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[cursedburner]

I just found your art, and It’s incredible. I was wondering if I could suggest 🎈

Thank you ♥︎ ♥︎

I think this is my best kink drawing yet (including what I have not posted). Poor guy definitely overdid it. I think it's safe to say he's gone well beyond having seconds and thirds and probably a few desserts too...

[briburns]

For your prompts, if I may suggest, Mizuki is Japanese, in his culture, there’s something called the red string theory. Can we get something about Mizuki noticing the string because of his spirit abilities and follows it to see it’s attached to Anran and she doesn’t notice??? 🥹

Alright let’s goooooooo!

First time posting a prompt answer so go easy on me! 😅 don’t judge too harshly 🥹👉👈

A Mizran/Spiritfire writing (Mizuki x Anran)

The Red String

This was probably the strangest day of his life.

Mizuki had joined Kiriko’s side, searching for… Well, anything. Anything to diverge his mind from the usual. His curse, the hashimoto, the Yokai finding out secrets he tries so desperately to hide. Though this was the last place he expected to find himself.

Watchpoint Gibraltar.

The place was a mess, smoke still bellowing from unlit fires. They were recovering from a Talon attack. One none of them saw coming. Kiriko had heard about the attack, knowing that Hanzo and Genji could be in danger, she almost lost them once. She couldn’t do it again. So here they were.

There were faces he had never seen before wandering the premises, cleaning up rubble and putting out fires. An orange cat carrying a hose up to higher spaces to try and help. A gorilla pointing to different locations, calling out suggestions and smiling afterwards.

That’s when he felt it. Subtle at first, almost like vertigo but an obvious pull in his chest. Dizzy and now extremely off put by the shift in his energy, Mizuki shifted, turned in place while muttering quiet chants under his breath because surely, this had something to do with a spirit. Right?

“You good?” His attention was split, gaze scanning over a small group of people gathering pieces of collapsed walls and metal bits. “Yeah…” he muttered, maybe it was just his imagination but he swore… No. It had to be his imagination.

“Maybe they’ll have some answers for us, yeah?” Gaze flicking towards his travel buddy, she had already started walking towards the group. This group consisted of a number of unfamiliar faces. Two women and a man, two look like they’re siblings while the remaining female flashed from one place to the next, piling rubble in front of her workmates.

Mizuki walked alongside Kiriko, cautious of the strangers, a side effect of his upbringing. “Hey!” The males’ chatter was chipper, welcoming even. “‘Sup.” Mizuki was being polite, responding to the greeting despite it being more on the monotone side.

“Hiya! Something you need?” A strong English accent rang out, catching the twos attention. “Hopefully, is Genji around?” Kiriko stopped, a few feet from the speedster before her, Mizuki no more than a few inches away when he felt it again. That tug from his soul, that odd vertigo like feeling all in one direction. “Ah, he should be helping look for any remaining agents buried beneath rubble. He should be back soon alongside his brother.”

“Gotcha, I’m Kiriko by the way, and this is Mizuki.” Trying desperately to shake that feeling, Mizuki gazed just past the see through lining of his Kasa hat. “Well hiya… Eh, cheerful one arentcha? I’m Lena, and this is Wuyang and Anran.” She shifted on her feet, gesturing her hand up a bit to introduce her colleagues. The man wearing blue waved once he was introduced. Mizuki’s eyes traveling past him to the woman behind him, she had placed a piece of heavy stone down and turned towards Mizuki.

That pull, that aching, dizzying pull, it rang off again at her gaze. “Hey!” Mizuki remained calm, as calm as he could be. Emotion void from his face, her head tilting to one side while her smile slowly faded, now replaced with confusion. Why did he suddenly seem so uncomfortable? His eyes glanced quickly over her features. Soft, but piercing eyes, he could tell the fiery spirit before him. Another pull, another ache, he was silently panicking, cautious, and when she lifted her hand to wave, that’s when he saw it, making his heart nearly stop.

