#ty for this!! interesting to meee

[teekays]

friend of mine does visa work for a company (not an NHL team) and it's pretty boring lol it's like a specialization of HR you just get good at knowing the relevant paperwork needed based on the country of origin of the person the company/team wants to hire. the team would be the employer sponsoring the player's visa. for jobs like athlete/performer/actor there are visas based on being recognized as a special talent in your field. it's similar to how singers can tour the world and make money in other countries because there's only one taylor swift, for example. i think when beauvilier got traded from the canucks to the hawks his visa needed a few days to process and he was able to play their away games in canada but not yet their games in the states. it was very brief though, seems like the teams have this thing down to a science and can also probably pay to expedite processing

THIS IS FASCINATING TO ME THO!!! it's one of those things where like, this isn't part of my regular world at all so i'm always interested in the minutiae of the behind the scenes stuff. does anyone have a friend who books the hotels for an nhl team

[k-hotchoisan]

vanilla and cream

<yeosang x fem!reader>

where you flip a switch in your pretty boyfriend, and now he has a breeding fetish he can never get out of his system no thanks to you.

Genres: smut, pwp, forced breeding, mild bondage, cream pies, breeding kink/fetish, overstimulation, unprotected sex, whiny and desperate Yeosang for the girlies out there, it's quite a lot of cum (but are we surprised)

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @sanhwajjong @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @hongjoongswifefr @yourlocaljonghoe itza-meee

🩷 stay perverted: the masterlist

Yeosang never considered himself to have much kinks or fetishes, at least, before he met you. But even when the relationship as partners turned more intimate, Yeosang never seemed to have much preference when it comes to sex. 

But nothing could have prepared him for the effect just one night could have on him. Now he can’t seem to get enough, and he drives him fucking insane. The taste of it still lingers in his tongue as if it just happened the night before, and when he finally snaps out of it (barely), Yeosang has to make sure he’s not wearing pants that that especially pull taut against his crotch, or that would definitely become an issue.

The ironic thing was that it started on an ordinary night. 

You are peppering kisses across his temples, his pretty little birthmark, before you go down to his neck and shoulders, listening to the soft hums of approval while his hands are warm on your sides.

“Could you let me try something, Yeo?” You ask, going back to facing him at eye level, your palm resting against his soft cheek. 

“What is it?” Yeosang asks back, closing the distance with a kiss. The way he’s swiping and biting softly against your bottom lip, almost erasing whatever you wanted to tell him. 

You giggle in between the kiss, teasing him back with your tongue in your mouth before you pull back, leaving Yeosang slightly breathless.

“Do you trust me?” 

Yeosang nods, his fingers combing through your hair. “Of course baby.”

“Could you let me tie you up and fuck you?”

Yeosang blinks. He never really gave bondage much thought, and even if he did, he always thought you would be the one tied up.

After a second of silence from him, you shift around the bed, Yeosang following your gaze, watching you take white rope from the nightstand. 

“I practiced” you assured him.

Yeosang cocks an eyebrow. “On someone else?”

You hit him playfully, earning a giggle from the male.

“Obviously not, dumbass”, you tease. “So do you want to try it? We can stop any time if it hurts?”

Yeosang ponders for a second. Deep inside, anticipation brews in him—the thought of you tying him up and fucking him on top. It’s not as if he doesn’t let you ride him, it’s just the addition of bondage had roused his interest. So he agrees to try it out. 

Your soft, warm walls hug Yeosang, he swears he’s at the fucking gates of heaven. His muscles flex when he pulls against the ropes, groaning at the pleasure rapidly filling him up. His thoughts are swarming altogether, growing incoherent. He wonders if this strangely more euphoric because it’s something new introduced to the bedroom. He’s never complained about the current sex life the both of you have, he enjoys it, but something about this arrangement is getting a rouse out of him. Yeosang’s heart is pounding, and he hopes you can hear that it’s for you. 

“Babe…” he trails off, still tugging against the restraints. You think the way he looks almost helpless is so endearing, especially when he has his cock sunk all the way into your cunt. And the thought of being completely helpless while you fucked him senseless? Yeosang is indulging it in like it’s his favourite dessert. 

“How does it feel, baby?” You ask, letting your hands run down from your shoulders, giving your nipples a little tug before your hands slide down your bare body and thighs. Yeosang swallows hard, another soft groan leaving his lips as the sounds of skin slapping slowly grows wetter and wetter. His moans turn into whines. 

“So good. So tight, so warm. Fuck”, Yeosang curses, forcing his eyelids open, wanting to look at the way your cunt sinking down and swallowing his pathetic, twitching cock, as cream gradually coats his length. 

Yeosang barely manages to calm down, trying to regain his breathing, his control, from just bursting in you. He doesn’t want to risk cumming in you, no matter how fucking good he thinks it’ll feel, because it’s the first time in a long while since then both of you fucked without protection. Yeosang bites his lips, taking deep breaths, his abdomen flexing once more, his arms pulling against the ropes again. You stare at him, watching Yeosang shift helplessly, his face contorting into pleasure from time to time when he feels you squeeze against him. 

“B-babe… I don’t think—ah fuck—we should keep going”, he barely manages out. You see the beads of perspiration clinging against his temples and his cheeks. 

“Why not?”, you tilt your head, your grinding slowing painfully down, Yeosang jerks slightly, he feels his throat grow dry when, especially the orgasm that was dangling before him completely gets snatched from him. Yeosang spits another curse. 

“I’m not wearing protection,” Yeosang replies, his thighs now trembling from the tension. “It’s not safe.”

You plant a finger on your lip, scrunching your eyebrows, pouting at him slightly, your pussy still riding off his cock. It feels so fucking good that it’s starting to fucking hurt. “But don’t you want to cum, baby?”

Yeosang’s eyes are slowly growing more glazed out the more your hips slap against his. He wants to cum so fucking badly that he doesn’t even know how he’s still thinking of protection. But he still nods, and he’s rewarded with you picking up the pace and bouncing off his cock again, which he wonders if it’s a punishment to feel this fucking amazing. 

“But still—“ Yeosang tries to counter, only to be shut up when you have him completely up to the hilt, dragging your cunt against his poor cock, sending him into another layer of pleasure, his hips unintentionally bucking up to yours. 

“I’m so fucking full, Yeo,” you hum, leaning closer into him, your body pressing onto his, still bouncing off him. “You make me so fucking full. So fucking thick.” 

A pained whimper escapes his lips. He doesn’t think he can last much longer. 

You lean in, your hands cupping his pretty face. Yeosang has his eyes screwed shut, his long lashes resting against his skin, he’s biting his lips, sometimes letting go soft pants that come off as whimpers. 

“You’re gonna cum in me like a good boy, okay? You know you want to”, you hum once more, before a soft moan leaves your lips when you feel him grow even more in your cunt, his cockhead pressing against your g-spot when your hips lower down once more to fit him fully once more.

Yeosang is able to lock his fucked out eyes with yours, looking at you with so much desire, so much adoration, before his eyes roll back, his jaw slacks, his abdomen completely flexed. He’s in so much bliss, the pleasure tingling—streaming like electricity across every single nerve that existed in his body as his cock squirts so much thick and warm cum right into your tight little hole. He couldn’t even tell you that he was about to cum before it happened. All he hears is your soft voice, coaxing him to empty it all in your pussy, with broken moans in between. 

When Yeosang is barely recovered from his high, your fingers are under his chin, gently guiding his head to face you, still sat prettily on his spent cock. 

“Good boy. Look at the pretty mess you’ve made”, you praise, leaning back, forcing him to watch you pull out of him. His cock is decorated in a pretty translucent, wet coat of cum, but what completely flips something in him is when your fingers slide to your wet folds, barely pulling them open, and the thick, white cum trickles out of your hole. Yeosang is completely entranced and breathless. And he’s completely hard again. 

“You filled me up so good, Yeo,” you smile, even though at the same time whimpering as another load seeps past your folds. 

When you untie his restraints, Yeosang has your legs pushed into a mating press, his cock entering you once again, with much ease thanks to the extra lubricant of cum, before his mind completely blanks out, sanity and rationale somewhere else on earth, just not with him, while his hands pin your wrists above you, and he fucks you like a starved man before breeding another load into you. 

Since that night, it was all Yeosang could think about. The bondage was definitely fun, the orgasm denial was heavenly, but nothing could top the way you made him breed you like that. Before he realises it, he’s addicted. 

The condoms now were all forgotten at the bottom of the drawer. Yeosang thinks this completely ruined when using condoms, so he stops—the feeling of his bare cock being squeezed raw by your pussy gets him off so fucking fast now.

He would have you seated on his cock, riding him, creaming on him, squeezing him before he empties his load right into you, making sure you milk him dry of every single drop. 

You were right. Your cunt was made to be his cum dumpster. And Yeosang can’t get enough. 

It was to the point that he bought a full length mirror that faced the bed from an angle, and he would have you ride him, while he watches from the mirror the way his cock is swallowed full by your pussy, your moans accompanying his cock hitting in the deeper areas of your cunt. He would grab a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks wider, watching the way he forces his cock to go deeper in you, and the fucking cries that come out of you? So fucking delicious. 

If it wasn’t fucking you on cowgirl, he would have you face the mirror, legs spread wide open, his cock stuffing you full from the bottom in full view in the mirror. 

Either way, he never misses the way his cum dribbles and drips out of your pussy hole, usually accompanied by your shaking thighs and breaths. 

And then he would slide his cock right back in, making sure he breeds you full for the next two rounds. 

His words in the bedroom turned more dirty too, reminding you that his cock will always have enough to fill you up over and over again until he is satisfied.

The extent? He even videos some of the fucking if he doesn’t have time to fuck and breed you on days and weeks when he’s unable to meet you.

The phone is pointed right at your pussy, propped on a tripod from an angle, so his phone camera is able to capture the scene in full. Your legs are wide open, your mind hazy from the euphoria. 

“We’re not done yet, baby”, Yeosang reminds you, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing them lower. The camera catches your cunt in full view, before Yeosang’s cock comes into view, sliding right into you, immediately thrusting right into you, and it records your choked moans and the obscene sounds of the both you fucking like rabbits. 

“Fuck, Yeo, you’re so deep,” you cry out, eyes rolling back when his cock hits your sensitive spot. “I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum so much on your cock”

Yeosang’s low voice only pushes you further, and he encourages you, “that’s it baby. Doesn’t that feel good too?” His thrusts are becoming ruts, desperate and feral, making sure you feel it all the way in your stomach before you completely let go, your walls convulse against his cock before he spills his load right into you once more. He pulls out, rubbing his cockhead on your folds without much friction, no thanks to the cream and cum. 

Then he moves away, giving you a few seconds before cum starts to trickle out of you once more. His fingers come into view, rubbing both sides your folds before he pulls them open slightly so even more cum seeps out onto the soiled sheets beneath you. You’re so out of it, still recovering from your high before Yeosang dives in for another wet kiss. 

