#came back to tag these lmao realised I didn’t tag

[kusanagihaku]

oooh could you also do one of those motivational doodles for tohma please :D

tohma believes in u!! unless ur kaito

[roseykat]

https://www.tumblr.com/roseykat/737270057334341632/can-you-make-a-reaction-where-the-reader-is-needy

You know what would be funny about this? That after they're done with the business and come back to her, all horny and ready for action, now she's the one that's busy or not in the mood anymore. Maybe she took care of herself already.

I'd like to see how they react when the positions are reversed and they're forced to wait instead (or deal with it themselves instead)

Ohohoooo Lyra thank you for this opportunity. I had to go all out.

Here is the context to these reactions prior to this post if anyone is wondering lol

TAGS: smut as per, female masturbation, swearing, begging, teasing, mentions of sex toys and restraints, orgasms, nudes/explicit videos.

A/N: I just realised Hyunjin's one is a bit more softer lmao

BANG CHAN

With Chan, he said for you to give him twenty minutes to finish his work, and within that span of time, you’re no longer preoccupied with being so pent up and horny for him. Instead, you’ve grown tired given how late at night it is, resulting in you falling asleep on the couch.

Chan on the other hand managed to work his way through to the prospect that you’re both going to fuck, thinking about it in the back of his mind while he works that it turns him on. He’s never fucked you in his studio - yet. Thought about it however? Multiple times.

He’s always envisioned him fucking you over his desk, having you ride him on his chair, even the couch you lie on is where he'd fuck you too. The both of you would be able to make as much noise as possible with the room being soundproof. Therefore, Chan was hoping there would be a day for it to come only for him to turn around and see you dozing away peacefully.

“Baby,” Chan calls out to you softly, shaking your arm gently.

You open one eye to see that he’s finally finished but wondered briefly if it had actually been twenty minutes or two hours that went by, “done?”

“Yes, just like I promised,” he says.

“Okay,” you stretch and sit up. “Let’s go home.”

Chan stares at you blankly, “but I thought - didn’t you say-“

“I did, twenty minutes ago,” you cut him off. “But, now I’m tired.”

He doesn’t understand, “you don’t want to do it here?”

“Not at the moment, no,” you say to him. “Don’t wanna get caught either.”

You pick up your bag from the side of the couch leaving Chan still remaining in his seat. He looked devastated and surprised at the same time at your response but was nonetheless respectful of your decision. His dream of fucking you in his studio, for the time being was now put on hold.

MINHO

Minho comes back home, almost with a skip in his step knowing that he’s about to get laid. It’s been a while since he fucked you last. But that’s his fault for neglecting that aspect - neglecting you more importantly, above anything else.

As he arrives home, he sets his keys on the hook by the door and takes his shoes off before searching for you throughout the apartment. Minho spots you in the bathroom, bathrobe on, hair bundled up on top of your head with a towel, and a face mask on.

He knows that once you’ve done your skincare, there’s no chance of him fucking you tonight. It means that you’re only prepped and all ready to go to bed, not ready for anything physical.

“I thought you were horny?” Minho asks, visibly confused.

“I was…but now I’m not, and I want to go to bed.”

“W-What about me?” He almost panics.

You chortle, making your way out of the bathroom, past him, and onto the edge of the bed, “what about you?”

“Well I need you too you know.”

“Maybe wait until tomorrow. Plus, I’m spent,” you respond. “All those toys you bought me really did do the trick. I came so many times without you.”

Minho pretends not to be pissed, but he most certainly is, “I’m glad to hear that they have some use then.”

“What do you mean ‘some’ use? I use them quite often thank you very much” you tell him in a rather indignant tone of voice.

“Why use them when you have me?” He retorts, taking offence to that information.

“Toys are more convenient,” you reply just to rub salt into his wound. “I can use them whenever and wherever. Can’t use you when you’re one - never here, and two - don’t make me cum as hard.”

Minho knows you didn’t mean that. You had to be fucking with him. Either way, just hearing you say that makes his blood start to boil.

“I’ll fuck that attitude right out you,” he glares down his nose at you.

You test him even further, “if that’s what you wanna do then you’re just going to have to wait until tomorrow, just like I said.”

CHANGBIN

It hadn't been long since Changbin left for the gym. As much as you wanted him to stay behind and spend some time in the bedroom, you knew you should let him do what he wants. But since that hour and a half that flew by with his personal trainer, you had found yourself busying all around the house.

You had some breakfast, cleaned up in the kitchen, lounge, bedroom, and even tackled the bathroom, all before Changbin came back home. You felt satisfied and accomplished that you were able to do so much in such a timeframe.

Changbin also felt accomplished, but for completely different reasons. He's always guaranteed to feel good after a hard gym session. So much that adrenaline pumps through his veins half an hour after, especially when he’s hitting his PB’s. He doesn’t know what to do with himself other than what he thinks he knows best…

“Whatcha making?” He asks once he's back home, leaning against the counter as he watches you chop up a whole bunch of fruit.

“A lot of fruit salad because I knew you'd be hungry after the gym,” you answer. “Plus I wanted some too.”

“Yum,” Changbin says, dawdling a few steps to stand right behind you. "But I'm not hungry for fruit."

His hands gently hold your hips, pressing you flush against his. He's not always bold like this when it comes to admitting that he's turned on. Changbin will state that he is sometimes, but doesn't always act on it. Usually it's you that needs him. Always jumping on him the minute you feel the slightest bit horny.

"I can make you something else if you want?" You suggest, deciding in the moment that you're going to make this hell for him.

“I want you,” he whispers against the back of your neck.

“Not sure if we have that in the fridge.”

Changbin chuckles, "funny. Whatever happened to you wanting me to stay longer this morning?"

"Not too sure what you're talking about," you say cluelessly.

"I'm one hundred percent sure you wanted me to dick you down before I left for the gym," Changbin guesses very rightly.

"Is that what you thought?”

“That’s exactly what I thought.”

“That’s a shame,” you sigh with regret. “Maybe if you were here earlier, you might’ve gotten what you actually wanted. So for the meantime you’ll just have to settle for a bowl of fruit.”

You finish chopping up the fruit, then place all of the different pieces into a bowl and turn around on the spot to hand it to him. Grabbing your own bowl too, you head over to the table to sit down leaving Changbin in the kitchen, turned on and befuddled.

HYUNJIN

Fifteen minutes was all Hyunjin gave you after wanting some time to finish off his artwork before heading to the bedroom with you. He had spent practically all day fixated on his hobby while you were at work and came home visibly flustered - needing him so badly.

Unfortunately for you, fifteen minutes takes up too much of your night to wait. It was then that you decided to take matters into your own hands and get yourself off instead. All you needed was your vibrator and a homemade sex tape you and Hyunjin filmed on your phone from over a month ago for you to cum in minutes.

That’s all you needed just one orgasm to settle yourself down. To drain all the stress from your body. Although, it was a bit hard to stop after one when you had made it to three. After that, you were just about ready to head to bed.

At that point, Hyunjin finished off the area of the piece he was working on and departed with it for the time being. As he was cleaning up, the sound of running water from the bathroom catches his attention.

"Baby?" Hyunjin knocks on the door.

"Mm? You can come in, I'm just in the bath," you say to him.

He opens the door and walks in to see that you were fully relaxing in a nice hot bubble bath. There was a scented candle lit on the counter, creating a dim setting and a beautiful aroma that filled the room.

"I thought you were waiting for me on the bed," he says, pulling up one of the chair stools from the corner of the bathroom to the side of the tub.

"I was," you say to him. "But I got impatient so I dealt with it myself."

Hyunjin was annoyed to hear that. Not annoyed at you, but himself, "I'm sorry I made you wait. Over a stupid painting of all things-"

"It's fine Hyunnie," you quickly tell him, hoping that he won't feel guilty about it.

"You're not still in the mood are you?" He tries his luck.

"Sorry baby," you respond regretfully. "I'm just so tired."

He thought as much, but Hyunjin isn't mad. He'd never get angry or upset with you for not doing something you don't feel like doing. He is however, happy that you don't feel pressured into fulfilling his needs too.

"That's okay love, I'll cook us some dinner yeah?"

JISUNG

Ever since Jisung saw the state you were in since they finished the show, he couldn’t sit still throughout the interview that took place prior. All he could think about was how many different ways he was going to fuck you when he goes back to the hotel room.

He wants to have you ride him in the bathtub - watching your tits bounce in his face and for him to suck. He wants to fuck you against the wall of the shower, or fuck you against the windows for everyone to see. To fuck you on the desk, on the bed, even the floor.

Thinking about it all, Jisung had fully worked himself up that he swore he was semi-hard during the interview. If you hadn’t of headed back to the hotel, Jisung would’ve found you, taken you into a dressing room, and fucked you raw there.

But no. He had to deal with a painful hard on that he was trying to conceal from everyone on the ride from the venue to the hotel. Once he had made it up to the room in a frantic rush, he closes and locks the door behind him and spots you on your phone, sitting on the bed.

“Please, please, please, please I need you so bad,” he says, nearly gasping for air as he speaks.

Jisung paces over to you and kneels on the floor before the edge of the bed as his head rests between your legs, nuzzling into the inside of your knee. His hands glide up your the sides of your legs, right up the waistband of your pyjama shorts. He was waiting for you to give him the green light to tear them down and eat you out like he’s been deprived of it.

His sudden appearance took you by surprise at first, but after seeing that state he was in, it was like low hanging fruit - an opportunity too good to pass up.

“But you left me Sungie,” you say mournfully. “I had to get off all by myself.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I did say it was only going to take an hour, but it wasn’t my fault because the interview took longer than it should’ve. They kept asking-“

As he babbles away his excuse, almost like he’s about to cry, you can’t help but laugh silently in the back of your mind at how quick Jisung can just flip like a switch. Before he was smug and cocky about leaving you flustered when you needed him. Now he’s on his knees, literally begging for your body.

You use your foot to palm over the hard tent in his pants, forcing him to stifle whimpers, “you’ll be lucky if you even get to cum in your pants Han Jisung."

FELIX

Felix had spent the last half an hour listening to you whine, moan, cry, even scream in the background as he was gaming. Prior to this, he had you lie at the end of his bed, bound pathetically, and tortured with a vibrator that he carefully mounted over your clit. After leaving you like that, his instructions were clear - don’t cum.

As if you were going to listen to him.

Felix had no idea that you came. Multiple times in fact. You managed to pass off your orgasms as frustrated moans without him noticing. Felix should’ve realised after he finished gaming when he turned around and saw the wet mess you involuntarily made on his bed. He didn’t care though, Felix just wanted to fuck you, and was ready for it too.

“Good girl,” he praises, turning the vibrator off and removing it, thin strings of cum still sticking to the toy as it’s being moved.

He could’ve fucked you like this; bound and helpless, but the biggest mistake he made was releasing you from the restraints. Now you were able to move, to stand up from the bed and head over towards the bathroom.

“Thank you,” you say to him before he can even register what you were doing.

“W-Where are you going?” He asks, puzzled.

"Going to have a shower now."

"You're not...you don't want me to fuck you?" Felix responds, struck with so much surprise that his mouth remains ajar.

"I came though so..."

"You came? When I told you not to?" He questions.

"Come on,” you jibe at him. “You didn't actually think that I wasn't going to, after just leaving me like that?"

"Can't I fuck you then?" He urges his suggestion.

"Tonight maybe, if I'm not tired," you shrug. "Looks like you'll have to take care of yourself in the meantime."

Felix doesn't want to do that. He doesn't want to take care of himself. He wants you instead. But that was to be a lesson learnt on his behalf for not fully acknowledging your needs.

SEUNGMIN

It had been hours since you saw Seungmin last. Whilst you had the home to yourself, he was at the company with Jisung, piecing together the last of a song they want to release in the future. You knew how hard he was working on it and even felt a bit guilty after almost interrupting it completely from earlier on.

It’s not always like you to let your needs get the better of you. In saying that, they’re your primal needs. Being horny is not exactly something you can help and having a boyfriend like Seungmin, there is zero guarantee that you'll behave yourself.

He's a fine man and the thought of his body and all the instances when you've had sex were used as a reference to help get yourself off while he was absent. Straight after that, you came right back to your senses, truly reinforcing the meaning of 'post-nut clarity'.

Since you had no idea when Seungmin was returning, you weren't going to wait around for him and decided to get out of the house for a bit after showering up and getting ready. You managed to take yourself to a nice cafe, pop into some stores to look at clothes, purchase a few other items - all before Seungmin realised you weren’t home and called you straight away.

"Yes," you answer.

"Where are you?" he gets straight to the point.

"I went out," you respond. "Why's that?"

"It's just that I'm home and I was hoping that you were too."

"Oh, no I'll be out for a while," you tell him, hearing a disgruntled noise on the other end of the line.

"How long?"

"A couple of hours I guess? Why?" You ask again.

"Because I'm fucking hard, and I need you."

You stop dead in your tracks, mouth slightly parted in shock. Seungmin very rarely admits things like this. The majority of the time, he wants to make it about you rather than him. He delights in the reactions he can bring out of you when you're in the exact same state that he's got himself into now. And for what reason you're not too sure.

When he left the house, he didn't reciprocate any sign of being turned on, at least not as much as you were. Maybe, as he was away, he was thinking of you - he had to have been thinking about you to work himself up like that. Then for him to admit it is something else...

"Really?" You reply. "And what are you going to do about it?"

Seungmin groans, "come home please. I need to fuck you - that's what I'm going to do about it."

"Hmm, I dunno. I am supposed to be meeting up with a friend soon..."

"Reschedule with them or go later,” he suggests, growing steadily impatient. “Please come home, for me.”

“Nah, I dunno,” you sigh. “I don’t want to be that friend.”

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last until then,” Seungmin says to himself even though you can hear him loud and clear. He does sound really desperate.

“Sorry Minnie, looks like you’ll have to figure this one out on your own.”

JEONGIN

The few sources of motivation that Jeongin had to drag him throughout the remainder of dance practice were a couple of explicit photo of yourself. That was to be followed up with a five second video of you pleasuring yourself in front of a mirror, waiting for Jeongin to come home.

He made sure that his phone was on mute and that nobody was close by just in case. Once he was safe, Jeongin played the video. Watching you tease your clit, fingers sliding down to your wet hole but not fully fucking yourself.

Jeongin swallows, exits out of the video, locks his phone, then tries desparately to forget the images he just saw in order to continue with the last ten minutes of dance practice. But as soon as that's over, he's out the door and doesn't look back. On his way home, he decides to flick you a message as a forewarning for what's about to happen when he arrives.

From Jeongin: I asked you to send me another pic, not a video of you playing with yourself. Think I might have to punish you for that.

To his displeasure though, he never received your response. All he gets is an empty apartment, nobody else home except him. So he decides to text you again.

From Jeongin to you: where are you??

To Jeongin from you: out

From Jeongin to you: now you respond to my text

To Jeongin from you: didn’t even see it sorry

From Jeongin to you: okay well, you can come home now.

To Jeongin from you: what for? I’m at the supermarket getting groceries

From Jeongin to you: shit, ring me

You look down at the messages from Jeongin with suspicion. He was acting weird, but that’s probably because you had in fact sent him a series of nudes this morning that he’s clearly going feral over. However, you decide to do as he asks if you and ring him.

“Hey,” you answer.

“Please get me off.”

Your eyes widen, “whatever happened to ‘hello’?”

“Y/N I’m serious,” Jeongin responds pleadingly.

“I’m in a public place full of people Jeongin, now isn’t really a good time,” you tell him flatly. “Plus, you have hands.”

“Hands that aren’t going to do the trick because I need you,” he replies.

“Oh, so you need me?” You tease him.

“Yes, fuck - I need you, please just-“

“Hold on my phones about die, I’ll see you when I get home.”

The line on Jeongin’s phone cuts as he looks down at his screen in horror as if the device is melting through his fingers. His heart plummets into his stomach. There’s no way you just left him like that. You wouldn’t do that to him. You wouldn’t just leave him hard and horny. You’re supposed to be his good girl.

Supposed to be at least.

[shunsuiken]

WELCOME HOME, RASCAL! (a SAGAU)

synopsis. kamisato ayato, a character you’ve been waiting for the past eight months is finally rerunning on the limited-character banner. your luck on the last banner had left you devastated but this time, after being isekai’d into the world of genshin impact, should bring it up a notch.

tags. gn!creator!reader + fluff + implied reader x ayato + but technically this whole concept is like the genshin men x reader lmao + reader is physically affectionate

warnings. none

wc. 1.3k

an. this was inspired by my successful and expensive ayato pulls from last year <//3 also i KNOW the reader is the creator and could technically “pull” for ayato even without wishes but ykw lets say this creator!reader wanted to do the dirty work so they could have the satisfaction when they pull for him (take a fucking shot every time you read pull omg </3)

you’re staring at the sky, inhaling and exhaling heavily. there’s a thin sheen of sweat down your back which makes your clothes cling to you uncomfortably. a breeze blows past your nose, gently tickling you.

venti, i’m fine i promise. you sigh in your mind, knowing where that gust of wind came from. seems like he’s visiting mondstadt today.

for the past few minutes, you’ve been having a staring contest with the sky. your acolytes—your companions—grow worried at the sight of you. you’re unmoving and it also looks as if you’ve stopped breathing.

“your grace?” albedo calls out to you, giving you a soft smile. “the skies are ready for your command.”

you sigh, nodding your head. “yes, i’m aware. i’m just a little—” worried. you finish your sentence in your thoughts.

it’s been a while since you pulled on the limited-character banner.

you’ve been saving for ayato, specifically.

you have exactly sixty wishes—yes, you’re aware how risky it is to pull because if all goes wrong there is no backup plan. you’re tapping your finger against your lips to contemplate your decision again.

“your grace, if it makes you feel any better, i’m happy to remind you that you are the commander of the stars,” thoma’s voice pipes up and your expression shatters with a nervous smile.

“thank you, thoma. i appreciate it.”

“my lord will heed your words, you can count on it!” thoma encourages you, nodding his head like a puppy and you almost coo if it weren’t for the current situation.

you maintain your composure, lifting your hand to pet thoma’s head fondly. “i hope you never change.”

itto, who’s vibrating on the side next to shinobu, is ecstatic to hear about the homecoming of his best bro. honestly, he was just about as sad as you when he didn’t come home the last time. “hit it, your grace!” he yells in excitement.

you turn to the skies that are now a grand mixture of oranges and gold in your abode. “what the oni said!” you grin, voice loud and clear.

your other companions normally watch from the sidelines as you command the skies—or to modern day language—while you make a ten pull for kamisato ayato. there are cheers of excitement and simple “good luck’s” that are thrown into the air, easing the atmosphere and your nerves.

the holographic button shines, the “wish x10” button stares back at you and when you tap on it, a mesmerising shower of blue and purple stars rain across the sky. it is certainly a sight to see. it rivals the meteor showers from your home world. and only those in your abode get the opportunity to witness such a moment. you watch as the blue stars fall in front of you, wisping away and materialising into three star weapons.

you also receive a few constellations for some four star characters including kujou sara and rosaria but other than that, there hasn’t been any sighting of gold in the sky.

