watching this at the mo

anonymous asked:

Is it just me or do you also noticed that yousefs front was 'kinda' conected with sanas back after he jumped and dunked the basketball? 🤔 im starting to see things which aren't there 😵

Dude I have watched the clip in slow mo and everything is a blur and mess and connected so I don’t even know, 

you and I both are starting to see things nonnie ~

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Mo Yuan spent the majority of this drama in a magical coma and yet still manages to be my favourite character. So selfless in his love, quiet and tortured yet happy to see his cherished one reunited with her beloved (and also his little brother).

I love Ye Hua too but there’s something about this shifu I can’t let go of. Maybe it’s how lonely he looks in the end - oh, my poor dear heart. It amazes me how Mark Chao made me adore both characters in different ways.

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In this video, the Slow Mo Guys prove that pouring molten copper in slow motion is every bit as satisfying as one would imagine. Because they pour the metal from fairly high up, they get a nice break-up from a jet into a series of droplets; that’s due to the Plateau-Rayleigh instability, in which surface tension drives the fluid to break up into drops. Upon impact, the copper splashes and splatters very nicely, forming the crown-like splash many are familiar with from famous photos like Doc Edgerton’s milk drop. The key difference between the molten copper and any other liquid’s splash comes from cooling; watch closely and you’ll see some of the copper solidifying along the edges and surface of the fluid as it cools. In this respect, watching the molten copper is more like watching lava flow than seeing water splash. (Video and image credit: The Slow Mo Guys)

Be a Good Boy

Member: JungKook // BTS

Genre: Smut, Romance

Short Summary:  A submissive/masochistic JungKook having a choking kink + there’s mommy kink, as well as orgasm denial (courtesy of @koneko14 ) and I don’t know where that came from ;-0

A/N: I’ll be waiting for my compensation for this ;-) @koneko14

Words: 1.3k

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“Jeon JeongGuk, if you don’t keep your hands to yourself, I swear to God that I will make you immobile.” She growled, warning in her tone as her eyes narrowed in onto the man whom she spoke to.

To her further aggravation, he was smirking with satisfaction of her annoyance, and she cursed quietly as his hips puckered up with his hands suddenly gripping her waist and pushing her down.

Since she was supposed to be the one leading that day, she was not going to put with his assertions in no shape or form and so she stopped herself from riding his dick, pushing his broad self into the bed and getting off, walking around the bed and leaning over to reach the black box under. “Are you serious?” JungKook’s voice stammered for a second, before a nervous chuckle escaped his lips.

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rose027  asked:

I hope i'm not asking for much, but... Could you write something sweet and lovely? Just something wear He Tian and Mo Guan Shan are a more-or-less happy couple. Like snuggles and kisses and stuff. Or smut and bondage. Whichever one you like. Thank you so much!

[This is just…so NSFW.  I hope this is sweet enough. I had this cheesy fluffy idea in my head when I started this but… I like this more. ]

[ ALSO, please never worry about that, ask me for anything! ]

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Guan Shan ran the fingers of one shaking hand though He Tian’s hair.

He Tian shivered at the touch, pulling the redhead closer, tilting his face up for a kiss.

Mo Guan Shan leaned in.

There was still some reluctance there.

He jumped when He Tian touched him.

Tensed up when he moved too quickly.

Jerked away violently when He Tian accidentally brushed his cock with the back of his fingers.

It took He Tian a few confused minutes to pin it down and felt like a dick when he managed it.

Mo Guan Shan thought he was going to hurt him. 

That wouldn’t do.

If He Tian knew anything about himself, it’s that he’s an excellent lover. 

And that’s not him being conceited, thank you very much, it was the overwhelming feedback. 

Every person that got intimate with him had to admit that his persistent, selfless,  intense, lovemaking had been a remarkable experience. 

Even people he barely knew and couldn't have cared less about left the experience with at least one orgasm.

That being said, his feelings towards Mo Guan Shan easily eclipsed anything he’d felt for another person. 

He was not going to have this experience tainted with that nonsense.

Would he hurt him? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Was he going to? Not until he begged for it.

He’d crawl through broken glass to see that man smile.

He’d lose a fucking finger to make him come.

He Tian gently ran his hands up Mo Guan Shan’s thighs, stopping just short of his briefs, waiting for him to spread his legs in invitation before pulling back.

He softly traced the delicate bones of his ribcage, stopping centimeters from his nipples as they grew hard against his flushed chest.

He cupped his face in one hand, kissing him gently as he ran his fingers down his spine agonizingly slowly, giving one ass cheek a light squeeze, daring to inch his fingers inwards until Mo Guan Shan pushed back, searching.

He Tian pulled back, stilling his fingers until Mo Guan Shan met his gaze.

His face was beautifully red.

His eyes dilated.

His breath came in gasps.

‘I’m not going to hurt you.’  he promised.

Mo Guan Shan smiled, offering no response but relaxing in his arms.

He Tian touched him everywhere but where he really wanted to, drawing it out, patient.

‘He Tian, please.’  The man groaned after several minutes of torture.

‘Please what?’ He whispered.

‘T-touch me.’

‘Touch you where?’

