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thepayloadisgay · 8 months

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would you be willing to write some shimadacest set when they were younger and still part of the clan, having to sneak around shimada castle and hide their relationship from everyone but genji likes to test his luck and tries to talk hanzo into messing around in places where they could easily get caught… so semi public sex basically

yes yes yes

It turned into a little study of their relationship I hope you don't mind, anon. Enjoy x

Shimadacest

-young, pre-clan dissolve and Genji's 'death' NSFW

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It always just, was.

Never really a question of right, wrong, for either of them. That was always something for outside. For those who would ever happen to look in; to peel beneath the layers of brother, friend, protector, confidant -

-to lover.

Carved under skin, a taste of blood.

Hanzo feels it on his tongue, quiet and tucked away.

Genji his hands, smeared to a language only Hanzo knows, only Hanzo sees.

But it's there. Palms up, palms down. Their love (no beginning, never an end), their first kiss (how long ago), their last fuck (you woke me up, again), the desperation for the next, scribed over skin, finger tip and up.

It's like the lines of his veins, now. The way they weave a pathway to his heart, writing a lifeblood of his body, of what they mean.

But for something so innate, it's stuck in a world of darkness. Blind. Mute. The only ones that can see are them. Pocketed away from a world that would say no, at best. Worst-

Maybe it's better this way. Tucked away together, Hanzo can be anything with Genji, no-one and nothing to know. And here, Genji is nothing but his.

Morning. Barely anyone yet, but them. The corridor a temple, dewey in dawn. They can hear people below. Someone above. Their bodies move, split in shadow, in sunrise. Hands and dragon claws sink in his back. Hanzo's sure there's blood. He closes his eyes and tastes; closes his eyes and hears the way Genji moans, lips a smear against his ear as he tries to be quiet, a fistful of hair he almost tears. "Quiet," Hanzo demands, but it's a beg. "Harder," Genji begs, but it's a demand.

Knelt at the table, Hanzo eats quietly while their father talks to their guests. Genji interrupting in ways that would get Hanzo punished.

Genji knows this. He catches Hanzo's eye sometimes when he gets away with things. That smug, satisfaction on his face and how much Hanzo wants to wipe it off with a fist/kiss/fuck.

Usually all three.

Genji says something else to father that tests his patience, but Genji sails through, barely able to contain his laughter as he reaches across to grab some more food.

But it's just a cloak for the way he wants to touch Hanzo, a hand slipping over his brother's legs. Subtle, secret.

As Genji tries to sit back down, Hanzo's there first, a snap of hand to wrist, holding him right there.

"You'll pay for that." A whisper.

"Can''t wait."

He snaps back his hand with a wink.

"The kitchen?" says Hanzo, Genji's fingers slipping from his hand. "Have you developed a sudden interest in learning to cook?" Genji hoists himself on-top of the stove. "No. But there's plenty to eat, here." Spreads his thighs. Hanzo grips the edge of the counter, nails to wood as the shorts Genji wears ride up, digging in between join of pelvis, thigh, thick flesh spreading, denting against metal. "Well?" Genji thumbs the inside of his thighs, his already hard cock pushing a shape against his shorts. "Here?" "Obviously."

Hanzo adjusts his rigid clothes, stood next to his father as he watches Genji from across the courtyard, relaxed, carefree, careless, flirting with some local friends, drinks in hand.

Happy.

Hanzo is a trophy for his father to parade to his friends. A prodigy, groomed. The replacement they'll one day consult with, exchange money with, look at with the same respect and admiration they do his father.

But the only eyes Hanzo wants right now, are Genji's.

He almost begs to the wind. Silent, to his dragon to carry the words to Genji's, to just look, look at me. Take me away from here, out of the door and away.

Away.

What does it feel to laugh like you.

At least I know what it feels to smile like you, when we kiss.

"But the cooks will be here any minute for din-" "That's the point." Genji's spread a hand over his crotch, tumb lining the shape of his cock. He's kicked off his sandals. Hanzo watches his toes curl, one foot gripping the table opposite, the other the edge of the oven underneath. "The corridor was a one time-" "So was the laundry, the training yard, the baths-" Genji dips his hand under his shorts, dragging teeth over lip. He knows Hanzo likes to bite. To taste what's left on his lips, skin. Scouring away whoever was there last if it wasn't him. A casual partner had asked him once about a bite mark that they hadn't left. Genji had just ignored it, and shut them up with a fuck, the first window into their secret driving him wild.

