TianShan, introducing each other to their families? Thanks! X)
I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but it’s what I had in mine! ^^””” Thanks for the prompt!
2) TianShan ~ Introducing each
other to their families.
“Say,” Guan Shan asked
while staring at the stacks of condiments and seasonings, “why am I here?”
“Because you owe me a
whole pot of sweet-and-sour pork. If you don’t want to be here, next time you steal Zhan’s homework.” Tian took
the basket from Mo’s hands and looked around the aisle. “I’m lost as fuck here. You take the
lead; I’ll just follow you and pay.”
“Then we’ll need
tomato sauce with red pepper and hot beans—” Guan Shan replied, reaching for
the spiciest bottle.
Tian laughed. “You
know you’re gonna join me for dinner, don’t you? So prepare something you would eat and don’t fuck with my food.” He leaned over and whispered in Guan Shan’s ear, “Of course, if you
want it that badly, there are more entertaining ways to set your ass on fire…”
Guan Shan turned to
him, a furious blush quickly spreading over his pale face. His mouth trembled
as if he wanted to retort properly, but all that escaped his lips was a
frustrated “FUCK! Fuck you, you cock—!”
“Such a dirty mou—!”
“MO GUAN SHAN!”
They both turned
around to see a young-looking woman wearing a look of disgust.
“How many times have I
told you not to use that language?” She slapped the back of his head. “I’m
sorry, this child can be so rude. Apologize, Guanshan!”
“Ah, there’s no need,
ma’am!” He Tian turned on his charm and bowed his head respectfully. “We know
each other. In fact, we’re—”
“He’s just someone who
goes to the same school!” Guan Shan shouted. “His name is He Tian! We sometimes
have assignments together, that’s all! Right?” He cast a desperate glance at Tian,
who was raising an eyebrow.
“Right,” Tian replied.
Had there been a slight pause there? “My name is He Tian. I’m always in Mo’s
care. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He flashed a smile that made the
hearts of both mother and son skip a beat.
“Such manners,” Guan
Shan’s mother blushed. “I’m this kid’s mother. Thank you for always taking care
of my son. If you ever want to do your assignments in our house, you’re more
“You know,” Tian said
once she had left, “you actually look a lot like her. Well, if your brow wasn’t
furrowed so often, maybe you’d—”
“I’m not a woman, or
feminine!” Guan Shan barked. “What the chicken dick are you saying? Shit, I thought I
was going to die, being found here with you…”
“Eeeh…” He Tian mused.
“Would that be so embarrassing?”
Guan Shan looked up,
but Tian averted his gaze and walked away.
Lately there had been
something odd about that guy. Of course he could have said that they were
friends, but that would mean a closeness that he still refused to acknowledge –
though the mere fact that he refused it only meant that he craved it. Ever
since he’d started hanging out with that guy and the other two jerks, he felt
less lonely. He’d often found himself wondering how many breaks it would take
Tian to come to him, how many blocks they’d walk together, how many more shared
meals there would be till each went their own way. That thought scared him, and
he’d always believed that the best thing to do was to avoid getting close to anyone.
That way, when everything was over, it wouldn’t hurt so much, right?
“Oi, stop daydreaming.”
Tian touched his face with the pack of pork tenderloin. “Is this okay?”
“I’m…” Guan Shan began
to say, but suddenly a shadow loomed over him.
“Yo,” the newcomer
said. Guan Shan blinked. Could this be…?
“What are you doing
here, brother?” He Tian asked, moving closer. “Was the Punks Anonymous meeting
“I’ve got a break in
my shift,” he replied. “Who’s this?”
“Him? He’s… just
someone who goes to my school.”
“I’ll go get the eggs,”
Guan Shan muttered, walking away quickly. He turned round the corner of the
aisle and stopped. Why? It felt as if he’d been dealt a blow that had left him
breathless. He bit his trembling lower lip. He Tian had said… He had said… He just used the same words you used, you
chicken-brained shit! Why does it bother you? Isn’t this what you want? His
throat hurt. Shit. So this is how it
“So that’s the guy,”
Brother said matter-of-factly. “The one you’re after?”
