#:3 yw

[toruro]

crawling on the floor and begging for pussy drunk jun like fr drunk like no one has ever seen ;-;

[19:44]

pairing. jun x reader

genre. smut (18+ / minors dni)

w/c. 850+

usually your time coming home from work is filled with sweet kisses by the door, followed by giggles and snorts as you two stumble into the kitchen to make dinner together.

usually jun brushes some hair out of your face, kisses your cheek softly, and helps you tie on your apron. usually he asks you, "hey baby, how was work?" and litters you with coos and compliments as you share bits of your day.

usually he grins at you as you sit across from each other at the table, fingers intertwined as you settle to eat dessert on the couch, putting on some re-running episodes of naruto.

usually, jun doesn't slam the door shut and shove a knee between your legs just as you enter the foyer, mumbling on about how much he fucking needs you.

"fuh ... fuck," the curse slips from your lips before you even realize what he's doing to you. he's got his face buried in your neck as he sucks sloppy kisses against your skin, lapping moaning against the growing bruises.

"baby," jun huffs into you, pulling away so he can tug your shirt off in a frantic mess before sinking to his knees. "baby lemme eat you out," he groans, pressing his head against your legs as he looks up w sparkling eyes.

"o-oh," you gasp out when you feel his fingers playing at the edge of your waistband, yanking the dark pants down as you awkwardly lean against the wall and spread your legs. "fuck, yeah—please," you moan when jun presses his nose against the cotton of your panties. the moan he lets out reverberates through your core and you shudder when he licks you over the fabric.

"can taste you through your panties," jun says, scooting closer between your legs so he can grab your hip with one hand and your ass with the other. "so fucking good," he groans against when he licks another fat stripe before pulling the fabric to the side to reveal your slick, fluttering folds, "so fucking pretty."

leaning forward, jun noses against your clit, shooting soft and steady pulses through your blood, and you instinctively thread your fingers through his hair. "c'mon baby," you coo between airy breaths, "you were just begging, weren't you?"

"yeah," jun agrees, looking back up at you w wide eyes before grinning shyly. "sorry, s'just you smell so good," he mutters before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. you hardly have enough time to cry out and brace yourself against the wall before his tongue is jutting out and licking all up and down over your drenched folds.

jun moans into you, letting the vibrations shake your core as you pulse around his tongue. he's making out with your cunt and it has your back arching and throat letting out high pitched moans and mangled words as you try to get him to slow down.

it's just so much, and the onslaught of pleasure doesn't stop because jun doesn't stop—he's too lost in the taste of your arousal, the sound of your moans, the feeling of your fingers in his hair—you start to feel dizzy from all the pleasure, biting down on your lip as you squirm in his hold.

"just like that junnie—fuh ... oh—" you whine when his nose bumps against your clit again, your body twitching at the contact.

"you're gonna cum right?" jun mumbles against you, and he peeks up so you can take a glance at the shine on the lower half of his face, eyes glossy and smile dopey. fuck. fuck.

"uh-huh," you nod, brushing some hair away from his forehead as he dives back in, murmuring words into your folds as he does so.

"gonna lemme taste you cum, right?" you hear him say of the rush in your ears as you start to lose sight of your vision again. this time, jun's got a finger a prodding at your hole as he flicks his tongue against your clit, and before you know it he's rubbing against your walls and pushing you closer and closer to your impending high. "finest pussy ever, fuck—" jun mewls into you when you can't take it anymore, squeezing down on him like vise.

he eats you through the high—nearly devours you whole with his harsh sucks and nips, lapping against the sensitive nub of your clit. there are tears streaming down your face as you grind down on him, riding out every last bit of pleasure until you're burning and jerking at every one of jun's ministrations.

"b-baby slow down," you hiccup, trying to nudge his face away, but suddenly his hands are gripping at your hips, holding you in place. "i just came a-and—" you stutter, but then jun is looking up at you with those hazy eyes and something in your stomach churns.