Yeosang moves out of the frame once more, his hand reaching out to halt the recording, his mind buzzing with excitement to watch such a perverted video when he’s away from you. He tosses the phone onto the bed, giving soothing rubs on your thighs while his muscled arms are wrapped around you, kissing the back of your neck. 

His thumb swipes across your bottom lip affectionately while the both of you cuddle. 

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, your fingers dancing along his biceps. 

“Thinking about how I should fuck and breed you in public too, make sure you keep my cum nicely in your pussy while we go on our date. And if you don’t, I’ll keep breeding you till you’re begging me to stop.”

You stare at him, speechless and you think to yourself-- what the fuck have you done?

[lychniis]

⚘ — YOUR FATE : BOUND IN KNOTS // ZHONGLI.

i. SYNOPSIS : shibari was an artform in your hands, and zhongli your willing model. but hemp ropes, you learn, could barely tie down a dragon provoked. ( aka, my first pwp attempt someone help meee. )

ii. WARNINGS : 5.5k wc. reposted from my alt account. afab ! reader, shibari / rope tying, bondage, dom ! zhongli, sub ! reader, reader and zhongli downbad for each other ( help ), no assigned pronouns but the reader has a vagina, edging, some slight brat taming if you squint, slow sex because zhongli is old and likes taking his time, doggy style / prone bone. reader i tied guys and frustrated and a bit of a gremlin.

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# masterlist

THERE IS AN INTIMACY IN THE WAY Zhongli acts around you — between the delicate touches he shares to the comfortable silences spent at home.

There is an intimacy in the way he whispers your name, in how he looks at you ( and his eyes, they light up and they’re the most beautiful thing ), in how he smiles that small smile.

There is an intimacy in Zhongli you knew, locked away in jars as keepsakes to remember.

You liken him to art, in that sense. There were those small similarities, to the deeper nuances within every stroke and the little bursts of imperfections — a smudged spot, a shaky line — you could see if you squint a little closer. And you do, staring at him when you could, taking him in, taking everything in. 

Sometimes you wonder if you could ever emulate all that on paper. The way his nose slopes, or the way his lips curl. You wonder if you could write it down with the justice it deserves, or paint out the heaviness in his gaze and the contours on his face ( six thousand years worth of it ). 

You doubt it; not when mortal hands could hardly scrape the surface. Zhongli says the minds of humans were fascinating things, zipping and bouncing and thinking things too fast, too quick and people could only struggle to keep up with them. 

You find yourself feeling the same way. 

It wasn’t sexual, your initial request. You liked trying out new things, and rope tying found its way to be one of them. The Inazuman who provided the classes called it kinbaku and he taught you and a few interested onlookers the basics over a workshop tucked away in the quieter streets by the harbor — knots, ties, how to tighten and loosen rope and how to undo it all. He taught basic safety and the best materials to use, and hygiene and treatment. It took a week, maybe two, perhaps a few days more.

Then you return home, and bask in your newfound knowledge in the lonesome times of the day, where your thoughts are a little louder. You itch to show it off and it gnaws at the back of your mind with reckless insistence. The rope you impulsively bought was tucked away at the back of the closet with everything else that best stays from unwanted eyes. Even Zhongli didn’t know of it till you mustered up a bit of courage and pulled the bag out.

“Can I try it on you?” you ask Zhongli as he takes the rope and tests it between his hands. His gaze is thoughtful, curious and he tilts his head at the question. “I just want to try out some of the techniques I learned.” you add quickly in a moment of fluster. You do not understand why your cheeks felt so hot. But Zhongli was beautiful, and as a canvas — well you would rather not let your thoughts head there.

( Breathe. This is fine, breathe.

Something deep inside you screams viscerally. You smack it away and cover it up with a metaphorical carpet. There, all gone. )

“I’ve heard of shibari in passing through the centuries. Considering you have a little more knowledge on it than I…why not?” He hands you the rope with a hint of a smile. There is expectancy there, and a flash of something else. You falter just a little ( you know what you saw, you did ). 

Oh.

Oh so you really were doing this.

It’s just for aesthetics. You slap yourself internally and take the rope, watching Zhongli glide the bed with an effortless sort of grace. It’s mesmerizing to look at sometimes, how he feels akin to something ungraspable, immaterial like cloudy whisps or the mountain mist in the break of dawn. But there was solidity too. There was the tremor, the sound of footfalls, the way the mattress sinks beneath him; real, there, present.

Zhongli beckons you to come close. He rests his chin on his hand and there is amusement set awash. “Is something wrong?” Yes, you feel hot all over. 

“Love, I do not doubt your capabilities one bit. But I doubt you could tie me up from all the way there.”

You blink. “Right! Right.” you mumble and shuffle forth, watching him unbutton his coat, his waistcoat, his gloves. With the layers being stripped down to his bare torso and pants, and his eyes lidded in a languid — almost imperious — stare, you begin.

A diamond harness first, something that can tie his arms as well. It’s a simpler one for the struggling novice that is you and the mistakes were easier to unmake ( you do not want to think of the potential catastrophes of trapping him in shibari hell. The humiliation would be horrific ). “You’ll let me know if it gets uncomfortable, right?”

“I highly doubt anything could deter me.” he quotes solemnly in turn. 

“Now you’re just joking.” you kiss his cheek and he has the audacity to chuckle, nose brushing up against yours with fond nuzzling in store. You feel your chest fill with far too much at once ( it’s warm and exasperating and you love every bit of it ).

“It’s you.” he says instead, and there is a sincere weight to it. “And I fail to see why I shouldn’t trust you, dear heart.”

He kisses your wrist and stays still, letting you weave the rope around him. A column tie, a few tugs, a mistake, undoing it all and starting over. You furrow your brows as you work and you let yourself slip into the task with every bit of thought pouring into it like a vat of water. You shift around Zhongli, lean in close and fail to notice how he stiffens beneath your touch. Maybe if your head wasn’t so far into the clouds, you might have.

Zhongli is watching you while you work. This, you notice, for his rapt attention holds an intensity that burns holes in most. You feel a little mousy and slow your movements. You realize taking your time was a wiser choice. Ah, you learn something every day.

Your fingers press up against his palm as you bind his arms down, carefully tugging his hair out of the way lest it get caught. Your knuckles graze the column of his neck — the contact fleeting, a wingbeat. You glance at him. He was steadily getting warmer to the touch and you could see his ears flush scarlet. “Are you okay?” you, concern settling fast. You maneuver in front of him with a position a little too awkward for you to be comfortable.

There was hunger in his gaze. The first glimpse of a dragon prodded and poked too much. The bells in your mind let out their tolls ( it’s resonant, loud ) and you almost speak up. Then it is gone and he looks upon you with placid reassurance. A slate wiped clean. A beast laid to rest.

“I am fine. You may continue.” Your fingers tighten around his arm for a nervous moment. You search his face, the marks beneath his eyes for scales or flashes of fang beneath his lips. None. Your shoulders sag.

“Alright.” you almost sound disappointed; but really, what did you expect? Your boundaries were drawn and Zhongli would stand by them as he always done. He is a darling for that, so you let it be. The frustration sparking inside your chest aches like a flash burn. A painful moment before it dissolves.

The final band was knotted in place and you step back with a sigh, proud of your new accomplishments. It took well over half an hour to finish with, and a bit more rope than you expected. Two whole pieces, with the rest 

“Is it too tight?”

“No.” he sounds breathless. “It’s fine.”

You tug at the rope, testing the tautness and reason that he is fine. Then you tilt his chin up, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “Thank you for being patient.” you add gratefully, adjusting a few wonky binds by hand. You take him in — really take him in this time.

The trembling beneath your chest is a deluge of many things at once. The more fleeting fancies as you rove his form. The more palpable ones, like the awe that surfaces. The forbidden little scraps of smugness, for fettering a god like this is hardly a sight oft witnessed ( and yet you did it, despite that ). 

He is beautiful. 

It makes your heart squeeze. Your touches are innocent, explorative, tracing the indents of flesh, how muscle sinks beneath tight knots. The struggle, the errors, the silly slip ups seemed a far away annoyance with the results at hand. It was worth the wait, and the classes and the sinking embarrassment and that first damning step asking him for his time. A greedy part of you wants to drink him in forever, keep this moment trapped in time for your own guilty pleasures. 

You touch and touch and touch, a vessel of curiosity and admiration. He shudders. His eyes squeeze shut and he looks wound up, like a bowstring, like something was gripping too hard at the edges.

“Zhongli…Zhongli are you certain you’re all right?”

“Yes.”

“It doesn’t seem like it.” You lean closer and check. Perhaps through the feverish daze you lost yourself in, you missed something. Maybe there was an uncomfortable knot. Maybe the wrists were tied too tight. There are many things you could think of and the heat of Zhongli’s breath on your neck is what draws you back immediately with a widened gaze.

There were a rare few who could tug at Zhongli’s stringed patience and suffer little consequence, partly due to the seemingly endless reserves of it he holds much like the gold he bleeds. The other end of the matter was simple closeness; Hu Tao with her youthful impishness and eccentricities, Cloud Retainer who’d nag him as an old, old friend and you, who holds his heart with mortal hands and him, your own.

And in his eyes, you see those threads snap.

“Untie me.”

You nip down on your lips. You know that look. You know where this is going and hot blooded excitement stirs inside. 

“What will you do to me if I listen?” 

If he were free, you’d like to think he’d have grabbed you then, given your hips a rough squeeze, let out a tense growl. “You know well, dear heart. Now, untie me.” 

The order leaves no room for argument. You nod your most obedient nod and undo your work. You wish you could have witnessed it a little longer; but when the ropes finally fall away, Zhongli pulls you closer, and you feel heat beneath your fingertips when you steady yourself. It’s like a forge fire, fed with an intent to fold iron and melt steel. 

He’s touching you everywhere, stealing kisses that you think could swallow you whole. Your clothes are tugged away one by one. You have no time or need to bask in shame. Zhongli made sure to tear that down a long time ago.

“Stay still now,” he whispers.

He starts tying you up. There is a lump of excitement that grows in your throat. You give him tips, pointers and he’s quick to learn from instruction and observation alone. As the moments tick by and your bare skin kisses the cool sheets below you, Zhongli takes his time, like he’s partaking in the finest of indulgences.

You try not to focus too much on the growing heat between your legs or Zhongli’s heated stare. The bustle on the street draws your attention — the clamor, the stalls, the distant opera performance. You recognize that dulcet tune and the flush to your cheeks ebbs away.

Then his fingers dip down and stroke your cunt.

“Eyes on me.” he demands. You yelp, feeling a jolt streak through. The final knot is tightened and he turns you over like a man starved. Zhongli favored many dishes in his feasts, delicacies that ranged between eloquent tastes and visual delights. He regards you with that same gleam. You part your lips. “Hm…how enticing.”

Your eyes flutter shut, resisting the urge to dig into the sheets with a bratty scowl. “Zhongli.” you breathe. “Will you touch me?”

