#THE EYES TOO OHHH THE EYES I WANNA DO MORE OF EEEE

[achillean-knight]

I don't really like the perspective and outcome of this, but I kinda do??? it also might grow on me eventually KJHJGHSD so I'm uploading anyways!

[fabuloussisterofsin]

Hana Chapter Seven is up!

Summary: Newly minted couple and Missy explore their creative side, but Shinsuke wants to explore in a different medium and so does Missy.

Warnings: Mild Swearing and oral sex! There is Smut! 

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Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14258097/chapters/34096068

Tags: @shinnakafan384 @loveshinsukenakamura @leaveharmony @wrestlethedevil @pikapuff316 @obeydontstray

Hana: Masterpiece

Shinsuke had a paintbrush in his mouth, the handle between his lips. He hummed around it as he brushed a stray drop of paint away from a dried section.

Missy had her own piece she was trying very hard to paint some roses. By the ocean. She swore loudly when she messed up. “Fuck.”

He looked over at her, paintbrush still in his mouth. "What wrong?" He asked around it.

“Nothing I screwed up it’s fine.” She said looking at the blob of bright pink.

"Need help fixing?" He asked, taking the paintbrush out of his mouth.

“Umm well.” She glanced at it. “Yes.” She replied. “I can’t art."

"Yes you can." He said, walking behind her and reaching around her shoulder to fix the mistake.

“Can you show me?” She asked. “Tell me what to do and then let me try?” She asked. “Move my hand for me if I don’t get it.”

"Sure!" He replied. "You need smaller brush." He said, tossing the one she was using into the glass of water. He gave her a rounded one and dipped it into the color. "Long, smooth strokes okay?"

“Mmmm okay like this?” She asked doing not quite what he had said. “Mmmm.” She said looking at the flower.

He took her hand gently, grasping the end of the brush. "Like thiiiiis." He said, making a fluid line with her hand.

Missy was quiet. She looked at him her eyes shimmering. “Okay.” She said softly. Her heart hammering and her stomach churning. She felt so small in his touch.

He took the brush from her. "This, you can fix like this." He said as he made a motion with the brush. He was too wrapped up in the process to notice her watching him.

Missy gazed at him. She was so in love she could barely stand it. She stopped her hand and leaned up and kissed him sweetly. He smiled at her when they pulled away. "What that for?"

"I dunno I just wanted to kiss you." She told him. "I happen to have feelings for you." She laughed. "The kind that make me wanna kiss you." He let out a soft laugh and kissed her again. "I have feelings for you too."

Missy dipped her finger in pink paint and swiped it on his cheek. She giggled out of the kiss.

"You leave your mark on me." He teased, dipping his fingers into the red paint he had been using and painting a streak down the bridge of her nose.

Missy crossed her eyes to look at it and smiled making a face at him.

He grinned and kissed her. "You silly!"

Missy kissed him back. "the world is too serious, brevity is needed." She said as she stuck her fingers in blue paint and smeared it on his chest. She stepped away and giggled.

Shin rolled his eyes. "I glad I shirtless!" He teased.

Missy smiled. "I’m glad you're shirtless too." She said as she smeared more paint. "Why did you roll your eyes at me!"

"You always go for my chest." He laughed. "You know my secret."

"oh no I just like your chest." she told him. "but i like a lot of things about you."

He took green pain and smeared it along her jaw. "I like lots of thing about you too."

Missy giggled at the paint. "Oh yeah like what?" She asked him. "I like your arms." She smeared red paint on his arms and the curves of his biceps.

"I like your lips." He said, giving her another kiss.

Missy kissed him back. "I like your smile." She nuzzled him.

"I like kissing your forehead." He said, kissing I be for he streaked it with yellow paint.

Missy giggled when he did this.she took pink and drew a heart on his cheek too. Then grinning evilly she flicked a paint filled brush on him.

"No fair!" He said, flicking paint at her in return.