"s'good baby," he groans, pressing a sloppy kiss to your thigh before brushing his lips back over your sensitive clit. you let out a squeak as your hand flies back down to hold onto his head. "you'll let me taste you again, won't you?"

[saltycryptid]

bro is NOT listening to Gale's dissertation on the mechanics of the underdark tunnel system

[cinnamnt]

hits you with one a these and LEAVES!!!

[vypridae]

Can we have some drawn out affection scenes?? If not that's fine! Also thanks for all of the info you have given us so far! I hope you get plenty of rest and comfy things. :>

i will be drawing more of this

[gommeboi]

old men <3

[dancing-dawn]

(yes i had fun with the title card)

The time has come to complete my legacy.

First off, I highly recommend stopping by the list I made some time ago, because those turned out to be timeless classics, must-reads: clicky here click. Special thanks to @beegowhoosh and @mikayuumouse for inspiring me to update this one! If that list feels overwhelming, my personal favourites are: All The Memories Of You by collectingblues, waiting room by srxlee and enshroud me by @lost--dimension; my silly words are just not enough to recommend those enough, truly changed my brain chemistry.

yokohama bay hotel by spirallings [Words: 9.5k | Chapters: 1/1 | T]

Honestly, inject this fic in my bloodstream, I got emotional just opening it and rereading the first line to write this review. Social media AU with vlogger Aku who one day finds Atsushi’s music channel, reaches out to him to express his highest admirations, and the rest is a beautiful story of building trust, friendship and falling in love. Immaculate narration, easy flowing and so heartfelt, had me smiling (and crying but shh) throughout the whole thing. A unique storytelling style through the occasional tweets, texts, emails and subtle descriptions of the scene, mixed with classic narration, strikingly in-character dialogue and songs. Just open it to see what I mean, it is genuinely like nothing I’ve read before and I hold this story very close to my heart. There is also a 150 songs playlist that goes with the fic, def some bangers in there.

and the funny thing is i would have married you (if you had stuck around) by cheezee [Words: 11k | Chapters: 1/1 | T]

Time travel and reincarnation, a tragic (but hopeful nonetheless) story following Akutagawa’s death on that ship and Atsushi traversing space and time to find him again, and again… and again… with the cursed fate taking his love away from him. It’s an emotional ride of happiness and melancholy, hope and despair, broken promises and lost memories. This reads as a classic tale of love, personally reminds me of a greek tragedy, and the writing is impressively poetic, simply pulling on the heartstrings.

...I wanna be next to you by Iyrs [Words: 2k | Chapters: 1/1 | G]

(i am definitely not biased because I made art for this, no sir) Wonderfully tasteful narration and the softest words of comfort, beautifully showing how much their relationship has progressed, the trust and ease and emotional vulnerability. There is one particular most domestic scene that lives in my mind rent-free, trust me and give this a quick read.

the plan (YOUR FINGERS) by lizandre [Words: 5k | Chapters: 1/1 | T]

I’m gonna struggle a lot to explain this one lol (if the trust me bro argument is not enough). I could personally not find a better word to describe the style of writing than simply genius. If I may quote the author from the summary, this is a story of how “Akutagawa Ryunosuke loses it entirely.” It has the humor, it has the pain, it has the classic psychoanalysis that every good fic has of course. Basically Aku not realizing the emotional turmoil he’s experiencing is not being possessed or mind controlled or going mad, but simply falling in love. And Atsushi being the voice and hand of reason to get him out of his madness. Aku here is as unapologetically dramatic as any theatre kid could be, 10/10, not even trying. Just straight up check everything this person has written imao, this fic is just one of many masterpieces.