He tilts his head, his smile teasing. “Where?” he asks, grazing your stomach, your thighs, your calves. You cannot muffle out the mewl you let out, arms bound fast. You tug at the ropes. They burn a bit, barring any movement. It’s frustrating and it’s arousing and you want to taste more. 

“You know where.” you snap back, legs coming to part.

He touches the inside of your thigh, sun catching gold and his glamored markings. “Here?” He tests, needle point attentiveness drinking in how you squirm, how you pant and shake your head with a vexed bite to your lips. 

“No. higher. A little higher.” you can feel the dampness pool down. You know he can sense it too, his cheeks dyed a soft pink. Still, he grazes away from where you want him, and you scratch at the hemp fibers with little success as he only just traces over your outer labia and settles just below your navel. 

Your toes curl inwards and you give him a playful, antagonizing kick to his knee. “I think you’re trying to tear me apart.” you declare, till your voice catches and shifts to a subdued squeak as he grabs the intruding foot and hauls your lower half onto his lap ( and you’re taken easily, heart set aflutter ). The exposed vulnerability, the way he spreads your legs apart, it jars you.

“Indulge me.” he purrs his assurance, pressing up to the soft flesh of your thigh. You feel his arousal graze your back, clothes yet impossibly hard. 

A twitch, a shuddering gasp; you grind up into his stomach in a demand to proceed.

Indulgence, in Zhongli’s words, is a slow process of perceiving, savoring and reacting. He tells you so as he pours expensive teas in cups of clay, steel or porcelain and has you smell the aromas and still your nerves to a slowed tempo. Indulgence, it’s a word that feels like saccharine honey, like something rich and syrupy that messes your tongue and weighs it down. 

Perhaps, his favorite part of it was savoring the bite. Feasts are feasts, tea is tea and pleasure is pleasure — every moment of enjoying it is deserving of its own pace. 

It is madness.

He’s moved you once more, resting your back against his chest where his heartbeat is a deafening  rumble to your ears. It speeds up every time you let out a moan, rabbiting through with unbridled excitement and strained patience. Yet…yet he keeps himself together. It’s unfair, how he plays his cards and tilts them away when you beg for a view. 

“Zhongli.” you mumble, heavy beneath the haze. You gave up trying to fight your bonds. The rope is of good quality and is stronger than it seems. You curse yourself for that choice, after the swift regression of your initial intention. Breaking free felt like such a far off dream. Zhongli replies with a curious hum and a tilt to his head. His hands cup at your breasts, tweaking at your nipples, pinching, prodding in silent demand. 

It flares up, that annoyance. You want to touch him, to drag your nails across his pectorals and feel that heartbeat beneath your palm. You want to claw at his back as he fucks you into the bed. You want so, so much and it’s building inside in numbers and need. It;s spilling over the edges. You want to cry ( it feels so good ).

A gasp. He presses his teeth to your shoulder, leaving deep indents into your collar. It will bruise in the future, but you care little, whimpering as veins rupture and pain steeps into the pleasure. Your mind sinks into a hazy delight, all cotton and clouds and tartness — and the safety of Zhongli’s arms around you while he touches all he could. 

“I think you’re being — AH — petty…” you could hardly articulate. But you’re greedy. You want more. It’s a neediness that slowly creeps up and tangles into your chest like a network of vines. He could have you however he pleased, in whatever position he wishes. You just want him to cease his teasing. You want to feel the burn of his skin, to bite, to mark him yourself. 

“Am I?” he asks, feigning innocence, grinding his hips up into your heat. Your mouth falls open but the sound that escapes is strained. “I suppose I am in need of some introspection, yes? Would you like to aid me, little love?”

You headbutt his jaw gently with a garbled ‘no’, your breaths outpaced. You have a thousand trapped butterflies battering in your ribs. Zhongli lets out a sharp breath, a muffled laugh ( you catch sight of his face. The amused crinkle in his eyes. The smile that threatens to show ). 

He sates your offense with a kiss, deep, slow, soft till tongue laves away at the seam of your lips and you let him in. Your debauched whine is cut short; he pulls you closer with a hunger patience cannot hide, close, so close till your chest is flush against him. He pulls away, wet lips leaving a damp trail of kisses down your neck, your chest, nipping at your nipples with a pleased huff. 

“Is this alright?” he asks, stopping to look at you.

“If you’re not going to tease me anymore.” you mumble. “Then yes.” 

“Noted.” he has the audacity to look cheeky as he pulls at a knot and snaps it back in place. You yip, dragging against his shaft and the hiss Zhongli slips out is music in the midst of cacophony. That bit of control is reined back quickly, however. Zhongli knows how to tune out the best noises and play your notes into a sifting melody. He learns fast and he learns diligently and he knows where to drag those knots and have you fold into him with pathetic little moans. 

He lays you back, fingers splayed along your knees as he parts your legs and slots himself between them with a thoughtful sigh, taking you in once more. “You’re beautiful.” he tells you, with all the sweet sincerity in the world. You’d be a fool to call him a liar when he looks so smitten. “I should buy a kamera one day. I’d like photos of you.”

Your cheeks heat. “You would?” you ask, feeling warm, fuzzy and your core clenches around emptiness. 

He casts you a puzzled glance. “Why wouldn’tI?” he asks, as if the idea was not a compromising slip, rather an innocent request. “Wouldn’t you want some of me?” he dips down, kissing your thighs and he’s smirking against skin. You jolt, cry out ( “Zhongli!” ) and turn your face into the soft pillows in anticipation.

A kiss. “I know you loved seeing me tied up.'' His taunts are effective. Your mind claws into that fantasy like a feral beast. It pleasures in it, delight lining its panting. You did like seeing him tied up. “And I'm certain you wouldn’t object to a few photos of me.” Another kiss. He was close. So close. You feel sensitive, so sensitive and you want, want, want.

Silence.  

His pause goads you to finally meet gilded amber. “It could be a dirty secret…a private contract if you will.” 

You scream.

His tongue was hot, hot against you and you didn’t quite expect the rawness you felt or how wet you were for him. You couldn’t move much and his hold on your hips is an unfaltering thing. He doesn’t wish to be disturbed while he feasts, licking away at your slick till you fumble beneath him.

“MmmMH, m-more.” you groan. You’d have liked to grab at his hair, tug at it a little while you try to catch your breath, every bit of you frazzled and coming apart at the seams. Zhongli huffs, pulls you closer and kisses your clit, then your entrance, drunk in his own way. You see control come away. He’s close to snapping and you shift and press your cunt into his mouth, a craving to watch it shatter. 

“How impatient. How impertinent.”

Zhongli’s coo stills any misbehavior. He eats at you, sucking, nibbling, licking away at all the spots that unravel your being. You mold into his hands like soft clay, and he shapes you, lets you set, pulling away for a few teasing moments before returning to a mix of slick and saliva and a mess that he ( for all his poise and elegance ) revels in. 

There is lust there, a need, a contentment over this. Indulgence, indulgence in its finest form and Zhongli savors the feast with intent and little shame. Some may call him a fool, for a god to fall so far. But he was a god no longer and what were mortals, really, with no desires of theirs to chase?

A finger slips in. You curl up, lifting a leg over his shoulder with a needy, desperate keen. He is careful, delicate, languid and maybe a little cruel in his slow pace. In the far reaches of your lost thoughts, you’re reminded of your first time, where the sting was a little more painful and a little less easy. It’s one of Zhongli’s quiet prides, how the two of you learned to take each other so well, like magnets to metal. His digit sinks into you easily and he passes a pleased lift to his lips.

“N-no more teasing, right?” you ask, voice muffled by the pillows.

“No more teasing.” he promises. “At least, not for tonight.”

You roll your eyes and turn to strain your neck. Zhongli understands, moving up to seal it with a kiss and returns below, beginning his slow thrusts in and out and in. You moan unobstructed, just for him, him to remember. It’s too little yet too much at the same time, a paradox in a paradox of pleasure. You want more. You gasp into the air when he curls into that spot, dragging himself lazily through the motions.

He bends down, takes your clit in his tongue and one finger becomes two.

The restrictive bonds around you, the ones he tugs from time to time dig down hard. You hope they leave marks, reminders. You hope Zhongli looks at them as he bathes you and asks for more. His pace is still slow, but he thrusts hard, taking care to keep his strength tempered through want. It batters you. You love it. You love it so much.

Good. good, you want more.

“Yes…” you sob. “Ah…yes…love, my love…” 

He shudders, flicking your clit with his tongue, keeping his fingers at pace, slick and saliva coating his lips. Zhongli spreads your legs just a little more, pulling you up at an angle with far better reach. Your nerves are abuzz. Everything is and your release is achingly close. He promised he wouldn’t tease you, that you know and you wait, you chase, you cry out with no hands to mute yourself. 

His fingers stretch you out and strokes at your sweet spot with a persistent passion. Your hips jolt and twitch and shudder then you release and Zhongli takes it in, continuing to slide in and out of you. Your trembling as that rope snaps and he pulls out, licking at his fingers and rubbing at your sides soothingly.

“Mh. good.” he praises. “You did well. So well.” 

“I want more.” you choke out between the garbled tears and your lightheadedness. 

Zhongli kisses your cheek. “I know.” he assures you. “Comfort first. You’re exhausted. Would you like me to untie you?” You shake your head. You want to keep the helplessness close. You like the flavor of it. Zhongli hums. “Alright. And you remember our safe word?” He kisses your nape as he carefully turns you over, belly down. 

He loosens some of the knots and pushes some pillows below you for your ease. The fabric is cool beneath your touch, a medley of silks and cottons that you take in. They all smell like him, like sandalwood and tea. He presses against you flush, free hand unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. He doesn’t remove them all the way. You think his control has slipped too far for that.

And that draws a tired, smug smile from you. Zhongli nips the shell of your ear in teasing response. Don’t get too cocky, he seems to say. You won’t, you assure him. 

“Spread your legs.” he instructs. You obey, twitching and shaking. He shifts a thigh in and chuckles. “Wider.” 

“Wider?” you repeat.

“Wider.” he nods and you do so. He settles between you easier and you stay open and exposed, fists clenching uselessly behind you. Zhongli places a hand there, lacing your fingers with his own. You feel him against your leg. He’s hard, so hard and your mouth waters for it as you hungrily hold his hand for dear life, hoping to be grounded lest your bones give way and you float out of this body while in wait. 

A moment, then another. His comfort eases your muscles into relaxation. You feel his tip slide past your outer lips. It nudges your clit ( and there it was, that pressure slowly building in the bit of your stomach like a rope near snapping ). You pant, bury your face into the sheets and wait, wait for him to move. The tiny sparks were enough to send you reeling. It was liquid want that boils your veins now. 

“You said you won’t tease me.” you accuse. Your voice pitches to something hysterical. You want to tug at his hair, his ponytail, anything, but you settle with his fingers and try not to think about gently gnawing at them if it means he ceases whatever…this is. You’re going to crumble to dust if he keeps this up — you’re sure of it. 

