#and they just so needed help when passing by the au

[sturnslutz]

the beginning

first actual intro fic of this au/series ts??? a/n at the end of this

the second you rolled down the window, that salty cape cod air hit you straight in the face. it smelled like sunscreen, seaweed, and nostalgia—if nostalgia had a scent—and it made your chest tighten in that weird way. not bad, just… like something was about to happen.

“i swear to fucking god,” solina said from the backseat, practically crawling over your shoulder, “if matt got taller again, i’m throwing hands.”

you snorted, flicking her forehead. “you say that every summer, lina.”

“and i mean it every time, pearl.” she shot back, grinning like a maniac.

your mom gave you a look in the rearview. “can we please not start the violence before we get there? at least wait until we’ve said hello.”

“no promises.” solina muttered.

the car crunched to a stop on the familiar gravel driveway, and just like that, you were back. the sturniolo house looked exactly the same. white paint that needed a touch up, blue shutters that chris claimed gave it “character” and the porch swing that was one gust of wind away from falling off.

on the porch stood marylou and jimmy, smiling like you’d never been gone. and leaning against the railing, and arguing about god knows what, were the triplets.

matt was right there. hair longer than last summer, sun catching on the tips. he had that lazy smirk on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing, and when his eyes caught yours, something in your stomach flipped so violently you thought you might actually die.

“YO!” chris yelled, hopping over the railing because of course he did. “pearl’s finally here. we were about to eat the cake without you.”

you grinned, stepping out of the car. “you would, asshole.” “damn right,” he said, pulling you into a hug that nearly knocked you over. “you look different. like, in a hot way. don’t make it weird.”

“it’s already weird,” you said, shoving him, but you were laughing. nick was next, hugging you tight and whispering, “bitch. bitch. you look insane. matt’s gonna pass the fuck out.”

“nick, shut the fuck up,” you hissed, cheeks burning. he just winked and skipped off to help solina with bags, leaving you to deal with marylou, who immediately smothered you like the queen she was.

“happy belated birthday, sweetheart! we’ve got cake, we’ve got dinner, and nobody’s allowed to make plans tonight. it’s your night, okay? i’ve been waiting for this all week.”

you hugged her tight, smiling into her shoulder. “missed you guys.”

“missed you too, honey,” she said, patting your back. “and wait ‘til you see the cake. pink frosting, just how you like it.”

your mom came around the car, arms full of bags. “marylou, you didn’t have to go all out again. she’s already spoiled enough.”

marylou waved her off. “oh, hush. she only turns eighteen once.” “and we are celebrating all weekend.” your mom said, nudging you. “i brought basically all of her swimsuits, just in case anyone forgets she’s now someone i have to worry about.”

“mom.” you groaned.

“what? i’m just saying. you look great, hon.”

matt hadn’t said anything yet, just watched you with that unreadable expression. you walked up to him, tilting your head.

“hey.”

his smile widened. “hey, birthday girl.” he pulled you into a hug, one hand resting lightly on your waist, and yeah… maybe he had gotten taller. “missed you.”

you couldn’t stop the grin that spread across your face. “missed you too.”

solina cleared her throat dramatically behind you. “so, are we going to stand here all day or what?”

jimmy laughed. “let’s get your stuff inside. and nobody’s touching that cake until after dinner, capisce?”

“we’ll see about that.” chris said as he hopped through the house, making his way to the kitchen.

“yeah, we know fatass. see he’s already running to the kitchen, even though he was just there. 10 minutes ago.” he yelled out before talking to you, solina and matt.

lina laughed. “is nate coming over today?” she asks as she holds the door open for the rest of you. matt gave you a weird look before looking back at her. “yeah, probably after dinner. kid only wants the cake.”

after some time getting unpacked and eating dinner, (not without the unmistakable tension between you and the boys,) it’s time for cake. nate shows up record time after chris texted him that they’re done with dinner, a knock erupting loudly against the front door. “open up!”

solina’s face lit up and looked at you and you smiled. “go say hi,” you mouthed and she shook her head. “i can’t.” she mouthed back and you rolled your eyes.

nathan came running in, probably a bit drunk, and wrapped his arms around you from around the chair, smothering your hair in kisses. “pearl! so good to fuckin’ see you, kid.” nate’s boston accent was very obvious , even though he literally lived in cape cod.

you smiled as you patted his arms. “hey nate.” you looked up at solina, and she didn’t have the best expression. you never really see this face from her, but when she noticed you looking at her, she gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

the cake finally came out, and it looked like something out of a bakery window. pink frosting piled high, way too many sprinkles, and your name written in big, loopy letters. marylou really did go all out, and it was so obnoxiously perfect that you almost wanted to cry.

“okay,” nate said, leaning over your shoulder, “if you don’t eat that corner piece, i will.”

“try me.” you shot back, smacking his hand to which he gasped at, exaggerating.

“friends, friends,” chris said, sliding up next to you and tossing an arm over your shoulders, “no need to fight. i’m happy to feed pearl. with my own hands, if necessary.”

you blinked. “what the hell.” nick laughed so hard he nearly choked on frosting. “you’re disgusting.”

“what?” chris grinned, leaning into you a little. “just being a gentleman.”

you elbowed him, but he didn’t move. “you’re definitely something.” he winked. “you’re welcome.”

matt watched the exchange from across the table, spoon in his mouth, eyes narrowed just slightly. you caught it, the flicker of something, and he quickly looked away, back to his cake like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

your stomach twisted.

you weren’t sure if it was from the sugar or the way matt kept not looking at you.

later, when the kitchen was a wreck of empty plates and a table full of crumbs and pieces of cake, everyone migrated to the back porch, sprawled out under the string lights. the air was cooler now, but still humid.

nick pulled out his phone, camera already rolling. “alright, truth or dare, bitches. no backing out.”

“absolutely not,” your mom called from inside. “you guys can not break anything this year.” marylou followed it up with, “and no skinny dipping! please. last year was enough.”

solina snorted. “that wasn’t even us.”

“it was chris.” your mom corrected.

“guilty.” chris grinned, not even pretending to be sorry.

nick flopped onto the porch steps, eyes on you. “pearl, truth or dare.” you groaned. “you’re really coming for me first?”

“obviously.”

you glanced at solina, who gave you a do it look. matt was sitting nearby, stretching out his legs, eyes flicking to you over the rim of his soda. chris was eyeing you while he moved from his seat with nate, next to you.

“fine. truth.”

nick smirked like he’d been waiting for this. “who do you think is the hottest triplet?”

immediate chaos. chris gasped dramatically, matt nearly spit out his drink, and even jimmy, from inside, yelled, “i don’t wanna know!”

you laughed so hard you nearly doubled over. “nick, you bitch.”

“answer the question, pearl.” solina said, eyes wide, eating this up.

you looked at all three of them. chris, grinning like an idiot, leaning in like he already knew what you’d say, matt, quiet, watching you, waiting.

“okay,” you said slowly, dragging it out, “it’s definitely not nick.”

“rude!” nick clutched his chest like you stabbed him.

you pretended to think, tapping your chin. “hmm. it’s a tie.” chris raised a brow. “between?”

“chris and matt.” you said, shrugging like it meant nothing, but your pulse was fucking insane.

nate and nick were already dying laughing. “oh my god, this is better than i thought.”

matt just looked at you, something in his eyes you couldn’t quite name.

chris bumped your leg with his. “so what you’re saying is, i’ve got a chance.”

you leaned in, close enough that he froze. “not a big one.”

his jaw dropped. “damn.”

“harsh,” solina cackled. “but fair.”

you met matt’s eyes again, and this time, he didn’t look away.

you couldn’t either.

a/n : ok how do we feel… what team are u on? do we like solina? nate? what’s ur thoughts? SPILLLLL

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[bandagesquandering]

[IRL]

Dazai clicked on an album labelled ‘CHUUYA’, the only album on his device, and scrolled for a frankly concerning amount of time. He eventually settled on one, turning his screen towards his dog.

He relished in this kind of interaction, and the uncertainty of their gambling, the lingering adrenaline making his heart beat in his ears as he looked down at the frustrated Chuuya.

“Well, this one is my favourite.” he grinned, an annoying, teasing lilt to his voice. “Of course, I have a few others.”

Never in a billion years would Chuuya ever have thought he'd be going on a date with fucking 'Dazai I'm-not-gay-Osamu' yet, here he was. Waiting outside his 'neighbourhood' (that's just filled with thousands of shipping containers. Chuuya refuses to step foot in that place.)

"The food better be worth it..."

He mutters absent-mindedly, his hand fiddling at the end of his coat.

[IRL]

Dazai found himself fixing his arm warmers for the millionth time, staring into the red eyes which peered back at him from the depths of the small mirror hanging from the wall of his shipping container. He wasn't stalling, or nervous, just... doing whatever he could to annoy Chuuya, that's all.

With a final tug on his accessories, he let out a long exhale, shaking his messy hair out. He'd made the mutt wait long enough.

He expertly maneuvered through the cluttered neighborhood (Chuuya would claim it was but a landfill, though Dazai knew that was the man's insanity talking) until he spotted a familiar head of orange hair from a distance. He strode over to the being, his heart pounding with what could only be overflowing hatred.

"For all the time you took, you look awfully shitty," he purred from behind, sending the dog a grin.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for..

March 16th

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1. hiii do you know any fics where either wwx or lwj stalk the other, or they both unknowingly stalk each other? @ashxi-wx

you only ever touch me in the dark by sweetlolixo (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Age Difference, Boypussy, Intersex WWX, Feminization, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dirty Talking LWJ, Stalking, Size Difference, WWX Has a Non-Con Kink, Dark WWX, Daddy Kink, Mirror Sex, Restraints, Virginity Kink, Blindfolds, Deranged4Deranged Wangxian)

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2. Hello! Hope you're doing well! 🩵

I was recently reading For You by 10thNoNamePerson (amazing story) and I was wondering if you could recommend some stories that have detailed fight scenes of WWX just letting loose displaying either his sword fighting skills, talismans or even resentful energy.

Here is an excerpt from "For You" that gives an example of what I'm looking for:

Slash. Stab. Strike. Faster. Faster. I need to go faster!

His movements become a blur, daring to step over the line he has firmly drawn when he gets too immersed into a fight. He can’t stop, won’t stop until Lan Zhan lets him step out. Back out, back out, just back out!

It doesn't really have to be WWX only, it could just have really detailed written fight scenes.

Thank you!! 🩵

❤️ I Started From the Bottom/And Now I’m Rich by x_los (E, 57k, WangXian, WWX/Others, Mutual Pining, Marriage of Convenience, Arranged Marriage, No Sunshot Campaign, Fix-It, WQ Lives, Transmigration, Time Travel, Weddings, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy, Black Widow, Protective Siblings, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Sugar Baby, consort, Politics, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Crack Treated Seriously) has WWX going toe-to-toe with Madam Yu, if that's any help?

If We Keep Holding On, Just a Bit Longer by Kestral (T, 55k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JYL/JZX, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Urban Fantasy, Dark Fairytale, and seriously i mean Dark, will include specific content warnings for each chapter, Abuse, Torture, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Second Person, Multiple Povr, eaders are not expected to be familiar with changeling: the lost, trust me though changeling angst is so delicious read this for pain, Fae politics, Fae & Fairies, Non-Chronological, Slow Burn, Secret Relationship) I'm reccing my fic for #2. No wwx fight scenes posted yet, but there are several in the chapter i'm currently working on.

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3. I want to read some fics that are sad and look into grief (especially LWJ’s morning after WWX died). Could it be set during the time period (e.g no modern or time travel AU’s) and have no incest. Bonus points for A-yuan being in it. Thanks mods !!

🔒 It Will Pass (but it is here now) by AmyNChan (G, <1k, LSZ & LWJ, Death, LSZ Needs a Hug, Child LSZ, Good Kid LSZ)

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (WordsWritInStarlight) (G, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, inquiry, LSZ is the best of boys and I will not hear debate, Music, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, [Podfic] to the act of making noise by Ceewelsh, flamingwell, kisahawklin, Rionaa) check out the podfic with music if you want to use even more tissues

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ’s Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

let the yoke fall from our shoulders by occultings (microcomets) (G, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Character Study, Mentions of Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, let capricorns cathart agenda, Happy Ending, Family Feels, Established Relationship, [Podfic] Cold read of let the yoke fall from our shoulders by kisahawklin)

🧡 Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ghosts Shouldn't by ShanaStoryteller [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)) if you don't mind a little canon divergence?

New Perspective by mrcformoso (T, 8k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, Major Character Death, Angst, Hopeful Ending, Fatherhood, Regrets, Flashbacks, POV LWJ, LWJ-centric, Canonical Character Death - WWX, Pining LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, LWJ Needs a Hug, Character Development, Dead WWX, Introspection, Feelings, LWJ is Bad at Feelings, Character Study, Regretful LWJ, Breaking Toxic Cycles, Canon Compliant, LWJ in Seclusion, Post-LWJ in Seclusion, Child LSZ)

partly frozen, partly flowing by astrolesbian (T, 4k, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfot, Sibling Relationship)

🔒藕断丝连 by RoseThorne (G, 456, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Memory Loss, Memories, POV Third Person, POV LSZ, Rituals, lotuses)

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4. Hiii itmf something cute where teenager WY is a bit older than LZ (like ~3-5 years) and LZ is fuming because he has a huge crush on him! Maybe they just meet as students during CR training arc, or maybe they were betrothed by their parents/guardians for a future political alliance. Shixiong WY is a very charming and competent older disciple and attracts people and friends, and small LZ is both territorical and furious that he likes this annoying and smiling bully (how dare he treat him like a kid?!). Any AU except modern w/o cultivation. Amazing if they get together when both are a bit older. Something fun and sweet, but longer works with angst and happy ending are also okay! Thank you!l

For the Sake of a Smile by Reikosama7716 (Not Rated, 94k, WIP, WangXian, Minor Everyone/WWX, CSSR/WCZ, Older!WWX, Oblivious WWX, Top LWJ, Jealous LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Protective!JC, JZX's Attempt in Public Confession, WWX and his ducklings, Everyone is young and gay for WWX, WWX and Jiāng siblings are cousins, Canon Divergence, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, WWX in his YLLZ appearance, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Third wheeling of unfortunate sect disciples, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

Conquering the Emperor by catbrainedschemes (E, 21k, wangxian, Historical AU, Imperial China, Emperor WWX, General LWJ, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Historically Inaccurate, Misunderstandings, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Light Angst, Non-Graphic Violence, Getting Together, Sexual Tension, Some Plot, Slow Burn, Happy Ending)

you'll love me at once (the way you did once upon a dream) by sweetlolixo (T, 18k, WangXian, Dark Fairytale, Inspired by Maleficent (2014), Wingfic, Sleeping Beauty with a twist, Maleficent WWX, Prince LWJ, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, True Love's Kiss)

🔒As Years Pass Us By by Loqui (G, 32k, WIP, WangXian, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, Age Difference, Younger LWJ, Older WWX, LWJ Has Feelings, Pining LWJ, Introspective LWJ, Canon Divergence, Fluff and Humor, Slow Burn, very light, Light Angst, WWX is a Lan, POV LWJ)

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5. Been rereading Delight in Misery by nirejseki and it's got me in the mood for more fic where LWJ joins the Jiang sect after WWX's death or resurrection, if anyone else has written that? Thank you! @aroace-lukeskywalker

The Sun Sets Like a Whispered Regret by OrdinaryRealities (T, 41k, JC & LWJ, WangXian, Resurrect Your Gays, LWJ and JC enemies to brothers, MDZS Big Bang 2020, Minor Character Death, discussion of characters who have died, And the trauma of that, Kidfic, Sort Of, characters working through trauma together, Give MXY some GD agency, Happy Ending)

picking up the pieces by KouriArashi (M, 111k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Alternate Canon, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Regret, Family, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Politics, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, canon typical political bullshit, Eventual Happy Ending) Jiang Yanli becomes sect leader following Jiang Cheng’s death and Lan Zhan moves to Lotus Pier where he and Jiang Yanli raise their children together after Wei Ying’s death in picking up the pieces

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6. Hello, I have a nsfw itmf request:

Can you recommend works where wangxian ust is progressing into lz going silently forward with intimacy waiting for WY to tell him to stop (almost like gay chicken but lz is not joking, he just can't help himself) and WY is speechless but curious and letting him.

