#thanks melk!

[thus-spoke-lo]

📸📸📸📸🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤 LO!!!! THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW!!! YOUR FANS THEY WANNA KNOW!!!!! NOW THAT ITS GETTING COLDER WHAT DO YOU AND DOFFY DO TO KEEP WARM????? 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤📸📸📸📸📸✨

*breathes heavily into the microphone with my mouth directly on it* we fuckin'.

OKAY OKAY. HANG ON. I HAVE REAL THOUGHTS.

Canon au--letting me wear that bigass pink coat and fucking sitting in front of a grand fireplace, drinking something warm, though his hands are even warmer

Modern au (because I have one of those now...send help)--we're going somewhere tropical and secluded where we can drink all day and fuck on private beaches. Or, some ski resort where absolutely no skiing will occur--just drinking warm whiskey in a private cabin and watching snow fall from bed.

[grimmweepers]

I saw in that reblog game u kno more than one language I’m interested in what languages you know 🎤

omg hello melk!!!

well other than english, i know how to to speak lao (because laotian is my ethnicity!) and conversationally understand thai

this past year i’ve also really been interested in latin and have actually been looking at private lessons for it. why? just cause! i love the history behind the language. so hopefully i can add that to my list one day

[teddybeartoji]

HI MICKEY!!! for the selfship asks: 8, 13 and 18 with toji <3

HAIII MELKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEHEHEHEH THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BYY THIS IS SO FUN AND EXCITING AND WAHHH I AM KISSING YOU SILLY RNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#MOJI

8. constantly bragging about dating each other or keeping the relationship relatively secretive?

i definitely boast and brag abt him bc he's mineeee!!!!!!!!!!!! i think he's perfect and so good and i'm so fucking proud of him and everybody will be hearing a thousand reasons as to why i think so!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he pretends that it just feeds his ego but i know it does more. it's good for his heart.

ANDDD believe it or not... he talks abt me to shiu!!!!!!!! nothing too deep but he constantly mentions me and what i've been doing. it caught shiu so off-guard at first bc ???? toji u good???????? but then he was just happy for him yk? oh.. and how do i know this? shiu himself told me. by accident. we were just waiting for him at the grocery store and he said smth in the lines of "yeah, toji told me that you're writing now? that's great." and i was just like ???????????wdym??????? i didn't know he talks abt me to you??????? and shiu just went ?????????????????????????? he does??????????????? a lot??????????????????????????????????? anyway it was super cute and we both swore to keep it between us.

13. stay at home dates or out on the town dates?

stay at home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! neither of us are big fans of crowded places so staying at home is just perfect for us!!!!! we love ordering in and watching movies and binging tv shows. it's very simple but we love it a lot. andandand!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i've been trying to convince him that boardgames are fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he was incredibly unsure at first but i think he was just a little afraid to make a fool of himself (and i get it bc... man it's always so hard to learn the rules of a new board game isn't it?????)(but i am patient and also very persistent, so now here we are hehehe).

18. cuddle in bed or need their space to sleep?

yeah no i'm not even gonna lie - i would sleep under his fucking skin if i could:((((((( no space between us, not even an inch. he's my weighted blanket and i always try to burrow myself into the crook of his neck or his side bc mmmmmmmhe's so warm and soft and he really is my teddy bear okay...

he wasn't used to it at first though. he was just a little stiff under me, so the first nights were a little weird. but that's okay. he was the one to pull me back onto him after i kept my distance just for a bit!!!!! he just grumbles something at me and i didn't want to push him any further so i just did it without a comment. and now we alwaysss always always sleep together!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! me on top of him, him on top of me, cuddled into his side, his head on my tummy or thighs - we're always touching!!!!!!!!! no space!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[elliesndg]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

Omg this is so hard I can’t choose so I’ll choose the last 5 songs I listened to today

[brainrotfm]

ROTTY give the people what they want: a cute thing you or sukuna do to/for one another daily (or almost daily) 🎤

melk i literally revamped my self ship tag just to reply to this so i'm sorry for my delay BUT like.... i find sukuna to be deeply verbose / well read / eloquent and so we love to share what we write and read with each other.

near daily, he can expect to get a screenshot of a poem i just finished, or a line from a book i thought was emotionally raw. in return, i can expect a slip of paper tucked in my lunch with a haiku drafted out for my eyes only<3

my writings about sukuna pin points deeply complex emotions i struggle to say but can flesh out for him in written word; meanwhile, his writings about me is so much more gentle and vulnerable than what he's willing to offer out loud, and it's a fantastic mitigation of expectations from two people who adore being adored but are very bad at the tender exposure of love

also we have a book club where we share a book and use different color highlighters to highlight our favorite parts, bc we're evil book defacers as well xo

[zorosdimples]

thank you pasi @nkogneatho, jes @jeschalynn, and melk @papersirens for making me insane!

middle-aged toji who’s not as trim as he was in his twenties.

he’s as broad and strong as ever, and all his muscle is still there—it’s just nestled under fat that comes with a life well-lived. he complains about his back and knees, but only when it suits him; aches and pains never stop him from throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing (he swears you’re as light as a feather, and you have half a mind to believe him).

he has learned to embrace the black hair that adorns his body, no longer feeling like he has to be hairless to show off his physique. why would he ever shave again when you lick his happy trail with the upmost reverence? when you twirl your fingers in his chest hair and nuzzle against the stubble on his jawline?

he would be lying if he said he didn’t get self-conscious from time to time. but the way you pounce on him when he’s in his usual fitted black shirt and sweatpants makes it painfully clear: no matter what his body looks like as he ages, you’ll love every part of him all the same.

[thelien-art]

and if you don’t mind another request: maedhros with the aromantic flag or melkor with the agender flag? again thank you soo much

Melks my beloved😌

Knew I had to draw him in a tight top opposite the usual shirt I give him

Maedhros can be found here

🏳️‍🌈CELEBRATE PRIDE WITH ME🏳️‍🌈 - send in a character or a ship with a pride flag and I´ll draw it

[peanutpinet]

Hello!! I planned to check on your page in hopes to read some old/new fics and I was so glad I came across your recent one!! Thank you for that. I have a request for the mafia fics you make which are just *chef's kiss*

- Could you have Mark x female reader (same age, or the fem a bit younger) where they are both in a higher status who train the recruits and some of them disrespect the girl?