‘M-my ass…’

He Tian smiled, placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder to hide it as he reached around to gently press one cold fingertip to his hole. 

Mo Guan Shan shuddered violently, pushing his hips back. 

‘Fuck…please.’ 

He Tian leaned over, fumbling for the lube he kept under his pillow and pulling his arm back to slick his fingers. 

He pressed softly against his entrance.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked softly, giving him one last chance to back out. 

‘Yes, god yes, please…’  he begged.

He pushed in slowly, breathing deeply and prompting Mo Guan Shan to do the same.

His instincts told him to hold Mo Guan Shan still and find his prostate, wanting so badly to watch him fall apart.

But it was becoming very clear that this was the other man’s first time, so he stopped himself, opting to move his finger in and out at a snail’s pace.

‘Ready for another?’ he asked when it became abundantly clear that he was.

Mo Guan Shan nodded vigorously.  

He Tian pulled out, gently adding a second finger next to the first.

Mo Guan Shan tangled his fingers in He Tian’s hair.

It was obvious that he wanted to do more, but he hesitated.

He Tian ran his tongue over Mo Guan Shan’s lower lip before sucking it into his mouth and giving him a small nip.

Mo Guan Shan gave his hair a sharp tug, pushing back on his fingers.

‘More.’ He pleaded.

He Tian knew what he meant.

He wanted another finger.

Wanted He Tian to fill him up.

Instead, he dropped his hand to the man’s chest, running his thumb over the hardened bud, pushing up against the man in his lap as he moved the fingers of his other hand in and out slowly.

Emboldened by his reaction, He Tian leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the other nipple, sucking it into his mouth and holding it between his teeth as he teased the tip with his tongue.

The moan he drew from Mo Guan Shan’s lips just about did him in.

‘He Tian, oh…’

Knowing he didn’t need permission his time, he removed his fingers and added a third.

Mo Guan Shan groaned, pressing his hips forward, torn between seeking friction and fucking himself on He Tian’s fingers.

‘Fuck…’ he breathed, echoing He Tian’s thoughts.

He Tian was nearly at the end of his rope, unaccustomed to moving so slowly, but knowing he’d do this for hours if that’s what Mo Guan Shan wanted. 

‘He Tian, I-I’m ready, p-please…’

He Tian knew what he wanted. 

He didn’t need to hear it.

But, god damn, he wanted to.

‘Ready for what, sweetheart?’

‘I want you t-to fuck me. I w-want you inside me.’ 

Fucking hell.

He Tian gently repositioned them, getting Mo Guan Shan on his back.

None of his many fantasies had shown him how devastatingly gorgeous the redhead would look like this.

His deepest, sickest, filthiest, thoughts hadn’t prepared him for this.

Mo Guan Shan reached between them, lining He Tian’s cock up against his twitching hole.

‘Fuck me.’ the redhead growled.

He’d wanted to go slowly.

He didn’t want to hurt him, knowing that had been his fear, but Mo Guan Shan wasn’t having it.

Using both hands, Mo Guan Shan gripped his hips, tilting himself up, and pulling him inside him in one smooth stroke.

He Tian saw stars, dropping his head to Mo Guan Shans shoulder, snaking his tongue out to taste his sweat, his desire.

Struggling not to finish, He Tian began to move, watching Mo Guan Shan’s face and reaching between them to grasp his cock, running his finger through the pre-come that gathered on the tip as he finally searched for his sweet spot.

Mo Guan Shan’s eyes flew open as he found it.

‘He Tian…’

‘Yeah.’ He encouraged softly.

‘I’m…’

‘Uh huh.’

Oh, god, He Tian!’

‘Let go, baby.’ he urged, fighting his own orgasm, moving faster.

‘Oh, I’m…’ 

‘It’s alright, gorgeous.’ He whispered, burying his face in Mo Guan Shan’s shoulder, placing soft kisses up and down his throat.

‘I…’

‘Uh huh.’

‘C-coming…’

‘I’ve got you, sweetheart.’ 

He Tian anchored Mo Guan Shan with a hand on a sharp hipbone, fucking him brutally, sweetly.

‘Oh…oh…OH!’ 

He came with a cry, throwing his head back.

He Tian nipped at the soft skin of his exposed throat, following him seconds later.

‘Oh, Mo Guan Shan, I love you.’ He breathed into his shoulder, only realizing he’d said it out loud when Mo Guan Shan froze beneath him.

Only realizing he’d been crying when Mo Guan Shan wiped his tears away.

Four years later-

No matter where he saw Mo Guan Shan.

Above him.

Under him. 

In front of him.

Behind him.

Handcuffed to the bed.

those were the words on his lips every time he came.

‘Mo Guan Shan, I love you.’

