#he looks like a glazed donut

[znivlho]

i wish to request please! I've been good crazy for Storm Shadow since the first G.I Joe movie and i quiet have this thought in my mind(i think it'll be quiet long, I'm sorry) so the Reader is one of student in Arashikage clan (most likely like Snake Eyes) him and Storm Shadow had a great relationship, they trained together, studied together, hang out together. The reader was a place for him to come back whenever he get upset or his jealousy toward Snake Eyes flaring.

Storm shadow developed liking for the reader while reader remain think of it as friendship(well, they were a children back then). So when the Hard Master died and Storm Shadow left, he felt betrayed, angry, in pain both from the grief for Hard Master and abandonment by Storm Shadow. But different from other, the reader don't believe the accusation that was thrown to his 'friend'.

Back to current time, the reunion of this two happened, and of course it's full of fight with Reader end up getting kidnapped by Storm Shadow. Other hostages was put in cells while reader was put in his private quarters by request of Storm Shadow himself because the liking he developed in his childhood seem turn to something more (cough obsession cough). So yeah, the confrontation happened and something snapped in him and Storm Shadow end up fucking him hard and rough. I thinking Storm Shadow the type that will leave mark in every spot and places on reader, outside and inside.

This is my request, I'm sorry if it's so long but i appreciate it a lot if you write it 🙏🏻🥲

OMG I WOULD LOVE TO MAKE THISSSS

maybe ill post it later midnight or tomorroww, havent watched gi joe retaliation so ill try to finish it later when i get home and im gonna write this fic ajehkasb

THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN ANONN 🙏🙏😩

[hyunpic]

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

https://x.com/valevaleeii/status/1800638869739655284?s=46&t=VR52gzDoyXZmxHoMQ6t3Ew

now these pics look better

These look so much better

[levinbolts]

valen...all he did was ask a question can u unclench

[niightfiend]

♥️ Triguns Iconic Shit Twins 💜

[daffyjjk]

how more precious can you get?????

[extervus]

Why don't you sit on your porch with a yummy drink in the late morning sun and then maybe you'll calm down

[thesingingrevolution]

feeling like a towel

[nkogneatho]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒 ✦ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

—characters: oliver, shidou, sae.

—cw: fem!reader, fingering, pearl necklace, overstimulation, finger sucking, not proofread.

—a/n: i need lobotomy. you do too if you're reading this shit.

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

oliver's hands are thick and has arms full of veins. he is not exactly a workout freak but he does fair amount of sets during practice resulting in his amazing physique. his fingers are girthy and he has amazing control over them.

oliver likes to spend his time with his fingers up your pussy, stretching your hole with his thick digits. he loves the feeling of your wetness dripping down his knuckles as he pumps them inside you.

"nasty little pussy. always so greedy, right, babe?" he whispers against your ears. "gimme one more and i promise i'll put my cock in then." you know he's lying. you've already came thrice and he's been repeating the same damn thing but won't stop fingering you. you can feel his erection poking your lower back, your pussy fluttering and craving more. too bad. aiku will only pull his fingers out when he wants to and not when you want to.

"oli...ngh—gunna cum," you mewl as your body tightens.

"let go, baby. 'm right here. cum on my fingers, yeah?" and you do, legs shivering as they close up, trapping his arms in place. when you calm down. aiku gives you peck on your head and you finally think he's gonna put it in. finally. "let's see if you can take four fingers." fucking hell.

𝐒𝐇��𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈

shidou's hands are very veiny even when he is not flexing his muscles. but i doubt this man is ever relaxed because he is on adrenaline 24x7. his skin is glowing with melanin so each nerve is visible. he works out a lot. well his workout is divided in two sections. gym and good old sex.

ryu's favorite thing to do with his hands are massage your tits. massage would be and understatement 'cause this man is full on groping, pinching and abusing them. your poor nipples are always sore when he is done with you. don't get me wrong. he loves to suck on them too. but something about fondling them while thrusting in you gets him off so much. even more lovely when he spits on them and smears them with his thumb.

"got such a sexy set on ya, babe. fhuuuck. gonna make me shoot a load just with this. ya won' mind if i slap them yeah?"