Please take your time- I know writing consistently can be hard (this is actually my second request and I can't wait for what more you have to bring!) Also I love that your fics are angsty but more fluffy which is what makes them great!!

Respect - Mafia! Mark Lee x Trainee! Fem Reader

A/N: hellow anon, I'm so sorry it took me eons to write this fic and am sorry if it didn't live up to your expectation but I hope you still find it enjoyable. I'm sorry to my fellow nctzens that I haven't been posting as well. Life happened and there's so much going around that has overwhelmed me but I'm slowly trying to work my way through the requests. I promise I'm trying to get your requests written!!

Also, your author went into the Love and Deepspace rabbit hole and well, you can probably guess who's my bias (cough*Sylus*cough). I had a thought of making a Jeno (Sylus) fic but we'll see if it'll come through the light of day but for now, I hope you enjoy my first-ever Mark fic on this blog.

Disclaimer: This is also part of the NCT mafia world/fic that I've created. The NCT members portrayed in this fic are not how they are irl. This is a work of FICTION!

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Mark being a mess, chaotic dreamies, mentions of drug, illegal drug selling, stuck-up annoying kid, no blood (for once in an NCT mafia fic), no torture (another surprise). NOT PROOFREAD!

ENJOY!!

“Hey Melk, don’t forget that you have to take charge of today’s recruits” Haechan shouted at what he likes to call, the ‘leader’ of dream

“You do know that I have a lot going around (literally irl as well, praying for Mark)?” Mark replied, as he was finishing some of the paperwork regarding the events from last weekend’s incident

“How’s Jisung holding up?” Mark asked whereas Haechan sighed seeing his hyung always taking care of his younger members rather than resting and taking care of his own health. “He’s doing fine. He actually got together with the girl which I’m not that surprised considering that he would always steal glances at her whenever he spotted her”

“Yo? Really? I never knew that he was close with the other recruits other than Eunji but I’m happy for him” Mark replied, still not looking away from the amount of paperwork

“Okay. That’s it” Haechan groaned and immediately yanked the paperwork away from Mark who was now yelling at him to give it back. “Lee Donghyuck!! Give it back, I swear if you rip it and make me redo the paperwork…”

“Relax, who said that I’m going to do that” Haechan scoffed right as the door to Mark’s office opened and revealed Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun

“Yo Hyung, you looked really….” Jaemin was about to comment when Mark looked up to his younger members who stopped whatever comment they had and instead pitied their leader. “Really tired. Go take a break from all the paperwork, hyung. Just because you’re the leader of dream, doesn’t mean that you should shoulder all the burden on your own” Jaemin continued, taking pity of their leader and grabbed all the paperwork and folders that were scattered all over the desk

“Guys, I’m really fine. It’s not like I’ve never done this before” Mark tried to reason and his members took all the paperwork out of his reach

“Sure you have but we would prefer that you take care of your health for once. I’m going to let Doyoung and Taeyong-hyung that you need a break. When was the last time you had a proper break? Even Haechan got it” Renjun argued, taking his phone out and called Doyoung

Sighing, Mark leaned back on his chair whilst closing his eyes. “Guys, I promise you that I’m not overworking myself, it’s just that I honestly have no idea what to do even if I get the day off”

“Yea, I know, hyung. It’s getting out of hand. No, we need Taeyong-hyung. Okay, okay. Got it, hyung” Renjun got off the phone and Haechan asked if it was Doyoung-hyung. “Is it Doyoung-hyung? What did he say? Do I get the day off as well?”

Slapping Haechan, Renjun shook his head in annoyance. “Like hell you get the day off. You took a whole week off last month if you’ve forgotten about it. Taeyong-hyung is on his way”

Right as Renjun finished, they all heard a knock on the door and Jeno went to open the door to reveal Taeyong who looked like he just got back from a meeting with the fancy suit that he was wearing but his tie was slightly loose.

“Ehem, hyung, you might have gotten something around on your neck” Chenle teased as Taeyong wiped his neck to see a smear lip stain and brushed it off and went towards Mark

“Mark…” Taeyong called out to his younger member who was also a fellow leader

Looking up at his older hyung, Taeyong could see the dark circles that were under his eyes. Mark’s hair was clearly messy and his skin tone looked ashy. Sighing, Taeyong sat across Mark with his desk separating the two leaders. “Mark, you need to rest. I’m sorry I didn’t realise it sooner but I’ll ask the others to handle the paperwork that you were handling and you can have till the weekend off”

Widening his eyes, Mark shot up from his seat and placed his hands on the desk. “B-but Hyung, I swear I’m okay. Plus, I honestly don’t know what to do with my free time anyway. I just feel that just sleeping around would make me feel guilty. I swear I’ll take it easy”

“See, hyung. We think he completely lost it at this point” Haechan teased only to have Mark get up and smack the younger member

“Haechan, Mark” Taeyong mentioned and the two stopped bickering. “Mark, if you feel that you’re slacking off by taking a few days off then why don’t you help teach some classes? It’s been a while since you last taught a class because of your busy schedules”

“Right, there are some new recruits we’ve been eyeing to be part of the new sub-unit” Mark mentioned

Taeyong then slid the tab across the desk towards Mark who took it and looked through the schedules and recruits that they were training. He also had a look at who was the teaching assistant and his eye was caught on a girl. She was a year younger than him and was recruited around the same time as the 00 liners.

“(y/n)” Mark thought to himself

Of course, how could he have forgotten the girl who was impressive enough to be part of the same batch along with Jeno and Jaemin. She was so impressive that she managed to get to a rank just below the official NCT members. She was also the one that helped save Mark back during their early days as recruits when they had to spy on some influential conglomerate who was secretly corrupting their company’s money and was also cheating on their wife and kids.

“Hello?! Earth to Melk? Mork? Mek?” Haechan called out several times before Mark finally snaps back to reality

“H-huh? Sorry. It really has been a while since I’ve trained some recruits or even get into field exercises” Mark mentioned

Taeyong shook his head, chuckling as he got up from his seat. “Well, it’s a good time to get back into it, don’t you think?”

Taeyong patted Mark’s back as he headed towards the door and was about to leave but he stopped and turned to Mark and the dreamies. “By the way, Haechan, you’re not going to get any leaves for the next 4 months because you took a two whole weeks off in the past 2 months. Oh and Mark, be sure to look out for (y/n) and say hello to her for me”

As Taeyong left, the entire dream group went off with one conversation about how Haechan managed to sneak 2 weeks off and the other was teasing Mark about (y/n).