Safe Underground by forget_me_nots [Words: 25k | Chapters: 5/5 | M (Violence, Main Character Death)]

This one is a hidden gem, severely underrated, criminally low exposure. It is an AU based on the videogame Lobotomy Corporation (that I actually had no knowledge of, but you don’t need to know it to enjoy the fic at all). Horror, gore and panic with close to zero comfort, grief of death and living nightmares. The style of writing is extremely skillful, with meaningful repeating motifs and metaphors. All of the characters are incredibly well-written and the growing friendship between our main duo in circumstances of utter tragedy is as enjoyable to read as ever. Pay attention to the coffee.

Moonlit Resurrection by june_berry [Words: 143k | Chapters: 16/? | E (Violence, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)]

And while we’re on the theme of madness! I need to take a deep breath for this one. Incredibly depressing story on existentialism, trauma and self-destruction, told by poetic writing like no other. To quote the author: “Atsushi is hit by an ability that sends him spiraling. Forced to confront his traumatic past or die in two weeks, Atsushi begrudgingly teams up with the man he hasn’t seen in years: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke.” The highlight of this fic is honestly the narration style itself, it delves deep into Atsushi’s and Akutagawa’s minds and perfectly encapsulates their own deteriorating psyche. Deeply introspective. This was, strangely enough and despite the lack of comfort, a healing experience for me, basically a "Hey you see what happens to Atsushi when he got depressed, maybe don't do that." Worked wonders, truly. But be careful if you’re not in a good state of mind because it may have the opposite effect. Also cannot forget to give fair credit to @the-bengali-diva for incidentally introducing me to this one, they’ve even made paintings for the fic! Thank you truly, I would have never found this masterpiece alone!

Of Monsters and Men by Mississippi_moon [Words: 32k | Chapters: 18/18 | T]

On a brighter note! Mercenary Akutagawa failing to assassinate Atsushi, the Prince of Yokohama (and of course slowly falls in love with him instead). Made me smile and laugh and clutch my chest so many times, I just couldn’t put it down [also kindly named my google docs analysis for this “the royal dopamine injection*, i hope that says something on its own]. Very good humor mixed with equally good torture and suffering (and fluff and comfort!). The progression of sskk’s relationship is fantastic. Oh and Atsushi is a badass, that’s very important, long live Boldsushi.

Ma meilleure ennemie by @falloutjuli [Words: 13k | Chapters: 1/1 | M]

I swear I keep stumbling upon this author by accident without realizing I know them and I keep being blown away by their work. If the Arcane reference title is not enough for you, this is a little story about Aku and Atsu being thrown into an unforeseen Parisian vacation, where they dance and get that 'oh, oh' moment. Absolutely perfectly in-character dialogue, with many funny and even more heartfelt moments, all spiced up with the classic sskk banter.

So let us stop talkin' falsely now, The hour's getting late by FallOutJuli (again) [Words: 17k | Chapters: 1/1 | T]

This story made me so happy, an instant fix for a bad day at work that I still remember and am grateful for. Slow burn 1920s AU with reporter Atsushi and singer Akutagawa, great banter and even greater collaboration between those two, gradually growing closer and learning they can trust and be good for each other, both finding a muse in the other.

all is finally quiet by @aurorahrt [Words: 2.5k | Chapters: 1/1 | M]

“Did you,” Akutagawa breathes, gasping as Atsushi presses the palms of his hands into Akutagawa’s shoulders, “know you were going to live?” “No,” Atsushi whispers, leaning close, eyes sharp. “I had a feeling, but… no. Did-,” “No.”

There is simply no better collection of words to express my feelings than this quote. Please read this if you need something to soothe your heart after chapter 121.5, or just in general for an introspective character study focused on the ever so complicated relationship of sskk, flourished with beautifully written domestic fluff, anxieties and quiet comfort, soft kisses and even softer words of reassurance. I am almost tearing up again just writing this silly tiny review, those two have my heart and more.