Hanzo thinks he's never more in love when Genji's asleep at his side. Peace and beauty, an honesty hidden even from his brother.

A secret in the way he touches Genji, now.

A confession loud enough for the wind to carry if it will.

The stars too far away to witness, but the moon's light a judge. A spotlight for two.

Sharing a room at this age was strange enough. A bed, danger.

The rule was never all night. Back to their own rooms by dawn. But sometimes-

-sometimes

"I know," mumbles Genji, burying his face back into the pillow.

"It's still late." Hanzo coils fingers through Genji's hair. It's gotten strangely long.

"Mmmhmm."

He tucks a strand behind Genji's ear, running a finger along his piercings.

"You ever thought about a tattoo?"

"Not my thing." More muffled words into Hanzo's pillow.

"Not even for me?"

Genji lifts his head. A noise. "Definitely not for you."

Hanzo plucks Genji's chin with thumb, forefinger. Leans closer to an almost kiss; an almost-

Shorts near shredded as Hanzo pulls them off to the floor. Genji almost there too as he clings to the edge of the stove, palms dented, muscles pushed as he hovers. "Knew you'd come around." Tongue between teeth a tease. Hanzo knees Genji's legs further apart. Rough and back the fuck down onto the stove, smothering his brother's laughter with a kiss that bites. "You always do." It's near lost in their kiss, but Genji always gets the last word, even when his mouth is fucking full. Hanzo's next touch is gentle. Two fingers along Genji's artery, and gently he presses. Life in palm- that life is mine.

Hanzo can't remember the last time he's slept.

Really, slept.

Father's voice ringing in his head. Instructions and numbers and names and every word another fucking nail in his back he couldn't pull out, for the mantle of name, birth, expectation.

He runs his finger along the rim of his glass. He's lost count how many he's drunk. But his answer is in the empty bottles at his feet.

"Still up?" he asks in that way, that want, that-

Another name from father's lips, another responsibility.

But this one he's nailed to his heart, instead.

"Not tonight, Genji."

Empties his glass. Stares ahead, because he can't look back.

Genji lifts the empty bottles, tucking them away at the corner and just sits down, cross legged on the floor by Hanzo's feet. "I just miss you."

"Then stay."

"I'm right here."

Hanzo wishes he could hear what he really said.

But it's Hanzo's mouth that's full, as he drags Genji to the edge, as he drops to his knees, sinking Genji's cock between lips. His brother has long learned to be quiet in places like this. But the lack of noise means he moves; moves more and loud and desperate. Heels dig a line in Hanzo's back, toes a mark. Hands pull hair, longer than ever. Handles for Genji, twisting around hands, knotting in fingers. He moves with Hanzo, hand to head, guiding and goading and- "Fuck-" he slips out, echoing in the dark, scraping the walls, the floor. Decadence. Hanzo pulls back; nips the inside of Genji's thigh with his teeth. Fingers continue where his mouth left off. "Alright alright-" Genji rolls his tongue over teeth. "It's like you're asking for it." Hanzo kisses the bite mark. "And what if I am." And kisses it again.

Weeks.

Maybe, months.

A corner of the courtyard. Shadow, and some might say shame. Sorrow.

But everything else was drowned. Drunk to yearning and their need. Even words. Had they even said anything before they touched?

Who had reached first? And did it really matter, when it unwound time and they were back to when it all mattered.

Hanzo, cold to the wall. Genji a power against him.

Still so beautiful, playful and anything but perfect.

But right now, he could be.

Sunk between Hanzo's legs, fingers denting his thighs, lips caught with strands of his hair, sweat, as they shared their secret to whoever thought to look a little too close in the corner.

Genji's there. He pulls Hanzo's hair so hard it hurts; biting his arm even harder to smother his moan as he cums, cock hitting the back of Hanzo's throat. There's voices, close. Too close. But he holds Hanzo's head steady. Nails scratching scalp as he fills his brother's mouth with cum, heels digging into powerful shoulders. Stay, Han. When Hanzo pulls back, lines of cum on his chin, Genji needs to kiss. To kiss and taste and forget to breathe, their lips a salt of cum and sweat, threads of hair stuck. "Genji-" The voices are closer now, they can count the steps. Genji bites his lip. Slips off the stove, grabs his shorts and takes Hanzo's hand as they dart around the first corner they see. Stairs, to the laundry. "Eh? Why are Master Genji's sandals here?" "Don't question anything Genji does," says another housekeeper, tired, sounds of metal to stone ringing in the kitchen. "Just accept. Much easier." Body to body to back to stone, Hanzo presses himself against Genji, hard. Hand to mouth, harder. He can feel the way he laughs, beneath. Mouth to smile to body and he can barely breathe. Hanzo buries his own laughter in the crook of Genji's neck. He thinks he tells him he loves him too.