Time Skip to Training Month

The entire month, NCT would always conduct field lessons where the members would be divided into several groups, teach the new recruits of the actual field work then bring some of the new recruits at the end of the month with them for actual field work at where they can go hands on to what the members typically do while also learn where their strong skills are.

Mark was assigned to teach about spying and decoding some of the most basic conversation that could be a potential clue. Going into the class, the entire classroom seemed to still be wild yet he tried to get them to sit back down.

“Class? Yo guys?” Mark called out yet no one seemed to notice him which reminded him a lot of NCT Dream

Sighing, Mark was about to slam something to the desk when (y/n) and other teaching assistants came in, startling the entire classroom. “Attention everyone!” (y/n) shouted, the entire classroom sat down and Mark himself was slightly startled

One of the recruits even accidentally threw an object that was in their hand but Mark caught it right before it hit (y/n)’s face. “Alright, class. Welcome to this month’s field study about stealth and spying. I’ll be your main teacher, Mark. You can Mark me in your memory”

“Mr Mark, are you new here?” one of the recruits asked and Mark chuckled. “No, why?”

“Because it seems that you’re mistaken. Everyone here excels in the class and we’re only here for the action. So when are we going to go out for the real deal” the recruits joked around and (y/n) along with some of the higher ranks were about to stop them but Mark raised his hand, stopping them

“The real deal?” Mark chuckled, standing in front of the desk, putting both his arms on the desk behind him. “Alright then. If you want the real deal then tell me who the imposter is in this room. There’s someone in this room that’s not a recruit”

Immediately the entire classroom was a ruckus. Each of them questioned one another because while they were all recruits, they were all from different batches.

“Umm, sir, this can go on for the whole day if you don’t stop it” (y/n) mentioned as Mark turned to see the girl that he admired growing up to become a well-established woman in the group

“Hello? Mark?” (y/n) snapped her fingers in front of the NCT Dream’s leader’s face which snapped him back to reality. “Right, sorry”

Mark then walked away from the desk and headed to one of the groups that was having a heated conversation and pulled one of the “recruits’” jacket. “Haechan, I told you to stop sneaking in like this. Wait until I tell Taeyong about this”

Haechan who chuckly opened the hood of his hoodie just smiled at the tired Mark and waved at (y/n). “Hi (y/n). It’s been a while hasn’t it?” Haechan stated, skipping towards (y/n) who smiled but shook her head in disbelief. “Should’ve known that it was you, Haechan”

The entire class was in shock that another NCT member was in the room and no one recognised him at all. “Relax, I was just curious about the class you were teaching. Gosh, I knew Taeyong made sure that everyone out there didn’t know our identities but our own recruits not knowing who’s who?” Haechan chuckled, shaking his head as he walked towards the desk in front of the classroom. “Damn, either we’ve become desperate and recruited some unskillful people or they’re too spoiled and entitled to the point that they practically forgot what they’ve been taught, and well, from previous experience, it would be the latter”

Haechan was practically livid as he eyed the recruits. He knew some from training them a while back and he remembered a specific recruit that was so full of himself and one time even mistook his girlfriend for some silly new recruit and even nearly bullied her.

Haechan slowly walked toward one of the recruits, his gaze darkened and despite being around the same height as the recruit, he was still an NCT member. His aura screamed intimidating as if he had done so many bad things which sent the entire class silent. “Wouldn’t you say so, Nicholas?”

“Lee Haechan, I think that’s enough” Mark’s voice echoed through the classroom; it wasn’t a shout but rather a statement. The entire class could only watch two NCT members interact in silence. No one dared to talk to each other until Mark walked towards Haechan, his hand was on the younger member’s shoulder. “Haechan” Mark yanked the younger member and made him turn. “I said enough”

The two NCT members had a stare-off right as the bell rang. Sighing, Mark told the students to be prepared for the next lesson because he was going to bring them for a mini field assessment. “Alright, dismiss everyone”

One by one the students left the classroom along with some of the higher recruits and right as (y/n) was about to leave, Mark decided to ask her a favour. “Hey (y/n), I know that I might be asking a lot but would you mind sending me the entire background information of the students and an overview of what they’ve learned?”

“Sure thing. Anything else that you might need?” (y/n) asked, tilting her head which made Mark stutter a bit. “N-no, that’s all. Thanks (y/n). I appreciate it”

“No worries. I’ll umm, get going and get the things you need ready” (y/n) mentioned and left the classroom to just Mark and Haechan

“Haechan, what were you even trying to do with spying on the class? I didn’t even get to teach anything and…” Mark was starting to complain but Haechan’s serious tone cut him off. “Hyung. You should know that while I’m a prankster at times, I don’t really play around when it comes to work, and let me tell you, that kid, Nicholas, and his gang. There’s something not right about them. They thought my girlfriend was some new recruit and were about to bully her had Jeno not come and stop them”

Hearing Haechan be serious and explain this made Mark let out another long sigh and mess his hair up. “And? You kept an eye on them, right? What did you find, Haechan?”

Haechan looked down, clenching his hands into a fist. “Nothing out of the ordinary just yet but I’m warning you, Hyng. He’s not someone we should leave unwatched” Haechan mentioned as he left Mark in the classroom to think about what just happened.

Over the next course of 3 weeks, Mark has been teaching and training the recruits alongside the higher rankings like (y/n). Occasionally, some of the other members would come around and visit Mark’s lessons and even help teach some of the recruits as well.

By the end of the month, Taeyong had assigned fieldwork for each of the members and the class they were teaching. Mark announced to his class that they were assigned to handle some illegal drug-selling group that was in a college.

“Alright class. There’s a yearly sorority party going at a special location. It’s typically different every year, and the tracing class has already traced their location. Your job is to infiltrate the party and find whoever is selling and retrieving those drugs. Don’t get caught, watch each others’ back. We’ll be close by just in case anything goes wrong. You’ll be separated amongst different teams to infiltrate each party since there are several going around in the town they were assigned to.

Mark watched as the recruits were divided and (y/n) was assigned to be the main leader for the group that had Nicholas which even though throughout the past few weeks, Mark didn’t notice anything, he couldn’t help but feel something not sit right with him that he decided to talk with (y/n) right before her team headed out.