"EEEE!" She yelped flicking paint at him and running around his apartment. She giggled at him. She liked playing the catch me if you can game Missy giggled. "I like holding you hands." She smeared purple paint on them. He leaned forward to kiss her intensely.

Missy kissed him back with the same intensity. “Mmm.” She mumbled.

Shin pulled his chair closer to hers and sat, leaning forward to kiss her again.

Missy melted into the kiss. We no get paint all over my apartment Missy-chan!" He called as he chased her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her onto the leather sofa.

Missy giggled. “Eeee !” She squealed when he pulled her down. She struggled against him. “Let me gooooo!” She laughed.

"No No no!" He smiled, peppering her face with kisses.

Missy giggled and stilled in his arms letting him have his way with her. “Fine.” She Said kissing his lips.

He lay down between her legs, his weight braced on his elbows as he hummed and smiled into the kiss. Missy was okay with this. She kissed him back slowly and tenderly. She liked him a lot. She hummed happily her hands rubbed his chest.

"My hana so sweet." He said, giving her small sweet kisses.

Missy gave him back small sweet ones too. She bit at his bottom lip but then thought better of it. "Sorry." She whispered.

"It okay." He said before he kissed her back, more intensely before rain started sputtering against the windows.

Missy returned the intense kisses. She moved her body against his. "Mmmmm. Shinsuke."

One hand ran down her side as they kissed. Missy moaned. She moved her body on his. Her hand moved down his side and started to rub his crotch.

His hand slid beneath her shirt to run across her belly then tease the waistband of her denim shorts. "Shinsuke.” She breathed. Her hand dove into his short an boxers and she took a ahold of his cock. She started to stroke as she intensified the kisses.

He gasped against her mouth, hardening on her hand as she stroked. "Ah, Missy!"

"Mmmmm Shinsuke." She said as stroked him. His cock growing stiff. She liked that feeling, she liked the way he sounded when he gasped. She had yet to hear his pleasured cries and she was eager.

He moaned and moved to lay beside her on the couch. His hand slid beneath her panties, clever fingers searching for her wetness.

“Mmmm baby.” She moaned. She wiggled out of her shorts with one hand. Missy stroked him harder. “Oh wow.” She looked down at his crotch.

"Hmm?" He enquired as he found the little hub of nerves between her legs. He gathered some of her wetness and began stroking it.

“You’re a grower.” She breathed she went to be smart but he found her clit. “Ohhhhhh!”She moaned.

"Mmm that the spot?" He teased before he kissed her.

“Mmmmmm!” She moaned and took her hand off his cock. She pulled her shorts down and allowing him to see her sex for the first time. It was surrounded my blondish brown hair and it’s pink full lips were blooming.

He smiled at her. "What a beautiful flower, Missy." He said as he moved down her body.

Missy blushed. “I’m sorry it’s fuzzy.” She breathed slightly embarrassed.

He chuckled. "Let me know I make love to a woman." He replied. He lay a kiss on her sex before he parted her lips and began licking the sensitive flesh before he made his way to her clit.

Missy groaned. “Ohhh ohhhh!” She squirmed under him. She had had other men before. And women. But so far none of them had gotten her this sensitive so quick.

He gave her a wide grin from between her legs, watching her reaction before he licked her with a broad stroke I his tongue again.

“Ohhhhh!” She cried out. Her sex fluttering briefly. She spread her legs wider.

He ran his hands along her thighs, running his thumb up the seam of her. He was taking his time teasing her.

Missy’s Head was foggy with lust. Clear thick arousal coating her entrance. “Mmmmmm!” She breathed and she played with a nipple.

He went back to licking and sucking her clit lightly into his mouth.

Missy squirmed under him. “Ohhh shinsuke! Oh my god!” He was good, really good. She was feeling the coil in her belly begin to tighten. “Ohhhhh god!” She bit her lip.

He prodded gently with a finger to sink into her. He began moving it in and out of her slowly before he added another.