The way it is in "When you like somebody bite your tongue" by sophiahelix, "oh no, what'll I do, my perky ass groped on the train" by sweetlolixo or "Summer heat" by athena_crikey

Thank you! 😘

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7. Hey y'all! I was in the mood for some fics where the Lans treat Wei Wuxian as family. Not because of adoption, but just because Wangji loves him so much, so they, by extension, love him too. Do you know any fics like that? Thanks a million in advance! @fero-setsuri-blog

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7k, LXC & LQR & LWJ, LQR & WWX, WangXian, JFM & LQR, Modern, Kid Fic, Good Uncle LQR, Neurodivergent LWJ, Baby LWJ, Baby WWX, Parenthood, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, POV LQR, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, When we were small [Podfic] by Stasia Reader (Stasia), [Podfic] When we were small by sisi_rambles)

Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (G, 40k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Character Study, Introspection, In-Laws, Golden Core, Emotional Baggage, Family Bonding, Protective LWJ, Good Parent LQR, LQR has feelings, LQR & WWX become friends)

Just Say Yes Series by edenwolfie (T/M, 338k, WangXian, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Good Uncle LQR, Engagement, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It)

Deeper Seasons by piecrust (G, 8k, LQR & WWX, WangXian)

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8. Similar fanfic Set in Stone by thesongofsirens with Lan Zhan rejecting Wei ying? Thank you in advance 💕✨ @yuukikonnos-world

When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending) the rejection is out of gay panic tho

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9. Hello, I'm in the mood for docs where wwx was adopted by or related to someone and the relatives loves him, spoils him, and nurtures his genius and boasts about him to others. It can be a kid wwx or whatever. Something similar to the fic "Sunset, Sunrise" by Ariana Deralte or "All Things Belong"" by kuroi_atropos. Thank you!

🔒 shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410) (M, 58k, NieLan, WangXian, SangNing, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, Joining the “Wei Wuxian raised by the Nie Sect” Club, Mentions of WWX’s life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives AU, Protective NMJ, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family) Wei Ying is brought into the Nie sect as a child and nurtured and loved in shades of grey...and Heart of the Beast

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 488k, WangXian, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs, Adopted WWX, WWX is a Niè, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious WWX, Protective NMJ, Scheming NHS, Protective NHS, Soft NMJ, NMJ is So Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Pining, LWJ Has Feelings)

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10. hello! an ask for ITMF! fics where wwx is a victim of/recovering from rape/sexual assault? preferably a central point of the story, any setting/au etc! thank you!!!

🧡 Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas  (M, 51k, WWX & YZY, JFM/YZY, implied wangxian, WWX/WC, WWX/others, rape/non-con, modern, hurt/comfort, protective YZY, good parent YZY, hospitals, medical procedures, vomiting, trauma)  

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11. I don't know if this group is still active, but I was watching Living Dead and had this thought... I wonder if there are any fics that follow on from the movie or tie Wangxian back into it. @lovelyseraph

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12. Hello, 🤗 Could you please recommend something in the mood of "truth will be out on the video" and "Black sun"? Thank you!

An Unscheduled Stream by trippednfell (M, 77k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivation, Misunderstandings, BAMF WWX, BAMF Wen Popo, WWX cultivates resentful energy but keeps his golden core, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Presumed Enemies to Lovers, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, Time Skips, Dual Cultivation - Not the Sexy Kind, but ALSO the sexy kind, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Horny wound tending)

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13. Hello! ITMF great Madam Yu stories, where she is a badass, independent and straightforward (read vicious and unashamed about it) woman, a strong cultivator and a great, caring in her not so gentle way, protective and fierce mother and aunt for the whole Yungmen trio! I really crave some good maternal figures for them lately. Also kudos if Jiang Cheng is both her little copy and a mother's boy, and if they both are badass and protective towards Wuxian and Yanli, especially towards their lovers. Thanks! ☺️ @shellennium

Sun Stained Lotus by MidnightLightHowlite (T, 70k, WangXian, YZY & WWX, Good Parent YZY, non abusive non toxic YZY, WWX still has his complexes tho, Angst, Fluff, Grandmasters of Miscommunication, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Good siblings, Trauma!, Death!, lots of death!, LWJ wants to help but he's emotionally stunted, LQR is a responsible adult!, sworn sisters YZY and CSSR, Emotional Damage, Suicidal Thoughts, Self depreciation)

suddenly my eyes are open (everything comes into focus) by eraiklys (G, 3k, YZY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Comfort, Mother-Son Relationship, Fluff, Light Angst, im sorry JFM but youre the bad guy in the verse, very gay undertones, Like, YZY and CSSR gay undertones, Cynophobia, Dog, JC's dogs, JYL is a sweetheart, Everyone Is Gay, Everyone Needs A Hug)

🔒Aunt Knows Best by retired (misbehavingvigilante) (M, 10k, WWX & YZY, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Character Study, Crossdressing, Dysfunctional Family, Gender Identity, Fix-It, Sexism, Trans WWX, Good Parent YZY)

Zephyrs Blowing Below the Violet by Comfect (T, 64k, FengYuan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Bad to Good Parenting, cursing, Anger Management, No Golden Core Transfer, Bad Parent YZY, Good Parent YZY, POV YZY, YZY Learning and Adapting, Not Everything Ends Up Sad, Happy Ending, YZY & JFM Live)

heavy is the head that wears the crown by izukillme (T, 41k, YZY/JFM, YZY/CSSR, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, BAMF YZY, YZY-centric, Good Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Jiang Family Fix-It, Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Child Abuse, Child Abuse, note: the suicide itself is offscreen, but is referenced multiple times through the story, Lesbian YZY)

🧡 Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas  (M, 51k, WWX & YZY, JFM/YZY, implied wangxian, WWX/WC, WWX/others, rape/non-con, modern, hurt/comfort, protective YZY, good parent YZY, hospitals, medical procedures, vomiting, trauma) link in #10

🔒Hope series by RoseThorne (M, 69k, WangXian, WIP, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Memory Loss, Angst, Recovery, Nightmares, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Blood and Gore, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, Grief, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Clairvoyance, Butterfly Effect, Kid Fic, Epistolary, Resentful Energy, Cultivation Sect Politics, Character Death, Assassination Attempt(s), Attempted Kidnapping, Hostage Situations, Mentioned WCZ Disobeying Orders, Explosions, Yin Iron, Grief/Mourning, POV WWX)

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14. A) Any and all fics where WWX embraces being Lan Er Furen and it's the best Furen Cloud Recesses has ever had! Or at least is acknowledge! Does anyone know of one?

B) I was just thinking if there was a fic where WWX is mistreated and/or evicted from the clans by the Jiangs very publicly and EVERYONE knows he is a prodigy and wants him, but WHR arrives first and basically gives him normal levels of kindness and wwx is almost like "daddy"? And he even promises to arrange a marriage for him with LWJ and all. Basically WWX being treated like he deserved, everyone wanting him, and WHR getting him and as a bonus, the second jade o lan. @lostandmessedup

14B)

Scars of Lightning by The_peregrine_falcon (T, 6k, YZY & WWX, WWX & WRH, WangXian, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Wen WWX, zidian, YZY is a bitch, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Lotus Pier, Nightless City, Young WWX, Muteness, Hurt kind of comfort) has Wei Ying thrown out of the Jiang sect and he’s found with injuries that Madam Yu gave him by Wen Qing and Wen Ruohan. These next ones aren’t quite what they’re asking for either because Wei Ying hasn’t been cast out by the Jiangs in these, but they involve Wen Ruohan going after Wei Ying because he sees his genius and because he suspects Wei Ying is his grandson:

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 93k, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WWX is a W��n, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Society Level Victim Blaming, Victim Blaming)

and

Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 59k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ, Loss of Limbs)

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15. Hello! This one is for ITMF: Any recommendations for Post-canon fics where characters get some sort of closure/bonding? Like, Yunmeng bros reconciliation, Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian being friends again, Wei Wuxian learning to love himself, Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian bonding, The Juniors being protective of Wei Wuxian, etc.? (not all of this has to be necessarily present in one single fic!! My only main requirements are Post-Canon, The Juniors, and Wei Wuxian)

(Some fics I have read with these are "Tell some storm" by qurbat, "Mark My Place" by BenevolentErrancy, and "The stone-filled sea" by yukla. All of them are absolutely amazing works and I'm looking for something similar)

Also, thank you for the last ITMF help (Feb 2, I think?), I enjoyed all the fic recs! @mysteriouslytragic

🔒 Lan by AmyNChan (G, 3k, LSZ & LJY, Family, they're cousins or brothers or something your honor, LJY has enough faith in LSZ to move a mountain)

🔒 I have a father by AmyNChan (G, 1k, LSZ & WWX, Some things stay the same, Derogatory)

bespoke by cafecliche (G, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff)

hills and rivers are waiting by LtLJ (T, 15k, WangXian, JL & WWX, Feels, Canon-Typical Violence, Case Fic, BAMF WWX)

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL)

the place your heart inhabits by Fleetling (T, 8k, WangXian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon Fix-It, Father Figures, father-son bonding, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Humor, Oblivious WWX, Pining WWX, WWX-centric, Good Kid LSZ, Adopted LSZ, Wingman LSZ, LSZ is LWJ & WWX's Child, Good LSZ, WWX goes back to gusu, resentful energy, Golden Core, wwx has both and it's a struggle, Unreliable Narrator)

🔒What Is Left Over by Loriqod (T, 30k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Yunmeng brothers, Post-Canon Fix-It, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Happy Ending, WangXian in Love, bite-sized angst, Canon-Typical Violence, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Training Montage)

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16. hiiiii do you have any canon divergence fics where wwx goes back to gusu with lwj? @ashxi-wx

Do not take that which does not belong to you by Selene210 (E, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Jealous LWJ, Possessive Sex, Kidnapping, Murder, Blood and Violence, wangxian married and have a son, Explicit Sexual Content, Biting, Marathon Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Bath Sex, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, WWX has an angry LWJ kink, Wangxian canon breeding kink, LWJ canon massive dick)

🔒 Swordless by WithBroomBefore (G, 32k, WangXian, JC & JYL & WWX, LQR & WWX, Established Relationship, Canon Divergence, WWX goes to Gusu, Happy Ending, Trust, Healing, unofficial title: The Communication AU, Golden Core Reveal, Crying, Feelings, Trans Character, AFAB LWJ, philosophy, Kissing, POV WWX)

gone with the silence by SpeedingCheetah (M, 63k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Self-Harm, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, POV LWJ, WangXian-centric, Location: Cloud Recesses, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, Golden Core Reveal, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WangXian Adopt LSZ, Ambiguous/Open Ending, a sorta-kinda-maybe fix it story, WWX Goes to Gusu, triggers are in the notes)

Practical Considerations by teawater, the_anthropologist (E, 97k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, LQR & WWX, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Found Family, Spouses to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Politics, Scheming, Lán Elders are assholes, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, eventually BAMF LXC, learning to make decisions, Learning Self-worth, Self-Esteem Issues, Sweet Wangxian, Domestic Fluff, Fix-It, JC is a big asshole, he improves somewhat but it’s open-ended, WWX learns to stand up for himself, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, POV wwx, POV LWJ, POV JC, Golden Core Reveal, Teacher wwx, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WWX Protection Squad, Feelings Realization, WWX protector of the twin jades, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Protective LQR, Demonic Cultivator WWX, WWX is Loved, Married WangXian, Genius WWX, Everybody Lives)

if i had the strength by agloeian (M, 16k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Fix-It, somewhat of a case fic, Heaven Official’s Blessing inspired gods & ghosts, No Spoilers for Heaven Official’s Blessing, Mild Alcohol Abuse, Mental Health Issues, WWX is not in a great place for a lot of this fic, He Gets Better Though!, this fic is all about learning to give yourself the help you give others tbh, Baby LJY, recovery fic, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

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17. Hi I'm itmf fics that A) confront what jc was doing to demonic cultivators after wwx died and B) fics that are jc critical/not jc friendly

17A)

Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan (M, 13k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, One-Sided ChengXian, One-Sided ChengZhui, Canon Divergence, LSZ is raised by wwx, Wwx still dies sorry, Revenge, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dark LSZ, Manipulation, Power Imbalance, Torture, Not JC Friendly, JC’s Canonical 13 Years Murder Spree, BAMF LSZ, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, LSZ Gets to Go Apeshit)

The plagues of Jiang Wanyin by Lyna_Mei (T, 54k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Cultivation Sect Politics, Family Feels, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Torture, Minor Character Death, Not JC Friendly, JC suffers, Canon-Typical Violence)

17B)

to heal with the sunrise by justdoityoufucker (orphan_account) (T, 2k, Minor ZhuiLing, Canon Divergence, Not JC Friendly, Canon JC Characteristics, Bad Uncle JC, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Healing, Best Friends, Non-Linear Narrative, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending)

These Barren Lands In Between by lingering_song (T, 4k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Married WangXian, POV Outsider, Misunderstandings, Cultivation Sect Politics, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Not JC Friendly, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)

The Price of a Golden Core by AshayaTReldai (M, 9k, WangXian, Angst, Tension, Aggression, JC pays the price for his choices, demanding letters, JC is a Brat, Supportive Lan Brothers, WWX deserves the best, Life Debt, Sad Ending Sad Ending for JC)

🔒💖 Resilience. by Vrishchika (T, 7k, WangXian, Time Travel, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Self-Indulgent)

on restitution by glitteringmoonlight (M, 98k, LSZ & WWX, WWX & JL, WangXian, Dark JC, not JC friendly, Captivity, Angst with a Happy Ending, no reconciliation, Crossdressing, Non-Graphic Torture, Violence)

🧡 Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WangXian, WWX & WQ & WN, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Angst, Not JC Friendly, BAMF WWX)

Meet you at a different place by tawaen (M, 57k, WQ & WN, WN & MXY & WQ, WQ & WWX & WN, Eventual WangXian, Ghost General WN, Ghost WQ, Canon Divergence, WQ comes back to haunt the cultivation world, Bad idea to kill the one person who didn’t kill anyone, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Wen Remnants Deserve Better, Sīsī Deserves Better, MXY Deserves Better, POV WQ)

Lay my body down by tawaen (M, 48k, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, WWX & JYL, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Eventual WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, What if WWX saw the first siege of the burial mounds and said Nope to the war, OCs, OC point-of-view for one chapter for plot reasons)

🔒 Bright Voice Roughly Rendered Softly Silent by Preludian_Staves (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Muteness, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Not JC Friendly, Confessions, Angst, Choking, Red String of Fate, Appearances by Paperman WWX, Inventor WWX, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Goes to Cloud Recesses, Feelings Realization, Caretaking, Supportive Lan Family, Genius WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective Lan Family, Character Death (not wwx or lwj))

🔒 Worth of a Good Man by Vrishchika (G, 6k, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Not Jiang Sect Friendly, Not JC Friendly)

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[rafenextdoor]

CRUSH - RAFE CAMERON PT. 1

he looks like he works with his hands, and smells like marlboro reds it makes me so, uh, and i can’t get enough of it

content: inspired on the song crush by ethel cain. mechanic!rafe au. reader isn’t from obx but she would be considered more kook. includes smut, phone sex, fingering, jacking off, dirty talk, age gap (reader is eighteen), MINORS DNI!!!!!

word count: 2.2k

a/n: can’t decide whether i love or hate this tbh.. lol i wrote this with an ending where i’d be able to expand on it and do a pt. 2 depending on if it’s received well so lmk! and thank you sm for the notes on my first fic!! mwah <3

your day was already off to a rough start.

first, you slept through the alarm you specifically set for seven am— so you didn’t wake up until nine with not enough time to get ready.

then, you stopped to get coffee at dunkin and they completely messed up your order to the point it wasn’t even drinkable— leaving you irritable the rest of the morning.

now, on today of all days your car conveniently decides to break down right as you were about to make it to your destination— with no way to call for help.

you had forgotten to charge your phone the night before, and in the midst of rushing out the house you didn’t think to grab a charger. safe to say you were not doing so well.

it was the beginning of summer, and you were making your annual drive to outer banks to spend the next few months with your dad. you lived in charleston, with your mom. your parents split a few years ago, but it had been a long time coming. they came to an arrangement that you would stay with her full time, and visit him whenever you weren’t in school. it was easier that way.

you were eighteen, and just finished your senior year only a few days ago. now it was time for vacation. sun tanning all day, partying all night. you always looked forward to spending your summer’s in kildare.

that’s if you could fucking make it there.

you pulled off to the side of the dirt road, your car stuttering until it stopped with a thud. you were stuck in the middle of no where, the only thing surrounding you being tall pine trees that went in both directions for miles. the last store you passed was a gas station, probably abandoned anyway, but that was at least thirty minutes back. even if your phone wasn’t dead, the possibility of getting service out here was doubtful.

you sat in the car for a bit, contemplating your choices. your dad was expecting you over an hour ago, so surely he would be sending a search and rescue team soon.. right?

yeah, you wouldn’t bet on it.

realizing that wasn’t going to happen, you got out and started to inspect your pink volkswagen. it was blistering hot— peak of june— the carolina sun beating down on your exposed shoulders. you were breaking a sweat just by standing there.

that’s when rafe saw you.

he was riding out of town to go get supplies for the shop, driving down that same dirt road in his black beat up truck— the one he only used for work. he had a toothpick in his mouth, chewing on the end of the stick until he damn near choked on it at the sight of you.

your car stood out first— shade of barbie pink in a sea of evergreen— but then there you were.

you were bent over the front, face down and plump ass up, oblivious as ever that your already tiny shorts were riding up your thick thighs. your bleach blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, sunglasses perched on your nose. you could be straight from a playboy magazine.

you were so focused that you didn’t hear him walk up until he cleared his throat and spoke.