“I’m not.” he states, blinking and he’s smiling, this bastard. 

“I’ll bite you.” you swear. “I’ll fucking bite you if you keep this up.”

“Bite me then.” He seems distracted till he lowers his head by your ear. It tickles, the proximity and you instinctively flinch away. “Do that and I'll see to a fitting punishment.” 

You could do it now. But punishments mean scraping away the nicer things in favor of twisting pleasure into torture. You loved your share of masochism on days when your mind was abuzz and too jittery. Now, you want him inside you. You want to rest. You want Zhongli.

He knows. He moves a bit of hair away from your forehead. “Are you relaxed?” he asks, beginning his gradual push into you. Your lips part into a wordless keen. He kisses your cheek. “Alright.” A whisper. You can hear the shudder, the softest tremble in his voice.

Zhongli is diligent when it comes to preparing you. Maybe that is why he isn’t too fond of quicker sessions behind the scenes, where the strain from taking his cock was a little harsher than he’d have liked. He holds you close now, slipping through the cracks and you think he might bleed into you with how close you’re borne to him. “Easy now…” he soothes a sting. He rubs your arm and kisses your neck. “You take me so well, see?”

You wonder what you look like, beneath him, to bring forth that flush to his cheeks. To watch him tremble, reel with lust. 

( You look like art.

To Zhongli, he likens you to wine, to pleasant summer nights, and the comforting things that make his old heart squeeze. He likens you to home, to the human moments, the tinier flashes that remind him of love and loss and chip away at the stone that ages him.

You’re beneath him now. He’s seen this sight before. But oh, to watch you fall apart and tremble with lust and adoration, into a beautiful sort of mess stirs something primal deep inside. It always wins, even by a hair’s breadth or a long margin. Zhongli knows the dangers of it but he could never truly control himself around you. You’ve ensnared him that way, wholly, completely. 

Zhongli finds solace in it. He lets it constrict his heart. For you are you and he loves you. )

He bottoms out. He’s deep so deep and the sheets fall prey to your teeth and block away the desperation and the whimpers. He buries your nose into your neck. “Qīn ài de.” he mumbles. “Call me that again.”

You tilt your head. Your cheeks burn but there is tenderness in your eyes. “My love.” you whisper.

Zhongli grits his teeth, following it by rolling his hips into you. The sudden thrust nearly knocks the wind out of your lungs. You buck back into him in turn, mumbling out keening, unintelligible nonsense. “Again.” he mumbles. He sounds drunk. You shut your eyes between the tears and the moans. 

“L-love. Zhongli, m-my love — ” it’s an echo. You could barely manage stringing it together. Zhongli’s lips part. He shuts his eyes in bliss, his movements slow, careful but hard in ways that make your teeth rattle and your limbs feel boneless. He mouths open kisses at your neck, your back. 

You press up into the mattress, fucked into it with little mercy yet so much raw affection in how he holds you. There are so many things you want to say. The words could not form. You keep them to yourself. His hands grope down, fingers slotting between your legs. The mess you leave behind is pooling, dripping into the sheets. You feel shame sting at your ears. Zhongli does not care.

“You’ve been good.” he utters into your neck as he cants his hips. You let out a broken sound the moment he drags it against your sweet spot, and he takes it onto himself to gently peel you apart and let pleasure still your senses and every pore inside you. You’re pinned down, you let him use you as he pleases. He devours that chance and he devours you. “Mine, my qingxin.” 

“Yours.” you sob. “Yours.” you’re full. Full of him, full of cock, and you let it consume every bit of you, down to flesh, down to bone. He touches your clit, sensitive, sore and you scream into the sheets, sob, beg — for what, you have no clue of it. You jerk at the binds and his free hand curls round the rope, tugging you up into him, raking across indented skin with a famished groan.

Zhongli thrusts. He thrusts into you, and his tempo stays steady and his face stays flushed. That peak however, it approaches fast and easy, with how you’re being worn down by his sweet words. His hand finds yours again. You give it a squeeze and glance at him through the tears. “Z-Zhongli.” you sob. “Zhongli.”

“I know.” Zhongli does not slow. You’re going to crumble. Your foundations will weather. You’ll be air perhaps, or dust. It feels that way. “Come. Come for me, love.”

You don’t immediately. Not yet and he strokes your clit harder, faster, aiding where he can till that pressure comes loose and you slump into the pillows and sheets with a garbled moan, twitching, writhing. One of his hands rests at your side and the other steadies your form. He continues to thrust, quicker, sloppier, the noises he makes are messy and obscene and wet and you’re left so so sensitive and it feels so good —

“I love you.” You slip out.

He kisses you. Hungry. Tender. Everything at once. His weight is a comfort against it all. You shut your eyes. He continues to fuck you, well into overstimulation till your mind is foggy with little thought. At some odd point, as the fuzziness clears, you think you feel him groan and twitch, then something hot and wet spilling onto your back. 

The ropes fall undone. The harness constricting your chest, your arms. He rubs down the burns and massages any sore spots. “Was it too much?”

You shake your head.

He coos. Zhongli loves taking care of you and you let him, feeling his weight shift and a cool cloth wipe you down. Water is next, as is the routine, sipped as you seat yourself on his lap and he kisses your shoulders and the bruises. You feed him a slice of sunsettia before having one for yourself. Then some of the apples. It’s sweet. It’s comfort. 

He leans his head into your neck. “We need more rope.” he mumbles.

“More rope?” you gawk.

“I could choose colors that suit you better.” a pause. “And we need a kamera.” he adds. Now you’re gaping.

“Zhongli, Zhongli I adore you but the mora — ”

“I’ll have Northland Bank foot the bill. They have plenty.” cheeky bastard. He kisses you. “Let this old man enjoy the little things, love. Or would you consider adding it to my list of birthday presents?”

Oh, this man. You sink down and finish your sunsettia slice. You take one more, pressing it to his lips. He takes a bite. Chews thoughtfully.

“I’ll consider it.” you sniff. ( “How haughty.” he croons into your neck. You shake your head. ) “Maybe I might just buy one for you.”

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

*screams* after the upheaval of my smut alt...yeah i thought of reposting here for the sake of comprehension XD. so don;t panic guys. it's right here. *praying that i don't get nuked*.

many thanks to the sweet comments i received in the old post and all the reblogs. really, you guys are igfghjk.

taglist — @silentmoths @crystalflygeo @moraxsthrone @silkjade @meimeimeirin @euniveve @sheepmc @chiyoso @timeofsilversstuff @francisnyx @laughterofthetombs @ollieink @localplaguenurse

AINE | lychniis. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

[meowzfordayz]

when you’re laughing nonstop

Author’s Note: humor isn’t exactly my selling point, so pls and ty enjoy my attempt(s) @ #funny. 🙃

when you’re laughing nonstop

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: If by any chance could you do the Hashira or the the kamboko squad, without trying to, makes the reader laugh like so hard they're crying, and any time they talk the reader just laughs more? (Idk if youve ever had those moments but those are the best laughs lol) How would they react?

~faqs~

When you’re laughing nonstop…

… Zenitsu panics, because he thinks you’re laughing at him?! It doesn’t help that after literally anything he says or does, you burst into giggles… and your inability to explain that you’re laughing with him rather than at him (albeit, he isn’t exactly laughing — more so pouting) due to the constant onslaught of giggles only exacerbates his panic and confusion.

… Inosuke thinks it’s a competition. “DID YOU REALLY BELIEVE YOU COULD OUT LAUGH ME?!” *cue maniacal laughing fit*  Meanwhile, you’re clutching your stomach, gasping for air, and entirely unable to inform him that: It isn’t a competition, idiot!

… Gyomei, the poor man, is just trying to meditate, but it’s hard for him to focus when you’re snorting every other second, your efforts to conceal your laughter less than successful. He doesn’t have the heart to ask you to leave, but he does gently (and sternly) cradle your head to his chest (he’s hoping his pulse’ll calm you), exasperated smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when you instead dampen his happi with your tears (from laughing so hard).

… Obanai tries to act irritated, but the twinkle in your eyes as you cling hopelessly to his haori’s sleeve, body shaking with laughter, is too endearing for him to maintain his facade. “Are you done?” he asks, indifference nearly giving way to a fond smile. “N-no!” you manage to gasp, promptly dissolving into another round of laughter, “Not even c-close!”

… Tanjirou waits for you to get it out of your system, smiling brightly the entire time. He doesn’t quite understand what’s so funny—all of his attempts to ask you result in half finished sentences interrupted by more laughter—but he does know you’re happy, and if you’re happy, then he’s happy! 

… your tears initially worry Mitsuri, but once she’s confident that they’re happy tears, and after observing that she seems to be the reason behind them, she brings you a handkerchief and does her best to prolong your laughter (facepalm worthy puns are her specialty).

… Shinobu clucks her tongue, already knowing you’re eventually going to end up with the hiccups. “W-where are you *hiccup* g-oing?” you whine, eyes narrow with suspicion, “Don’t leave meee!” Rolling her eyes, she lightly flicks your forehead, voice wry with amusement, “I’m getting you a glass of water,” raising an eyebrow as you hiccup again, “You’re clearly going to need it,” pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, “I’m not leaving you.”

… Kyojuro watches you with great interest, and mild concern. It only happened once, but once was enough. (it being you choking on your own spit from laughing too hard, and almost passing out because he didn’t realize you were actually choking versus laughing)

… Sanemi swears you’ve been possessed by the devil. “Nothing in this world is that funny,” he grumbles, swatting away your fingers as you attempt to pinch his cheeks, “Stop it.” Of course, his petulant grimace only makes you giggle harder, and you know he isn’t really mad when he finally acquiesces and allows you to wield his hand: “Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?” as you playfully smack his face with his palm, your delighted, triumphant grin soothing the glower in his stare. #the man is whipped #the man is in love

… Muichiro smiles ruefully, toe throbbing as you laugh and point at his misfortune. “A-are you o-okay?” you gasp between chuckles, “That chair really did a number on you!” What’s important to him is knowing that, were it a serious injury, you’d help first, laugh later… right?

… Giyuu prays it’ll end soon. Don’t get him wrong! He adores your smile, wishes he could bottle up your laughter for a rainy day, and overall cherishes your happiness… but he simply doesn’t know what to do when the giggles strike. Should I stand here and wait? Would now be an inappropriate time to go do laundry? Uh oh… they’re getting closer… if they get ahold of you, then you’ll have to stand here and wait… shit! *insert Giyuu awkwardly patting your head as you sob-laugh-sniffle into his chest*

… Tengen swells with pride, muscles subconsciously flexing, hair subtly shining, eyes glimmering. Who cares if you’re laughing at him? Either way, he’s the reason you’re laughing so hard, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get the credit for making you so happy. That being said, if the laughter shows signs of spreading to Hina… to Makio… to Suma… #Uzui Tengen is now running away #legend says he’s still running to this day (“What do you mean I’m running? Pfft! I can handle four hysterical spouses! Absolutely! 100%!”)