Missy gasped. “Shinsuke!” She managed as all breath left her body. “Oh shit!” She ran her hand through her hair. She tugged on his. Her walls tightened around his fingers.

He turned his fingers upwards and starting stroking upwards, feeling for that spot.

“AHHHHHH!” She called out. “Ahhh god! Oh god!” He had found her spot. “Mmmm mmmmmm!” She claws at the couch behind tight lips. It was his first time hearing her in the throws of passion.

He went back to tasting her as he stroked with his fingers, feeling proud of himself.

Her sex tightened once more. “Oh oooooh ohhhhhhh!” She called out. “Ooohhhhhh Shinsuke.” She tossed her head. Her sex now just pulsing with pleasure. The coil getting tighter. “Ohhh ohhh!” She whimpered. Her sex squeezed even tighter. She was close.

"Come for me hana." He coaxed, fingers moving in and out of her. Missy gripped at his hair and let out a scream as she came hard. Her walls squeezing his fingers and fluttering around them. Her thighs squeezed his head and tugged on his hair. He panted and moaned.

He grinned up at her. "Ah, my girl!"

Missy was still coming. She panted as the squeezing became less frequent. “Oh my god Shinsuke that was...that was.” She looked down at her sex as liquid puddled onto his leather couch.

"Yeah?" He smiled. "I do good job?"

“Yeah.” She breathed. “Are you ready to go all the way?” She asked him sitting up.

"Just...how Americans say it? Fool around?" He grinned. "Now not special enough."

Missy nodded. “Yeah just fooling around.” She Said as she eyed his tented shorts. She put her hands in his thigh. “At least let me repay you.” She spoke getting up. “Sit normally.” She Said to him.

He moved to take his shorts off and sat, his arm across the back of the couch. Missy ogled the size of his cock. “Ohh Shinsuke!” She said taking it in her hand. “Look at that cock.” She cooed.

He smiled. "Call it ochinchin. Cock too dirty a word for my beautiful flower."

Missy nodded. “Your Ochinchin is wow.” She said before she licked up the sides of him.

Shin shivered and hummed his approval.

She licked him more and then put just his tip in and sucked that while she dragged light touches over his shaft.

Shin lay his head back and moaned, enjoying her movements.

Missy had never heard his sound before and was eager for more. She took him in her mouth and began to suck. Her hand cupping his balls.

"Ah! Ahhh!" He sighed, his hand making its way to her hair.

Missy continued to suck. Her tongue running over his tip and her finger found her target. His crease on his sack. She was waiting for his cries as she stroked that sensitive crease.

He let out a cry, his hand tightening in her hair. "Ahh Missy!"

Missy hummed against his cock. She could feel his balls tighten. She ducked him harder and massaged his balls.

Shinsuke started squirming, his hands in her hair and gripping the throw pillow. "Missy! Missy! I'm-" He tried to warn her before he came.

Missy was almost surprised when she felt his cock pulse and her mouth full with his seed. He had shot six massive times into her mouth.

Shin's body was relaxed against the couch as he panted. "Ah, hana!"

Missy took her mouth of his cock. Some of his cum dribbling from her mouth and down her chin and onto a breast. She swallowed and looks up at him. The cum glistening on her.

He cleaned her mouth with his thumb and sighed, a slow smile spreading across his face. She smiled. “Was that good?” She asked watching his face.

He nodded with a smile. "Mmm too good!"

Missy quirked her head and stood up and bent over her ample ass in his face. “What do you mean too good?” She asked nervously.

He sat up and kissed her ass cheek. "A compli-ment. You very good at that!"

Missy smiled and laughed when he kissed her ass. “Why thank you.” She shimmied her shorts on. “I know what a man wants.” She went and swished put her mouth and then came to sit next to him. “That was fun.” She kissed him.

"Mmhmm." He replied. "Get to know each other little better." He smiled.