  • Clark Kent in Man of Steel: *holds back from using his powers against human bullies because he knows he could hurt them very badly*
  • Clark Kent in Man of Steel: *wanders the world trying to keep a low profile and helping people whenever he can*
  • Clark Kent in Man of Steel: *practically glows when Lois Lane smiles at him*
  • Clark Kent in Dawn of Justice: *buys his girlfriend flowers and cooks for her*
  • Clark Kent in Dawn of Justice: *does his best to continue helping people in spite of his detractors*
  • Clark Kent in Dawn of Justice: *struggles with crippling feelings of guilt and self-doubt*
  • Clark Kent in Dawn of Justice: *sacrifices himself to save a world which has rejected him*
  • Critics: DC's nascent cinematic universe has so far depicted Superman as an angry god; a violent, alien entity that needs to be kept in check.
Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 2

Well, since your response was so overwhelming, here’s part 2! Many many thanks to @diversemediums for helping me think things through! She and I are both excited to see what happens next. I can’t remember the last time when I had absolutely no idea what was coming on next in a story. Thanks for enjoying part one so much!

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Claire didn’t go home with Geillis that night, unsure about what had happened with that strange psychic man.

“Claire please! You have to tell me everything!”

“There’s nothing to tell! He read my tea leaves, read a little from my palms and told me to come back.”

“Then why won’t you come home? Afraid I’ll pester you until you crack?”

Smiling, Claire rolled her eyes.

“Well you’re likely to do that anyway. But no. I’ve got a date with Frank tonight.”

“Oh,” Geillis said flatly. “You’ll be spending the night with him, then?”

“Yes. Unlike you, I prefer my love making to be private.”

Geillis gave her a coy smile.

“I can’t help it if I’m a passionate lover.”

“My only wish is that your ‘passion’ would be a little more quiet. I’m just going to change and then meet up with him for lunch between his classes.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll get the details out of you later.”

As they headed back toward their apartment, Claire realized she hadn’t gotten the number for the place or made an official appointment to return. No matter. She’d just come back when she had time.

Her lunch with Frank was normal, same as always. He talked about his classes, his problem students, how many he thought would pass his exams. She told him about the film she and Geillis had watched the night before. For some odd reason, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him about her strange experience with the mysterious Jamie Fraser.

She made dinner for them both in his apartment, ready and on the table when he arrived. They ate and made plans to go see a new museum exhibit the next week. A life with him would be comfortable, uneventful, and she would want for nothing. He would provide a good home and be a good father.

The palm of her hand tingled where Jamie had touched her and she thought about his words.

As if you’ve a big choice to make. Neither will lead to destruction, but one is clearly the better of the other.

Looking up from her own hand, she saw Frank waiting for an answer.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Are you ready for bed?”

“Oh, yes. I’m sorry, I completely zoned out for a moment.”

She followed him back to his bedroom where they made love the same way they always did. It wasn’t bad, but neither was it as amazing as Geillis always made it sound.

When she finally drifted asleep, she had the strangest dreams. The air around her smelled different, everything seemed younger, fresher.

She was walking, barefoot, through the wet grass. It was raining, but that wasn’t surprising for her. She was searching for something. No, for someone. He promised he’d meet her here, that he wouldn’t make her wait a moment longer.

“Christ, ye look like a wee Faerie, running about through the grass like that. Come here to me, Sassenach.”

“You’re late,” she said, turning to the familiar voice.

Turning around, she searched for his eyes, but her gaze couldn’t move from his lips.

“I was here on time, as I promised. But I didna want to interrupt ye.”

“Please, it’s been long enough!”

Large hands moved over her body in a way that only a lover would do. She felt him untie the laces at the back of her gown.

“It’s been two whole days, a nighean. Surely ye canna be that desperate.”

Her fingers found the sturdy folds of his kilt and began to tug them up. Finally, her gown loostened and she wriggled out of it, standing before him in only her thin shift.

“Closer to three, and yes I can. You’ve rather a voracious appetite, my lad, and I’ve gotten used to it.”

“It’s that good then, is it?”

“You know it is, you Scottish bastard.”

He had several days of stubble on his chin as he bent and kissed her. But oh! How she’d missed this mouth! Rough hands ran over her back and down to her buttocks, where he squeezed and let out a sigh.

“Roundest arse I’ve ever had the pleasure to see. And fondle.”

“I’m really not concerned with the fondling of my arse at the moment, good sir.”

“Fair point, my lady.”

While he worked on the ties of his shirt, she pulled his belt free and shook his kilt out on the ground. While this wouldn’t be the first time they’d made love out of doors, she wasn’t fond of the debris that got stuck on her everywhere.

God the smell of him, the feel of his toned body beneath her hands, the taste of his tongue probing inside her mouth. It was all too much. She shrugged out of her shift and lay down on his kilt, watching as he admired her naked body.

“Have I told ye lately, mo chridhe,” he whispered, speckling her skin with kisses as he made his way up to her lips. “How much I love ye?”

“Not in the last hour, no.”

“I love you,” he kissed beneath her left breast. “I love you.” A kiss beneath her right. “I love you.” A kiss right between them.

Taking fistfuls of his bright red hair in both her hands, she pulled his mouth up to her own.

“Come show me how much, my beloved husband.”

Then two blue eyes locked with her own. Eyes she’d seen before. The color seemed to be shifting through every shade of blue in existence.

“MINE,” growled his voice, thick with lust. “You are mine alone! Mine forever! I’ll no’ give ye up to another! No’ now, no’ ever!”