It was as if the world stopped around him. No breathing down his neck, no distant wails from disembodied voices. No unknown spirits waiting to demand his attention. What he saw swung subtly, a red string tied in a neat bow around her pinky finger. His eyes trailed it, following the string slowly, it wrapped around her arm, draping down past her waist and slowly, his eyes trailed towards himself. That string ended in a bow wrapped neatly around his thumb.

Could his curse allow something like this? Can this be something he can have? Who even was this woman? Everyone around him had previously died, everyone he had ever grown close to had left one way or another. Yet this? This was a complete surprise. This was new. If anything, he believed he couldn’t have a soulmate. “Hey.” Was all he managed to say, what could he say? ‘Hey, I can see an invisible red string that's attached to us so that means we need to be together.’

“As you heard, I’m Anran, this is my brother Wuyang, it's nice to meet you two.” Play the part, numb yourself, don’t smile, keep the mask on and maybe he can forget that he saw what he did. He was so lost in himself that even Kiriko noticed the change in attitude. Elbowing him subtly to get his attention and when his head snapped towards her, she visibly looked confused. “It’s nothing.” Grumbling under his breath, Kiriko scoffed. “Oh yes, because you being extra moody is nothing. Spirits again?” What could he even say to that? And did she have to say it in front of strangers. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” Could she see his rapid glances? Could she see his denial and withdrawal?

But little does he know that she might be the one to take away the pain and help his mind go quiet.

[bangpop91writing]

hii! I have this picture in my head of Tommy in bed on his back sweating whilst Buck is riding his dick and holding his(Tommy's) hands/wrists above his head. Buck has his head smushed in Tommy's pit(s) and is getting drunk on the smell his man... care to write something about that? pretty pretty please!!!! <3

I love it! This is right up my ally and it's been awhile since I wrote some fun scent kink. I hope you enjoy!

I am really sorry about how long this took me to post. Between a god awful migraine and parenting writing took me awhile. I hope it was worth the wait!

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Sweat wasn't really something Buck put a lot of thought into before Tommy. Sure he enjoyed working out with his exes and getting sweaty between the sheets, or anywhere else they had sex. But Tommy had unlocked more doors for Buck than just his bisexuality. Buck has a list.

Getting man handled is one of the hottest things that he has ever experienced.

Beard burn is way hotter than it has any right to be. Especially between his thighs and on his ass.

Experimenting with the differences between getting fucked by Tommy's dick and toys.

He loves sucking dick and eating pussy(or ass) in equal measure.

He thinks he might be a little bit of a size queen… Or maybe that one is just a Tommy specific thing.

Sweat is kinda(really) fucking hot.

Read the rest on AO3 or bellow the cut

The list is obviously longer than that, and there's another list of things he wants to try with Tommy. But honestly he can't remember anything else at the moment. Not when he has Tommy pinned under him and definitely not he has Tommy's dick in his ass.

Tommy's promoter friend Alvey, had put together a charity fight featuring first responders from around the country to raise money for cancer research and had asked Tommy to participate. Buck is only a man, and watching his man win fight after fight had really done it for him. How could it not? Watching a hot, sweaty, Tommy in those skin tight shorts man handling other guys was almost as good as being the one manhandled by a hot, sweaty Tommy.

Buck hadn't even given Tommy time to shower after the last fight of the night, which Tommy won, before dragging Tommy up to their hotel room to somehow his boyfriend just how much he'd enjoyed the fights. Buck still doesn't really get why Tommy enjoy watching UFC fights as much as they do, but he has developed his own appreciation for Maui Thai. Actually that also is probably a Tommy specific kink to add to his list.

But after a fight or spar, when Tommy is still high on adrenaline and pent up aggression he is more likely to roughly manhandle Buck, leading to really hot, rough sex and tonight was no exception.

They had barely made it into their hotel room when Buck had been pressed against the wall with Tommy absolutely devouring him while tearing Buck out of his clothes. There wasn't much to tear Tommy out of, just the soft zip up hoodie and those sinfully tight shorts that made Tommy's thighs and ass look even more delectable than usual.