[micer2012]

hi :D

xisuma talked about the theory (the one game theory stole) about 38 minutes into the latest stream! (Feb 4)

he once again mentioned that yeah, he belives game theory plagiarized it, but he also mentioned that your theory included the point that was based on a rendering issue (and GT "made the same mistake") and idk if he mentioned it before but now I'm wondering what that part is 🤔

that's it ty byeee

HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

2/4/24 Hermitcraft 10 | First Stream with Sicksuma! 31:48:

“Hey X, big fa[n], wanted to know if you watched the Hermitcraft game theory and what you think about it.”

Yeah I did see it, and…

I still, I still have very mixed feelings about it. I don’t wanna get dragged into, yknow, um… A sorta calling people out or anything like that, but the explanation, that we were given about that had never been satisfactory for me. 

I-I really think that that was plagiarized. Um- The biggest reason I think it was is because… Apart from the theory being SO on point with this fan theory, like beat for beat, the fan theory, the original one, has a detail in it, which is a complete and utter misunderstanding of something that was just a rendering issue? There was a rendering issue in the video that this fan extrapolated into meaning something. And then, so did the Game Theorists, um… fan theory or whatever you wanna call it, right? They made the same extrapolation on a rendering error, to me it was just… too uncanny, and… supposedly, no, the writers never did that, uh, y’know I’m not here to say they did or they didn’t, it’s of course entirely possible and you can never know, it’s just it never satisfied me, it never felt right. 

So um, yeah, I-I still feel not too great about that. Like it was nice to have my story in a big video, that- that felt really cool, but the way in which it happened, not cool I don’t think. It just, uh, I don’t buy it. 

[...]

34:35: “X doesn’t buy his own lore, that’s so damn cool” says memcbest- I don’t know what you mean by that, I’m not saying I don’t buy my own lore I’m saying- I think- I think it was plagiarism. I really do. Like I said, an uncanny amount of similarities, like beat for beat with this fan theory, and then even misinterpreting a rendering error the same way, it just- it didn’t feel right AT all. It really felt like this had been ripped off. 

…So yeah, so therefore, I feel bittersweet about it. Like it’s cool that there’s a video out there on Evil X, but it… it should’ve been made by someone else, y’know. Or with the original theorist’s consent. That’s how I feel about it. 

Later on he goes on about other channels not citing their sources and furthering the same misunderstanding/false info because they’re just plagiarizing from each other, but it’s not directly related so I won’t transcribe it. He says plagiarism is an interesting topic to think about. He also talks about how AI will make it worse, and about having seen the hbomberguy video ^^

I THINK. THE RENDERING ERROR HE'S TALKING ABOUT IS the point of EX's eyes reflecting as Jeff's i put at the end of my first post:

BUT ANYWAY. THIS MEANS A LOT TO MEEE THIS REALLY DOES MEAN A LOT. the stance xisumas given before this to my knowledge is "it looks suspicious but we cant know unless they say something" so to hear. someone who absolutely has all the facts, is unbiased towards either of us, say firmly game theory's statement doesn't hold up and it's Obvious it's copied from mine. IT. MEANS A LOTTTT

[anonymocha]

Hai^_^ Hopefully I do this right, but is it fine to edit Valenblon?? With credit too, obviously !

I'd put the audio here that I have in mind,but I can't put videos on Tumblr asks ...

(Also I'm aware of what u said about using your art as long as yoy credit,just wanted to make sure it's fine for Ocs, too! Sorry if this is long or hard to read...)

HELLO IM SCREAMING /pos im so glad you like them enough to want to make an edit of them omh it means the world TO MEEE 😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💝💝💝🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 TYSMMMM. Yes you can use ANY of my non-commission art for repost or reuse with proper credit and you can also use my ocs for whatever. Also feel free to be inspired by them, make them interact with other characters, idgaf do whatever you want forever unless I say otherwise about specific ocs (rare).

Here’s some more ValenBlon and general Valentine stuffffff ty for the interest againnn

for their SPOTIFY PLAYLIST BABBYYY

also some midnight discord lore dump

theres more but lmk if u wanna see me yap abt her i RLLY need to make a doc for her bc shes IN MY HEADDD

oh yeah afflatus assignment

[celestie0]

I've been dying laughing at other people suggestions about the date at the beach!

I can also imagine Satoru playing beach volleyball with the reader and letting her win. Or play with the frat boys, and be extremely aggressive. Another thing I like to think is that Satoru and the reader would like to collect shells on the beach, and Gojo would help and watch over her.

The headcannon of Satoru being afraid of big dogs is hilarious! Imagine a six-foot-tall man scared of his girlfriend's dog. Like, whenever he goes to her house, he makes sure the dog is locked in another room or outside.

Yes, I am a lover of studying history. Especially if it's classical antiquity and medieval history! I think it's interesting and cute that you have this type of memories and relationship with museums, because a lot of people don't like it.

I like to imagine that the reader and Satoru are appreciating a beautiful Greek statue and the reader begins to explain the canon of polykleitos (law of proportion in which the size of Greek statues are equivalent to seven heads), and Satoru without understanding what hell she's saying. Or he would compare her face or body to the statue. That would be very romantic!

I even considered writing a fanfic with Gojo x Reader, about history, but I don't know if people would want to read it…

I think that's it, Bye~

(Sorry if I wrote something odd, but english is not my first language.)

HIIII my love and yea same i was dying laughing too is2g you all know gojo so well bc the headcanons are TOO perfect 🤣🤣

OMG gojo wld be soooo competitive in beach volleyball 😭 but as soon as they switch teams n she’s on the opposing side, he lets her win 🤣😪🥴😖🥰 AWW I LOVE COLLECTING SEASHELLS THATS SO CUTE def reader’s idea

and i knowww right omg just this 6’3 man that runs up a tree when he sees a big dog pls. ok but thats me tho fr (minus the being six foot part)

AWW i love thattt also the fun fact ab the greek statues is so interestng ty sharing <33 him comparing her to ART 😩 i imagine gojo’s the type of guy to be accidentally romantic lmfaoaooa

OH HONEY IF U WROTE THAT I’d READ IT PLS TAG MEEE!! that sounds like such a cute idea plus you know a lot about history so it would be a joy to read from you!! i always think its cool when authors know a lot ab the source material they’re writing about :”)

thanks uuu my dear for the ask n omg your english is wonderful <33 hope u have a lovely day!!

[immessingaround]

i can put together a list of stuff i like, stuff that i recognize as "cool" or "interesting". some of this stuff brings me joy. all of this stuff i am grateful for it existing. i want to be able to add and complete this list so i can look back on it and be reminded of what i have when i feel like i am nothing.

pete the cat

leonard cohen / songs of love and hate album

doing eye makeup (eyeshadow, liner, mascara)

garfield

polo shirts

jennifer Lawrence

ethel cain ptolemaea "stop" scream

also preachers daughter by ethel cain

chris pratt/jared leto hate hell yea

the cat emojis😸😹😺😻😼🐱😽😾😿🙀

saw iii angel trap

baggy black jeans

eyebrow slit

my old black lace up boots

ada wong microwave edits

ellipsis "dot dot dot" ...

people writing cuss words/weird things w lettering decor in stores (ex: 'kms' stockings at kohls)

7/11 by beyonce

gardettos

poetry i relate to

wham! last christmas pudding mix

considering broad and pointless philosophical questions (i.e. what is the meaning of life?)

christmas (ofc)

80s comedies (ferris bueller, better off dead, big, ...)

sad brokeback mountain edits

angel/religious imagery, iconography, references

alvin (and the chipmunks)

spelling "with/without" as "w" or "w/(o)"

trail mix

children of men last 40-45 mins specifically

tajin watermelon/peach rings

ikea model hand 🖕

pinterest

fuzzy socks

bti cg

ghostbusters

life is strange quotes "ready for the moshpit shakabrah" "holy shit are you cereal" "rachel in the dark room" "youre gonna DIE, motherfucker" "ik ur pumping drugs n shit to kids around here..." "i need to medicate" "shake that boney white ass" "no moshpit for you shakabrah"

classic movies

when u call me daddy (nvm she left lmao😭)

caramel coldbrew m&ms

(green) mechanical pencils

santa alter ego

mr x thomas the train mod in re2

weird/unique compliments

wearing jewelry

bolos or ties

my green skull necklace ilyyy

elektra from marvel (comics)

my handwriting idc if its messy

"can a loc come up in your crib?" scene from gta

"no i didnt kill him... but i did kidnap his wife!" scene from gta

pretending im a man

"i took her to my penthouse and i freaked it"

songs that begin like other songs but arent that song

12 am bathroom concerts

ppl who look unique

uno +4 cards

hawaiian shirts

(organized) clutter

bjork

keepin the streak (i mean chopping it up)

messing around in big stores

whole lotta red christmas ver.

baggy shorts (would totally still wear u)

we are the people by empire of the sun

mauve or plum UR MY FAV COLOR UGHH😩

a horse walked into a bar... i love that joke

updog "what's updog?" "not much. hby?"

we cry together clean ver.

being a lesbian so glad i dont like men

"walmart version of justin bieber"

grey spelled w an e

"culturally significant/pop culture moments i think about regularly/we dont talk about enough" videos

pretending im not living my own life

ornate things

going through old closet/junk

laying on the floor in front of my mirror w grouper or ethel cain playing (i want to get out of the house)

making spotify playlists after memes/tt audios

pajama pants

"LEAVE ME ALONE" "HES GONNA GET MEEE"

johnny cage (the international love edits from last year)

leon kennedy and those smooth operator edits

temp tattoos

roller skating

gorey/grotesque drawings

goretober

jar of flies by aic

pitbull mr worldwide mr 305

kevin gates ethical freak concert

jane from breaking bad

harris/chares my snake

painting my nails. all my beautiful nail polish ty😫

hash browns

mini beanie babies (the ones on my floor)

smores goldfish w the marshmallows even tho it got discontinued

eyeliner in my waterline

fake fruit in stores

deep red roses

george harrison

mix matched socks

coconut/lavender smells

coffee flavored things

soggy purple grapes

cashews

funky eyeshadow colors and palettes

my moms old lipstick colors (they are beautiful)

cherry flavored things

drawing on a mustache

turquoise and silver jewelry

samples in stores

physical touch (never get any😼)

purple hair dye (u made my life sm better)

gingerbread smells

my gta character

keyboard spam

smelling candles in stores ofc

carmex chapstick

immessingaround@myyahoo.com

gum / altoids (the pink ones)

silver jewelry/rings

last.fm

pineapple flavored things

mascara on bottom lashes

brownies

doawk

being a cowboy ig

no doubt

"your final challenge... let yo bih stroke yo bone"