“your grace, look up!” tighnari calls you out of your thoughts and your eyes immediately capture the colour of a radiant gold, the dissipating tail of the star glitters like a sunset on the horizon.

you don’t even realise how your feet take you to where the star lands on the grassy field of your abode. you gasp for air to keep up with the excitement but you can’t deny the apprehension that crawls up your spine in anticipation.

“delighted to serve you, your grace.”

you gasp. this voice-

lo and behold, the yashiro commissioner himself appears before you, expression cool and posture poise. only he could ever uphold such grace and elegance.

“ayato! how are you? how was the journey? how do you feel?” you plaster your hands onto the man’s cheeks, checking to see if there were any scars while you bombard him with questions. your hand briefly holds onto his biceps before straightening down his outer coat endearingly.

it’s to everyone’s knowledge of how much of an honour it is for you to physically touch somebody, you are their creator for goodness sake! your hands are delicate yet so powerful at the same time. just a snap of your fingers could erase the existence of teyvat.

so the normally composed commissioner in front of you is rather stunned by your actions. although the experience he’s gained from spending years in politics and serving higher authorities, none of those moments would have ever prepared him for somebody above his rank to react the way you did. he’s stuck in place. you’re so… affectionate. and you carry it with you so boldly too!

goodness me. ayato panics, pursing his lips to contain his smile that desperately tries to reveal itself. “i… i am very well, thank you, your grace.” he avoids your starry-like eyes, voice quieter than usual.

thoma has to use his whole body to stifle his laughter at his lords’ face. how many times are you—is anybody ever going to see the yashiro commissioner so flustered?! oh, he’s never going to hear the end of this from thoma.

“my lord! it seems you’ve been received well.” thoma gives his lord a bright smile and ayato’s eye twitches at the short snicker that comes after his retainer's words. if only my lady were here, she would be giggling along so much too! thoma adds in his mind.

ayato clears his throat, “of course, it’s an honour to be received directly by their grace.” he bows his head towards you and you feel your heart skip a beat at his respectful gesture.

but it’s not the time to be feeling like this. you need to steel your heart. there is still a part of you that wants to scold him for not coming home earlier. “don’t scare me like that again! you had me so worried eight months ago.” you smile through your words but it doesn’t fool the yashiro commissioner.

“that was an oversight on my part, your grace.” heh, figured he’d say something along those lines. “how can i make it up to you?”

hm, how can he make it up to me? you put your chin between your thumb and curled index finger. actually, does he even have to? he’s already here and that’s good enough for me.

“well if you could make yourself comfortable in my humble abode, it’d ease my worries.” you turn your head towards the estate before looking back at him, noticing a strand of his soft blue hair flying in the air. you smile fondly, raising your hand to pat it down.

his eyes animatedly look up to follow where your hand went, and he huffs another soft chuckle at your actions. he’s only been blessed by your appearance once during an official meeting with the raiden shogun and other inazuman officials but who knew you were so loving and gentle in person?

they’re so… adorable. yes, that’s the correct term for them. ayato thinks to himself.

“might i ask if your grace could give me a tour around?”

your eyes sparkle as you nod your own head. “of course i can!”

ayato follows your lead around the abode, listening to your constant chatter, never missing a single word you say. he also gets introduced to everyone in the abode, giving them all a brief introduction with some simple exchanges in between.

you have to hold in your laughter when itto refers to the commissioner as ‘my bro’ again. it seems it still hasn’t occurred to the oni of “his bro’s” identity.

“your grace, i would be delighted to invite you over to the estate for some tea if you have no schedules in the upcoming week,” ayato suggests with a small smile on his face.

you raise a brow. “are you busy right now?”

ayato hums, going over his mental list of things to do. “actually i don’t have a meeting until tomorrow morning.”

“then it’s settled, we’ll have some tea right now!” you offer your hand out to him and he takes it, who is he to decline?

with a soft grunt that leaves his lips from your stronger-than-expected tug of the hand, ayato lets you lead him into your abode.

[miks-delusional-blog]

Just hold my hand - Mizu x fem! reader

Tags: fluff, very minor angst (not really angst?) Idk how to tag sorry I’m a noob, Mizu just being a bit anxious, that’s as angsty as it gets

Notes: In 2nd person (you), 858 words, Mizu x Fem! reader

Context: you and Mizu are friends(?) with romantic tension (I'm projecting).

Little A/N: lmao ran out of fanfics to read so I wrote one!

Guys I haven't written fanfic (and posted it) since I was 14 YEARS OLD. I'm 20. The passage of time is so scary.

I'm open to criticism but please be gentle.

Enjoy <3 Love Yamz x

It was a cold day. Just a few days after the new year. The golden sun slowly travelled over the horizon, the moon and stars chasing after. You and Mizu were walking through a bustling crowded street, lined with street vendors. 

The two of you walked together, slightly trailing behind her. Occasionally you’d remark,

“Those steamed buns smell so good, we should come back here later!”

“Woah…”

“Ooh, that’s so cool, don’t you think?”

“Isn’t that bracelet cute?”

And Mizu would hum in reply, nodding and agreeing with you nonchalantly. 

As the two of you continued through the street, it seemed to get busier and louder. Your voice was getting quieter as everyone else got louder, their conversations drumming against Mizu’s ears. As Mizu walked, a necklace caught her eye. One she expected you’ll comment on.

But she’s met with silence.

Mizu, a little confused, turns back to look at you, but you’re not there. She looks around, walking back the way she came. She scanned the stalls but she couldn't see you. It didn’t help that the street had gotten busier.

‘Where are you?’ she thinks.

Before she realised, she became frantic. Barging through the crowd, she called out for you, her head whipping around just for a glimpse of you.

‘Where are you?’

Did something happen?

Maybe you got lost. Or maybe you had gotten distracted.

Had you been taken without her realising? There’s no way. She would have noticed. Right?

Had you abandoned her? No, there’s no way…

Desperate, Mizu began asking people if they had seen you. They’d brush her off, or roll their eyes, but she didn’t care. 

‘Where the hell are you?’

Mizu pulled herself to the side of the street. She felt her heartbeat thumping in her ears. She needed to calm down. Collect herself. You couldn’t have gone far. Why had she gotten so worked up about you? You’re not a child.

She let out a sigh to calm her breathing. She scanned the crowd again. 

‘How could I let the thought of her get me so rattled? Fucking ridiculous.’ She thought, gritting her teeth.

‘Where the fuck is she? That brat. Always fucking wandering off…’ finally her eyes settled on your figure.

You hadn’t spotted her yet. Mizu watched as you looked around at the busy crowd with nervous eyes. 

In a way it comforted her. Your nervous form, looking around for her. It quelled her previous anxieties of you possibly being kidnapped or of your abandonment. Mizu smirked a little at your image.

“Mizu!” You called out with a wavering voice, still not seeing her. 

‘This feels a little sadistic now.’ Mizu chuckled to herself. She walked over to you, pushing through the crowd.

Mizu called out to you when she was a lot closer. 

“Mizu? Mizu!” your face lights up when you spot her, relief washing over you. You ran up to her, hugging her before pulling away slightly, remembering how that wasn’t her thing. “Oh right sorry-”

To your surprise, she pulls you back into her embrace. She lowers her head close to your ear, “Where the hell did you go?” Her words are sharp but her voice is unexpectedly soft.

“Sorry, I got distracted. I saw something at a stall and I called out to you, and I thought you heard me so I went over. But, we got separated.” You said, feeling a little embarrassed. 

Mizu lets out a sigh, her eyebrows knit slightly. “Why didn’t you just tap me or something?”

You look at her puzzled, “But, you don't like being touched.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you.” She barks, a little frustrated. You flinch a little at her tone. Realising her harshness she let out another breath trying to calm down. She stepped back, separating from you. You felt the absence of her warmth.

“Look,” she began crossing her arms, “I’d rather you touch me for two seconds than having to spend an hour looking for you. You’re lucky that you just wandered off this time. Next time we get separated like that, I’m not gonna come looking for you. I don’t care if you get kidnapped or swallowed by the earth.” 

You felt yourself heat up in embarrassment. Averting eye contact, “sorry…” 

“I need to get you a bell so I don’t lose you. In the meantime…” Mizu held out her hand towards you.

You paused, looking down at it a little confused.

She rolls her eyes, “Just take my hand.”

You abided immediately.

The two of you began walking down the bustling street, hand in hand. Her hands were cold and rough but being so close to her made you feel warm and safe.

After a moment of reflecting on your conversation, “Mizu?”

“Yeah?” she glanced over at you.

“Did you think I got kidnapped?” You enquired. 

She briefly paused, “It was a possibility that crossed my mind.”

You smiled, beaming “Oh…you really do care about me.”

“Shut up. Don't be a brat.” 

You laughed, bumping her shoulder softly. She rolled her eyes, looking away from you. But still she smirks, shifting her grip in your warm and soft hand.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Dessert

Summary: Pero asks you an important question.

Pairing: Chef!Pero Tovar x fem. reader

Wordcount: just under 1k

Rating: M

Warnings: modern au, established relationship, fluff, kissing, implied smut

A/N: This was so much fun! Tagging @iamasaddie for her moodboard writing game. I wasn't really sure which Pedro this was so I just chose one lmao though now that I am thinking about it, it could also be Dieter.... 🤷‍♀️😂

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You were watching the last couple sitting at the restaurant.

They were smiling at each other, their hands joined on the table. You had been watching them all night whenever you were between customers, smiling to yourself at how in love these two people were. 

You were cleaning up the last few tables when the man at the table waved for you, asking for their check. He paid with a generous tip, both of them thanking you for the great evening, asking you to give their best to the chef, before he helped her into her coat, his arm pulling her against her side as they walked out. 

You followed them to the door, locking it behind them, seeing them kiss in the moonlight, before they walked down the street arm in arm. 

Sighing with a small smile you turned back around just as Pero walked out of the kitchen. He still had his black chef jacket on, though the first couple of buttons were opened.

You had been alone out front for the last hour, having sent home the two other servers early as the restaurant slowed down. By now Pero would have sent out the rest of his kitchen staff also, leaving you alone with him. You had turned down most of the lights earlier in an attempt to gently throw out the last guests to close up, the room only lit by some candles and the very low turned skylight.

„All done?“ He asked and you nodded. He leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he watched you tidy up the last table. 

It reminded you of the first time you had walked into this restaurant almost four years ago. He had silently stood in the background watching you while the former restaurant manager led the interview for his successor. A job you got in the end.

Pero Tovar had the reputation of being difficult. Some even said he was an asshole. 

You had learned that he just had high expectations and did not hold back when those weren’t met. A trait you admired about him. He was very clear on what he wanted.

Which as you came to learn, also included you. 

You didn’t even notice him being interested in you at first, being so busy with the new job and wanting to impress him. It took at least four months until you realised that whenever he asked you to stay longer to work on whatever he would find as a excuse to spend more time with you alone. 

It took him testing out 15 different new dessert ideas after the restaurant was already closed at night, until he finally asked you out.

Now, after three years of dating, you were living together and very much in love with him. 

He stopped you as you tried to slip past him into the kitchen to put the last of the dirty dishes into the machine. He took them from you, setting them down somewhere before he slowly walked you to the closest table, his hands on your hips helping you up until you were sitting on it. 

You rested your hands behind you on the table, looking up at him in interest. 

You raised your eyebrow in question as you parted your legs so he could step between them. The skirt you had decided to wear slipping up your thighs.

He took a deep breath, his eyes focused on you. His hand coming to rest on your bare thighs as he leaned in closer. A shiver running down your spine at his touch.

You were still surprised that even after standing in a kitchen for more than four hours, you could still smell his aftershave on him. 

„I have something for you,“ he said and you frowned. His hand slipped into his pants pocket, his eyes not leaving yours.

You were about to ask if whatever he had for you was in his pants when your eyes caught something twinkling in the candle light as he brought his hand back up. A shy smile played around his lips as he looked at you, his eyes warm and wide. 

In between his fingers he held a single ring. It was a silver band and you could see something engraved in it. 

„It was my mothers ring. It is the only thing I have left from my family,“ he explained and you took a deep breath as he took your hand in his. 

„Will you wear It for me and become my wife?“ He asked and you nodded at him, a smile on your lips as tears sprung into your eyes. 

„Yes, Pero,“ you whispered and his eyes closed for a moment, his shoulders dropping in relief, before his eyes opened and he smiled, wide. 

Slowly he slipped the ring over your finger, bringing your hand up so he could press his lips on the ring that was now sitting in a perfect fit on your finger. 

You brought your other hand up to rest on his cheek and he closed the distance between you, his lips finding yours in a deep kiss. You put your arms around his neck as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close against his chest, making you gasp. 

„I think it’s time for dessert, hm?“ He mumbled against your lips, smirking, and you wondered what he had saved for dessert when he slowly got down on his knees between your legs. He rested his cheek against your thigh as he looked up at you with dark eyes, before his lips slowly searched their way between your legs. 

Your fingers were buried in his hair when he made you cum minutes later, his skilled tongue knowing exactly how to drive you over the edge. 

And later, back home after you thoroughly celebrated, you fell asleep in his arms. 

Dreaming about your future with the man you loved.

[theorphicangel]

𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐭 | 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦!) 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Gojo makes a bet with you and you regretfully accept, or do you?

tags: oral sex! (Fem.receiving), fingering, pet names: baby, babe, usual gojo behaviour

A/N: finally me moving my gojo work on here lmao.

Is this all you do when I’m gone?”

You hummed as you proceeded to focus on the television screen in front of you, fingers rapidly tapping the controller buttons with your lip between your teeth as you desperately try to win.

“I don’t even understand what’s happening” Gojo whined laying on your stomach, his fingertips caressing your thigh and calf.

“Hold on-” you murmured as you furiously fiddled with the controller longing for you to win.

Moments later a sound of defeat escaped from your lips and you sulked down into the couch letting out a frustrated groan.

“Better luck next time babe?” Gojo said, trying to reassure you as his fingertips were now poking at your legs.

You grabbed the controller once more determined to get a win. “One more game” you said, confidence rising through you.

“What...that’s what you said last time” He complained from between your legs lifting his head up slightly watching you click play once more.

“This is my last game I swear.” you promised.

Well it would be if you won that is.

“I'm boreeeed” Gojo complained blowing out his lips in an annoying way at you. As the loading screen came up on the television once again, you ran a hand through his hair to soothe his neediness.

“I KNOW!” He suddenly exclaimed, making you slightly jump.

“Fuck, what is it?”

He shifted from his back and rolled onto his stomach to rest his chin on your stomach, his blue clear eyes staring up at you gleefully.

“Let’s make a bet,” he said in a teasing tone. You could see there was a certain glow in his eyes, mischievous yet innocent.

Of course when he gave you that look you couldn’t help but give in.

Perhaps he knew that.

“What is it?” You questioned a part of you a little suspicious. He continued to caress the outside on your thigh teasingly.

“If you lose this round then you have to stop playing and give me attention BUT...if you win then you can continue as you are.” He declared with a smirk on his face.

Sounded easy.

Too easy.

But you didn’t question him any longer and shrugged “Okay bet.”

You drew your attention back to the screen once again taking on this easy challenge.

-

A few minutes passed and you were doing relatively well so far.

This is too easy.

Until…

His fingers started to creep down your inner thigh, fingertips slowly caressing your thigh heading towards your core. It didn’t take you long to realise what he wanted to do, you tried to shift away from his hand yet still trying to pay attention to your game.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled quietly, your eyes looking over at him for a split second before you went back to peering at the screen.

You heard a short scoff escape from his lips “You didn’t actually think I’d make this easy for you did you?” you looked at him for a split second as he finally revealed the knowing glow in his eye.

He tapped the side of your thigh gently “Lift your hips up for a sec baby” he said, grabbing your pants as you abided and pulled your underwear down too revealing yourself bare.

He took hold of your thighs and pulled you closer to his face, you grew wetter at the feeling of his breath on your clit. You bit your lip convincing yourself not to lose focus of the game in front. Soft, little kisses trailed up your inner thigh as he slowly and tantalizing made his way up. If you weren’t so focused you would’ve buried his face into your pussy already.

Just as you were debating whether to carry out this action, Gojo’s mouth suddenly met your clit causing you to let out a short gasp at the connection. He knew how to catch you off guard. His tongue circled your clit so agonizingly slow which was already making you twitch in your seat. He let a hum as he delved in between your legs, his vibration causing goosebumps all over your skin.

“Fuck” you breathed out under your breath. You wouldn’t let him win, no he doesn’t get to have you shaking like this. Desperately trying not to relent in his touch you persevered with your game. Although it was hard to pay attention with Gojo sucking at your clit accompanied by the sloppy sounds coming from his mouth.

“You taste so good baby” he stated before licking at your folds earning a small whimper from you it was quiet yet he still heard it. He adored the small mewls you made, trying your best to be quiet all for him.

His fingers dug into your thighs as if he wanted more and wanted to savour every last part of you. He was starving, starving for your taste desperately. At his actions it caused you to lose focus and press the wrong button, damaging your health, you cursed under your breath not sure whether it was Satoru or at yourself.

He really did have you wrapped around his finger.

He hummed once more “That feel good baby?” he asked.

A sweet sigh escaped from your lips as you exhaled a “don’t stop”, once again it was quiet yet he was able to hear it. He pulled you even closer so that you were fully on your back and returned back to your swollen clit.

He gave one more short and quick swirl at your clit before thrusting two fingers into your hole and you took in sharp breath at the feeling of his fingers being swallowed by your pussy.

“That’s it, just like that.” He praised as you propped up on your elbows to get back to your game after losing valuable seconds. You cursed under your breath as his fingers stretched out your pussy causing a slight jolt against him. You did your best to hold back your moans and prove that you would win your bet. You hated losing. Especially to Gojo Satoru.

But you couldn’t hate him, not as he was knuckle deep inside you. “That feel good baby?” He repeated as he agonisingly thrusted his fingers in and out in a familiar rhythm.