“That’s the idea.” She Said kissing his cheek. “Mmmm you gonna go brag now.” She teased him. She nuzzled him.

"Gentleman never kiss and tell."

Missy giggled. The rain had picked up and a loud crash of thunder ripped through the air. Missy jumped and screamed.

Shin pulled her into the couch with him. He struggled to climb back in his shorts before he pulled her close.

Missy shivered. “Sorry about that.” She apologized. “I really don’t like thunderstorms.” She told him. Lightning flashed and the thunder cracked and she buried her face in his chest. “Shinsuke can I stay the night.”

He pet her hair and held her close. "Of course hana."

“I know it’s a childish thing to be scared of but they were never this bad in Vermont.” She told him. “Hey you wanna order pizza and watch something stupid or you can show me your favorite movie.” She asked as she shivered. A louder crash and she practically jumped in his lap.

He pulled her into his lap. "I cook and we watch Howl's Moving Castle."

“Okay.” She told him. Missy was nuzzled up against him and she looked awfully precious. “What are you going to make?” She asked.

He picked his phone up and snapped a picture and posted it to Instagram. He captioned it 'My Hana so cute! Scared of thunderstorm!"

Missy laughed. “Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell but thunderstorms are okay?” She giggled and kissed his cheek. Everyone already knew she was scared of them.

"Mmhmm!" He smiled. "I have frozen pizza. Let me go set oven, then we cuddle." He said before he got up and walked to the kitchen.

Missy nodded. “Okay.” She turned on his tv and flipped through the channels. She wrapped herself in blanket. She waited for him to comeback. He set the movie and she cuddled up against him content to be In his arms.

[the-short-stouts-tavern]

To Dalaran With Love

“It’s really weird to see Dalaran so populated.”

The trio hovered slowly down from the high vantage point they found themselves in. (Nittenook has some pretty bad aim) As they floated, they took in the vast improvements Dalaran has seen since the Northrend campaign. Despite Stormwind’s struggles, it seems like the floating city was more than able to secure their finances after dealing with the various conflicts in the icy north. It may also be due to the extra contingencies built into the city after Jaina Proudmoore took control following the destruction of Theramore. Very secure, but emphatically Alliance-only territory.

But that is in the past. Now, Dalaran is floating in the Broken Isles under the control of Archmage Khadgar and the Council of Six. With the combined forces of the Alliance and Horde, the Council hopes to obtain the Pillars of Creation and seal up the Burning Legion’s portal once and for all.

“Aye, Nysian.” Kegoc replied, landing gently on his feet near the market district. “It has a sorta...home feel ta’ it.”

“Yeah. City without trees is totally my home.” Nysian said, his sarcastic tone returning after becoming so close to the goal.

Behind them, Nittenook floated down, pressing a bottle of liquid into the baby tauren’s lips. “There, there. Milk will make you strong.”

The tauren giggled as it enjoyed the drink, its being slowly glowing with a blueish light. “eeee”

“Hmm, we should probably find Sareva.” Nysian said, watching the baby closely. Inside of that baby housed the Tears of Elune, one of the very Pillars of Creation they were searching for.

“Aye. She’ll probably be in th’ beer garden. She knows where she’d find meh.” Kegoc smirked as he began to walk.

“Ooof!”

With a thud, a goblin runs into the paladin, causing Kegoc to step backward. “Ack!”

“Hey, hey, watch where you’re goin’, huh? Sheesh.”

Kegoc narrowed his eyes. “...aye, same to ye.”

The trio shrugged and began to walk away. The goblin sniffed loudly and adjusted his all-too-familiar hat. “Pff...weirdos.”

Dweit and Pals: Holly-er Than Thou

The hustle and bustle of Dalaran sure beats the hot days of Orgrimmar. The mages are kind and have the city up high in the air for a cooler (and felfire-free) lifestyle.

