#keeping this ring on my finger TILL I DIE

[kokiriofthevalley]

If I ever say that I don't like tloz or Ganondorf anymore then you need to slap me across the face IMMEDIATELY. Never in my life will I divorce my wife.

..lov.. lov him sm (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[makismei]

❝ YOU A SUPERMAN? OR… A MINUTE MAN?

♡ fem!reader x various

featuring…. gojo satoru, nanami kento & fushiguro toji

cw: 18+, minors dni, squirting, overstim, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, anal play (nanami)

synopsis: who’s pounding till the sun rises and who’s clocking out after one round?!

notes from mei! tbh the title doesn’t really make sense… i listened to mcnasty(?) by jay park when it came out a while back and that lyric really resounded in my soul

GOJO ♡ a quick shot. but his dick stays hard. pretty superman-esque if you ask me.

“you idiot—fuuuck, stop moving your hips!” the sound of both of your cum sloshing together rings in your ears. you’re pushing at his tummy, quivering legs haphazardly thrown over his shoulders and tears bubbling in your lash line.

it feels so full inside of you. you’ve both been going at it for god knows how long; his release smeared on your lower tummy and inner thighs.

satoru moves your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours as he starts to press weight into each thrust.

“ahh, mmaahhh!” head shaking back and forth on the pillow, “‘m gonna cum! i can’t—satoru, m’ gonna die!”

he’s practically whining, ignoring your pleas with sweat beading down his temple as he plows you relentlessly. “baby, i can’t hold out.”

his head’s thrown back, feeling his dick twitch whenever he kisses your cervix just right, eyes rolling back into his skull.

“y’feel so good baby, why do you feel so good?” he pants, not realizing he’s filling you up with hot ropes of cum. he’s still thrusting and you swear if he keeps this up your bottom half is going to be numb.

still absolutely rock hard inside of you, he turns you on your side, one leg still on his shoulder while he grinds against that one spot that renders you speechless.

“let me have one more, baby.” he whines, legs shaking, “‘m still so hard f’you.”

NANAMI ♡ depends. he’s good at holding himself off, but he also enjoys stuffing you with multiple loads of his cum.

he’s groaning, eyes lidded as he watches you align his cock with your leaky slit. globs of his cum seep from your pussy, soiling his faintly coloured pubic hairs. someway, somehow, you managed to flip your previous positions and he’s the one laying on the mattress instead of you.

“my love,” he breathes, his large hand; callused from his work but still so gentle, caresses your hip, “i’m not going anywhere.”

it��s as if you’re in a rush, scrambling like he’s going to disappear.

you whine, legs quivering when his tip swipes against your entrance. “please, nami, i want you to cum again… it feels s’good.”

he smiles, his other hand reaching out to hold your face, thumb gently stroking against your cheek. “so needy today… have i been neglecting you?”

leaning down, you bury your face into his neck, grinding your soaked pussy onto his hardening cock. you hum shyly, distracting yourself by leaving wet kisses on his neck and shoulder.

he hums, your shyness making him all smug and sappy. “so that’s what it is, huh?”

you feel him harden, before he’s lifting you and dropping you down on his cock. you tense, squealing into his shoulder. languidly, he’s making you fuck down onto him, his own hips jolting up to meet you halfway.

sneakily, a hand makes it’s way down to your ass. he swats playfully before gathering slick at the point where you’re both connected. surprised, your eyes widen when you feel his finger start playing with your rim. it’s gentle, soft massaging as he’s jackhammering into you.

with your legs shaking, he doesn’t bother trying to move your hips, simply doing the work for you.

you’re gushing, liquid drooling from your pusey before you force yourself off of him, practically screaming as you squirt all over his lap. nanami groans, pulling you back down onto him to chase his release.

“oh my god—oh, fuuucckk!!” nails digging into his skin, your eyes roll back from the onslaught of pleasure. “‘s shoo gooood!”

he chuckles in your ear, but it gets cut off with a moan, flooding your cunt with his seed. kissing your tear-soaked cheeks, he smiles against your skin. “still feeling neglected, baby?”

TOJI ♡ one round and he’s hooonkkk mimimi… but he’s fucks nawwstyyy. like. he fucks you so good one round has you nearly passed out and quivering—drool and tears all over the pillow and your squirt leaving a niceee puddle right underneath you.

“that’s right, doll.” he whistles lowly, watching your legs tense, knees lifting themselves off the bed as he continues to bury his fingers into your cunt, his pupils practically dilating as he continuously prods against your sweet spot.

it’s wet and sticky between your legs, pussy glistening under the cheap glow of your bedside night light.

you’re damn near in a downward dog, face smushed into the mattress as your squirt soaks the bed. toji doesn’t let up, toying with your clit as he grins, cock twitching in his boxers.

when you slump face first into the bed, you’re practically drooling as you know what’s coming next. sturdy, thickset fingers knead the globes of your ass, before you feel his heavy cock sneaking it’s way into your slit.

“look at you,” he jeers, leaky tip pressing into your cunt. “being such a sweetheart after i made you squirt a few times.”

he buries himself to the hilt and you think you’re going cross-eyed. “yeah,” he croons, hips finding rhythm and bouncing on the fat of your ass, “you just wanna cum, ain’t that right?”

“yeesshh!” you cry. this position allows him too much control. you’re flat on your stomach, barely holding yourself up from your elbows. toji bares his weight on you, practically humping you and you know, he’s about to cum.

his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly, scarred lips leaving wet kisses on your shoulder. “‘m gonna cum, baby,” he breathes, “you’ll take it, won’t’cha?”

you nod, eyes teary, “mmhm!”

you feel his lips against your skin, grinning. “cum with me baby, c’mon. you got it.”

as if his words have magic, he thrusts a couple more times before he feels you squeeze, and he’s a goner. groaning, he has a feeling you’re squirting again while he’s shooting rope after rope inside of you. he’s dizzy, practically blacking out after he pulls out, wiping you down with his shirt that he’s mistaken for a towel.

he slumps beside you, with his eyes closed, he slings a hefty arm over your waist. you adjust as he pulls you closer, lips brushing against your scapula.

he’s snoring before you know it.

panel is from i’ve become the target of his affection ^.^

[snowsinterlude]

need someone older.

(teacher!coriolanus × student!reader.)

summary: a teacher can do a lot in private lessons.

c.w: reader is 19 for repeating a year, age gap (coryo's 29), fingering, tummy bulge, heavy smut, edging (f. recieving), overstimulation, stuffed panties, mild public sex, petnames (coryo calls reader bunny, pet, good girl.), reader thinks coryo is married so . cheating implications, marriage proposal

being a dumb girl was something you tried your best to do ever since you repeated the first year of high school, watching all your friends graduating before you was something you weren't proud about- not for them, but for you. you were supposed to be by their side.

thankfully, you had your professor, coriolanus snow. god. he was the only reason for you to pay attention to class (or at least try to), you were hungry for his approval. for you to be called a "good girl", and be said that you've done well in your tests? yeah, you were willing to do anything for that.

when he offered you private classes, you said yeah without even thinking much. you needed to learn, and spending more time with him was something you craved for. the ring on his finger? fuck it. you wanted it. you deserved it. more than his wife – if he had one.

you've been day dreaming about it constantly, eyes always searching for his on every class you had with him, and he would keep that smile painted on his face, not wanting anyone to think you were the reason for him to be smiling, even if you were, the didn't need to know about it.

"bunny," he voiced, leaning on your desk and taking advantage of the fact that you both were on the library, every student on the school had gone home and the teachers had gathered to go to a nearby bar. "stop looking at my dick now, will we?" he said, chuckling at you.

"huh?" you asked, finally waking to your reality.

"you need to learn that if you don't want to repeat a grade again." he said, sitting by your side, his hand holding your thigh. "you don't want to repeat now, do you?" you shaked your head negatively, and he loved seeing you like that, shy as a kitten even if you usually had his dick on your mouth when that used to happen. "c'mon, don't look at me like that. we have to put these things on your brain if you want to graduate already." he said.

his fingers slowly travelled all the way up on your panties, finding a small damp on the fabric, he looked at you with his usual smirk, his pupils blown already from everything he was about to do to you.

and now you looked like a mess. hands gripping on the library desk as your legs trembled with the aftermath of every time you almost came. you counted six till now, crying from how good it felt having him behind you, his fingers thrusting lewdly into your cunt.

"c-coryo- t-teacher, please. please stop it, i have to cum- i can't hold it in anymore!" you begged, clenching as his fingers rubbed deliciously on your clit after thrusting so many times inside you.

"well, it's not my fault, pet. you're the one getting your questions wrong." he said, pulling his dick to tease the core of your pussy, your cries only making him feel and making his ego bigger. "tell me, baby, how do you want it?"

"q-quick, pleease! if it get slower i-i think i'll die!" you said, legs spread as your skirt revealed a small part of your ass.

"oh, c'mon, i'm sure you can take it, baby" he purred in your ear, the tip of his cock teasing your pussy and slapping your clit slightly, making your body jolt slightly. you bend over, your elbows being now your main support at that table.

"please, teacher..!" you begged. but he didn’t even bat an eye to your cries, slowly sliding his dick inside you, and fuck, you both fucked on wednesday, how come he always seems to stretch you up so good? the pace he choose to torture you with was so slow, making sure you felt every inch of his dick inside you, stretching you, making you his. "please, don't do that to me. j-just ask something easier!" you cried.

"easier? okay... let's see" his hips bucked slowly into yours, your pussy gushing around him as if your own body needed that- as if he was the hair you breathed for. "what's your age, babe?" he asked, a playful tone being cast as his free hand massaged your boob, pinching on your nipple and freeing both your boobs from it's cage.

"n-nineteen." you said, and he laughed again as he said: "good girl, you're right.", his hips giving you a powerful thrust that made you cum with only that, making you cry from your own humiliation.

"ah, bunny, don't tell me you came already only with that." he said, joking with your face as you cried.

"i'm sorry- too good. i-it was too deep." he laughed, pulling back and thrusting deeper again, this time, you made sure not to cum again, edging yourself as he changed your position to put your leg over his broad shoulder, his dick making a bulge appear at your tummy. he loved that view- much more than he loved you.

"look at you, taking me so well. how does it feel, baby? use one of the words we learned at the literature class," he grunted your tightness coating his dick with your own juices, "use them, even if it's just two, and i'll let you cum."

"tortuous," you begin, crying from how good it felt, from how dumb you were getting. "spiralling, it's twirling my insides!" you cried. and he smilled, kissing and licking your tears before placing the most gentle kiss on your lips, pouding faster into you as you closed your eyes shut, moaning and grunting from all the pleasure- and yet you tried your best to avoid moaning only to hear his moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"good girl." he said, his hands holding your hips as he fucked you. it felt truly out of your world experience. his phone ringed just at the right moment he hit your cervix. "t-teacher, your phone- it can be your wife." you said, earning a frown from him as he turned the phone off.

"wife? baby, i'm single." he said, chuckling at you. "you've been walking around school with my cum stuffed in your panties even thought you thought i was married?" he pounded into you with a more quicken pace. "god, what a dirty girl you are. fucking around with married teachers." he teased you.

you felt a heat on your cheeks that you never felt before. god, how much would you end up humiliating yourself? "b-but, fuck! y-your ring-"

he showed you the ring. taking it off his finger with his mouth and sticking his tongue to you, an invitation for you to take the ring.