"oh hell yea jigsaw you da goat!" audio

my celeb crushes

scooby doo characters

drawing crude cat drawings

catch me if you can

nacho from better call saul

chicken taquitos

aloe vera gel

i am mclovin☝️

these emoji combos: 🤠🔫, 🎅👍, 😹🫵

hoop earrings

commas, i literally abuse the comma key everytime i touch the damn keyboard

q tips

drawings ppl as drag queens (using artist's free will)

hair clips

xiuxiu

sky lights

fargo movie woodchipper scene

spotify obvi

[22bananapudding]

masterpost / about me

my name is elijah/roma i go by she/he

polish/english POLSKA GUROM 🔥

ehh this is mainly an art blog/yapping blog usually abt whatever shit im fixated on currently

not rlly taking art requests currently but feel free to send me an ask!!!!!!!! or yap about whatever you want!!!! in my inbox its rlly whatever ehehe🤔🤔

dni

do not interact ⭐ proshipper[minorxadult, incest etc], homophobic/transphobic/whatever, racist/etc, anti palestine, pretentious :/, just dont be a bitch and we're good basically

yess 🍀 non problematic

i am a MINER INDEED‼️‼️‼️ blog is intended for 13+ people but i do not guarantee that I won't post mild suggestive or gore stuff (obviously all censored and with tw lol)

21+ you can follow and all i guess but dont interact w me directly

also if you're mdni and im following/interacting w you plsss tell me.. im a bit DUMB and probably didnt notice.......... same thing for if im interacting with problematic people/following them please js tell me that i should stop ty ty..... im pretty dense so ill mostly rely on clear communication for boundaries ok ty

ahhh idk where to put the keep reading cut so uhh lets just put it riiiiiight HERE

details 😁😁😁

🌈 current fandoms ; minecraft story mode, undertale, deltarune, mob psycho 100, breaking bad, better call saul, chainsaw man, yume nikki, petscop, vocaloid, inside job

🍮 current interests ; mineral/rock/crystal collection, nuclear history, rpgmaker mv gamedeving, other stupid nerd shit *kicks trash can*

🍌 content creators i like ; jacksfilms, danny gonzalez, kurtis conner, kwite, squiddo, mumbo jumbo, chad chad, pinely, ratskewer n putridslug

🧇 games i play or something i dunno ; slime rancher, ultrakill, roblox, minecraft

🎧lalalalala ; tyler the creator, 100 gecs, joost, weezer, goreshit, rory in early 20s, why the fuck did i write goreshit twice in the original iteration of this post and only now noticed it, my god im so stupid, whokilledxix, atols

currently hyperfixated on uhh mcsm like real bad so i reblog a lot of mcsm stuff especially umm romeo I LOVE THAT GUY romeo i love you romeo minecraft story mode.... sometimes i do stuff and i thnik to my self "damn..... im drinking water......heh.... romeo probably drinks water.........." ahhh romeoo ugh I HATE THAT GUY

i draw on a huion tablet with medibang paint ☀️

tags

#bananadraws - my original art

#bananaedit - edits of fandom stuff

#bananaocs - stuff about any of my ocs

#bananafd - yapping about my oc universe - fine day [name prone to change as it might be a placeholder]

#bananautdr - me blogs about undertale and deltarune stuff

#bananamcsm - minecraft story mode posts golly jee i will surely use this a lot ... me when the fandom loyalty from 2018 comes back full force 💯💯💯

#bananawrites - any fics or paragraph i write 🤔💭 will most likely just end up being mcsm stuff and maybe gasterxgrillby

#bananablogs - just life updates or whatevs heh not like YOU CARE... 😔😔

#bananabrbabcs - bcs and brba stuff, probably wont use this since i dont tag reblogs anyways

#bananaask - ask responses

more coming soon cuz i am SURELY forgetting something

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dividers taken from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more yayy

[simon-says-nothing]

writing patterns tag game!

tagged by my beloved @dwarfsized who is extremely talented and you all should go read her fics. Now. ty!

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

i too, do not have 10 fics posted, and i am omitting a few of my hs horrors for my sanity!

reflection (bg3 wyll/astarion)

When he was young, he loved parties.

2. this is (probably) how i get myself killed (bg3 astarion/m!tav)

Nevaeh is not an idiot, despite what his companions may say.

3. fire on fire (the untamed, wwx/lwj)

For the longest time, his only comfort was in a pen.

4. don't make purple (....voltron...keith/lance....sighs)

Keith hated change.

5. cocaine jesus (......voltron........keith/lance.........)

The Blade’s base was so cold during nighttime. It wasn’t the soft hum of the castle at night, the content quiet of knowing you were close to people you cared about.

aaand i wont be posting the others due to my own sanity needing to be intact!

patterns:

my love affair with simple sentences needs to come to an end. unforchies it never will. i love abusing commas and, i've noticed my first sentences are confusing without the rest of my beginning paragraphs haha! i also almost Always have the POV characters name there, oops!

this is very interesting!!! thank you leetle for tagging meee i love you! tagging @sweetsuke muahahaha

[marudeinusa]

btw on RotRK. I might be a moron bc I'm not sure I understood the deal with Richard and his mother that's revealed at the end..? A lot of people interpret it as Richard being born from SA but idk I'm not really satisfied with this…? Did you have thoughts to share…

I think it's intentionally left kind of vague whether the man forced himself on Richards mother or she cheated of her own volition, and I think both are valid interpretations that offer slightly different perspectives. If Richard were born from rape, it'd leave us with a more grim feeling that Richard's whole life was defined by rape and sexual humiliation and he wasn't really ever able to break free from it. But I do think that it's an interesting reading that his mother cheated of her own volition - which is obviously dangerouns and humiliating for a nobleman's wife in that era, and that this conscious misconduct is why she felt so strongly about Richard as her punishment from God. I think however you read it you can understabd why she viewed Richard as a fruit of sin, and it ultimately resulted in the same treatment of Richard as being a "demonic temptress". Im actually kind of inclined to agree that she was raped because of how much she seemed to believe that Richard would seduct others into disaster... it may have been just due to his intersexism and correlated ideas, but itd make sense if she related him to what his biological father had done to her. ♡ ^_^ ty for discussing with meee

[royrockstone]

Anymore ED fics in the works?

(i was hoping to answer this after i had posted the eat what's rotten epilogue but im no longer sure if im going to finish it today. so. here we are.)

ty for asking! anyone expressing interest in my work always means the world to meee <33

i've got the epilogue to eat what's rotten in the works, and i've got the kendall-centric chapter of my hospital fic, involuntary, prettttty much ready to be posted. id like to return to honesty (post-canon chapter to close it out?) and gstaad (my food-centric vignette series, which mayhaps is a gimmick that's run its course) at some point but i feel less urgency around that since they are vignettes and not serialized.

i miiiight return to my romencken concept at some point (i dont 'ship' romencken in any meaningful sense i just like romans emotional self harm) and the thrust of that is very much Cringefail Body Dysmorphia Sex. i also rlly want to write romtom (i have the seed of an idea) and eating disorder stuff will be implicit there for sure.

and idk if this is a fandom you're at all interested in, but im working on a little rarepair fic for the bear featuring eating disorder themes.

tl;dr, i have lots of maybe-kinda-sorta stuff at this point. the only for sure thing is the ewr epilogue, which will be going up soon! feel free to tell me which of my ideas/drafts is actually interesting/something you've been wanting or waiting for, that might help focus my energies

[sp4ce-g1rl]

hiii i made an introduction like 2 yrs ago but i never updated it or anything so im just making a new one now 😋

i mostly go by hole/holey cuz thats what my friends irl have called me for the past few years lol but my real name is haley, u can call me whatevs! mostly she/her but idrc

as of writing this i’m 16 & i basically look like my pfp 😝 dunno if that’s important but if ur super old you prob shouldn’t hmu

this acc has been & will always just kinda be a big yap sesh for meee im always thinking ab stuff so stay tuned for super insightful content ofc /hj

i fw south park reallyyy heavy but i have a ton of other interests too that kinda come in waves and also i have a life in the real world so we got a nice variety of stuff! for the last intro i had an ongoing list but lets be fr i was never updating it so i guess just wait and see

also im kinda a music nerd 🤭 i love all genres/listen to everything !! most listened to artist atm is chappell roan (i love her sm),, i might post ab music too & movies and such? idk like i said this will always be a rlly inconsistent account but i love that about it ngl

umm pretty sure that’s it rn!! follow me if u haven’t already + ty for reading this!!

ps i gotta stay stealth and not connect this too much to my real life but follow me here on spotify & letterboxd!! i’m very cool trust 🤞🤞

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[puppy-wife]

okokok i have charged up the social batteries and am ready to yap back @ u!!!!!!

so again, ty for such a big answer 😭 i love hearing ppl yap about their special interests, v cool v nice

questions i have are:

why is 3.5e your fave? im only familar with 5e so i dont know much

playing wit tarot cards instead of dice sounds cool af, which game do u do that in?

for ur world building, how do u personally go about starting such a vast project?

as for meee i havent actually played a TTRPG yet 🤓 i have only watched 5e campaigns on youtube so far! but i love the creativity that goes into this stuff & it has become one of my favourite pieces of media to consume

no YOU'RE very cool very nice I love opportunities to talk about my favorite stuff, so I am absolutely super happy lmao

1.) I really liked 3.5e because it gave a lot more variety and ways to make your character unique vs 5e today (don't even get me started on fucking OneD&D or whatever they're calling it. trash). Firstly, back then wizards was making so many books for that edition that you could make any kind of character you wanted to play. They even allowed official material to be printed by other companies!! you want to play the ultimate evil wizard who gives people cancer? that exists. you want to play the perfect necromancer, and maybe even be undead yourself? you can do that. You could build your characters skills to different levels and choose exactly how good you are at certain things. You could take a Flaw, a permanent debuff on your character but in exchange get a Feat! god fucking Prestige Classes!! those were the coolest fucking part of the game, building a character and leveling them up enough to unlock this special class with wild abilities you can't get from a basic class. this isn't to say that 3.5e didn't have its faults, it could be confusing and the math could sometimes really add up. in some ways it needed a bit of streamlining but 5e basically threw a lot of that away in order to streamline everything. If you want a good example but how fluid 3.5e could be, you should play the videogame Neverwinter Nights 1 or 2, the system they use in that game is taken directly from 3.5e. It just made characters feel so mechanically unique that each character felt different. These days it almost feels too formulaic and too streamlined.

2. I honestly don't know what the name of using it is called, anytime me and my friends have done it, we just use the reference book that comes with a tarot deck and spontaneously decide the outcome based on the way the card could be interpreted. For example, let's say you're fighting a monster, and you want to try and escape from the monster, maybe even lure it away from your friends so they can escape. If you drew the Ten of Swords, I would say that would mean that you successfully draw the monster away, but you fall prey to it in the process. or something similar, yanno? but I don't know if that style of playing has a name given to it lol

3. oh I actually had someone ask me that yesterday! I'll send you the post once I find it, I was very active yesterday so it may take me a minute lol

you're so valid for that!! it can be hard to find a good group to play with, every group I've had has kind of fallen into my lap, but also to be fair I am known for being very into ttrpgs lmao

what are your favorite shows/campaigns you've watched? fun fact somewhere out there exists about 30 episodes of a d&d actual play podcast that I DM'd from somewhere around like... 2019? I think? lmao. technically I have a TON of episodes in a backlog somewhere that I never edited but that campaign kind of fell apart and I never finished it.