“need some help darlin’?” his voice was smooth, thick like honey with a southern drawl. the type to make your knees weak.

you poked your head up, pushing back your shades as your doe eyes met his blue ones. his brown hair was shaggy, some pieces sticking to his forehead with sweat from the heat. he still wore a red flannel, rolled at the sleeves and unbuttoned down his chest with some black jeans. you noticed a silver chain dangling from his neck.

you felt like melting at the sight. “oh, ummm..”

“unless you got it all covered, that is.”

you shook your head. “no, no, please. sorry.”

he held back a smirk, watching you hide your manicured hands that were caught digging somewhere they didn’t belong. you crossed your arms over your chest, tits nearly spilling out from your little tube top since you went braless that day.

he had to stop himself from staring. ‘she doesn’t have a clue in the world’ he thought.

you moved off to the side, letting him stand in your place to get a better look. he leaned down, eyes briefly scanning over the engine and transmission before pulling the hood to close it shut.

“nothin’ wrong in there, sweetheart.”

you knitted your brows in confusion, skeptical. “are you sure about that?”

he gestured to your back wheel with a snicker. “just a flat, quick fix.”

his words were confirmed when you saw it yourself, sitting so low to the ground that it no longer held the shape of a circle. “i.. didn’t see that..”

he hummed. “right. well you got a spare don’t you?”

“i don’t think so.”

“y’don’t think so?”

he strolled to the trunk, popping it open and lifting the lining to reveal a spare. oh.

“i got some tools in my trunk, gimme a second.”

you blushed in embarrassment. you weren’t really the brightest girl, you knew that. but this stranger, on the contrary, seemed like knew everything off the tip of his tongue.

he came back with a wrench in one hand and a jack in the other, half burnt cigarette hanging from his lips.

“daddy never showed you how to change a tire before?” he took a drag, setting the tools down in the grass.

you bit your lip. “never needed to until now, i guess.”

he paused for a beat, his tone was low and soothing. “‘s a mans job anyway. pretty girls like you should just sit back and watch.”

and that you did. he barely made you lift a finger, only asking for you to hold the lug nuts while he twisted them on and off. he finished it all within a few minutes, like a professional.

he stood up from the ground, wiping his hands on his pants as he leaned against the passenger side door. “good as new, darlin’.”

he reached into his pocket to fetch his wallet, finding a piece of cardstock amongst the wad of cash and handed it to you. “if you need anythin’ else done while you’re in town.”

your thumb hovers across the imprinted ink.

Rafe Cameron

Cameron’s Auto and Body Repair

1028 Driftwood Landing

Pelican, NC 27269

202-482-2009

you looked up to see him already gathering his tools, fixing to leave. “wait, let me give you some money before you go.”

he dismissed you. “don’t. i’m sure you’ll find a way to pay me back somehow.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

rafe didn’t leave your mind the rest of the day.

you got home a little after three, unpacking and taking a shower before getting something to eat. you found an old charger in your nightstand, probably one that you left by accident from the year prior, and plugged in your phone.

a series of texts rolled through. most of them being from your friends who knew you’d be arriving in town that day, wondering where you were, but that was tomorrows problem.

tonight you were too busy thinking about him.

you scrambled through your purse, reaching for the business card he gave you.

it was late— probably too late to hit up a guy you just met a few hours ago— but fuck it.

you: hi ♡

you almost unsent the message, but he responded right away.

rafe: hey, sweetheart

you: how’d you know it was me?

rafe: my clients don’t normally send me emojis, doll.

you smiled to yourself, rolling over to lay on your stomach.

you: i don’t think i ever got to thank you today.

rafe: is that why you’re messaging me so late?

you: ten pm is late to you, old man?

rafe: you don’t sound very thankful to me with that tone.

you felt something turn in your core reading his message. deciding to be bold, you sent one last text.

you: call me and i’ll show you.

you sat there for a second. a minute turned into two and you thought you might’ve scared him away, until his contact popped up on screen.

“hi.” you spoke barely a whisper.

“somethin’ you wanna tell me, darlin’?” his voice was rougher than earlier, coated in a thick sleepiness. you could tell he was in bed.

“it can wait until tomorrow, if you’re too tired.”

“i’m wide awake.”

you flipped around, pressing your thighs together. “thank you.. for what you did today. i would’ve still been there without you.”

“yeah, i’m sure you would’ve.” you could hear his smug over the phone. “i gave you my number in case you had other issues, didn’t think that’d be so soon.”

you loved the way he talked. so full of himself, but rightfully so. it made you want to test him.

“well i do have another problem, it’s just not with my car.”

“what is it then, doll?” he replies, slow and teasing. he knows, he has to. but he wants you to say it.

the throbbing between your legs grows, body reacting faster than you’re able to form words. you slid a hand under your pajamas.

“i want you. i’m.. horny.”

he clicked his tongue, not fully satisfied. “so what am i supposed to do about that?”

you began to feel shy. you’ve gotten this far yet you’re still becoming red in the cheeks, turning your phone away from your ear.

rafe answered on your behalf instead. “you want me to take care of you, is that it? relieve that ache in your tummy?”

“yes.” you breathed out with a whine.

“patience, sweetheart. i can already hear you gettin’ yourself all worked up.” he started to palm his hardened member through his briefs. “i’m gonna talk you through it.”

“okay.” you waited for him now, not daring to go further until he said so.

“rub yourself first, with your panties on. get ‘em so wet that you can’t wear them to bed tonight.”

you took off your pjs, the pads of your fingers running over your cotton panties until you found your clit, pressing on the swollen bud. the sensation made you gasp, so faint that only someone paying attention would be able to catch.

and he did.

you circled it faster, arousal pooling between your thighs and soaking the material. you fidgeted at your own touch.

“rafe..”

he started stroking himself on the other line. “do you normally get off on strangers talkin’ to you like this, hm? lettin’ them cum to your sweet lil’ voice over the phone?”

“nono, it’s just you.” you pulled your panties off all together, abandoning them somewhere on the floor.

“good. keep goin’, darlin’. use two fingers and take it.”

you dipped your middle and ring finger inside your soaping cunt, like it was crying for release. you pumped your wrist in desperation— so much to the point you couldn’t speak— just letting the sounds of plap plap plap echo in the phone for him to listen.

“i knew you were a bad girl from the moment i saw you. skimping around in that outfit earlier, your real lucky it was me who stopped for you.”

he had spit into his hand, jerking it in motions to match your speed. he was imagining himself bottoming out, his cock hitting your walls in a place he knew your small fingers couldn’t reach on their own. your moans continued to get louder.

“your daddy not home to hear you sluttin’ yourself out like this?”

“nuh uh.” you toss your head on your pillow, breathing in and out. “f-feels so good, fuck.”

you were rutting against the heel of your palm, biting down on the plush in attempts to hush yourself.

“then be louder, doll. don’t hold back— not with me.” he ran his thumb along his slit, lathering the head of precum around his head as felt himself get closer.

his orders went straight to your belly, the coil tightening to get ready to cum. “need you so bad, rafe.” you were stretching yourself so well, but not enough. you had to close your eyes— imagining that your fingers were his— rougher and more experienced to pound that spongy spot inside of you.

“i know, and i’ll have you soon, but right now i need you to let go down so i can too. you’ll do that for me, won’t you?”

he coaxed you so well, continuing to mumble praises into the mic until you reached your climax.

you curled the digits, crooking them just enough that you eventually snap— orgasm taking over you. you cried out, body trembling with shakes as you wound down.

he let out a groan as he came, covered in his own slick as he fisted himself alongside with you. hot, white ropes of cum across his toned abs.

“come by the shop tomorrow, it’s time for you to pay up.”

[lilyrayaya]

I had an idea when I saw your drawings of the past beats/fallen hero’s, the idea is mostly like an ancient beast swap, but instead of the beats actually corrupting they ask the witches for a new chance feeling they can’t take their roles anymore so that’s how they get into beast yeast into a slumber, and for most of the story in cookie run kingdom to stay the same but white lily is the first corrupted ancient only for the rest to follow so the soul jams could break and become purified and sending the ancients into a slumber as the beats wake from their slumber to see the destruction of earth bread, just an idea though, it could be explained or expanded on.

It feels like something highly unlikely with how devoted the fallen heroes are to their roles and duties. They'll be incredibly burnt out but they'll still do what they have to until everything breaks down completely. Buuttt, ,, I do really like the thought of ancients corrupting. Beast of Greed Golden Cheese Cookie my most beloved :heart:

Anywho. Go my yap blast!!!

I hope you don't mind I tweaked the ask a little to my liking

If the fallen heroes or. The Five Saviours as I call them in Past Beasts AU were to ever recline from their duties it would be somewhere at the start of their supposed corruption. They'd realise that... Well. Things aren't going nearly as they're supposed to. They're all weary and tired, their duties bore or disappoint them. They just... They need a break. Cookies are doing well, right? Nothing would happen if they left for a few years... After all, surely all this work they've done, it wouldn't be in vain! All of their teachings and guidance, Cookies have recorded all of it, to be passed on for eons to come!

So. They'd ask the Gods to have their rest. The souljams would likely stay with them, given that this power should NOT be just given around. And so would begin their break. If it comes around to the beasts, their sleep would last for at least an eon. They were assigned a specific place in the land of Beast-Yeast, where they rest their weary souls, guarded by the Faeries, destined to return when the world needs them most.

At some point, others would realise that Cookies... Well. They're not doing too well. Without the sudden guidance of the five saviours, the world would slowly begin to deteriorate. The Cookies have been incredibly reliant on their heroes, and without them the world becomes darker. Sure. The Five Saviours would try and prepare them for their absence, but seems like it wasn't enough after all. So, a decision would be made. To give the souljam to another set of five cookies. Ones worthy of their title of souljam bearers, the purest of the purest.

Pure Vanilla Cookie

White Lily Cookie

Dark Cacao Cookie

Hollyberry Cookie

Golden Cheese Cookie

They would be the ones to substitute for the slumbering Five Saviours. They would become the Five New Heroes. Bestowed with a part of the original souljams,

Light of Truth

Light of Freedom

Light of Resolution

Light of Passion

Light of Abundance

They would become the pillars that will now support the Cookiekind.

There.

Problem solved. The Cookies will no longer suffer! They've new heroes to rely on. Not the same, not nearly as influential, sure, but they'll be there to help.

Alas.

Even the purest of souls crumble when faced with such unimaginable power. One by one, they all began to corrupt. Apathy, Greed, Ignorance, Irrationality, Supremacy (Iiiiimmmm gonna have to work more on those. They're temporary for now.). The chosen ones have become fallen. They no longer obeyed to their duty, no longer were a support. They plunged the world into chaos and discord.

The light of freedom, White Lily Cookie, right before her imminent corruption, has split into two after a certain incident, one part of her remained pure, uncorrupt, while the other fell even lower. Alas, without her light, White Lily Cookie was unable to stay awake for the corruption of her dear friends.

One day, she will awaken, and with her, The Five Slumbering Saviours.

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Anyway sorry for all that yapping I got a little excited. Have a doodle

"I heard we have substitutes now, I wonder how they're doing..."

"... Oh!"

"Well that's not good."

[discordiansamba]

still rotating the aoex kyoto au. spinning it at high speeds, as one does. here are some more thoughts:

the first sympathetic face rin sees after he wakes up in confinement is torako who has basically just shoved her way in to deliver him a hot meal. rin is still trying to process everything he's learned in the past couple of hours, and eating is the last thing on his mind- but his stomach says otherwise.

rin doesn't even know if he wants to see anyone. sure, he didn't know anything, but he can't help but feel like he's been taking advantage of their kindness all these years. he's the son of satan! he doesn't know anyone in myoda who didn't lose someone on the blue night.

maybe this is fine, he thinks. he deserves to spend the rest of his life confined in this prison. he's a monster. it's only right.

when the inspector from the Vatican shows up, it really sinks into him what a big deal this is. this isn't just about Myoda. he's hated the world over. the inspector- shura- is apparently a disciple of his dad or something, and she tells him frankly that the Vatican will probably execute him.

he's so, so glad yukio and the others are gone right now.

(so imagine his shock when he hears they're back.)

he doesn't want to see them. not his friends, not yukio. he was still human when they left. he'd rather they remember him that way, rather than see him as a demon.

shura has a long talk with shiro before she even meets rin. he still hasn't been allowed to see him. he asks her to pass a message on to him. he's sorry for lying. he just wanted to let him live a human life for as long as possible.

the whole cram school class comes with yukio, suguro, shima and konekomaru, i think. definitely mephisto's influence. shiemi and izumo have definitely heard of yukio's twin brother before all this, but their first real impression is when they break him out of confinement to help with the impure king.

it's not the greatest first impression. rin's been in there for at least two or three days. he's still wearing his pajamas. hasn't bathed in a hot minute. but this is also the first time yukio and his friends have seen rin since they've returned to kyoto, and to say they're shocked is an understatement.

look. it's one thing to hear that rin is a demon. it's another thing to see it. but there's no way to overlook the ears, teeth and especially not the tail, not when they've known him all their lives.

rin fully expects that they'll hate them. that they'll be afraid of him. after all, isn't suguro's goal to defeat satan? well here! i'm his son! why don't you use me as a practice round or something?

suguro slugs him good for that. don't you ever fucking imply that again, rin. i'm not going to turn on a friend over something so small!

and hey! it works to snap rin out of his funk. which is great, because they kind of need his help!

(yukio gets to talk to shiro directly, and predictably gets very angry with him. if rin is the son of satan, a demon, what the hell does that make him? why didn't you say anything to me?

not to be left out, ryuuji also joins the 'getting really mad at your father' club.)

shortly after they arrive, the right eye of the impure king is stolen- and they learn that while they were distracted with (gestures at rin) the left eye was also stolen from the deep keep at true cross academy.

so now myoda is reeling from the shock that rin is the son of satan, and that mamushi has turned traitor and stolen the right eye. it just gets worse from there when they learn that the impure king has revived.

rin basically has to speedrun basic mastery of his flames, but protecting his home and all of his loved ones turns out to be really great motivation for that- especially for someone like rin. after all, even when he was freaking out and panicking, he didn't burn his father, right?

the events between tatsuma and todo remain unchanged, but shiro's the one who fights todo in the forest. he has no idea rin's on the mountain with them until its literally engulfed in blue flame.

(he can hear satan laughing in his head- until the blue flames pass over shiro harmlessly, and then suddenly he's very quiet.)

in the end, the Vatican decides to let rin live- on the condition that he becomes an exorcist. rin says goodbye to his home in kyoto, and heads to true cross academy with everyone.

if you think for one second he's not as annoying about tokyo tower as he is about kyoto tower in canon well. you'd be wrong. he's endured a world shattering revelation about his heritage, survived a life or death scenario, got a stay of execution, but what he really wants to do is go up tokyo tower.

yukio, suguro, konekomaru and shima all share a dorm room together. rin gets exiled to the old men's dorm by himself. it's okay. those four are around so often they might as well live there themselves.

rin: huh? I have to go to actual school too? that wasn't part of the deal!

love the idea of kuro just. lounging around the okumura household as a regular housecat, which is what rin thinks he is. so imagine rin's confusion when kuro shows up in the mountains and he has two tails and he can hear him talk now and then he turns GIANT.

suguro: ...wait. did you not know kuro was your father's familiar?

rin: apparently not!!!!

[cwritesforfun]

Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader: Bodyguard AU

You're a successful lead singer of a pop x alternative band. Recently, there was a need to strengthen security. Rafe is your assigned bodyguard.

Y/N = Your First Name L/N = Your Last Name

*I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters. The plot is completely different here!

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Y/N's POV

You've been on tour for six weeks with Rafe by your side. He had successfully intercepted everything thrown at you on stage, from bras to condoms. He had managed to keep fans close but not too close. Your food was tested for poison, and he even would take a bite first to make sure it was all okay. He always had your back.

You were finally in New York City with a night off from performing. You were planning to sleep in, go to the hotel spa, and just relax. Your body and mind were tired.

You exit your room and see Rafe standing there. You exclaim, "Morning, Mr. Cameron." He smiles and replies, "Morning Miss L/N`." You reply, "You can just call me Y/N today. It's my day off." He smiles and follows you to the elevator.

You walk up to the spa, and the receptionist asks, "Hello, welcome to the Right Mind Spa. How may I help you both?" You answer, "Yes, hi, I'm Y/N L/N, and I'm checking in for my facial." The receptionist replies, "Great, we have you all checked in. You may wait in the lobby, and we'll call you back when it's time." You nod, take a seat, and open your book.

You glance up at Rafe, who is watching everyone intensely. He really takes his job seriously. I mean, it was a day off for you. But I guess bad things can happen anytime. God, I should knock on wood to not jinx myself. But also, Rafe is really hot.

The esthetician is named Ruby, and she leads you back to a room. You walk in first, and Ruby says, "Whoa, not so fast, big guy. You'll have to wait out here." You say, "It's okay, Rafe. Just wait outside. If anything's wrong, just knock first then open the door." He nods and places his back next to the door.

Ruby shuts the door and says, "Your boyfriend or guard or whatever is very serious." You reply, "Yeah, he really is. Sorry about that." She replies, "I have you down for just a classic facial, is that right?" You nod and reply, "Yes, ma'am."

The facial goes off without a hitch. You're glad.