*slap*

you hiss at the sensation. "shit. did my pretty pussy just clenched? fucking hell. ah! my balls are tightening," he moans. you think he's gonna cum inside you but shidou pulls out faster than a lightning, his veiny hands tightening and stroking his cock as he aims for your tits. and just in a second, he is shooting thick translucent ropes all over them. he takes his palm and spread his cum all over your tits. "fuck. jus' like a glazed donut." he takes a lick. "best fucking donut ever."

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

given sae's slender yet washboard ab physique, his hands are long. not full of veins but his knuckles are very visible and it's so hot. his veins show when he is working out, pissed or...horny. sae didn't know he had attractive hands and he was dating a person who has a hand kink. what he did know was you loved to always suckle on his thumb when his palm rests on your jaw while dry humping you. so sae tries to push it further this time.

you're sitting and reading a book on the couch before sae's shadow towers over you. you shoot your head up, looking at him with confused eyes. he scans your face for a minute before speaking.

"open," he commands. you're not sure at first what he means but the way his green eyes are fixated on your mouth, your jaw instinctively follows his command like a servant. before you can grasp the situation, sae's middle and ring finger are already in your mouth. he let's you suckle on them for a few seconds and he's quick to start thrusting them. he might have just discovered that you have a hand kink is pretty convenient for him too 'cause the boner he popped might be the fastest ever.

"i am fucked," is all he says before thrusting his digits deeper, his other hand palming his cock through his gray sweats. his biceps buldge out and his veins pop when he fists his dick so you deliver the most appropriate reaction. a moan and a whimper that vibrate around his fingers sending shivers in his body. he's right. he is fucked. and so are you.

[simpurnatural]

“Our Little Secret” || Short-Fic

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "Okay, but me coming back to Tumblr after binging xo kitty wasn't on my 2025 bingo card. We are so back babe! Enjoy these crumbs whilst I dust off my keyboard ToT"

Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, Smut, Language, Not Proofread

"I swear, if you get caught one of these days then you're on your own!" Q warned, Dae chuckling lightly as they watched Min Ho slipped on a pair of shoes.

"I won't get caught," Min Ho replied as he turned his head to face them. "When have I ever gotten caught?" he scoffed as he examined himself in the mirror.

"Uhm literally last week when you sprinted around campus in the early morning and only wearing underwear and socks," Q retorted from the couch before realizing, "That was a bit more of a close call if I'm being real here,".

"Exactly, never got caught and never will," Min Ho said with a sly smirk, "Plus, Y/n is in the solo unit dorms," he reminds before walking out the door.

"It'll only be a matter of time," Dae sighed, shaking his head at his best friend's recklessness.

You heard the sound of a knocks on your dorm room door, instantly recognizing the specific pattern to inform you that it was Min Ho waiting to be let in.

Hurriedly yet excitedly, you made your way to the door and swiftly opened it. Min Ho was taken aback by the clothes or rather the lack thereof it on your small frame.

"Why are you here so early?" you whispered, yanking him into the room before shutting the door behind you. "I haven't gotten my nightly dorm inspection yet,".

"Well, I couldn't wait to see you and who said we couldn't have some fun til’ they get here?" Min Ho replied in a hushed yet seductive tone, his eyes taking in the sight before him. "You wouldn't mind a little inspection of our own, would you?" he smirked as his has slithered their way around your waist.

You suddenly felt as though any clever retort you had bubbling in your system faded away. Min Ho pulled you in closely, allowing for you both to be basically sharing the same breath of air. He leaned in, catching your lips against his while tightening his hold on you.

With every kiss, the difficulty to pull away became more intense. You brushed your tongue against Min Ho’s lip as he backed you into the wall adjacent to the front door. His hands began to hike up your silk night gown.

“I could just take you right here,” Min Ho muttered under his breath, his cold hands making contact with your warm, soft skin.

The palm of his hand gently gave your breast a squeeze. You let out a whine as his icy cold touch messaged your chest. This only made the tent in Minh’s trousers tighter.

“But someone might hear us,” you say, an aching feeling beginning between your legs. “They could be here any minute,” you remind as Min Ho effortlessly lifted you off the ground.

“Then you better stay quiet,” he said without a hint of worry in his tone.