[gixxie]

WE FINALLY MEET DADDY HANMAAAAAAAA🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪. First of all I wanna talk to the guy in the alley. Like?? 🙃🙃 Who does he think he is? But hanma sir, daddy, enforcer, I am a hole looking to be filled. How dare he be so fine. I'm torn, the voices in my head duking it out okay. On one hand I'm with reader don't hurt meee. But on the other, yes hanma hurt me. 😈😈

Though I love how reader doesn't shy away from him. Yes let's be fascinated by the hunk. Omfg tho, not him using his little line before and it doesn't land with the ladies.🤣🤣 Are you trying to tell us he's secretly a dork?👀

Pls my heart aches as well, that she still thinks about Draken even while she wait for a text from another man. I'm so interested to see how this gonna play out. DRAKEN I LOVE YOU BUT GET IT TOGETHER!! But don't get it together before we're able to fuck mr. Sin and Punishment k ty.

Again I love the cat and mouse game between reader and hanma!! Like he expecting her to act like a fragile doll but she's like YEET YOU THOUGHT. Yes honey be intrigued. Figure us out then break us pls I beg.

Like she's not as dumb as she looks, perceptive and giving back just as good. We love to see it. I can't wait for the next chapter!

Chapter 3

Chapter 2 | Next Chapter

Paring: Shuji Hanma x Fem!Reader, Draken (Ken Ryuguji) x Fem! Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.6 K

Warnings: Warnings: Asshole trying to flirt with reader, cursing, canon typical violence, pet name usage (kitten) thoughts of masturbation and sex, heavy flirting. Please let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: Thank you again for being patient! I know this one is a little shorter but I had to stop it before we get into the juicy stuff! I hope y'all enjoy this twist and thank you so much for the continued support! As always thank you so much to my beautiful wife @lady-lunaaa for beta'ing and making me wheeze with her comments!

It's been three years since the last time you spoke to Ken. You can't even count the days you cried after he cut you off. It seems like an eternity of laying in your bed, hardly eating, and rarely getting up. Your mother and father eventually came to your room and forced you up and out. And at that time, you were angry with them, wondering why they couldn't leave you alone to waste away in your misery. 

But as time passed, your heart began to heal, and you thought about Ken less. He didn't take up every free space in your mind anymore. Of course, you still think of him; he will always be in your heart and mind. Because before everything turned to shit, there were so many good memories.

You eventually go on with your life, applying to university to study international business. At least that could be an escape from this town. Some separation might help the neverending ache to reach out to your old best friend. You're almost done with your third year of university when fate reaches out her deadly hand to pull you back to her clutches. 

It’s late. Your final class of the day ends close to eight in the evening but the walk home has never seemed daunting or scary before. You know this town like the back of your hand. But tonight your safe space is about to be infiltrated. 

You’re walking past an alleyway, dark and hidden from the night lights lining the street when a low whistle pierces your nighttime silence. Your heart races like a rabbit running from a fox. Escape, run, don't slow down. Your mind screams at you. Ever since the abduction on graduation, you’ve become more aware, but whoever this is has hidden in the darkness and catches you off guard.          

You’ve walked this same route home for three years now, and nothing has broken that safety bubble. Ignoring the whistle you push forward. Your feet shuffling on the sidewalk as you pick up your pace, willing the whistle owner to leave you be.

A heavy hand lands on your shoulder before you can make three steps. Your heart feels like it's going to rip out through your throat with unwanted contact. Your mind is frozen, bringing your body to a halt. This seems to be your natural response to danger now, just freezing up. But how unfortunate it is to freeze in a situation like this.

"I guess you didn't hear me. What's a pretty little thing like you doing out so late?" A deep voice penetrates your mind as your breathing quickens. You know you need to run, to get out of here, but your body won’t obey. It just stands still, waiting for the inevitable. 

"Someone's waiting for me. Let me go," you try to keep your voice even, hoping no fear betrays you in your tone. You don’t turn to look at your intruder, focusing your eyes straight ahead at the empty street, there’s not a soul to be seen.  

"I'm sure they won't mind a little detour. You might enjoy it, actually," the man lets out with a chuckle. It sends a wave of nausea to your stomach with past memories. But you aren't going to just lie down this time; instead, you use the hand of the arm that isn't being held down and grasp tightly onto your attacker's hand. Squeezing hard, you push your nails into his skin, willing it to break. 

"Ow! You fucking bitch!" A yell from behind you rings in your ear as he rips his hand away from yours. You don't take an extra second to think. Finally, your legs begin to work as you sprint forward, passing the alley. You're so busy trying to escape you miss the tall man blocking your path as you come careening into him.          

"Fuck!" you exclaim as two hands steady you but don't let go. Your heart is pounding, and adrenaline rushing through your veins. You need to get away. Moving your gaze to whoever is in your escape route, you meet golden eyes behind silver circular frames. The man's two-toned hair is swept to the left, almost covering a disinterested gaze. And he's tall; you have to look up to meet his eyes. He's dressed in a gray pinstripe suit, too professional to walk around at night. 

But you don't have time to converse with him or apologize as you hear heavy footsteps approaching behind you, along with a loud "Hey!" You bring your eyes to the stranger still holding you, pleading for him to let you run, hoping he'll have some pity on you. His golden eyes dance in the dim street lights as he grasps the situation. He can tell you don't want to be anywhere near the man calling after you, so the stranger decides to have some fun. 

"Let's take care of this, shall we?" His voice holds some amusement as a smile begins to form on his face. 

"Wha-" you begin to question before the stranger places a finger over your lips. He lets you go and steps past you to block the path of your pursuer. 

You're left dumbfounded, unsure if you can even trust this man. But you turn around and watch him approach the guy who grabbed you in the alley. It's the first time you truly see him; he's tall but not nearly as tall as the mysterious stranger in the suit. There's nothing significant about him either; he's a face you'd pass in the crowd without a second look. Especially when he's standing next to the man in the suit. 

You can't seem to remove your eyes from the scene in front of you as the tall man saunters forward, hands in his pockets, imposing in just his stance.       

"Ah, move the fuck aside, bean pole!" The pursuer yells at the stranger. You aren't sure what to expect, but you're shocked when the stranger lets out a loud laugh and cracks his knuckles under his palm. It's the first time you notice the two tattoos inked in heavy black on his hands. You can't make out the kanji right now, but something tells you this stranger is not a typical businessman.   

Within seconds the stranger swiftly moves toward your assailant, taking one of those tattooed fists and pushing it into the man's gut. He instantly doubles over as the air escapes out of him as you watch in awe. He doesn’t stand a chance against the stranger, which only confirms that this stranger is more than he seems. 

"Huh, would've thought you had more in you," the stranger says cooly as he watches the man crumble to the ground. And seemingly, without any indication, he takes his foot and slams it again into the assailant's gut. You try to hold back a gasp. You’ve only ever seen Toman's fighting, where they didn't take a shot when someone was already down. But you can't say you aren't relieved as the assailant lets out a heavy groan and closes his eyes. He won't be getting up any time soon.

Quickly, like a cat, the stranger turns back to you and a wild smile spans across his face. And for a second, you feel fear shoot through you, your reptilian brain screaming that this man is dangerous. But you try to reason with it. This man just saved you. He wouldn't hurt you now. Right?    

And thankfully, even though the deep part of you still screams that this handsome stranger is dangerous, he doesn't hurt you. He approaches you slowly, that wild grin settling into a quick smirk. "Thanks for that," his voice is light as he leans his long neck to the side, and an audible crack escapes.

You watch him in slow motion, the dim street lights casting shadows over his face. Letting out a soft “thank you” you never take your eyes off of him. 

"Oh, kitten, you don't need to thank me, I didn't do that for you. I needed to expend some energy, and that was a great outlet," the stranger lets out with a laugh as his eyes meet yours. 

You're caught off guard by his blunt response, but it doesn't scare you; instead, it amuses you. And without thinking, a giggle escapes your mouth. You try to cover it up with your hand, but it's too late. The stranger has already caught you, and his smile only grows wider.

Most women cringe at that line or scoff. He's never gotten a laugh before. And for the first time that night, he takes all of you in. You're cute. In an innocent way, but with how you laughed, he knows there's something deeper within you. Something he wants to rip open and devour, he decides. 

"Well, I'm glad it worked out for both of us then. Are you sure I can't buy you a drink or something as a thank you?" You ask hesitantly still, trying to keep a lightness in your voice. That deep part of your mind is screaming to get away, but the pull from his golden eyes keeps you in place.              

"Ya know what? A drink sounds great; but I have to take care of some things tonight. How about I give you a call?" He holds out one of his tattooed hands, a silent gesture for you to hand him your phone.  

For a moment, you think against sharing your number with a complete stranger but can't deny the curiosity to know him more. To see what he's all about. And not to mention, he's handsome and would maybe get your mind off of Ken. You had to move on someday. 

Against all instinct and every warning about strangers cemented in your brain since childhood, you pull your phone out of your bag, open the contacts app and hand it over to him.   

It doesn't seem possible, but his smile grows wider as he maneuvers the phone into his palm and begins typing his information in. You can finally see the words tattooed on his hands from this angle. 

Sin. 

Punishment.

You don't get too long to ponder those phrases' meanings as he motions to give your phone back. You reach out to take it from him, your hand meeting his for just a moment before splitting apart. Everything is flying through your mind so quickly that you don't even question how he'll give you a call when you're the one with his number.

The tall man gives you a leisurely wave as he turns on his heel and begins to walk down the deserted street. You have to admit, that's one of the strangest encounters you've ever had, and it leaves you reeling as you try to understand the situation. 

Once your mind finally begins to work again, you look down at your phone to see your new contact. The screen's bright light illuminates your face as you see a recent message you definitely did not send staring up at you. A single black heart sent to "Shuji Hanma" leaves you with more questions than answers. But at least it answers how he plans to call you.

Locking your phone, you turn and continue the trek home. You don't take time to change out of your clothes as you crawl into your bed and succumb to the embrace of exhaustion. All the weirdness of tonight can be saved for tomorrow when you've rested.

The next few days you’re still determining if you want the mysterious Hanma to reach out to you. But what you do know is the annoyance bouncing around in your mind after four days of hearing nothing from him. "Why do I ever even trust men? All they do is break your heart," you grumble as you scroll through your emails.

And as if you summoned the devil himself, a small ping emits from your phone. Watching the preview of the message scroll across the top of your phone, you move to press it quickly.  

Shuji Hanma: Hey Kitten

You wait, watching the three little dots in the message bubble. Your heart is pounding what feels like a mile a minute. Why are you so nervous? You've been waiting for him to message. Questions and doubts run through your mind as an eternity seems to pass waiting for the following message.