Buck had pushed Tommy back towards the large hotel bed, not making it far at all before Tommy had growled, squatting just enough to grip Buck's thighs, wrapping them around his waist before picking him up carrying him the short distance to the bed. At first Buck had been perfectly happy to let Tommy manhandle him, putting Buck exactly where he wanted it.

It is so hot. Buck is not small, he's never been small, even before he started packing on muscle. Sure him and Tommy are the same height and similar builds, but Tommy knows how to use the muscle he has on Buck to pin him in place. Which is with Buck on top of Tommy, his ass in Tommy's face while he buries his face in Tommy's sweaty groin, sucking Tommy's cock and balls while he is licked and fingered open by Tommy.

He's flipped onto his back, with his knees pressed to his chest when Tommy finally slides his cock into Buck. There is no teasing, no slow roll of hips, or tender kisses. Its fast and hard and biting. And Buck is perfectly happy with letting Tommy fuck him like that, well for awhile anyways. Buck gets his legs wrapped around Tommy's middle, then uses his muscles just the way Tommy had taught him during those Maui Thai lessons to flip them over so that Buck is the one on top all without dislodge Tommy's cock. He grabs Tommy's massive hands in his own pinning them over his head.

"Stay." Buck growled, impaling himself on Tommy's massive cock, grinding down against his boyfriends hips. As hot as it is being pinned under Tommy, it is equally hot being the one doing the pinning. There is something heady about having all of that raw power and strength pinned obediently under him that makes Buck feel powerful in a way he had never experienced before Tommy. He doesn't have to worry about holding back, about being careful, Tommy won't break under him.

Tommy isn't exactly pliant under Buck, still to keyed up from the fight. Tommy bends his knees pressing his feet into the bed thrusting up into Buck meeting each of his own downward thrusts.

Buck doesn't release Tommy's hands at first, he wants to make sure Tommy will stay where Buck put him. He only has to remind Tommy to stay put once when Tommy tries breaking the hold Buck has on him. Buck doesn't know how effective his growl was considering it had been more breathy moan than actual growl, resulting in Tommy grinning up at him wolfishly.

"Don't worry, kitten, Daddy's got you." Tommy had practically purred with the danger of a large cat. Buck didn't even have time to whine in protest when Tommy broke the hold easily freeing his hands from Buck's tight grip. With one arm remaining extended over his head, the other came up gripping his fingers in the back of Buck's hair, tangling his fingers in the curls there. Tommy uses his grip yanking Buck forward pressing his face into Tommy's underarm.

"There you go, kitten. Take exactly what you need." Tommy growled. And Buck does exactly that. He smothers himself in Tommy's armpit inhaling the sent of sweat and musk like the first breath of fresh air after a fire.

Tommy's continued grip in Buck's curls is completely unnecessary, he is more than happy to bury his face in Tommy, nuzzling the sweat damp hair, licking away the sweat, while imprinting the scent in his memory. But he loves the forceful grip holding his head in place and Tommy knows it.

Their thrusts become frantic as they race towards their orgasms. Their hotel room is filled with the sound of slapping skin and low, animalistic moans. Buck gets one of his hands between them, fisting his cock, jerking it frantically in time with their increasingly sloppy trusting. Buck comes with a loud drawn out moan, feeling completely surrounded by Tommy even though he's the one on top.

It doesn't last long though before Tommy rolls them over again, pounding into Buck, chasing his own orgasm. Tommy comes with his own low moan, while biting down on the space where Buck's neck meets his shoulder. They collapse in a sweaty, sticky heat, exchanging slow kisses as they come down from their frantic fucking and the high of their orgasms.

Later, after cleaning up in the shower. Buck is getting dressed when he sees the bruise on his shoulder in the shape of Tommy's teeth. Turns out he has something new to add to the list.

Getting marked with hickies.