“Hey” Mark called out to (y/n) who turned and looked at Mark. “Oh, Mark, hi. What is it? Is there something wrong?” (y/n) asked

“N-no. Well, just wanted to make sure that you’re alright” Mark mentioned, scratching the back of his neck, making (y/n) chuckle. “I’m okay, Mark. Don’t worry about it. It’s not like they’re in kindergarten where they need to be constantly watched” (y/n) mentioned, making Mark laugh as well

“I know, I know. But you know, they’re still kids. They haven’t gone to the field like we have. This is a good opportunity for them to be exposed and for us to see how serious they are. Also to see who is easily manipulated or not” Mark mentioned, making the hair on the back of (y/n)’s neck stand up

“I, I know, Mark. I know what you mean. Since the incident with Eunji against of the entitled group, it has been part of the program where before their supposed ‘graduation’, they would be sent to the field to deal with real-life problems” (y/n) replied and Mark knew the incident she was talking about

“I know that incident too. Just, be careful alright? If anything happens, just call us” Mark mentioned as (y/n) nodded and left along with the rest of the group for the recruits’ annual field mission

Mark’s POV

It was a little past 1 am and almost 6 hours since the group left yet there really hadn’t been any major updates regarding the issue and I’m starting to grow worry. “Yo Hyung, are you working overtime again?” I heard Renjun mention, coming into my office

“Not exactly overtime if I’m waiting until the class has all come back” I mentioned as Renjun shook his head whereas the rest of the dreamies came into my office

“Are you sure you’re just waiting for the class or waiting for (y/n)?” Haechan teased which made me throw the nearest object towards him

“There’s nothing wrong with being worried about a fellow comrade. It’s quite normal. Especially if you have a crush on the person” Jeno followed along with the teasing

The members kept me company for a while until Haechan received a notification from his laptop that the final team, the one (y/n) is supervising was finally done with their task and were heading their way back to the headquarters.

The dreamies and I went towards our HQ’s vehicle building. By the time we arrived, the cars that (y/n) and her team used were already back but instead of hearing some encouraging words or complains about coming back late or something, we heard some arguments between several people.

Your POV

“You seriously going to report us about what we did? I mean we’ve been training at this place for who knows how damn long it has been since we were all brought here. We’re always monitored whenever we leave the base and the one time we get to go out and explore without being monitored, of course, you had to be the responsible one and ruined it” Nicholas complained

Scoffing, I crossed my arms and looked at Nicholas with a sharp gaze, no one else dared to speak up. “Ruined it?! You were the one acting like a brat. It’s as if this place is a prison and you can’t get any social interaction at all. More like, you can’t pull anyone in here so you decided to try and drug that girl at the party”

Nicholas was about to bark back at me but we were all shocked at the next few words that echoed through the place and heavy boots getting closer.

“You tried to do what?!” we heard Mark shout and as I turned around, I saw Mark along with the other Dream members making their way towards us

Instinctively, I lightly bowed at them and explained what happened. “We found who was selling the drugs and traced them back to an old man who was working together with one of the kids. Of course, we’ve handled the situation. We confiscated the drugs and the kids who were selling them then…” before I continued, Mark stopped me and made his way towards Nicholas

“We know what happened (y/n). You gave us constant updates and we already know who was the one actually selling the drugs and all” Haechan explained

“But not about someone, amongst our soon-to-be fresh grads wanting to use those drugs for…” Jeno mentioned but Mark continued. “Personal reasons”

Everyone was silent, I didn’t even dare to say anything. Dream are considered to be the more laid-back group but when it comes to their job, they don’t play around. Especially when it involves illegal things and their reputation being at stake. Yet, this is the first time I’ve seen Mark actually be this intimidating as the leader of NCT Dream.

“Explain yourself” Mark stated, his eyes filled with annoyance was bored into Nicholas’ scared ones. “Or would you like to be intimidated by DoJaeJung?”

Dojaejung, another sub-unit of NCT with Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo. Though these 3 older NCT members seemed chill, Jungwoo is able to make you rat yourself, twisting your own words. Doyoung’s judging eyes and sharp words are also able to make you cower in fear. Finally, Jaehyun. He might seem the quietest and the one who could care less about anything. But if it involves his members, something that is against the foundation that he along with NCT built, it’s safe to say that you’re better off digging your own grave before facing him.

“N-no Mark, it was just…” Nicholas stuttered. “That’s sir to you. You don’t get to call me by my first name. Not at this very moment”

“Y-yes sir. I was saying that we never meant to harm anyone. We also didn’t harm anyone. We were curious and well we’ve been here practically for a long time and we just wanted to have fun had she not act like such an entitled person and…”

Without a warning, Mark punched Nicholas to the ground, causing me to gasp and cover my mouth Haechan chuckled then both Jeno and Jaemin each grabbed Nicholas’ arm, forcing him to look up at Mark. “You don’t get to say that about her. She’s doing her job. If she hadn’t been there to stop you. Graduating from here should be the least of your worries at this point. Once the whole of NCT finds out what you and some of you tried to pull out there which let me tell you from experience” Mark chuckled, his gaze was sharp

“Taeyong always knows everything. If you think you can think ahead and try to cover up whatever evidence you have. Taeyong will already have backups on backups. Evidence after evidence. Witnesses ready. If I were you, I’d start practicing begging to be spared. Now go back to your dorms. We’ll talk more about your stunt and give you a proper teaching of respect”

A/N: thank you once again for requesting this fic, anon and I hope you and everyone enjoyed reading this fic! Also if anyone also plays love and deepspace, hit me up :3

[grimmweepers]

ryu im coming over to give u the biggest smooch i could wax poetic that you already know about quality over quantity in terms of interactions but im instead gonna tell you you're wonderful and lovely and its been a delight seeing you on my dash and hearing about your day and i enjoy the things u post and u are loved <3

SOBS stop it melk i appreciate you sm 😭🤍

smooches you right back

[lale-txt]

Fic authors self rec!♡ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Melk sweet (´⌣`ʃƪ) thank you, i really enjoyed thinking about this! i also added commentary to it because i think everyone should swoon more over their own works!!

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 ➻ Osamu x f!reader, multichapter (ongoing), sfw

Soft Launch is my baby, my everything, the one fic that is currently turning my whole writing and how i feel about it upside down. i was very hesitant to start it bc i worried i'd overwhelm myself but the complete opposite happened? it's like i shook off the shackles i've put on myself for the longest time and it's just really freeing to indulge in this. i think it shows in my writing, too.