#shimadacest #genzo #genji shimada #hanzo shimada #shimada brothers #overwatch fanfic #des writes #overwatch fic #ask des #hope u enjoy anon I know it's prob a bit different to what you expected but #I really enjoyed writing this thank u sm for the prompt

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scatterbrainedlittlesweetheart · 1 year

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Hi, hoping to make this a place I post some of my writing since I’m too shy to do it on the main

#des writes

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feral-ballad · 1 month

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Julia de Burgos, tr. by Jack Agüeros, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos; "Moments"

[Text ID: “Me, inside myself, / always waiting for something / that my mind can’t define.”]

#julia de burgos #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #poetry collection #typography #poetry in translation #puerto rican poetry #puerto rican literature

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sicknessinmotion · 7 months

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EVERY TIME I LOOK BACK, MY CHILDHOOD GROWS HORNS; ON AGING.

lorde // iasoup on tumblr // alain de botton // jenny slate // katie maria // silas denver melvin // chelsea wolfe

#lorde #alain de botton #jenny slate #katie maria #silas denver melvin #chelsea wolfe #web weaving #webweaving #.w #words #quotes #poetry #writing #excerpts

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planeta-de-escritos · 1 month

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Textos Fugaz.

#frases #citas #notas #letras #escritos #pensamientos #quotes #love #poesia #amor #valentía #riesgos #decisiones #empezar de cero #vida #writings #spilled ink #planetasdeescritores

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zylev-blog · 3 days

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The heroes have lost.

Superman, Wonder Woman, and Shazam are dead. The only thing that’s kept Batman alive was his wit, but that’s not enough.

His wit didn’t save his children.

His wit didn’t save Alfred.

His wit didn’t stop the world from burning.

He’s become desperate for a miracle. He had never been desperate before, but all hope had been lost. He was one of the last teams of heroes that had survived the initial onslaught. He had no contingency plans, nothing he could invent. No weapon, no weakness.

His desperate plea was so strong it went through the fabric of the dimensions. Clockwork, who normally had no intention of looking into that dimension, decided to look at the timeline. He didn’t like what he saw, so he appeared before Bruce Wayne in the middle of the night. After a brief discussion, he decided to send Bruce back in time.

When Bruce opened his eyes next, he scrambled to find the date. He almost laughed in relief when he realized that this was the day he had become Batman. The day he had first donned the cowl. He was over twenty years in the past, and he still had the knowledge of what had brought the timeline to the brink of disaster last time.

Clockwork gave him a gift. A son named Danny, to be raised by Bruce. The boy was a newborn infant, with a head full of black hair and startling blue eyes. He didn’t know what Danny’s backstory was, or why Clockwork had possession of the infant, but he wasn’t going to ask questions. His world was safe, and he had another chance to prevent the end of the world twenty years early.

He would love his son as if he was his own flesh and blood. Then he would be the best Batman the world had ever seen.

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc writing prompt #dp dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp crossover #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp #bruce wayne #danny is bruce wayne’s son #deaged au #de aged danny #Batman

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dclovesdanny · 3 months

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Something I will never get enough of is Danny killing the Joker. However, something I want to see more of, is Danny killing the Joker for Ellie.

Like, Jason and Danny are neighbors and they’ve been friends for a little while. Jason knows Danny has the 20 something year old mechanic with a six-year-old daughter who is an absolute gremlin. He really likes them both, and he might have a little crush on his neighbor.

Then when they are out at the park or something, the Joker attacks. The joker decides to grab a hostage and who does he grab, but this six year old girl who only seems to have one person who knows her, a scrawny 20 something person. She has dark hair and blue eyes and only person who seems to care about her is her older brother/possible father? Perfect bait for Batman.

He wasn’t counting on Danny being able to fight god for his family. He didn’t realize that Danny will do anything to protect his family, that, in his literal core, he is sworn to protect his people, no matter the cost. the joker did not realize that Danny loves Ellie enough to not only die (again) for her, but to kill for her.

