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kiss me | s. stilinski

description. stiles loves nothing more than to have a taste of your lips

includes. SMUT 16+, stiles is a munch, oral sex (f receiving), AFAB! anatomy, no pronouns, sweet boyfriend!stiles, takes place after s3b (like right after probably), they have a pool day!

a/n: I was singing the song as I typed this document up hence the title plus I wrote this just to get back in the flow of writing okay enjoy (deff not proofread that well I'm busy)

word count: 1.8k+

His hair is clearly dripping wet, blobs of water falling down onto his shoulders with each step that he takes. The water that falls from the rest of his body to meet the concrete is expected, you pay it no mind, and maybe you would’ve felt similarly about the droplets from his hair. But Stiles is approaching you with a mischievous grin, one that tells you he’s up to no good. It’s almost unsettling; mouth turned up at the corners in a thin smile, brown eyes widened. There’s just enough humor in the amber orbs for you to know that he’s not planning anything too evil, but you’re still on edge.

“Stiles…” you warn, legs already shrinking in on yourself, book folding closed with your thumbs in the center to keep your page. He’s just a few steps away from you now and up close you can see the tan he’s gotten from the pool day. It sits prominently along his shoulders and across his nose, the color standing out against his usual paleness.

He looks good. Especially with his trunks hanging low, clinging to every part of him, summer conditioning for lacrosse treating him well as he has muscles cut into his abdomen, along with a newer definition to his shoulders and arms. He looks good. And you could admire that more if your borderline-evil boyfriend were not standing right beside you, bending down, tilting his head towards you…

The squeal you let out is girly, high pitched, one you would see in a movie and remark about how people don’t actually sound like that in real life. Turns out: they do. Usually when water is slinging all over your previously dry body, just barely avoiding the book that you move out of the way just in time.

Stiles laughs, the sound joyous and pretty to your ears. You can’t help but echo it, letting go of your book to hit his forearm, barely any malice in the touch.

“Come on, you know I couldn’t help myself.” His smile is infectious, too. Your faux stern expression that you’d quickly painted onto your face melts into a grin, one that has Stiles leaning down to kiss you this time, a soft kiss that sticks your lips to his even as he tries to pull away. There’s a layer of chapstick added to his lips when he comes back in for a second kiss, and a third.

You let him, taking advantage of the loneliness in the Martin backyard.

Lydia went inside a half hour ago to do god knows what, while Scott and Kira went on a run to grab lunch. Which left you and Stiles alone, with a large pool, and an even larger backyard to yourselves.

If it weren’t for your lonesome, you wouldn’t let Stiles lay between your legs, head on your lower belly while his big eyes looked up at you. The position is innocent, for now at least, but you know Stiles, and you know that even the presence of his friends wouldn’t get rid of his one track mind.

His motives start coming to the forefront when his long fingers teasingly pull at the string of your bikini bottoms.

“This suit is nice. Did I tell you that already?” He did. And he knows he did.

You hum, reopening your book to your last page, focusing your attention on the sentences instead of Stiles with hopes of deterring him.

“You did. Multiple times.” Once when you asked his opinion as you were buying it, another when you tried it on for him after it came in the mail last week, another when you packed it for the day in front of him, and a final time when you came sauntering out of Lydia’s house in it, oiled up and ready to sunbathe.

Still, Stiles plays dumb, brows furrowing in the way that tells you he knows the answer to whatever question is about to slip past his lips. “Did I?”

You roll your eyes, already starting to form a snarky reply, but then his fingertips dip below the thin string of your bottoms, and his lips graze the material at the front, just a few inches above your clit.

You jump involuntarily, lowering the book from your face to glare at him once you recover. He flashes a brief, innocent smile, then his eyes lower back to their main focus. His thumb and forefinger rubs the silky material of your suit bottoms, the slightest tug loosening the bow just a little.

“If you want me to stop …” he licks his lips, glances up at you for a split second to gauge your reaction. “Then you gotta tell me now.”