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀 ➻ Akaashi x f!reader, multichapter (ongoing), sfw

Replica was kinda born from Soft Launch. it went from "oh no, one ongoing multichap fic is enough, it's better to focus on just one project and finishing it first" to "fuck but i really like this idea" to "i'll just write down a few notes so i won't forget about it" to "WHAT IF I POUR SO MUCH ANGST INTO THIS" to me just losing my mind over it. eventually i stopped fighting myself and just let myself go with the flow.

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ➻ Nanami x afab!reader, 7.1k words, oneshot, nsfw

i genuinely think this is the best smut i've ever written. wrote it all down in the span of one feverish weekend and really made me feel different (in a good way) about my own writing.

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ➻ Tengen x afab!reader, 1.4k words, oneshot, nsfw

i just really loved writing Tengen & brat taming. i also remember how i noticed while writing this that i've gotten a whole lot better at writing dialogue and dirty talk which made made me really happy.

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ➻ various HQ chars x gn!reader, 1.3k words, sfw

these are drabbles and i LOVE writing drabbles because you gotta try painting a scene in ~200 words or less. i love coming up with different scenarios and really think about the chars and how they'd fit the prompt. this was also my first time writing HQ and made me feel a little braver about writing more for it in the future.

[junk-whunk-punk]

In your modern au, how would aule and yavanna react to melkor and cocky celebrimbor? Would they like both of them?

OH WOAH thank you for interest to my delirious creatures uhmm get dat love kitto😳🫴💗

Aaaa I bet they would be at loss🥹 If we assume that they found out that their Precious Little Golden One had embarked on the path of polyamory, then they restrained all LOLSOBBING emotions, saying only: «Uh... Show us how you do it... Really, just curious...»

They could barely accept that Mairon had become involved with Melkor in his youth, and even then they treated Melk with suspicion. But they understood that Mai was not a child now and clearly he knew better what to do with his life and his ass. And that's the only reason they don't get into his life. They are successful in being tactful parents🤝 But when Tyelpe appears, they went completely berserk, like AAAAA GRANDSON OF A BITCH LOOKED AT OUR PRECIOUS. FILTHY. COCKY. NO WAY MAI.

But still we have what we have now: Mai enjoying his life, Tyelpe being a cocky sasshole, Melk growling at Tyelpe's antics. And Yavanna and Aule would worry about their precious dandelion because of their strong parental instincts, at least both Melkor and Celebrimbor are... uhh... not worthy of imitation, they think🤭🤭🤭🤭

[k-atsukibakugou]

thank u melk for informing me hawks n gojo have the same VA bc theyre the same Type To Me (aka the kinda guy id hook up with but do NOT let anyone see you enter or leave i have a reputation)

[moony4pads]

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3 ships: Wolfstar, Jegulus and Marylily (yes ik these are all from the same fandom but I was just reading a fic where they are all major ships so they are all pn my mind)

First ship: my first ship I can remember is peraltiago, but I don't think I started watching B99 till I was like 9 or something so it can't have been my first

Last song: Rät by Penelope Scott

Last movie: I think the last full one I watched was Openheimer

Currently reading: (book) painting on location by David Cutis and Robin Capon (fic) retrial by phoenixgal and All along there was some invisible string (tying you to me) by ChloeDevanport

Currently watching: rewatching community

Last thing I wrote: (it's a shopping list btw and it's in dutch bc I'mtrying to improve my dutch) 'dubbel donker brood, melk, komkommer, wafels, bakpapier, zonenbloemolie'

Currently writing: nothing

Tagging: @shrinking-violetta @elder-millennial-trash @justthinking4444 @chaotic-lesbian-but-also-a-tree @stardustto-dust @teenagewidow @anti-hero-of-hawkins @boycunt-pdf

[thus-spoke-lo]

Fic authors self rec!♡ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

Ahhh thank you Melk! I think I answered one of these already but idr what I put on it entirely so I'm gonna just answer with the ones I like right now lmao.

Pain Management (Law x reader):

I've been re-reading this lately because it's shown back up in my notifs a few times and like yeah. I can write good sometimes.

In Pursuit (Dracule Mihawk x reader):

Can I be honest for a moment? I don't like this title but I finished it the day before I was scheduled to post it and I just used the placeholder title because my little peanut brain had turned to mush 😭 Anyywayyy I love this one, I love that one of my beloved anons inspired it, I love reader and Mihawk's relationship and I feel like they're equally boring and also weird and kinky doing shit like this on the reg. Like, they wake up and garden and have tea and read the newspaper to each other and then they're like okay time to break out the chains and spreader bars, did you remember to clean them?

Dr. Feelgood (Ace x reader)

Okay this one is just fucking goofy, I love it so much. And another one inspired by an anon!

Pretty Little Mess (Doflamingo x reader)

I think most of my Fictober/Kinktober fics just fall under my faves tbh. And anything I write for my husband Doflamingo, the grosser the better. 😊

Like Alcohol Vapors (Zoro x reader)

I still love this one so much. Angst, denying mutual feelings and shoving them down just to function, drunken confessions...it ticks a lot of boxes for what I like to read.

[reclusiverisottonero]

🌹 Rose Tinted Glasses 🌹 Ao3 Link

⤷ Risotto/AFAB!Reader; 4.3k words ⤷ Written for @sweetsparklerain as part of a trade hosted on @papersirens discord server! ⤷ Thanks also goes to Melk for looking over this fic for errors!

Summary:

As time pushes Risotto and you towards an inevitability ignorant to you both, you share an intimate night together after returning from a job that's taken you away from the city.

Warnings/Kinks:

⤷ AFAB Reader, breasts and genitals are described (cunt, pussy) but no pronouns mentioned. Reader is a member of La Squadra with an unmentioned stand. ⤷ Handcuffs, super light mentions of dom/sub (?), hair pulling, marking (bruises/scratches), cock piercings, intimacy, creampie, canon compliant but you'll have to squint to see what I mean by that, the impending tragedy lingering over a loving relationship that's been sealed by fate.

The nature of being a hitman means that communications come to a near standstill whenever you or Risotto have to leave town to work. Professionalism and the scarcity of free time dictates your calls be short and to the point, with coded texts sent at odd hours should your phones get into the wrong hands. There’s no room for more than that during those moments, and it’s better that way. Even hinting at what you and Risotto hold for one another while apart only draws forth feelings you both prefer to pack away inside the depths of your hearts when needing to work.

Neither of you dare doing something like that to the other, the pain from it far outweighs the dangers that can come from acknowledging it in ways that could leave a paper trail.

