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Well, I was just putting together the 2022 Fic and Art Roundup Post and realised I'd never posted this one on DW properly (it's in a drunken comment) but I can't find it posted otherwise so... Here it is. Because I have completionist need to have fics on both DW and AO3.
Title: all the things you feared (i was)
Author:kat_lair / ![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
MistressKat
Fandom: Guardian
Pairing: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Tags: Ficlet, Sex Magic, Dubious Consent
Rating: M
Word count: 780
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: It happens too fast even for his instincts and Shen Wei's desperate duck is too little too late. The blast of power hits him straight in the stomach, punching through him, hot and sticky. His spine arches from the strength of it, mouth opening in a silent scream. The feeling is so overwhelming that at first, he doesn't even realise it's pleasure coursing through him, not pain, but by then it doesn't matter.
Author notes: A drunken pornlet, written foryantantether in July 2022 and posted in AO3 at the time. Title from Beth Crowley's 'I Didn't Ask For This'.
all the things you feared (i was) on AO3
It happens too fast even for his instincts and Shen Wei's desperate duck is too little too late. The blast of power hits him straight in the stomach, punching through him, hot and sticky. His spine arches from the strength of it, mouth opening in a silent scream. The feeling is so overwhelming that at first, he doesn't even realise it's pleasure coursing through him, not pain, but by then it doesn't matter. What's done is done and when he finally crumbles to the ground, even that impact feels nothing but good.
"Shen Wei!" Zhao Yunlan's voice reaches him a split second before his touch does, hands coming to clutch at his shoulders, pushing him up and Shen Wei moans at the feel of it. So does Zhao Yunlan, shoved back by Shen Wei's power, leaking out almost uncontrollably until he feels like he's floating from it.
Everything is covered in golden haze and everyone he sees is there for the taking if he wants.
Shen Wei wants.
Pushing to his feet, he reaches a hand toward the nearest person, some nameless henchman who is probably only here for the pay cheque, the poor bastard, laying a gentle finger to the middle of his chest. The pleasure rolls over the man's features like a tsunami, eyes growing glazed, mouth dropping open, and Shen Wei pulls, taking and taking and taking until there's nothing left, because it's his to take.
The guy drops like an empty sack, twitching on the ground. This too pleases Shen Wei.
"Why are you not on your knees?" he asks the rest of the gang who had ambushed him and Zhao Yunlan on their rare evening off.
It's a rhetorical question, made real by a lazy sweep of his hand, power roiling off like a summer storm, heavy and humid. The bad guys fold down like a bad hand of poker, and all the chips fall on Shen Wei, a murky, filthy, perfect torrent of lust that makes him hard, makes him bare his teeth.
"Oh shit, oh shit." The main guy who had whammied him is on the ground too, writhing like a worm on a hook, regret and ecstasy warring over his features.
Shen Wei leans over him, curious and detached and greedyangryentitledright. "Are you sorry?" he asks, voice clipped and precise when nothing else is.
When the man only moans, Shen Wei presses a foot over his throat, hard enough to make breathing a challenge. "What's that?"
The man chokes, gasping for breath, and Shen Wei laughs, pulling every last drop of reluctant, thick pleasuresurrender from him, feeling it sizzle down his spine, filling his cock. "You're sorry," he declares, satisfied.
"Oh no, oh god. Shen Wei..." Zhao Yunlan's voice draws his attention like rays of a rising sun.
He forgets everyone and everything else, turns to survey Zhao Yunlan, now back on his feet but swaying, body taut and turned toward Shen Wei.
"Oh, I'm here," Shen Wei says, pleased pleased, so fucking pleased, and takes a step closer. "Always here."
"Fuck," Zhao Yunlan curses and Shen Wei wants to lick the profanity from his mouth so he does, hand coming up to cradle Zhao Yunlan's chin.
"I can't," Zhao Yunlan tries to say, the words rumbling against Shen Wei's lips, against his fingers tracing the contours of Zhao Yunlan's neck. "Not when you..."
"You can," Shen Wei interrupts him. "You should." His hand closes over Zhao Yunlan's throat and tightens, just a bit, just enough to break through the resistance. "Give it to me," he tells him. "Give me what's mine."
Zhao Yunlan shudders, and his mouth goes pliant and willing under Shen Wei's, hot and wet and yielding. Shen Wei licks the honeycomb of his teeth, lets each moan melt on his tongue like a sugar cube.
Zhao Yunlan ruts against him, helpless and perfect, his hard cock dragging against Shen Wei's thigh, his hips stuttering. Shen Wei's power crackles around them, black tainted with gold, hot and shimmering, pushing them together. He's been so patient, so good for so long, and truth be told, he's so, so tired of it.
And Zhao Yunlan is so, so tempting. So, so willing.
Shen Wei shoves his leg harder between Zhao Yunlan's and pushes his hand under the tight cinch of his belt from behind, middle finger pressing in, in, in, hooking him against the sharp jut of his hip bone.
Zhao Yunlan screams, eyes wide and blind as Shen Wei tears his orgasm out of him like a debt long owed, his own pleasure shattering over them both in waves, tacky and salty and devastating like an ocean.
Inevitable like fate.