“Yes!” she screamed back at him, digging her fingers into whatever flesh she could find.

Her body was trembling beneath him, though not from cold. Both of her legs struggled to lock around him, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. God she didn’t want this to ever end.

“Look at me, Claire!”

Forcing her eyes open, she met his gaze.

“Promise me. Promise me that we’ll always find each other. In this life and the next.”

“I swear it. I’m yours, forever and always Jamie. I love you.”

Claire shot up in bed, panting and sweating. Her body shook in a way it had never done before. Her breasts ached and there was a heavy dampness between her legs that hadn’t been there before.

Trying not to wake Frank, she got up and went to splash water on her face. Staring at herself in the mirror, she ran hands through her hair.

“What the hell was that, Beauchamp?”

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Jamie tossed and turned, restless. In all his reading through his journals, he’d gleaned no further information on Miss Beauchamp.

Then all at once, he knew he’d fallen asleep. This wasn’t a normal dream, but the first vision he’d had in years.

He watched her wander through the field, stalking her as a wolf did a rabbit. But he would have her in his arms soon enough.

And then he had her, in his arms, smelling like the wet earth and that heady scent of her arousal. He couldn’t undress her fast enough, couldn’t feel her bare skin soon enough. Nearly three days, sleeping alone. Far, far too long.

Then he was above her, staring down into those inhumanly golden eyes, her breasts rubbing slightly against his chest as she panted.

“I love you,” he whispered against the skin of her chest.

“Come show me how much, beloved husband.”

Husband. They’d been married a month ago in secret. No one knew they had. He’d given her a silver ring and the key to his estate, along with his heart and virginity. But she kept them hidden.

He’d felt the ring sewen into one of her pockets, always with her. He had no idea what she’d done with the key. It didn’t matter. They belonged to each other and no one else. Soon enough, he’d get her with child and no one could separate them.

White hot pain pricked over his body where she clawed and drew blood.

“MINE,” he growled into her ear, resisting the urge to bite ite. “You are mine alone! Mine forever! I’ll no’ give ye up to another! No’ now, no’ ever!”

“Yes!”

Hearing her say that, while her hips lifted to meet his, gave him a primal pleasure he didn’t understand. Her body jerked as he felt himself prepare for release. His howl started low and guttural, growing in volume until-

Throwing the sheets off, he swung his legs over one side of his bed and put his hands on his knees. It took him several minutes to catch his breath and keep his hands from shaking. Christ he’d forgotten how intensely real these visions could be.

Visions of things he’d never experienced were the worst. Having never lain with a woman, he could only assume it would feel like that.

“Holy God,” he muttered to himself, running a hand over his head. “What just happened, Fraser? Get yourself together, man.”

Missing his longer hair, he took another breath and reached for the empty dream journal he kept beside his bed. For now he would jot down the notes and quick sketches quickly. Later, after he’d had time to study the vision, he’d write it down properly in the big book, sketch things out and take his time about it.

Wondering when he would see Miss Beauchamp again, he decided to take a shower and not dwell on his vision; or how he could still taste her in his mouth, or feel her breasts beneath his hands. Christ he could still feel her nipples between his teeth, feel her trembling, smell the intensity of her want for him. Perhaps it would be a cold shower.


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Nobody ever says “I’m sorry” in this comic.

In this case actions speak louder than words. That’s just how He Tian rolls.

He Tian beating the crap out of She Li is apologizing.

He Tian wanting to spend time alone with Mo Guan Shan before being interrupted by Jian Yi is apologizing.

He Tian welcoming Guan Shan in his home is apologizing.

He Tian saying that the kiss was meaningful/memorable/important is apologizing.

He Tian worried that Guan Shan might catch a cold so he wraps his own jacket around Guan Shan is apologizing.

He Tian watching over Guan Shan and keeping him close is apologizing.

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (2) - Jughead!Imagine

[A/N: This part is a little shorter than the last but it felt like the right place to end this chapter! As always any mistakes are my own and it is appreciated if you point these out to me! Hope you enjoy and stay tuned!]

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part V)

Part V – “But we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers”

Twenty-six

I stood there, transfixed by the overwhelming feeling of her in my arms, unbelievingly real against the paleness of my tired memories. I didn’t know what had happened to her – clearly something had happened – but was only glad I had found her, right in the moment when my arms seemed to be so needed to hold her.

“Will ye tell me?” I murmured against her hair – fragrant like a freshly squeezed lemon, like a garden after pouring rain -, my hands rubbing her back in soothing circles. “What happened?”

“I will.” She tilted her chin, allowing our eyes to meet – hers were dry but glassy, as if her body was wrecked with fever. “I want to tell you.”

“Good.” I attempted a calming smile, but felt the muscles of my face stiff from concern. “Do ye want to sit down?”

“We can’t talk here.” Claire told me, finally stepping back, away from the comfort of my body – I felt the loss of her warmth as acutely as I would miss a limb. Phantom pain, permanent and excruciating, constructed by the mind to deal with unbearable loss. “This is Geillis place – she is a close friend – and she’ll be arriving shortly from work. I thought she had forgotten her keys when you knocked.”