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 prompt answer Parte Dos

Parte Uno

Original Prompt

Jon couldn't help but take a peek at the large metal ring constructed behind the massive form of Dr Fenton, its size and shape dwarfing man and son. He couldn't watch for much longer, however, as their encounter with Daniel was expedited by Damian's impatience. Maybe he was just itching for a fight, or a supervillain to beat down. Either way, as Superboy, it was his job to make sure Daniel walked out with all his limbs intact!

"Daniel Fenton." But Damian was interrupted just as fast as he had started.

"Ew, no, it's Danny thank you very much. Only my parents when they're angry, and- bleh- Vlad, call me Daniel."

Damian scowled (he was doing that a lot today). "Daniel Fenton, we have some questions for you."

"Guess that's not gonna happen."

Time to intervene. Jon stepped between Damian and Danny, arms outstretched, with a friendly but diplomatic smile. "What Damian here means is we're suuuuper curious about your dad's research, aren't you Damian?"

"...Yes."

"If you wanna know more about my Dad's research, why don't you uhh." Danny bobbed his head at Mr Fenton's direction, the man in the midst of grabbing onto an unfortunate bystander and extolling the virtues of his next invention.

"Your father has proven lacking in his ability to explain his own work, which is why the responsibility now falls on to you, Daniel Fenton, if that's even your real name."

Wow, laying it on real thick, aren't you Damian.

Danny very pointedly ignores the death stare (hehe, death stare) from Dami to look to Jon. "And you are...?"

"Jon, I'm here with my dad too! He's a reporter, but some of this stuff's got me bored out of my mind. I mean, a flying toilet? Really??"

This manages to get a chuckle out of Danny. "You saw that too? And here I thought I'd get to see some normal inventions around here."

"I know right! I feel subconscious even with bathroom stalls and stuff. What are you gonna do, bring a flying curtain?"

"Honestly I know some folks back home who could find it handy." Danny said, a mysterious smirk on his lip. What could be so mysterious about a bunch of streakers back home? Or...

"Would you like to elaborate on that statement, Fenton?" Damian cut in. "Or the function of the garish-looking gateway erected by your Father?"

"Oh that? That's the Fenton PortaPortal."

"Porta what?" Jon asked.

"The Porta Portal. Portable Portal. It's like the one back home, 'cept it's light enough to move around."

"Portal to where exactly?"

Danny shrugs. "The Ghost Zone, where else?"

"You mean to say your parents have breached the afterlife using science?"

"Hah!" Danny laughs. "But it won't work, trust me." There was that knowing grin again.

"You seem pretty sure, Danny. Also wait, you have one of these back home?"

"Yeah, and it let in the raging hordes of the undead on my town. Overshadowing (that's possession btw), taking over the school with meat, box-based assault, replacing people like changelings, that one time a ghost tried to blow up my sister with a laser, that one time the Ghost King kidnapped the entire town and transported it to the Realms..." Danny listed out various dangerous situations like it was Tuesday, ignorant of the dawning horror upon his audience's faces. Jon himself was starting to feel a little green. Ghosts? Hundreds of ghosts? Each of them capable of possession, and according to Danny, much more?!

"How has the Justice League not heard of this kind of thing?" Jon tried, but failed to hide the slight shiver in his voice.

Danny shrugged. "Guess they dismissed our calls as pranks or something."

"Your father wishes to unleash the legions of undead upon Gotham?!" Damian stepped forward, getting up in Danny's face.

"Woah woah woah, chill out man. Mom and Dad actually learned from the last time and built like eight layers of shielding around the portal, not that it'll be necessary since it won't work anyway."

"And why are you so sure? Did you sabotage it? For whwat purpose would you tamper with your own parents' inventions?"

"Dami, maybe we shouldn't jump to conclusions." Jon said, trying to pull Damian away without any obvious use of super strength.

"Yeah Dami, I'm just a kid, like you. You see an engineering degree anywhere that can be used to sAboTAgE anything? 'Cause I don't."

Damian glared at the other boy for just a second longer, before Jon was finally able to pry him off the poor kid. "I'm so sorry, Damian's just kinda intense sometimes, he really means well I-"

"It's fine. Besides, I'm bored as hell over here too. Since we're about sixty-nine million years below the average age of this place. what say we hang and laugh?" Danny got up and stretched his legs.