"keep it." he said once you took the ring

"but- s-sir, i-"

"mm, bunny, i'm a faithful man." he said. "and right now, i'm faithful to you." he said. you squirmed deliciously at the feeling of his cock filling you up again, his tip on your cervix as you came again, and soon enough, he came too.

he helped you get dressed into your panties again and straightned your clothes, a cast kiss on your lips before he smiled sweetly at you, putting the ring on your middle finger.

"i hope you know what that means."

"i-i do." you said, for both questions heavily implied in that context.

"great. then make sure to graduate, bunny." he smiled. "i'm sure the honeymoon will be great."

[kisssukuna33]

HusbandSukuna! Who's never been the one to understand today's relationships. 50/50? No, his woman will never touch a single bill with her delicate fingers as long as he's alive and well.

HusbandSukuna! Who never understood the whole "giving your relationship time before proposing" thing. You aren't a real man if you drag out your relationship and take what you have for granted, Atleast that must have been what he was thinking when he put a big rock on your finger after dating for only 7 months.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes his role as your fiancé VERY seriously. He asked you to move in with him just right after he proposed. He does everything he can to make sure you feel comfortable in his house. He even went as far to renovate half of the house to your liking despite your much protesting that it's not needed.

HusbandSukuna! Who checks everyday to see if you are wearing the ring he put on you. it almost become a habbit for him to kiss the ring in your finger every single morning. Not just in the morning, whenever you two hangout in the public he intentionally kisses it to give other people the signal that his girl is strictly taken.

HusbandSukuna! Who wants to get married as soon as possible but he respect your time and choices. He doesn't want you to get overwhelmed by this at all, so he waits patiently ( had to restraint himself from asking like 5 times)

HusbandSukuna! Who gets so freaking happy when you finally confront him about being ready for marriage. The moment those words slip from your mouth his hands instantly go to your waist to pull you closer, closer till your foreheads are touching, He places a warm kiss on your temple and the next thing you hear makes your heart warm and fuzzy.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I promise to be the best husband and I swear on my life I will take care of you and protect you till I die, I love you"

HusbandSukuna! Who jumps straight into the wedding planning. He hears from his married friends how stressful wedding planning was to them and he determines to not make you experience any bit of the stress, He tries everything in his power to make things go smooth as possible.

HusbandSukuna! Who breakdown in tears the moment he saw you walking the aisle to everyone's shock. The grumpy tatted 6'4 scary big guy who has given them nothing but attitude crying over seeing the love of his life walking down aisle? Who would have thought.

HusbandSukuna! Who immediately intertwine your fingers with his as he looks into your eyes like he sees nothing but the whole world in them and wait no minute to whisper "The prettiest, mine"

HusbandSukuna! who finally breaks free from his staring as the wedding officiant clears his throat to let him know that there's a whole wedding left to finish.

Everyone expect him to do a short vow and get done with it. Sukuna isn't known as the most expressive guy after all, but to everyone's surprise the vow lasted whole 15 minutes!! It was filled with nothing but love and appreciation for you and the little grin plastered in his mouth at the end of the vow makes it obvious how proud he was of himself ( I mean practicing this costed him a years worth friend too, after he suggested Sukuna to add some dirty degrading sex joke about you in the vows he ended up punching the guy as a result, so hell yeah he's proud of this!)

HusbandSukuna! Who keeps the honeymoon destination as a surprise till last minute, and your heart fills with joy as you realize he took you back to the beach you two first met, a place special to you both.

He booked the hotel room with the best view to the beach as expected.

HusbandSukuna! Who's heart feel warm all of a sudden, it's only a year ago he believed himself to be someone who's unable to be loved. Oh how much have changed since then.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes your hand and drags you to the balcony for a dance.

The smell of the beach, evening lightening, sounds of the ocean..All adds to the atmosphere as you two get lost in yourselves.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes a glance at the beach and sees a young family, not much older than both of you playing in the sand with their little girl.

HusbandSukuna! Who has a small smile tugged at his lips as he mentally promises to himself that he will return here again after you two finally complete your own little family.

No grammar checks, forgive me I'm too lazy

What do we think about part 2?

[dendroseelie]

when zhongli returned home after an uneventful day at the wangshen funeral parlour, he realised that it was eerily quiet - unlike the way it would be when he'd often find you in bed reading. this quietness was rather stifling, rather dead.

he had undone his laced boots in a hurry, a sliver of worry slithering in.

“y/n?” he had called out, voice tentative but dripping with love. “are you home, darling?”

he hadn't received a response but he soon found you curled up into a ball in bed as he waltzed further into his home. the air is still, even as zhongli sinks into bed beside you, his fingers trailing on your body, reaching out, coaxing you into his arms. that is when the silence shatters — a soft sniffle, one that could easily be missed but for zhongli, it might as well have echoed between liyue’s highest peaks.

“oh my darling,” he whispers, his arms tugging you into his chest. the tenderness in his voice, the gentleness in his fingers finally breaks the dams you had been holding back the whole day and you finally cry.

zhongli’s heart clenches painfully. he has been alive for many milennia, seen things that may leave even archons haunted but he fears nothing hurts him more than seeing you in pain.

“are you alright, y/n? do you wish to speak about it?”

you incoherently mumble your dissent into his chest, voice wet and stuffy.

“alright,” zhongli simply agrees.

for a long time, the two of you stay there in the sanctity of your shared bed. your sniffles soon die out and you lay there, breaths still heavy, in your lover’s arms.

zhongli thinks to himself that this was the only power he needed, even if he is stripped off his elemental blessings, the power to comfort you - it is something he would never trade.

“my beloved…” zhongli rumbles into the top of your head. his long fingers massage the nape of your neck.

you melt under his touch, as if the knot you had been carrying in your chest the whole day finally falls loose. you feel the warm tendrils of sleep begin to reach out.

“sorry,” you begin. “i just had a really awful day.”

you can feel his lips curve into a soft smile before they press into your forehead. “i see not why you're apologizing to me.”

“you came home and then you had to…deal with all of this.”

his fingers don't stop their ministrations, and the just-right pressure against your scalp only makes your eyes flutter. “and? are you not mine to care for?”

“still…”

zhongli takes a moment to reach for your palm. he brings it up to his mouth before his lips press a reverent kiss on your ring clad finger. “did we not vow to love, cherish and care for each other, my beloved?”

“we did.”

he hums. “exactly. and who is morax if not a man of his words? a contract is a contract after all. a vow is a vow and i intend to keep it till my last breath.”

[madridfangirl]

Dichotomy

(Jude Bellingham Blurb)

Set post the Girona away game (24/25). Jude texts with his gf after the match.

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After the win, Jude skipped to the dressing room & found a message from his girlfriend.

'Riddle me something?'

He sat down in front of his locker & started typing.

'What? Also, no 'congrats' or 'you were amazing' or 'I'm proud of you'?'

'Congrats. You were amazing. I'm proud of you.'

'Gee thanks. Now, riddle you what?'

She sent him the two photos.

'How are these the same person? In a span of 5 mins? What is this dichotomy?'

'Erm what?'

'Like how do you go from barking orders on the pitch & dominating everyone (including your own teammates at times) to these toddler antics?'

'Toddler what?'

'You looked like my 3 year old nephew wrapped in those blankets asking for a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter night.'

'Is that your way of saying I looked cute?'

'🤷‍♀️'

'IT WAS COLD AF! Like, you play half naked and tell me you don't need blankets after. Even my fingers were frozen.'

She could almost hear the whine even in his text.

'You even sound like my nephew now. Also, people would pay 10x the money to see you play half naked so stop being so dramatic.'

'Whatever.'

'Awww.'

'Don't do that.'

'You know what I do when my nephew throws tantrums like this?'

'What? Also, this ain't a tantrum.'

She refused to even address the second part of the sentence.

'I give him his favorite treats, snuggle with him under a cozy blanket, pamper him endlessly till he giggles and jumps on me happily.'

That got his attention.

'I won't mind that.'

' Yeah?'

'Yeah am hurt & cold & sad. Need some cheering up.'

'Sad? You just won the match AND the MOTM.'

'Those things can go together.'

'Ofcourse.'

'So I'll come to yours from the airport? Will be late in the night but....tomorrow is Sunday.'

'Yeah you can come.'

'Coool.'

5 seconds later he was typing again.

'Something was said about fav treats?'

'What do you want?'

'Hot chocolate. Some fries. And you.'

'Yes. Yes. And no.'

'?????'

'I'm on my period you loon.'

'Thought you were already done?'

'No it's still day 5.'

'Universe keeps conspiring against me.'

'Sure. Me having to go through this tremendous discomfort every month is universe conspiring against you.'

'Obviously.'

'Whatever.'

'Now who's being a kid?'

'Still you.'

'Seriously you're sure it's day 5?'

She could practically hear his whining ringing in her ear.

'I don't know how to answer that.'

'Fine.'

Jude packed up his bag & got on the team bus without taking a shower. The staff reminded him but he refused, saying he'd die if he goes near water right now. They just smiled back and let him be. But some teammates gave him some stick which he didn't give two hoots about.

What he did give two hoots about was being outmaneuvered by his girlfriend. Even against her he didn't like losing, not even remotely.

He sat in the back, watched the team celebrating upfront but refused to move (again, too cold). Pulling out his phone, he re-read the exchange and sent her a quick message.

'Riddle me this?'

Her curiosity was piqued.

'Yes?'

Jude went straight for the kill. Typing without gloves was an effort & he wanted to save energy.

'How come you like me all aggressive & dominant on the pitch but not in bed? What is this dichotomy?'

When she didn't respond for 30 seconds, he mock-teased.

'Earth to dove, you there?'

'You are...those things...in bed also.'

'Not enough.'

'So...what else would you...you know?'

'Naa would rather show you tomorrow night.'

'Maybe tell me a bit? So I can...wrap my head around it?'

'Telling is no fun. Doing is.'

'Judeee.'

It was her turn to whine. He smiled at the screen.

'I like it when you are a bit nervous & on edge. The sounds you make then>>>'

'You're insufferable. And shameless.'

'Sure. Getting on the flight in 5. See you in under 2 hours. Prepare the treats that are rightfully mine. Mwahhh.'

'BYE.'

'And dove?'

'What??'

'I love you.'

Just like that, all her irritation / nerves fizzled away. And she couldn't wait for him to come to her, so she could wrap him up in a blanket and spoil him silly.

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He deserves all the spoiling and pampering :)

Hope you liked it!

[revasserium]

A request for the prompt "Stolen kisses" + Zayne!! Thank you so much :D

also I love your writing SOO much <3

prompt list reqs are: temporarily closed

49. stolen kisses

zayne; 1,720 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", whipped!zayne, implied sex, but still very saucy, zayne is hornee 24/7 and hes not afraid to show it

summary: 3 kisses, some stolen, others willingly given

a/n: i believe in my heart of hearts that zayne is barely keeping it together around the mc

one. After dinner, when the pair of you are cleaning up and your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you back into him as he presses a kiss to your neck before trailing his lips up to your cheek. Your laughter rings through the kitchen, folding around the pair of you like wings. His smile is soft, is radiant, is tender and absolute as he pulls back to regard you with his searching eyes.

“Good dinner?” he asks.

“The best,” you answer, grinning as you trail a finger along his jaw to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Good…” he breathes the word against your cheek, leaning in, the ends of his bangs tickling the skin of your face. You make to pull back, but his arms loop tighter around your waist, pressing you close, holding you against the solid cool of the marble countertop.

“But we haven’t yet had dessert.”