It’s your turn to return to him this time. Though you don’t really need to talk to Risotto right this very moment to hold a debrief, you also know you’re allowed to see him whenever you want without having to make up such flimsy excuses. Finally stopping at the door of his flat you remember what time it is, and not wanting to attract attention from curious eyes or ears this late at night you quickly flip open your cell phone to start typing.

<03/15/2001 - 02:24 AM: I’m here.>

No need for superfluous words, Risotto knows the timetable of your job because he’s the one that assigned it, trusting you to get it done as much as he trusts you with the address to his personal flat. You snap the phone shut without waiting for a reply, knowing he’s awake and has been waiting for you. It’s not long before you hear various deadbolts begin to unlock and the door silently opens just enough for you to see the glow of a piercing red eye cutting through the darkness inside. 

“It’s done, I delivered the package to the usual spot.”

The eye merely blinks in response to your message, not that you expected Risotto to say anything while you’re still in the hall and can only speak in code out in the open like this. You look back up at him, unperturbed by the intensity of his stare that lasts for a few moments more before he pulls back from the door and disappears into the dark.

Next thing you know a long arm shoots out from the door crack to wrap around your waist, swiftly pulling you inside before you’re able to fully process what’s happening. You don’t feel scared though, if anything a wave of arousal surges through your gut as the door clicks shut and Risotto crowds up into your personal space. His imposing figure only looms above you for a split second before he bends down and his soft lips are pressing on yours. Without a second thought, your hands slide under his hat to cup the back of his head, fingers playing with the silver hair hiding beneath as you return his affections and deepen the kiss.

A momentous amount of self-control goes into allowing Risotto to pull away. You don’t have enough of it to keep your hands off him though, resting them against the nape of his neck while he looks down at you with a smallest hint of a smile.  

“Welcome home.”

There are too many threads keeping the goal of cohabitation just dangling out of your reach. Wrapped in his arms like this, though, you know exactly what he means.

Risotto’s big hands give your hips a gentle squeeze as he settles impossibly closer against you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck to hide how his smile is becoming wider by the second. You can feel the shape of it ghosting along your skin until his lips begin suckling a row of kisses that make your thighs clench with every press of his tongue.

“Hey—” Is the only word you’re able to get out before he pushes the crown of his head into your face like a needy cat. You give in with a sigh, pressing kisses into his hair and across his forehead.

No matter how long the time frame is, whether you’re gone for only a day or a month, Risotto acts like this every time you return. Even after so long, the routine has yet to become stale for either of you.

As fun as it would be to fuck against the door right now, it’s late and you’re not exactly in the mood to have a slab of wood clattering against your back after the long drive here. You can tell Risotto is exhausted, too. His face always has a tinge of weariness to it, but the lines around his eyes become amplified when it's too much, when he hasn’t had a good night's sleep in days. Your absence might have had something to do with it, but keep the guilt at bay by reminding yourself who the order to leave town came from.

Gently you press Risotto back, and he goes with a soft smack of his lips, sharp eyes looking over your form. Always sends swirls of heat pooling in your gut to see them glowing with need when he does it, his face still so close to yours that you can feel the puffs of his shallow breath against your lips. That’s not the sole reason he’s scrutinizing you so intensely though, and you know the next step of this welcome routine is yours to take.

“I’m alright, just tired is all.” You answer the unspoken question with a tender smile before placing a kiss on his chin.

Risotto tilts his head in subtle deference and asks, “Should we get some rest then?”

If that’s what you want, you know he will join you with no questions asked. Maybe even finally get a good night’s sleep now that you’re back to cuddle against him while it happens. You look into his red eyes as they begin to cool down into something gentle, though no less wanting. Now acutely aware of the weight of his hands that come to rest on the swell of your ass, you smirk up at him.

Who needs sleep?

A beat of silence hangs in the room as you simply stare at one another before pouncing on Risotto with another kiss, this one more desperate and heated then the last. He emits a rumbling groan as he returns it while your hands smooth over his neck and down his chest to unbuckle the harness of his coat, excited fingers fumbling with the smooth metal while he makes quick work of your own belt and pants-fly thanks to the use of his stand.

“Show off.” You mutter against his mouth, pushing him back with force this time so you can roll off his coat. As gorgeous as he looks in it, why the fuck does it have to cling to him so much? Risotto chuckles at your struggle and steps away completely to finish pulling his arms out of the sleeves.

The journey from door to bedroom consists of you pushing and playfully wrestling each other’s clothes off between more heated kisses and groping hands. At the threshold of the room Risotto steps out of his pants in just time to dodge your next lunge for him. He laughs, genuinely laughs and you’re so enamored with his accompanying smile that you don’t notice him moving in on you until it’s too late. You’re lifted up by the waist just enough for your heels to drag and kick across the floor as he tosses you onto the mattress. The moment your back touches the bedspread Risotto wastes no time in laying himself on top of you, his hips slotting against your own.

Your fingers trace over the prominent veins in Risotto’s thick arms that are caging you in on either side of your body, up the curves of his biceps until they’re trailing along the expanse of his broad shoulders. Cup his flushed face between your palms and his red eyes, tinted with fondness, never stray from yours while you do it. Time comes to a stand still as he leans into your hands, and although the warm weight of Risotto’s body presses you down into the bed, it pales in comparison to the wave of heat swooping through you from the way his face softens at your touch.

It’s a quiet, tender moment that’s far too good not to take advantage of.

Gaining the momentum to flip someone the size of Risotto over is easy enough when he lets himself be so unguarded around you, his hat finally being thrown off in the tussle with a light ring of its bells. You’d feel bad for surprising him if not for the look of pure desire that takes over his features as you swiftly roll him over and he lightly bounces onto the bed so that you’re now on top. Big hands take their place along the curve of your hips and Risotto bites his lip as he looks up at the change in view.

“Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be?” He chuckles, giving a pinch to your side that causes you to burst into a fit of giggles.

The best way to reply that you can think of is to start grinding your crotch against the straining bulge in his boxers. It makes Risotto grunt and twitch underneath you, holding you just right so you're kept in place and he can roll his hips up into your movements. A hard flick to the rings through his nipples pulls out another satisfying groan and you can’t help but grin into the kiss you lean down to give him. What begins as a smooth slide of lips and tongue quickly becomes sloppy, hands groping and teasing until it’s too late for you to realize what tricks Risotto is up to.