He hesitates, one end of the string pinched between his fingers, and he stares at you, waiting. You take a breath, glance behind you at the backdoor which is still closed, look towards the back exit of the mansion to try and see if Scott and Kira are returning.

Your teeth trap your bottom lip between them and you roll the flesh a few times before sighing. “Scott and Kira probably won’t be back for a while, right?”

Stiles nods.

“And Lydia is … busy, yeah?”

“Pretty sure she went to meet her new boy toy and just didn’t tell us.”

A soft, gentle smile from you. “Then okay.”

Although he was the one doing the convincing, Stiles still seems shocked to hear you agree. His eyebrows shoot up, an appalled look on his features. “Okay?”

Your nod is barely complete before Stiles is peeling your bottoms off. They’re completely dry, at least in terms of treated salt water. It just makes the wet patch inside of them more noticeable. Stiles stares in awe, lips parted, borderline drool slipping out of them. He licks his lips, throws your bottoms off to the side, and then he’s level with your cunt, hands sliding under your thighs to open you up for him.

“I just want a little taste,” he’s murmuring, most likely to himself.

You nod anyway, pushing your hips towards him. “Be quick,” comes your warning.

“Mhm. Yeah.” But Stiles is already leaning in, tongue licking a wide stripe up from your hole to your clit. It makes you shiver, as the first touch always does, but his kiss into your clit is expected and welcomed, a deep sigh emptying from your chest.

His kitten licks to your clit are appreciated, providing the stimulation needed if he were teasing you, but when the return of your friends is random, and they could come back at any moment, you need more if you’re going to get off quick.

Your hand reaches down, tangling in Stiles’ dark locks, nails scratching at his scalp. He hums, just when his lips are wrapped around your clit, and the vibration is heavenly, akin to the ones you get from the toy under your bedside table. But like always, having the pleasure come from your living, breathing, insanely hot boyfriend is unsurpassable.

You tug gently on the wet strands, pushing aside the intrusive thoughts centering on how unpleasant the feeling of wet hair is when Stiles moans this time. You know how much he loves going down on you, and you know how he likes to have his hair pulled just enough, so his tendency to get lost in the feeling and the act is expected. Doesn’t mean it’s wanted.

You tell him you want more, the simple word almost a growl from your lips. He’s quick to obey, adjusting his grip on your legs so he can practically dive in.

His tongue makes quick work of sucking up your juices, and adding to the slip with his saliva. Stiles licks and sucks and flicks his tongue in ways that you can barely even comprehend, his skillset coming from nothing other than determined practice where he’s made you cum again, and again, and again, just so you can tell him what he can do to improve.

The sessions were tortuous at times, a little humorous when approached from outside of the bedroom, but you’re thankful that you did them in moments like this.

Because it barely takes anytime before you can see the start of an orgasm just over the horizon. You’re climbing up the hill, Stiles pushing you further and further as he probes your entrance with his tongue, a warning for his middle finger that quickly follows. The ring finger is added in a succession that makes you gasp, the stretch just enough to provide the right amount of stimulation.

His long, deft digits replace his mouth, giving him time to peel back and speak to you.

“That’s right. Right there, yeah?” His fingertips curl at your favorite spot, brushing the sensitive area before attacking it head on. You nod, eyes squeezing shut, cutting off your view of the clear sky. “Uh-uh, none of that.” The demand in his tone makes your lower stomach swirl, a feeling that tells you to go another round, even when the first one has yet to end.

“Look at me.” His voice reaches a depth that you’re used to hearing, usually towards the end of the night when you both need each other in ways that only the steamiest sex can satisfy. He’s commanding you, easily as you do as told, eyes opening and head swiveling down to bring your gaze to your boyfriend.

His hair has started to dry, the strands a little awkward as they dry in an untidy pattern, but it looks good on him. Dark hair hanging over his forehead, almost reaching darker eyebrows as he’s due for a cut. His cheeks flushed from the sun, the lightest freckles dotting them. He’s pretty everywhere, gorgeous even, but your focus zero in on his lips.

