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In the streets of Shinjuku, Yan Qing can't beg for mercy. He makes Ritsuka give it to him.
Bookmarked by lavenderdango (nekozhen)
06 Mar 2024
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The air around Ritsuka is cold but also hot, like one’s bare face pressed into the snow for far too long, or a fever they are eager to sweat out.
That is what Douman wants them to feel.
He wants them to want it.
Douman wants Ritsuka to know how he feels, so he curses them.
Bookmarked by lavenderdango (nekozhen)
06 Mar 2024
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“I will give you a memory that will live in your bones long after you have disappeared from me into the stars.”
When he says this, you can feel the levity of his words, the promise of willing your body to remember him in the ghosts of his touch when his face will someday elude you. Far beyond his planet you will travel, but flesh etched in flesh, you will feel him as stardust in the cavity of your chest when time and distance becomes unkind to memory.
You take his words to heart.
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Bookmarked by lavenderdango (nekozhen)
29 Feb 2024
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You give him head and he whimpers for you. A lot.
Chapter 2: You take him home and break him apart, but you tease a little too much and he gets his own back. Don't worry, there's not any less whimpering in this one <3
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- Part 1 of HSR x Reader smut
Bookmarked by lavenderdango (nekozhen)
29 Feb 2024
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The gravity between you shifts in this moment, constellations far-off falling into some predetermined formation that holds your attention fiercely, fixing your eyes to Sampo’s with all the force of a dying star. The clinic is so quiet that you can hear his breathing, a sigh from his nose that you can feel against your knees as he leans forward a bit more.
“You must understand that I have nothing to offer but my services,” he reminds you, his voice low, “but they do not all entail daring acts and marvelous products, you see.”
He lays a meaningful hand against your leg, just above your right knee, and gives it a gentle squeeze. Your lungs hold your next breath captive as he presses his left cheek into the meat of your thigh, his voice thick and his words too-honeyed as he peers up at you with a potently addled expression.
“If you would permit me, cunning trailblazer, my silver tongue is useful in more ways than speaking gusts of riddles and sales pitches. Though, perhaps, this also counts as a sales pitch.”
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Bookmarked by lavenderdango (nekozhen)
29 Feb 2024