The rest of your day off involves you convincing Rafe to eat with you at lunch in your room, then you let him leave because he seems stressed not watching the door. You watch movies and call friends the rest of the day.

Another two weeks of tour pass and you get closer to Rafe. You try to get him to open up since you two spend so much time together. He even lets out a smile once or twice. It's nice to see. He has a pretty smile.

Something is off on your day off, but no one will tell you what. Rafe just commands that you stay in your hotel room all day with him inside and another guard stationed outside. You try pushing him to ask why, but he tells you that it's better for you to not know yet. But it's your life and it makes you frustrated.

The next day, you notice amped up security, and you try not to panic. You try to ask your band what is happening, and they don't know either.

You get ready for your concert like nothing is wrong and try to de-stress with your hype music.

The concert begins, and you yell into the microphone, "HELLO, LOS ANGELES! How are we doing tonight?" Everyone screams, and you scan the audience. You see so many happy faces and a few off-putting ones. Huh.

You shake it off and continue your concert.

Rafe's POV

Y/N is off tonight. She occasionally goes off-key, and she never is. I know how much tonight means to her and her band, everyone who is everyone is in Los Angeles here tonight.

I race backstage, where I know Y/N is changing. I find her and see her pacing before her entrance. I place my hands on her arms. She flinches slightly but relaxes when she realizes it's me, then says, "What's going on?" I ask, "I could ask you the same thing. You're off-key. What's wrong?" She answers, "Just some fans looking off in the audience. Just look stage left, please. But be discreet." I nod and say, "Take a deep breath. I'll make sure you're safe." She nods, takes a deep breath, and then heads on stage.

I alert my team, and they start searching around stage left. Meanwhile, I stand right in front of the stage looking as well.

It all happens so quickly.

One minute, I'm looking at people. The next I hear blood-curdling screams in the audience. I immediately hop on stage and run towards Y/N. My hand has only just grabbed her side when I hear her say, "Rafe. Catch me." I looked down and saw blood pouring out of her chest. I sweep her off her feet as she starts to fall, and I run with her down the emergency entrance.

I yell, "Call 911 and get help here now!" I hope someone heard me.

I rip my jacket off, then my shirt, before holding it down on her side. Y/N looks at me through her heavy eyelids and says, "Thanks, Rafe." I say, "Come on, Y/N. Stay with me, okay? You'll be okay." She replies, "I just feel really sleepy, Rafe." I hear an ambulance from far away and say, "Stay with me, just for a bit longer. Help is on the way. Um did I ever tell you about my favorite song of yours?" She replies, "I thought you had never heard my music before you took the job. You lied." I reply, "Yeah, sorry for that. I um... I love your band and your music. I've been a fan since your first album, Hollow Heart. I even went to a concert on the Hollow Heart tour. I saw you in Ohio, and you were phenomenal. You have always had the best stage presence. I'm so proud of you." I see her faintly smile as I look up to see the ambulance pulling up. Paramedics hop out of the ambulance and immediately take care of Y/N. I get in the ambulance with them and hold her hand. Her heart sputters a little. I want her to live. I need her to live.

We arrive at a hospital where they take her immediately to surgery. A nurse tells me where the bathroom is and hands me an extra white shirt to throw on since I'm covered in blood. I go rinse my hands and slide it on.

I wait and pace in the waiting room.

I called the rest of the security and made sure everything was controlled. I also made sure everyone else, from her fans to her band, was okay. I called Y/N's mom and told her what happened, too.

A nurse calls me over to tell me that Y/N is out from surgery and okay. If the bullet had hit her any lower, she would have died upon impact. Thank goodness.

I sit by Y/N's bedside, holding her hand as she sleeps. I lay my head down on the bed next to our hands and nap.

When I wake up, I see Y/N's mom reading a book in the chair on the other side of the room. I let go of Y/N's hand and say, "Miss L/N, I'm so glad you're here. You should take my seat. She probably will need her mom when she wakes up." Miss L/N replies, "Thank you, honey. I can watch her if you want to go home and shower. I appreciate you for doing such a great job at keeping her safe. She would be dead if it weren't for you." I reply, "But I failed her. She got hit." She takes my hands gently and says, "Sweetheart, those men… those awful men had their sights set on her. There was no way to prevent it—no one could have seen it coming. Please don’t blame yourself. She’s alive, she’s safe, and that’s because of you. You made sure she could keep making music and bringing light to the world. Thank you." I reply, "I see why Y/N loves you. And I see where she gets her light." She pulls me into a hug and says, "Thank you, darling. Now go clean up. Give me your number, and I'll call you about any changes." I nod.

I leave the hospital in a taxi and take it to the hotel. I clean off then meet up with the rest of security.

3 Days Later... Y/N's POV

You woke up the day after Rafe left. Your mom told you how he had stayed with you the whole time and how he blamed himself.

You also learned from the police about the gang who shot you. They told you that 2 of your other band members sustained minor injuries, and some fans died while some were injured. You felt horrible.

You're driven to your home in Los Angeles. You're told by your mom that your band postponed the rest of the tour.

When you arrive home, you notice different security members. You ask, "Where's Mr. Cameron? I thought he was my assigned guard." One of the guards says, "He asked to be reassigned." You reply, "Call him up and tell him that he needs to quit in person." The guard nods.

You head inside with help from your mom, and you lay on your bed. You take a nap, and you notice it's dark when you wake up. You slowly get up, go the bathroom, then head downstairs because you're hungry. You walk slowly and see Rafe talking to your mom in the living room. He's here. He really showed up. You exclaim, "Rafe?" He quickly turns to you, rushes to your side, and says, "What are you doing up? You need to be resting. You'll pop your stitches." You answer, "I was hungry." Your mom says, "I'll make us some dinner. Rafe, be a dear and help her back to her bed. It's the first door on the right upstairs." Rafe turns to you and says, "I'm going to pick you up, okay?" You nod, and he slips his arms around you. He picks you up like you weigh nothing and seems to treat you like a delicate flower.

Rafe places you on the bed, and you say, "Rafe, please sit. We need to talk." He moves to sit on the chair by your desk, and you quickly say, "Can you sit at the edge of my bed? It's hard to turn my head and look at you over there." He moves back to the bed and sits on the edge as if ready to run when he tells you that he quits. You notice him cross his arms and glance at you before you say, "You're hovering weirdly." He shrugs and says, "I'm not getting too close. I’m just making sure you’re okay." You smile softly and say, "I’m okay." He shakes his head and replies, "No. You’re not. And that’s on me." You say, "Rafe—" He interrupts you with a sharp exhale and says, "I failed you, Y/N. That guy hit you. You got hurt. That’s not supposed to happen." You reply, "It wasn’t your fault—" He interrupts, "It was my job to stop it." You reply, "And you did. You got to me in seconds." He clinches his jaw and says, "Seconds are too long when it comes to you."

A silence stretches between us. Rafe looks away, his fists tightening at his sides. I watch him carefully.

You exclaim, "You’re thinking about quitting on me and getting reassigned, aren't you?" Rafe quietly answers, "I already made up my mind." You softly reply, "No." He sighs and says, "Y/N—" You reply, "No. I won’t let you." He frustratedly says, "You think this is easy for me? Watching you risk yourself every time you step outside? Knowing I might not be enough to keep you safe?" You reply, "You are enough." He shakes his head and says, "I can’t—" You reply, "You can’t leave me."

Rafe finally looks at you. There’s something raw in his eyes, something he’s been holding back for too long. You wonder what it is.

Rafe says in a low voice, "You don’t get it, do you? It’s not just about the job anymore. It hasn’t been for a long time." Your breath catches, and you mutter, "...Rafe." He replies in a soft but firm tone, "If something happened to you, Y/N… I wouldn’t survive it."

You crawl slowly over the bed, closing the space between you two. Your fingers graze his hand, tentative but deliberate.

You say, "Then stay. Not because it’s your job. Because it’s me." Rafe exhales sharply, like he's been holding his breath for years. His resolve wavers—just for her. Rafe hoarsely lets out, "You’re making this impossible." You smile softly and say, "Good. Because I don’t want to do this without you."

Your eyes lock, the unspoken words lingering in the air between them. And for the first time, Rafe thinks—maybe he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

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let me know if you want a part two because I want to write one lol

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[justv0id]

Queen Mother Danny Vlad???

I see a lot of people lumping Mother!Danny + King!Danny together, but what if I put Vlad in his place?

Enjoy my madness!

(And this AU of mine also serves as a prompt, so you can write a fic using my post as a base if you give me credit, oh, and tag me too please, I'll love reading what you write, the more the better!)

So many things happened in a period of time that was way too small for everything.

Because of the GIW's influence, the children of Amity Park were handed over to the government by their own parents.

Everyone in that damned hell of a city was Liminal to some degree, but the children were too much ecto-contaminated.

Too much for the government to consider them human anymore.

Too much to be treated like children.

More than enough to be treated like monsters.

More than enough to be treated as experiments.

Objects.

Not sapient

Not human.

Not anymore.

Vlad was slowly redeeming himself with the Dannies and Team Phantom before all this, Jazz was happy to be able to get a lot of psychology experience in a therapy routine with him, let's just say that his harmfull stalker/psychopath obsession was treated and reversed into a healthy ghost obsession.

He even started to get attached to them+the Casper High kids, since it was an open secret at the school that the Fenton guy was the hero Phantom, and they were part of Team Phantom Extended.

Without him and the children realizing, they all ended up forming a Fraid, becoming interconnected. You could call it... Found Family, but they won't(Yet).

So imagine what it was like for Vlad when he simply knew that each of the children was feeling such a pain. A pain so strong, so nauseating, so paralyzing like THIS?

He didn't even think twice, he just transformed and went straight to the GIW's main base, massacring any agent he found.

And, Vlad may have seen and done some very disgusting and/or evil things to get his fortune or whatever, but when he saw the state the children were in, instantly knowing everything that had happened to them, it took a lot of his power to stay strong and not vomit until he spat out his own organs.

GIW owes it the audacity to pursue a project to induce the children to become halfas, forcing them to undergo several painful near-death experiences while bathed in ectoplasm, just eight kids managed to survive and become halfas, all the other children from the entire city of Amity Park died in the experiments, only eleven remained counting with the Dannies, only eleven, all the others ARE DEATH

How could they do this to children!?

How could they do this to THEIR OWN CHILDREN!?

HOW DARE YOU THEY DO THIS TO HIS THE CHILDREN!?

TO HIS CHILDREN

HIS FRAID

His babys

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In an instant, all 30 agents and scientists in the wing were torn apart and dismembered by a feral, savage Vlad, bent on revenge.

But he had to control himself, he needs to take care of his the kids first.

He headed for the ecto tank closest to him, shattering the reinforced glass with a punch and hugging Dan's unconscious body as the ectoplasm contained within spilled onto the floor.

"D-Dan, badger, come on, wake up-" He hated how shaky his voice sounded, he needed to take care of the children, he couldn't even think about being vulnerable right now. "Dan, please, please" But he couldn't help but grow more and more worried as the seconds passed.

The boy from the future coughed several times, spitting out green as he slowly opened his eyes. "O-old man?" Dan questioned hoarsely. "W-What the fuck a-are you doing here!- You n-need to l-leave-" He growled, trying to sit up, but failing 'cause of his weak, battered, and malnourished body.

Vlad just pulled the boy closer, rubbing circles on his back. "No, I'm going to get you out of here, all of you, it's going to be okay-" It won't, but he wants and needs to find a way, he can feel that Dan's body is going to melt from destabilization soon, and the other kids' bodies will do the same if they get out of the tanks, what can he do to stop that from happening?

He cannot fail them.

He can't leave them alone!

HE CAN'T ABANDON THEM! Not like Jack and Maddie did to him!

Vlad blinks twice as a neon green note appears before his eyes.

incubating will help, sorry I can't say anything more than that. —CW

Incubate? What does that mean-

oh.

Oh.

He turned to Dan, holding his shoulders. "Dan, you need to pull yourself into your core." The young man looked at him in confusion. "W-why the h-hell-" his indignation was interrupted by another bout of coughing, green and red dripping from his lips. "Calm down, it'll be okay, I promise, I'll take care of all of you." Vlad comforted, steadying Dan's shoulders.

"You-" He spat between coughs, eyes widening with silent realization. "No! *cooff* Y-You can't do that! T-There are *cooff* too many of us! It'll drain you too much!" The coughing got worse as he forced himself to raise his voice.

Vlad sighed, pulling the boy even closer to his chest. "Dan, please, it's the only way, I'll be fine." He tried to convince him, but Dan's narrowed gaze proved it wasn't working. "Badger, you've only been stable this far cuz you're a mix of the strength of two, the others won't last nearly as long, there's nothing else we can do, please, just retreat into your core so I can get you out of here, please, please..."

The younger tried to open his mouth to protest, but only more coughing, green and red came out. He buried his face in Vlad's neck, breathing hard and shaking. "D-don't you dare die and leave us..." He growled, hands gripping tightly onto the older man. "I would never do that, badger..." Vlad replied in a soft tone, a small, weak smile curling his lips.

Dan's body shrank, finally retracting into the core, Vlad then placed him inside, standing up and moving on to the next tank.

Danny was as battered and malnourished as Dan, his body shaking as he coughed and his eyes flew open. "V-Vlad...!?" He asked scaredly in a weak voice. "It's going to be okay little badger, I'll take care of everything, I just need you to retreat into your core okay? I'll help you with that..." He explained in a calm voice, rubbing circles on his back.

His eyes were filled with pain and worry as he pulled closer. "But..." he tried to protest. "It'll be okay, please, Daniel." He begged, knowing he'd convinced Danny when he sighed. "Just be careful..." He begged, as he followed Vlad's unspoken instructions on how to retract into the core.

Sam and Tucker managed to wake, but they were too weak to speak. And the others were not as strong as the four to wake up or speak.

But one way or another, Vlad placed each of their cores inside himself to protect them.

A bit of the consequences were immediate, with the slight dizziness he felt, 11 cores + his was a lot.

Shaking off the discomfort, he used intangibility to leave the base, but not before making sure that when he left, the place exploded.

Now he just needed to go to Fentonworks, the portal in his mansion was deactivated, so he needed to get to the Fentons' laboratory to go to the 'Zone, and he would still have to make sure that the portal disappeared too.

There was little left, just a little.

He carefully descended the basement steps, stopping in shock when he came across Maddie and Jack, armed and performing an experiment. They were so relaxed after handing over their children to GIW and persuading everyone else to do the same thing huh?

Guns were pointed at him in an instant. "You! Damned ghost! You'll pay for possessing Vladdie's body and helping your ward do the same to Danny!" Jack exclaimed, fingers on the trigger.

"We'll make sure to give you a second painful death!" Maddie said right after.

Vlad sighed deeply, he couldn't deal with this anymore, these pathetic, idiotic, stupid speeches.

Annoying

Yet...

Dangerous.

Dangerous for him.

Dangerous for the children.

TOO dangerous for his taste.

He barely blinked when he found himself stained with a lot of red and some green.

He barely paid attention to the blood-soaked lab.

He barely cared about the two mutilated corpses on the floor. Liar, you're screaming in the inside.

Vlad just gathered a bag with things they would need and Fenton tech, walking slowly towards the portal, programming it to self-destruct as soon as he passed through. Not really caring if in theory this will cause this world to collapse, this place no longer matters, it is no longer their home.

He set foot in the Ghost Zone before falling to his knees, exhausted, barely noticing Clockwork and Danny's Ex(?)-Rogues around him.

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Soft, warm fabric protects his body from a gentle cold wind, red, droopy eyes open slowly, analyzing the place where he is.

He knows this place, Danny and Jazz brought him here when they realized that his obsession was not only harmful to outsiders, but also to his own health.

It's Frostbite's Lair, and the said Yeti doctor who was arranging some medicines, stopped and approached the bed where Vlad is when noticed him awake.

"Hello, Vlad, welcome back. Are you feeling any immediate pain or discomfort?" The ghost doctor asked, already holding a blue clipboard. He took notes when Vlad muttered under his breath, "No, just... exhausted."

The Yeti nodded, putting the clipboard aside. "I see, well, it's an impressively good result since you're carrying eleven extra cores, one of them being from the new king, but you'll still need regular checks to keep it stable like this, it's a miracle. By the way, congratulations on your maternity." Vlad blinked once, twice, three times, and still needed a few more seconds to process this spit of information.

"I-I beg your pardon...?" Vlad half-stood before a fluffy hand with claws gently placed him back down. "Hold on, until further tests you need to remain lying down." The Yeti explained softly. "And I said, that you'll still need to have regular check-ups-" Vlad interrupted him with a raised hand. "That I understand, but what the hell did you mean by 'one of them being from the new king' when you talked about the children's cores!?"

Frostbite seemed to think for a moment, scratching the back of his head. "Ah, yes, I forgot that you haven't been properly introduced to ghost culture." He coughed into his hand. "As you know, ghosts socialize through fighting, and sometimes through their obsessions, but more commonly through battle.

And when Paria Dark was awakened, Danny technically challenged him to a combat, and Pariah technically accepted, and lost, and cause of that, the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage deemed him worthy of taking the position of Ghost King. Or more specifically, the position of High King of the Infinite Realms. Since that's the official name of the 'Zone, if you remember." Frostbite reached a hand up to close Vlad's dropped jaw.