Heat flushes up your neck and up, up, up till you can feel your face burning, as you blink up at him from beneath your lashes, feigning innocence.

“I didn’t know we had dessert planned on the menu.”

His grin goes sideways, his eyes taking on a darker, more dangerous light.

“It’s not always planned but…” his voice trails off as a tingling shiver races up your spine, “It is always… considered.”

And then, he leans in to kiss you — and he kisses you with a hunger that has nothing to do with the scrumptious meal you’ve just shared and everything to do with the pulsing heat coalescing between your bodies as he lifts you up onto the counter.

He kisses you like he wants to ruin your mouth for all other tastes but him; he kisses you as if he’s already been ruined by the taste of you.

two. It is unprofessional; you know — and so does he — to do this here, with your back pressed against the wood of his office door, his white coat slipping off his shoulders, his glasses nearly knocked askance by the force of this kiss.

You’d always known that just beneath his smooth, tempered glass facade is the kind of roiling heat that makes up the heart of the earth, the kind of passion that licked at the mouths of volcanoes and rends the sky into nothing but a devastation of ashes.

But here, now, the only rending is his fingers pressing into the dip of your waist, the only devastation his tongue as it traces along the inside of your teeth. You hear yourself make a low, wanton noise and feel him react, his fingers tightening impossibly, his mouth ever and ever more demanding.

“Z-Zayne… we —” but the words die on your lips as he drops his to the bare skin of your neck. You can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your mouth, nor the sudden flash of memory — crystal clear and sharp, as if carved from ice — of the night before, when he had sunk his teeth into your bare shoulder and twisted your hair with trembling fists. It had been pain and impossible, improbable passion. All urge and fire, desperation and need.

“Shhh…” Zayne murmurs against your skin, groaning softly as he finds your lips with his own again. And you are helpless all over again. Weak against the burning need of his embrace.

A soft knock shocks both of you from the frenzied passion soaking through your bones, threatening to blot out your good sense entirely. You pull apart, gasping. From the other side of the door comes the muffled voice of a nurse -

“Dr. Zayne? Your next patient is here. Shall I let him in?”

Zayne hisses out another breath before pulling away.

“Yes, just give me five minutes - finishing a report.”

You can't help the amused grin that tugs across your lips as the both of you make to tidy the slight mess you've made.

“So… I'm a report now, am I?”

But Zayne only regards you with a light, challenging look, quirking his brows.

“No.”

You blink, confused. Then Zayne smiles.

“We’re nowhere near finished.”

A fresh wave of heat crests up into your cheeks as you purse your lips, casting your eyes anywhere but Zayne's pleased face.

“Unprofessional,” you accuse, through the word lacks any vehemence, marred by the extensive blush still coloring your cheeks.

Zayne straightens his impeccably pressed white doctor's coat before taking three swift steps into your space, his chest nearly pushing against yours. He reaches out to tilt your chin up towards him and you feel a hitched breath caught like an insect in amber, suspended perfectly between your lungs and your throat.

Slowly, Zayne draws his thumb across the plush of your bottom lip. You feel his breath fanning across it like a wave of summer heat, found at the heart of winter itself.

“Only in front of you.”

He pulls away just as another gentle knock comes at the door, the nurse's voice announcing the arrival of Zayne's next patient. Zayne casts you one last lingering, meaningful look before gently nudging you aside to pull open the door, the vision of a young and promising doctor as he greets his patient with a small smile, the other hand guiding you towards the opened door.

"Don't forget to take your supplements,” he chides in a voice just gentle enough to inform polite company of his fondness for you, but nothing in it would hint at the indiscretions that had been committed only minutes prior.

"Okay,” you say, ducking your head as you brush by the middle- aged man blinking at the pair of you.

"And… see you at home.”

You only manage a nod and a squeak as the nurse chuckles behind her hand and the middle- aged man makes a soft noise of understanding.

three. You are both eighteen, and teetering on the edge of adulthood — though he’s already well on his way to stardom.

“Congrats — on the Starcatcher Award —“ you feel your throat catch around the words, and suddenly, your mouth is dry, your cheeks hot, your fingers twisting behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet.

Zayne watches you, his expression thoughtfully blank, but his eyes — they’ve always been his tell. You meet them and search them and feel the fire caught behind them. His Evol might be ice, but… his soul has always been something that burns.

“Thanks,” he says, and you can almost taste the unsaid words bubbling just at the back of his throat. You wish he would tell you, but there’s a depthless chasm cut into the air between the pair of you, rough and jagged and —

“Do you know what I received the award for?”

You blink, startled. You purse your lips, looking away. It’d been too painful, too much to look into it, the knowledge of his brilliance always nipping at your heels like an unruly dog. It had pushed you forward, yes, but only out of the fear that if you let up even one single step, he’d race too far ahead and… leave you behind.

“N-no — I haven’t —“

“For my research on congenital heart defects in infants.”

The world slows, tunnels, and tilts around you. Your eyes jerk up to meet his and there — you see it, the blistering heart of all his so-called fire — and you remember suddenly that if it’s cold enough, the body starts to process the sensation as heat. That ice and fire are not so different.

That ice can also burn.

You find your own hands clutched just above where your heart beats inside your chest and you see his eyes flicker down towards them.

“Zayne —“

“I start work at a clinic next week.”

A frown creases at your temple.

“Our first appointment is on Tuesday.”

Your frown deepens.

“What do you —“

“To qualify for the Hunter Program, you need a medical verification of fitness. And… a primary care physician.”

At these last words, his eyes finally cut away. And here, in the dying light of his brand new living room, the sunset turns his glasses opaque for just a second. You’re left blinking in the aftermath of that light, the afterimages will be stained behind your eyelids for hours after — just that look, the firm line of his shoulders, the determined set of his mouth, his jaw, the softness in his fingers as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against the bend of your cheek.

“L-Lying on reports would be a medical malpractice suit waiting to happen,” you say, your voice shaking with either delirium or emotion, you’re not sure which.

Zayne quirks an eyebrow, “I have no plans on lying.”

“But —“ your fingers clench at your chest.

“I’m just… confident in my own skills, that’s all.”

The shadow of a grin twists his lips and he turns back to you, his eyes cast in threads of molten gold.

“Oh… of course,” you let out a soft breath of laughter, toppling back into the sofa and tossing your arm across your eyes. A moment later, you feel the cushions of the sofa sink beside you.

“Hey, look at me.”

You drop your arm and turn, your head still pillowed against the back of the sofa. Zayne’s gaze flickers over every aspect of your face before he reaches out to take your hand in his. Slowly, he leans down to press his lips to your knuckles, letting his lips linger there till you make a soft, questioning noise at the back of your throat.

He looks back up with a knowing smile.

“Shall we get something to eat?”

You jump to your feet, “Y-yes! My treat — a congratulations gift!”

Zayne considers for a moment before sighing, “Alright, but just this once.”

“What, we’re not allowed to go out to dinner now that you’re a certified doctor?”

Zayne’s mouth twitches with amusement as he reaches for his coat.

“No, we’ll still go out for dinner — you’re just no longer allowed to pay for them.”

[vmlnrzmp4]

nsfw

a/n: this was a request. it was a bit embarrassing to post but i left shame back in 2024 so without further ado, enjoy<3

the bathroom door opened rather too loudly. too hurriedly. itoshi sae entered, seeing you sitting in the empty bathtub—your eyes hazy, your lips parted, your hair messy and your hand down to your panties—you were wasted.

you were in one of the rooms at the party, getting shots after shots till you got drunk and needy.

sae, tho your ex, rushed to find you the moment he got to know about your state—knocking on every door in the house till he found you there. "i'm taking you home," sae said in a firm voice as he walked in.

you pouted, "go away," you say childishly but that doesn't stop him as he warns you that he'll have to manhandle you out if you don't listen to him. to which you counter by saying that you will scream if he doesn't listen to you.

he runs his hand over his face, coming over to you and crouching down—almost giving up convincing you. he himself had a few shots but his was right in his mind(atleast that's what he thinks), sitting by the little stool, "what are you doing y/n?" he asks, a hint of pink coating his cheeks as he sees where your hand is.

"nothing," hiccup "nothing you should be worried about," hiccup "now go away or enjoy the show. i don't care," you say, rubbing yourself even faster and faster and faster.

"stop it y/n," he says firmly, reaching for your hand but oh, you already came all over your fingers.

giggling, you give him a mischievous look, "wanna taste?"

"you're out of your damn mind."

"maybe i am," hiccup "that doesn't answer my question. do you wanna taste or no?" you laugh giddily.

there was a silence. and maybe the shots of alcohol made sae feel something he couldn't put a finger on, "...give me that damn hand."

you snickered as he takes your middle and ring finger into his mouth, licking them clean. "can you send in some guy," hiccup "i wanna get eaten out."

sae looks at you in disbelief, "you're gonna regret this next morning y/n."

you laugh saying you regret nothing—saying that what happens will happen. you don't really care. you've left the shame back in to the time where you and sae used to date.

"i have one request i want you to fulfil, itoshi sae," hiccup "bring someone in."

the thought of some other guy getting his hands on you alone pissed sae off. pissed isn't even the right word. whatever emotion it was—jealousy perhaps—made sae pick you up from the bathtub bridal way, making you yelp.

sae settles you down at the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of you, rolling your dress upwards till he has a perfect sight infront of him—the panties you wore on had a dark wet patch at the centre thanks to your own fingers.

before he could dive his head in between your thighs, you held onto his hair, tugging back, "not you."

"...not me?"

"not you." you hiccup again. then again as you say, "you're not my boyfriend anymore."

sae reaches for your hand that rested on his head, kissing the knuckles, "y/n...let me."

you were starting to sober up but the fire inside you didn't die down, "fine." with your permission, sae exhaled in relief as he places multiple kisses and occasional bites on the inside of your thighs, trying to mark you as his possession.

he slides your panties to the side, letting out a throaty hum at the sight of your pretty wet pussy, "fuck," he breathes out. without waiting much, he attaches his lips to where you needed him the most.

with his tongue, he drew little tight circles, zig-zags, figure eights, and every pattern he knew that would get you off—as he was basically making out with your pussy.

you keep squirming and whimpering—moaning his name and even the nickname you would call him when the two of you used to date. he groans at that, the vibrations on your pussy puts you over the edge and without warning, you come undone on his tongue, without him knowing.

and when you do so, you fall back on the bed, giggling to yourself, so tired, closing your eyes, on your way there to the dreamland.

you don't care—or even have the strength to complain about the overstimulation by the ministrations sae is providing you with.

when he's finally satisfied, he looks up at you but you were already fast asleep. sae sits besides you on the bed, running a hand through his hair, panting as he looks at your vulnerable figure.

you don't belong in her life anymore.

a voice echoed in his head.

she deserves better.

another one said.

sae gets up from the bed, fixing himself. one step, two step, three step...more steps and he'll be out of your life completely.

so he halts himself, turning around to you. you were carelessly sleeping. a drool rolling from your mouth to your cheek as you snored lightly—this elegant sight of you that sae loved dearly.

how can you walk back into her life like nothing?

"i can," he counters, making his way to you. adjusting your dress so you're not uncomfy. he pulls the duvet—covering you with it.

she deserves better.

"she deserves me."

[kiwanopie]

I’m on my knees begging for more kiyoomi 🧎🏽‍♀️it doesn’t even have to crime kiyoomi. I’ll accept anything. Also I love your writing, keep up the good work!