***
Well, I was just putting together the 2022 Fic and Art Roundup Post and realised I'd never posted this one on DW properly (it's in a drunken comment) but I can't find it posted otherwise so... Here it is. Because I have completionist need to have fics on both DW and AO3.
Title: all the things you feared (i was)
Author:
kat_lair / Fandom: Guardian
Pairing: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Tags: Ficlet, Sex Magic, Dubious Consent
Rating: M
Word count: 780
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: It happens too fast even for his instincts and Shen Wei's desperate duck is too little too late. The blast of power hits him straight in the stomach, punching through him, hot and sticky. His spine arches from the strength of it, mouth opening in a silent scream. The feeling is so overwhelming that at first, he doesn't even realise it's pleasure coursing through him, not pain, but by then it doesn't matter.
Author notes: A drunken pornlet, written for
yantantether in July 2022 and posted in AO3 at the time. Title from Beth Crowley's 'I Didn't Ask For This'.all the things you feared (i was) on AO3
It happens too fast even for his instincts and Shen Wei's desperate duck is too little too late. The blast of power hits him straight in the stomach, punching through him, hot and sticky. His spine arches from the strength of it, mouth opening in a silent scream. The feeling is so overwhelming that at first, he doesn't even realise it's pleasure coursing through him, not pain, but by then it doesn't matter. What's done is done and when he finally crumbles to the ground, even that impact feels nothing but good.
"Shen Wei!" Zhao Yunlan's voice reaches him a split second before his touch does, hands coming to clutch at his shoulders, pushing him up and Shen Wei moans at the feel of it. So does Zhao Yunlan, shoved back by Shen Wei's power, leaking out almost uncontrollably until he feels like he's floating from it.
Everything is covered in golden haze and everyone he sees is there for the taking if he wants.
Shen Wei wants.
Pushing to his feet, he reaches a hand toward the nearest person, some nameless henchman who is probably only here for the pay cheque, the poor bastard, laying a gentle finger to the middle of his chest. The pleasure rolls over the man's features like a tsunami, eyes growing glazed, mouth dropping open, and Shen Wei pulls, taking and taking and taking until there's nothing left, because it's his to take.
The guy drops like an empty sack, twitching on the ground. This too pleases Shen Wei.
"Why are you not on your knees?" he asks the rest of the gang who had ambushed him and Zhao Yunlan on their rare evening off.
It's a rhetorical question, made real by a lazy sweep of his hand, power roiling off like a summer storm, heavy and humid. The bad guys fold down like a bad hand of poker, and all the chips fall on Shen Wei, a murky, filthy, perfect torrent of lust that makes him hard, makes him bare his teeth.
"Oh shit, oh shit." The main guy who had whammied him is on the ground too, writhing like a worm on a hook, regret and ecstasy warring over his features.
Shen Wei leans over him, curious and detached and greedyangryentitledright. "Are you sorry?" he asks, voice clipped and precise when nothing else is.
When the man only moans, Shen Wei presses a foot over his throat, hard enough to make breathing a challenge. "What's that?"
The man chokes, gasping for breath, and Shen Wei laughs, pulling every last drop of reluctant, thick pleasuresurrender from him, feeling it sizzle down his spine, filling his cock. "You're sorry," he declares, satisfied.
"Oh no, oh god. Shen Wei..." Zhao Yunlan's voice draws his attention like rays of a rising sun.
He forgets everyone and everything else, turns to survey Zhao Yunlan, now back on his feet but swaying, body taut and turned toward Shen Wei.
"Oh, I'm here," Shen Wei says, pleased pleased, so fucking pleased, and takes a step closer. "Always here."
"Fuck," Zhao Yunlan curses and Shen Wei wants to lick the profanity from his mouth so he does, hand coming up to cradle Zhao Yunlan's chin.
"I can't," Zhao Yunlan tries to say, the words rumbling against Shen Wei's lips, against his fingers tracing the contours of Zhao Yunlan's neck. "Not when you..."
"You can," Shen Wei interrupts him. "You should." His hand closes over Zhao Yunlan's throat and tightens, just a bit, just enough to break through the resistance. "Give it to me," he tells him. "Give me what's mine."
Zhao Yunlan shudders, and his mouth goes pliant and willing under Shen Wei's, hot and wet and yielding. Shen Wei licks the honeycomb of his teeth, lets each moan melt on his tongue like a sugar cube.
Zhao Yunlan ruts against him, helpless and perfect, his hard cock dragging against Shen Wei's thigh, his hips stuttering. Shen Wei's power crackles around them, black tainted with gold, hot and shimmering, pushing them together. He's been so patient, so good for so long, and truth be told, he's so, so tired of it.
And Zhao Yunlan is so, so tempting. So, so willing.
Shen Wei shoves his leg harder between Zhao Yunlan's and pushes his hand under the tight cinch of his belt from behind, middle finger pressing in, in, in, hooking him against the sharp jut of his hip bone.
Zhao Yunlan screams, eyes wide and blind as Shen Wei tears his orgasm out of him like a debt long owed, his own pleasure shattering over them both in waves, tacky and salty and devastating like an ocean.
Inevitable like fate.
***