Vlad shook his head violently. "But he's a child! He's barely 15 years old! And in ghost years it's even worse! Because he's technically 1-2!" He held his head in his hands, nearly pulling his hair out just thinking about the implications of this.

He wasn't a super expert on history, but he knew that usually when there was a king who was too young, he was used as a puppet by others, and Vlad would never, ever let anyone use any of his kids again, not even if it was the Observants or some supernatural eldritch bastard, never again, never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER-

A gentle hand on his shoulder brought Vlad out of his little meltdown. "We know, Vlad, and that's why CW proposed to the Observants that you be his regent."

"Excuse me?" The halfa questioned. "But- I'm not cut out for this-" The mix of anger and protectiveness was replaced by confusion and insecurity. "W-Why? Why me? I'm pretty sure I don't deserve all that trust..."

"You underestimate yourself too much, Valdimir. You have the potential to be Daniel's regent now that you treated the past toxic obsession, as you should be." Another very familiar voice says in front of the door to Frostbite's lair. "Clockwork..." Vlad muttered and frowned. "Are you ever going to stop being enigmatic, not even a little bit?" He grumbled.

The time ancient chuckled, his form changing from an old man to a baby. "Relax, until the children are stable, it will be best to avoid stress." He informed. "So until then, you can take a nice vacation in a non-consequences dimension. Fright Knight may accompany you as an extra measure of care." Vlad felt like he didn't have the option to say no.

Whether it was Frostbite's overwhelming look of concern, or Clockwork's 'Just try to deny it and you'll see' look, he wasn't going to think about it too much. Snorting, he just nodded and sank deeper into the warm blankets of the bed he was lying on.

It seems that this was enough to satisfy the now young man, who walked away leaving him alone with the Yeti.

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With the help of Technus, Johnny and Skulker, Vlad managed to build an alternative and improved version of the Specter Speeder, and now that everything was ready, he and Fred — He refused to keep calling him Fright Knight all the time, and if this dimension really is like CW explained, it'll be better this way — can now leave the Ghost Zone.

With a sigh and a slight smile, he waved one last time to the others before getting into the Speeder, Fred right behind, and then set off on their journey to a new world.

Vlad looked at her through the Speeder window, thoughtful. His somewhat prolonged stay in the 'Zone, along with the power bust that comes with being the regent, plus the children's cores, had affected his appearance. Both human and ghost forms.

His ghost form grew in size, his hair grew to hiz shoulders, and now the 'horns' that the hairstyle formed were real, His eyes were now not a complete red, his iris remained a bloody red, but the sclera had darkened to pitch black, and his nails turned into real claws that darkened as they went down.

His human form also grew, but not as much as his ghost form, his slender form gained some muscles, his ears grew longer like his ghost form, his fangs were also transferred, and his blue eyes glowed a bit. And of course, a slight pregnant belly in both forms because of the cores.

There weren't many changes, but they were quite visible, he just hoped it wouldn't attract trouble. That was why CW sent them to this place, right? Since there were these types of people called 'Metas' who had unusual traits, and unlike his home world, they were protected by the law, not hunted.

"My queen, we have arrived." Fred said, and he blinked a little to bring his mind back to reality, gosh, it had been years since he dissociated, not since he got out of the hospital at least, but lately he's been doing it a lot. And of course Fred had to call him queen, everyone was calling him that, urgh!

Nodding, Vlad stood up to grab the bag, but a hand pulled the bag before him. "Let me carry the weight for you." Said the knight, and the other could only snort and cross his arms, his stay in the 'Zone was enough time for him to learn that this damn guy was almost impossible to convince, so he saved mental strength, but only because of the children!

Getting out of the Speeder, Fred activated one of the options that were added for convenience. Shrink. This way the speeder became miniature, and if they needed it, they could take it anywhere and go unnoticed, more or less.

Vlad took a moment to analyze the human disguise CW gave Fred; dark skin, long braided hair, purple eyes, and a build similar to his real form, but more realistic to human anatomy.

Sighing again, he followed the knight out of the open field into the forest, heading towards the city closest to his arrival point, Gotham City, if he remembered correctly what Clockwork had said.

But he was soon stopped by a hand on his shoulder, Fred pulled him back from his form protectively. "Get out of where you are." He declared, and with a rustle, a man dressed in blue with a red cape approached and... was that underwear over his pants? Ah, he remembers him, Superman, a hero of this world, what a great moment. Huh.

O dito herói levantou as mãos em um sinal universal de rendição/paz. "Relaxe, não quero fazer mal! Eu sou o Superman! E... uh, bem-vindo à Terra? Eu sou um herói, posso ajudar você se precisar..." Ele ofereceu sem jeito. E o que ele quis dizer com Bem-vindo à Terra? Ele achava que eles eram alienígenas? Bem, faria sentido, dada a aparência deles e o Speeder que, honestamente, parecia muito com uma nave espacial, especialmente esta versão melhorada.

Mas as palavras do kryptoniano não foram o suficiente para o cavaleiro, que convocou sua espada e apontou para ele. "Eu não me importo com quem você é ou o que você é, não ouse se aproximar da rainha, e nós não precisamos da sua ajuda!" Ele rosnou adversamente. Vlad o teria repreendido por ser tão rude, mas uma dor de repente o atingiu. "Urgh...!" Ele agarrou sua cabeça e estômago, ótimo, ele pode acabar vomitando agora.

And apparently his squeal of pain made the knight's attention shift completely from the hero to him. "Your majesty!" He exclaimed worriedly, his hands hovering over his shoulders. "I'm fine, just...nausea. It was expected in my condition." Vlad muttered, rubbing his aching stomach for a bit.

From the Kryptonian's shocked expression, it can be assumed that with his super hearing he heard Vlad's murmur and put the pieces together.

Without leaving much time for reaction, Fred picks up Vlad with an ease that hurts the remaining ego that the former millionaire had, and moves away from Superman using invisibility and intangibility to disappear from his radar.

And that's it for now! I squeezed every drop of creativity I could out of this creative block, and this is what came out.

So new i come here to put extra content for this AU, and I intend to at least try to continue.

For Vlad's ghost appearance, I was thinking a mix of those

But instead of magenta on the hands, it's red, and the hair a little longer, while the horns smaller.

In human appearance

The fangs are also ghost shaped. And the ears a bit longer.

In the case of the Fright Knight, now named Fred, I was thinking of his human disguise looking like this

But instead of that gold in his hair, it's purple, and his ears are a little smaller. I was also thinking of a skin tone a little darker than the guy in the first photo with purple eyes.

I'll see if I can bribe Vall or one of the girls to draw their design for this AU.

Byebyeee guys!

[vulpixisananimal]

Bayard: What are you doing over here?! Bad dog! Go find Mira!

[Featuring characters and writing from @cyten0 Symphony in Crimson AU] [Sometime after A:4 C:68]

(Bayard)

(Where? Not camp. Where are friends? Where is the Star? And little pup?)

(Voice says find the flowery one. Good idea! She knows things.)

(Your sense of scent is already strong, a thing you love of being this. But there is a town nearby. Lot’s of smells. You think you smell them somewhere in there. But just scent would take long. And you don’t want friends worried! Especially the pup!)

(Hearing would work. You know their voices. And maybe the star’s eyes too. You do as the star taught you. And change yourself a bit.)

(Bigger ears, the better to hear them. Star-like eyes, the better to see them with. You feel the star’s blessing shift and move beneath your skin, moving as you ask.)

(There. Now, off we go!)

(You bound into town, searching. Many voices, none match. Scent is this way. You think you forgot something, people seem scared. But you can ask when you find your friends!)

(There! A nice house, you see the flowery one ◉! You bound up, Hello friend!)

◉ “Wah!! What the-” (The flowery one seems surprised to see you. Hm. Flowery one doesn’t smell as flowery. And seems smaller?)

(A person of mint ▽ walks over from the garden. They are also taken aback.)

[▽]“Oh uh. That’s… That’s a giant wolf monster. Okay. Uh. Any ideas Mirabelle?”

◉ “I am just as confused as you!”

(Giant? Oh! You forgot! You were big to help move the cart! No wonder people were scared!)

(You focus on the Star’s blessing. And feel it shift and move again, making you smaller and smaller. Until you are the right size! There! Not scary!)

[▽]“Oh, shapeshifting? Interesting! Wonder what this ‘Star’s blessing’ is?”

(Oh, mint one can hear your thoughts? Neat!)

(Flowery one seems confused? Maybe she’s not flowery one. But looks just like her?)

◉ “You can hear their thoughts?”

[▽] “Yeah, they seem nice. And know you somehow?”

(Hm. Well, you smell others like friends inside the house! You head in, though the flowery and mint ones seem confused. Oh well!)

(Inside, you see several familiar faces, looking at you, seemingly not as familiar. The strong one, the little pup, and someone who looks like the star? You tilt your head at that one. They don’t smell or feel like the Star. But you feel something like them? How very strange.)

(Oh well. Little pup ✿ looks like they need comfort. You walk over to them, and pick them up by their collar, taking them from the chair and plopping them on the floor. You then lay down next to them. You are much more comfy than a chair.)

✿ “...What the crab?”

(The strong one ▲ seems confused.)

▲ “Hey, Bonbon. You uh. Know that wolf?”

✿ “Course I don’t, Za… But they are very soft so it doesn’t matter.”

(The Not-Star 𝄞 seems similarly confused.)

|𝄞| “Oh… as long as they are friendly.”

▲ “Jealous, Asterion?”

(Oh, the Flowery one has followed you in!)

◉ “Um, is the- Oh, okay! That… that works?”

|𝄞| “Ah, hello. Do you know what is going on?”

◉ “No???”

(You hear someone come down the stairs. A woman resembling the little pup appears. How nice! Oh. But she seems upset?)

(The big pup ❁ grabs the little pup away from you!)

❁ “WHAT the crab?! Why was Bonnie in the clutches a freaky weird-eye’d black wolf?!?”

✿ “Hey, I was getting comfy!”

❁ “Bonnie, there is NO way that is safe!!”

(Oh, Big pup seems to need comfort too! You make yourself extra big and curl around them both. Big pup seems confused, so you put a paw on her head and push her down to sit. There! Now they are both comfy!)

|𝄞| “Did... it just turn giant?”

▲ “And forced Nille into the cuddle pile… I think you both have been adopted.”

◉ “Am I hallucinating? What is happening here?”

✿ “Fluffy… Crab yeah.”

(You relax on the ground, the two pups laying against you. You suppose you can wait here until whatever is going on gets handled.) >>>

(As you rest, a few minutes pass while the others discuss you. The mint one studies you more as well, but you don’t mind. It reminds you of the Smart one. Also, something about the Not-star changed too. They seem more dramatic now!)

(And then you feel something! You look towards a spot on the wall. Dark, fanged tendrils seem to emerge from the air itself, prying forth. Bubbles star to form in the space around the point until-)

✦ “There’s Bayard!”

⍚ “Indeed. Kindly, help me open the rift a bit wider?”

(You see a little gap start to form. And on the other side... Oh! There is the Star! And a different flowery one, but this one smells right! As well as the camp!)

[𝄞] “Oh stars, what chaos is happening now?”

(As they slowly wrestle the whole wider, much to the confusion of the others, you notice another person heading down the stairs. The Smart one ◆ looks upon the room, very confused.)

◆ “… Gem’s alive, I take a break for ten minutes-”

✦ “Oh um… Sorry for the trouble! We’ll be gone in just a bit!”

◉ “Thank you uh. Other Siffrin? And… Other Me?”

⍚ “Ah, apologies for the trouble. Expression of Travel here, taking over for Mirabelle. We just needed to retrieve our friend. Unsure how they hopped realities in the first place, but oh well.”

✦ “Wait, Siffrin? They didn’t die in this reality?”

(Hm. All the people got very quiet all of a sudden?)

[𝄞] “… Would you elaborate?”

✦ “A-actually. I don’t think I will…”

[𝄞] “Blinding!-”

[▽] “W-who- w-what, are you-”

✦ “Hey, Bayard! Rift is open enough, hop through!”

(Oh! Okay, time to go back now. You give a gentle bump with your nose to both big pup and little pup, and then get up and hop through!)

(What a fun day!)

>>> <<<

(Ramos) [Alex] |Jasmine| <Altiare> {Nihil}

[Your head was pounding. You had been working hard to hone your mind reading to not ambiently look into the thoughts of others, but you were in no way prepared for THIS!!! You shut your eyes tightly, trying to sort your own thoughts, your parties, and the duplicate Mirabelle and Siffrin.]

[You breathe in, and out.]

[You were tuned out of the conversation, focusing only on those thoughts. With your thirst for knowledge as the fuel, you opened an eye to look at the two, and started to charge through their thoughts. Sorting them one by-)

⍫ (Curious, the execution is similar, yet the result in this reality is much more potent. Tell me, mind craft has come quite far in this reality, has it not?)

[You sharply inhale. The voice boomed in your ears louder than any thunderclap. It was one that felt powerful, knowledgeable, godlike in comparison. It felt of home, and it felt- STARS, answer the question. I, ha, well you’re asking the wrong person, whoever you are. You’d want that asshole, Perci.]

⍫ (Ah, the Historians? Oh of course he would be causing issues here as well.)

[Who are you anyway! Your thoughts are coming from the other Mirabelle, I hear others, too, so-]

⍫ (Ah but of course, my theology never came to light in this reality, no? If I were to hazard a guess, it would be the Shining One who would be in my place.)

[In your place- Stars above! You mentally stagger. You’re-]

⍫ (Yes yes now let’s move on-)

⍚ (We do not have time for this, let us retrieve Bayard and return.) 

[The second voice was just as intimidating as the first! You-]

“Wait, Siffrin? They didn’t die in this reality?”

[The caucus of thoughts were rendered silent by that one statement. Every person in that room had the same thought, except for two. The second Mirabelles, and the second Siffrins. The latter, however, drew your mind in like a moth to a flame. It, was-]

✦ (A pair of glowing red eyes look back at you, surrounded by tendrils and teeth in a vaguely human shape, a red and white star in it's chest. It's not human. Why. You can't stand looking at it. It's wrong. It's wrong it's wrong it's wrong it's wrong-)

✦ (You begin clawing at your body. Carving it into shape, even as it hurts. You feel it growing back, but you keep molding it. You grow skin, morph bone matter to cling to, and prune it into the right form. Still wrong, you can feel it underneath, those memories don't have that, you don't want the monster ones! 

✦ (You want the human ones!!)

✦ (You want Siffrin's!!!)

You stare stunned at the duo. Your mouth moves before your brain. “W-who- w-what, are you-

“Hey, Bayard! Rift is open enough, hop through!”

Before you can process it, the hound bounds through the rift in space, and it shuts tightly. Your head is spi{nning. Mind. Struggling to compartmentalize strong memory. You take it. Hold it close. You remember. Remember strange thing. Remember Mirabelle. Remember Expression. Remember Dragon. Remember Siffrin. Remember Fantasia. Remember.} 

{Hide memories, keep safe, for now. It will only confuse. If needed, you’ll bring back. But for now, rest. You have a headache.}

[skittlesking]

truth and misunderstanding. sure Nightmare is there for a reason, but he still wants to connect with his brother. Dream doesn't have faith that Nightmare would want to see him for any other reason than help

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

heyy luv, i was wondering if you'd ever write something for toji! i enjoy your writings a lot, seeing him written by you would 100% heal me. much love xx

~ nunnie nun nun <33

HELLO LOVELY LOVELY ANON <33333 thank you sm!!!! i’m so happy you enjoy it!!!!!!! 🥺🥺

as for toji!!!!!! i have two toji fics in my wips rn, and i’m super excited to write them!!! toji is one of my absolute favorite jjk characters but i feel like it’s not obvious because i … don’t talk abt him that often. lmao. and i’m not really attracted to him in the way i am with stsg, so !!!! the fics i want to write for him aren’t very romantic!!!! i just can’t see him that way :’3 i have one platonic fic planned, and then another one that’s a little more romantic-leaning…? but still more character-focused than anything.

anyway since you gave me the opportunity!!! i put some snippets of both fics under the cut :3 the first one is very introspective and basically just my own take on toji and his depression, and the second one is my ghost!toji au!!!!! :333 it’s almost like a crackfic i think . him and reader are both assholes but they stick together <33 peak romance.

traumabonding au

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ghost au

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[razzle-zazzle]

another fun fact about my dumb little ninjastuck au is that, bc she was raised by kai/the occasional sympathetic ignacian, nya knows very little about troll culture. colton, who had a lusus and some influence from his ancestor, takes it upon himself to teach nya all the things she missed (jay also tries to do this to varying levels of success. they are both idiots <3).

this results in colton crushing pale on nya btw <>

[flowerakatsuka]

one of these days i need to sit down and write out the lore i've thought up for kuroba's youkai au bc i went a lil wild with it.

[pocketramblr]

am I mistaking you for someone else or are you the one who made Giran Kotaro's dad once?

