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🥣 time and time again (Tales of Berseria, Rokurou Rangetsu/Shigure Rangetsu | Ichirou Rangetsu, 300 words)
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🥣 A Few Of His Favourite Things (Tekken (Video Games), Hwoarang/Kazama Jin (Tekken), 595 words)
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🥣 Forged in Ink and Blood (excerpt) (Haikyuu!!, Tendou Satori/Ushijima Wakatoshi, 980 words)
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🥣 Twist It, Pull It (Original Work, OC/OC, 3k words)
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I submitted a bunch of prompts for the Rare Kink Buffet, and various people wrote 5 fics as fills! Sharing them here!

🥣 The Mole (Haikyuu!!, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, 685 words)
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oh god i can’t decide between these 🤔

- Yuzu Ponzu Too Westernized
- Wafu Only Got a B-plus in Maths
- Fish Sauce Vinaigrette Neither a Doctor or a Lawyer

i have a couple of things in there 🤭 and i’m also looking forward to reading the fills people have done for my prompts. one of them is an original work 👀👀👀

oughhh that’s so many! 😍 i didn’t manage to fill much, but i had 4 of my prompts filled and i’m so excited to read them!

Rare Kink Buffet works are heeeeeeeere! Eat up! 😋

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baby dragonji with a strawberry

Strawberry 🍓

0 to 100 in public, that’s them all right 😆

wwx blushing 🥹🥹🥹

A digital illustration of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji kissing while half on the ground. Wei Wuxian leans over a supine Lan Wangji, with a hand on his chest, the other gripping his elbow. His hands and face are dirty. He is fully clothed in his normal dark hanfu and red ribbon, and he is blushing. Lan Wangji is naked except for his white underwear, which are tented and slightly see-through where he’s leaking pre-cum. The lighting is warm, rich, and diffused. There is a white background with just the figures as focus.

closeup of lwj’s underwear area

a closeup of them kissing

When lwj is cursed and the only cure is kisses and @*$%ing in the cave.
#wangxian #mdzs

thank you!! i love the idea of secretly pierced lwj 🥰 he’s a romantic

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wwx closes his eyes briefly, letting the anticipation wash over him like a wave. “all right. but first, lan zhan, i want to hold your hand. the same way you’ve always held mine.”

“wei ying.” lwj’s eyes are bright. “it’s always been yours to hold.”

wwx draws a hand across his forehead. it’s probably just the lousy air-conditioning in here. he’s definitely not feeling hot.

“will you let me kiss it later, too?”

lwj shudders. wwx catches it: a full-body ripple, subtle and heavy.

“yes.”

lwj favors him with a soft look. “i have an appointment tonight to get another piercing done. come with me?”

wwx laughs. amazing, how it’s come to this. “i’d love to. where is it going to be this time?”

“guiche,” lwj says.

oh. fuck. okay.

“so, lan zhan. are you staying? for the rest of this reunion dinner?”

“no,” lwj admits. he’s pulling up his underwear, tucking his shirt back in. “what about you?”

“no,” wwx says. he straightens up, grinning. “what shall we do?”

we. we, spoken like a given.

lwj makes a soft sound. he shifts, stirring and stiffening against wwx’s lips, but makes no move to pull away. their gazes lock, and wwx sees something dark and wide taking shape behind his eyes.

oh, wwx thinks, wondering. we could have had this, back then.

“it suits you. thank you for showing it to me.”

lwj’s eyelashes flutter. “to be honest, it reminds me of you.”

“it does?”

lwj hums. “it does.”

wwx kneels. mindful of his labret, he leans forward to press a kiss to the piercing, and the hot skin beneath.

with his other hand, lwj slowly undoes his belt. unzips his fly.

pretty, is wwx’s first thought. he stares down at the jeweled barbell, mind whirling.

it’s a prince albert.

“i love it,” wwx says. he smiles up at lwj, a flood of warmth rushing to his face.

“i wish i could’ve been there,” wwx says. he takes a tentative step forward. “to hold your hand, as you always held mine.”

in response, lwj takes wwx’s hand. he holds it for a minute against his cheek, breathing deeply. “you’re here now.”

“i am.”

the same hands that had held his own many times, as he’d sat in the piercer’s chair. gentle, unasking. lwj always had tears in his eyes, always flinched at the sound of the cartridges depressing, even though pain had never bothered wwx in the least.

“only if you’re sure,” wwx says. his heart is pounding. he’s fairly certain he knows where the last piece is.

“are you?”

wwx thinks about this for a while. he thinks of lwj’s hands, bunched in his uniform shirt, lugging him to the principal’s office.

lwj raises an eyebrow. he’s already buttoning his shirt back up. “last one?”

“you said there were four. i’ve seen three — navel and nipples.”

“ah, that,” lwj says. his cheeks flush pink, and he presses his lips together, gazing sweetly at wwx’s face.

nipples, as it turns out. wwx tips his head back, admiring them. they’re in the deserted foyer of the event hall, and lwj has his dress shirt unbuttoned for wwx to see.

“well done, no scarring,” wwx says, smiling. “those look good on you. and the last one?”

“yeah!” wwx says. “i mean, ah. if you’re comfortable showing them to me, that is. if those are in places that you’d ordinarily show to random people.”

“they aren’t,” lwj whispers. “come, i’ll show you.”

“wow!” wwx exclaims, delighted. “how many?”

“four.”

wwx looks carefully at lwj’s ears. there’s nothing there. nothing on his nose or eyebrows or lips either.

“tongue?”

“no.”

“oh.” huh, wow. “so… where?”

lwj’s ears go red. “navel. and…”

“cool!”

lwj drops his voice. “do you want to see?”

he doesn’t think he looks too badly himself. sure, he isn’t wearing a penguin suit like lwj’s. but he has on a nice button-down and jeans that accentuate his body in a pleasing way.

he’s unprepared for when lwj leans over and murmurs, “i’m pierced, too.”