They’re pink, and coated in glistening essence. It makes you groan, saliva released by your glands like you’re fucking Pavlov’s dog or something. Stiles notices where your attention has gone, a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Wanna kiss me? Hm?” He’s so attentive to what you want, always. It’s both a blessing and a curse, embarrassment entering your body, but quickly replaced with gratitude since you didn’t have to voice the want yourself, surely leading to your words being disjointed and broken up.

Your nod suffices as an affirmation, and you start to reach down to meet him halfway. But Stiles doesn’t move. Instead, his fingers stuff deeper into you, clearly on a mission as his thumb of the other hand comes to your clit, rubbing tight circles that are driven by a motivation to send you over the edge. To have you reach the horizon.

“Then cum for me.”

And of course, you do as told.

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heard-nsfw-is-back · 1 year

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Pervy little Edgin x Xenk.

Every time Edgin moves or sighs or anything it's like a shout to Xenk. Everything is so loud all the time and he works over time to not be overwhelmed. Forests are nice. The wildlife not overly noisy. The cities are the worst. Especially bars and restaurants. The clanking and sloshing and laughter and yelling. It's so much all the time.

After they rescue the city and things calm down a little, Edgin and Holga invite him to eat a meal. Partly because they're curious about his nature, mostly because that's what "friends do." Xenk can't help but smile. Friends. He's never had those. "Alright my friends, we shall dine together." They look at each other and shrug. Was that not right? Did he miss a cue somewhere? Was there a double meaning to their request? A 'musical and chill' kind of meaning?

Trying(and failing) not to over think, he follows them through Edgin's hometown to a small tavern and before they sit, ale and food are left at their table. Holga dives in to the potato and turkey leg, Edgin munches on to his turkey leg but drank more than anything. Xenk sat awkwardly, he had no real need to eat and the sound of everyone else chewing was enough to sway any appetite.

"What's wrong, food not good enough?" Edgin pointed at Xenk's plate. Holga stopped eating and looked over. "Maybe he doesn't know how?" She argued. Xenk smiled and shook his head. "I know how it's just." "Too noisy." The other two finished. "I knew it was a bad idea." Edgin stood and Holga picked up their plates. "Come on let's go home. It's quiet." She urged and Xenk gratefully stood and followed them out.

Kira opened the door for them. "Hi dad! Hi Holga!" She looked at the paladin. "Xenk right? Welcome. I only have three chairs." Xenk walked in. "I'll stand." "No you won't!" She retorted at the same time Edgin and Holga did. "You're a guest you have to be comfortable." She finished, trying to soothe the wildly confused expression on his face. "Come on man just. Sit down. I'll use the window." Edgin pointed at the table.

Kira and Holga grabbed the two end chairs and Xenk lowered himself on to the chair facing the window. A perfect view of Edgin leaning back and balancing his drink and the last bites of his food. Holga passed some sandwiches that she grabbed from a table next to them when they were leaving to Kira and soon they were all eating in blissful near silence.

Or it was until Xenk made the mistake of looking up at Edgin licking up some sauce that had trailed down his hand. Then his senses narrowed down to the bard. Every movement of cloth, the sound of his tongue tracing skin. The smell of drink and food and Edgin's perfumed clothes. The waning light reflecting in his hair and neck. Very near perfection, if he just kept his mouth shut.

Edgin sucked on his thumbnail, trying to get some grease that had gotten stuck and Xenk changed his mind. Keep that mouth open. He begged anyone that would listen. Edgin had cleaned his hands and walked over to a basin to wash properly. Xenk's attention nearly helplessly followed. He would have to buy him better trousers. Something better than the dusty brown he wore. Something that would curve his body right. Everyone would see what a glorious painting he made.

No. Wait. Not everyone. Just Xenk. A curl of possession snaked it's way through his chest. 'Enough.' He thought viciously. He was so prone to dark thoughts and he stood up. He had to leave, hide in the woods and meditate. War with his mind to get it back under control. Desiring his new friend was not Right.