Haha no yeah that was me, that's a fun au born of a typo but committing to the bit was worth it as it ends up meaning Giran raises his grandchildren and leads to the Todobeards plotline

[tonycries]

50 Shades of Kento - N.K.

Synopsis. You help your hot uptight boss blow off some much-needed steam, and he makes an absolute mess of you - that annoyingly flirty new employee of his. Deal?

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! flirty!reader, CEO! Nanami, office AU, pánty-stealing, jealousy (Nanami’s side), Higuruma cameo, he goes FÉRAL, ROUGH S, chokíng, semi-public, manhandIing, p talking, p sIapping, spítting, slight angry s, he’s BIG, cervíx kíssing, talking you through it, oraI (fem rec.), creampíes, cúmplay, male mast., ínnuendos, no curses AU, slight bóndage, use of “work wife”, proposals, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 9.7k

A/N. CEO Nanami? I wanna be SAVED.

“-the boss looks really mad-”

“-where’s he storming off to before the meeting?”

“Bet he’s going to fire someone again-”

Now, it’s not like Nanami Kento intentionally built himself such a painfully strict reputation in the office. 

In fact, he’d spent the first few months as CEO wondering just what he might have done to make it so that none of his employees could even look him in the eye. Hell, they barely even seemed to breathe whenever he passed by. 

All of them except you - that pretty new hire always buzzing around his department. Even when it might not be too…professional. 

But, right now, professionalism was the last thing on his mind. 

“Dammit. Dammit.” Nanami’s hissing, sharp edges of his pearly whites sinking into his bottom lip to stifle away a ragged moan. Hard enough to bruise when he shuts the nearest bathroom stall with a resounding clatter! “B-before a meeting, too-”

Barely wasting even a split-second before unbuckling his belt and inching his greedy hand past the too-tight hem-

All because of you and that damn skirt.

“God fucking dammit-” His voice tumbles out in heady puffs into the air, murked with a growling tint of desperation.

Fingers usually so dexterous and deft whenever he’s typing away, now fumbling with the mere latch on his stubborn zipper. He’s spitting out a few slews of profanities before panting out an impatient tut and all but ripping his formal slacks down to his knees. 

Nanami’s sculpted thighs weaken, smearing out widely as he leans his back against the firmly shut door with a groan. Cold against his feverish body. 

Shit, he’d barely even touched himself yet already feels like he’s melting.

Because Nanami wasn’t just rock-hard - it was as if his swollen cock was built out of fucking diamonds. 

Hot. Heavy. Sobbing out a glistening streak of precum that slobbers access his washboard abs and wayyy down to his tawny happy trail. He wanted you. He needed you. 

“Fuh-fuck!” He gasps, instantaneously clamping his delirious mouth shut. Loosening that yellow speckled tie just so he can breathe, “Never been sooo fucking h-hard. Shit this isn’t- fuck.”

Achy red shaft throbbing out a needy ba-dump—! in his meaty palm, ribbons of treacly pre splatter in copious torrents down to his angled wrist. He’s making such a puddling mess all over the tiled floor, swiping up the fatly padded curve of his thumb to plug up those never-ending droplets. 

“N’ this is all your hngh- fucking fault.” Nanami’s canines glint in the dimmed lighting, snarled at that strawberry pink blush on his mushroomed tip. The very same shade of pink to match your flimsy panties today. Fuck. “Should fire you. Should really, r-really…”

But the heaving man can’t even finish those syllables, can barely even finish his thought before it’s once more overtaken by that image of you from only a few simple minutes ago. 

Knees bent to pick up some useless document for the meeting, too-short skirt hiking up just enough to flash him a good eyeful of your cute pink panties. You looked like the sweetest fucking dessert in it, and that adorable bow fastened onto your underwear was just the erotic cherry on top. 

That memory was going to burn behind his lids for the rest of his life. And oh, he could tell. 

That glint in your gorgeous eyes - how you’d batted your lashes up at him in exactly the way that made him gulp - told him everything he needed to know. 

You knew. Oh, how you pissed him off. 

“Sh-shit.” The thought makes Nanami’s poor heart race, plump balls twitching oh-so-eagerly when he dips into the side of his pants pocket to pull out something treasured. His secret good luck charm. “Know exactly what you’re fucking- hah- doing t���me. W-with your damn panties, n’ those skirts I hate and- and-”

And if anyone else had seen the uptight CEO of Jujutsu Tech right now, then they would have fainted. Undoubtely. Because dipping out of his pocket, he’s pulling out nothing but a frilly black garter.

Yours.

The very same one you’d “accidentally” slipped off in your chair after a meeting with him last month.

“Mmm—” He’s drinking back a few swallows of candied saliva once he brings the gauzy fabric up to his nose and sniffs. Long. Hard. The stuffy stall air notches up a few scorching degrees higher when Nanami curls his free digits around his bulky base and squeezes. “Bet that pretty pussy smells even s-sweeter.”

The thought only makes his slacked maw water even more guiltily. Bet you taste sweeter, too.

And like an animal, Nanami’s hunching his Herculean body over to spit out a steady stream of saliva right onto the bawling divot in the middle of his bloated cockhead. Watching it slosh in rivulets down his pulsing length.

Calloused thumb swiping over the weighty masses that top his filthy length like buttery icing. Biting back a whimper and tugging. He can’t stop.

“L-look how fucking hard y’got me–” He’s babbling away underneath his breath, clammy foreskin drawling up and down like adhesive with every roughened jerk. “All your fault hck! All your fucking- ptwah!” He gives himself another one, two, three more wads of excess spittle over his crownhead, taking a solid lick of your pretty garter. He breaks off with a pained mantra. “-fault.”

And shit, Nanami doesn’t know when he found himself acting like such a…pervert.  

But he blames you. Blames you and the way that thin lace of yours looks so sinful wrapped around his thick cock. Round n’ round coiling to massage every thickly inflated, lightning bolted vein-

“Hate how I’d never d-do this before-” He’s spilling out in throaty groans, swirling mahogany eyes widening at the sultry scratch of it up and down up and down his tender underside. With trembly fingerpads his smushing it all over the delicate curvature of his balls, “-before…you.”

And, shit, Nanami had a meeting in what- a few minutes? He can’t help but thinking about what his clients would think if they knew. What his employees would think. What you would think.

Would you…like it?

A muggy gust of air heaves out of his chest, sweat-slicked brows crinkling at the direction that those thoughts had just taken. Precum clinging onto his skin like adhesive, he fucks his fist like he’s angry.

He is - at you and every teasing touch of yours that makes every ounce of blood sprint down to his heavy cock. You, with your sunny smile and your eyes dazzling as if you weren’t just undressing him with your gaze. You, and your pretty outfits and stupidly sexy panties that make him run off right before important events-

“Gonna fucking- p-pay for this-” Nanami’s nose crinkles when he’s tugging his claggy white undershirt underneath his firmly grit teeth. Free hand straying to twirl little hearts over his puffy, bubblegum pink nipples, his tensed abs flex with every jerky buck. “-gonna- ngh-”

Gonna shove you down and make you feel just as needy as he is. Oh, Nanami’s thumbing underneath the heated line of his slippery slit, musing away just how much your clingy pussy would smooch it even better. 

“Wonder if I could ngh- fuck you stupid-” Nanami finds himself chuckling - chuckling. Low and crazed, plump lips twitching up at the sparks of bliss at the bottom of his abdomen. He was furious at you. “-would ya still be mouthy? Slutty? Ohhh, darling, I fuck you in every ngh- dream I have.”

And isn’t that what you wanted? What you’ve been driving him crazy for every since you stepped foot here? 

Joints in his wrist aching with that sloppy tempo, Nanami thinks he almost catches a rim of battered, stinging pink right where his fisted hand was hitting his toned abs. 

What he’d give to make your pretty pussy feel just as if she was his- what was it you call him? 

Ah, Nanami’s blossoming-red tip flinches as if being hit with a zillion volts of electricity as your words echo in his brain, his favorite melodic tune. His “work wife” was what you call yourself. 

“Tch, damn work- wife.” He’s murmuring, a blotchy blush taking over his handsome features - burning all the way up to the very tips of his ears. Fingers trawling faster and faster. Sloppier. He’s spraying out sheeny ropes of pre with every bruising pull off his swollen length. “Gonna show ya- gonna ngh- for how you make me- gonna make ya mine-”

“Kentooo? Are you in here?”

Fuck.

Without warning, Nanami’s teeth come latching harshly into his fist - he needs to. 

He has to, because just the mere notes of your voice from the other side of the door is enough for his ballooned balls to give a depraved pinch. Enough for him to cum.

Shit. Nanami’s head falls back against the wall, letting off strained gruffs around his flesh. 

A slow trickle of sweat beads down his temple at the sweltering splash of his undershirt being coated with vulgar cobwebs of thickly viscous seed - so much. Hot. 

And Nanami always did cum more whenever he thought of you - but this was almost too much. Such heaping volumes that it was like he couldn’t stop. Soaking your sopping garter, pooling out swashes of cum that formulate a sticky ring down his fingers. He’s leaking from his twitchy tip over n’ over-

“Fuck-” he’s hiccuping out, vision sparking with stars. He was too late - too entranced - to plug up his geysering orifice now for any semblance of order now. He hated how he was so weak for you. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- fuck!” 

You really have corrupted him, because Nanami doesn’t feel even a single speck of shame when he leans even further against the door. Biting the insides of his cheek into silence, his ringing ears crane to hear just a syllable more of your tone-

God, he feels dirty.

But victorious. 

“Well, the meeting starts in a few minutes.” Nanami feels himself blush, he doesn’t give a single shit about some meeting - not when those words are enough for his aching cock to dredge out a few more ivory ounces that hit the tile with a deafening pap! “Hurry up, m’kay? It’ll be real boring without you, Ken—”

Minx. 

And Nanami doesn’t know what’s louder - the creaking shudder of the now-broken door hinges as you saunter out of the bathroom, or his beating heart.

Pulsing halfway out of his chest - not only at the fuzzy high of his orgasm, but at you. You, and those cute lil’ panties no doubtedly hidden away underneath your tight silken skirt. While you pretended to be all professional in the meeting that he is supposed to lead.

Dammit. Nanami’s head drops incredulously when his reddened cock gives another ravenous twitch. You were going to be the death of him.

.

.

.

You had no idea why everyone in the office was either scared senseless of your boss, Nanami Kento, or simply too intimidated by him to feel anything else. 

No one knew much. No one sought much.

But you knew that your self-proclaimed “work husband” was a gentle giant, surely - you’ve caught the way he silently comes into the building early with snacks for the break room, and leaves the latest personally finishing up documents he deems imperfect. What you simply didn’t understand was why no one else saw how hot he was.

Didn’t they see the absolute specimen of a man that towered around daily in tightly-fitted suits and perfectly combed blond hair? 

Those big, beefy arms, long lashes you’re almost jealous of, and regal features that dusted an innocent pink whenever you teased him too much. Always so worked up with the stress of running a company, that you couldn’t help but wonder if that would translate into bed.

Honestly, after years of men that disappointed and bored you - especially down there - could you really be blamed if you made things a little…unprofessional?

And you could tell that Nanami wasn’t complaining. 

Oh, he wasn’t complaining at all. 

No matter how much he’d falsely scowl or tut - you’d already “lost” one of your black garters, and you swear you saw just the slightest centimeter of it dangling from your boss’s pocket. 

The all-powerful CEO, but so weak for you.

What you really didn’t understand was why he didn’t take things to the next level.

You’d initially thought he would during your training period, whenever you’d stuck by him with your trusty notepad and tightest silky blouses that Nanami loved to pretend he wasn’t looking down. Always snapping his glassy eyes away after taking a long look at your bra, toying with his velveteen ties as if trying to choke either the hunger or the life out of him.

But when that came and ended, and you’d finally been awarded a permanent position, you finally got the chance to…have a little more fun.

Your favorite pastime was getting on your knees because of how oh-so-clumsy you are, brushing just past Nanami’s tersely bouncing knees. Lingering mere seconds longer when he presses his meaty thighs into you hotly.

“Oh?” It was like a little routine at this point, for you to faux gasp from your position on the floor as if you’d just noticed the touch. Each and every time. “My, how forward of you, work husband.”

Only to immediately get a choked-up groan of your name, and extra documents to finish by the time the work day was over. Worth it.

Because you had made the ever-stoic Nanami Kento blush. 

And the employee groupchat would text you about it for hours on end. Some swooning. Some skeptical. The rest of the office thought you were either very brave, incredibly slutty, or plain stupid. Possibly all three.

But seriously, you bite your lower lip to force down a giddy giggle when Nanami catches your winking eye for the nth time this past hour. Hastily looking back towards the hefty contract each n’ every time with a furiously grit jaw. He was so bad at pretending he didn’t want you.

Too bad you were getting impatient. 

“Right!” Comes the booming voice of a businessman that’d just secured a lucrative contract, you snap out of your whirlwind of thoughts when your client- President Higuruma from Kyoto Corporations, you think - stands up. Oh, the meeting was already over? “Now that the hard part is done, why don’t we all get the celebrations in, Kento old pal.”

They’d known each other a long time, you hear. And had apparently been rivals prior to forming this close relationship.

You think that your poor boss has never looked more grouchy than when he shrugs off Higuruma’s sociable hand off of one broad shoulder. Staring longingly at the clock that showed you’d all run way into evening overtime, “I’m not much of a partier myself, Hiromi.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, when you have a team as good as this, then you simply must treat them.” The other man sweeps his dark eyes across the room, resting ever-so-slightly on you. “Or else the pretty ladies here will think you’re boring.”

“I-” Oh, you should’ve gotten tips straight from Higuruma - because Nanami’s cheeks ruddy. Eyes narrowing at you, then darting to his friend, “-I’m terminating our contract.”

“And I’m taking you to crack open the good whiskey I know you hide in your second drawer.” To everyone’s shocked amusement, Higuruma lugs his all-new business partner bodily out of the door. Words carrying from the distance, “You know you never did tell me whether you got a padlock for that drawer because of me…”

You’re still careening towards the glassy door to hear more snippets of that conversation when suddenly you hear a loud SMACK!

It hits your ears right before it hits your senses that Shoko had turned over in her seat beside you and planted a harsh swat on your arm. Hissing at the ache, you’re huffing at her knowing smirk, “What if I’m into that?”

She snickers, giving you another resounding strike just for the sake of it. You really, really didn’t know why the two of you were friends-

“Oh, I bet our boss would know, then.”

Kidding, of course you knew. And you can’t stop yourselves from falling into your familiar old gossip, the rest of your coworkers listening in curiously be damned. “I wish. You should’ve seen the way he reacted when I fussed over his tie before this. Seriously, it’s not my fault it was crooked for once n’ he almost ran away.”

“Ran straight back into the bathrooms, you mean.” She’s wiggling her brows, stopping only when you tilt your head curiously. “Oh- shit, you didn’t know? I heard from Utahime who heard from Yaga who heard from Ijichi who went to the bathroom that uptight CEO Nanami here was almost late to the meeting because he was having a fun little him time in there.”

You hear yourself gasp- no-nonsense, sensible Nanami Kento? Touching himself in the bathroom? “That’s why he looked…so fucked out. No.” 

“Yes.” She nods seriously. “And you know what’s even better?”

“What?”

“Ijichi - who was hiding underneath the sink out of fear, by the way, pfft- claims he’d been holding onto a frilly black garter.” Pointing very blatantly at the practically skin-tight skirt you’d decided to wear today. “And I know someone who just-so-happened to ‘lose’ a black garter in the office.”

“What-” you’re sputtering out, not because of the accusation - no, Shoko knew all about that - but about the confirmation of your suspicions that Nanami really did have your lacy lil’ number. “But if he liked that so much then why doesn’t he make a move?”

Shoko crosses her arms with the wise air of someone that had just solved the answer to the meaning of life, and was intentionally being coy about it. “Don’t you realize that you have the perfect solution for that?”

“What?” Wow, you really were on an eloquent streak today. 

Just then, the heavy meeting room doors slide open - and in walks a sternly reluctant Nanami and Higuruma with too many dozens of prized alcohol. Said Higuruma who winks at you garishly- 

You glance at Shoko’s smile, the kind she gets when she’s about to cement a contract that would result in several lawsuits that she already knows your company would win. Oh. You get it. 

.

.

.

And so does Higuruma, apparently.

Because even though he might not know of your little plan, the man was more than happy to keep you company amongst the thrumming masses celebrating. 

Somehow, the entire department had been roped in and packed inside the sprawling meeting room. Mingling over dim lights and softly playing music from the corner of your impropmtu office party. 

Which worked out in your favor, surprisingly, as it gave you the opportunity to eye a stony-faced Nanami’s reaction - stood right next to you when you leaned against Higuruma with a wheezing laugh.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really funny, President Higuruma?” You’re tittering out and, admittedly, his humor was amazing - but what was more interesting to you was the way that Nanami’s neat brows furrowed. 

“Mhm, you’ll just have to get used to that, sugar.” You swear you hear the glass in Nanami’s vice-like grip clink! Thickened digits, so easily powerful and tightening until his mountainous knuckles shone white. “After all, we’ll be working together to take care of some big packages now.”