With one hand on your ass to keep you in place, he utilized the other to undo his belt and trousers. By this point, you were sure a whole waterfall had made its descent down your leg. Min Ho chuckled as he kicked his pants away from him after they pooled around his ankles.

He felt your clothed cunt throb, with only your panties and his boxers in the way. The notorious playboy has slept with countless girls but you were just so different. He had never been with someone who looked just as good on the outside as she felt when he’s inside

Wasting no time, Min Ho removed all remaining articles of clothing. The tip of his cock teased the lips of your pussy. He loved how your wetness basically coated his manhood like a glazed donut.

“M-Min Ho-“ you whimpered impatiently, just wanting to feel his dick be buried deep inside already. “Fuck,” you gasped as half his length pushed inside your walls.

“So tight for me,” Min Ho groaned before pulling out, just to thrust right back in.

His hips rhythmically jutted up against yours. Your body was in compete ecstasy as Min Ho’s breaths grew heavy. He yanked the thin straps of your night gown down just to watch your tits bounce with no restraint.

Min Ho loved getting you like this, so lost in how good he could take care of you. He smirked as he listened to your minimum efforts to conceal your moans. Your tightly sealed lips didn’t stop any NSWF noises.

Just a not began to form inside of you, a knock at the door and an unaware voice greeted you, “Y/n L/n! It’s time for your nightly dorm room inspection,”.

“Shit!” You mumbled as Min Ho gently placed you on the ground before scurrying off into your bedroom to find a hiding spot. “One moment please!” You replied, kicking your’s and Min Ho’s clothes under your couch.

Hurriedly, you grabbed one of your appropriately sized coats to conceal your naked body. You quickly yanked the door open which startled the more senior student who stood at your door.

“Hello,” you nodded as you raked a hand through your potentially messy hair. “Please come in, sorry about the mess,” you say with an embarrassed smile.

Whenever Min Ho was over while inspections took place, you always held your breath for the worst outcomes. Min Ho usually hid in your closet, behind your suitcases and other articles of clothing that could easily conceal his frame.

As the inspector searched the unit half interestedly, you acted as calm as possible. Your attention slightly wavered as you reminisced how Minho was fucking you just mere moment ago.

What caught your attention was the creaking of your closet door being opened. Your eyes widened as the student stepped inside and left your gaze for a moment just before stepping back out.

“Y/n,” they said, to which your ears perked up anxiously, “Make sure to have the light bulb in your closet changed, it seems to almost be out,” they explained.

“Of course,” you nodded assuringly, the breath you were holding in dissipate as they made their way to the front door.

“Thank you for your time,” they said politely as you unlocked and opened the door for them.

“Anytime,” you waved before the shutting the door again.

You shedded your coat and made your way back into the bedroom, were a naked Min Ho laid. He wordlessly motioned for you to join him.

Right as you crawled onto the bed, Min Ho immediately had you under him. Both of you wearing a smug grin on your lips.

“Where were we?” He said before leaning down to kiss you.

You ran your hands through his perfectly cut hair while his kisses began to trace your jaw, your neck, and started to leave love bites alone your collarbone. He pulled away and watched as your chest rose and fell exaggeratedly. Your completely naked body yearned for his touch.

With your eyes focused heavily on Min Ho, you watched as he stroked his cock. The groans that erupted from his lips were like music to your ears. As he climbed back on top of you, he lifted and spread your legs farther apart. His length inching closer and closer to your pussy.

Your breathing hitched as you felt him slide into your walls with full force, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Min Ho placed his mouth on yours as an attempt to stifle your noises.

But it became harder to remain silent as he continuously rammed his cock into your cunt. The wet sound of you taking his dick so good only made Min Ho fuck you rougher.

“You better stay quiet,” Min Ho muttered, “Or else everyone will find out how damn good I am at fucking you,” he smirked, watching your eyes roll back. “Taking it so easy, huh?”

You could only muster a groan as the pit in your stomach returned. Min Ho loved the feeling of your walls tightening as you got close to climaxing.

“Gonna cum for me?” he asked, knowing full well that any further response from you would be at max volume. “Come on my dick Y/n,” he ordered.