"Sure! Hey you seen the oven that's supposed to bake pizza in under ten seconds? Come on, Damian spotted this amazing design flaw, you just have to come with."

As Jon dragged them away, Damian muttered under his breath, deviously. "Good job, Kent, escorting Fenton to a secondary location for further questioning."

~~~~~ They spent the next hour roaming the convention centre, laughing and snorting their lungs out at the inventions, and the rich suckers lapping them up. Although Damian was initially as frosty as Superman's ice breath, Danny's mention of a glowing green ghost dog managed to gain his attention, if veiled behind suspicion and accusation. Looks like no squeezing was necessary, but the idea of a whole town of magical beings that possessed as easily as they breathed still made Jon nauseous.

"My parents actually get me keep him, without the threat of dissection, it's amazing!"

"Your parents dissect animals?" Damian spat out with all the hatred of a thousand dying suns.

"Ghosts, and they never have. Kept getting away. For some reason. Nowadays they're more into non-invasive study. and by non-invasive I mean totally invasive of things like privacy, and alone time." Danny grumbled.

"I feel you, man." Imagine having a dad with super hearing. Or growing up with the world's greatest stalkers.

"Privacy is an illusion." Damian being normal challenge IMPOSSIBLE

They had no more time to banter before Dr Fenton's booming voice echoed across the centre.

"AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, THE SHOWCASE OF THE FENTON PORTAPORTAL AND THE LATEST IN FENTON SURVEILLANCE TECHNOLOGY, BEHOLD!"

"Just watch." Danny said.

Jack slammed his fist upon the on button, which was thankfully on the outside this time. The circular rings around the portal spun and spun, creating an electric whirring sound building up to a crescendo...

Only for the portal to fizzle out, as the crowd's jeers reached a fever pitch.

"Told you so."

Danny's triumph lasted not for another minute, however, when his body shivered and a cold mist broke through his lips. "Shit." He muttered. At least Jon and Damian were looking away. Danny's eyes scanned the crowd. Jack Fenton's sorrow was wiped away as the sensors in his suit came to life. He whipped out a comically large ecto-gun, shouting. "I KNEW IT! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK FROM GHOSTS!!!"

Danny needed look no longer as piercing laughter filled the auditorium. A swarm of green bats descended upon the centre, causing chaos and confusion. Those among the crowd sensible enough to run for the exits found themselves halted by bars locking them shut. Jack opened fire, but was overwhelmed by dozens of ghost bats.

Danny looked for anywhere he could silp away and transform. Damian and Jon did the same. None of them could an opportunity, as two pairs of hands swept them off their feet, and bindings tied them together. Their eyes widened as they gazed upon their captors. Two men adorned with white face paint. One in a gothic waistcoat, the other with green hair and a purple suit.

The infamous Joker, and the not as infamous Freakshow, both in hysterical laughter.

"I really gotta give it to you Danny-boy, that sabotage act you pulled really put us for a loop!" The Joker gasped out between laughs. He pulled out a remote with a large red button. "But I, the Joker, have out-sabotaged your sabotage! AHAHAHAH"

The Joker pressed the buttom, causing the portal to roar back to life.

"Damian!" Bruce Wayne yelled.

"Jon!" Clark Kent shouted.

"DANNY BOY!" Jack cried out, but they were too late to stop the swarm of bats carrying all three boys through the newly reactivated portal, and were too late to follow before the whole thing blew to pieces in a fiery halo.

To be continued....

[depressedperpetual]

"you look so good right now. it's annoying. stop it."

Ooc: if it’s not too much trouble I would love to see the lemon cake version of the above prompt.

No problemo this will be fun

Pre relationship: Nathan's POV

"You look so good right now. It's annoying, stop it." The words rang through his ears. That was the last thing Nathan ever expected to hear from Alexander. Especially after their one night stand that Alexander refused to talk about. Every time Nathan even tried to breach the subject Alexander somehow managed to steer the conversation to something else. It was getting to the point where if Nathan didn't have his perfect memory he would doubt that it ever happened.