You feel your lips curl up into a sleazy grin, eyes locked dead-set on Nanami’s own. “Yeah, I’m quite excited to be handling those big packages, actually.” 

Higuruma raises a brow, “S’that so?”

“Of course.” And if you inched in ever-so-slightly closer to him, if you let your voice dip saccharinely in honey, then Nanami couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing but spill out a sharp huff, mouth tightening into a harsh line across his pretty face. “I only hope they’re bigger than what Jujutsu Tech has currently been working with.”

“Oh yeah, much bigger.” Nanami looked positively like an explosion just waiting to go off, and you didn’t know whether it was slight fear or anticipation that made your thighs clench sinfully together. “This contract will be like nothing you’ve ever seen.”

“The bigger the better.”

You risk a glance downwards, just barely catching the way that your dear boss adjusts his sleek formal pants down near his thigh. Oh, lips parting, he was big, huh? Really big. 

And the quieter Nanami grew, the more talkative Higuruma became. More confident. “Pardon my forwardness, angel, but are we still talking business here?” And then comes the finishing blow - before you can blink, a strong arm latches onto your waist. “Because if we aren’t then-”

SLAM!

It’s all you can do to not shiver when you turn your gaze over to Nanami, who’d just clanged his half-full glass down on a nearby table. Veins bubbling with voltage from head to toe at the sheer metallic glint of something dangerous in his targeted gaze. 

Locked purely and utterly on you.

You can see the way his sharp jaw jumps with a furious tick. Fawny strands of blond curtaining over his furrowed brows, that slightly bumpy trail of his vein-

“I believe my employee is out of line, Hiromi.” Nanami bites out those words - sharp, and rugged. Piercing through your figure and sprinting right down to your heating core. The grin he gives you makes you shudder, “I will correct that.”

What? 

“Ken- ah!” You’re yelping when Nanami doesn’t give you the time for it to sink in, for you to even register anything other than the way his massive palm locks around your waist tightly. 

Doughy pads of his fingertips dig into the curvature of your hips, and you almost get whiplash at the tug of Nanami’s strong arms stealing you away from Higuruma’s touch. Tucking you into his blistering hot side, you think you feel dizzy with just how heady the combination of skin and cologne was. 

And then you leave - the both of you. Higuruma only calling after, stricken. 

You’re walking - or, at least, it feels like you’re walking. Almost on autopilot, you’re stuck on the firm set of Nanami’s jaw when he guides you briskly through the throngs of people. 

“Kento-”

“What now, darling?” Darling? He’s never ever called you that before. Never manhandled you with only one of his arms until you’re striding - running - down the familiar route to his richly-kept office. 

Oh.

Your own fingertips dig into the shimmering fabric of his fitted suit jacket, words coming out a little bit more breathless than you’d have liked. “Ken- sir, what are you-”

But, of course, Nanami Kento never let up that easy. Of course, he would never let you get the last word in if he had the chance. And tonight was all about chances. 

Whatever probing question dies in your throat when Nanami pauses - for a mere split-second - although it feels like hours in slow motion before he bends down and jostles you into a princess carry. Firm curves of his biceps digging underneath your thighs, a tender palm splays out across your back. 

Yet, the way that he’s staring deeply down at you is anything but.

“Oh, you know what the fuck I’m doing.” He wrenches out, vibrating you with the rumbling baritone that husks from his chest. So close that your own heartbeat matches with his fervent ba-dump! ba-dump! ba-dump! Each word just coated and dripping in something so raw that you barely even notice until after he weightlessly carries you past that familiar arching doorway. “It’s what you wanted, after all. Isn’t it?”

Dazed. Until the metallic click! of the door being locked by one of Nanami’s hands pull you out of your whirling thoughts.

He’s striding inside fast. Depravedly. 

“Is that jealousy I hear?” You sing-song, fingers trailing up to rub over his fuzzy undercut. And the moment you touch him, it’s like something in Nanami snaps. Something in him blinks…awake.

“Stop that.” 

Wasting with not a single nanosecond of hesitation before cupping his greedy palms on the squirming curve of your ass. He sneaks in a nice, long squeeze with one hand, the other facing down on the table in a long swipe to clatter down everything but that golden CEO Nanami nameplate onto the floor.

You suck in a sharp inhale when he splays you out like some spellbound slut on the cool surface of his mahogany office table. Unceremoniously. 

You’ve never seen him like…this.

He spanks his thick fingers along where your sinfully tight skirt was perking up to show off skin that makes Nanami’s mouth water. That makes him angle his head greedily for a flash of those very same pink panties that had him forgoing all duties earlier today. 

“Trying to make me fucking jealous. You forget your place, my love.” His index toys over the ribbony straps of your underwear. “I’ve been crazy for you since you stepped foot in this place. I’ve been yours.”

You, on the other hand, were still reeling to make your jumbling thoughts somewhat coherent. 

Rutting up into the merciless weight of his sculptured front pinning you down - Nanami’s body was feverish. So hot that it made your skin break out in a humid layer of perspiration, you felt so hot. You felt like you were melting already.

And his muscles, oh- even through a jacket, and that cotton button-up you so loved on him, he was so toned that you could count every delicious ridge of Nanami’s glissading abs. 

Rounded centers of your knees attach around his slender waist, you’re gasping at the firm plane of muscled obliques that welcome you. “N’ that’s what made you jealous? Heh- that’s so cute- mmpf-”

“Does it amuse you to break me, my love?” Nanami grapples two of his tough digits to smush your cheeks together, sultry leer piercing its way through his mask of fury. He growls, “To make me fucking furious?”

“Ngh- Kento—” The whimpers just won’t stop spilling from your lips, his gaze drilling into your eyes and falling straight to your drenching cunt. Your hips arch needily off of the icy cold wood to nudge your pussymound for more more more- “I- fuck-”

SMACK!

“Talk to me like a big girl.” He hisses, knotting his fingers around your tender throat so tight. Tight enough to drain you of the necessary volumes of air strangling in your throat, letting only a few weepy gurgles leave your mouth. Hard. “Ah ah, a big girl I said. If you can talking with fucking- President Higuruma, you can talk to me.”

“Want- want-” Your nails claw patterned lines that paint across Nanami’s muscular forearms. “I want you to kiss me, Kento.”

There. You’d said it. 

And Nanami’s smile was almost blinding.

He’s closing in the hypnotic inches until his plump lips hovered simple milimeters away from your puckered ones. Much too far for you, in your opinion. 

Fisting a single hand around Nanami’s sapphire collar, you’re dredging up your strength to finally pull him in for the kiss you’ve been waiting ages for at this point. Finally. Singing off a brief sigh at the heated proximity of his maw-

Only for Nanami to pull away.

“Wh-where are you going?” You’re mewling out, brows furrowing with the type of upset desperation that only Nanami was able to bring out in you. You needed him - and you needed him badly. 

But the only answer you get is the balmy breeze of his snickers clouding down your body, so scorching that it made flames of want zip down between your legs. And Nanami does kiss you - between the heaving valley of your chest, right underneath your left tit, your tummy- down, down, down.

Rip—!

There go your limited-edition fishnets - torn right with only a few tugs of Nanami’s carnal canines. Right with his mouth that burrows between the pliable hole he’d made between your legs. 

“Hm? What was that, darling?” He’s drawling away, shuffling until he was right between your legs. Until your big, bad boss was kneeling in front of you. “Oh! My sweet girl wants a little kiss, doesn’t she? How cuuute.”

Rutting up your hips, you just barely manage to get the edge of your slick-flooded thighs to stroke his dimpled cheek. Lips jutting out into a pout, “Yes- yes.”

“Too bad she didn’t earn it, hm? As if I’d kiss a mouth that flirted with another man in front of me- no matter how pretty. ” Nanami continues, like he didn’t even hear your pleas right now. Thank goodness you couldn’t see the way the cracking rawness to your voice made his pants so much tighter. 

There’s the stubborn schwf! of your skirt being pushed up in a rough tug. And it’s only once he turns his heart-eyed stare down between your legs that you realize. “So, guess m’just gonna hafta kiss you.”

He wasn’t talking to you. He was talking to your dripping cunt. 

No sooner does this realization hit, that Nanami’s eager kiss does too. A filthy, sodden French snog planted right through your soaked panties. 

Nodding along as if he was translating every slurp weaving its way from between your bloated folds. “Oh? What’s that you say? More?” 

He’s trawling the pointed edge of his nose up n’ down the your slippery slit, teeth nipping along the rubbery folds to make your entrance gush out slivery ropes of slick. You count exactly one smooch at your dripping base, two right where your pussymound was the pulpiest, and the final - longest and most lingering - on your throbbing clit. 

“See?” He hums, fleshy thumb outlining the slobbering fringe of your pussylips. Just peeking his manicured fingertip past your useless underwear, and inching backwards with a saturated squelch whenever you squirmed for more. Tease. “Now tha’s a good girl, she’d never flirt with another. You’re mine, right- all mine? Or- well-”

Your breath hitches when you feel the wet splatter! of a slimy clump of saliva striking your teary cunt dead-on. And Nanami’s thumb rolls over the sheeny glaze with such utter love, “Now you’re all mine.”

Your fingers sneak their way to tangle into Nanami’s mussed-up locks, pulling his sappy mouth even closer. So close that his curved chin hits your pussy with a wet plap! And the crisp whoosh of him drinking in your scent deeply has you whining, “Ken- more. More.”

Nanami growls and it’s almost feral. He’s knocking out a deafening mewl from your lips with a sharp, sultry spank exactly on the target of your pulsing clit. “More? More, huh?” Purposefully rovering the chilling band of one signet ring - holding it firmly down where your hole was leaking. “After you got this wet for Hiromi? Nice try.”

“This isn’t for Higu-”

Thwack! The hollowing noise of flesh meeting flesh sings out in your ears, every swat after swat being left on your pussy enough to make your head throw back helplessly. 

The sight of it only makes Nanami’s scouring fingers pry apart your gluey folds even wider, kissing every nook and cranny. Over and over. Taunting. “N’ now you’re talking about another hah- man when you’re w’me? I should fire you, darling.”

You already know he never would. 

But you can’t stop yourself from spilling out a string of swears anyway, “Th-this is all for- ngh-” Flinching bodily when he wraps the waterlogged remnants of your panties around one fist, ‘round and ‘round until your pussy was allll on shamefully display, and your delicate pink panties dig into your fleshy mounds. “-for you, Kento.”

And when Nanami pulls at the silky fabric with one hand, you’re dragged down across the table right with it. Till you were exactly where he wanted you.

“Correct.”

Your panties were in tatters now - and he tucks it away into his pocket with a wink. For later. “Hate these slutty fucking panties. Wanted them off every fucking time.”

Swiping away the syrupy trickle of saliva overspilling from his mouth, Nanami’s instantly surging over to connect his lips with your puffy ones. Groaning out a throat mmmm– the moment that candied flavor sugarcoats his lips.

The most lecherous squelches! speak across all four corners of his decadent office when Nanami handlessly tilts his head to let his scratchy tastebuds maze through your weepy pussy. 

He doesn’t even care that he’s getting the frames of his glasses all messy. Swirling out slow circles around the elastic ring of your entrance, before pumping inches in-

“Fuck-” You’re squealing, throat clogging with a leaden ball the moment he’s contracting his tongue to stretch your entrance out wiiidely agape. In and out until your rubbery hole was tenderizing to his ravenous shape and texture, “-fuck just like ngh- that.”

“Oh yeahh? You like this, huh?” Meeting Nanami’s gaze from between your cracked-open legs results in shockwaves all over your body. Because his molten gaze was gleaming - practically glowing. “Getting so turned on s’like you’re a ngh- damn waterpark. Think anyone else could get you this f-fuck- soaked?”

And you couldn’t even hide it just how aroused you were. Just how close. 

Wiry ropes of your webbed slick clings onto Nanami’s mouth with each soppy plap of his mouth clashing onto your cunt. Harder. Fucking you with his tongue just the way his thick cock was aching to do right now-

SMACK!

“Mmm sweet girl, makin’ such a mess. Answer me.” He spits into your syrupy pussy, urging out a few fresh waves of slick that laminate his fat digits in pure gloss. A gloss that he sucks up happily.

“You-”

He doesn’t even let you finish. Because you were so adorable being eaten out until you were stupid, none of that usual flirty snark present when he was making out with your cunt like a man parched. 

Swirling out tiny hearts on your clit with the mushy tips of his fingertips, he yearns to skim the perked edge of his tongue all over your gummy walls. Bumping into every delicate orifice, Nanami’s free fingers fly down to trace your tight ring of muscle. “Oh yeah?”

“O-only you–” Your blubbers are so adorable, mouth loosened into an oh! yet the only thing coming out of it are repeated shrills of Kento! How cute, Nanami can only hope that these walls aren’t thick enough that those outside won’t hear. He wants them to. “-only you can make me so- ngh-”

“Shy, darling?” He sounded so painfully pussydrunk right now. Rouge blush burning, gazing up at you heavily shuttered eyes, a maw that was drooling more and more with every lapping snog placed on your slobbering pussy. “What happened to my flirty girl?”

His flirty girl. 

Shit- the words themselves affect him just as much as they do you. Nanami’s muscular thighs manspread even wider with just how fat his painfully hard cockhead was bloated. Close. It’s so sloppy how he quickens his pace to toy with the button of your clit.

His, all struggling to get out the words from your mouth - battling with your heavy tongue to get out a keening- “You. Yours. Hngh- Only y-you can make me feel like this. M-make me feel so hck! close, Kento.” 

His perfect girl.

“Ohhh, say that again. Dunno if I quite believe that.” He groans, budging your thighs over to suffocate his head even deeper, god, he knows that he could pass out right here and still be the most content man on Earth. Holding your ankles behind his hand with a second hand, you can’t help but ogle the rippling bulge of his biceps. “Lock them.” Your tangling motions were limp - weak. But Nanami finds himself grinning anyway, holding you in place tightly, he’s doubly stuffing in two digits past your slicked entrance. “Say my name.”

“Ken- Kento?”

Piling upon wads and wads of stringy cum that sprinkle all over your thighs, just the striking sensation is enough for you to see stars. Enough to gasp when his probing digits pillage your gooey depths, “Again.”

“Kento.”

And of course, Nanami Kento wasn’t a merciless man. Mean. Filthy with just how much he’s clacking his jaw to grind into the supple rim of your, your knee bounces up even higher at the taut spring of something hot pooling in your tummy. 

He could tell. Oh, he could tell. 

You were always so adorably readable - especially with your wobbling lips, and those crinkling beads of tears spilling over from the corners of your eyes. Mumbling, “Kentooo-!”

And all he really had to do was pound a battery swipe along your sweltering walls, deeply. Skidding right across where he knew your magical g-spot would be. He’s giving your perky clit not one - hell, not even two - but three solid pinches on your sensitive hood. Hard. 

The babbling words “C-cumming-” are barely starting syllables out of your mouth before it crashes into you headfirst. 

You feel like you’re being run over with such waves of bliss, pupils sliding allll the way into the back of your scrunched lids. 

The wooden desk trills out a ringing creak! when you arch your spine into the perfect semi-circle, dragging Nanami’s mouth all over each and every crevice of your quivering cunt. Riding out your high in long sloppy drags. 

Using him. And how Nanami loved to be used by you.

“Yeah- yeah yeah—” Holding your gaze fatally, you can only watch as the pearly beads spraying from your cunt drip the long trailway down to hit the back of his throat. Your fingertips dig into his scalp, mushing his face even closer, “-cum. Cum all over m’face, my love. Make a fucking mess of me.”

You swear that Nanami’s voice was shattering into a whimper towards the very end. Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing with every greedy gulp, and he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop.

Not even when your sparking high fades out into nothingness, not even when that white-hot pleasure formulates into something sensitive. Almost painful. Gasping out a sharp ah! with every drag of Nanami’s tongue over your too-tender cunt. 

“S-sensitive-” You’re mewling, desperately trying to push on his blond head. Stacks of sweat-dampened hair plastering across your palm, “Ken- Ken, m’too sensitive.”

“Tch.” He’s panting, eyes latching on instead to your glistening pussy - all pretty with trickling layers of sweet, sweet juices and his saliva. What a mess he’s made. He swears he can spot a darkening patch oozing out all over the desk. 

Nanami rubs his fleshy thumb over the tantalizing curve of your pussymound just a few repeated times, “Let me ask her- hm, wanna let me ah- go? Ready to say goodbye, darling?”

And whatever slurring squelches that emanate from your soppy lips speak to him. Enough so that he finds himself nodding mindlessly, “Fine then.” Planting an exaggerated mwah! on your clit, “I’ll see you later, m’kay?” 

He was so gentle kissing your pussy goodbye - but so, so mean manhandling you off of the desk. In a singular fluid motion, scooping you up with two beefy arms underneath your legs and falling back into the CEO’s cushy chair.

“O-oh.” You find your thighs straddling his sculpted hips, hands falling precariously on top of his bulging deltoids. What a feast Nanami Kento was. 