A hum escaped from your throat. He heard it but he wanted to patronize you even more.

“Huh babe? I couldn’t hear you then?” You knew that a sign for you to use your words.

“Feels so good” you breathed out as you hips jerked against his fingers, eyelids slowly becoming heavy and your fingers losing its tempo on the controller. Your body started to shake against him as his fingers grew deeper into you.

As if he wanted to consume you even more and relish in your taste, he went back to draw his tongue over your clit while adding another finger inside of you. A helpless moan broke out from your mouth as you shut your eyes and tilted your head back drawing in pleasure. The controller slid out of your hands as your fingers grabbed onto the couch for support.

Satoru was looking up the whole time, his free hand gripping onto your waist as his fingers inside kept to his unrelenting tempo. He hummed every so often to taunt you even more. Spills of his name and curses left your lips. Your fingertips found themselves in his hair as you softly tugged at his locks.

You started losing your composure as your muscles tightened, warning that you were close to your climax.

“Look at me.” He ordered taking his mouth off your clit for a split second to order you.

And you did as he said, your breaths became more hitched and heavier as you looked down at Satoru between your thighs, your pussy buried in his mouth. His pearl blue eyes looked up at your desperate expression which indicated that you wanted to cum. He knew what you wanted and he had your attention.

“Cum for me baby.” he whispered sucking against you once more.

You quivered in his hands as your cum covered his fingers deep inside, loud gasps escaped as you released.

“That’s it, good girl” He praised as he curled his finger inside, earning another whimper as your back arched. Walls clenching his fingers as your hips jerked and thighs shook in his hands which was the only support you had.

He removed his fingers which were covered in your cum and hungrily licked them up eagerly. As you took a moment to regain your breathing. Shivers came over you every few seconds. He placed his chin back onto your stomach and with an innocent grin over his face he asked,

“So did you win babe?”

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[milkywayagere]

stan regressing involuntarily for the first time around an unknowing kenny and kenny just kinda rolls with it and finds that he enjoys taking care of stan

he calls stan buddy/kid

stan is uncharacteristically physically clingy when regressed and it catches kenny off guard but he's cool with it

sorry this is really specific i've been on hiatus for like a year a half

-redland (ao3)/ggreenkidd (tumblr)

Uh, yeah! I love this actually!

Hope I wrote what you were imagining.

Word count: 1708 (thats how much i loved this lmao)

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Kenny had convinced Stan to hang out with him and tag along to soccer practice with him, it avoided the alternative - that being Stan moping around while Kyle was out of town with his family. Besides, Kenny felt like it had been ages since he and Stan hung out together without anyone else there. After Kenny was finished with soccer practice, he and Stan got into his beat up old truck and drove around for a bit while they came up with a plan on what to do.

“I dunno, dude…” Stan mumbled, the side of his face pressed up against the window, his eyes closed.

“C’mon, stop sulking. Kyle’s only gonna be gone for a week.” Kenny reminded him, amusement lacing his tone at how much of a clingy baby Stan could be at times.

“I know… Sorry, Kenny, I’m ruining the mood again, aren’t I?” Stan sat up straighter, pulling his face away from the window to look over at Kenny with a face like a kicked puppy, seeking even more reassurance by the looks of it.

Kenny, still amused and in a bit of a joking mood replied accordingly, not realising that Stan was not in the right mindset to fully comprehend his sarcasm. “Mmmh, yeah, kinda.” Kenny stated, facing forwards as he drove so his little grin to signify that he was joking went unseen by Stan.

Stan fell silent for a few moments, although each second felt like an eternity, dragging on as his thoughts spiralled. Was he really ruining the mood? What if Kenny didn’t really want to hang out with him at all, and was just doing it out of pity like Stan was some sort of charity case? The memory of his tenth birthday and the aftermath, losing all of his friends and needing to resort to alcoholism to be tolerable enough to win them back again, flashed in his mind. He’d recently managed to stop drinking, but did this mean he had to start again? Maybe he really was a shitty person to hang out with when he was sober, maybe this entire time his friends were just too kind to say anything, maybe this whole time he’d been ruining the mood without realising it.

It was too much, all of the spiralling what if’s, all the bad feelings making his stomach hurt and his eyes sting with unshed tears. He felt himself slipping and he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how much he wanted to. He hadn’t ever regressed in front of Kenny before, he wasn’t even sure if Kenny would be cool with it or if he’d make fun of him for it. It didn’t help that Stan was already feeling like he was burdening Kenny by just hanging out with him, regressing near him would be burdening him even more, right? But those thoughts only contributed to his slipping mental state, quickening the speed at which he began falling into a younger mindset. Eventually, his breath hitched and he couldn’t keep the tears at bay anymore, his tears and emotions spilling out as he began sobbing right there in the passenger seat.

The sudden crying scared the hell out of Kenny as it was quite literally one of the last things he was expecting at that moment, quickly whipping his head to look at Stan. “Woah, hey, what’s wrong, dude?”

Kenny pulled over while Stan was trying to verbalise his thoughts in between his tears and gasps for air, waiting patiently for Stan to find his words. Eventually Stan managed to wail out, “You don’t wanna be my friend anymore.” before dissolving back into sobs, his chest heaving from the intensity of them. Kenny was even more confused now, staring at Stan blankly for a couple of long seconds before it finally clicked in his head.

“What? No, Stan, dude, I was only joking.” Kenny quickly said, reaching over to place a reassuring hand on Stan’s shoulder.

“You’re just…” Stan paused to sniffle and attempt to dry his eyes on his sleeves, “Saying that…”

“No, honest, I was only joking.” Kenny repeated, moving one of his hands away from Stan’s shoulder to hold out a pinky finger instead, “I promise.”

Stan eyed the outstretched finger warily, his gaze flickering up to meet Kenny’s, “You promise?”

“Mmhmm,” Kenny nodded, interlocking their pinky fingers, “Promise.”

Stan hummed quietly in affirmation as they each pulled away from the pinky promise, wiping the tears from his face on his sleeves until his face was somewhat dry, still having to sniffle to avoid his nose running. Kenny breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the tears were over. He started driving again, using the time at a red light to turn to face Stan again and check on him.

“Any idea on what you wanna do yet?” Kenny asked in a softer tone of voice, a little worried he’d somehow make Stan cry again.

“Uhm…” Stan uttered, drawing the sound out as he stared out of the window, absentmindedly chewing on the strings of his hoodie, “Uh… Can we, uhm…”

Kenny smiled, biting back a chuckle as he nodded his head, “Yeah?” He prompted kindly, looking back at the road as the light turned green again.

“Mmh… Movie.” Stan managed to mumble out before his attention was immediately diverted again as they were approaching a gas station. He grunted excitedly, jabbing his fingers against the glass to point at the gas station, “Snacks. Get snacks. O-Oh, and slushie. Get slushie too.”

“Yeah, okay, we can do that.” Kenny replied, changing lanes to pull into the gas station parking lot. Once he was parked up, he and Stan got out of the truck. Kenny was a little surprised when Stan suddenly grabbed hold of his hand when they walked into the store, but he didn’t mind so didn’t say anything or stop him. To be honest, he found it kind of endearing. It reminded him of when he and Karen were younger and she’d always be clinging to him. Karen had grown out of that now, she still loved her big brother obviously, but she didn’t need him to protect her as much as she used to, so Kenny was enjoying the feeling of being a protective big brother again.

Kenny handed Stan the basket at first, but after he knocked into the third shelf of items, Kenny took over again. Luckily he didn’t actually knock anything off of the shelf, just bumped into it, but Kenny didn’t want to risk them getting yelled at by the employee - especially not if Stan would start crying again. They filled the basket with various snacks and candies for their movie hangout, as well as getting a slushie each. Stan wanted the biggest size possible, and Kenny didn’t have the heart to say no after seeing the pure, childlike excitement in Stan’s eyes as he held up the large cup like it was the most precious item in the universe. After paying for the items they returned to the truck, Stan already half-way through his slushie somehow - earning him a little red ring around his lips from the food dye in the flavouring. By time they got to Kenny’s house to watch the movie, which ended up being an old Terrance and Phillip movie because it was one of the only ones that Kenny had that were appropriate for Stan’s current mental state, Stan’s slushie was pretty much gone. Most of it had ended up on his chin and hoodie after he’d insisted on taking the lid off to “Drink it better”, but Kenny thankfully managed to navigate that situation without any more tears.

They sat next to each other on the floor of Kenny’s bedroom, cross-legged in front of his old tv while the vhs copy of the Terrance and Phillip movie played on the screen. Stan was leant against, borderline sat on, Kenny, giggling every time the Canadians referred to each other as ‘buddy’, which gave Kenny a bit of an idea.

“You liking the movie, buddy?” Kenny asked, grinning in total adoration at Stan’s wide-eyed expression of joy as he giggled even louder, nodding his head vigorously.

Kenny continued to address Stan as ‘buddy’, slipping it into every single question he asked, feeling a sense of brotherly pride every time he received a giggly response from Stan. Kenny didn’t really know what was going on with Stan at the moment, but he didn’t care all too much. This was still a fun hangout for both of them, so there wasn’t any reason to take up an issue with it. Once the movie ended, their supply of snacks and candy thoroughly depleted, Kenny managed to find a couple of old toys in the back of his closet that he never got round to donating or getting rid of.

“Here we go, some toys for you, kid.” Kenny narrated as he put the toys down on the floor in front of Stan. He didn’t know where the term ‘kid’ had suddenly come from, but he liked it, it made him sound like some sort of cool cowboy-ish uncle or something. Stan was happy to play with the toys he’d been supplied with, but only on the condition that Kenny played with him too, and stayed right there beside him. Kenny had made the mistake of trying to leave the room to use the bathroom without telling Stan, and had to quickly avoid another bout of tears. Stan was being extra clingy, but that wasn’t anything Kenny couldn’t handle. He managed to compromise by allowing Stan to stand right outside the bathroom door while he was in there, being as quick as humanly possible, and then apologising for his brief absence from Stan’s immediate vicinity with some cuddles to pacify that clingy behaviour.

The cuddles seemed to do the trick, as Stan managed to fall asleep in Kenny’s arms. Kenny smirked, both because he found it endearing, but also because he thought it would make for a funny picture to send to Kyle - which he did almost immediately after he noticed that Stan had dozed off, captioning it with ‘You should hurry up and get back home before I become his new super best friend.’

[kyojurismo]

★ — disposable .

character : sanemi shinazugawa

summary : accepting to sleep with a rich and spoiled college student, what could possibly go wrong?

tags : modern au, fem!reader, 1.8k words, slight smut, no happy ending, i made sanemi suffer *evil laugh*, reader is a rich spoiled college student btw ( for context ), sanemi is a couple of years older but no age specified so you’re free to choose, does it count as angst? there’s a part where some guy is trying to touch r w/o consent but nothing too bad, alright it doesn’t make much sense so don’t look at it too closely okay, barely proofread of course.

notes : first, i don’t know what this is. second, i wrote this bc i liked the idea of r being the one holding the knife y’know… the initial concept was amazing in my head, but when i finished writing it turned out differently lol. so as i said, do not look too closely and just enjoy reading about sanemi finding himself in such a situation. ALSO, i’m genuinely bad at summarising my works so ignore them bc most of the time they don’t make any sense lmao.

“she’s clearly using you,” tengen raised the cigarette to his lips, after some seconds he blew out the smoke through his nose. “yeah? i don’t really care though.”

sanemi stared down at his drink before gulping it down in one go. he grimaced at the burning in his throat before glancing at his friend. “jeez, have some self-respect, man!” obanai couldn’t believe his childhood friend was alright with that situation. not at all.

“the sex is fine, you know i don’t care about finding a long lasting relationship. so if she just wants to fuck, that’s fine with me.”

was it really fine though?

sanemi stared at your figure, as you grabbed your clothes from the floor and fixed your hair. “hey,” he called for you, making you sigh and turn to look at him. “hm?” you didn’t exactly looked annoyed but he could sense it. “wanna go out for, i don’t know… a date or some shit?” he asked, trying to sound casual about it. you raised your brows, surprised by the sudden desire to see you for something like that.

“oh um. nope?” you chuckled before biting your lips. “plus, i’m busy,” you added and grabbed your phone and keys from the nightstand. “i didn’t say tomorrow or anything. i meant in the future, like some day… i don’t know,” he shrugged and scratched his cheek slowly.

“listen ‘nemi. you have a very nice cock, and your voice is sexy and all… but that’s it, okay? i’m fine with what we do now, and i don’t want anything more,” you explained plain and simple, smiling at the end. “if you can’t keep up with that, we can stop. no grudges,” you added.

“no no, i was just looking for some company to drink because my friends are out of town. i’m fine with just sex,” he was quick to reassure you, offering a smirk.

he didn’t realised his heart skipped a beat when you said you could stop meeting.

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“god…” you sighed deeply and smiled, satisfied. sanemi pulled out and then collapsed beside you, taking a moment to come back to his senses. “you left a hand print,” you complained then, noticing it on your hips.

“not my fault you can’t handle me,” he spat, looking at the ceiling. you were surprised, since he never acted like that. he would always apologise and promise to be more gentle. “okay… i thought you came too, dickhead,” you said in return, offended by his behaviour.

“the fuck– you sure are a spoiled brat,” he glanced at you, noticing your annoyed expression. “yeah, i am. what about it? i thought you were fine with fucking someone like me,” you retorted before trying to sit up. “ha! not yet, darling. i still need to fully empty my balls,” he pulled you back down into the mattress and was on you again now.

you looked at him in surprise before moaning as his fingers moved to your center and started playing with your puffy clit, sanemi watched closely as you twitched under his muscular body. you weren’t really ready to leave.

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as time passed, sanemi grew frustrated with you. he knew you were spoiled and too self-centered, you only cared about yourself and did something only it said something could be beneficial for yourself. but he promised himself it would be fine, he would get the possibility to fuck you whenever he desired and watch your face go stupid while riding his cock.

what he didn’t planned was to somehow fall for you. you knew how to behave like a decent human being, you just preferred to keep going on your path. he thought he could change it, maybe you would fall for him too.

but the more it went on, the more he realised that things never go like we desire.

he sat quietly, sipping his drink, while looking at you dancing and have fun with some random guy. tengen rolled his eyes when he noticed you. “give me one valid reason for her to be here too,” he turned his head to sanemi. “i want to fuck later, it’s easier if we’re already together,” he muttered, making eye contact with you before you purposely leaned over to the guy next to you and started making out with him.

“there are plenty of spoiled brats, but you fell for the worst ever. i swear to god…” tengen’s words became unclear at some point, sanemi’s purple eyes watched how that guy started touching your back and hips, before going to squeeze your butt. you pulled away, trying to stop him.

sanemi was already walking towards you, taking a deep breath. you pushed the guy, yelling at him to leave, but of course he didn’t listen.

“go to hell,” sanemi spat with enough venom to make the guy freeze in place and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away with him. “my saviour!” you hugged his arm happily, giggling softly.

of course you were drunk.

“hi tennie!” you waved energetically at sanemi’s tall friend and he simply glanced at you, not really happy to see you. “my ‘nemi saved me!” you explained, hugging him tighter. “stop,” he tried to make you sit down in front of him, rolling his eyes. “lemme guess… now you’re on babysitting duty?” sanemi glared at tengen, making him understand he had to leave him alone.

“my ‘nemi, what a bullshit,” he repeated under his breath before asking for another drink. you moved your head to the rhythm of the music, laughing a bit too loud to his liking. “stop, you’ll get a headache,” he warned you, feeling like he was talking with a child.

“you’re angry? why?!” you leaned closer to his face, making him flinch away. you changed completely after too many drinks, he hated it. he hated that a part of him found you adorable and wanted to protect you.

“i’m not, now sit down properly,” he sighed, before gulping down the third glass of the night.

“i wanna leave, can we leave please? the room is spinning,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand. “hm, alright,” he helped you down the stool and grabbed your hand. sanemi walked towards the table where his friends were sitting to say goodbye.

“drive safely!” mitsuri smiled at the two of you, always kind. “bye bye,” tengen waved his hand distractedly, focused on listening to something his girlfriend was saying. obanai nodded at him and then you two walked away, towards the exit of the club.

you were singing a bunch of different songs during the whole ride home, chuckling and trying to convince sanemi to do the same, without any results.

once sanemi reached your apartment, he accompanied you and helped you getting ready for bed. he took care of you. once again.

you sank into the bed and giggled, rambling about something. sanemi made sure to leave a glass of water on your nightstand, with some painkillers for tomorrow morning.

he stared at you for a couple of moments, deep in thought.

“i can’t keep up with all this,” he said then, even though he knew you couldn’t hear now, you just fell asleep after all. “somehow… for some reason, i love you. i’m fucked up in the head, i guess. but you’re not the right one for me, so i have to let you go,” he caressed your warm cheek gently, looking down at your peaceful expression. “even though i don’t want to… that’s what i have to do.”

tears formed into his eyes quickly as he leaned over and kissed your forehead, caressing your face one last time. he pulled back and glanced at you before finally turning around to exit your bedroom and your apartment. he wiped away the tears before entering his car and start the engine.

sanemi was ready to disappear from your life, and what hurt the most was that you seemed to be completely fine with that. after all, sanemi was the one always calling you and messaging you in the past year, so why would it change?

[midsummersmorn]

Fave line tag game!

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I’ll just get right to it I’m pretty sure this will only be my 911 fics lmao

touch my heart (and let it rest) - Talk about the shooting fic

Eddie hadn’t realised, not until then, that he must’ve been waiting for them to talk about the shooting. For months they hadn’t and now the toll it was taking wasn’t good, but this was a look from him, a kind of warmth that he knew wasn’t blame exactly but rather a you’re the only one who might understand his turmoil kind of warmth because Buck was... well... Buck was half of Eddie, a half he hadn’t said he was in love with.

emerald star in the sky - Will fic

Buck’s lips felt so warm and only made Eddie’s heart soar even more before he shifted his hands to rest on Buck’s back pushing his lips back against his before Buck parted leaving Eddie’s lips ghosting his own “Of course I’m in love with you”, Buck said as if it was the most obvious thing.

bated breath - vampire buck

“You two looked like you were going to make out any second now”

“We did?”

“Oh please , as if you don’t know. I’ll dance with you but on one condition”

“What’s that?”

“You look at him the entire time, it is what he wants. He’s watching you already”, she pointed out rather casually.

dancing over the silence - surprise party fic

”That’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known that. We didn’t, but even if we did I still think we would’ve ended up here. None of us would have been able to ignore it”

The words looked like they might have clicked somewhere for Karen because she gently nodded her head “You’re right, Hen wouldn’t have”, she whispered

”Buck and I wouldn’t have either, hell I couldn’t even stop Buck from running in there in the first place. He just did it”, he didn’t say it in a way that signified annoyance because he knew he would do it, its why he loved him or rather one of the reasons he loved him.