Honeymoon

lovesick crime lord!Kiyoomi x reader

cw: smut smut smut. oral (f!receiving), slight dub-con, choking, spit, dumbifaction, praise, obsessive lovesick thoughts, talks of breeding, creampie, PnV sex, multiple orgasms. Pure filth

wc: 3.7k

“Kiyoomi-” You shudder as he presses himself against you. “Is… consummating the first night really necessary…?”

Kiyoomi lifts his back to look at you more directly. Eyes a little glazed over and way too far gone to have only just slipped you out of your reception dress.

“If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to.” He breathes. “Just… let me have a little more of you, or else I might actually die.”

And he might just mean it. He’s been wound up tight since the two of you kissed at the altar. Passing lingering touches during talks with your families, holding you closer than ever during the couple’s dance, hell, you were surprised he didn’t leave a handprint on your dress, with how heavily his hand had been latched to your thigh all evening. It’s not like this is the first time the two of you have had sex. - Hell, with how often you were getting the seats wet in his car these past few days leading up to this, you were almost afraid he’d be a little over it.

But now you’re his wife. Now you’re a Sakusa. All his and he now all yours and that pretty rock on your finger matching the wedding band on his. - Your name’s engraved into the inner finish of his ring unlike the little love note he left on yours. Protruding letters somewhat so it scrapes a bit whenever he inches it up, and you’re not ashamed to say it’s a little butterfly-inducing to see your name all but carved into his left finger.

He wants you more than he thinks he can take. He feels like a teenager about to lay his crush on prom night. You’re so pretty in the flickering candlelight that he thinks he might actually throw up.

So in lieu of ruining the mood by anointing you in wedding cake chunks, Kiyoomi instead dips his head to pour a few slow kisses down your throat line. “Let me make you feel good if nothing else. That's all I want.”

“Just to make me feel good?“

“Whatever you want,” He suckles in a bruise, and you reward him with a sound that makes his face hot. “Just let me make you cum. I wanna hear you cum for me, angel.”

You shiver under his molten kisses. Goosebumps climbing up your arms as his loving hands caress anything worth caressing and honestly starting to feel just as amped up as he is. This guy’s frenzied. Hair standing up on his arms when you reach up to toy with the little curls on the low of his nape and wrap your legs around him like you want him to melt into you.

The bulge in his suit pants is so prominent that he’s one good touch from just ripping through the vacuna. You’re gracious enough to grant him permission with a soft ‘please’ that almost sends him over the edge, and without a moment to stutter, he dives in gratefully.

Kiyoomi’s lips are sensuous and tender as he presses them against yours. Firm grip keeping your jaw fixed in his direction as he peppers loving kisses between lecherous ones and sucking your bottom lip in his mouth until they’re over-kissed and swollen - every taste of your lips sends him further off the deep end.

You whimper in his mouth. His callous hand grabs a hefty handful of one of your breasts and teases over your covered nipple with his thumb until they’re erect and pointed proudly through your négligée. His breaths feel almost winded. Just being able to touch you like this after all day is sending him into a frenzy. To be completely honest, he’s spent most of the day counting the seconds till he could finally whisk you away into your lover’s suite. And even still, with you so close his mouth waters in anticipation.

He pulls the strap of your slip until the entirety of those pretty tits are exposed to the conditioned hotel air; he barely wastes a second sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he toys with the other one.

You croon. You hate how good Kiyoomi is at making you feel so wanted without even trying. Arching your back until you're feeding your breasts into his greedy mouth, you dig thin crescents into the bicep of his arm without even thinking.

Or recognizing all those pretty sounds you’re making. Kiyoomi fondles you down the path of your slip, squeezing and groping anything he can get his hands on as he slides your nipple out of his mouth with a lewd pop! And wraps his lips over the other as he finally finds the little hem of your gown.

He wants to make you feel good. It’s easy to forget who you’ve got on top of you right now. A man responsible for the suffering of too many people to count and too many problems in this nation that only he can benefit from. Immoral, corrupt, inimical things. So bad it could make you sick. - Kissing down your stomach and leaving hot trails in his wake as he goosebumps from how overwhelmed he is at being this close. This personal - He’s this loving.

And you’d be stupid to expect he meant anything less than that from him. - It’s hard enough to comprehend the fact that he means it when he says he loves you this much. Means it when he says he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Means it when he says he’d rather die than be with anyone else. Being propositioned straight into a marriage with a man known for being notoriously cruel and callous kind of negates those typical feelings of sureness. A man who’s only recognized by his cold stare, inability to find satisfaction in the most faultless of things, and so wrought with endless power that the entirety of Asia can do no more but bow to him. A boogeyman - for as long as you’ve known about him. Even in living with him, you see his callous nature and pray to never find yourself on the receiving end of it. But when he looks at you, he’s different. When he looks at you, speaks to you, speaks of you, he’s -

He groans at the way your wetness soaks up your pretty panties. Lovesick.

You more or less instinctively hump into his hand as he starts to rub in lovesome circles. Lewdly adjusting the movements of his hand in various circling and up and down motions that saturate your panties till they’re drenched in your slick. Honestly, if he keeps at it you might just cum from that alone.

Kiyoomi must hear it in the way your airy breaths have started to pitch because right as he just about brings you to the edge - he stops.

He’s positioning himself at the apex of your legs before you can even protest.

His lips are molten as he kisses up your supple thighs, fingers blistering as he caresses your plush skin staunchly. Every tender press of his lips is more gluttonous than the last, humming in between the smack of your cosseted skin the closer he gets to your hot center.

Your tits rise and fall as you pant at the anticipation; even in your apprehension does the way he fondles you give you goosebumps.

Kiyoomi presses a slow kiss to your covered slit. He all but buries his face in it as he groans at the mere sampling of your cassonade juices. Making out with your pussy through your ruined panties and riling himself up even more than he originally meant to. Whatever he anticipated you tasting like was an insult to how phenomenal the reality is as he sucks through the cotton. He swears he might just finish in his pants the moment he gets the real thing on his tongue.

His breaths shudder as he reaches over your hips to gingerly pull your panties down your legs, raising up to press chaste kisses on the “V” of your pelvis as they slide wetly down your legs, and he can barely brace himself when he spreads your thighs and bares your flower to his hungry eyes.

Kiyoomi sucks in a tight breath.

“S-Shit,” He licks his lips. “Look how fucking perfect you are.”

He shivers at the way you visibly tighten up at the praise. A bead of your glittery slick wets the carnelian in the hotel divan. Rightfully, he grieves it. - Something so delectable shouldn’t be wasted on some crummy furniture. It should be pouring over his tongue and lining the walls of his lungs like it lawfully deserves.

You shiver as his heated breaths blow feverishly over your exposed cunt. Jumping a bit when you feel his fingers spread your lips apart to bare you to him fully.

And then his tongue is lapping up your clit.

The conjoined sounds of your surprise and his mind-numbing bliss bump into one another and flutter into the open air. He’s so devotedly slurping up your pretty pussy that you almost consider this is more for him than you. I mean, he’s tonging up your cunt so messily that it almost feels hoggish. The wet sounds of his sloshing tongue turn your ears hot as you start to mindlessly hump into his face, already so overwhelmed by the pleasure that your head’s gone all fuzzy.

Kiyoomi moans into your sloppy pussy as you start to card your fingers through his hair, drunkenly humping into the seat of the divan as he dips his tongue into your sweet little hole.

You trill at that intoxicating feeling of irresistible bliss. “F-…Fuck! Ah…H-Holy shit…”

He sloppily drags his tongue up your open cunt to suck your clit into his mouth, suckling on it tenderly till he’s sliding it from between his lips, and lapping it up all over again.

God, if he keeps going at you like this you’re gonna fucking cum. It’s like his tongue is heating up the more he goes at it - so sloppy with his cunt flavored spit that it makes a puddle that pools along your backside. He’s eating you out like it’s all he’s meant to do.

You outright whine when he pulls away for a pensive second, cooing to you as he sucks your slick from his lips and rubs his fingers in quick circles over your swollen clit.

Kiyoomi asserts breathlessly. “Let me see that pretty face, baby.”

You raise on your elbows a little dazedly. Spaghetti straps pulled up to maintain your dignity from his earlier ministrations falling again over your shoulders in a way he could only describe as mouthwatering. The differing color of your areola peeks from the disarrayed fabric of your little slip, and the hazy look in your eyes makes you look more beautiful than he can rationally take.

He wants to pour himself over you and let you wear him like a second skin. He salivates at the way your clit throbs under his fingers. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Kiyoomi swivels his hand until his middle finger is lined up with your hole. “I don’t want you to miss this.”

Your face cinches lewdly when he eases his finger in and pumps it a few times, and you whimper when he pulls back to add another finger. But the way you gape as he bends his neck to flatten his tongue against your clit, and shiver under the extended eye contact, it's enough to make him feel like near cumming untouched. You’re starting to drive him too crazy.

But he doesn’t know the half of it until you reach for his scalp again. Carding your fingers through and then tugging, his stomach butterflies as you wantonly throw your head back, and he groans as one of your legs lifts just over his shoulder.

But then you’re moaning out into the air. “Fuck. Fuck! Fuck me, Kiyoomi! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

That’s what pushes him over the edge.

Kiyoomi’s grunting into your cunt like a love-drunk whore as his eyes roll and he falls into that beatific bliss. He’s pistoning his fingers into your squelching cunt like his life depends on it, lapping you up like it’s the only thing keeping him living. Raunchily he makes out with your pussy until you're falling on your back and holding onto his hair for dear life, suffocating him, but he couldn’t be any more thrilled about it. Giving his breath to the woman delivering him into such mind-breaking pleasure is the least he can do. Especially when your thighs tighten over his ears, and you’re fucking into his mouth like it’s all he’s good for.

He’s hard as a rock before he even finishes his initial orgasm, moaning into your cunt as he brings his free hand up to belt you even more firmly against his face. And he almost falls over the edge again when he realizes you’re cumming.

“Yes! Yes! Ffffuck! Oh my god! Fuck, Omi! Fuck. So good! It’s so good, baby!”

If his balls get any tighter, they might explode.

Kiyoomi fucks his tongue and fingers into you ruthlessly as you ride out your orgasm on his face. No doubt singing loud enough that anybody walking parallel to the suite would hear it clear as day, but he relishes in it. Unabashed as he moans into your spasming cunt and indulges himself until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. He just barely comes up for air when his lungs start to burn from the lack of oxygen.

You pant into the room as your body finally goes limp. You’re shaking. Legs quivering at his sides and struggling to catch your breath. The amount of pleasure you’re still coming down from makes the underlying haze all the more sweeter. - But you don’t even get the chance to revel in it when he’s already hovering over your fucked out form.

Kiyoomi’s lips are so tinged with you that it’s almost all you can taste. He kisses you with such frenzied fervor that you have to holster your hands on his shoulders to keep him at bay.

He breathes into your lips. “You did so good for me, angel. So fucking good,” You can hear his belt clinking between you both. “I love you so much. Fuck. I love you so much.”

You pant into the air as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. He’s so solid and all-encompassing that he’s all you can focus on right now. “Kiyoomi, you’re- Fuck, you gotta-“

You squeal when the tip pops in.

Even after all this time it still stretches you out to an almost painful degree. Pulsing as Kiyoomi pushes in, so hot and heavy that it feels like he’s tearing you apart from the inside. He groans so drunkenly in your ear that it nearly makes you tremble. But you can do no more than stay locked in place as he breaches your insides, and presses himself in until he’s filled you to the hilt.