“What’s his name? If
he’s gonna be family at some point, shouldn’t I introduce myself properly?”
Guan Shan heard the
sound of rustling fabric, and Tian’s low, threatening voice. “I don’t want him
involved in any of your shit, is that clear?”
“If you don’t tell me
his name, how can I protect you both?”
“He doesn’t need your
protection,” Tian said, walking past his brother. “He has me.”
Aw, crap. Guan Shan’s blood rushed through his veins. Shit, shit, shit. What’s this? He covered
his mouth with his hand, as if he wanted to prevent a million words from coming
out. What should I do with this feeling?
He was wondering whether he should go back and say something to Tian’s brother
when Tian found him.
“Did you find the
“Yes!” Guan Shan
blurted out, grabbing them from the nearest shelf.
They paid for the
groceries and went out of the market. As they walked to the tower, Guan Shan
took out his cellphone.
“Sending a message to
your mom?” Tian asked.
“Telling her not to
fall in love with the beautiful boy she met today?”
“Not quite.” He
finished typing and showed it to Tian.
[I’m spending the night at my friend He Tian’s
Tian raised his eyes slowly
and stared at him. “Don’t Close Mountain…
Do you know what you’re doing?” His voice was definitely low and dark, in a way
that only Guan Shan understood.
“Yes,” he replied. “Just…
Make sure I won’t regret it.”
“You won’t,” He Tian smiled, taking Guan Shan’s bag off his hand.
I love my gay space dads :’) disclaimer i know nothing about timekeeping or basic universe laws in star wars rip sorry in advance
103. “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”
Finn liked the mess hall best between the hours of 0200 and 0300. The normal endless bustle of the Resistance dissipated. Most of the officers were asleep. Only the occasional rebel returning from a mission or passerby roamed the halls, and the mess hall was almost empty, save for a few scattered workers who, like Finn, sought the quiet that came with the early morning hours.
stamattina a lavoro sono andata al bagno, il bagno a lavoro ha una porta che porta in un disimpegno e nel disimpegno ci sono tre porte, quella di fronte è lo sgabuzzino della donna delle pulizie, a sinistra c’è la porta del bagno delle donne e a destra quello degli uomini esco dal bagno e trovo la porta del bagno dei maschi, di fronte quindi, aperta, dentro c’era la donna delle pulizie che lo stava lavando mi chiama da lei, vado mi si avvicina col viso ad un centimetro, arrotondando per eccesso, dal mio viso e mi dice: guarda, si vede???? ma cosa??? le mie sopracciglia beh sì si vedono fino ieri non le avevo non me ne sono mai accorta devo dirti la verità, ma mo queste dove le hai prese??? sono tatuate!!! …. ti piacciono?? io, guarda, non so che dirti, non me n’ero accorta che erano tatuate, ma del resto non mi ero accorta che non le avevi, quindi forse devi chiedere a qualcun altro ho anche altri tatuaggi è frequente, tanta gente ne ha vuoi vederli dovrei lavorare, quanti ne hai? si spoglia, tutta, si leva la maglia, si abbassa i pantaloni resta, ve lo giuro, in slip e reggiseno ha una scritta (che forse così com’è messa mi piace) sul fianco in verticale che parte all’altezza delle tette e arriva proprio sul bacino, devo dire bel posto due zampe di gatto rosa sulla chiappa sinistra robe sulle braccia robe sulla spalla destra una farfalla vicino l’ombelico le sopracciglia e la riga della matita sulle palpebre
‘Cum for me gorgeous’ michael growled into your ear, he had your wrists pinned above your head, pounding into you roughly, biting your neck and earlobe, his hair sticking to his forehead from the clammy heat. You where, well, totally unaroused and just not in the mood, so much stress with your mum and with exams had your mind somewhere else. You had warned him you wernt in the mood but he gets grumpy when you turn him down.