Karen just stayed holding onto him, it was like doing so made this impenetrable bubble surround the two of them “Do you want me to go?”, she asked but the only response she got was Eddie shaking his head so there they stayed holding onto each other like their lives depended on it.

light surrounding you - Buck coming out fic

Hen did not stay sitting, there was no way for her to - in fact she had moved towards Buck at such a quick speed that Karen couldn’t keep hold of her hand, her arms had moved around him to pull him into a hug so quickly “I’m so proud of you” she said though it came out very muffled before she pulled back, just looking at him.

Buck’s eyes filled up with tears, a smile came across his face “You are?”, he asked

Hen nodded her head “Of course I am. It takes a lot of strength to come out to anyone”, she answered

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[yakultii]

today was so wild it went from being so extremely shitty and thinking I wasn’t getting out of bed to then extremely grateful because I turned my day around and was glad to be alive to then nearly being bashed on a bus lmao nothing went to plan today and I didn’t end up getting my banh mi because I ate a brekky burger right before I left (and also I went in the opposite direction to the place I was gonna eat from) but positives of today are that I went to chadddy (biggest shopping centre (aka mall for international moots) in not just aus but the southern hemisphere if you didn’t know except it’s also my local like 10mins away) and I bought a few random useful bits and bobs from miniso and daiso <33 and I also bought a few random drinks from a supermarket in the shopping centre cause I’d never seen said drinks before and one thing about me I love trying one off random drinks and then I came home and FaceTimed one of my brothers and marinated some tempeh for tomorrow cause apparently I’m in my cooking era which is extremely suss of me???? (but I’m sure it’ll die off in a week when uni is back) but it’ll be interesting to see how it tastes tomorrow in a stirfry - the marinade was basically honey soy & garlic (I don’t follow recipe bc my adhd brain could never so I just make it up myself but I also wanna experiment w this a bit over next few days and come up w the perfect marinade I reckon) also did a random face mask and hair mask and ate lotsa meals ofc.. I do however wish I drank a little more water but it’s only like 8pm there’s still time!!!! I can’t believe tomorrow is Monday (last week before uni classes are back), I think tomorrow’s goals are to cook the mince in my fridge I bought for burritos to freeze and to try the tempeh in a stir fry also and to drink more water and maybe go for a walk cos I didn’t really do that today other than in the shopping centre which honestly counts bc I always get lost tryna find my way out despite having been there 99449483722 times bc I am directionally challengedlol… anyways, as a whole I feel like this exact same day I would have said was shit or mid at most in the mindset I was in before I started my daily positive things tag cos inevitably w my health rn there is a shit element in every day but I’m slowly shifting my mind to realise that’s an element of the day (though it does infiltrate all of it in a way Ssshh) and there are many other elements and actually I’m not mad that I’m here for the good elements.. I’m also like allowing myself to partake in the good elements which has been a little unexpected!! still as isolated as ever and hate the cold but so far this winter is feeling more manageable than ever before!! (maybe bc I’m not trying to come off a certain med like I try to this time every year even tho I so desperately want to but like extreme insomnia is the result of that and ruins eberything so idk if wanna risk it rn ahhhhh) I know it’s not much for a lot of ppl but I feel like I’m doing so much(for me) than this time last year and the year before and many years before when I couldn’t even get myself out of bed let alone do more than one task (I really hope I can keep this going when uni is back) ok imma quit yappin now

[bigmack2go]

(Ridiculous-)

-Things that i think the newsies would get cancelled for if it were modern era:

Crutchie

His name. He blew up in quarantine and only streamed gameplay and sat down. He only ever explained his name like,,, once or so and that was way back, the succes came slowly and so he never felt the need to explain it again. After a while some pointed out his name and i like,,, blew up! He was on the twitter trending page for a whole week! But he was only cancelled for a day or two(?) before he uploaded a video laughing tears. The mother fucker probably used it as clickbait on the preview banner pannel thingy (wtf are those called??) and in the title. I mena,,,, imagine!! “!SPEAKING UP about the recent ALLEGATIONS! (EMOTIONAL) (CW: CRYING)” and probably ant like “(real) (not fake!)(fuck clickbait)” or something. He would troll the shit out of social media for it

Ike

Probably like queerbaiting or some shit. Like he’ll go “holy shit, i’m so gay!” And people will go “I THOUGHT HE HAS A GF” and hotshot is just watching the whole thing, making fun of him for D A Y S while he’s cancled and she’s like “hOw dArE yOu bE bIsExUAl?!”

Hotshot

That exact thing i just said. Because she wasn’t including pan people, poly people and all the other sexuality’s when she was making that joke.

Race

Cheating. On Spot. (See also-> my spralbert fic) ofc he didn’t actually cheat but some people foubd and old clip of when he was still less known and didn’t know he would blow up like that and people pretend that poly people dont exist. He probably had a big thing and then he “cancelled them back” (his words not mine) or something like that.

Spot

For staying with Race even after he found out he “cheated”. People said he was only with Race for the money.

Albert

For being the person that Race “cheated” with

Jack

For saying “i wanna kiss you so bad right now” to a guy and apparently making fun of gay people with it. That shit was just like an hour or so tho at the highest.

Katherine

For her father lmao

York

Having a problematic mod. People say shit like he’s just ignoring that fact. But he legitimately just did not now. He wasn’t online for a solid two days and when he was it was to stream so he had to find out by chat, but he thought chat was joking and so one thing led to another and uh yeah. By the time hotshot called him asking why he was joking about that sort of stuff and he realised that it was true, the tag was already trending.

Romeo

Let’s be honest, the fucker prolly said something like “you’ find the right person eventually” or be like really penetrant like a Karen that refuses to acknowledge aro/ace people exist. But like for fun. Like,,, jokingly. This guy is literally aroace. It prolly went pretty much the same as for Crutchie.

Tommyboy

Cheating.(but like at a game) Come on lets be honest . This mf would have the whole dream sCaNdAl procedure and you know it. He acedentally cheated and then get death threats for it (which, just to be clear, even if dream had cheated is just— like,,, idek)

Myron

Tried to kill a pigeon once when he was like seven or something

Elmer

Being involved in a russian spying scandal or some shit. Dont even ask! The best prt is that this is the only one where the internet was being justified. Not only dod all the evidence ACTUALLY lead to him (and it wasn’t something little like cheating) butthe reason for that is that it was actually him. Now obv it wasn’t on purpose bla bla, someone put a wrong server adress or what-not idek but like,,,, it was fair for people to want to cancel him…

Buttons

Capitalism. He probably told someone they had to pay if they wanted him to make them a piece of cloth or whatever. (Obv this is exeragated. The internet is not actually that bad… mostly. And he probably did go about it a little worse and people probably didn’t actually cancel-cancel him as in like,, career threatening but yk. It was still a little ridiculous)

Davey

Defending church. He’s like “GUYS IM NOT EVEN A CHRISTIAN WTF!? Im just saying, let people believe what they wanna believe. unless that specific person uses their faith as an excuse to disrespect, discredit or discriminate you, they are not a bad person for their faith”

In case you’re wondering, this happened in the same context as-

-Jojo

Jojo told his coming-out-to-the-nuns story and how he wasn’t too scared (and some other stuff) and then people said that he was pretending the church never was problematic. (Ive never phrased a sentence to say less of what i meant than this one but im tired and i have the excuse that English isn’t my first language so gimme a break)

[firefly--bright]

without home (without you)

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader

a blooming hearts extra!

warnings : heavy, heavy angst, grief, aot-verse violence mentions, manga chapter spoilers!!!!!! major character death (it's you lmao you're the character-) proceed w caution! can be read as a stand alone piece but reading blooming hearts would help :)

summary : an almost devastating need to be with you. his skin wanted to lay with yours. jean doesn't know what to do with his hands now that you're gone.

a/n : damn this was hard to write. i love writing angst but mmm this was kinda tricky cause it's about poppy, yk? i had to do alot of digging on Jean's character and watched a few videos about it too, just to get this perfect. i hope it was worth it and that you guys would like this :) engagement is very appreciated!

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Jean didn’t realise his bones hurt this much.

He knew they’d hurt after all the years being spent in relentless fighting, but he didn’t know they'd hurt this much. He assumed the pain would go away as soon as he lead a more relaxing life, but it seemed to stay.

His mother had opened the door to his childhood house with a wide grin and tearing escaping her eyes. She never cried when he was a kid – a sign jean took for her strength. But when she stood infront of him, head near his weary but beating heart, he heard her sob. And out of all things she could do, she thanked him.

Him. she thanked him.

And what for? For returning empty handed? Returning with less than he had started out with? Returning without bringing you?

He had promised her in those letters he wrote to her almost every other month that he’d bring you along with him when he would finally come back home after all these years. That his mother would love you and show you around jean’s childhood garden and make you his favourite food in hopes you’d love it too. he wondered if his mother was waiting for you as much as she was waiting for him.

But the wait would have been futile anyway. You would never grace his old house, your soft footsteps would never pad along his childhood room that still had his old drawings and sketches and clothes that he bet his mother still kept in his closet, collecting dust.  

He hugged his mother close to his chest. After he was ushered inside by the older woman, she had promptly made him tea with milk the same way he’d drink it as a child and some toast with a little bit of sugar sprinkled on top. The same toast you had tried to make in Marley after he told you about his old favourite treat. he remembered you putting a little too much sugar on it, and when jean complained about it, you just shrugged and told him his bitter attitude would be fixed if he ate the whole thing.

He ate the whole thing. Not to fix his ‘bitter attitude’ but to see your smile on your face as you prepared to make the second piece of toast, this time with less sugar.

His mother talked about all the things he’d missed. She talked about how Mr. Thompson’s boy ran away one time, and how he came back at night after he became too hungry. The boy’s mother had given him a beating after that, jean’s mother recalled. Jean smiled as he blew his tea to cool it, something he had to now get used to doing by himself. You’d always make the tea hot and let it cool down as jean slept through the sunrise. The commander position had been too much for him to handle as he sat through sleepless nights trying to complete the endless paperwork and future plans himself. You’d try to stay up by his side, but ended up passing out after having to help armin with the new train track plans the entire day in the blazing paradis sun. the milky tea would cool down to be a temperature which jean actually enjoyed sipping it in, so in some ways, the sleeplessness would be worth it.

He remembered you trying out coffee for the first time in Marley. Your nose scrunched and eye twitched as you drank the bitter liquid, but you tried to maintain your composure infront of the azumbito who had so kindly offered you the drink. The cup went untouched after the first sip. Jean had to finish it off so you wouldn’t feel bad about being rude to your hosts, and with his stone face as he sipped the wretched thing, he saw your shoulders relax a bit. He remembered thinking he would make you pay him back, but for now, it would be worth it.

his mother knew better than to ask him about his experiences. She remembered when he wrote that letter describing when jean found his dear friend dead. The letter was one of the first he had ever written to her. It was short and to the point, but jean’s mother treasured it nonetheless. His mother told jean how there had been a shortage of apples for a while now, so her horse in the stable hadn’t seen his favourite treat for a long time. She left out the part where she would look at the empty stable next to her own horse, the one occupied by jean’s father’s horse.

Jean’s father had always been a touchy subject in the Kirstein household. Jean himself had his mother’s last name due to the reason, refusing to take his fathers. He’d leave and return at random times of the year, claiming something about “having work” which jean, even as a child, didn’t believe. He would almost always return an ungodly amount of time later, in the late hours of the night, claiming he missed his ‘wife’ even though the ring on jean’s mother’s hand was long gone, kept in the drawer in her closet. She told jean that she would give the ring to him when he decided to get married himself so that it could be like a family heirloom instead of something that made her see the man that she grew to hate.

She had kicked jean’s father out soon after she got better after being sick, when jean had been in the second year of his cadet training. She wrote the news to him in a letter that went unanswered for a long time. Jean didn’t acknowledge it until after the war in trost, when he diligently answered his mother’s letters – new and old – after you had told him to treat his mother better. He realised his stupidity the night you told him that after the close call to his death, he might as well tell his mother he was alive and somewhat well and that his teenage rage bullshit with his mother would only keep hurting the woman.

He detailed his apology in the next letter he wrote to her. She brushed his stupidity aside, saying she forgave him. she then asked about you in the letter.

Jean’s next letter was three whole pages long, front and back.

As he cleaned up from the warm and much needed dinner after a long day's travel, he wondered if she still kept that letter.

Jean wished he could go back. he wished he was here with you instead of alone. He wished you rode your horse alongside his and complained about how your back was hurting because of the long journey. Jean wished he could massage your back to relive you of the discomfort like how he used to after you had been slumped on your desk for too long.

he tried to swallow down the lump in his throat, shifting his attention to cleaning the dishes.

But how could he focus? Your hands weren’t wrapped around his waist, cheek pressed on his back like you used to back in Marley, in your shared apartment supplied by the Azumabito’s as the scouts tried to act like normal Marleyans and somehow gather information about the military and whereabouts of the suicidal maniac. But in your little home, coated in beautiful silence, you and jean were just…that. Just people. Not trying to stay alive on the rooftops of trost while fighting cannibalistic giants, not infront of your friend’s and old commrades’ graves asking for forgiveness, not a commander and his assistant. You were just two people, sharing a house, doing the dishes after eating dinner, with your feet touching the same ground, warm skin touching warm skin.

Jean sighed. The basin was a relatively new invention to paradis, and he was glad for that. He couldn’t imagine dipping his hand in the dirty water like he had to during his cadet days after you had been separated from him to clean up the stables.

Stop thinking, he tried to will himself with futile results.

Missing you would be an understatement. Missing you would be saying that you were only gone for a couple of days. Missing you sounded more like a promise, like a hope that you'd come back to him and he’d stop missing you. he wasn’t grieving you, either. He grieved marco. He grieved sasha. He grieved the commrades that died on his command, and he knew for a fact that grief wasn’t what he felt for you.

No, this felt more like… an ache. Residing deep in his muscles because they couldn’t hold you, residing deep in his lungs because they couldn’t smell the scent you left behind – the freshly washed clothes and the smell of flowers. After you had discovered perfumes in marley, it was over for you. you tried every single one, finally settling on the one marked as “pure blossom” and jean remembered calling it a stupid name because they could’ve just named it “flowers” instead of something pretentious, but the smile on your face made him pull his wallet out anyway.

The ache, as he decided to call it, was more dangerous than the grief. The ache felt more like a habit he had left behind instead of memories that would rush into his head. Habit of seeing you wake up next to him, of seeing you cutting up vegetables alongside him, of you strapping on his ODM gear. Things you had done to him a million times before, things he couldn’t call memories because memories would imply that he was going to forget them soon, or that he was intending to bury them with his countless other memories, but for him it felt like a cycle. Like the spinning of the candy floss he bought for you at your first carnival in the interiors of paradis as a cadet.

He hadn’t notice his mother walking back into the kitchen when she laid a hand on his shoulder. He had subconsciously stopped scrubbing the dishes, his hands frozen under the running water.

“I’ll clean up the rest, jean-bo. I set up your bed, so go and sleep.” She said.

Jean breathed. Nodding, he wiped his hands on the napkin next to him.

His upstairs room, as suspected, had been left untouched. He assumed there would be dirt everywhere, but jean’s mother seemed to have cleaned it. He sighed an affectionate smile.

The air in his room smelt like old wood soaked in rain. He padded his feet over to the window near his closet to let some fresh night air inside.

resting his chin on his palm, he looked out the now open window. The moon was full and beautiful, and under his room was the perfect view of the garden his mother was so fondly and patiently growing.

The moonlight gave just enough light to the flowers she grew. If memory served jean correct, some were tulips with their closed buds. Some were uncanny to white roses, but he wouldn’t know with the dim lighting. His eyes wandered the place, observing the flowers in the different staged of being bloomed, until they landed on them. The poppies.

The red flowers looked almost purple with the moon’s glow and the indigo night sky, but that didn’t stop jean from recognizing them, not after everything.

“poppy.” He whispered.

“poppy. Poppy. Poppy.” He repeated, like he thought saying it enough times would bring you back. he remembered how sasha had told him that if you say a name of a dead person three times infront of a mirror, their apparation would appear infront of you. sasha was from a small village, and the extents of her superstitious knowledge never failed to surprise jean, and he brushed her off saying it was just something her grandmother would have made up.

But although jean didn’t have a mirror infront of him, he hoped the conviction in his voice would do the trick. He hoped his tears would mold you out of the ground you had sank in after death, he hoped his hand pressed to his chest would breathe life to your sculpture and that you'd be here, infront of him, glowing beneath the moonlight, no longer in a pool of your own blood on the cold floor, that your warmth would be yours again.

But all he did was sob and repeat your nickname in between the pleads of your name, soon becoming incoherent and jumbled mush. His right hand was pressed on the centre of his chest where it hurt the most, where the only thing that would heal it would be your signature kisses to it, like your own handmade key. Like how his was on the tip of your nose. His left hand clasped his ear, hoping he would hear the sweet tunes of your voice again, but all he heard instead were his sobs and the gunshot that killed you.

But one of his wishes was granted. If he were not to hear you or touch you or feel you again, he could at least see you as he closed his eyes tightly. He saw the first time he’d seen you without your clothes, only in your undergarments. The curtains of his room were closed, as you both laid on his cool bedsheets. Jean’s eyes roamed your body, marking every bruise, fresh and old, and every scar, new and healing and healed. He remembered asking himself why the priests in the churches prayed to a god in the walls when his god was here, infront of him, breathing, and how they could ever worship something that wasn’t even half as real yet holy as you, how they could plead to the sky when you were intertwining his pinky with yours, and how they could devote to their readings even if they could never find the words you say to him in the scriptures. How could they worship someone who has never touched them the way you had to him, your hands now tracing his jaw, trailing down to his adams apple as he swallowed, then to all the scars on his chest and arms, the ones he’d always kept covered. Did the gods they worshiped make them feel free of all their sins as they claimed to the same way he felt his sins wash away as you held his hand? Jean was never the religious type, but he did remember thinking, no, knowing, that there had to have been some god in you. that you had to be a god. And of course, he couldn’t say these things out loud in a way that would make sense, so he just continued to look at you as his eyes fluttered shut that night.

His mothers hand encircled his shoulders as she sat down beside him, back pressing the wall with the window jean was previously looking out of.