“Ye can come to my house.” I offered, almost biting my tongue in eagerness. The image of Claire in my home - the tips of her fingers brushing the book spines in the shelf, her lips drinking from one of my glasses - a kiss shared through the marks we’d both leave there – made my heart swell to the point of bursting. “I mean, we can have a conversation there without being disturbed or interrupted.” I babbled, struggling to explain myself over a bout of flushing cheeks.

“Alright.” She nodded in agreement – trusting me implicitly. Naturally. “Let me just feed Adso and grab my coat.” The feline meowed in agreement and rubbed against Claire’s legs, sleek and charming, as if he had been waiting to be acknowledged.

We made our way through the pleasant streets of Edinburgh, headed towards my house, located just a few blocks away. We traded some words, but were mostly immersed in our thoughts – preparing what we would say and do, when we finally could expose ourselves in a safe haven. As we walked, we didn’t touch – not even our arms bumped into each other, in that casual way of shared movement. We were both consciously avoiding to touch, keeping a safe distance, even if acutely aware of each other.

“It isna a big house.” I apologized in a jumbled way as we entered my apartment, collecting unmatched socks and forgotten papers along the way.

“I love it!” Claire smiled in a reassuring way, admiring the big flat screen and black speakers. Her butterscotch eyes covered my pictures and books, the quilt thrown over the back of the sofa, the magazines and pamphlets I had sorted inside a little basket next to the bookcase. “I can tell you live here – it’s warm and alive. It’s a real home.”

I grinned in content – almost purring in satisfaction -, as she took off her coat. She wandered around, touching objects with a respectful hand and clicking her tongue in appreciation of my book collection. Eventually she talked again, her back turned to me.

“Where is your bedroom?” She asked in a rough voice, unhinged – and then, predicting my puzzlement, she added in a low and hesitant tone, as if talking to herself. “I haven’t been sleeping much – I didn’t want to close my eyes and let my mind roam freely. I can barely stand on my feet, to be honest. Besides,” Claire turned and glanced at me, fumbling again with her sleeves. “I think it would be easier to talk if we touched.”

“Aye.” I breathed deeply, walking towards my room. “Whatever ye need.”

I watched as she laid down on my bed, above the plaid that meant home to me – taking off her boots and socks in the process. Her movements were slow and calculated, as if she wished to cause minimal impact with her presence, so that I would carry on with my life after her departure. Claire rolled to her side, curled like an unborn child, safe and peaceful in the womb.

I came around the bed and managed to lay down – silent and precise as a thief in the night -, leaving an empty space between us, as I faced her. She seemed tired beyond her years and utterly broken.

Without a word she slid her hand to the middle of the bed, where I could reach out and touch it – I did so, softly playing with her fingers until she relaxed and our hands were entwined.

“Why are ye here?” I asked, my voice husky. Her face was a duality of shadows and bursts of light, coming from the window to dance on her features. “In Scotland?”

“I had to come.” Claire adjusted her face on the pillow, caressing the nail of my thumb with her fingers, her golden wedding ring cold like a fetch between us. “I couldn’t be in Boston right now – I needed time to think. This is the one place that has been home to me.”

“Are ye still married?” I risked, watching in anguish as she winced in pain. She sighed – but the movements of my hand in hers seemed to calm her enough to go on.

“Separated.” She licked her quivering bottom lip, avoiding my eyes. “It turns out Frank wasn’t the man I thought he was.  He wanted to own me.” Claire pursed her lips in anger. “And when he couldn’t own me, I wasn’t enough. Everyday became a war between us. A long and tiresome war.”

I gulped, taking in the shrapnel of her destruction. With a swift movement of my spare hand, I rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, revealing bruises the colour of mustard and moss, screaming against her marble white skin – marks of resentful fingers, forceful enough to break vessels and spirits. A lonely tear streamed down her cheek.

“He hurt ye!” I hissed furiously between clenched teeth, fighting the urge to maim the husband who had so recklessly broke the vow to protect her – to love her. She needed my restraint and I could offer it to her – not another display of bad temper by a man she had trusted. I hesitantly touched the bruises, wishing to erase them with kisses, to heal them with the adoration I would bestow upon her.

“I hurt him back.” Claire assured me, a look of shame crossing her face – as if I could pay witness to the degradations inflicted by both during their marriage. “He didn’t want me to leave. Frank said he still loves me.”

“Does he?” I asked with gentleness, battling the urge to ask her if she still loved him.

“I don’t know.” The tear track on her face glistened like a dry river, leaving thirst in its wake. “His love didn’t hurt like this, before.”

I wanted to ask her details on her failed marriage – her unhappiness was patent and unbearable – but restrained myself. She must have spent hours replaying the film of her derailed life, echoing words meant to harm – there was no cure to be found in saying them once more. I wished only to placate her pain – to take it all into myself, if I could. I longed to be the bringer of her smiles and not of her tears.

“I called ye.” I suddenly revealed, half embarrassed. “I waited too long – ye were gone by then. Maybe if I did…things would have been different.”

“Perhaps.” Claire agreed, haltingly. “But you were right – I shouldn’t have settled for less.”