‘Fuck mikey, im gonna cum’ you lied, gripping onto his shoulders and arching your back, moaning loudly to make it convincing. He contined for a few more thrusts and reached his high.
You lay wrapped in your bedsheets as he cleaned himself up and got himself dressed. ‘Im going home, i’ll call you tomorrow’ he fake smiled and walked out of the door. He was angry at you and he was making sure you knew it.
It had been 22 hours since you last spoke or saw michael and you had text him several times saying you were sorry for whatever it was you had done. But nothing, no reply, no call. Nothing.
You went downstairs to make yourself a drink, placing your phone on the countertop, you took out a glass just as you recieved a message, it was michael…
I need you to come to mine. Now.
Oh, he was still clearly mad. You made you drink and drank it quickly, changed into your clothes from your pajamas and pulled on your shoes.
Michael lived three streets away so it only took you a couple of minutes before you were standing on his doorstep and ringing the bell.
He opened the door wearing his tight black jeans and black top, with a blank look on his face.
‘Hey baby you ok?’ You smiled at him sweetly. ‘Go to my bedroom y/n’ he said sternly, stepping aside for you to come inside the house and up the stairs. Once your eached his room you sat ont he bed, twirling a stand of your hair around your finger in anticipation.
Michaelw alked over to you stopping centimeters from your face, ‘clothes off y/n’ he said steadily, the expression on his face never changing. You burst out laughing, he must be joking, why would he want your clothes off, he was in a modd with you, how could he possibly want you naked if he was so mad?
Michael reached his hand around to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and leaning your head back, exposing your neck, ‘i said take your fucking clothes off, im not joking y/n and i expect you to do what i have asked you’ he growled, taking a bite at your neck and leaving his mark on your skin. He had never spoken to you like that before and it stirred something inside you, you were becoming turned on at him being mad at you, he was rough and angry and you had never wanted him more.
You removed your clothes and underwear and stood next to the bed, waiting for his next demand. ‘On the bed, arms and legs spread’ he spoke agressivley.
You did as you were told, already wet from his dominating voice. You spread yourself out wondering what he was about to do. He walked over to his chest of draws and took out two of his old school ties, running the fabric through his long fingers as he walked towards you on the bed. Taking your wrists one by one he tied them tightly to the bars of his headboard, then running his fingertip down your cheek and along your neck, licking his lips as he watched you react to the tiniest of touches.
‘I want to know why you lied’ he said knitting his eyebrows together. ‘What? I didnt lie michael, what did i lie about?’ You asked him, shocked by his accusations.
‘Oh michael im going to cum’ he mimiked, ‘if i cant make you cum, why fake it?’ He snapped at you. ‘I….im sorry baby, i just, there is so much going on my mind was other places, it wasnt you it was me’ you promised, he rolled his eyes, biting on his bottom lip.
Michael knelt on the bed next to you and leant down towards your ear, ‘i think i need to see you cum properly then, im think several times since you faked it, i know whats real and what is fake, i know you inside and out, and i know how hard i can make you cum’ he smirked.
Sitting back on the bed. His finger traced down your breast and over your nipple, it hardening under his touch, you let out a shaky breath, he could make you fall apart so easily and he knew it. He leant forward taking your nipple in his mouth and flicking his tounge against it roughly, nibbling on it ever so often, you hands fought at the ties around your wrists, you wanted to run your fingers through his haid and tug of it, like you know he loved.
He moved down your body, placing kisses along your stomach which he loved. You had a tummy and he loved it, he loved your curves, he didnt care that you had strechmarks or a wobbly bum, he loved you for everything that you were.