His mothers hand encircled his shoulders as she sat down beside him, back pressing the wall with the window jean was previously looking out of.

his mother guided him to sit at the edge of his clean bed. she sat on the edge of the mattress, and jean instinctively rest the back of his head against her knees.

it was something they used to do - whenever jean would be bullied, which happened quite a lot, his mother would ask him to sit on the floor as she massaged his head and took away all his worries. he'd rant to her about the boys with raspy voices and bruised knuckles would pick on him and him only, while his mother reminded him he was special, that he was okay, that the boys only did that to him because they lacked the confidence jean had.

and when jeans mother, once again, brushed her hand through his hair, his sobs ceased. he still wanted to scream, burst out in the tears that he had already exhausted to an extent, but instead, he sat there with wet eyelashes and cheeks with closed eyes, thinking about you and the things he wished would happen. that's the only thing he could do, he realised. all he could do now was wish and dream and picture a life with you by his side instead of living the horrid reality without you.

his mother broke the silence. "tell me about them," she asks.

she doesn't have to; she knows everything there is to know about poppy from her point of view by Jean's numerous letters detailing his experiences which somehow always consisted you. but she asked anyway. maybe because she wished someone would have asked her about jean's father when he left because not only did she have so much to say, she felt as though if she didn't, then it would be less real. then it would be all in her head. and if her son was anything like her, he was feeling the same way right now.

jeans hands shook, something he had grown used to since being a scout and waking up with nightmares; only this time, you weren't with him, holding his palms with your fingers until they stopped moving feverously. with one of his hands on his chest and the other in his lap, he took seven deep breaths in the same way marco had taught him. inhale, hold for a couple seconds, and then exhale. he repeated that until he gained his voice again, until he was sure the lump in his throat had dissolved a little.

with his mother's hands still in his hair, Jean found the strength to speak. he opened his mouth.

“they… the first time we talked, they called me flower boy.” He said hoarsely, and even if he had exhausted his tears for atleast two weeks, his eyes still burnt from a memory he couldn’t go back to. He saw it clearly, as if it were yesterday; the dining hall was packed, the smell of moist old wood and stale bread and steamed vegetables stained the atmosphere. The fire lamp behind you hit the side of your face, and he heard your voice clear as the night sky outside – “flower boy” you had said and if jean had food in his mouth, he was sure he would’ve spit it out.

“it wasn’t even..” jean smiled sadly, “it isn’t even a romantic nickname like honey or babe or sweetheart but it still made me choke up and blush. I think it was the fact that it was a personal nickname that I knew they wouldn’t call anyone else. and we had this stupid competition where we’d see who could go through the forest faster with our new ODM gear and one time they crashed into me because they lost control and I was on crutches for the next two weeks and they felt so guilty about it that they made me a flower crown every other day. I wasn’t even mad at them, not really. I just wanted them to continue making the flower crowns so I pretended to be mad at them.” He said. His voice regained it’s strength, palms facing upwards on his lap, taunting him as they lay there empty without yours intertwined in them.

His mother hummed knowingly. She knew what it was like to be in the crutches of strong teenage love, feeling like she had an entire world to explore with this newfound vision. How she wished she could go back and tell her younger self to enjoy that rose-coloured feeling while it lasted.

“and they never stopped calling me that. It felt wrong for someone else to call me that,” jean explained, and he felt his hand drift to the centre of his chest, feeling his heart beat. It seemed calm now, he noted, how the rhythmic vibration didn’t seem as erratic as before. maybe his mother was right, maybe all he needed to do was talk about you.

But how long would it take? How long would he have to blabber on about you, which he would do very gladly, for his still beating heart to know that you were no longer here? That you weren’t the reason it would flutter and thrum against his chest? how much longer would he have to keep reminding himself that you wouldn’t stop him in his tracks if you ever spotted a poppy on your way to a bakery in marley?

“I don’t think I can….i don’t think I can live without them, ma. It hurts. It hurts so much.” The cold hand on his chest started shaking again. “I don’t want to open my eyes without them. I don’t want to…I don’t know what to do, ma, what do I do? What do I do with all of what I’ve felt and keep feeling for them?” he asks raspily, desperately, like his mother would know the answers to questions she herself hadn’t been able to answer. Jean turned his head towards her, placing his cheek on her lap as he closed his eyes once more. If his mother couldn’t answer him, surely the darkness would be able to do something, right?

“sweet heart… I will be honest, I don’t know. I wish I did, but I don’t. its like your hands don’t know what to hold anymore, isn’t it?” she paused. “I wont pretend to know what you’re feeling. But all I can say is that you keep loving them, jean-bo. Preserve it. Keep it locked up only for them. And then, when time comes, and when your chest stops aching so, you can let it go.” She says.

Jean shakes his head, “but what if my chest never stops hurting?”

His mother doesn’t answer.

Jean knew at a young age that his mother didn’t always know the answer. Where other boys would spew facts and trivia about the world as their mother told them, jean’s mother would only answer him with an apologetic look and a “you’ll know soon enough jean-bo. And when you do, be sure to tell me.” and sometimes jean would be jealous of the other boys for having a mother like theirs, but he would shake away that jealousy quickly enough, coming home to his mother with an unbuttoned shirt, crying because the button broke off during a rather aggressive play of catch, and his mother would quickly sew on a shiny new button to it’s original place.

He learnt that his mother may not have all the answers to the world, but atleast she’d know how to fix them. How to fill in the cracks of the questions to make it her own wall.

But now he was here, on his mother’s lap, asking her to fix his broken heart, asking her to fix his collapsing lungs and shaking hands, looking for answers he knew he couldn’t find. He knew you took the answers with you, and he knew the threads you so intricately wove into him, into his veins, were unravelling until there would be nothing but a husk of a body he once knew only through your stitches.

His mother took his shaking hands in her own, forcing him to sit up straight. Her thumbs rub over his scarred knuckles. She lets out a sigh.

“I don’t know.” She mutters. Its an apology.

 He doesn’t know either. He’s sorry too.

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[autisticblueteam]

Appears from the ether again, after months of only being present enough to fill my queue up, with some WIP snippets from the gen:LOCK re-write I mentioned before...

And also finally adressing these tags lmao, sorry @thesouppond I realise these are like 3 months old.

#FUCK IM JUST SEEING THIS NOW???#FUCK YEAH 2024 SEASON OF EVERYONE GETS TO REWRITE GENLOCK CAUSE FUCK S2#Ahem anyway hi genlock moot :)))#I love your writing btw! Ive read your existing GL fics theyre great!#at this point if someone can give me a GL fic i havent already met I will forever be indebted to you i am DYING for GL content

We're really out here trying our best to do better by GL than HBO did huh!! I've been loving Reloaded, it was so nice to see someone else pop up in the gL tag after it was comparatively dead for so long. I've been working on my re-write since just after s2 came out and it was lonely in there for a while there lmao.

So I'm glad you enjoyed the couple of fics I've already done! I'm re-using parts of one of them for the actual re-write since I'm going for the 'keep the basic bones of s2 but aim to fix the execution into something less shit/re-work the worst bits' and I didn't want to write that first nemesis fight over again from total scratch lmao...

I want to finish writing all of the re-write before I post it in full, but that does mean it's taking forever whoops.

I'm still not past the introduction of Sinclair as his portion is so involved and I keep getting distracted by other projects/hobbies, but I did finally get to a point where my take on Sinclair is actually fun to write! I'm keeping his boyfriend because I did at least like that Sinclair was made canonically queer and they're actually cute when I'm just doing my own thing.

So since I feel like posting some WIP bits, here's my favourite Chris/Sinclair stuff I've done so far.

“YEAH! Take that you fucked up tin can!” Sinclair winced. The shout was like an ice pick being driven into his skull, but it was also what finally drove him to lift his head. There ahead of him, wielding a large piece of debris in one hand, was a heavyset Asian man dressed in torn clothes and covered in grime. He reared back, and for a split second Sinclair thought that projectile was for him, until he heard an impact, and the last of the humming died. The man brushed off his hands, pride written on every feature, and in that moment he was the most beautiful thing Sinclair had ever seen. “Coast’s clear!” the stranger called behind him. There was movement, but Sinclair didn’t care to look, his attention caught by the man’s approach. “And we’ve got a live one.” Sinclair’s throat was so dry he broke down coughing twice, in the time it took the stranger to kneel in front of him. “I-I’m not Union. I-I know— with the uniform, and the—” Another violent burst of coughing cut him off. The stranger handed him a canteen and a crooked smile. “Yeah, no shit. You’ve got way too much emotion on your face to be even a defector,” he said, and if Sinclair wasn’t so busy chugging the offered water, he might have mustered a laugh. “That, plus, the lack of helmet, the collapsing, and the drone getting ready to turn you into a novelty cheese grater kinda gave it away.” “Christ, I could kiss you right now,” Sinclair blurted and then regretted in quick succession. Fuck. He’d been in near solitary too long, his filter had worn away to nothing and he was making a damn fool of himself in front of the first sane people he’d seen in weeks. Except the stranger just… laughed, good-naturedly. “Close, the name’s Chris, not Christ. And I’d say buy me dinner first, but it’s a bit hard out here.”

AND then a little later...

“What about the refugee railroads?” Chris lowered his beer bottle and wiped his mouth. “Too far.” “Vanguard safe crossings?” “Too far.” “The— fucking Canadian border?” Chris laughed, “Too far. Further than either of the other things. Jesus, dude. You sure you haven’t got a concussion?” “Mostly,” Sinclair said, rubbing his face with his intact hand. “I just— you’re going to die if you stay here. A drone only has to get lucky once.” “And if we go deeper in, we’ll only die faster,” Chris said with a simple shrug. “We already have to pack up and move every few weeks when the line moves. And every time, the Polity border gets a little bit further away. Believe me, man, I want nothing more than to get outta here, but it’s just not happening.” “What if I helped?” The offer fell out before he’d consciously decided to make it, but Sinclair stood by it. Even when Chris looked at him dubiously. “No offence, dude, but you’re just one guy. And two days ago you could barely stand.” “And now I’m fine,” Sinclair insisted. “I’m a soldier. I was decorated for valour after I got my squad out of a run-in with the Union that should’ve killed us all. I was the only one who could even still hold a gun. I swear, I could get you somewhere safe. Are you really telling me you’d rather keep sitting around waiting to die than take a risk?” Chris’s brow furrowed, and he didn’t answer immediately, taking another swig from his scratched up bottle of beer. Sinclair sighed. “Look. I need to get to a Vanguard base one way or another. I don’t want to leave you guys behind if I don’t have to. I owe you my life. And maybe dinner.” Chris almost choked on his drink. “Wow,” he laughed, clearing his throat, “you sure pick your moments, huh?” Sinclair shrugged. “Figure if you’re not actually into it I’ll just blame the concussion.” “That you don’t have.” “Exactly.” Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Smooth. Smooth operator. Alright, alright, fine, we’ll talk to the others in the morning. It might be a tougher sell when they’re not the ones getting dinner with a hot soldier out of it, but hey, guess we’ll see.” “Are you looking past the just-got-done-being-tortured chic, here, or is that part of the charm?” “Are you kidding? There’s a whole genre focused on how hot soldier guys look after they’ve been through hell.” “Not sure that’s the intended takeaway of action movies.” “Well,” Chris shrugged, starting to pick at a can of food, “it was definitely my takeaway.” Sinclair laughed. Honest-to-god laughed, in a way he was surprised he was even capable of after the last few weeks. The normality of the moment was like a balm on all the aching parts of him, mental and physical alike. For a moment he could almost forget that the reason he looked like shit was because he’d just escaped the worst experience of his life. For a moment it felt like the fight was over.

Now I just have to actually get through the remainder of my Sinclair set-up and then I'll be only one chapter away from finishing the first half of the fic... so close and yet so far lmao.

[summerwritesfics]

🧙🏼‍♂️Seduction Places Me In Line, Revealed To A Submissive Side

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 10043 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Wizard AU, Wizard!Kuai Liang, Knight!Hanzo Hasashi, BDSM, Dom/sub, Dom Kuai Liang, Top Kuai Liang, Bottom Kuai Liang, Bottom Hanzo Hasashi, Top Hanzo Hasashi, Basically Top/Bottom switches up at points but Kuai’s still in charge (this is the last time I’m ever writing Top!Kuai btw), Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Training, Spanking, First Time Bottoming, First Time Blow Jobs, Dildos, Ice Dildos, Inappropriate use of cryomancy, Riding, Multiple Orgasms, Degradation, Praise Kink

We Are Entranced, Spellbound Masterlist

Notes: I wrote this earlier in the year and just never got around to editing until now. It feels like forever since I posted smut (even tho it wasn’t really lmao). I will be honest, I got extremely burnt out on writing smut when I did Kinktober back in 2022, and I’ve not really been able to bounce back since. But, I’m still trying to get back into it, I guess need to re-build my confidence lmao. Like the tags say, this is the last time I’m going to be writing Top!Kuai (and by extension Bottom!Hanzo) ���� I know I’ve only written it like… 3 times including this but I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching since I wrote this, and realised the dynamic really doesn’t spark joy for me so I’m taking Marie Kondo’s advice. But, figured I’d still offer this one final fic before I completely bow tf out of that particular race. Honestly I’m mainly posting this because I do wanna write more in this particular AU and this… Kinda sets everything up for it. 😂 Just know that in future instalments Kuai is gonna fall into a power bottom dom role, rather than doing any more topping. :) Title is from She Dominates by Blitzkid.

Hanzo stared at the old stone house in front of him. The feeling of dread looming over him was almost enough to make him turn around and leave. But he knew he needed to do this. He needed to both tell the occupant the truth, admitting to his own sins, and hope that the wronged party would have it in him to forgive and aid him in his quest for justice.

He came to the doors, lifting the surprisingly heavy bronze knockers. He slammed it down, listening to the way it echoed slightly. There was silence for a few seconds, but then he heard a strange scraping. The door didn’t budge, but a flap up the top opened, although he couldn’t see any eyes peering out at him.

“If you are one of Lord Shinnok’s guards,” a voice on the other side of the door warned in a low tone, “I would suggest turning and fleeing, before I turn you into ice cubes.”

“I’m not of Lord Shinnok’s guard,” Hanzo assured, although he couldn’t help but look down at his feet in shame. “At least not any more.”

When he looked back up, he finally found a pair of eyes in the peephole, glaring at him. Clearly, he’d recognised Hanzo’s voice. And given the venom in his eyes, he wasn’t exactly happy about the visitor on his doorstep.

“Hanzo Hasashi,” the voice growled, eyes narrowing at him. “You have some nerve showing up here.”

“I realise I have no right to be in your presence, Kuai Liang,” he started, bowing slightly to show submission and respect. “But I have something important to discuss with you.”

Hanzo watched as the flap slammed shut, and he almost thought Kuai was outright rejecting even so much as a conversation. That was dismissed when he heard what sounded like bolts being undone. And then the door opened, revealing the man in question.

He’d aged somewhat since the last time Hanzo had seen him, the beard was definitely new. Actually Hanzo had forgotten just how short Kuai Liang actually was, he only just about came up to Hanzo’s chin. And yet, even with that, just the look on his face told Hanzo if he wasn’t careful, Kuai would still make good on his ice cube threat.

“Speak,” Kuai spat, leaning against the doorframe, and looking at Hanzo like he wanted this to be done as quickly as possible.

“I understand that you are angry, and you have every right to be.” He tried to keep eye contact, hoping that would make him seem sincere in his words. “I killed your brother under the belief he was the one responsible for the deaths of my wife and son. I would not wish to see me either, if I was you.”

Kuai was silent, but his mouth was tight, like he’d picked up on something and didn’t particularly like it. “What exactly do you mean by ‘under the belief’?”

Hanzo couldn’t help but flinch, as he explained “I have recently discovered that the true assailant of my family was Quan Chi, not Bi-Han.”

“So he was innocent?” Kuai questioned, pushing himself off the doorframe. If Hanzo was honest, he was fully expecting Kuai to punch him in the face. “I was right all along. Bi-Han was innocent.”

“I thought you deserved to know the truth,” Hanzo shamefully admitted, and he was surprised by how Kuai didn’t attack him. It was clear he wanted to.

“Is that all?” Kuai asked, grabbing the door clearly with the intent of slamming it in Hanzo’s face.

“No. I-” He took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come from his mouth next would not be taken well. “I need your help.”

Kuai's immediate reaction was to laugh. It was a deep sarcastic bellow that indicated he didn’t believe what he’d just heard. He stopped suddenly, staring at Hanzo with an expression he could only describe as manic.

“Oh? You’re serious, aren’t you?” Kuai stepped forward, getting in Hanzo’s face as best he could. Hanzo had to give it to him, he was extremely intimidating when he wanted to be. “In what world would I ever help you?”

“In one where Quan Chi was also the orchestrator of Bi-Han’s death.” He knew that it was risky to point that out, but it was the only way he could think to maybe persuade Kuai Liang. “He manipulated me into believing Bi-Han was responsible, his plan all along was for your brother’s demise. If it had not been me, it would have been another.”

“And what, pray tell, do you exactly need my assistance for?” Kuai finally pulled away from him. He clearly was still unhappy, but seemed to concede at the very least Quan Chi was the cause of both their misery.

“As you know Quan Chi is a powerful wizard. I could not hope to defeat him on my own.”

“So you need an equally powerful wizard to help take him down, is that it?” Kuai Liang asked, looking at his nails as if he was bored.

“Please.” Hanzo attempted to get down on one knee to try and show his submission. “You are the only person I can turn to.”

“Hm. I’m sure I am,” Kuai commented, tone uncaring but not cold. Hanzo looked up, but he had a sinking feeling Kuai was going to make this difficult. “I’ll be honest, I’m not particularly inclined to help you, but the fact you are apparently desperate enough to both come begging at my doorstep and act so god damn pathetic about it is extremely amusing.” Kuai placed his hands on his hips, bending down slightly. “So I’ll throw you a bone, of sorts. You may stay and continue your attempts to convince me.” He stood back up straight, looking down at Hanzo with contempt. “At best, you might actually manage to persuade me to assist, at worst, you’ll make a fool of yourself and I will get some entertainment out of it.”

“Thank you,” Hanzo whispered although he wasn’t entirely sure this was something to be grateful for. At the very least, he had a chance at pleading his case to Kuai. If he’s actually going to listen, and not doing this just to humiliate me.

He stood back up, and Kuai moved aside slightly to let Hanzo inside. Now all Hanzo had to do was figure out a way to actually get Kuai to agree.

Hanzo’s attempts to convince Kuai to help him were going poorly, to put it lightly.