Kiyoomi peppers you in wet kisses as he coos at you to relax, so far gone from the amount of pleasure he’s experiencing all at once that his words almost slur. “ 's okay. You’re okay, baby. Jus’ relax for me. It’ll feel good in just a second.”

You grind your teeth as your nails dig into his shoulders. He hisses as you start to break the skin, but it only makes his cock twitch in your velvety insides.

He’s in your fucking stomach. And it feels… bigger somehow. Like now that he’s your husband he’s giving it all to you finally and you can barely take it. So thick and heavy. Fuck, he’s so deep inside.

You must’ve muttered that last part out loud because his hips flinch at the sound of it. Still shushing you as he sucks bruises into your pulse point and rubs up your thighs like he means to console you.

When you start to squirm he palms your lower thigh and lifts your leg up just under the knee. Gearing his hip back till half of his wet shaft is exposed to the air and lifting his head for a good look at you.

The way your eyes roll back as he finally starts his brutal pace is enough to all but turn his pupils into hearts.

Kiyoomi swallows your clipped whines as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. Stopping every other thrust to press himself into you until his balls are squishing up against your ass and grinding himself in so deep that you swear he’s coming up through your throat.

You’re tearing fabric beads out of his dress shirt you’ve been clawing into him so hard. The thought of you marking him up makes his heart start to flutter.

“Shit. You feel that?” He grunts against your lips. “Feels so fucking amazing. All ‘ve been thinking about all day.”

You try to respond with something along the lines of “You’re too deep!” Or “Slow down!” But it only comes out as blissed out mumbling.

Kiyoomi slams in a few cutthroat thrusts that turn your guts into soup. You unlatch one of your hands to dig your nails into the cushions of the loveseat as your toes curl. “I’m almost pissed. - Keeping this perfect pussy away from me. ~ My perfect pussy away from me. Almost went insane knowing just how - oh fuck - fucking… phenomenal you’d feel. Think I just might put a baby in you.”

You wail through the pleasure to slur out disjointedly. “N-…No baby! Don’t wan’ a baby, Omi! Don’t…ah! Don’ want it!”

“No?” He lifts your other leg till he’s holding you in a mating press, watching those pretty tits bounce as your drool runs down your cheek. “You don’t want my baby? This pussy’s begging for it.”

You sob so prettily when he starts to dig you out like he hates you. “No! Nononono…! Don’t want a baby! Wan’ you, Omi! O-Only - fuck - Only want you, Omi!”

And even through all this, hearing something like that come from your mouth makes his face hot. It makes him hold onto your thighs with the kind of tightness that’ll bruise tomorrow. Heart squeezing as you cry out for him through teary eyes. “Yeah? You want me? You want Omi?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Only want Omi! F-fffuck! O-Only want my Omi!”

He wants to marry you all over again. He’s really not gonna last if you keep talking like this.

Kiyoomi hoists one of your legs on his shoulder to free his hand for a grip on your jaw. The difference in angle as he leans in for a sloppy kiss makes you both groan.

Your eyes are glazed over when he pulls away, mouth still gaped open to moan drunkenly in the air, but just the sight of your kiss-swollen lips is just too tempting to pass up.

He sucks your tongue into his mouth lewdly, deepening the kiss as he grinds himself into the hilt and starts again on those vicious thrusts that has you hiccuping underneath him. His voice is heavy with lust as he asserts. “Open your mouth a little wider for me, baby.”

And like the perfect little wife you are, you broaden your lips apart till your pretty pink tongue is bared for him. “That’s right. Good girl, angel.”

The mirth in his smile makes your tears well up from the pride.

And then he spits in your mouth.

Your eyes roll as he licks the leftover gossamer trail from his lips, swallowing it as the knot in your lower stomach tightens. His firm grip on your jaw slackens till he’s skimming it down to your throat - and he reapplies his hold with a loving fervor. At this point, he’s fucking you so thoroughly that you’re sure you’d be ruined for anyone else, regardless. Cock swelling in your tightening insides, and looking down at you with the kind of adoration that says he’s far gone and he’s not coming back. So in love with you that it’s almost frightening.

His fingers press against the side of your throat till your head starts to feel light. “Tell me you love me.”

You’re starting to see stars. “Say it. Tell me you love me. Tell me you can’t live without me.”

Honestly, with how cockdrunk and wound up you are, it’s really starting to feel like it. “I love you!” You cry.

“I love you! I love you! I can’t - ah! oh god… C-Can’t live without you!” Oh fuck, you’re cumming again. “Love you so much, Omi! I love you! Fuck! I love you! I love you, Omi! Iloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou - please… oh my god… don’t stop don’t stop… fffuckkk oh my god, Omi…so fucking good…”

He outright chokes on his breaths, little tears welling in his eyes, half from the pleasure, half from the bliss of hearing you cry out for him so earnestly. He chirps out a mix of a grunt and a whine, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as he loses his mind and fucks into you even as you clench around his hot cum.

The sound of his lovesick voice - babbling into your ear as he continues to fuck your brains out, sends you hurling into a whole nother orgasm. “S-Shit! Oh my god. Oh my fucking - Oh Christ, angel. F-Fuck! I love you too, baby. I love you so much it - Ugh… oh god… Love you so much it hurts. Jus’ wanna make you happy, baby. Wanna-… oh fuck… I’m cumming again… I’m cumming, m’ cumming…”

Kiyoomi presses his forehead against yours as he continues to empty his balls into your gooey insides, still digging in your guts as you pant mindlessly into the air. “Fuck - Take it. Take it, baby. Mhf… Fuck yeah, keep milking me like that.”

He swivels his hips a few more drunken times before finally going limp.

Kiyoomi sighs as he dumps his head on the inside of your shoulder to catch his breath for a few empty seconds. Relishing in your mirrored worn out breaths and the way your heart races in tandem with his. He presses ginger kisses up your heavily bruised neck and jaw, holding you tight even as the residual bliss starts to fade. Still just as lovesick, amative, if not a half step from straight up worshiping you as he sluggishly lifts his head, and grazes his nose tenderly against your own. Gentle breaths kiss over your lips as he hovers - and lingers there a savory moment. He finally lets himself press his lips against yours with an ardent sigh blown into the room. Gentle kisses that start slow and end open-mouthed, Kiyoomi knows this is the happiest he’s ever been in his life.

And you encourage him as he indulges himself. As he kisses you like you’re the air he breathes and holds you like it’s the only thing his arms were made for. Loving you so tenderly, so intimately, like he’s craved for every second since he’s met you, and even as he whispers words of ardor and amour between your entwined lips, you do nothing to stop him.

You might love him a little more than you anticipated.

[vampmattsbae]

They Can't Know

Pairing: dom!dumbass! matt x sub!nerd! reader

Summary: reader is rushing to get to her next class when all of the sudden shes pulled into a school restroom...

Warnings: SMUT!! no use of y/n, oral sex (male recieving), face fucking, rough, school sex, quickie

A/n: heyy i finally posted after teasing y'all hehe sorry if it's bad it's literally been sitting in my notes app for like months 😭

you were sitting in english class, staring at the clock till the class was over. you had already finished the book you're reading for the class so you're bored out of your mind and have nothing to do. your eyes start to flutter close when all of the sudden, the bell rings. yout eyes shoot back open and you rush to gather your things and leave the classroom. you get up from your seat and enter the busy hallway. it's a crazy sight. people bumping into eachother and being pushed to the side into lockers. you try to walk through the hallway as quickly as you can so you're not late. when you walk past the boys restroom, you feel an arm pull you inside.

"wait what the-" "shhhh" you're silenced by a finger on your lips. you look up to see your boyfriend matt. his arm is snaked around you, holding you close.

"matt, what are you doing? I need to get to class" you say in a frantic whisper, trying to escape from his grasp.

"baby, I need you so bad." he says, looking down at you. the noise from the hallway has started to die down. passing period is nearly over now. you contemplate what you should do. it'd be nice to have a break from constant work but, being with matt in a public school bathroom could lead to someone finding us. that cannot happen. your eyes flick down to his growing bulge. 'ohhh, I can't leave him like this.' you think to yourself.

"fine. but if anyone finds us, its you're fault. they can't know" you look back up to him and see a wide smirk grow on his face. "oh you cocky bastard"

"you're so pretty, you know that right?" he says as he smirks down at me.

"shut up" you say flatly. he leans down and kisses me sloppily. you eventually give in and start to kiss back. he starts to move me towards a stall when i suddenly realize what we're doing. "oh baby, we can't fuck in a bathroom stall that's... that's insane like"

"oh come onnn, I reallyyy need you. it'll just be a quickie, don't worry" he drags out his words and start to undo his belt.

"it better be quick..." you trail off as you stare in awe at his veiny hands as they slide his pants down to the floor. he shakes them off. you have a clear view of his boner now through his boxers. he was not lying, it looks like it hurts. he closes the handicap stall door and walks over to me and sticks a finger under the waistband of my shorts and starts to play with it.

"oh you're needy" you say with a giggle as he continues to pull down your shorts. you quickly grab his wrist and halt him from moving further. "let's take care of you first" you start to move his own hand to his crotch and use his hand to release some pressure. he let's out a low groan and starts to take off his boxers.

"mmm... thanks baby, i really need this" he takes them off fully and throws them to the side. he moves back towards the stall door so his back is pressed up against it. his dick stands fully hard and dripping with pre cum. you stare in awe at it before wrapping your hand around the base. his hips buck into your fist and you start to move a bot faster. you look back up to him and see his eyes scrunched closed with his mouth wide open, moans threatening to spill out.

"keep going, baby" you disobey his words and take my hand off of his dick. you move my mouth towards the tip to kitten lick it. matt really can't take it anymore. this was supposed to be a quickie, why is she teasing him? he moves his hands from behind his back to the top of my head, gripping my hair tight. you moan at the feeling, it's nice, but before long he slams his entire dick down my throat.

"this is what you get you little tease" he says between gritted teeth as he continues to take his dick in and out of my mouth. you start to choke but you're determined to get him off so you continue to suck on him, as best you can. he grips your hair even tighter as he continues to pound into your mouth.

"you feel so good, baby" he groans and bites his lip to try and quiet himself. you can hear his muffled moans from here. he quickens his pace, desperate for his high. you continue to choke on his dick but the pain slowly turns into pleasure.

"i- i'm close baby, keep going" he yelps out. you stick my tongue into his slit and that sends him completely over the edge. he trys to quiet his moans but it doesn't work. his sweet sounds fill the entire bathroom as he cums down my throat. his thrusts slow down as he rides out his high. you look up to him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. he's leaned against the stall door panting and sweaty. you take my mouth off of him and hand him his boxers.

"I didn't know you could be that rough baby, you abused my throat." you say jokingly, getting up from the disgusting bathroom floor and trying to balance yourself.

"awh i'm sorry. you wanna head back to my place and cuddle, princess?" he says super sweet like he wasn't pounding into my throat two minutes ago.

you smile and hand him his pants. "of course. there's really no reason to go back to class now."

"stop worrying about class, darling. just relax" he says, redressing himself and opening the stall door. you follow him out and he grabs my hand and leads me out of the school and into his car. he drives us home, never letting go of my hand.

A/n pt 2: please please please tell me if there's any spelling or grammer mistakes 🙏 i only read this over once and it was written a bit ago sooo. time to get back on the writing grind !!