Handcuffs, temporarily forgotten about yet permanently at home in your bed, quickly emerge from under the sheets and attempt to ensnare your wrists. The cold metal sends chills up your arm as it snaps into the flesh of your wrists, pulling one of them away until the other end locks itself around the bars of the bedpost.

“Cheater!” You shout, using your still free hand to playfully smack Risotto in the shoulder. Your protest is cut short by his long fingers dipping past the waistband of your underwear.

“What’s the matter,” Risotto’s voice reverberates low in your ear, right down your spine, “I thought you liked being on top?”

With an agitated grunt you tug at your bonds using all of your strength, forcing the bed post to rattle. Though it wont do anything to help, there’s still the ingrained need to make an effort to resist. Watching you struggle makes Risotto’s smirk grow wider, his fingers moving lower to spread apart the lips of your damp pussy and press firm, deliberate circles over where you need it the most. You’re able to stop yourself from squirming into the sensation but can’t hold back a groan that’s a mix of annoyance and arousal at the way Risotto’s touch makes a flush bloom across your face.

Risotto sits up a bit to latch onto one of your nipples, warm mouth playing with the tight bud before he drags his teeth across the soft skin of your breast, “Are you still going to try and res—”

There’s not much room to even the playing field, but you’re determined to make the most of it. You still have one free hand, and you use it to pull Risotto’s hair by the roots before he’s able to finish his sentence. He reacts just as you knew he would, the mix of pain and pleasure causes him to toss his head back to look up at you in bliss and a startled yet absolutely filthy moan spills past his full lips. You take the opportunity to press your mouth right on top, hold his hair tight and force your tongue inside. Twisting the longer strands around your fingers you pull some more and roll your hips just so, keep it up until Risotto begins panting into your mouth. It makes the rhythm of his hand against your clit begin to falter, both to your amusement and annoyance.

It’s a small victory when he starts to whimper for you, as pain has always been the easiest way to manipulate him into giving in to your demands. Tonight is different though, you can feel it in the way his fingers start back up against your sex. How his other hand settles on the back of your neck, a warm weight full of promise that makes goosebumps rise at the thought of what his hands are capable of, in the best of ways.

You’re at least able to press him back into the mattress as your now sopping cunt grinds down into his hand, having your nails rake a trail of red lines over his tanned skin that your mouth eagerly follows. Across the column of his neck, along pronounced collar bones, over his chest and nipples. His still clothed cock digging into your thigh is impossible to ignore now, and a hard buck of his hips reminds you of your main goal.

Getting it out from the fly of his boxers with only one hand is a struggle, but Risotto is more than willing to assist. The thick length springs free and twitches when it makes contact with the heat of your palm. He groans deep from his chest as he watches you take some of your juices to coat his cock with long, firm pumps over the Jacob’s Ladder on the underside of his shaft, toying with the Prince Albert piercing speared through the dark pink tip.

“Now who’s cheating? Ah fuck,” Risotto’s words dissolve into another moan as the muscles in his chest and abs twitch beneath you.

“Oh yeah, this,” You punctuate the words with light pinches and pull gently at his piercings, while shaking your metal clad wrist for emphasis, “is cheating. Says the guy who’s got one of my hands in ‘cuffs,” Despite the confinement your tone lacks any real bite, knowing that Risotto will free you if there is a problem, and right now you’re exactly where you want to be. 

Risotto pulls the crotch of your soaked-through underwear fully to the side for you and begins to line himself up with your entrance. His pierced cockhead just barely presses against your wet heat before you tilt your hips back to slide your cunt across his shaft. There’s a loud, dull thud as his fist pounds onto the bed hard enough to make it bounce from the denial of sinking into you, followed up with a grunt and arch of his back. You shiver and moan in return, the piercings along his length a delicious tease over your core.

God, this has been building up for so long that you’re torn between getting right to it, or savoring this just a little longer. Just tease him a few moments more, watch Risotto become undone first so you’re able to focus on storing the memory away to hold dear for when one of you inevitably has to leave for who knows how long again.

Ultimately the choice is made for you when without warning Risotto tightens his grip on your hips to the point you can barely move, and forcibly lines you back up with the tip of his pulsing cock with a startled gasp. For a split second you think he’s going to spear you on his cock completely in one thrust, but instead he presses inside at a slow, methodical pace that makes the stretch of his generous girth both more bearable and more agonizing in how the pleasure builds up with every inch you sink down on to him, the piercings pressing and rubbing your insides only furthering the sensations.

A blissful sigh is drawn out of you once Risotto finally bottoms out, his brows pulled up tight and hands trembling. Your cuffed hand wraps around the bar of the bedpost while the free one unconsciously settles atop his chest, over the rapid-fire beating of his heart. Right now in this stolen moment there’s nothing else in this world but you and Risotto and the heat radiating between your bodies as he moans your name like a prayer. If it weren’t for your stark differences in height you’d be kissing him even more senseless then he already looks right now.

“Missed you so fucking much.” Risotto groans, and without further preamble he plants his feet on the bed to start fucking up into your cunt in effortless, soaking wet glides.

Sharp gasps and whines are punched out of you with every hard upward roll of his hips. Having only one arm capable of maintaining balance so you can try to keep up with his pace doesn’t help things, but he quickly readjusts his grip on you and uses his strength to hold you tight so he can aid you in bouncing on his cock. A flush starts to spread high and bright across his features as you ride him, watch as he sucks in his plush bottom lip into his mouth to try and muffle the noises still rising from the back of his throat. Intent on seeing Risotto unravel, you don’t hold back, playing up your cries of pleasure, clenching your pussy around his cock with every roll of your hips that he helps along. You toss your head back and squeeze your breast with your free hand, knowing how much Risotto loves to watch you play with yourself.

That releases his voice again at full force, his nails biting into your hips and you can feel how wild his cock pulses inside you. Reaching your goal seems assured at this point, until Risotto suddenly surges forward with a grunt and grabs your free arm to shove behind you. The handcuffs fly off the bed post, pulling back your arm, and with the sharp click of metal they finally ensnare your free wrist to make both of your hands well and truly bound.