Initially, he’d just been attempting to reason with him, being met with short sarcastic answers. Kuai wasn’t biting, it seemed. It would absolutely take more than words to convince him.

And so Hanzo had begun trying to help in little ways. The keyword being trying. First, he’d tried to reorganise Kuai’s potion shelf, only to accidentally knock an entire line of them over, causing them to cascade onto the floor and break. Then, he decided to try something he wouldn’t break as easily, so he went for Kuai’s bookshelf instead. Only to find a couple of the books were somehow alive, and Kuai had to swoop in and save him from being eaten.

And now he was trying to aid Kuai with brewing potions. So he’d gathered what ingredients he thought the recipe asked for. Well, he must have gone wrong somewhere, because next thing he knew, the caldron was exploding, leaving a rather impressive hole in Kuai’s floor.

“Hanzo, my dear,” Kuai began as he temporarily patched up the hole with some ice. He placed his hands on his hips once he was done, and turned to Hanzo. “I do understand that you are trying to be helpful, but I have to be honest, you are really starting to piss me off.”

“Then tell me what I can do for you Kuai Liang,” Hanzo replied, resisting the urge to grab onto Kuai’s shoulders as he did. “I needyour help, and I swear I am willing to do anything to get it.”

Kuai raised an eyebrow as he questioned “anything?”

“Anything,” Hanzo reiterated, although he wasn’t too hopeful given the way Kuai Liang silently regarded him with a blank expression.

“You do realise that is a very dangerous thing to offer, don’t you?” Kuai questioned, his eyes narrowing as if to challenge Hanzo’s resolve. It was a dangerous thing to offer, yes, but it was an offer Hanzo was willing to make.

“I do, and I still mean anything.” He took a step forward, hoping to prove his intention. “I would wait on you hand and foot, you could use me as a guinea pig for your potions. God you could even fuck me if you really wanted. I mean anything.”

Kuai’s eyebrows practically shot to the top of his head as he questioned “where did that last bit come from?”

“Um…” Hanzo actually wasn’t sure, it just felt like the sort of thing that’d come up when someone questioned if someone meant anything. “Isn’t that usually where these sorts of conversations go?”

“I think that’s just your mind being in the gutter, Hasashi.” Kuai crossed his arms over his chest, slowly approaching Hanzo. “If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think that wanting to fuck me was the real reason you came here.”

Hanzo choked on his own spit a little, feeling his face heating up at the insinuation. He probably didn’t help his position by loudly protesting “that’s not what I’m here for!”

Kuai just hummed, in a way that indicated he didn’t believe him in the slightest. His entire air was one of smugness and knowing he currently had the upper hand in whatever happened here. Hanzo had just accidentally given him complete control of the situation, and he was starting to think that might have been a horrible mistake.

“Very well, let’s make a deal,” Kuai began uncrossing his arms and walking over to Hanzo. “I will help you, on the condition that I get to fuck you, as you so helpfully suggested.” The look on Kuai Liang’s face told Hanzo he was absolutely calling Hanzo’s bluff. He didn’t believe Hanzo would truly go that far, but was willing to capitalise on it if he did go through with it. “Although I will warn you that my previous sexual partners have very much described me as insatiable, and if you agree I believe you have no idea what you are letting yourself in for.”

Kuai was trying to put him off, it was clear to see, but Hanzo refused to let himself be intimidated.

“I accept your conditions,” Hanzo said confidently, keeping his head held high. He watched as Kuai’s face briefly showed a second of surprise, before resettling onto a smug look, although this time, it was much darker.

“Well then.” Kuai grabbed Hanzo’s arm, and began to guide him towards the door to his quarters. “There is no time like the present, is there. Let’s get started.”

Hanzo felt sure in his resolve. After all, it’s just sex right? As long as nothing happened that would make him question his entire relationship with sexual intercourse, he’d be fine.

Right?

“Let me get one thing clear, Hanzo,” Kuai stated as he began to pour himself a glass of red wine. “I am in control tonight, you will obey my requests without question.” He topped off his wine, leaning back in his chair and glancing Hanzo up and down. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Hanzo agreed, trying to not squirm under how intense Kuai’s gaze was.

“I believe you mean, yes Sir,” Kuai corrected, a smirk crossing over his face that made him look so ridiculously handsome that it made Hanzo want to scream.

“Yes Sir.” Hanzo shuffled slightly, straightening himself out for some reason.

“Good.” Kuai took a long sip of his wine, and once he pulled the glass from his lips he began to swirl the liquid that still remained. “Now. Strip.”

Hanzo didn’t have to be asked twice. He pulled up his shirt, revealing his toned chest, and desperately hoping that the cool air would distract him from how hot his face was becoming. He unhooked his belt, throwing it aside before hooking his thumbs into the hem of his trousers and pulling them down. He kicked them away, now in nothing but his undergarments. He knew Kuai would want them gone too, so why Hanzo paused on the spot like he had no idea what to do next was a bit of a mystery to him.

“All of it,” Kuai ordered, voice almost impatient. He took another mouthful of wine, likely to keep himself from saying anything more.

Even so, Hanzo grabbed his underwear and closed his eyes as he yanked them down. He wasn’t sure why, maybe he just didn’t want to see what Kuai’s initial reaction to seeing his dick was. After a couple of seconds he opened them, just in time to watch Kuai licking his lips.

“I can work with this,” Kuai hummed in approval, before holding up a single finger and making a spinning motion with it. “Let me see you.”

Hanzo held his breath as he awkwardly did a full turn. When his back was to Kuai, he heard a low whistle from the other man. He knew Kuai was pushing his luck to try and get Hanzo to admit he hadn’t thought this all the way through. Hanzo was stubborn, he’d agreed to this, letting Kuai do whatever he wanted.

And at this point, he was curious just what Kuai had in mind.

Once he was facing Kuai again, the other man was lent to one side, using his hand to prop his head up. He’d put his wine down on a table next to him for now, the hand that had been holding it at his own crotch, rubbing and pushing down against it.

“So, do tell me,” Kuai started with a groan, “have you ever been fucked before?”

“Yes, Sir, I have had sex before.”

Kuai released his crotch and held up a single finger again, this time waggling it back and forth.

“No, that’s not what I asked, love,” Kuai said in a tone that was somehow a mix between sing-song and threatening. “I asked have you ever been fucked before?”

Hanzo swallowed, now understanding Kuai’s real meaning. He wasn’t questioning if Hanzo had ever had sex before. He was questioning if Hanzo had ever bottomed before. Of which, there was only one answer…

“No, Sir, I have not.” He looked away as he said that, not because he was particularly embarrassed by it, but because he realised that Kuai might have been right. He had no idea what he was letting himself in for. He was so woefully unprepared to be in this position.

“Well then.” Kuai pushed himself to sit up straight, leaning forward and grinning wide. “I guess I’ll have to train you to be able to take cock then, won't I?”

Hanzo couldn’t believe how much of an effect that one sentence had on him. He felt a shudder down his spine and a fire in his gut, his cock almost twitching in interest at the thought. He’d never believed he would enjoy being submissive in the bedroom, but now he was starting to wonder if he’d been wrong. And Kuai clearly knew the effect he was having, and was revelling in it.

“Come here,” Kuai ordered, sitting back again and gently patting his lap.

Hanzo began to approach, and when he was close enough, Kuai grabbed his hands. He allowed Kuai to move him and position him as he wished, and soon enough he found himself lying across Kuai’s lap, ass up in the air and his slowly hardening cock pressing against Kuai’s thigh. Kuai’s hand was on his ass, fingers pressing in as he groped at the muscle and Hanzo had to suppress a moan.

And then, suddenly, Kuai swatted his hand against Hanzo’s ass.

Hanzo yelped and jolted, doing his best to twist and glare at Kuai in the hopes for an explanation.

“You tried to lie to me, so you need to be disciplined.” Kuai’s answer didn’t help, so Kuai rolled his eyes slightly before adding “you tried to escape my question about if you’d ever been fucked before.”

He brought his hand down again, making Hanzo groan. “I- I didn’t-”

“You did.” The hand came down again, and once more, Hanzo felt that heat begin to build inside him. “Please stop lying to me.”

“S-Sorry Sir,” Hanzo breathed out as he felt another slap connect with his ass. He could feel his cock growing hard between his stomach and Kuai’s thigh. He couldn’t believe this was actually turning him on. “I- I just misunderstood the question.”

Kuai hummed in vague interest, slapping a couple more times, before stating “I will show you some mercy for now.” His hand began to rub Hanzo’s ass in circles, kneading the flesh as if to soothe it. “Just try not to lie again. I don’t appreciate it.”

“Yes Sir,” Hanzo sighed in relief, although he couldn’t believe that internally his mind was screaming for more. He actually debated doing something that could provoke Kuai into starting the spanking again.

Until he felt a finger trace down his crack, and then rubbing around the rim of his hole.

Hanzo gasped at the sensation, just the single digit probing at him, almost threatening to breach him but not actually doing so.

“So tight, you really are untouched, aren’t you?” Kuai commented, his other hand coming to part Hanzo’s cheeks slightly. “Lucky me, getting to be the first one to take you.”

Hanzo almost whined in protest when Kuai took away his finger. He tried to look over his shoulder, to find Kuai grabbing what looked like a vial of oil. He used his thumb to pop open the lid, before slowly pouring the liquid between Hanzo’s cheeks. As Hanzo felt it trickle down and over his hole, Kuai’s finger was there, rubbing around the rim again, smearing the oil all over.

“Relax,” Kuai told him, as he began to press his finger inside. Hanzo gasped, and admittedly did the complete opposite of what he was ordered, clenching up. Kuai sighed, pausing his action and bringing his other hand to press down on Hanzo’s shoulder blades. “I need you to relax, it’ll be less uncomfortable for you if you do. Trust me.”

The words trust me sounded like they came from many personal experiences. Hanzo had no doubt about that. Taking a deep breath, he tried to let himself relax, doing his best to at the very least stop clenching. This seemed to be what Kuai was looking for, as Hanzo felt that finger start to push inside him again. As strange as the sensation was, he tried to stay as neutral as possible, even as he felt it go deeper. Soon he felt Kuai’s knuckles brush against his ass, telling him the finger was as deep as it could go.

Honestly, Hanzo wasn’t sure what he felt right now. It was weird, definitely not like what he expected, but not terrible. Then the thought occurred that this was just one finger, and his hole was clinging to it so tightly. How the fuck is a cock ever supposed to fit in there?

He felt Kuai pull the finger back slightly, before pressing back inside. Again, Hanzo couldn’t quite figure out what he thought. He was just going to have to keep going and see what happened. Kuai began to pump the finger in and out, deliberately trying to coat Hanzo’s inner walls with as much oil as he could. The point of his actions didn’t seem to be pleasure but preparation.

And then Hanzo felt a second finger pressing against the rim.

As he felt the tip pop inside, he couldn’t escape the loud moan at the way it began to stretch his hole. As it joined the first finger, he began to feel them both worm their way inside him, his walls struggling to accommodate him. He could feel himself trembling, his cock rock hard against Kuai Liang’s thigh.

“Oh my,” Kuai purred, twisting his fingers as he drove them deeper. “This wrecked from just two fingers? You’re going to be a complete mess by the time I’m done with you, aren’t you?”

“I-” Hanzo couldn’t get out an answer, as he felt Kuai’s fingers brush against something inside him, and all that came from his mouth was a pathetic whine.

Kuai noticed this reaction, and his fingers were immediately searching for that spot again. It was so obvious when he found it, because every time his fingers pressed against it, Hanzo made more of those desperate noises. The fingers gently prodded at it, practically massaging that spot and turning Hanzo into a shuddering mess.

“Good to know,” Kuai said under his breath, something Hanzo didn’t understand and guessed he wasn’t supposed to hear.

He couldn’t help the noise of protest when Kuai Liang pulled his fingers out completely.

“Shh, that was just to slick you up and start stretching you out,” Kuai informed him, once more manhandling Hanzo to get up and off his lap. “I have a better idea to stretch you properly and make sure you’re ready for me.”

Kuai stood up, guiding Hanzo to around where he’d previously been standing when he stripped down. Hanzo watched as Kuai flicked his hand out, summoning magic and focusing it towards the floor. Ice began to take form on the floor. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realise what Kuai had created.

A cock. Made of ice. Standing proud on the floor.

“I… Don’t understand,” Hanzo muttered, staring at it before looking back at Kuai.

“Think of it as training wheels, if you want.” Kuai grabbed Hanzo’s chin and forced him to look back at the cock. “You are going to ride it, and every so often, I am going to increase the size, until I’m certain you can take the real thing.” That made sense Hanzo guessed, although it sounded a bit embarrassing. Kuai’s hand caressed his cheek. “It’ll feel better than going straight from a couple of fingers to a dick.”

He felt Kuai slap his ass again, before pulling him forward. Next thing Hanzo knew he felt himself being pushed down onto his knees. Kuai was down with him, placing Hanzo’s hands on his shoulders, while his own hands found Hanzo’s hips and he began to position him. Hanzo felt the cold ice press against his hole, and his fingers dug into Kuai’s skin. And then he was being pushed down, and the ice cock began to work its way inside him, stretching him more than Kuai’s fingers ever could.

“That’s it, just stay relaxed,” Kuai whispered words of encouragement, continuing to press Hanzo down.

It was cold, and caused a shiver to go up his spine as it began to press deeper than Kuai’s fingers had. He threw his head back slightly as he slipped down low enough for the majority of it to be settled within him. He looked towards Kuai, seeking guidance or assurance, something to know what the hell he was supposed to do now.

“Now use your knees to lift yourself up slightly,” he instructed, helping lift him up with the grip on his hips. Hanzo did as he was told, biting his lip as he felt the ice cock slowly leave him. Kuai stopped him when just the tip was still inside, before beginning to push him back down. “You’ll want to keep lifting yourself up and down like that.”

Kuai let go of Hanzo’s hips, clearly intending for Hanzo to try and do the work for himself now. He tried, lifting himself up ever so slightly, but slowly letting himself fall back down. It felt bizarre, having something moving inside of him, but it was absolutely getting to the point that he couldn’t deny how good it felt.

“Good,” Kuai growled in approval, before slowly peeling Hanzo’s hands off his shoulders. Hanzo whined, but found the other man pressing them back, until Hanzo was propping himself up using his arms. “Use your arms to balance yourself, but keep them behind your back.” Kuai grabbed Hanzo’s chin and teasingly ghosted his lips over Hanzo’s, as if to promise a kiss that never came. “I want to be able to see you.”

And then Kuai peeled himself away, walking back over to his chair where he sat down, picking back up his wine to be a casual voyeur to Hanzo fucking himself. Hanzo did as he had been instructed, lifting himself on his knees and leaning his weight on his arms, sliding up the cock until he reached the tip and then allowing himself to essentially fall back onto it.

He was slow at first, unsure of his actions and if he was doing the right thing, but the more he repeated the motion, the more he found himself getting into a rhythm. His ass began to relax, making it easier for the ice to go in and out. Kuai watched him intently, still sipping his wine with one hand, and the other once more palming his own crotch.

Then, as Hanzo lifted himself up, Kuai flicked his wrist. Hanzo heard a crack underneath him, and on his descent he realised the ice had gotten slightly thicker. He remembered what Kuai had said about using it to stretch him, and as his ass swallowed the ice, he took a second to try and get used to the new size.

He resisted the urge to stall for too long, aware of Kuai’s still intent gaze. Once again, he began the same actions, slowing down to try and allow himself to adjust. This time, he found getting into the rhythm a lot easier, and he was once again fucking himself down on it at a steady pace.

It continued like this for a while, Kuai would flick his wrist, increasing the size, Hanzo would slow down to get used to it, and once he did, Kuai would increase the size again, and the whole cycle would repeat. Hanzo had no idea how long it’d been. It felt to him like he’d been here for hours, just fucking himself for Kuai Liang’s amusement, but it was realistically more like minutes. All Hanzo knew was that fire in his stomach built every time the ice was buried deep inside him and his cock was now fully hard and bouncing with every movement he made.

Kuai’s eyes never left him, he watched for every reaction, every moan, every facial expression and even every time Hanzo’s cock twitched in interest. He was still fully clothed, but Hanzo could see the outline of his cock in his pants, practically begging to be set free.

Hanzo suddenly realised Kuai hadn’t increased the size of the cock in a while. Yet his interest stayed the same, like he was waiting for something to happen. It was while he was pondering this, that he let himself fall down, and as he did, the ice brushed against that same spot Kuai’s finger’s had previously been abusing. Hanzo wasn’t sure what came over him, all he knew was that the action had him practically screaming, screwing his eyes slightly shut and a realisation that his crotch had become particularly wet.

As he slid his eyes open, he looked down at himself, and with the white now painting his thighs and the floor, he realised he’d just come.

“Wonderful,” Kuai commented, and when Hanzo looked back up the other man was clapping slightly. It was then Hanzo realised that this was exactly what Kuai had been waiting for. The wine glass was empty on the table, and Kuai reached for the vial of oil once more, before pushing himself up onto his feet. “I think you deserve a reward for putting on such a good show for me.”

Hanzo wasn’t sure what the reward would be, but something about the idea made him eager for it. As Kuai reached him, he stared up in what he could only describe as need. Kuai smirked once again, reaching down to gently brush some of Hanzo’s hair from his face.

Then Hanzo was once more being rearranged. He was pulled off the ice, and then was pushed back down against the floor. He heard the previous ice being broken, before a hand was taking his wrists and pinning them above his head. Something cold encased them, and when he looked up, there was a thick layer of ice keeping them restrained. When he looked back down, Kuai was running a hand down his torso, looking over him in a way Hanzo could only describe as hungry.

“Open your legs nice and wide for me,” Kuai sweetly requested, and Hanzo tried to do as he was asked. 

He was certain this was it, and Kuai was going to use him. Except Kuai was still fully dressed, and seemed to have no intent on stripping himself off just yet. Then Kuai dipped his face low, bracing his hands on Hanzo’s thighs and forcing them apart just ever so slightly wider. Hanzo had no idea what he was doing.

And then Kuai licked a stripe up Hanzo’s cock.

Hanzo gasped at the action, but it was nothing compared to the throaty moan when Kuai took his cock into his mouth and practically swallowed it whole. Hanzo didn’t have time to question it, as Kuai’s head began to bob up and down, lips and tongue trailing along his cock in a way that almost had Hanzo’s hips bucking. He’d never had a blowjob where he wasn’t the one in charge and setting the pace. Watching as his cock slid in and out of Kuai’s mouth, Kuai’s hands on his hips kept him still and unable to meet the other man's movements.