Min Ho spared no space between the two of you began slamming his dick so deep inside your pussy. Your back arched, allowing his dick to repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

“That’s it,” he said, as your body began to quiver and your warm cum covered his length. He slowed down momentarily, allowing you to feel the high. “Was that good?” he asked as you caught your breath.

“Yeah but what about you?” you questioned unknowingly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with your pussy yet,” Min Ho huffed before meeting a proper pace.

You tiredly watched as he used your cunt, telling you how good are for him. He loves showering his affections towards you after making you come, knowing that only he gets you like that.

As the rhythm of his thrusts began to stutter, you felt his cock twitch slightly. Min Ho hesitantly gave a few more thrusts before quickly pulling out.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his cum covered your lower abdomen.

Grabbing a couple tissues from your nightstand, Min Ho gave you a proper wipe down before laying down beside you.

“Our little secret?” You asked, raising your pinky.

JAN 2025

[jaysng]

tickling your sides — kim mingyu

pairing: husband!mingyu x wife!reader

genre: comedy, fluff

summary: just mingyu being a teasing fuck as always.

You both lay on the bed, limbs tangled beneath the warmth of the duvet, the soft glow of TikTok videos flickering in the otherwise dark room. The gentle buzz of the phone mixes with the quiet of the night, creating a perfect sense of calm.

Your freshly shaved, smooth legs are nestled against Mingyu’s, the contrast between his hairy, muscular leg and your glazed-donut-soft skin making the difference all the more noticeable.

You feel his presence so vividly, his warmth radiating off his body and onto yours.

Mingyu’s large frame dominates most of the bed, his arm lazily resting behind his head while the other one holds his phone, scrolling through mindless content. You’re watching too, giggling at the random videos, when suddenly you feel it—his foot brushing against your leg, then retreating like it didn’t just happen.

The ticklish sensation makes you twitch, but you ignore it, assuming it was an accident.

A couple more videos play, but then, it happens again—this time with more intent.

His hairy leg lightly swipes across your smooth skin again, teasingly. You look over at him, already knowing he’s got that mischievous glint in his eye. He’s acting like he’s completely focused on the screen, but you know better.

“Mingyu, stop,” you say, your tone a mix of amusement and warning.

He chuckles but doesn’t look at you, still pretending he’s interested in whatever TikTok is on. “What?” he says, completely feigning innocence.

You roll your eyes but let it go, settling back into the comfort of the bed. The video on his phone switches to something else, and you relax, thinking the moment has passed. But then, without warning, his hand sneaks under the blanket and his fingers brush lightly over your side, right under your rib cage—the spot that always gets you.

You flinch immediately, your body reacting before your mind even registers it, and you squirm away from him, a laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. “Stop it, Mingyu! I’m serious!”

He’s grinning now, full-on amused with himself, his deep, low laughter rumbling in the quiet room. “I didn’t do anything,” he says, but the mischievous glint in his eyes tells a different story.

You give him a warning look, still smiling though, and try to focus on the phone. But, predictably, his hand moves again, this time poking your side more deliberately. His fingers dig lightly into your side through the blanket, and you jump again, letting out a half-scream, half-laugh.

“Mingyu!” you shout, swatting at his hand as you try to wriggle away from him under the covers.

He’s laughing harder now, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he enjoys every second of your reaction. “I’m just keeping you awake,” he teases, pulling his hand back but clearly not ready to stop.

You give him a playful glare, shifting away from him slightly, but you know it’s only a matter of time before he tries again. And, sure enough, after a few seconds of calm, his hand darts out one more time, and his fingers find your side yet again, this time really going for it. The blanket muffles your squeal as you try to wriggle away from his grasp, but it’s no use. He’s got you pinned.

“That’s it!” you exclaim, pulling yourself up slightly. “I’m not sleeping with you anymore!”

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, still laughing as you dramatically try to yank his pillow out from under his head. You grip it with both hands, determined to show him you mean business, but his muscular body barely moves. You pull harder, but his strength is no match for yours, and the pillow doesn’t budge an inch.

He’s laughing even more now, his deep, booming laugh filling the room as you struggle to pull the pillow. “Oh, come on!” he says between breaths, clearly entertained by your effort. “You really think you can take my pillow?”