I risked to brush her hair – silky and curly, so elementally Claire that took my breath away – and she closed her eyes in enjoyment of the intimate touch.

“What will ye do?” I asked, so afraid of the answer I could die. I wished for nothing more than to have her in my bed, lying so close to me as I memorized her, for the rest of my days. And yet I knew I had no guarantee of intimacy, of another conversation, of another touch – I savoured them all as a gift, for they were precious and not promised.

“I have to go back to Boston.” Claire explained, gripping my hand with strength. “I have a life there – a nursing job, medical school, friends and - .” She stopped, her eyes wide open.

Frank.” I swallowed hard, fighting against myself to offer her an encouraging smile. “Ye are still married to him.”

“Yes.” She closed her eyes, almost sobbing. I brought her hand closer to my mouth and kissed her knuckles.

“I won’t tell ye what to do – that is for ye to decide, mo nighean donn. But I need ye to know something, Claire.” I touched her chin with tenderness, urging her to open her eyes. “Ye alone hold all my heart – even before I knew yer name, ye meant light to me. I’ll wait for ye my whole live – and gladly so, even if it means that I’ll watch ye from afar, happy and fulfilled with another man, worthy of ye.”

“Jamie, I – “ Claire started, but I kissed her hand again and brought her against my chest, where my heart kept pounding, speaking enough to silence her.

“I’d rather ye dinna make promises ye may not wish to keep afterwards, when yer heart is less sore. When – if - ye mean them, I’ll be here.” I pleaded, staring into her eyes – she held my gaze for a while and nodded back. “Rest now, mo nighean donn. Let me watch over ye as ye sleep. Let me see ye safe.”

“I’m always safe with you.” She whispered.

I cherished her and held her hand until she fell asleep – finding new reasons to love her while she dreamt. She felt safe and protected with me – and, for that moment, it was enough.

Even when night came and we were left in complete darkness, I listened to her breathing, absorbing the symphony of the lover I craved. Once in a while I closed my eyes, making sure I could remember her perfectly – opening them again to correct a small detail, to drink another drop of her, afraid I would forget. Tormented I wouldn’t.

In the wee hours of night, I fought against sleep. I felt raw and tender, heart and body aching, calling me irresistibly to slumber.

I must have surrendered at some point. I had the vague recollection of a chaste kiss against my lips – timid, yet burning.

In the morning, she was gone.

Day 3: Hunger

Day 3: Hunger
Hello reader! It’s 3:03A.M so…Anyway here is my day 3 one shot.

*A long time after all canon events. Aged up, late high school years. Some “activity”. I wrote the full thing then thought ‘that’ part was shitty so I cut it out…*
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He Tian had become infatuated. Completely, utterly infatuated. He had tried nodding it off as fondness in middle school. An admiration. A simple, playful game of cat and mouse you could say. It was never meant to drag him this far away from the sidelines. Never supposed to keep him up this late. Never meant to keep him under cold water for that long.

He couldn’t even figure when he had let himself be carried away. When he had developed difficulties pulling his eyes away from the small by subtle hip sway made when he walked. Or the shallow dips of his collar bone. The thinness of his wrists. His entirety practically screamed at his eyes, just begging for attention. Attention he was willing it give as long as it was silent. He had made the choice years ago to praise the body without touching. Or at least meaningfully touching. He was a flirt after all and Mo was such an easy tease. Somethings had to stay.

First year he had started to ponder the meaning of the heat he was left with after Guan Shan had touched his shoulder. Second year he skimmed over the several names for the same subject. Mulling over the slight differences between all of the names he still couldn’t pinpoint. Now was his third years. He had found the word defining his doubled sided bliss. Infatuation. He was infatuated with him. It was the only explanation.

It had to be that, otherwise He Tian wouldn’t have noticed all the little things in his behavior, his appearance, his speech. Normally, if it would’ve been an admirer he would have shrugged it off. He would’ve paid no mind, leaving the other to, he admitted cruelly, realize the lack of interest on their own. He would have never acknowledged every small quirk. Never study their behavior as intently. He Tian was an observer naturally but he was rarely this involved in a topic.

He’d never even take the time to list all the pleasing aspects of an individual. But, Guan Shan had been the one to change that, unknowingly. He Tian had the list memorized so well it was as if he had it plastered to his wall, pledging to it everyday.

One of those many reason was the fact that he had perfect skin. He Tian couldn’t call it anything other than that. It had no little marks anywhere. It was smooth and had a milky creme color to it. It was curved delicately to its owners bones.

How he craved to touch that skin. To taste it. To bruise it. He desired to feel it burn up underneath his finger tips. To see it flush red. He wished to see it form sweat droplets.

If only he could truly study the skin’s texture. Memorize every dip of the hip bone. Every bump of the spine. Ever corner of the jaw.

If he could he feel that skin against his. Have it rub desperately against him.

If only he could have Mo Guan Shan.


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It was Friday. Lunch had been let out and all the students and teachers had left the class to enjoy their meals and socialize. Everyone has flunk the classrooms, opting to enjoy the sunny weather. All except the two of them, of course. He Tian and Mo had made an agreement a year ago to eat together during lunch, alternating between each of their classrooms. Today they were in He Tian’s classroom.