One of Kuai’s hands released its grip, lowering between his legs. He felt the fingers prod at his hole, before slowly beginning to enter him. Hanzo clenched his fists, trying to silence the sinful noises that Kuai was forcing out from the back of his throat. The fingers immediately sought out that one spot again, and when they pressed down against it, Hanzo trembled at the way it made him feel.

He didn’t dare move, aside from arching his back as Kuai’s fingers rolled in circles, practically massaging the spot, while Kuai’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. The double stimulation was maddening, especially just how skilled Kuai was with both his hand and mouth. He could feel himself begin to reach a peak, and he knew he was close to another orgasm.

“Kuai- Sir- I’m going to-“ He was cut off by Kuai Liang giving a particularly hard suck, knowing what Hanzo was about to say and doubling his efforts to make it happen. Hanzo barely had time to contemplate that before he was loudly groaning, and coming inside Kuai’s mouth.

Kuai kept suckling at him, almost like he was trying to milk Hanzo dry, before finally pulling his fingers free and letting go of Hanzo’s cock with a wet pop. Hanzo watched as Kuai sat up straight, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, letting him see his cum pooling on it. Then Kuai closed it, audibly swallowing, before the pink muscle popped out from between his lips again to show the white substance was now gone.

Fuck. That was one of the hottest things Hanzo had ever seen in his life.

Still he couldn’t think that all this was a bit of a tease. He needed Kuai to fuck him before he completely lost it.

“Please,” he croaked, his voice sounding hoarse. “Please, I need you to-” He cut himself off. He couldn’t say it, the words died on his tongue.

“Need me to what?” Kuai questioned, tilting his head slightly. Hanzo just groaned in response, causing Kuai to chuckle. “I can’t do anything without knowing what you need, Hanzo.”

Hanzo screwed his eyes shut, swallowing his pride as he whispered “I- I need you to fuck me.”

“Hmm, so desperate for it, aren’t you?” Kuai teased, pure delight all over his face at just how needy he’d made Hanzo. He ran his hands up Hanzo’s thighs, making him squirm with want. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Kuai reached for his clothes, slowly pulling it away from his body, piece by piece. But gods, he was being so slow about it. Like he was deliberately taking his time just to wind Hanzo up some more. Eventually he was free of his shirt, and then his hands were hooking into his trousers and pulling them down. As they came down his thighs, they were down enough for his cock to spring free. Hanzo couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath at the sight of it, hard, precum beading at the tip. The thought that it was going to soon be inside him was more exhilarating than he could have ever imagined.

Once free of his clothes, Kuai slotted himself between Hanzo’s legs, hands taking hold of his thighs again and pushing them even further apart. Hanzo felt Kuai’s cock between his legs, rubbing up and down against his hole. Threatening to penetrate but not actually doing so. Teasing him. Fuck. What is it with Kuai Liang and teasing me?

“Please,” he whined pathetically, twisting in his bonds, desperately trying to get Kuai inside him.

Kuai just once more laughed at him, one hand moving to grab Hanzo’s hips, once more keeping him still. With the other hand, he grabbed his own cock, gently stroking it a couple of times. He then used the grip to angle it just right, right against Hanzo’s hole, and begin to push inside.

“Yes,” Hanzo groaned, as he felt Kuai’s cock finally breach him. He still felt a stretch, evidentially Kuai had still wanted his own cock to do some of the work in that respect, but it didn’t hurt. In fact, how full he felt was wonderful.

“Ah, perfect,” Kuai growled as he bottomed out, hands digging into the flesh of Hanzo’s hips. “So perfect. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

Hanzo didn’t get a chance to reply, as Kuai swiftly pulled back before driving straight back into him. Kuai thrust a couple more times, changing his aim slightly with every movement. Hanzo groaned lightly, but then Kuai’s cock drove into that same damned spot that had previously driven him to orgasm, and he was practically mewling. Kuai had found what he wanted, and Hanzo knew the man was going to abuse it without mercy.

Kuai gave a hard thrust as if to make sure, Hanzo practically jolted at the wave of pleasure that came over him. And after that, it was like the floodgates opened. Kuai began to roll his hips, forcing his cock in and out of Hanzo’s hole with purpose. He didn’t even slowly build up his speed, just went straight into overdrive, fucking Hanzo hard and fast. With every thrust forward, Hanzo’s entire body was shoved, his cock, somehow growing hard again and aching for attention.

“Feels good, right?” Kuai managed to growl out between his own laboured breaths, moaning himself with every thrust he made. “You feel so fucking good around me, Hanzo.” Hanzo could feel Kuai’s fingernails digging into his hips. “Can’t believe no one else fucked this hole before me, it’s so god damn perfect.”

Hanzo couldn’t even think about speaking, all he could do was cry out like a whore as Kuai used him. He focused on the sensation of his hole giving way for Kuai’s cock, the way his toes curled from the pure pleasure he was feeling. How the fuck could he ever have sex with any other person, knowing this was how good it could feel with Kuai Liang?

He choked on spit, realising he was going to cum yet again.

“G-going to-“

“Are you going to come again?” Kuai asked, somehow thrusting even faster at the idea. “Go on then, come for me.”

God, why was it like that was a command that his body felt it had to instantly obey? Hanzo’s back arched completely off the floor, eyes screwed shut and tears in the corners of his eyes as he felt his own cum shoot all over his chest. Kuai Liang paused, burying himself as deep as he could, groaning at the way Hanzo clenched around him. He reached a hand forward, drawing a finger through the cum pooled on Hanzo’s chest, just playing with it, smearing it further across Hanzo’s skin.

“You are coming a lot, aren’t you?” Kuai taunted, taking a small amount of Hanzo’s cum on one of his fingers, and bringing it to his lips to lap it off. “I’d almost think you’re really enjoying yourself.” All Hanzo could do was make a small moan of agreement. “Do you like me using you, Hanzo? Do you like taking my cock like a good little whore?”

“Yes,” Hanzo whispered, causing Kuai to bark out a laugh.

“Welcome to my world,” Kuai chuckled, and started to rock his hips again. “I’m usually the one in your position, though how the fuck could I resist a hole this good?” Kuai dragged his nails lightly down Hanzo’s sides, and once more took a bruising grip on his hips. “Should I cum inside you? Fill you right up?”

“Yes!” Hanzo was shocked at his own eagerness, even as he continued to beg “please cum in me!”

“As you wish~”

Kuai picked up the pace, chasing his own pleasure now. It didn’t take too long for his movements to become erratic, and the next thing Hanzo knew he felt Kuai pressing in as deep as he could go, and then he felt his walls being painted with Kuai’s seed. Kuai thrust a couple more times, emptying himself completely within Hanzo, before finally retreating.

Hanzo lay there, panting and desperately trying to get air back into his lungs. And it was as he was lying there, believing he was truly spent, that he realised his cock was growing hard again. Or… Had it ever gone soft in the first place? He usually had a high drive, and could usually last a couple of rounds, but never like this.

Next thing he knew, Kuai was kneeling beside him, breaking the restraints and sitting him up. Hanzo felt a glass being pressed to his lips, and he greedily began to gulp down the water he was offered.

“We aren’t done, by the way,” Kuai casually informed him, and Hanzo almost choked on the water from how blunt it was. “I just thought you’d appreciate a water break.”

Hanzo pushed the glass away, swallowing what was in his mouth before asking “you still want to go?”

It dawned on him how hypocritical that question sounded when his own cock was lying at full mast between his legs.

“I warned you I was insatiable.” Kuai took a swig of the water himself, before offering it to Hanzo again. “And I have only cum once, in comparison to how many times you have.”

Hanzo huffed, but accepted the water again. He hadn’t realised how thirsty he’d been.

“Of course, we can stop, if you really want to,” Kuai drawled sarcastically, like he already knew the answer.

“No,” Hanzo complained immediately, giving Kuai the answer he expected. “No, I want to continue.”

Kuai gave a triumphant smile at that, drinking what little remained of the water and sliding the glass away off the floor.

“Well then, let’s get back to it.” Kuai held out his hand, and in front of them another cock made from ice materialised. He lent in close to Hanzo’s ear and whispered “I think you know what to do by now.”

“Yes Sir,” Hanzo replied, crawling over to the ice. He shifted so he was knelt above it, trying to line it up with his hole. He felt the cold catch against his rim, and then he was pressing himself down on it.

As he settled, Kuai walked around in front of him, leisurely stroking his cock as he did. He reached a hand forward, tangling his fingers through Hanzo’s hair, and it took everything in Hanzo not to nuzzle into the touch.

“So, tell me Hanzo,” Kuai started, gently patting his cock against Hanzo’s face. “Have you ever sucked a man off before?”

“No Sir,” he replied, trying to ignore how embarrassed he felt by that. After Kuai’s outstanding efforts earlier, he knew he had no hope of matching that.

“I guess I’ll have to teach you that too.” Kuai moved his thumb down to Hanzo’s lips, pressing down on them. “Open wide, try to keep your teeth out of the way.”

Hanzo opened as wide as he could, extremely conscious of his teeth as Kuai began to slide inside him. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting dick to taste like, but it was a little underwhelming, if he was honest. It just sort of tasted like skin.

“Good,” Kuai commented, resting a hand on top of Hanzo’s head. “Now, start to move your head back and forth.”

Hanzo tried to do so, clamping his lips around the length and slowly pulling back. His eyes flicked up to Kuai, trying to read his expression as he began forward again. He misjudged how much of Kuai he could take, as the tip of the other man's cock hit the back of his throat and he immediately gagged. Kuai had taken his entire length with such little effort, he hadn’t expected it to be so hard.

“Easy.” Kuai used his hand to pull Hanzo back to a more comfortable length. “I know I made deepthroating look simple earlier, but you have to have sucked a lot of dicks to get to that level.” He winked slightly and Hanzo couldn’t help but widen his eyes at how readily Kuai could admit his sexual history. “Just take what you can, no need to rush.”

Kuai used his grip on Hanzo’s head to help show him how to move. As Hanzo’s body swayed back and forth, he felt the ice cock begin to slide in and out of him slightly. Not enough to really get him off, but enough to make him desperately want to fuck himself on it again. But right now, he wanted to focus on Kuai Liang, and doing enough of a good job to please him.

“That’s it, you’re a natural,” Kuai groaned, lightly thrusting his hips to meet Hanzo’s face as he drew forward. “Try to use your tongue a bit.”

Hanzo wasn’t entirely sure how, but he pressed his tongue upwards against Kuai’s cock and let it trail along the length. The throaty moan and way Kuai’s fingers tangled in his hair indicated this was the correct action.

“God, yes, so good.” Despite Kuai’s insistence, Hanzo wasn’t entirely sure he was really doing good enough.

He attempted to push forward more, wanting so badly to be able to take Kuai to the hilt, but then it hit his throat and once again he found himself gagging. Kuai sighed, pulling Hanzo off him completely. Hanzo looked up at him pitifully, his own saliva dripping down his chin, as Kuai’s cock hung tantalisingly in front of his face.

“I understand you are trying to please me, but you need to listen to what I’m telling you.” Kuai lightly rubbed his cock at Hanzo’s lips, and Hanzo couldn’t help but mouth at the tip. “You won’t take it all in, not on your first time. Your gag reflex will always kick in. Just take in what you can, it’s what you do with your lips and tongue that matter far more than how deep you go. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” Hanzo replied, pressing a kiss on the head of Kuai’s dick.

“Good.” He held the base of his cock, patting it against Hanzo’s lips a couple of times. “Open up.”

As soon as his mouth was open, Kuai was pressing back in, and Hanzo took his advice, forgoing his attempts to take Kuai whole and focusing instead on his movements. He made sure to purse his lips, using his tongue to lap at and trail along the flesh. He sucked hard on the tip, before making his way back up the length, revelling in the taste of precum building on his tongue.

“There we go,” Kuai moaned. “That’s it, just a little more.”

Hanzo doubled his efforts, sucking on the cock like his life depended on it. He was moaning himself now, the ice cock nestled inside him still rocking with his movements. His own cock was neglected right now, but god he felt it sway between his legs.

Kuai suddenly held Hanzo’s head still, and seconds later Hanzo could taste salt, as something thick began to fill his mouth. Kuai thrust a few more times, before pulling out, and leaving Hanzo with his cum.

Kuai cupped Hanzo’s cheek, and whispered “swallow.”

Hanzo rolled the cum around his tongue for a minute, before attempting to swallow it. Unused to the consistency, he felt himself choke slightly the first time he tried. The second attempt it went down easier, but he still found himself coughing slightly once it was gone.

“Sorry, I should have warned you it’s strange your first time.” Kuai got down onto his knees, all the while stroking Hanzo’s face, and rubbing the saliva still dripping down from his mouth into his skin. “Still, that was excellent, well done.” The proud smile Kuai gave made something inside Hanzo sing with joy. “I think you deserve another reward for that.”

Hanzo was expecting another blowjob, only to be surprised when Kuai twisted his own body, turning his back completely to Hanzo. He was admittedly confused, although Kuai pressed himself backwards, so his back was flush against Hanzo’s chest. He grabbed Hanzo’s hands, bringing them up and wrapping them around his chest, making sure the hands were directly over his pecs.

And then, Hanzo felt Kuai grab his cock, and press it against his hole.

“So here's what’s going to happen,” Kuai started, pausing for Hanzo to moan as his cock was surrounded. Kuai was already lubed up, and Hanzo wondered just when he’d done it. Was this part of Kuai’s plan all along, or does he just like to be prepared? “You are going to fuck me, while also fucking yourself on my makeshift dildo. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Hanzo breathed out, burying his face into Kuai’s shoulder as he bottomed out. Kuai felt so fucking good around him, he had to savour it for a moment. His fingers dug into the flesh of Kuai’s pecs, grabbing hold of them and marvelling at how soft they felt.

He began pulling back, finding that as his cock slid out of Kuai Liang, the ice sank deeper inside himself. And as he pressed forward into Kuai, the ice slipped out of him. He groaned, if he thought Kuai fingering him and sucking his cock was the heights that double pleasure could bring him, he realised now that he was sorely mistaken.

He could feel his entire body shake as he desperately tried to start a rhythm, but it was so hard when he couldn’t tell which he wanted more. To be seated deep within Kuai Liang or to have the ice cock all the way inside himself. It was like he was chasing two different pleasures and both of them were deliriously good.

Kuai wrapped a hand back, taking hold of Hanzo’s face and pulling it up. It was then that Kuai claimed his lips with his own, Hanzo moaning straight into Kuai’s mouth as he eagerly opened up to let their tongue’s mingle. Kuai accepted the move, swiping his tongue around Hanzo’s mouth and desperately tasting him. Hanzo gave a particularly hard thrust that had Kuai gasp.

Kuai pulled back slightly, still twisted to look at Hanzo the best he could. “Come on Hanzo, you can fuck me harder. I’m not that delicate.”

Hanzo wasn’t sure how the hell he could fuck Kuai harder than he already was doing, but the realisation that it’d mean he was fucking himself harder immediately encouraged him to at least try. His pace had been steady, not exactly slow but not as fast as it could be. He tried to speed up, trying to make his thrusts forward harder. He knew that Kuai probably had that same bundle of nerves that had made Hanzo see stars, but he had no idea how to find that spot in this situation.

“God, yes, that’s it,” Kuai growled, hungrily kissing Hanzo again, “so fucking good for me.” He lightly bit Hanzo’s lip. “First a perfect ass, and also a perfect cock. I’ve hit the jackpot with you, haven’t I?”

“Fuck,” Hanzo groaned under his breath, and by the Elder Gods he was going to cum again. He could feel his movements starting to stutter, not sure if he was trying to get himself to climax faster or if he was attempting to slow down so that this heavenly experience would last longer.

“Are you going to cum again?” Kuai asked, licking at Hanzo’s lips. Hanzo just nodded his head in agreement, squeezing Kuai’s pecs like they were a stress ball. “Good.” Kuai began to rock himself back and force, meeting Hanzo’s own movements. “I want you to cum inside me, pretty boy.”

The pet name caught him so completely off guard, all his efforts to try and not cum completely dissolved, and he immediately shot his load deep inside Kuai Liang. His partner laughed, kissing him again but continuing to move, like he didn’t want a drop of Hanzo’s cum anywhere except his ass.

“You liked being called a pretty boy that much?” He taunted, and Hanzo felt his face going hot again. He’d never been called such a thing before. Handsome, yes. Beautiful, yes. Pretty? No. Pretty boy, not even a combination of words he’d ever think to use for himself. “So many ways I could exploit that.”

“Please.” Hanzo wasn’t sure what he was pleading for. If he wanted Kuai to not use such a weakness against him, or if he wanted him to never call him anything else.

He felt Kuai untangle his arms, and pull himself off Hanzo’s cock. He was removed from the ice, it unceremoniously being broken, and he felt himself once more being pushed to the floor. This time however, Kuai Liang straddled his waist. He reached a hand behind, stroking Hanzo’s cock a couple of times, clearly trying to coax him to hardness again.

To his surprise, it took very little to get his cock interested.

God what is this man doing to me?

Once satisfied, Kuai repositioned himself until he was hovering above Hanzo’s cock, and soon he was lowering himself, while making sure to stuff Hanzo back inside him again. Hanzo groaned, hands balling into fists as he threw his them over his face. Kuai really wasn’t lying when he said he was insatiable. Hanzo wasn’t sure how much cum he had left in him, at this rate he was going to be completely dry for the rest of his life.

Kuai’s ass settled against Hanzo’s pelvis, resting his hands against Hanzo’s chest for stabilisation. He didn’t stay still for long, and soon he was rolling his hips, lifting himself and practically riding Hanzo’s cock into oblivion.

Hanzo’s hands darted forward to grab Kuai’s arms, at least to have something to hold onto. Kuai didn’t seem to mind, and it was clear he was trying to focus on himself this time, Hanzo practically just a glorified sex toy for him to use. Even so, Hanzo felt the way Kuai clenched around him, and wondered if this was the same thing Kuai had felt when he was the one topping.

“Gods, you are so big,” Kuai groaned in wonder as he forced Hanzo’s cock as far as it would go. “Best cock I’ve had in years.”

Well. That was definitely a nice stroke to Hanzo’s ego.

Even so, rather than smugly revelling in such a compliment, he found himself absolutely mesmerised by Kuai instead. Way his body moved, how his muscles flexed from the actions, how effortless this all was. He didn’t even look half as worn out as Hanzo felt, barely breaking out in a sweat. It was like he could go on all night and not get tired. His face was contorted into pure pleasure, his mouth open and tongue hanging out, eyes alternating between wide open and screwed shut.