Majority of the mages who stay here end up staying here for good. Magic people tend to stay. Alliance people also tended to stay even beyond the Northrend campaign’s end. Even the Horde did, before that nasty Garrosh business. I mean, that’s multiple choice at that point, but regardless. The point is that Dalaran’s back, baby. And the higher the city in the sky, the higher the profits.

That’s what a goblin said at some point.

And that’s why Tendorel is shirtless and sitting at a table near the northern bank, with a sign above him saying “Arm Wrestle a Blood Elf. Perfect Your Arm Job”

Ace looked up at the banner, then back down at Tendorel, frowning. “I don’t think the phrase ‘Arm Job’ is appropriate....or exists?“

“Nah, it does.” Tendorel nodded his head. “A blood knight mentioned it one time. They use the whole-”

“Hellloooooo, my gracious minions.” The two looked behind them and saw Dweit sauntering down the road, smirking. “A profitable day for me, as per usual. So how much did your make while I was at the market?”

“Well, we started with 5 gold. We ended up with...” Ace turned over her paper. “4 gold.”

“....how did you bozos lose money?”

“Drinks.” Tendorel replied, shaking his head shamefully.

“Non-alcoholic, of course.” Ace noted, scribbling another note on her paper. “We’re still careful about costs going too high in our budget.”

“Okay, first of all, teh ‘budget’ is akin to yous askin’ fer somethin’ and me sayin’ ‘no’. Second, a bunch of springwater is, like, 10 copper!” Dweit growled, stomping towards the two. “You would have to have...10000 bottles!”

“1000.” Ace replied without a second wasted.

“Still a large number!”

Tendorel coughed. “If it helps, it’s actually water from the local springs in the isles. Premium water. Very good stuff. Only a little bit of smelly vrykul taste in it.”

“Oh, yeah, your ancient piss-heavy water is absolutely worth 1 full gold piece!” Dweit sighed and moved his hand over his eyes. “I swear, you two are gonna kill me.”

“Relax, Dweit. Soon we’ll be swimming in that dirty water.” Ace smiled. “I got a job for us.”

“....you.” Dweit looked over at the priest. “You have a job.”

“Mmmmmhm.” Ace smiled, moving her hands behind her back. “A little bird from the watering hole told me that there’s a demon in Dalaran’s Underbelly. If we were to take out that demon, then we would find ourselves with 1000 gold pieces each.”

“Ooooo.” Dweit’s devious grin grew the length of a literal figurative Warsong field. “Not bad, not bad.”

“And I must note, I did not need to be blindfolded for it.” Tendorel chimed in. “ It was purely with both eyes open.” He pointed at his eyes for emphasis.

“Well, this is good. Come tomorrow we’ll have a demon’s head in our bag and enough money to clean it after!” Dweit rubbed his hands together. “This is a very profitable position that-”

“Ohohoh...yous guys is cute as buttons.”

Dweit’s eyes widened, then narrowed into a natural goblin snear as he, along with Ace and Tendorel, turned their heads towards a nearby stairwell.

On top of that stairwell stood another goblin. Her form tiny but her body showing fair amounts of muscle, which must be needed for the giant axe on her back. (granted, a giant axe for a goblin is, like, a throwing stick for a tauren) Her metal glove laid upon the hip of her garish armor, her eyes hidden underneath a bit of a silly top hat. It was most assuredly swiped from a Gilnean, possibly with the head attached with how dangerous that axe looked.

“...ohhh, good. I was wonderin’ if yer ‘highness’ decided ta’ come ova’.” Dweit said, walking forward with a smirk.

“Aww, didja have a litta’ hope in me missin’ anotha’ chance ta’ ruin yah profit margin, Dweeb?” The goblin snickered, moving her hand over her mouth.

“....should we...” Ace asked Tendorel.

Tendorel shrugged.

“Ah! Wow, ya’ tellin’ me teh big man neva’ told ya about all teh times he lost big? Almost like he took’em personally. Heh.”