He concentrated on your stomach and hips for a while, tickling his fingers along your skin and teasing them up and down your thighs. You where a mess, you needed him and he was killing you with all the teasing. He stood up removing his top, revealing his milky skin. You licked your lips as you watched him undress. He climbed back on the bed, placing himself between your knees. Grabbing them roughly spreading them apart and exposing your wetness, His eyes darkened as he watched your muscles react to the cold air. He began to run his fingers along the edge of your pussy as you writhed around ont he bed and began to beg him to do anything.
He laughed under his breath, as this finger stroked over your swolen clit and towards your hole, he took two of his fingers and pushed them into you slowly, curling them upwards and stroking your gspot. You thrashed against your restraints and you moaned his name over and over, his eyes fixed on your face watching you fall apart under his touch. He moved his thumb to your clit and began to rub roughly against it, ‘tell me when you are about to cum’ he told you. You nodded your head weakly as you whimpered from the waves of pleasure running through your body, you looked up at michaels face, dark eyes, bottom lip between his teeth just watching you, watching your body, watching what he could do to you.
‘Michael im going to cum, oh my fucking god’ you panted causing him to stop abruptly. ‘This is what you get for faking it’ he smirked. Climbing off the bed and taking out his hard cock. ‘So now you are one edge, you can watch me for a minute and i think you need to beg for me’ he said as he began to stroke himself, his fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, his other hand gripped into a tight fist, grunts escaping from his mouth fromt he pleasure he was giving himself.
You couldnt watch this any longer, you need his cock inside you and the only way to get it was to beg ‘mikey please, i need you, i need your cock’ you pleaded. He cocked his eyebrows at you, wanting for you to continue begging ‘i love when you fuck me, i love how you can make me scream, i love when you mark me and make me yours’ you spluttered. You were a pathetic, horny mess and the wet patch on the bed made this obvious to him.
Letting his hand fall from his body, he ran his fingers through his hair and along the back of his neck, he placed himself between your thighs and teased the tip of his cock against your clit. ‘Tell me you wont ever fake it again, tell me im the only one who can drive you this crazy’ he insisted.
‘You’re the only one michael, please, i wont ever fake it again, you make me cum so hard, please fuck me please’ you begged him. He continued rubbing the tip of his cock againt your core until he pushed in slowly, your wrists tugging at the ties and your back arching fromt he pleasure. He pushed deeply inside you and slid his hands up to your hips, grasping onto them with his rough fingers, holding on as tight as he could. ‘I hope you are ready for this’ he said darkly as he pulled out from your body, slamming himself back into you, you screamed loudly as he continued the assault against your pussy. Your wrists pulling so much that you would be leaving marks on them, along with the brusies you would be getting on your hips and the pounding from his cock, you were going to be sore tomorrow. You moaned his name over and over feeling yourself becoming close to cumming. Michael felt your body reacting underneath him, knowing your telltale signs of when you were about to reach your high, ‘dont cum yet, wait for me’ he told you, speeding up his movements, his grip tight on your hips, his cock hitting the most mind blowing places inside you. He moved himself down towards your body so he was lying ontop of you, attatching his mouth to your neck and biting down as he fucked into you.
‘Please michael, i need to cum’ you screamed, you couldnt hold off any longer. His fingers tangled into your hair as he tugged at the strands with each thrust, he was grunting with every movement he made his release closing in on him. He placed his nose against yours and bit against your bottom lip. ‘Cum for me gorgeous’ he growled, youw asted no time in coming undone, your orgasm hitting you hard, you shook under him has he fucked you a couple more times, before he came, his body pressing against yours heavily as he came down from his release. You both lay for a while panting and waiting for your heartbeats to steady.
He pulled himself from you and removed the ties, ‘dont ever fake it again’ he smirked.
BTW, all of these story posts are tagged “tiny spy assassin steve” so if you want to find the earlier parts or keep an eye on this fic check that tag.
I think also everyone should be aware I have no idea what I’m doing. Just so you don’t get like, expectations about my competence in these things. For instance, nothing really happens below. But nothing happens with a lot of style!