Currently Nathan was getting a new garment tailored, Inquisitor Heruon insisted. Alexander didn't seem to care and Nathan just had to go along with it. Nathan looked down at Alexander, one eyebrow raised. He wanted to mention their one night stand but he didn't want to bring up such a personal event with the strangers in the room. The tailor looked between the two, unsure of what to do or say. They had been in awe of Nathan before he even walked into the room but now they were standing in awkward silence rather than awe.

Inquisitor Heruon cleared his throat and glared at Alexander. "What gave you right to say such a thing the Custodian psyker?" The last word was filled with comtempt and Alexander ignored him. Nathan wanted to put the Inquisitor in his place but Alexander started talking before he had the chance to.

"Change the color of the fabric, green should work better." Alexander told the taylor and Inquisitor Heruon coughed. Alexander looked over at the Inquisitor with one eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Did you ignore my question psyker?"

"Yes, it was a bad question." Alexander barely looked at the old Inquisitor and he turned his attention back to Nathan. "You going to say something?"

"Yes. How is my attractiveness annoying?" Nathan asked, noting how much the Inquisitor fumed at the insolence. Alexander leaned forward holding his tilted head in his right hand.

"Because it is." A smile on his face, "and honestly making me want to hit it is not helping your case." Nathan kept his composure, it is not the first time Alexander has said a similar phrase. But it was the first time since their one night stand and Nathan knew it was actually true. Or at least it was. Alexander looked over to the Inquisitor, "oh don't worry about this. He likes it"

Nathan sighs and looked down at the tailor, "I suggest you continue your work."

"ooo-f course My Lord!" the tailor surried off to get the requested green fabric.

"You allow such insolent behavior Custodian?" Heruon seemed genuinely baffled. Nathan nods, "I have learned to let the small comments go. He often says similar oddities." Alexander's expression shifted, a flash of hurt crashed over his face before Alexander leaned back.

"That's what happens when you live for so long." Alexander winked, "ya get plenty of oddities." Nathan looked between Alexander the the Inquisitor seeing the tension slowly fading away.

"Be careful" Heruon side-eyed Alexander "I do not like these outbursts."

"Fine but if you want my help with this" Alexander's smile dropped "you will talk to me if you have any questions about my behavior." Hureon nodded, his eyes searching to see how sincere Alexander was.

The tailor returned and started redoing all their work, now with green fabric. Things returned to a stable quiet and Nathan didn't know what to feel about Alexander's comment. He had to think about it and looking at Heruon he knew he had a few days before Alexander would be allowed to leave. Nathan would only have to keep an eye on the Inquisitor but he would be allowed to think.

(ooc: I may make a post relationship version of this prompt)

[petvampire]

kink prompt one for the night! charles/cat king + blindfold for @artemisadore

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Charles usually doesn't enjoy being robbed of his senses. It's dangerous, for one thing, means anything could sneak up on him, get the drop on him. But he's not on the case right now - not anywhere close, in fact. There's nothing likely to sneak up on him here in the cannery in Port Townsend.

Except, of course, for the man he's here visiting.

He's never quite sure what to expect of the Cat King, as he's discovered he's a man of quite... varied tastes. Which technically he knew from observation alone. Experiencing those tastes, though... it's something very different. Charles is learning more than he bargained for, perhaps. Doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it.

Trust wasn't exactly second nature between the two of them, not the way it is with him and Edwin, or even him and Monty. It's grown over time, though, and Charles is definitely willing to trust the other enough now.

Enough to let him bind his hands and tie a strip of black silk over his eyes, anyway. He's sprawled out on the other's bed (he swears it's more massive than it was the first time, leaving space for more bodies just in case), trying to focus on sound alone to indicate where the hell the other is. He's a dab hand at moving silently, though, so Charles is completely surprised when a hot tongue drags up his stomach, seemingly out of nowhere. The Cat King laughs, low and taunting, as the ghost jolts away from the contact before arching into it.