The family looked up at him and he just bowed. "I thank you friends for your hospitality. I need to go. Immediately." Holga snorted and waved him off. "Sure ok." Kira stood to walk him to the door. Edgin just looked confused and lost. Maybe a little hurt if Xenk was prone to thoughts of fancy. "Everything ok?" He asked drying his hands on some cloth. Xenk lowered his head. "Yes. Goodnight." He snapped his head back up and walked out. Kira closed the door behind him.

Hours of walking and waring with his mind did little to help. The Desire was still there, but the need to claim what was his was dutifully being ripped out. Edgin is a father, possessing every moment of his life was impractical. Edgin was a name now. He was no doubt going to be asked to save the world again. If he didn't volunteer himself, Xenk chuckled. Edgin and Holga were good friends so he would have to share. And when he really thought about what it would mean to have a healthy relationship the last bits of dark thoughts drifted away.

He had found peace again until he heard footsteps running in his direction. 60...no 70 feet away. Xenk turned to what was chasing him and relaxed when he just heard Edgin cursing his name. "How damn far did he get?" Edgin complained and Xenk felt a lightness in his chest. He stood and waited until the bard saw him. "There you are gods how fast can you walk?!" Xenk leaned against a tree until Edgin got closer.

"What was that? Running off like that? We're friends, you have to learn how to talk about your feelings." Edgin grumbled and placed his hands on his hips. "Oh yes we're in the position to lecture each other about effective communication." Xenk agreed, if a little teasing. Edgin had the gall to look affronted before pursuing his lips and begrudgingly agreed. "So what happened? Heard a damsel in distress, the fifth town over calling for a sheep stuck in a tree?" "My hearing is not that good." Xenk explained. "No I know I... you know what no, not doing this."

The paladin waited. The bard waited. "So I.." "I feel I must.." They started at the same time. Xenk gestured. "My apologies please go on." "Are we rushing you? Did we pressure you in any way? Made you feel awkward?" Edgin looked around. "We've only known each other a few weeks but we. I mean, me. I move too fast maybe." Xenk waited until he could speak. "You showed me exemplary hospitality. You knew I was over taken by my senses and brought me to your home. For my comfort. You didn't need to."

"Well I mean yeah? That's what friends do." Edgin shrugged and looked back at Xenk. "Friends." Xenk repeated, the word that meant so much a day ago, now bitter and small in his mouth. Edgin inched a little closer. "Isn't that what we are?" He asked. Xenk got distracted by the sudden rush in Edgin's heartbeat. "Your heart is racing." He whispered, leaning a little down to hear it as clear as he could. "Well I'm a little out of touch with this." Edgin swayed side to side, nervous.

"Oh? With what?" "Flirting man come on don't make me say it when I know you can hear it." Xenk looked up and stared in to his eyes. He stood tall and slowly backed the bard in to the nearest tree. "Is that what you're doing? Flirting?" "What? I mean yes. Isn't that how you do it?" Xenk lifted his arms and caged Edgin in. "No if I was flirting you would be breathless and aching at this point." Edgin rolled his eyes. "You really have to go above and beyond huh?"

Xenk smiled and leaned in until he was an inch away from Edgin's mouth. "But it's true. And right now you're breathless, your heart's racing and." He paused before standing flush against the bard. "You're aching."

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zabimarushoney67 · 1 year

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Heyy! I love your work and I wanted to request izuru kira from bleach hurt/comfort 💦❌️ cause it's a drought with the emo boy kira community.

Hey doll! :) I’m sorry this took so long I hope you’re still here but yes absolutely you got it! We love emo baby boy Kira around these parts 💖 I turned on my emo playlist just to set the mood for this 😭 Kira is a Mayday Parade fan all the way you can’t change my mind.