Tags: @sluts4matt

[zoi3e]

BEST INTREST

"if it's you and other, it's no need to worry, cause I can sleep between you."

dazai osamu x reader

warnings: agnst, hurt no comfort, song fic, unrequited love, dazai feeling guilty, implied female reader but no pronouns, reader is engaged someone un-named, suggestive implications, suicide implied (only at the end), reader is only with un-named person due to a forced marrige, death.

everything was great. it was only june in yokohama, yet it was so hot. especially more in this alley. well it'd probably be less hot with dazai's hands and mouth being all over you. he was always so clingy. but today he seemed more...well, off. he still was all over you whenever he could find a opening to pull you into some dingy alleyway. yet he seemed to drift off into his mind more often. he was so close yet so distant.

"darling, darling, darling, there's no need to worry! it's just a couple things in my brain, you know?"

originally, when one of your colleagues confessed to you, you had no answer. you were engaged at supposed to get married that summer to some rich business man who was from tokyo. not messing around with your senior colleague at a random job you got as a intern at a agency. in fact, he knew you were engaged with the ring on your finger. yet somehow you accepted. no one knew. but you were fine with that. he could sleep in between you and him. you didn't mind.

"if it's you and other, it's no need to worry, cause I can sleep between you."

"you know it won't work out. your just going to make things worse, they'll stay waiting for something that will never be between you unless you end it." is what ranpo told him. it itched at him all day. anytime he'd pull your hand into that alleyway and try to make himself feel better and distract himself by planting small kisses all over your neck and face. it just didn't work.

"i'm a third wheeler. i'm a side better. i'm a homewrecker. give it up."

he loved you. truly he did. but he was just a leech on your side. your smart, and yet somehow to him he's manipulated you self-consciously to make you feel as if this can stay. this can be. he wanted this so damn bad. but he knew some random detective who barely makes enough to get by himself would never be good enough for you.

"i can play the side (-) role easy, but not for too long. i'm the side (-) i gotta sneak around and hide with you. i wanna see you, give me five minutes. paparazzi probably like five pictures."

"but i just want you!" "i know, but we can't keep doing this. i can't just ruin your whole future you've built darli-" "just get out osamu!"

"don't want to fuck what you've got up. i would never blow your spot up. i know my place, i'm the landlord. i'll carry the weight till my hands sore. i can't keep doing this."

it was the day before the wedding. you couldn't take it anymore. you couldn't have dazai, but you just wanted to have freedom. even if you had to die to obtain it. you stared at the contact name on your phone screen. "osmau♡" you tapped the call button.

"dazai-kun. i think i want to take you up on that offer." .... "yes. 10? at the main docks?"

beep. beep. the sound of hospital machines beeped in dazai's ears. he opened his eyes, only to find yosano.

"...(name)..." he gasped out. his throat burns from how much salt water he took in when they jumped in hand in hand. she shook her head no. my heart hurts.

"i'll keep your best interest."

i kinda just used yōzō's story with him dying and his lover surviving for this lol.

the song is BEST INTEREST by Tyler, the Creator. I really like his music. anyways if you couldn't tell reader and dazai died together. yippee!

anways. have a good day, drink some water and don't do anything written in this fic. xoxo

[lucidwindz]

billford ramblings

I’m seeing a lot of delightful fics of Bill being sent back to GF as a human and truly adore the premise.

throwing my own hat into the ring; I love some complex psychological horror and or unhealthy yet compelling dynamics, therefore in the AU that only exists in my head (for now), Bill broke out of Theraprism by himself, lands back onto earth and possesses the body of just some guy who was about to die, therefore an empty vessel yknow. His powers would be diminished, or he’d need to keep them under wraps so as not to catch the eye of any supernatural police. The Stan twins have been travelling across the globe to catch any residual weirdness, and Bill’s little fall to earth had pinged off on their radar, so they go to the anomaly place and just find Some Guy.

Bill has to do his best to convince the twins that he’s just Some Guy, and that the reason he’s giving Weird Vibes is bc he came into contact with the anomaly and it left his arms charred, and being able to do some magical tricks. He decides the best place to hide is wherever everyone least expects him, so he joins the twins on their adventures as resident Strange Guy But Kinda Smart and Useful so sure, tag along.

Now here’s the thing. Bill and Stanford get along really well, they’re both intellectuals and they bond over creating strange inventions, much to the despair of poor Stanley who has to make sure they don’t go too crazy and make Weirdmaggedon 2 electric bugaloo. But sometimes he participates yknow, dude learned some advanced shit in the 30 years fixing the portal. Either way, they rly end up bonding.

All the while, however, Bill realizes how much he missed being with Stanford, and becomes increasingly worried about the cat coming out of the bag and ruining this second chance. He’s careful that his demeanours are never too similar to how he used to act, he’s desperate not to shatter the illusion. One way or another, this entire thing teaches him to slow down and cherish something. Still, he cannot fully contain his chaotic nature, it’s a non stop push and pull between his godhood and his growing care for humanity. How does a cosmic, unfathomable being such as himself change? Can they even? Or would that very change tear himself asunder?

On Stanford’s side, he cannot help but find this stranger familiar, can’t help the incessant déjà-vu, anytime he and the man stay up late into the night discussing the mysteries of the universe. But he thinks it’s unfair to pile his trauma onto this random guy, so he restrains himself. Still, it is a quiet scream in the back of his head he can’t shut out. He also realizes slowly that the other man seems to always be repressing himself, and he wants his friend to break out of his shell and be truthful, but another part of him dreads it to his bones.

Still, both of them can’t help falling for each other. Stanford feels like someone finally sees him completely, and this time they’re on equal footing; it is not a believer on his knees for a god, it is a slow waltz as they hold hands. A comforting, soft partnership.

(at the core of billford, I think, is we never truly know if they loved each other. Perhaps they only loved the idea of each other; stanford’s love for Bill is that of a believer, a worshipper. He saw Bill as this clairvoyant eye to finally bathe him with the acknowledgment he always craved, the hole in his heart left by Stanley, to fill with achievements and noises. If a God can acknowledge me, then I must be doing things right, I must be good, I must be enough. Yet when that shatters, and Bill is revealed to be a demon, what says that about Stanford, who reveled in his gaze? As for Bill, he fully saw Stanford as a pawn till he lost him. Is it truly love and regret? Or is it a child losing its favourite toy? Is it mere disbelief that anything can slip through his, a god, a king’s fingers? Even a pawn that he liked a little more than the others, that he expected would remain on his board but vanishes and he can’t help but linger on its empty square? Does he mourn his loss of control or does he mourn just a little bit, the company of someone who understands him, his incessant need for escapism, from his broken home, his oddness, his ‘defect’?)

Eventually, everything comes to a head when Bill has to use his full powers to save Stanley during a mission gone wrong. Sirens blare across the universe and Bill knows he will be found out and sent back to the hell of infinite therapy. But for that moment, all Bill cared about was Stanford’s happiness and wellbeing, because he knew that losing his brother would break him fully. He had to care for Ford, despite his fear of losing him forever. Despite the fact that this would be the end of the road for him.

As for the ending, idk what would be most appropriate. I’d love a happy ending but I think though Stanford will try to save Bill from his fate in theraprism to repay his debt, he would be too hurt to fully forgive the demon. Maybe they part ways, and Bill places a kiss on Stanford’s scarred knuckles and accepts that to love is to lose, and he has to accept that if you truly love another, it means letting them be happy even if that happiness is without you.

I think some of my love for the Jedi’s philosophy leaked in all that yapping but anyways. Might draw or write a lil something for this AU down the line. I like unclean resolutions, they’re both forever stained with the other’s handprint, but would they trace it softly on their skin or cover it up with a high collar. Who knows? It makes no damn sense, compels me though!

[marvelseries19]

Hi! Please read till the end.

Hi, so, I've been working on something, which you can read below the keep reading button. I'm wondering if this is something that you would be interested in reading.

The italics are meant to be Italian, but I'm not about to write in a third language I don't speak.

It's based on the movie The Equalizer 3, it contains the Italian mafia, drugs, an American assassin who's been trained by the government, and things of that sort.

Now the dilemma comes in whether I should just follow the movie storyline and make Natasha a CIA agent and just basically rewrite the movie or if I should find a way to mix the movie and the MCU one.

I don't want to describe too much of the movie in case you haven't seen it and, in case you choose that route then I don't want to give spoilers.

So, at the end of this little introduction, there will be a poll in which you can choose one of three options.

One, I just rewrite the movie in a more "normal" universe.

Two, I find a way to mix the two universes.

Or three, you are not interested in reading any of this.

A little warning before you read, there are descriptions of blood, killing, injuries, etc. So, read at your own risk.

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Sicily, Italy.

Lorenzo Vitale is the owner of a traditional, rustic Italian vineyard. He is on his way there with his son, Eugenio. The scenic route they must take to get there starkly contrasts with what awaits them.

As soon as they reach the front gate of the property, a body is lying there. He recognizes him as one of the men working for him in the vineyard. He slowly drives inside, where another of his men is waiting for them. Lorenzo instructs Eugenio to remain in the car as he opens the door.

The worker, scared, meets the white-haired men at the door of the house. "She told me to wait outside."

His boss, nervous as to what he would encounter inside, shares a look with his son before deciding to go in alongside the young man who is gripping his gun. They venture inside with their guns in their hands, ready to go in case they need them. A body can be seen as soon as they take a corner; a machete is in the man's chest, and blood is scattered around the floor. It was certainly not a peaceful scene. As they walk further inside, more bodies can be found with all sorts of injuries. It's a blood bath.

They make their way to the stairs, which lead them to the wine cellar, where they see you sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, cleaning your hands, with two of his remaining men pointing their guns at either side of you. Lorenzo is taken aback by your cool demeanor, as if you were not just about to die.

"They wouldn't let me in, so…" You continue to clean your ring before putting it back on. "They should have let me in." Your voice is calm and loud enough for the men to hear you. The man can't help but wonder why everyone else was killed, but the two guarding you are still breathing.

As you fold the cloth you were using, the man speaks. "Let me see if I got this right. You came all the way here, alone, to this vineyard in Sicily. Why?"

"You."

"So, you know who I am?" He asks. "I know what you are." You answer as you leave the cloth aside.

"And yet, you still came here. Why?"

You look around at the men on either side of you. "You took something that didn't belong to you, and I'm here to take it back."

"How did you find me?" He shares a look with the men in the room. "No one has been able to before." You shrug your shoulders in response. "Very well." You take a look at Lorenzo, his movements, his clothes, and finally, the key that you need. "You are already here. Except you're a few meters short of what you came for."

You make eye contact with him. "We all end up where we're supposed to be. Which means… Your man to my left has his finger on the trigger, but he's a foot too close, which renders the man to my right dead already. He just doesn't know it yet. I feel sorry for his family." You whisper. "Nine seconds." You start the countdown on your smartwatch. "That's what you have to decide your fate." The men in the room exchange a look at your clear warning. "Nine seconds, nothing more."

As the clock marks nine seconds, you quickly stand and redirect the gun from the man to your left, which does exactly what you said it would, because as you do that, the man reacts and pulls the trigger, effectively killing the man to your right. You take advantage of the position to shoot the other young man who accompanied Lorenzo inside. The older men, seeing he was the last one available, attempt to shoot you, but you're quicker and move the man that you still had in your hands and push him in front of you. Again, using the position in your favor, you shoot Vitale.

He tries to crawl away from you despite the pain he is in, while you take a second to take a breath without taking your eyes off of him. You watch him crawl for a few seconds before grabbing one of the men's shotguns as you make your way to him. You check the gun to see if it still has ammo inside. Happy with the finding, you shoot him one more time in the leg.