He Tian had stayed seated, packing up his supplies in the meantime. Mo had gotten rather comfortable with him over the years. This had its benefits and downsides. He was more mellowed out around him. He wasn’t as quick to jump down his throat after being teased. He was still mouthy every now and then. Still He Tian’s Sass and Ass department, or soon to be ass…in the future hopefully.

Also, surprisingly, he had also started to join the flirting. Mo’s flirting was always secondary and gentle. More playful. And as cute as it was, it was just another thing ripping up He Tian’s mind.

“Yo.” He Tian glanced up from his book bag. In the doorway was a familiar ginger, two sandwichs in his hands.

“Catch,” He quipped chucking the sandwich towards He Tian. The latter received and glanced back at the other. Mo walked the rest of the distance as He Tian scooted his chair back some. Mo slide in the small space between the desk and He Tian. Backing up a step, sitting atop the desk. He Tian gave a small grin before opening the wrap around the sandwich. “So, how has your day been, Darling?” He purred glancing up at the other.

Mo glared dully down at him before unwrapping his own sandwich, taking a bite. “My fucking legs are killing me.”

“Oh?” He Tian took a bite himself. “Why’s that?”

“First off, I had insomnia last night and then they expected me to do all these laps within 10 minutes.”

“Poor baby,” He Tian drawled sarcastically. Taking another bite.

Rolling his eyes, Mo continued, “I am. I should have just asked to go sleep in the nurses office.”

“Or you should have just stayed home and slept.”

“You know very well of the promise  I made to my mother.” Mo replied sternly nibbling at his sandwich.

“Indeed, but still, if it was so bad you could of acted sick.”

“And do that to her, I don’t think so."  "Plus, I’m exaggerating a little. My legs do hurt though.”

“Would you like a massage my dear?”

“Yeah-no, I’m going to have to pass fucktard.”

Mo nudges He Tian’s leg, so he can slide off the desk. He Tian finished his own sandwich just as Mo was about to sit back up in the desk. “Take mine too?” He Tian asked sweetly.

Rolling his eyes, again, Mo took the plastic wrap. “You lazy fucker.” He says half-heartedly.

“I’m your lazy fucker though.” He Tian teases as he watches Mo throw the trash in the bin.

“Hardly, dickhead.” Mo replies dully. Once in arm range He Tian grips one of Mo’s thighs. Pulling him into his lap and fastening him there with a grip to his hips. “Don’t be that way,” He Tian purrs making a small blush creep onto Mo’s face. “C'mon, stop that.”

“What, you against straddling~”

“No the bell rings in 5. Lemme up,”
He Tian can’t but think, 'smart-ass.’

He Tian loosens his grip, not letting Mo go. “Goodbye kiss?” He asks puckering slightly.

Mo rolls his eyes, for the third time. Blushing a shade darker he places a finger to He Tian’s lips. “Nope, just a goodbye.” Mo mewls back.

Alright. You win this round. He Tian thinks feeling a fond smirk cross his lips. He releases his grip on Mo’s hips. Guan Shan hopping up shortly afterwards. Heading towards the doorway.

Stopping in front of the trim around the door he asked, “I’m coming to you’re place to make dinner, correct?”

He Tian crosses his arm over his chest and nods. Mo nods also before giving a sassy, “Alrighty, bye fucker,”

He Tian can’t help but smile to himself. “Later, Red.” And then he pops out of the classroom. Leaving He Tian smiling fondly towards the doorway. Utterly, helplessly gone. He truly had him wrapped around his pinkie. God forbid he realized it one of these days.


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“He Tian,”

“Yeah?”

“Food.” Aw yes, one of the best thins to hear in life. Or so He Tian had decided. He entered his kitchen seeing the usual. A meal along the stove, plates, silverware, and a ginger. Moving towards the stove He Tian began to make his own plate. Glancing to his side he saw Mo yawn, stretching his arms over his head.

Mo began to leave the kitchen before He Tian caught his attention. “Where you going?” He asked grabbing a cup from one of the over head cabinets.

“I’m going to go lay on your couch. My legs hurt remember.”

He did remember actually. “Just go lay on the bed. The cushion will be better for your muscles.”

“Alright but if you make me wash the sheets when I wake up for some reason like; I drooled, or You got your germs on my sheets, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Go sleep.” He Tian replied giving a shooing motion. In response he received a grunt. Then he was left to eat in silence.

He finished a good minute after, placing his dish in the sink for later. He returned to the main room. Glancing to his left he saw Mo laying along his stomach on the bed. He Tian walks towards the bed, crouching near Mo’s face. He’s out. That was quick.

He Tian shakes his head before standing upright. His eyes trace out the outline of Mo on his bed absent minded. Coming to rest at the sliver of skin showing on his lower back.