Okay, maybe this is more interesting than Charles had thought it would be.

Thomas toys with him for... fuck, he doesn't actually even know how long, draws away and leaves him straining to guess where or when the next touch will come from. A hand trailing ever so lightly up his inner thigh, or sharp teeth nipping at his collarbone; a brush of hot breath over his cock, or a teasing flick of fingertips against his cheek, as if just to drive the point home that Charles is absolutely terrible at guessing where he'll touch next. It's maddening in the best of ways, but it won't break him.

Mostly because by the time he's really drawn out the teasing, Charles has wormed his way out of the knots binding his wrists. The next time the Cat King touches him, he's on him in an instant, pulling the other close, rolling to pin him against the mattress. He tugs off the blindfold with a grin, leans down to kiss the so-frustrating and so-fascinating feline, nipping at his lower lip, grinding against him with an insistent need.

When he pulls back, though, it's with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "My turn."

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Hi! I decided to submit it to the blog. Prompt: cpunz is into objetification, he likes being used and created as an object for his partner to use at their will. Link: https://www.tumblr.com/dsmp-for-kink/772067494433292288/cpunz-is-into-objetification-he-likes-being-used?source=share

I hope it looks good, thank You sm for organizing this :D

Linking it to the prompt now :oD

[sweaterkittensahoy]

rosielemmons fic prompt idea if you are still open!

I'm a sucker for an outsider POV! They could just be doing something as simple as talking in broad daylight about repairs but they are so down bad for each other that everyone walking by is just like 👀 hmmm, there's something going on there...(in a non-homophobic way, who the hell wants historical accuracy all the time.)

"Lordy loo, they're doing it again," Jacobson says from a few feet away.

Winks turns around and follows Jacobson's gaze. Ken's on the wing of a fort, straddling a propeller. He's got a wrench in his hand, but he's not using it. He's leaning forward with his arms crossed, caught in conversation with Rosie.

Rosie, who is standing on the ground with his hands on his hips and beaming at Ken as he says something that makes Ken nod with enthusiasm and lean forward a little more.

"He's gonna fall on his damn head," Jacobson says.

Winks snorts. "Nah, Roise'll catch him in a bridal carry and sweep him away to the infirmary just to be sure his pretty little curls didn't get bent in the air."

Jacobson chuckles. "You think they know yet?" He asks Winks.

"That all of us know they're flirting or that they're clearly gonna get married five minutes after the war ends?"

"Either? Both?"

Winks shrugs. "I can't tell. Ken's never been a kiss and tell kind of guy, and as nice as Rosie is, I'm not asking a ranking officer if he's railing my crew chief."

Jacobson's face screws up. "Why you gotta say it like that?"

"If I said it for what it was, I'd throw myself into the Channel for the flowery language," Winks replies.

A laugh carries over. It's Ken's, bright and sweet. Rosie looks pleased as punch he's made it happen. Winks groans and tugs at Jacobson's coveralls. "Come on, help me with the tail alignment."

"I hope they make it," Jacobson says. "I truly do."

"Yeah, well, keeping these forts flying gives 'em a chance," Winks replies. "So, let's get to it."

Down the runway, Ken straightens up. "You wanna see what this looks like from the inside?" He points to the propeller.

"Without bullet holes? Love to," Rosie says. He pulls himself up on the wing and sits next to Ken. "They were watching us again," he says, his voice just for Ken. "I could feel it."

Ken grins. "They sure were. Maybe one of these days I'll even confirm their suspicions."

Rosie nudges Ken with his shoulder. "You haven't told 'em? You embarrassed by me, Lemmons?"

Ken chuckles and starts to undo a bolt. "Not even a little bit. But it's fun to keep 'em guessing. Makes me feel like I'm teasing my brothers."

Robert holds out a hand to take the bolt Ken's loosened. "Well, then, I won't demand a public announcement. Show me how you make this propeller behave itself."