The man let out a scream at the pain he felt, not only from his extensive wounds but also from his insistence on crawling away from you. You know he won't get far with his injuries, but you want to make sure he can't escape. As you approach him, you see the fear in his eyes as he realizes there's no way out. With a cold determination, you raise the shotgun and aim directly at his head. The sound of the gunshot echoes through the vineyard.

[kanmom51]

JK on Bruontheradio - coming soon

*Disclaimer: This post came out way longer than I initially intended it to be, and is a little bit of a brain fart. You have been warned, lol.

Josh “Bru” Brubaker

Love how even with this we have Jimin reference.

JK just cannot help himself.

He did tell us "the love of my life".

And what about the first thing that JK shows us is this:

Bad lighting he probably didn't really count on, but yes, his hand tattoos.

And I know there will be those that will say: "he's showing us ARMY", but I say it's a double for him, cause man ain't stupid, he knows fans will go crazy he's showing ARMY, and at the same time I believe he's showing the JM tattoo as well. You know, the JM that did the exact same kind of clip before him. The JM that spent 5 days WITH HIM in NY (and CT). The JM that is his "love of my life". That JM.

Same JM that @andy-wm wrote a beautiful post about just a few hours ago:

Ok, so I guess I'm going to talk about this here, even though I will probably repeat it many times to come.

Seven for JK is about love not fucking.

There. I said it.

And why do I bring this up here?

Because of the hand he so graciously showed us.

Because of JK's JM tattoo.

Because of said tattoo's placement.

Ring finger. For all to see.

How long have we known the J over the M stood for JM?

Us Jikookers?

I'd say since forever.

It's the rest of the fandom that kept trying to find excuses why it wasn't. Why it stood for everything under the sun other than the obvious. The one person that JK puts above others. The one person JK has been showing for years now that is special to him, in a way that is way beyond even the best of friendships. When you tattoo someone's name on you that is a statement. You are literally branding yourself with their name till the day you die (yes you can erase tattoos, but when you are having a tattoo done that is not what you are thinking of, in that moment in time you are painting your skin for life).

And JK did that. One sided.

He also made sure to let us know that the theories running around for years about what that J meant (you know, the army and J means all the members bullshit) were crap. Yes, he didn't tell us out loud that the J placed over the M stood for JM, but he didn't deny it either. He omitted that. Which is understandable given they are still a closeted couple and we all know that admitting to that, would be admitting to their queerness. As much as JK wants out of the closet, as much as he wants to scream blue murder that JM is his and his alone, he won't do it as long as JM isn't ready. And saying the JM is Jimin out loud, that would be outing not only himself but also the love of his life, when said love of his life is not ready for that yet. So he said the J stands for Jungkook and moved on at the speed of lightening. Without addressing the huge ass elephant in that room - why place it over the M knowing EXACTLY what it looked like? (we know the answer to that, but omitting is the name of the game - said that already).

So yeah, JK tattooed JM on his hand. For all of us to see. And he keeps touching it up. Darkening it. At times specifically those two letters.

I actually had a post in draft that is kind of redundant now, about how I noticed his JM at the airport leaving for the States.

That pinky ring, that actually isn't a pinky ring cause it's JM's ring, which he didn't wear when JM was there in NY with him, but had it back on travelling to London, JM gone back to SK, looks kinda too small even for his pinky, lol.

Now to Seven.

Like I said, JK sees Seven as a love song.

Yes, he sang the explicit version, but that's not what HE feels the song is about. And he's said it multiple times too.

This is what JK thinks about Seven:

and from the MV making:

and:

and from Stationhead radio 20th July appearance:

I think JK is being very clear here. Pity people aren't listening to him. This, for him, is a love song.

Yes, he knows it's very sexual, but it's about being with the person you love more than anything else and wanting to make that person happy. And him saying "the love of my life" that might have been on purpose (wouldn't put it past him) or even as a slip of the tongue, but it cements how he feels about the song, that might not have been written by him, but he most definitley feels an emotional connection with. I'd say kind of like Euphoria or Only then.

And now back to the hand and to JM and their place in JK's promotions for this song.

Not coincidently, JM is laced through every single part of the promotions for this song.

He's in the photo shoot concept.

He's in the MV (yes, what can you do, they had to go with a gf and hetero love story in the MV cause JK's first solo worldwide cannot be a queer love affair MV, that's just the way the cookie crumbles... not New jeans cookie - yuck - just writing that makes me feel ewe...).

He's in the choreography

There are more similarities than those I pointed out in that post. And again, it's not about JK stealing JM's moves from SMF pt. 2 (which we know the man LUVED). It's about JM inspiring him. And believe you me, that JM knew every single step of the way. The song, the MV and the choreo.

It's in the styling (not only the photo shoot).

And JM is just there, with JK all the time, on his hand, just out there for everyone to look and see.

For those saying the J is covered, nope, it ain't. The ring band is see through, cause that's just a thing JK does.

This finger pointing, not intentional in my opinion, just a little coincidence (JK holding the mic, as he does in the GMA performance as well, but in the Explicit performance with no mic in hand he covers his face just like the backup dancers do), and yet, a lovely one at that.

This is the way JK wanted it to be. Since way back in 2019 when he added that J over the M. For everyone to see all of the time!

So, where was I?

To sum this absolutely probably unnecessary post.

JK loves JM.

JK had JM tattooed on his hand.

JK chose Seven because he liked the song (and it's really a good one) and he also connected with it on an emotional level.

JK sees the song as a love song, expressing him wanting and needing to be with the person he loves, the love of his life, constantly, and showing said person how much he loves him and wanting to make them happy.

Yes, there is an explicit version to the song, yay, they replaced "loving" with "fucking". JK sings it, finds it amusing to say the word out loud, but when asked about it, it's the clean version, the love song version that he is connected to.

JK wanted to show us, in the ways that he, as a closeted queer man can, loves JM, is inspired by JM, and that JM is a part of who he is, as a man, as an artist.

Those two may not have come up with the "you are me I am you", but they most certainly took ownership of it. And JK, he's out there showing us just how true it is.

I think maybe it's about time that army:

a. Go read the lyrics to the song and understand that even the explicit version is talking about being with one person, the one you want to make feel good 7 days a week, and not about fucking someone else every day of the week. It's called reading comprehension, I think they need a lesson in that.

b. For once, even just once, listen to what JK is saying, what he's been saying ever since he started the promotion for this song.

This army was listening:

Well, at least to some of what JK has been saying.

I am guessing she's not a Jikooker, lol.

c. This one is for JKKs and PJMs. Try, for just one second, to put your feelings about the way JM's solo debut was treated BY THE COMPANY, and see with untainted glasses just how much this man loves JM. You know how much he promoted him personally and without the company's approval. He adores him, admires him, I'm willing to go so far as to worships him. JM is his catalyst. JM is the love of his life. JK would NEVER do something to disrespect or hurt JM. JK is trying to show us just how much JM is a part of who he, JK, is. He's trying to show us how much he is inspired by JM. How much he loves him. All this anger you are holding towards JK you need to let it go. JK as an artist is not the company as a promoter, they are not one and the same. On the way, I also recommend reading @beautifulpersonpeach's post:

Maybe, just maybe it will give you a little more insight or at the very least food for thought.

Ok, I think that's the end of this one. I kind of think I was all over the place here, and not so sure I got the message through, but it is what it is. Brain farts are not always pretty...

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - I Out Pew Pew Your Pew Pew

For: @wingedflight

Danny is kinda a walking weapon even with ignoring his ghostliness, and robbing a bank is certainly one way to find that out

Danny? Yeah Danny was having a day. He turbo fucked his right shin and now had a cast, even with that his parents were still insisting on Danny himself going to both set up the new FentonWorks deal with a non-military adjacent investor/potential buyer and for him to set up the investment/deposit any under the table cheques at the bank. Of course, he had to be in his FentonWorks brand hazmat/spandex -gotta be able to show off those weapons and other gadgets at the drop of a hat right?- for said meeting, he dressed it up with a burgundy lab coat, fuzzy green and purple plaid pants, and a pair of dark blue doc martins; combined with the white trimmed with black spandex he hopes he was a fucking eyesore.

“-It’ll be a pleasure doing business with FentonWorks”, the gray-suited man gets up and they shake hands. White gloved hand to pale hand, the other man had a gaudy ring on his ring finger with diamonds so most likely married though his watch was definitely a fake Rolex. The man was bringing both legal and… less than legal money to the table so Danny makes a point to pull the guy in and clap him on the back, “do keep in mind, my uncle is Vlad Masters, I’m sure you understand”, and let’s the guy go, finger snapping and finger gunning as he take his leave; the other man looks slightly shocky. Fucking good. Sometimes people would try to pull one over on his parents, mostly due to Jack’s seeming obviousness and innocence, and they’d sometimes try it with Danny too due to him being all young and shit. It didn’t help that his dad feel for it sometimes, even his mom had once or twice due to being excited or too focused on other things. Danny, however, never had, he was way too perceptive and aware of the more unkind side of people (ghost or human) for that; which is probably why his parents wanted him to handle all the deals and clients now. Was it a pain? Yes. Most of the clients were either a little wacky, a little shady, or just painfully normal. But bringing up Vlad, who had a goddamn thirty-ish year reputation for being brutal/vindictive and unscammable in business, usually stopped anyone from even trying to pull one over on Danny.

Vlad definitely didn’t mind, that man liked his more intimidating business reputation, and would absolutely run someone’s business into the ground on Danny’s behalf; at least they got on well these days, so the rich ass wouldn’t ask for much in return.

So anyways, bank time, as he slips in through the slightly squeaky doors with a whistle; thank fuck he was practiced in walking around with casts. Slapping his cheques down on the till and, as is typical of his luck, all Hell breaks loose immediately after.

Doors banging open loudly and men shouting stereotypical bullshit, “ON THE GROUND NOW! THIS IS A ROBBERY! IF YOU DONT WANT TO DIE YOU’LL LISTEN THE HELL UP!”, and fires a few rounds at the ceiling. Don’t these jackasses know that could cause ricochets and shit?

Needless to say everybody drops… except Danny, who, you know, has a fucking cast and thus would reasonably have difficulty with that shit. The chuckle fucks don’t really like that of course, one pointing a gun at an unaffected looking Danny, “ground, now”.

“I don’t know about you guys but I kinda have difficulty laying on the ground with a fucking cast on”.

The guy rolls his eyes under his ski mask, “funny. Ground, I don’t care how difficult it is”.

Danny shrugs and just kinda falls sideways, landing on the ground with a huff and a very loud thump. This? This was not what the armed man expected him to do and he just stands in shock for a beat; Danny’s tempted to knock the man’s feet out and bite him to get some kind of upper hand but… he wasn’t alone in the building and he wasn’t about to risk collateral. so the man with the gun grunts and goes back to the others to watch everyone while giving him some weirded out side-eye.

Cue operation big ass distraction. He is literally wearing a spandex suit filled to the brim with weapons and that’s super fucking durable, a regular ass gun ain’t doing shit and these guys don’t look like they brought ecto-based weaponry or a rocket launcher or an anti-tank rifle… just so long as they don’t shoot him in the fucking head. Granted that won’t really do anything else either but that was because he was already dead, and while that would really make these idiots realise the situation they’re in, that shit being caught on camera would be super bad.