He Tian stared at the light colored patch of skin. It looked awfully soft. He was oddly curious. 'Fuck…’

He Tian looked away contemplating whether or not to act. Logically, it was risky and impulsive. He had worked hard to keep this friendship stable. Tip-toeing around boundaries. But lustfully…When would he ever get a chance again. Actually never. He’d never get another chance to touch the pureness of Guan Shan. He admitted it was a pervy move but…

Easing into the bed softly, He Tian placed his knees on each side of Mo’s thighs. Lowering himself slightly He Tian let his hands glide over the exposed skin. It was soft as he had expected. He Tian thumbed around the dip of the hip. Drawing circles around the indention.

Gently, he raises the t-shirt further up Guan Shan’s back. He Tian lowers himself further, kissing the small of Guan Shan’s back. Trailing up along the spine, He Tian placed delicate kisses.

“He Tian,"  Mo croaks quietly.

"Yes,” 'He’s awake?’

Shifting Mo glances behind him. “What you doing…” 'Half awake at least.’

“Guan Shan.” 'Might as well wake the rest of him up’, He Tian declares to himself. He Tian rolls Mo over onto his back gently. Blinking slowly, he awakes. Mo stares up at He Tian realizing the situation. Slowly He Tian can see a blush arising.

“Guan Shan,”

“Y-yes?” Mo flops out quickly, eyes wide.

“Are you opposed to me continuing?” He Tian stared down at Mo seriously. Mo tilts his head away face now showing a clearer blush. “Uh, I mean…”

He Tian leaned in towards Mo’s face. “You mean..”

Mo Guan Shan stared at He Tian. He speaks in a chopped, flustered tone. “I am…not opposed..”

He Tian breaks the stare, giving a small smirk. “I’m glad.” He Tian leans in further. Carefully placing He lips against Mo’s. He presses softly. Seconds later he heard a hum from Mo and feels the other move his lips against He Tian’s. He pulls back smiling, as he looks at Guan Shan’s expression.

“You’re not just going to leave with with that are you?” Mo asks raising a brow.

Alright fucker. He Tian leans in quicker this time. He presses his lips against Mo’s more fiercely. Mo returns with a small fierceness, awkwardly. He Tian slides his hands under Mo’s shirt. Tracing the lines along his stomach.

Mo hums as He Tian runs his hands gently along his sides. Thumbing around his hip bone.

He Tian pulls his lips back a few centimeters allowing Mo to inhale again before clasping over his mouth again. This time He Tian slides his tongue into Guan Shea’s mouth, making the other gasp in surprise. He Tian watched Mo’s face light fire.

He let his tongue search the other’s mouth. Glossing over Mo’s teeth He Tian tastes the other’s tongue. He tastes like peppermint oddly enough. Pulling away fir a gasp of air, He Tian breathes against Mo’s lips. “You have gum?”

Mo panted lowly as he rose a confused brow. “I had…a Peppermint,” He Tian nodded. Moving his hand from under the t-shirt He Tian tugged at the hems. Pulling it off of Mo, He Tian removed his own shirt.

Gliding his fingers across the sensitive skin He Tian lowered himself. Kissing at the end of the ribs he trailed upwards. His eyes flicked up to Guan Shan’s as he headed up his collarbone. “He Tian…”

He Tian stopped at his neck. “Yes?” He breathed. He watched Guan Shan swallow unsurely before being told to continue. He Tian gave a small kiss to Mo Guan Shan’s neck. He then begins to suck on the spot, causing Mo to squirm underneath him. “H..he Tian..” Mo croaks. He Tian detached and views his first mark on the other. It was a simple dark red.

Feeling pleased with himself He Tian goes in for a second time. Mo tilted his head allowing easier access. He Tian sucked the skin with a little more force. Leaving a large blotch than the first. He Tian quicken his pace. He began to leave a minefield of hickeys. All ranged from small and red to large and purple. He Tian could feel Mo trembling underneath him.

“Guan Shan, you going to even make it to the actual round?” He Tian teased. Mo glared at him before closing his eyes.

“You,” Mo huffed. “Better put a condom on you fucker,”

Smirking down He Tian mewled back, “Of course my love.”


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“He Tian, I’m going to hurt like a bitch tomorrow, you fuck!” Mo wailed moving slowly onto his side to face the accused.

“Most definitely.” He Tian confirmed making Mo pull an annoyed expression. He Tian chucked to himself.

“But that’s tomorrow.” He Tian slung an arm around the other’s waist. He pulled Mo close to his chest as the other blushes. Not refusing the embrace though. “For now just sleep.” Using his other free hand to switch the lamp off.

Sighing into He Tian’s chest Mo inched closer into He Tian’s chest. His forehead resting against He Tian’s collarbone. He Tian placed his chin atop Mo’s head.

“About time, huh?” Mo spoke quietly.

“Hm?” He Tian grunted.

Mo chuckled quietly before replying. “You think I couldn’t feel your stare digging into my ass 24/7?”

He Tian pulled his chin from Mo’s head. Leaning back slightly He Tian tried to see some of Mo’s dimly light features. “You think you’re cute, you little shit.”

“No,” Mo mused softly. “But you do,”

He Tian smirked, “Oh? When did I say that?”

“Good night, He Tian.” Mo said shuffling into He Tian’s chest again.

'You think you’re slick.’ He Tian thought shaking his head. Sighing contently He Tian quietly replied. “Yeah, good night, carrot-top.”