You let out an exaggerated huff, giving the pillow one last pull before finally giving up. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, sitting back down with your arms crossed, still glaring at him.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he says, still chuckling but trying to sound sincere. He sits up slightly, holding his hands up in surrender. “I won’t do it anymore, I promise.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “God promise?”

He bites his lip, trying to hold back a grin. “God promise,” he repeats, his voice dripping with faux sincerity.

You eye him suspiciously for a moment before deciding to trust him. “Alright then,” you say, settling back down beside him. You both shift under the blanket, the mood calming down as you cuddle closer, your head resting against his shoulder.

For a few minutes, everything is peaceful again, and you let yourself relax, thinking that maybe—just maybe—he’s actually done messing with you.

But of course, this is Mingyu. Just when you think the teasing is over, you feel him shift beside you, his hand moving under the blanket again. You tense up immediately, eyes wide as you turn to him.

“Mingyu…” you warn, your voice low but sharp.

He grins at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I didn’t even touch you!” he says, his voice full of fake innocence as his hand hovers just above your side, threatening to tickle without actually doing it.

“Mingyu, I swear!” you say, swatting at his hand, but he pulls it back before you can make contact. You narrow your eyes at him, fully irritated now, but also unable to stop the smile creeping onto your face. “You said God promise!”

He shrugs, that grin still plastered on his face. “I didn’t break it. I didn’t even touch you.”

“You’re impossible,” you groan, rolling your eyes but unable to stop laughing as you nudge him with your elbow.

“I didn’t break the promise!” he protests, leaning over to nuzzle his face into your neck, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. “I’m innocent!”

“Yeah, right,” you mutter, still trying to act annoyed but your resolve weakening as you feel his warmth against you.

“Come on, don’t be mad,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, teasing fading into affection as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You sigh, giving in as you let yourself relax into his embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of being close to him. The irritation fades quickly, replaced by that cozy, warm feeling that only he can give you.

“I’m still mad,” you say, but your voice is softer now, no real bite behind it.

Mingyu laughs quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sure you are.”

The two of you fall back into a comfortable silence, the warmth of his body enveloping you as you drift off together, TikToks forgotten as the night settles in around you.

do not copy or plagiarize my work — @/jaysng

[hyunpic]

[clawsdevour]

full strength

wc: 0.2k content warning: smut, gojo x reader, no protection, not proofread

*..:⠀ೀ "

"fuuuck..!" he groaned into your ear, the hot breathiness clinging onto your sticky sheer skin "how many rounds has it been?"

feeling gojo's cock slide out all the way, panting and heaving for air. gojo's glass blue eyes stare you down as he jerks out his load, shooting it onto your bare shiny tits and stomach, glazing you like a donut.

he can't help but look at the masterpiece he's created underneath, ready to go again, painting you with every drop he has left.

"want to feel you inside.." shaking your arms up for his stature.

slapping his cock in hand and onto your stomach to tease you, the thudding sound as it makes contact with your skin makes you shiver in delight.

your eyes darting towards his pink blazing tip that stared back with anger as his large hand guides it between your sopping wet folds. the sounds the friction creates was just so lewd you couldn't help it even if it's been more than a few rounds.

"do you want it that bad?" gojo snickers under his breath.

moving his tip away from your intimate area, slapping your stomach with it once more. he's scooping up his milky fluids, watching it drip off his cock with hunger.

"i'll show you my full strength," shoving you full with his glazed cock as you let out a yelp.

masterlist here

[gold-onthe-inside]

a shot of whiskey

who? spencer reid x tough!reader content warnings: mentions of knife wounds and blood word count: 538 summary: reader contemplates whether she's sweet enough for spencer a/n: just something i wrote on the train so maybe it makes sense, maybe it doesn't. there's no real plot

Your fingers have calluses on them, and there was a welt on your arm, an unsub's knife taking a slice through once smooth skin. You hadn't even felt it while taking him down, the adrenaline of the fight carrying you through but Spencer had all but dragged you to the ambulance to get it stitched up, his large hand staunching your blood. 

