of feeling one generally has for people but more akin to what he might feel toward his favorite calligraphy brush or one of his treasured hand-painted fans. He's a tool, a prized acquisition, for the moment, at least, and that's a small victory Nie Huaisang is willing to accept and enjoy for what it is for now.
Huaisang lets himself go with a hoarse cry, shuddering hard with his climax. He maintains his grip on Xue Yang's neck, thumbs pressing down harder for a few seconds as he rides out his pleasure before it relaxes again.]
no subject
He can't even tell if he passed out for a moment or stayed conscious the whole time, but Xue Yang gives a sharp, unconscious gasp when those fingers finally let up again. His vision recovers, perhaps a bit slowly, but it isn't long before Nie Huaisang comes back into focus in front of him. On his throat there's the lingering remnants of a pain that never bothered him even when he felt it.
He gives a breathless laugh, then clenches and loosens his grip for a moment. ]
I'm definitely keeping you.
[ That felt really good. ]
no subject
He doesn't make any motion to get up for several more moments but once he does, his knees feel a little wobbly, his ankle still hurting. The fruit still has him in its thrall so rather than try to escape, Huaisang simply stretches out on the bed to rest, eyes drifting closed.
There's plenty of room for Xue Yang to curl up beside him if he chooses or he can leave if that's what he wants. Right now, Huaisang's too tired to protest either way.]
no subject
He's not nearly as tired but he curls up against Nie Huaisang anyway, not hugging or cuddling quite so much as clinging to him. He's a light enough sleeper that he doesn't expect Nie Huaisang to be able to slip away without waking him but that doesn't mean he's going to take any chances.
Besides, the warmth is nice, especially post-orgasm. Using Nie Huaisang for his body heat, Xue Yang shifts slightly closer and lets himself doze off. ]