The Joker doesn’t die to Batman, or in some big battle. The Joker dies to a man no one knew because the Joker kidnapped his daughter. The joker dies, because he forgot that not everyone has the same hangups about killing that Batman does. The Joker dies because he pushed a parent too far.

Jason is there during all of this. I think he’s either there as red hood, watching through the cameras, or there is Jason. All three of these have many different pros for various forms of angst.

If Jason is there as red hood, he’s probably with some of the batfamily, and they are holding him back from killing the Joker. They’re trying to figure out how to make it so that the joker won’t kill this little girl, and Jason is going feral because that is his kid. That is the little gremlin who lives next-door, who knocks on his door and treats him like a jungle gym. That’s his kid. When he sees Danny jump at the Joker, he’s going to have a straight up panic attack and he’s gonna get the guns ready, but he doesn’t need to.

If he’s there as Jason, I think the joker would also take him hostage. Jason Wayne, the brat who would get him a lot of money. Especially if the Joker knows that this was the second Robin, because this just means he can get two killed in one swoop. And Jason is trying to protect Ellie with everything in him, cursing himself for not bringing a gun with him and praying that this time Bruce isn’t too late. And he can see the pain in Danny’s eyes and he is so scared to lose this family he has. He praised to a God he doesn’t believe in this time, history won’t repeat itself.

I feel like it would be most painful, if he’s watching through cameras. He’s probably injured or in the middle of doing something for his civilian life . Maybe he’s even out of town, but turned the camera on to look out for the joker, and had a heart attack when he saw the little girl next-door being held by the Joker. This man is trying so hard to get there, breaking every traffic law, praying that he won’t be too late that this won’t be the same as his death. His trauma is excruciating, because this feels like when he was waiting for Bruce and Bruce not getting there until it was too late.

No matter which of these scenarios, he needs to see Danny snap and kill the joker. Maybe, in the camera scenario, it’s just this he arrives that he sees it. Either way, he needs to see the moment, the Joker dies at the head of a single father, and the parallel of Bruce and him and Danny and Ellie need to be very apparent. Because this time the dad wasn’t afraid to kill.

This is the moment I feel, Jason would fully acknowledge that he would do anything for these people. That these two neighbors of his have become his family. The moment he sees the two of them holding each other, and the jokers body at their feet, I guarantee you this man is fighting tooth and nail not to go over his red hood exposed them. if he’s Jason, he can run into hug them no problem, but if he’s red hood, he’s not going to be able to do that.

This man will fight with Batman if he even that should get in trouble for killing the Joker. He will threaten to never ever speak to Bruce ever again, will be ready to bribe the police into letting Danny go, we will race every camera footage out there of the event, will do anything for this family.

Later that day, he won’t have nightmares of the Joker for the first time in a while. He will be able to look at his family and rest easy, knowing that there’s no way that Joker can take them from him.

#long post #dc x dp #dc x dp writing prompt #dead on main #angst #de aged ellie #dad danny #joker dies #falling in love #favorite

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zillychu · 3 months

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Consider for a moment: A slow-burn identity reveal “no one knows” AU with an emphasis on ghosts being taken seriously as an actual, world-changing threat.

Ghosts are treated as an exceedingly dangerous, but unavoidable force of nature. They can come and go without warning, through naturally occurring spontaneous portals. They're territorial, driven only by obsession and hunger for the living. Particularly powerful ghosts are on par with natural disasters.

Life goes on because there's simply no other option. All major buildings have varying levels of ghost shields, some stronger than others. Just about everyone has some form of personal shield, weapon, or general deterrent. For the most part, humanity takes this apocalypse in stride, barely keeping it all together because there's just enough safety to keep them all sane.

Which is why the rumors of Phantom being able to fully mimic a human body incites panic in Amity.

Phantom was already a nightmare as it was–one of the most powerful and intelligent ghosts on record. His territorial fights with other ghosts for haunting (hunting) grounds in Amity have made global news several times already. Powerful ghosts could appear more human–but to think he was transforming down to a cellular level? Hiding among them? Bypassing ghost shields and alarms? Picking them off one by one?

The focus is mostly with Lancer's class, and how the school deals with this new threat on top of everything else. Everyone is a suspect, no one is safe, and Danny Fenton in particular gets slowly more and more exhausted, apathetic, and… unnerving.

The stress, the lack of sleep, the fighting, no one to turn to, not even his best friends or family–it takes a toll on him. Starving himself doesn't help, but he refuses to do more than take small bites from the ambient life energy and emotion of the living around him. Nothing that won't actually do lasting harm. He begins to slip up more and more, which Sam and Tucker begin to notice but haven't quite connected the dots yet.