He was sleeping on his stomach, no matter how many times you've told him that it's bad for his back. Something happens in the middle of the night, where he rolls over onto you, as if he needs to know you're still here. The fear of losing each other is palpable, especially when so often, you and Derek are the first through the door. You can't help yourself; you're impatient, and irritable when a case is going nowhere, like each victim that turns up is a personal failure. How many times have you turned over in the middle of the night, wondering who's next? 

He doesn’t like your morbid line of thinking, you do your best to protect him from it, but you've always been this way - rough around the edge, like a serrated knife. You know how to draw blood better than staunching it. Everyone's been a victim of it, noone more than you. You don't know how to wax poetics like Spencer does, how to whisper sweet nothings in his ear like he does. The best you can do is make him coffee how he likes it, more sugar than coffee powder, no creamer because it dilutes the caffeine or something. 

You leaned over, pulling down the neck of his pyjama top, kissing the back of his neck, your nose nuzzled in his hair, his hot coffee waiting on the bedside table with a coaster on top so it doesn’t cool while you gently wake him. Your hand trailed down his smooth back, your hand rough no matter how much moisturiser you use. He shifted under your touch, this large lump in your bed turning over to blink at you and rub at his eyes. "Morning," he mumbled and you smiled at him faintly, always so restrained. The dark circles around his eyes are permanent, he won't listen to your cold spoon and damp teabags trick, because genius though he is, self care is like pulling teeth.

"Morning," you murmured, watching him sit up and recognise his cardigan from yesterday on you. 

"How do you always look better than me in those?" he said petulantly, pouting a little, looking at you as you hugged your knees, knobbly and scarred from a childhood of falling over. You always hated kneepads. 

"I made coffee," you said, knowing one sip of your coffee would make all his petulance melt. There's few other secrets that you have to make him feel loved - knowing his takeout order, chocolate glazed donuts with sprinkles, reading to him in general. You've never been particularly romantic, you'd rather a quiet night in watching a docuseries than at a fancy restaurant, and as you watched him drink his sugary coffee, you wonder if he deserves someone sweeter than you. 

"It's perfect," he said with his saccharine smile.

Just like you, you think.

[chaos0pikachu]

word of honor is a comfort show specifically for scenes like when Cheng Ling the accidently adopted child of two mass murderers gets kidnapped by Soft Butch Assassin and her girlfriend High Femme Assassin for a piece of the glazed donut when Zhou Zi Shu shows up like "UNHAND MY CHILD!!" And CL is all "omg I'm your son 🥺🥺" and ZZS is like "I suddenly can't read I don't know mariah carey.gif" meanwhile our lesbian assassins are like "god people have no respect for torture time anymore" and they all have a swirly twirly fight b/c everyone is dressed to the NINES b/c if you're gonna be a murderer in a wuxia show you are also gonna look PEAK FABULOUS thank you very fucking much and then ZZS is like "oh no my nipple nails of cancer are acting up" and whenever his nipples are aching who shows up but Wen Ke Xing busting through the door like the koolaid man with the energy of a queen lip syncing for her life on Rupaul all "HOW DARE YOU HARM MY HUSBAND AND OUR CHILD" and ZZS is like "he's not our child!!" and another swirly twirly fight happens and the lesbians dip so our marital arts family chases them outside only to be confronted by ZOMBIES or crackheads whichever and WKX is like "husband, take our child and run" and ZZS is obviously not gonna do that cause like both a feral cat & a millennial he's always Down to Fight and also lacks general self-preservation so WKX is like "dying alongside you is also a beautiful way to die" meanwhile CL in the back wondering if they could all just not die like he didn't stick a piece of the glazed donut in his stomach and hang out with his boring, beige, busted uncles for 2 weeks just get eaten train to busan style the fuck

and then Scorpion King (not the rock) floats down from the sky in slow mo like a Jrock act floating down onto the stage playing his little guitar like "HELLOOOOOOOO ANCIENT CHINA!! HOW WE FEELING TONIGHT?" and ZZS is like "not a fucking band kid" so he throws smoke bombs naruto style and they all dip

and in the end of all~~~ of this CL is like "so I'm your son right?" and ZZS is like, "fuck it, fine" and signs the adoption papers while wwx is like planning an autumn wedding