Dweit muttered softly, then turned around to his companions. “Ah, sorry, lackeys. This here is ta’ ‘eluuuustrious’ Holly N....Nuh.....oh, what was dat stupid name...?”

“It was Ni-”

“Nozzlefume?” Dweit interrupted the goblin.

“...Ni-”

“Noggenflog?” Dweit smiled.

Holly’s eyes narrowed. “....it’s Ni-”

“Oh right! Nuzzlefu-”

“OY, SHUT UP.” Holly jumped down from the stairwell and stomped over to Dweit. “What’s teh big ideah, ‘uh?”

“Haaaahahaha!” Dweit began a rumpus laugh, slapping his hand over his knee for comical effect. Ace and Tendorel awkwardly joined in.

“Ohhhhh...” Holly spat on the ground, moving her hands to her hips. She then smirked. “Think ya so cool, huh.”

Dweit snifffed, moving his hand over to his eye to wipe away a fake tear. “Oh, maybe. What’s it to ya, brass n’ tack?”

“Well, ya’ won’t be laughin’ fer long, toots.” Holly smirked. “Cause I’m gonna be teh demon slaya’ in this town. The three of yous can skedaddle.”

“Pfff.” Dweit moved his hand over to his mouth. “Please. I know yah got a good swing on dat axe, but I betcha can’t even aim it at a demon’s foot, let alone teh head. Meanwhile, I got my ELITE mooks over dere!” Dweit thumbed his way to Ace and Tendorel, who were less excited about being mooks than anything else in the world. “Whatya got, Holly?”

“Him.”

Holly pointed up to the roof of the Scribes' Sacellum shop, where a lone figure stood above them all. Elf in stature, the figure jumped in the air, bringing out two gigantic demonic wings as he floated gently down to the ground, landing in front of Dweit. Slowly the elf rose up, seemingly staring down at the diminutive goblin, though nothing but a bright felflame came from his eyesockets.

Dweit stepped back slightly. “A-ah...so that’s an-”

“An actual demon hunter...” Ace responded, eyes wide.

“.....nice.” Tendorel looked the demon hunter up and down. He gave the demon hunter a thumbs-up, but immediately brought it down considering how offensive it may be.

“Meet Mr. Denarye.” Holly walked over to the elf, smiling at him, rolling her tongue with the name playfully. “My tank.”

“......p-...pffff...” Dweit waved his hand lightly in the air. “Whatever. So you got a demon huntah.” He continued waving. “What could he possibly do fer ya?”

“Good question.” Holly smirked. “Denarye, dear? What do you think?”

“I will hunt the demon down.” The elf replied, cracking his knuckles. “And with pleasure I will sever its pathetic head and present it to the Council of Six on a silver plate.”

“...............nice.” Tendorel replied, before getting smacked on the head by Ace. “Ack.”

“Hmhmmm....he’s quite a specimen, huh? Betta’ than any good-fer-nothin’ shaman.” Holly smiled. “Hope ya weren’t plannin’ this fer a career, Dweeb. Cuz soon, teh only thing rollin’ in this town will be demon heads an’ my sacks o’ gold. Gold ya won’t be takin’ this time.” Holly snapped her finger which caused Denarye to pick her up with one arm, which is quite a feat considering the armor she wore. She blew a kiss at the three, gave a wink, and motioned for Denarye to bring his wings out and jump up into the air, carrying her off.

“.........”

The trio stood silent for-

“Who the hell was that?” Ace asked immediately, looking at Dweit.

The goblin sighed, then moved his hand over his hat, lowering it over his eyes. “I don’t wanna say.”

“She seemed pretty....forward with you.”

“....”

“Didn’t seem to like you, either.”

“.....”

“And I think she may want to humiliate you and kill y-”

“Fine.” Dweit interrupted her. “She’s my ex-wife. Happy?”

“..........”

“.........”

Tendorel coughed. “Well, I’m not. Can’t believe I wasn’t the best man.” (.)

TO BE CONTINUED