So Danny starts drumming his fingers on his stomach, then moving his arms and legs around like he’s making snow angels, when that doesn’t get mu- oh wait never mind, they’re staring at him and one of the guys mutters, “are you fucking kidding me”. Danny bounces his feet up and down making thumping noises and making his whole body shake; while also trying the gesture to everyone to, like, hide or some shit. At least shimmy away from his ass, ‘cause trying to shimmy away from the guy that’s practically begging to be shot is very reasonable behaviour that the gunmen won’t really question much.

A slightly taller jackass comes over this time, pointing his gun right at Danny’s nose, “I can just kill you now if you feel like being annoying”.

Danny smirks very mockingly, “go ahead, be doing me a favour or two”. And the man eyes how Danny is very clearly entirely unbothered by the gun in his face. “Lookie a kid with a death wish, on your stomach. Now”, and he nudges Danny’s side with his gun barrel; everyone is very much not near Danny now.

Danny does oblige, again he doesn’t actually want to get shot in the face. The taller man backs up and mutters to another, “he might be real trouble, either he doesn’t fear death or he’s made these kinds of rounds before”; his buddy just nods curtly and passes the message along.

Nice. More eyes on Danny. Danny likey. Also he absolutely heard someone managing to hit the panic button; ghost ears for the win. unfortunately said ghost ears are also picking up on the guys doing a solid job breaking into the safe, these guys have done this before.

And then someone other than Danny does something stupid and lunges for one of the men’s guns, Danny wants to call the girl a fucking moron as she gets shot in the foot without any hesitation. Aka, Danny’s hand is solidly forced now since he was no longer their only ‘problem’ meaning playing distraction via erratic behaviour wasn't gonna work now. Whelp. Nothing for it. Taking advantage of the girls distraction to twist his palms under his collar bone and flex his feet so his toes are flat in the ground. Grinning, “a cast might hinder your legs but you know what it doesn’t hinder? Your ankles”, and uses his wrists and toes/ankles to springboard/slingshot himself forward and straight into the nearest asshole's knees.

The guy goes down like a sack of bricks.

Danny snaking his arm around to jab the guy one in the chin, knocking him out easily with a little help from his ghostly strength; then grabbing his shirt and flinging the man at the other men, Danny grabbing the man’s gun too while he’s at it and using the gun as a prop to shove himself back into standing upright.

Danny took issue with killing. Big no to murder. But what he didn’t take issue with was injuries; people don’t die from mild enough injuries, they just hurt like a son of a bitch.

So Danny shoots two guys in their feet, both feet. While everyone else starts panicking and running around; Danny winds up shooting one of the guys in the shoulder -barely- cause he tried to shoot a fleeing old dude. Danny basically gliding over the ground, using the reach of the butt of the gun to deliver knock out neck hits to the two guys he shot in the foot; chuckling the gun at the shoulder shot guy, he’s not super happy with the thunk noise it makes against the fuckers chest but he’s still breathing… just maybe with a cracked rib or two.

Now there’s just the two in the vault and the two in this room with him, both of the later have their guns on him at this point and obviously think he just threw away his weapon based on their definite smirks under their masks.

Danny glances around at the ground like he’s looking for another weapon, one of the men chuckling, “not so cocky now, are we”. Danny looking back up and shrugging, “oh I assure you, I am the perfect amount of cocky”, and suddenly Danny has a bazooka.

The two men’s eyes go wide, Danny taking their shook as a chance to summon out a little laser gun from its ankle slot and promptly laser seals shut the vault; those men can stay there and get picked up by the cops… whenever the cops can manage to get it back open anyways. But for now, bazooka. Danny snickers, “your guy’s luck must really suck to pick the one time to commit robbery at the same time as when an owner of a ground breaking weapons company that even does deals with some… less than public government sectors, will be around doing business”, grin turning mean, “and I’m the owner with the best shot”; the bazooka charging up with a whine. Any remaining hostages are either huddling further in their hiding spots, trying to record this shit, or muttering profanities.

‘Cause yeah, this was definitely a weird ass scene. Three unconscious bank robbers, a ‘wack job’ in a red lab coat plus spandex body suit plus green/purple pants plus blue shoes like he’s from a fucking comic book or something, and two other bank robbers having a gun stand-off with bazooka mad scientist dude. The fact that Danny was grinning like he was having a jolly good time while the robbers looked all serious, really sold it.

Annnnnnnnd then the cops show up.

“EVERYBODY PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! Put your weapons down”. The robbers do as their told instantly while glaring bloody murder at Danny.

Danny, however, actively pouts, “hey, I’m just defusing the situation”. He sounds so serious that even the cops are thrown off and pause, everyone eyeing him.

The shorter robber fucker wheezes, “kid, you’re fucking crazy”.

Danny shrugs, still holding his bazooka, “first off, I’m an adult. Second off, again I have a leg cast so that whole get on the ground thing’s gonna take some time. Third off, Imma Fenton, crazy’s in the genes”, smirking, “or in the spandex jumpsuit, I guess. These definitely aren’t denim”.

One of the cops lowers her gun, “you’re a Fenton”.

Danny takes one hand off the bazooka and points to his face, grinning goofily, “Daniel James Fenton, heir to FentonWorks, at your service”; somewhat slowly lifting up the bazooka to point it at the ceiling instead, all the cops -except the lady cop who spoke up- following him with their guns the entire time.

Tall robber sounds slightly confused, “full name? Are you not concerned a friend of ours will come hunt you down for this”; one of the cops grabbing him and yanking his cuffed ass up very roughly.

“Eh, bigger men with bigger arsenals haven't succeeded yet so I’m not worried”.

Meanwhile, lady cop holsters her gun, waving the others off, “don’t bother with him, Fenton’s are basically exempt from the law”. The other cops looking dumbfounded at her, one even giving her a, “seriously?”.

“Yes, seriously. You three, get that vault open”.

Danny nods, retracting the bazooka, “good call, kinda trapped two fuckers in there with an ankle laser”.

One cop mumbling, “ankle laser? What is this? James Bond?”.

Danny snickers, “you wouldn’t believe me if I told you”, then walks over to the lady officer, she looks like she’s in charge here or at least the highest on the peeking order, handing over his FentonWorks id for her to look over and nod at.

She hands it back to him with a, “you Fenton’s are as crazy as I was warned”.

Danny beams happily, “oh this isn’t remotely crazy for me”, glancing around, “actually I think this was the single easiest robbery slash hostage situation I’ve ever been involved with. Glad to see there’s no weird gothic mime clowns or mecha body suits”. Then looking right at the robbers, “by the by? This shit?”, putting a hand to his jumpsuit, “is neck to toe bullet proof and contains well over three hundred different weapons. You were out gunned and out armoured before you even tried. Suck on deez nuts”, and makes a couple of lewd gestures.

Some of the hostages whimper, two laugh, and the other remaining ones just fucking flee. the lady cop eyes Danny, “please try to stick to you own jurisdiction in the future”.

Danny grins giddily before striding back over to where he left his cheques, “now is anyone gonna cash these for me or? They’re not, like, super legal so…”.

One of the two cops that were working on the safe shouting, “are you for real!?!”.

“I verbally and/or visually -take your pick- terrorised some robbers, shot three of them, and held a bunch of cops at bazooka point; questionable money and maybe tax evasion are a moot point at this point”.

A bank teller does actually shakily come over and start doing his cheque for him, “um, uh, thank you?”, her voice is a little squeaky.

Danny gives a little thumbs up, “hey it’s my thing to both disturb and protect the peace, usually from far weirder situations with a lot more collateral damage”. And gives her double-finger guns while the cops finally get the safe open and drag out the two trapped men.

Whelp, this wasn’t his problem anymore and he dealt with what he was required to. Saluting everyone, “whelp, this was fun, thanks for the more mundane combat style break. Got dead people to deal with, if you want to charge me with your therapy bills please don’t, the damages tab is high enough already”, and with that he saunters out.

One of the cops looks to the boss lady cop, “how are we supposed to report this?”.

“Maurice, the second we slap FentonWorks Incident on that report, we could claim we fought the goddamn tooth fairy and the higher-ups wouldn’t question it”.

The other cop just whistles, rather impressed.

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Danny snags some danishes before flopping down in one of the kitchen chairs, “so guess who shot three people, had a bazooka standoff with the cops, and was in a freaking bank robbery, today?”.

His mom turns away from the stove, she was probably making supper, “are you okay? Didn’t seriously hurt anyone?”. His dad, who’s tinkering with… something, just looks giddy, “that’s my boy”.

Danny snorts, “eh the worst anyone got was maybe a cracked rib, kinda threw a gun kinda hard into his chest”.

Both his parents wincing, his dads the one to ask though, “Fenton kinda hard or normal people kinda hard”.

“Mostly normal”, Danny shrugs, he’s not worried, “and the cops got the guys I sealed in the vault out pretty quick so I doubt they were having issues breathing”, straightening up some, “the deal went fine though, some cash in the account already”.

His dad does a little cheer, while his mom smiles, “that’s good and I’m glad things didn’t get too eventful”.

Danny laughs, “ha! Yeah, someone definitely record some of that shit show though so don’t be too surprised if I’m on the news again”. They shake their heads fondly at that… and yes, Danny was in fact on the news that night from multiple different shaky angles; his outfit definitely was a bit of an eyesore, nice.

End.

Prompt: Danny gets caught in the middle of a bank robbery. Can he diffuse the situation without revealing his powers?

[tentimesthecourage]

So I haven't written in a while, but I was looking through my docs and I don't think I ever posted this.

Have fun

A deep shuddering breath escaped the shivering male as he leaned against the other one’s shoulder. He could barely keep his eyes open any more and he felt so cold.

“Guess this is it…” He murmured softly. “Didn’t think it would end like this…” His eyes trailed over the others before him, unable to make out the details of them. Perhaps that was a good thing… he doubted they’d want him to see them in such a state.

They had won… it was finally over… but at what cost?

None of them were making it home alive.

If he tried hard enough, he could hear the faint murmurs of those having their final conversations in the air, but he paid them no mind. 

“I… want to say that I’m afraid… and honestly, I am… I’m terrified… I’ll never see my friends again… never see her again… never see you again… I don’t know what happens after you die but… heh… I guess we’ll all find out together…” He managed to swallow, the coppery taste in his mouth barely caught his attention

“Thank you… truly… for being there for me… you made this journey more bearable than I could have ever imagined… I wish… I wish that you had been able to go home… that you could have seen her… you deserved to have a peaceful life… and instead you got dragged into this…”

With more effort than it should have ever taken, Rhythm managed to shift and turn to cuddle into his side, well aware the body beside him was colder than his own.

“I love you, Sky… I hope you knew that…”

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Everything hurts… Rinku wheezed softly, he had a lung punctured, he was more than sure. It was a wonder he wasn’t dead already, but he knew it was coming.

He felt the weight on his chest shift and managed to look down at Four, covered in just as much blood as he was and shaking softly. He reached up and entangled his fingers in the matted hair causing the older to look up. Rinku was too tired to grimace at the injury over the other’s eye.

A matching mark, their enemy had claimed.

He cupped Four’s cheek and the other leaned into him with a shaky sigh.

“We’re… we’re not gonna make it…” It wasn’t a question.

“No.” He answered it anyway. Four gave a wry smile.

“It’s too bad… I was really… l-looking forward to that wedding… to have you take my name…”

A quiet breath of laughter escaped him, “Who needs a wedding… We’ve been married since you accepted my ring…”

The smith managed to push himself up on shaky limbs and move up to brush his lips against the younger male’s one final time.

“Till death do us part…”

“Not even death will take you from me…”

“I love you....”

“I love you too…”