“Wait a minute, this is even more unfair!” Your protest quickly becomes a distant afterthought, unable to bring yourself to care about anything except the way his cock grinds and twitches inside of you. Of the newfound pressure on your clit as you grind it over his pelvis, “Fuck, Risotto, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop—”

Risotto swallows down your demands with a kiss, a forceful press of lips and tongue that turns more wet and sloppy by the second before he breaks away to bury a loud moan into the crook of your neck. A wide, scorching hot palm presses down against the small of your back to guide you down impossibly further on his cock, feeling so deep it as if it’s throbbing between your lungs with every ragged pant of breath. He uses his newfound control over your body to coax your hips into a grinding rhythm that he harshly bucks up into, covering your breasts and neck in what you know will later become a litany of red and purple marks that won’t be mistaken for anything else other than what you’re doing with him right now. You push yourself into the suckling mouth and harsh drag of Risotto’s teeth, internally vibrating at the thought of showing off the mess he’s making of you later.

“C’mon love, don’t hold out on me any longer.” Risotto mutters, the lines of his lips burning the shapes of those words against your ear, with his voice cracking from the way your cunt is throbbing around him. Fingertips slide back over your hips and trail downwards, and the soft heat that’s been pooling in your guts starts to flare and spread through your limbs as Risotto’s fingers meet with your clit again, rolling the swollen bud between his now soaking wet digits.

Mindlessly your hips chase down the pleasure of their own accord, making you arch your back hard enough to almost fall completely backwards. Risotto catches you just in time without even a pause in his ministrations, one of his solid arms sneaking under your bound limbs to wrap you in his embrace and pull you back against his sweat slick chest. It’s small, intimate moments like this that remind you of just how big Risotto is as his arm slides up your back. The length of his forearm alone feels as if it takes up the length of your spine, the warm muscles flexing hard between your tensed shoulder blades.

“Risotto, ah—!” Your body clenches around Risotto’s cock like it can’t get enough of it, even though your cunt has taken him to the hilt. You can’t tell if the full body tremors are coming from you or are Risotto’s own traveling through you. Though it doesn’t really matter, you’re so close either way, but before you can let him know it the hand on your back gently guides you to rest your foreheads together. You try to shy away from it, but the grip of that hand holds steady on the back of your neck, you’re already feeling so overwhelmed that being made to look into his eyes any longer is going to make you—

“Let go for me,” Risotto pants, the hot puffs of his breath tickling your face as his voice makes your clit throb against his fingers. His red-black eyes are a hazy mixture of longing and awe that he refuses to let you turn away from, “Let go for me, my love, and I’ll catch you.” 

Orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave, an overflow of sensations that causes your eyes to roll back and body to arch into Risotto’s touch as the waves swallow you down whole.

“That’s it, let it out.” He murmurs, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Once you’ve finally come back to reality it’s just in time to appreciate the hard gasp of your name he makes when he cums, cock twitching his release inside of you. Indistinct shapes rattle and twist over the metal holding you back before it falls apart completely to give way to freedom that you don’t hesitate to take full advantage of. Risotto is so overwhelmed by the afterglow that he willingly goes along with collapsing across the bed with you, landing together on your sides while still wrapped up in one another in a tangle of limbs. The motion causes his softening cock to slide out with a groan from the both of you, and the excessive warmth seeping from between your thighs is a testament to how just pent up he's been since you left.

For a while afterwards there’s only the sounds of your combined panting and soft sighs as you share a litany of warm touches. Ghosting kisses over sweat slick skin until you notice his cock, shining with your combined juices, still partially hanging out from the fly of his boxers and resting along space where thigh meets hip. You’re mouth waters from the sight and you’re about to shimmy down there to have your fill when you notice the way Risotto’s breathing starts to even out into the slow, deeper breaths of someone drifting off to sleep.

That just won’t do.

Hooking a leg over his hip you roll Risotto over to sit back atop him, who grunts and moans in a combination of arousal and complaint. You giggle at the way his face scrunches up for a moment before he cracks one red eye open at you as you lean down to give him another kiss. A simple peck on the lips that he tries to turn into something more, but you pull away and trail more kisses over the marks on his skin you’ve previously left behind. The noises he lets out this time are anything but from annoyance, exhaling a shaky breath at the way your tongue swirls over one of the more pronounced bruises blooming nicely at the crook of his neck. You pull back with a wet pop to move up and tease the shell of his ear before speaking.

“I’ve missed you, too.”

The twitch of his cock against your lower stomach at your words is far from subtle. Before you can tease him about it, the sound of ripping fabric fills the room and the shreds of your ruined underwear are pulled off in one quick tug. You shoot upright in shocked awe as Risotto balls it up in one hand and tosses it past your head, hearing it land somewhere not as far off with a gentle flutter of air. His face lights up in a playful grin, as if daring you to do something about what he’s just done.

Another harsh rip of cloth follows up his expression and the smile falls as he looks down to find your hands splitting the fly of his boxer briefs wide open. You grin back even more smug than he was, quickly tearing the underwear right down the middle all the way to the crack of his ass. In the silence your eyes meet, but the heavy tension lasts only for a split second before you both erupt into a fit of giggles. It feels like an age since Risotto has looked so content, and his smile paired with the sound of his laugh overwhelms you with the urge to kiss him again. Without warning you pounce on him, and he eagerly lets you land with the circle of his embrace.

The night is already beginning to wane into dawn, soon there will be meetings and more work and more begging for whatever scraps of cash the Don of Passione is willing to give you for these most recent and future kills. You push those thoughts aside, being present in the moment is more important, you tell yourself, willfully pretending not to care about what the future holds. All that truly matters right now is the way Risotto kisses you back with equal fervor between bouts of his bright laughter and soothing touches across your back.

Sleep can wait for when you’re dead.

🌹 Author's Notes:

Don't worry, I'm sure everything worked out for them in the end. :))))

[amberswords]

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 Minors DNI! 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

I was chatting in Melk's discord server (a very cool JJBA discord I'm in btw wink wink) and thanks to the guys I am riddled with butch Jotaro thoughts again good LORD.

I love thinking of going to the gym with him or even having him there as your personal trainer. Getting so distracted by watching him do weights that you cannot even pretend you were doing your routine when he turns to look at you and catches your eye. Having to ask him for help to reach the pull up bar and feeling his massive hands wrapping around your waist, or even right under your ass, and how he can effortlessly lift you and hold you there for a couple seconds as you catch yourself.

The more time you spend at the gym the more he catches onto the fact that you absolutely are not there for any sort of training reasons and you are mostly interested in ogling him, but /also/, he knows the perfect hours when the showers are almost entirely empty so what's the problem in indulging you a bit?