But, well. What else can Danny do when Pariah Dark comes knocking on Amity’s doorstep, and his whole class is in the line of fire?

#Danny Phantom #zilly squeaks #btw i very much hc that ghosts are so intrinsically WRONG to all our senses that Phantom basically has a built in de-recognition spell #people surmise he's a young adult but that's about it #like they can see him perfectly but their brains refuse to connect his face to a human face #anyway i have brainworms this Friday night. how are y'all doing #kinda want Danny's friends and classmates to be terrified of Phantom #as a treat #(the treat is for me)#also there's not enough Mr. Lancer i love that man #by the way if anyone wants to write this #uhhhhh STRONG possibility I'd make you a ton of art for it #if you'd like to collab even. hit me up

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veryintricaterituals · 8 months

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This whole season was the Nandor loves Guillermo back season. He loves him so much. He adores him. We had so many moments, big and small.

He realized something was wrong and organized a birthday dinner.

He bought him a present (foot locker) that Guillermo used as a coffin.

He asked him for bedtime stories and enjoyed Guillermo doing his hair

He got so jealous of Laszlo getting a bit of attention that he flew to outer space

AND admitted he was only doing it to impress Guillermo.

He tried and failed to replace him with Alexander just because Guillermo didn't want to go to the gym with him

and THEN he still took him to the movies with him

When he got in trouble with the news he kept looking and calling for Guillermo and got so angry at him for not being there

How giddy and proud he sounded when he spoke about Guillermo killing a theater full of vampires just to save him

The way he pleaded for his life to the Baron

The way he clung to the Baron's cloak just to stop him

His ridiculous plan with Nadja to kidnap them both and negotiate

The fact he spent the whole episode doing EVERYTHING in his power to save him

And he was so relieved to find him safe and sound in his own coffin

His little speech when he was begging for the Baron at the end, just saying over and over that Guillermo was true and loyal

His safety blanket being one of Guillermo's sweaters

The little boop at the end

The fact that he had Guillermo's card memorized and could recite it (he probably has it saved somewhere)

"I know you better than anyone" and he proceeds to prove it in the last episode

The way he kept including Guillermo into the family dynamic all season

How he wanted to hunt with him and kept calling for him, first to hunt and then for help

His face when he found out he'd been betrayed

The fact he was the only one who'd thought about the Van Helsing DNA interacting with the vampiric transformation (because he'd thought about it so much beforehand)

The way he had to turn the heartbreak to anger

He was a scorned lover

Him destroying Guillermo's things (he destroyed the pillow)

All his dramatics

How he went back to Panera Bread to wait for him night after night

The way he realized he loved Guillermo too much to kill him

How for all his dramatics and threats, he knew from the begging how to get Guillermo to come to him and didn't do it until he knew he wasn't going to kill him

How he probably sat and hung out with Guillermo's mom for a while, probably making conversation

The fact he was looking at his baby pictures (because he's Guillermo's significant other and Sylvia could tell)

Him promising Guillermo he wasn't going to kill him. His word as a vampire, his word as a warrior (season 3 episode 1 parallels much?)

The way he formally introduced him as fully fledged member of the family to the other vampires

How he, again, was the only one who knew what Guillermo needed to complete his transformation

The fact he gave him human blood (he helped transform Guillermo in the end)

The way he knew, almost straight away, that Guillermo wasn't going to be happy as a vampire

How he tried to get the Djinn to fix it for him

How he managed to do WITHOUT the Djinn's help

How he made up a whole ceremony to turn him back

The way he asked Guillermo if he'd rather be a vampire or a human

How he killed Derek when Guillermo couldn't do it

The fact that he knew Guillermo so well that he had his old glasses ready for him

The way he comforted him in the end.

Last season's theme was be careful what you wish for and this one was just love.

And Nandor loves Guillermo so much. And he knows him, he knows him so well.

I think, I think we ARE getting Nandermo next year. There's no other way the show can go on. There's no other direction for these two characters to go.

#writing this healed me #he loves him so much #that's the point #wwdits spoilers #wwdits #nandermo #nandor #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #mine

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ryllen · 3 months

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"Don't u know what u're asking me with these?

'Abandon the sea, and stay on land'"

"Are you sure you know~ what u're getting into, Trey-san?"