Shuji Hanma: Sorry it took me so long. My work turned from a one-night thing into a couple of days. 

Shuji Hanma: Did you want to grab coffee today? 

Worrying your lip under your teeth, you read the messages repeatedly. Again, this man ends up leaving you with more questions than answers. You have no idea what his work is, but it seems odd that it would stop him from texting for days. And then jump up out of the blue and ask to meet today? Shuji Hanma not only confuses you but also fascinates you. 

A fleeting memory of Ken flashes through your mind as you decide whether to accept. It still hurts. Being without him hurts. No matter how much time passes, the hole inside you doesn't shrink. But maybe this stranger who waltzed into your life could at least distract you from that aching hole.

You take a deep breath and type out a response trying not to sound too eager.   

You: Yeah, you have someplace in mind?

Your heart continues to pound as you set your phone down on the marble counter. Anxious thoughts claw their way up through your mind trying to dissuade you from moving forward from Ken, from reaching out to him. You want to ask his opinion on all this; you want him to repeat those three words he said at the end. But you don't want it to be surrounded by pain and hurt. Hot tears begin to roll down your cheeks, and emotions you've had to keep hidden begin to seep out. I miss you, Ken. 

Ping! 

Your phone chime startles you out of your thoughts. Wiping away your tears and pulling in a sniffle, you pick it up and see another text from Hanma with an address and message with a time to meet and a single black heart.

You refuse to give yourself time to ponder whether this is the best idea. Typing out a confirmation that you'll be there, you make your way to the bathroom to start getting ready. With each step, you stuff memories of Ken in a box and put them in the back of your mind.  

Hanma leisurely sets his phone back down on the nightstand as he stretches in his large bed, the dark sheets rippling under his movements. It's been a hellish three days, dealing with a more minor gang trying to start shit with Toman. And while Hanma likes enforcing the expectations of Toman, he really had wanted to ask you out the day after he met you.

Something about you calls him. The image of your doe eyes staring up at him while trying to get away from your pursuer that night sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. But something is telling him you're going to be more than just a fuck buddy. Hanma isn't the type to really care about his relationship with women, but fuck he can't get you out of his head.

Images of you in a tight dress as he takes you to the finest restaurants or accompanying him to all the bullshit company parties that Takemichi insists on throwing for morale. He knows that he wants to show you off. But he's also attracted to the spark of fire in you. The way you laughed instead of cowered that night opened his eyes.

But if he spends too long thinking about you, he will end up with his dick in his fist, fantasizing what your moans might sound like, and that only delays getting you here.

Hanma pulls himself out of bed, situating himself on the side as he stretches his tired limbs. He looks out his floor-to-ceiling windows that make up one side of his bedroom. The sun is already creeping up into the sky. Rolling his shoulders back, Hanma pushes himself up from his bed and heads into the connecting bathroom. Images of you begging for him on the marble counter flash through his mind as he brushes his teeth. He's not sure how he'll control himself at coffee but knows it will only be a matter of time until all the thoughts in his mind become a reality.

It's still chilly by the time you finally arrive at the coffee shop that Hanma sent to you. You chose to dress in a fitted long sleeve silver gray shirt paired with tight black jeans and a comfortable pair of boots. You want to look cute but also not let on that you'd been waiting for this text for days. Truthfully, you didn’t want to hand your heart over so quickly to someone like you had with Ken. Even though you didn't tell him your feelings until the end, you aren't willing to act like a love-sick puppy anymore.

As you walk into the small shop, you scan the occupants, looking for that mix of blonde and black hair from a few nights ago. He's easy to spot, though, tall and lanky among the other patrons. His head is bowed, and his brows furrowed as he stares into his phone. He's even more handsome in the light of day, the sharp lines of his cheekbone brushing against the dangling gold earring at that angle.

Again that little voice in the back of your mind tells you to leave, turn around and never return. But you chalk that up to anxiety. You know you need to do this to move on from Ken, hell, to move on with your life. Trying to pep talk yourself into moving forward, you take a deep breath and make the first step. Each step matches your pounding heart as you put on a relaxed smile. By the time you're a few steps into the shop, Hanma must pick up on your presence approaching him.

Golden eyes flash up to meet yours, the glasses from the other evening missing, and a broad smile grows on his face as he takes all of you in. You'd been cute when he saw you on the street, but in the low light of the cafe, he could make out so much more of you. The soft curves of your body have him aching to reach out and touch you. He's not sure he'll be able to keep his hands off you.

Like a proper gentleman, he stands up as you approach, towering over the small chair he’d been occupying. "It's good to see you again," his voice has a slight lilt in it; it's inviting. You can already tell he's pulling you in. And without hesitation, he opens his arms to pull you into a side hug. It catches you off guard, mainly because you hardly know this man, but you try not to overthink it because it's over quickly. The only thing left in your wake is the lingering scent of his cologne.

Hanma gestures for you to sit next to him as he takes his seat. You exchange subtle phrases asking about the cafe and what he recommends. Hanma stands back up, even more towering now when you're sitting, letting you know he'll go order for both of you. A smile seems to be stuck on his face as he asks what you want, but it isn't forced; he looks incredibly relaxed for a first date. While your nerves are shot, you do everything possible to keep your leg from bouncing. Your mind blanks as you try to recall your typical order.

"Um, surprise me," you respond, trying to be flirty, but the sentiment fumbles out of your mouth.

His eyebrows shoot up, not expecting you to leave it in his hands. A second time you've caught him off guard. With each interaction, he knows he wants to pull away all your layers until you lay bare before him. "I like a woman who can take risks," he replies smoothly, without skipping a beat. And with a turn of his heel, he makes his way to the counter to place the order.

You're thankful for the moment he's away to push away some of the flustered feelings that are skittering in your stomach. But you can't deny that you want to know more about Shuji Hanma. The way he carries himself like a self-assured house cat only intrigues you more. You want to dig deeper and see why he has tattoos inked on his hands, why he was able to fight someone off easily; you want to know everything. A deep part of you wonders if the similarities that match Ken. The tattoo, the fighting, and the lack of fear. Somewhere in your mind, it's trying to link these two together. You try to write it off as silly musings but little do you know how connected those two are.

Soft footsteps snap you out of your thoughts as Hanma sets down a paper coffee cup, steam slowly seeping out of the hole on the lid. You look up at him and offer your thanks before gingerly bringing the cup to your lips. Hanma goes for a simple mocha and watches your every reaction as he takes his seat.

A sense of satisfaction fills him up as he watches your face relax after taking a drink. You like it. Hanma needs to figure out why he cares so much; typically, he doesn't put this much effort into dates. There's just something about you that continues to intrigue him. You're a call he can't ignore.

The two of you make small talk while taking quick sips of your drinks. The conversation flows easily, talking about where you both are from and what you like to do. You pull your cup away at one point, and a tiny speck of whipped cream stays on your lip, right at your cupid's bow, unbeknownst to you.

But it's just enough for Hanma to notice and a sufficient enough excuse for him to touch you. He's still listening intently as you talk about your recent class. As he leans forward to run his thumb across your lips. The action stops your words dead in their tracks, eyes wide you watch as he pulls back a little speck of cream staining his thumb. You don't know how to react, the warmth of his thumb still lingering on your lips. He’s bold, you know that for sure, but this seems too bold for a first date.

As your mind tries to get back on track with what you are saying, you watch as Hanma brings his thumb to his mouth and, with a tiny lick, wipes away the whipped cream. You have to stop your jaw from dropping at the gesture. Your brain scrambles to try and make sense of it all. Did he just? No, but–

And all Hanma can do is smile back at you as if he's urging you to continue your mundane tale after touching you so softly and doing something that seems entirely too intimate. "You were saying?" He asks gently, never removing his golden gaze from your wide eyes. This is precisely how he wants you, silent and stunned, so he can get a better read on how you react.

But as you gather your thoughts, all you can think of is being snarky; if Shuji Hanma wants to play games, you would play right back.

"You could've just asked, you know?" You can't help the smirk that grows across your face as his eyebrow quirks. That was not the response he expected.

For the third time, you've caught him off guard. Most women crumble under his gaze, becoming shy and timid. But not you, every time he pushed, you would push back. Hanma tries to regain his composure, rolling his shoulders to release tension.

"You're an interesting one, kitten," his voice is like honey, dripping slowly, melting your core. The two of you keep going back and forth in a highly delicate dance, and you're about to take the plunge.

"Am I, Shuji? You're pretty interesting yourself. Being able to take someone down in one quick move, the tattoos on your hands, and the fact you dress like a businessman but clearly have very different skills," you keep your tone even refusing to break contact with his penetrating gaze. You aren’t going to go into another relationship and be blindsided. And you sure aren’t going to let this man think you’re too weak to deal with whatever he’s bringing.

"So perceptive, kitten. You sure you wanna go down that road?" You can tell he's fishing, laying out the lure for you to bite. The smile doesn't ever leave his face as he watches every movement you make. Every breath in and out, the way you run your hand through your hair. You captivate him with everything you do.

"I'm not so fragile, Shuji. If you want this to go anywhere, you need to know that," you respond calmly. Maybe you're taking the bait or genuinely interested in him. But you want to give it a chance; give yourself a chance to try something new. To heal.

Hanma doesn't hesitate from there, slowly unfurling his world for you. He confirms your suspicions that he is much more than a businessman. His exact phrase is an "enforcer" for a well-known "society" in town. You immediately call him on his bullshit, letting him know you're aware that he's part of something far from a legal society. It doesn't catch him off guard; maybe he's testing you. Seeing if you can back up all that backbone you put up earlier.

Hanma never confirms your suspicions and only skates around them while answering other questions. But the conversation is enjoyable. He makes you laugh, and you decide he's worth the chance you've given him. But you aren't going to let him get away with thinking he's got the upper hand.

As the two of you finish your drinks, it's been an hour, and the warmth is gone from them; you swallow down your nerves to confront him. "So Shuji, about your occupation," you say sweetly as you set your elbow down on the wooden table between the two of you and rest your cheek in your open palm. His golden gaze stays firm, and he holds his poker face waiting eagerly to hear what will come out of your mouth. "I'm just taking a wild guess here. Are you part of a gang?" You try hard to maintain your posture repeating in your head, don't back down.

And right as the words come out of your mouth, you see him flinch slightly. You might have missed it if you weren’t watching him so intensely.

"Well then, kitten, it looks like I didn't give you enough credit," he purrs out, leaning forward slightly in his seat. His voice drops to a seductive whisper, "Are you sure you want to play with fire?"

Both of you stare each other down like predators refusing to be the weaker one. His smirk is still plastered as his eyes bore through you. Your heart is practically racing out of your chest, blood pumping quickly through your veins as you gather your mind for a response this man is looking for.

"Maybe I like when it burns," you respond, and Hanma's smirk turns into a full grin.

Both of you have identical thoughts.

This will be fun.

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