Fuck, Hanzo was beginning to wonder if he’d died and gone to heaven at this point.

Kuai let out a loud moan, throwing his head back as he came, shooting all over Hanzo’s chest. The way his ass clenched around Hanzo was enough to send him over the edge as well, and soon he found himself cumming inside the other man once again. Kuai rolled his hips a couple more times, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.

This time, Hanzo didn’t think there was any way for him to get hard again. Satisfied as he was, there was just no way. His dick was practically dead, and no amount of resuscitation was going to bring it back.

As Kuai finally got off him, Hanzo practically went limp on the floor, closing his eyes. He felt a pair of lips press against his cheek, and when he opened his eyes Kuai was nuzzling against his face.

“Think you can last just a little longer?” Kuai asked, and Hanzo resisted the urge to laugh in his face. Insatiable was an understatement. “I just want to cum one last time. You don’t have to do anything except be a warm hole for me to fuck.”

God, Kuai was trying to kill him, because he swore to the Gods that if it could, his dick would have gotten rock hard from that last sentence alone.

“Okay. One more time.” He agreed with a smile. Even if he was done, there was a weird satisfaction in knowing Kuai could still find use for him.

“Thank you.” Kuai kissed the tip of Hanzo’s nose, before gently flipping him onto his stomach.

Hanzo lay still in wait, feeling Kuai press himself against Hanzo’s back. He could feel Kuai’s cock probing once more at his hole, before slowly sinking into him. Hanzo moaned, his ass sore, but somehow it still felt so good. Kuai was practically covering him like a blanket, pinning him to the floor. Not that Hanzo could move if he wanted to.

He felt Kuai begin to thrust, practically pounding into Hanzo with such force it knocked the breath out of his lungs. Kuai’s lips were at Hanzo’s neck, mouthing at it and sucking kisses into his skin, marking him. And Hanzo wanted it. He wanted everyone to know who he belonged to, wanted everyone to know that Kuai Liang owned him.

Kuai’s dick was pistoning in and out of him, the other man moaning and groaning into his neck. His arms wrapped around Hanzo’s front, holding him close. There was a possessive note to the action, like Kuai thought someone could take Hanzo away from him. He wanted to assure him that wouldn’t happen, that if Kuai asked him to be his, he would be in an instant. That he and only he would ever have Hanzo in this way.

Hanzo would not submit to anyone else, only Kuai got that pleasure.

Kuai gave a particularly hard thrust, biting into Hanzo’s neck as he did, and Hanzo once more felt the satisfying sensation of being filled with cum. Kuai jerked his hips, before finally unhinging his jaw. Hanzo felt Kuai completely withdraw from him, and he was equal parts devastated it was over and relieved he could rest.

After all, maybe he could convince Kuai to let this happen again some time.

Kuai rounded to kneel in front of him, running a hand through Hanzo’s hair and smiling down at him.

“That was wonderful,” Kuai told him, before reaching to help Hanzo sit up, and eventually stand. “Come, let’s clean you up.”

Hanzo didn’t say anything, just let Kuai lead him off to what he assumed was a bathroom, internally plotting how he’d bring up the possibility of doing this all over again at a later date.

Hanzo was lying back in the bed, staring at the ceiling with his hands on his chest. Now that he was cleaned up and the adrenaline had completely worn off, he was trying to compute what he’d just learnt about himself. If Kuai still refused to help him, he guessed he’d at least discovered what a pleasurable experience being in submission could be. Even if deep inside, he wasn’t sure it’d be that good with anyone other than Kuai Liang.

He looked up towards where Kuai was leaning against a desk, a cigarette in his hand and exhaling the smoke from his nose. Hanzo cleared his throat, feeling like he needed to say something.

“That was… intense,” Hanzo commented, unsure what other word he could use to describe it. He watched as Kuai smirked to himself.

“I did try to warn you.” Kuai shrugged, taking one final drag of his cigarette before putting it out on an ashtray.

“Do you do that a lot?” Hanzo questioned, because the only way he could conceive of Kuai being that skilled in sex was that he’d had a lot of it. Skilled enough to make Hanzo reconsider his entire relationship with sexual intercourse.

“Not… like that.” Kuai grimaced as he pushed himself away from the desk and began to walk over to Hanzo. “Although I suppose the benefit of almost exclusively being the receiver is you learn a thing or two about what feels good and what doesn’t.”

“I see.” Kuai had definitely made comments throughout that suggested he preferred to bottom. But regardless, he was definitely excellent at playing the dominant. “Well… You’re very good at it.”

“Thank you,” Kuai chipperly replied, and Hanzo almost laughed at how proud of himself he sounded.

“So. Does this mean you’ll help me now?” Hanzo didn’t really want to spoil the good mood, but he needed to know the answer. He was relieved when Kuai Liang gave him a sloppy smile.

“Well, that was what we agreed.” He sat down at the foot of the bed, looking at Hanzo with what he’d almost describe as a fond expression. “I will help you get your revenge, Hanzo Hasashi.”

Kuai Liang was a man of his word, thankfully.

“But, I think you probably need a bit more rest before we start talking about that.” And then that previously fond smile turned back into that signature smirk. “I did rather run a number on you.”

“Maybe I should run one on you, just so we’re even,” Hanzo commented without even thinking what he was saying.

Kuai laughed in response, “given what just happened, do you really think you can handle me, Hasashi?”

Hanzo felt his face go hot, as Kuai hopped off the bed. Kuai did seem like he'd be a handful in general in the bedroom, regardless of what role or position he was in. Hanzo felt like he was up to the challenge, even if Kuai clearly didn’t think so.

“That said…” Kuai said with a drawn out drawl, slowly walking away towards the bedroom door. “I certainly wouldn’t say no to riding your cock again, pretty boy.”

Hanzo spluttered at the use of that pet name again, and even without turning around to see him, Kuai began to cackle at the reaction. He didn’t say anything more, just gleefully continued to leave the room, practically skipping with the knowledge he’d gotten under Hanzo’s skin that much.

As Hanzo threw himself back down against the bed, he ran his hands down his face and despite himself, smiled.

This was going to be a very interesting alliance.

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#5

See You Again***

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Doc Ock X F!Reader

word count: f knows it’s long probably like 5-6k sorry lmao

You’re visited one night at work by Doc Ock himself and every memory you once had of him came swarming back; as did the untold feelings you shared for him.

warnings: 18+ so minors shoo. Ock being a bit creepy to reader, slight manhandling but nothing sinister. Nsfw, Smut, praise, dirty talk, p in v sex, restraints used by tentacles, bit angsty and a bit of fluff, cream pie, swearing, not properly proofread. One off shot, won’t do a part 2 ❤️

A/N gif by me. Request for my beautiful @itsjml - Happy belated birthday 👑 and this is my first Doc Ock fic! So I hope you enjoy you doc ock fuckers 🐙

Italics is flashback

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When the news struck about Otto Octavius robbing banks, destroying buildings and becoming the new villain of New York, you couldn’t believe it.

This was Otto, your Otto. Well, he never was but you had once or twice imagined in your silly thoughts that he could be. Funny, right? The only man to pay you any mind, only one to actually talk with you about everything and anything. And now he is gone; replaced by a villain that terrorizes the city.

When you met Otto, it was your second week into the job at Oscorp. It was Harry who initially hired you as the two of you had been friends in college and when he heard you were looking for something just to help pay rent at your small apartment, he just had a new position open up; a receptionist.

It wasn’t the glamorous job you always thought you’d have as a young, naive kid but the pay was decent. It was just a tad boring, answering emails and phone calls on a phone that you had to hold the cord in a certain place to hear the customer properly all day long.

But, you found yourself enjoying it more when you met Otto. You had seen him a few times and low-key admired the tall, slightly heavy set man from afar but it wasn’t until one storming morning you first spoke to each other.

Running towards the building in the blistering winds and heavy downfall of rain as black clouds wrapped around the city sky, you didn’t realise that in your mad sprint you had dropped the fob onto the floor.

As you went to let yourself in, you cursed as the fob wasn’t anywhere on your person.

By now, your hair was drenched, strands clinging onto your damp face and your white shirt did you the injustice of becoming transparent and showing off your dark navy bra. You didn’t even bring a coat because the forecast was supposed to be bright and sunny all week - not torrential rain.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over you and a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders and brought you close to their side. Since you were always told to be wary about foes in the city, you were about to make a swipe at them and tell them off for randomly grabbing you but as you looked at them the side profile of the Doctor you had been admiring stood at your side with an umbrella sheltering you both.

“Drop your fob, ma’am?” He questions, not taking a look at you as he pulled out his own entry device and swipes it against the door as the two of you piled into the warmth of the building.

“Uh, yeah. Looks that way.” You shudder once his arm leaves you and you turn to see him shake out the rain from his umbrella before he looks up at you and smiles. And what a charming smile he had.

You weren't sure, but you would hazard a guess that this man was trying his damn hardest not to tear his eyes away from your face to gaze at your slight state of exposure but, being the gentleman he seemed to be, he didn’t. “You’re Harry’s friend.” He says more of a statement than a question.

Stupidly looking at him all awestruck like, it was when he cleared his throat that you snapped out of your gaze and thanked your red cheeks on the cold weather rather than the embarrassment of staring at him. “Yeah, that’s me.”

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#4

Touch Starved with Tech

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Tech X GN!Reader

word count: 3.4k

The fifth and final instalment of the Touch Starved Series with the gorgeous Tech.

warnings: none, touch starved Tech, fluff, a little suggestive if you squint. Enjoy 🤍 SCHEDULED POST.

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Affection was not something Tech had any particular interest in when growing up nor was it something he was ever on the receiving thing of. It didn’t bother him, no. In fact, he never felt as though he needed to hug someone or shake someone’s hand to show comfort or gratitude. Why would he when his mind was racing with a thousand different ways to show these types of feelings?

That all changed however when you came into his life.

You had met him and the rest of the batch on Kamino, working under Master Jedi Shaaki Ti as one of the medical team. It was her who had signed you up to work with Clone Force 99 and although you all seemed reluctant, it was the best thing to ever happen.

There was no mistaking that Tech had found you attractive, every one of his brothers did and it didn’t help that you were also incredibly kind-hearted and funny. You were patient but brutally honest when you had to be and most of all? You listened to him.

It was a calm day for the Batch, relaxing on the sands of Tatooine and waiting for the next set of missions to come fire their way and Tech was doing his typical daily repairs. However, he ran into a small problem with one of the compartments under the control panel that controls the reflector shields and needed an assistant.

You just so happened to be walking past and glance in his way to see the harsh concentration grace his sharp features. “Everything alright, Tech?”

Glancing up from under the panel upon hearing the sound of the voice, an idea popped into his mind. “Ah! I don’t suppose you could spare a minute or two and assist me with some general repairs?”

“Are you sure? I’m not exactly good at that kind of stuff.” It’s not that you did not want to help but the thought of possibly accidentally breaking something triggered in your mind. It wasn’t until Tech said that you only had to hold some wires and maybe pass him some tools that finally convinced you to help.

“Well, okay then. Let me just take my jacket off and I’ll come under.”

“Not a problem, I can wait.” Tech confirmed by pulling himself back under the panel, laying on the flat piece of his armour on his back and awaited your return.

When you did, the top half of your body only sported a vest top since the ship was hotter than usual (obviously because of the planet and obviously because Wrecker had accidentally broken the cooling system… another task for another day) and got on your knees beside him.

“Alright I’m ready! Can I come under?”

Tech made a noise of what could only be a grunt of approval, slightly shifting more to his left to give you some room as you lay on your back and shimmied your way up beside him. “Okay sir, what would you like me to do?”

Your formal address to him made him chuckle in amusement. “Please, you do not need to call me such formalities as I am nothing more than your teammate. But, I would like you to hold onto this yellow wire whilst I calibrate the circuit board just here.”

Subtly, you rolled your eyes at Tech’s correction to the nickname you gave him but nonetheless took the yellow between your fingers and watched him tinker away.

As you watched him, your eyes traveled down to spot the side of his face, small beads of sweat trickling down from his temple. His face remained set in concentration, jaw clenching and slightly gritting his teeth.

Safe to say that if you were wearing something with a collar, you'd be hot underneath it.

Out of all the members of the Batch, you were probably closest to Tech and but that has unfortunately led to you feeling some kind of way around him. You tried to brush it off as a little crush but the more he taught you, spoke to you… it was definitely more than a little crush.

You tore your eyes away once he asked for the wire back and as you passed the wire towards him, his gloved fingers wrapped around your index finger accidentally causing Tech to gasp and pull back quickly.

Eyes widening a little at his reaction, the first thought that came to mind was that he had an electric shock of some kind.

“Tech, what was that? You okay?” You asked quickly, shifting a little on your side to look at him better as he inspected his fingers closely after dropping his spanner onto his chest.

“I am not too sure what it was but I can assure you that I am alright and you should not be alarmed.” He said simply but on the inside, his blood was boiling and his heart was racing.

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449 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#3

I feel like none of this would’ve happened if Plo Koon didn’t die

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#2

Touch Starved with Echo

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Echo X GN!Reader

word count: 2.6k

The fourth instalment of the Touch Starved Series and this time it’s with the handsome Echo who feels as though he’s not worthy of any comfort.

warnings: This ones a little angsty as Echo is super insecure about his relatively new ‘modifications’. Reader comforts Echo so fluff will be expected too.

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Echo being touch starved was not a surprise to anyone. Echo knew he was and so did you and so did his vod to be honest.

The only problem was that he did not like to be touched. At all. The only contact he had recently was with Tech who makes adjustments to his newly modified body and the thought of anyone else touching him made him feel sick.

Sick because he no longer felt like a human and sick at the thought of someone being disgusted by him.

When he met you however, he saw no signs of disgust on your face when you first met in that hangar. However, he stayed way back from you whenever it came to physical contact.

In fact, you thought that you had insulted him when you stuck out your hand to shake his but as he went to put his hand towards you he winced silently and just nodded instead.

But, the two of you got along and that’s all that mattered.

It was a quiet day for the squad, drifting through space as Hunter and Crosshair took control of the cockpit, Wrecker was snoozing in his bunk meanwhile Echo and Tech were tinkering away in the main hull of the ship.

Echo was calibrating something for Tech, the use of his scomp being a valuable asset to the task but Echo noticed that it began to malfunction. He pulled it out of the socket and gave it an experimental twirl but sighed as it got jammed. This wasn’t the first time either, it had been happening at least three times a week and it happening in the middle of working wasn’t great.

“Hey Tech,” he called over to the goggled clone who was head down in his datapad and scanning through the ships files, “my scomp is jammed again.”

He looked up and frowned. “I’m afraid I can’t assist you at the moment.” Then, you walked in and a lightbulb ignited in his brain. “Y/N can help you.”

“Help you with what?” You question, surprised at the sudden task being put on you as soon as you entered.

Echo felt a little nauseous. “Oh, er- it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing when we need your help with repairs on my ship. Now let them help.” Tech said almost dismissively as he stood and went to speak with Hunter about whatever which just left you two alone.

You immediately sensed his slight hostility about you helping but you were now adamant to tend to whatever he needed and so sat on the swivel chair next to his and smiled. “Is it your scomp?” You nod towards his arm and he arches a brow.

“How did you know?”

“Heard you were having trouble with it a few days ago is all.” You tell him, grabbing some of Tech’s tools that he left on the side by his workbench. “I probably won’t get it working perfectly but I could have a nosey at it.”

Echo chewed on the inside of his cheek, tossing the proposition of you helping him up in his mind until he sighed and nodded. “That’ll be helpful.”

“Not a problem, just place your arm up on here.” You pat the workbench and Echo does as he is told, begrudgingly laying his arm or what was left of it on top and watches as you inspect it before grabbing a small scalpel.

“I’m just gonna see if it’s jammed with dirt first.” You figured telling him what you were about to do with his body was the best step to take, not wanting to do something that might make him snap at you which if you were being honest, didn’t think would ever happen. Echo was always so kind to you and made you caf in the mornings but you soon began to realise you didn’t know much about him. You knew he was a ‘reg’ but you were not told the whole story of how he joined the squad in the first place.

You only joined a month or two after he did as a medic who also knew their way around a power converter and repairing engines so Echo knew he was in somewhat good hands.

You scraped the scalpel alongside the socket, gently tugging at any dirt or oil residue that may have slipped in and cleaned it on some tissue before putting it back in.

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[mayahawkins]

thanks nic @messrsbyler for tagging me in this wip game. it seems super fun so here we go. i realised that i had more wips than i thought i did lmao. some are from the same fic though, just different file names but yes i will be including them.

rules:

post up to five (5) file names of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

after you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. you must then write 3 sentences in that file

that’s it! you can invite others to join in or just post

wips:

fd - wedding

fd - driving

kisses to shut them up

force proximity in UD

common interests - stonathan

snippet (from fd - wedding):

Steve's eyes flicked down to Jonathan's lips. It was so quick that Jonathan wasn’t sure it had actually happened. He kind of hoped it had. At that thought, he had a moment of internally freaking out, hoping it didn’t show on his face. Is he about to kiss me right now? Jonathan thought wildly. Why do I want him to? They were standing so close. Jonathan was hyper-focused on how their arms that rested against the railing were touching now. He wasn’t sure when that had happened. They were still staring at each other, the moment stretching on longer than Jonathan thought possible. He thought Steve might’ve started leaning in when suddenly there was a rush of sound as someone opened the balcony door. They immediately leapt apart, both turning to see who was coming outside. Dustin stood in the doorway, hand still on the doorknob, looking between the two of them.  “Am I—“ he paused, unsure, “Am I interrupting something?” “No!” Jonathan said, slightly panicked. “Yes,” Steve said at the same moment. Jonathan thought he heard some annoyance there but wasn’t sure if that was just wishful thinking or not. Had Steve actually been about to kiss him? That wasn’t possible, right? This was just business to Steve. There was no way he liked Jonathan the way Jonathan liked him. Right?  “Okay…” Dustin drew out the last syllable and Jonathan was quickly brought back to the present. “I was just getting some fresh air.”  “Yeah,” Jonathan said, “It’s a little crowded in there, huh?” “Just a bit,” Dustin agreed. “What’re you two talking about?” He came and stood in the space that had been created between them when they had jumped apart. Jonathan immediately regretted moving so far away from Steve. He needed to get a grip.

I'm not gonna tag anyone bc nic tagged most of the people i'd tag so anyone feel free to rb this and do it!! fr, i wanna read your wips!!