And that’s a wrap, see you in another half year when I possibly sort through 100 fics more! All of the above mean a lot to me, so please check them out if anything from my passionate ramblings catches your eye. And go give the authors some love, they’re doing god’s work here <3

[ripe-beetle]

Happy crimson days to my dead wife

[matcha-matics]

Thought too long about yanshen sending letters back and forth during periods where they're apart. Shen Qiao would send really sweet letters describing things he'd been up to, towards the end there'd be a small section where he very meekly tells YWS the bed is quite cold these nights. Or the robes he left behind have lost the smell of him. Cute little things to avoid telling YWS his chest is aching when he wakes up without him.

Yan Wushi on the other hand. Probably writes complaining about random things but then 75% of the letter is so wildly explicit. Literally nothing but filth about everything he's gonna do to his husband when he gets home.

Shen Qiao very quickly learns he has to read Yan Wushi's letters alone in the evenings.

[b1tterarts]

Bro asks too many questions

[uzi-x33]

what a waste, army dreamers.

[twilightkitkat]

In most universes, Poolverine behaves like an asymptote. Their life trajectories get infinitely closer, gravitating toward each other, but never quite crossing. Destined to inch toward the other, brushing right by, but never truly seeing them.

They live adjacent to each other: as former Weapon X experiments, as "heroes" (or anti-heroes, in Deadpool's case), and as people who have suffered similar trauma. But while they get close enough to recognize each other, they keep moving on their own path. Closer and closer, but never quite they.

Because while they might vaguely know each other, go on occasional missions together, and fight, they never truly intersect. They understand, subconsciously, that they're foils to each other. Warped reflections in the mirror of another path they could've taken.

But while their hands graze when they part, they never intertwine. They never reach out.

Until this universe.

One where Wade sees this Wolverine, grieving and angry and tired, and decides to finally, finally, grab him. To forcefully pull him over the invisible line separating them. To yank Logan onto his trajectory, into his universe.

And so, for the first time, they finally meet. They don't just briefly recognize each other, they grow to truly understand each other. To become so deeply intertwined that their paths merge into one line, one future, one anchor being.

They don't just glance into an abyss that's eerily similar to their own, they dive headfirst into it. They swim to find each other through the murky blackness and cling to each other like a lifetime.

And finally, they aren't alone. They have someone who's on the same path as them. Who understands their suffering. Who matches them in every way that matters. Who sees them and loves them anyway. It's new. It's exhilarating. It's everything.

Because here's the thing: Wade and Logan have always been soulmates. Their stories and trauma have always reflected each other. They've always had undeniable chemistry when put together. They've always been capable of relating to and accepting each other on a deeper level than anyone else.

It's just that this time, they finally recognized it. They didn't continue to live in ignorance, never pushing for more despite the itching part of them that wanted to reach out. They didn't just drift past each other, staying in each other's gravitational pull but never touching.

They broke free of their curse. From being so close to happiness but passing over it. From having their soulmate be right beside them and never turning to just look.

Their paths finally crossed, even if fate itself seemed to push them apart. Even if the odds were impossible. Even if Logan came from another universe. Even if they both tried to sacrifice themselves only to miraculously survive atomic disintegration. Just because they had each other.

Their trajectories finally combined.

[neutralmistake]

A little something for @gradient-jeremy-asks <3

All art belongs to them! This was super fun to make:3

Btw I have an account on TikTok where I post all my edits! The acc is @red_flavored_ice ! Take a peak if you’d like.

[melveres]

wizzy was down for maintenance so I drew my Young Wizard while I (impatiently) waited

[neuvoid-writes]

Danmeitober 2024 Day 3 - First Kiss

Thousand Autumns - Shen Qiao and Yan Wushi

'Foolish A-Qiao, kiss me already.' - Yan Wushi... probably

Quick and messy sketch + paint (i'm sure i forgot some details.... hahahahaha.....)

first time drawing these two. hopefully YWS reads as him hahaha

[iaminjail]

wallter without the wall

[dotts-inkings]

@the-quackity-competition