[x] [x] [x]

#treyjade #AUGH WHEN TREYJADE ARTIST DOES SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WRITING I CAN'T LEAVE ALONE & JUST HAVE TO TELL THE WORLD WITHOUT EXACTLY REPOSTING IMAGES #FIRST LINK FIRST LINK CHECK THE FIRST LINK AUGHHHH!!!!! THE JADE REACTION IS SO MOEEE~~ yes it's kinda different to the way i draw him here #THE SECOND AND THIRD LINKS ARE JUST AS NICE & FUNNY I LEAVE THEM THERE AS A TREAT for treyjaders!!!!!!!#twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #the description of the third link STABS me right AT THE FUNNY BONE IN MY HEART #'When I was at the sea there was food swimming everywhere...'#JAAAAAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEEEEE FSDHSDHSHDSH #HE THINKS THE SEA IS OPEN WORLD CAFETARIA FHSDHSDHSDH #HE'S TOO CUTEEEEE ARGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I JUST IMAGINE HIM DOING SOMETHING TOTALLY RANDOM AND SUDDENLY HIS HAND JUST WENT AND GRAB A FISH AND PUT IT INTO HIS MOUTH IN A MATTER OF #SECOND FHSDHSDH #AJA DE #AND THIS KEEPS HAPPENING EVERY 5 MINUTES INTERVAL FHSDHSDH #THE SECOND LINK IS JUST GOLD THROUGH AND THROUGH FHSHDSDH #SO MOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAUGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TREEEEEYYJJJJJAAAAAADEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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des-no9 · 7 months

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Just another day thinking about how having sex with a mindflayer -The Emperor- must be the most intimate thing alive.

You bare everything you are with eachother.

Things probably you don't realise, have forgotten.

Things you only want to relinquish to them.

Secrets lost, words afraid, desires untouched, dreams unreached, shames bared, feelings unleashed all together in chaos.

Those ones knotted into a ball, unwound with a claw. Understood now. Overwhemling you in a way you think you'll bleed and burst, but in this moment, there's nothing more sublime beneath their jaw, and their instinct to devour you.

You.

The four tentacles of bliss smother you; cover you; your body, mind, heart. The trust a tether, a bloom between you. Monster (are you really) and you, whatever you think you are, it doesn't matter anymore.

You are them, and they are you.

#bg3 the emperor #because lets be real he's why i wrote this lmao #bg3 mindflayer #mind flayer #illithid #bg3 illithid #bg3 #des writes #loving the monster #mindflayer #the emperor bg3

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thepayloadisgay · 8 months

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🐉🏹

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Days, and they just looked at each other.

Almost a week before they shared a conversation alone.

Genji had tiptoed around his brother like he were cracked, a vase teetering on an edge, a sharp exhale enough to push to break.

Hanzo just turned the other way when he saw Genji. Heard that loud laughter bouncing off the walls, too close and it would be here.

People here were Genji's family. They knew him like Hanzo used to. What music he liked, food he loved, when he slept, worrying if he'd come home in one piece.

Did any of them love him too?

Probably. Genji was so easy to love.

Hanzo had hated him for it, for he'd loved him too. Fierce and fatal. From breath to bone, to blood and gone.

Love was different with anyone else. Love with Genji was its meaning. The beginning, the end.

And all over again.

There was too much to say that conversations felt sore. Time together barely enough to catch a breath.

But one day it just felt normal.

Hanzo. Dawn. Hair damp from a shower. He stood by the wide double doorway at the back of Gibraltar. The sea sung quiet. Not as quiet as the way Genji moved.

But Hanzo always felt.

Then the way his brother brushed his fingers along his arm. Winding the waves of his dragon and down. Down to his hand, to hold.

Bare faced. Patches of armour pulled off. Wires, synthetic flesh, and the way he worked, exposed.

Vulnerability.

Well. What Hanzo could see beneath the cat pyjamas he wore, rolled to his knees, elbows.

"You still use the same shampoo," says Genji, leaning into his brother, arm dipping into the small of his back, feeling the drops of water fall from the ends of his hair. Cold.

"You always used to steal it." Hanzo closes his eyes, feeling Genji shape his spine.

"Still do."

Hanzo turns. Slow. Genji's smile brings him back home. The kiss against his neck to their bed. The smell of his hair, love.

Today it just felt normal, and maybe it would be again.

#shimadacest #genzo #genji shimada #hanzo shimada #just got the feels #writing drabbles on me phone on the sofa again #des writes #fluff #overwatch #overwatch 2

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