He barely even had to try to make your hips grind in a jerky up and down on his too-tight bulge. Splotching out gluey patches of slick wherever your driveling lips were hitting. Nanami counts exactly six slippery streaks before he grabs your throat and pulls-

“Think ya earned it now.” He hisses through a simpering groan. You’re so pliable like this - so open to being dragged into a filthy, filthy kiss. “Mm- might just be my favorite ngh- lipgloss on ya.”

You’re smacking at the curvaceous valley between Nanami’s pecs - nothing more than kittenish pecks for him, “That- that’s so filthy, Ken.”

Skin dappling with a second skin of goosebumps with every inch exposed to the heady air, he’s unbuttoning your blouse slowly. Lazily. Pop! Pop! Pop! Taking his precious time to watch every minute huff and puff you cloud out. 

“Oh, darling.” Bursting out a bout of laughter that hits you to your very core as soon as your top and bra hit the polished floor. Nanami tilts back in his seat sexily, angling you to take up even more space on the comfortable seat of his lap - his thick, outlined bulge. “We haven’t even gotten started.”

Fuck.

He pants, “Hated these slutty skirts- fuck- made me almost call HR because you looked so- beautiful.” With your skirt soon shed, you’re suddenly reeling with the realization that you’re the only one naked right now. “Better with them off.”

Never one to fall behind, you can’t help but tumble your greedy digits downwards. Mouth lathering with a sloshing wave of greed as soon as your fingertips skim the rock-hard tent struggling in Nanami’s pants.

“Fuck- greedy girl.” At this point, it’s as if the exact measurements of Nanami’s hand were branded into the mounded flesh of your ass. Because each spank has you crying, “Don’t you worry now, m’gonna fuck that ngh- feisty mouth shut soon, but for now…”

You’re left hanging, waiting on where Nanami’s drawling words would take you next. 

But it just-so-happened that you didn’t have to wait. Didn’t have to register anything but the way that he’s tugging down his too-tight pants and boxers just enough-

“Oh my-” You gasp at the sight below you, blinking your weighty lids just a few times to make sure that you weren’t imagining things. Because, sure, on those lonely nights you’d imagined Nanami to be big - but this was just ridiculous. “-Ken, you’re so-”

Big package for sure.

“H-heh.” He preens, wrenching down the velvety fabric until it looped halfway down the padded meat of his thighs. “Don’t act so cockdrunk, my love- s’only gonna make me ngh bigger.”

Roaming five dexterous fingers to grasp his bulky base, the rest of Nanami’s nine- no, ten inches drip down needy gumdrops of pre onto your hand. He was long, girthy - blushed on his swollen mushroom tip a pretty cerise pink that matched your ruined panties. 

“Wan’ you inside me.” You’re purring out, and Nanami’s heart races as he catches a few glimpses of that complete and utter tease you usually are. You swipe your thumb over the syrupy top coating of precum on his tip, plugging it into Nanami’s mouth.

Well, he might be the boss - but not in here.

After all, who was he to go against anything his pretty girl said? 

“Mmm- s’that so?” He’s suckling right on your doughy pads, fringes of his neat teeth nipping your flesh. Looking you right in the eyes while leaving a few streaky smears across your drooling slit, up and down. Golden blond lashes so long they flutter against the flushed apples of his cheeks, “Gimme a kiss first, my girl.”

So sweet.

Or so you thought.

Because you’d just inched your allured body closer to give him what he wanted. Digging your rounded knees into the sides of his body to just let your pursed lips brush in an innocent, innocent skim across his kiss-bitten ones- 

Before Nanami wraps his hand around your throat and tilts your head back to let himself spit. Just seconds before nudging apart your sticky folds and pushing in-

“Ah!” Your eyes sprint between snapping open in sheer shock, and screwing tightly shut at the pure stretch. The tightness. You could almost hear the elastic creak of your weepy entrance being pulled to its very limits around Nanami’s globed tip. “O-oh my god-”

“Shhhh you can take it, good girl- my good girl.” He’s thumbing away the purposeful spatteres that decorate the sagging edges of your lips. Rounded centers of his fingertips sinking in tight around your throat, “Mmm- s’this a big enough package for ya?”

It’s an uphill battle to force your lids to shutter open, only to peer into Nanami’s glassy eyes to see that yeah, there was still a glint of raw jealousy in them. Still. 

Your hand dips its way down to swipe open your dewy pussylips, rubbing over the most tender spots on your drooling cunt when your hips stutter down inch by fucking inch. 

Splitting your tight orifice in half with his vast cylindrical cock, every wild rut that pumps Nanami even deeper makes you dizzy. Your ajar maw spilling with drool while he fucks himself furiously harder and harder and-

Head lolling over into the clammy crook of his shoulder, your tongue licks up a long stripe along his neck. “Ngh- s-so fucking big– Don’t know if I c-can take it.”

“Now now.” With a rude spank! your fingers are swatted away meanly, Nanami’s own taking over in its place. Not to do the job - just to toy with the buzzing nub of your clit while he pumped you snugly full of his never-ending shaft. “Move that hand, lemme see my girl’s hah- pussy take my big fuckin’ cock.”

Salty tears spring to your eyes and end up dripping onto Nanami’s awaiting tongue, voice laced with something primal. “Poor baby, getting nervous. Don’tcha remember what you told Hiromi?” You did. “The bigger the better?” You remember. “So buckle up n’ take it like a good girl now, my love.”

Your answer is nothing but a half-lucid nod, “Y-yes, Ken-” 

“Hm?” He pinches your clit. A warning. 

“Sir.”

“Atta girl.”

And then Nanami’s bottomed-up, his hefted base sagging against your sopping wet lips, globular swell of his breeder balls nestling up behind your cunt in a congratulatory smooch. And he was kissing your other lips just the same.

Leaving wet swabs that decorate your pulpy cervix in translucent streams, you’re squealing after each n’ every fat thud! of Nanami’s rotund cockhead mushing into your gooey depths. Probing veins massaging you incessantly.

He couldn’t get enough.

“Atta girl-” He’s snickering into your mouth, pounding and pounding even more despite the clingy push of your pussy. Despite the way that he can’t even go any deeper - his cock was still aching for more. To strike the bullseye of your womb. “O-ohhh atta giiirl. Open wiiiide f’me.”

Like a mantra. You weren’t any more coherent, with your words garbling out over every leathery creak! of the pristine office chair. “Loud- g-gonna be loud, Kento.”

“I don’t care.” Nanami spits out immediately, leaving a heavy-duty swat on your bulging pussy folds as if to ask why should you care, too? He had such a way of speaking to you with his body, rendering you speechless after only a few seconds in the presence of his vicious tempo. “Let them hear, they couldn’t fuck you like this. Let them know hck! wh-who makes this slutty cunt feel so good.”

And it wasn’t a question, but you’re answering anyway. Looping your boneless arms around the expanse of Nanami’s broad shoulders, your limbs stick to the sweat-drenched fabric of his button-up and you huff. 

“You- need you to-” You’re murmuring away, numb tips of your fingers fumbling with his pearly buttons. Two seconds away from ripping this damn shirt off of him, “-need to see you.”

“Oh yeah?” He’s letting his top fly open to reveal what looks like yard upon yards of smooth, sculptured skin. Shiny with a glimmery sheen of humid perspiration and slick - puddling from your weepy cunt at the way that Nanami was so sexy. All jiggling pecs and abs for days, you find your pussy gulping his length up n’ down even faster. Nipping along bites that redden his flesh prettily, “Woah- Really are a slut, my love. N’ I fucking love it.”

Nanami was always such a possessive man, one hand latched onto the side of your waist and helping you stumble along with every pap! The other wandering down to pat that proud curve where your cozy hole was being overstuffed with his fat cock, before traipsing up to your clit-

“Mmm– gonna have everyone know.” He’s biting down on his bottom lip, looking up at you through teary lashes. Tapping your clit, “Say my name, my love.”

“Ken-”

“Louder.”

“Ken!”

The chair bustles with every jerk, and the unsteady motions only have Nanami driving even deeper. “Mmm- now say his name-” He’s settling your mouth open with another clump of saliva, kissing away the smearing excess. “-say his name. Say Higuruma-”

But it was no use. The only thing your mouth seemed to be able to form into was a loud Ken. Just as he’d wanted. Just as what makes him chuckle, “Gonna fuck you s-so good that fucking Hiromi s’gonna know from a mile away.”

Ohhh, how he loved that cute lil’ thought. 

He was certainly jackhammering you like it, motioning your hips into eager gyrations even faster than your fatigued legs could handle. Practically carrying you through every claggy slap of skin-on-skin, Nanami’s tensed core burns with the friction. 

But he doesn’t care. Doesn’t even burn the sting of anything other than the way his sensitively enlarged balls were papping against your skin. Painting sweet, sweet bruises for days. 

“Would ya like that?” He’s mindlessly babbling away, and even through his hooded eyes you could tell that Nanami was completely pussydrunk. He wasn’t even circling your clit now - he was writing out on top a rapid K-E-N-T-O. Gone. Ruined. Rolling his hips in sloppy bucks, “Wan’ me ta fuck you until everyone knows?”

You’re nodding. Nodding and nodding away, and Nanami thinks this can’t get any better. You’re so gorgeous when you’re fucked dumb like this, who knew his office tease would be so…pliant?

He’s already in heaven with each saturated slip n’ slide massaging your weeping orifices. Angling his hips ever-so-slightly to the side to feel more of you-

That’s when he hits it.

That spot. 

And oh, Nanami thinks he could cum right then and there with the way your slicked walls kiss his length in a lingering smooch. Just as lovers do. 

“There-” you’re mumbling out, your lips leaving tiny pecks across the grinning corners of his lips. But you didn’t even have to start for him to already be bouncing you with the target of exact, precise strikes to your g-spot. Spotting steamy splotches of parched precum over that bulging spot, “R-right there, Ken- don’t miss don’t miss.”

“Would never fuckin’ imagine.” He has the audacity to roll his eyes. 

You believed him - just as much as you believed in the flurries of stars bursting countlessly behind your eyes. Hushing out, “M’close, Kento- gonna cum- fuck m’gonna cum.”

How could you not be close when he’s back to his favorite hobby that makes you squirm - pinching your throbbing clit right in time with the long, long lines his battering tip glides across your sweet spot. Ending allll the way back at your cervix. “Mhm, gonna make you cum on m’fucking cock. Hafta l-let those fucking ngh- losers know whose pretty pussy this is.”

And once the ever-stoic Nanami starts babbling, it’s like he can’t stop. 

“Mine-” Sucking on your bruised lower lip like his favorite candy. “Mine.” Twice. “Mine.” Thrice. He’s fucking you like he’d die if he slowed down right now, massaging your rubbery entrance deliriously raw. Teeth grit the closer and closer he inched himself, “Gonna let Hiromi know. Gonna let Ijichi know- Shoko- fucking Ino who w-was making eyes at my girl. My wife.”

You’re gasping, “W-wife?” And it seemed like such a highly tense moment to finally accept you as his work wife. That is, before-

“Mhm—” And there’s no regret, none of that usual shyness in Nanami’s eyes as he fucks you with deep eye contact. Thumb finishing off drawing a final KENTO on your clit, “Better know that m’gonna buy you th-the biggest fucking diamond you’ve ever seen, my love.”

Maybe it’s the way that he’s so serious. Maybe it’s the drilling pace of his thumping cock. Or maybe it’s just Nanami himself; boring up at you through droopy eyes and foggy glasses, a delirious smile plastered all over his face while he rammed you to your orgasm.

Fat tears collecting on your waterline, your vision blurs with just how intense of an orgasm he’s wrenching out of you. You swear it’s the best you’ve had in years - maybe even in your entire life.

“F-fuuuuck–” Your fingers drag unorganized lines all over his smooth shoulders, making it out as if he’d just been attacked by wild cats - but it’s just you. You and your sappy folds milking Nanami’s very soul, hot puffs of condensed breath hitting his craned neck when you lean in. “A-all for you, Kento.”

And the exact moment Nanami feels your lips descend upon his skin to suck - the exact moment he realizes that you’re marking him - his breath strangles in a gasp. 

“Darling- darling.” He’s panting out, shivering fingers setting the soft spots of your cunt free to get a good grope of your ass. To muster all his fucked-out strength to whack your pussy against his sharp hipbones with a resounding pap! “Oh, darling m’cumming- fuck- better take every drop now.”

But it was impossible to.

Because Nanami was cumming so much - even more than he had in the bathroom just hours earlier. Torrenting out sticky webs of seed that glue your walls feebly together and scratch such a primal urge inside you to have him fill you up.

He’s fighting to keep his head from throwing back, blinking away the sparks that bolt behind his eyes to drink in the sight down below. 

In awe at just how much of it was overspilling in ivory ribbons from the stretched-out ends of your sodden slit. Stretching thickly over his bulked base in a buttery ring, it’s so messy that he’s barely thinking before smearing over the wadded mess.

“Ken- mmpf-” Your mouth falters as soon as he stuffs in the glazed-over tips of his fingers, swirling around a slow circle inside your unhinged maw. He already knows this is going to be good. “Want more.”

More.

More.

Here you were - stuffed until your poor pussy couldn’t even handle just how much cum Nanami was still fucking into you. Spraying out a fountain of creamy globs with every pressurized thrust planted on your pussy - and you still wanted more?

Something flashes behind Nanami’s eyes.

And before you know it, you’re whimpering at the loss of his girthy inches weighing down in your cunt. There’s a saccharine fwop! followed by the slosh of trickling cum when Nanami pulls out, “C-come back.”

With a ringed finger plugging up your geysering hole from losing any precious ounces, Nanami carries you over to that familiar office desk in a single stride. Splaying you out - manhandling you - with ease until you were bent over the cool surface. 

Your cheek being pushed into the currently saliva-soaked wood, wrangling hands instantly tied behind your back with something silky - fuck, Nanami’s tie. Your cunt once more stuffed to the very brim with all of his throbbing cock. 

He’s leveraging the little restraint to jostle your hips ever-deeper. You’re squealing at that stretch - one you’re sure you’d never get used to. “K-Kento, sir–”

“Shhh, my love.” You hear in throaty groans from above you, and Nanami’s muscular weight pinning down your body makes you even wetter. As if he was just melting his abs into your curved back, smearing back n’ forth in tiny smudges after he starts pushing- “Say another word n’ m’gonna get ya pregnant- then they’ll really know you’re mine.”

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It’s not like Nanami Kento to ever be late to a meeting.

Given, there was that one time a year ago when he’d almost been late before an important contract discussion with Kyoto Enterprises. But thirty five whole minutes late to a meeting? 

Well, that was unheard of. Impossible, really.

And Shoko finds herself sighing, tapping her nails impatiently on the glass table. Honestly, there were so many better things she could be doing with her time than waiting for her mystery of a boss. And - just her luck - you weren’t here today to distract from the boredom of corporate life, either. 

The universe is against her, really. 

“Oi, Ijichi–” She calls out to the fidgeting man seated across from her - and she doesn’t know whether he jumps because everyone on the team is on edge, or simply because this is Ijichi. “Five more minutes, then we file a missing persons report.”

“I-I am sure Mr. Nanami is ah- fine-” He pushed up his dangerously low glasses, muttering underneath his breath. “...hopefully.”

“I think we should go with the missing persons report.” Higuruma pipes up from one end of the room, the man had become a much-loved addition to this department since the contract. “Because I hate to say it, but the man has no life. There’s no reason for him to just-”

SLAM!

“My apologies, I’m late.” Nanami pants out into a silence that could only be caused by the object of your conversation suddenly intruding. A blur of impeccable suits and blond hair. 

Well, Shoko couldn’t see his face properly from the way he was hunched over to catch his breath like that - but she was glad he seemed unharmed.

Or, at least, that’s what she thought.

Because then Nanami stands up properly.

And honestly, she doesn’t know what makes her heart stop more. The fact that Nanami Kento arrived late to a meeting - or that he arrived late to a meeting with lipstick stains all over his lips, his jawline, his neck. And- and were those hickeys bruising his neck?

The coffee cup in her hand falls, and it’s not the only one. Surely, this had to be a prank- wait, does her boss even know what that is?

Still thinking it’s some strange practical joke, she’s squinting to get a closer look at the strangely familiar color of that lipstick. That- shit, wasn’t that your favorite shade?

Nanami snaps his head to Shoko the very moment she says your name - almost as if a form of experimentation. Before looking down at himself and finally - finally - seeing the state he was in. He sighs, fond. “Ah, my apologies again. My beautiful wife held me up, and I forgot to check if she left marks.”

Wife. 

Higurua drawls out the question striking through everyone’s mind right now. “What. The. Fuck.” 

And Ijichi squeaks out the second most striking question, “W-wife? D-do you mean your w-work wife, Mr. Nanami?”

“No.” He’s tilting his head in confusion, as if there was any possibility of anything else otherwise. Pulling out a glinting golden band hung around a simple chain from underneath his suit. A wedding ring. With your name engraved. “My wife wife.”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

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WTH THIS JUMPSCARED ME ON MY FEED WHA- WHAT— HE SAID THE THING HE SAID CHOO CHOO!! (SHAKING /POS)

Doodle comic based on THIS

Seems the phrase has grown on him, just a little

Code sans by @callmeherry

Elated sans by @knobe07o