🌸Melancholy Boy🌸

NSFW!💦MDI!⚠️ANGST!❌

-Summary: After the betrayal of Aizen, with Gin and Tosen in tow life has been very stressful for the rest of us in the Gotei 13. Izuru, your boyfriend of 3 years has recently taken charge of his division. With so much more responsibility falling on his shoulders his attention towards you, and your relationship has been thrown to the side, treated like an option. At first you understood but it’s been 1 month since the attack and he can barely look in your direction, let alone hold an open conversation with you. It’s left you feeling empty and alone, not knowing how to talk to him about it, is making it difficult for a resolution to come about. Will your relationship come back together or fall to the wayside? How can it be fixed?

Word count: A LOT sorry not sorry this request got the better of me emo boys are my weakness 😭

-Warnings: Mentions of mental health/symptoms of MH (depression, anxiety), deep emotions, acknowledgment, healthy relationships, strong language, and dirty writing. Penetration!vaginal s3x. Praise k!nk, Overstimulation. Master!Sir!Daddy! k!nk. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ NSFW.

-Authors notes: woo! this was a doozy, I didn’t mean for this to be so long but I’m happy it turned out the way it did, I purposely didn’t write much about body shape (weight, height, eye/skin color etc. leaving just (c) for color for those things just for readers so y’all could insert your own body.) we’re here for smut after all 🤷🏽‍♀️ let me know if you liked this or not, reposts and likes go a long way 💖 I hope you enjoyed it otherwise! Thank you for the requests in advance :)

🌸The clouded morning sun, peaks through the sheer white curtains of your bedroom window, illuminating the dark room a pale grey. Outside, it rains softly, the drops gently pattering on the rooftop and falling down the glass window pane. It's been heavy and gloomy around the Seireitei the last few weeks following the attack of Aizen, and his group of traitors. No one saw it coming, we were taken by complete surprise and since then it seems that the clouds have yet to disperse. Y/N yawns and stretches along her side of the bed and with her left hand, feeling around the opposite side of the soft top sheet, only to find a cold empty spot next to her. “What time is it?..” she says quietly to herself as she rolls over to the alarm clock on Izuru's side, 10:39 AM the digital clock reads. “He must’ve left pretty early this morning.” she mentions sadly.

After waking and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, y/n wandered into her usual morning routine of brushing her hair, and teeth, as she decided to put on more clothing than just one of Izurus T-shirts and her black flower lace panties, choosing to just throw on her grey, comfy cotton shorts under the shirt, and some cute fuzzy pink socks as she headed downstairs into the kitchen to find something to munch on. “What to do with so much time off, when normally you're so busy?..” she questions as she ruffles through the cupboards for a granola bar and a bowl of cereal. With everything that’s happened in The Soul Society, it felt almost selfish that she requested time off for her well-being. The familiar sound of her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter catching her attention, the phone screen lighting up to a sweet picture of you and Izuru. A simpler time, it seems now. Izuru’s arm hooked around your neck, both of you smiling big underneath one of your favorite sakura trees in all of the Seireitei. It’s been your background for months and it still manages to make you smile, every time your phone lights up.

Two unread messages from: Babe❤️ read the brightly lit screen. ‘Hm Izuru.. usually he’s too busy to message me during his shifts. I hope everything is ok.’ y/n ponders as she swipes open her phone to read the two messages.

11:09 AM

🌸 “When you wake up, could you throw my laundry in the dryer for me?”

11:11 AM

🌸 “I'll be home early tonight, can you have the house clean, and dinner ready.”

‘Who does he think he's talking to??… first of all I’m on vacation? Or so I thought. Secondly, not even a good morning? A “hey how are you? Sorry, I left you home alone all last night and all morning.”... Not even a please or a thank you?..’ y/n scoffs taking a deep breath already feeling the frustration mounting, because this has been a usual thing for Kira lately. ‘He asks me to do chores around the house and asks me to run errands for him all the time, yet never does it for me, let alone thanks me for the things that I do..’ her brain couldn’t stop thinking now. It hasn’t exactly been stress and tension free between you and Izuru the last few weeks, with his added stress of taking on the duties of both Lieutenant and Captain of Squad 3 and trying to keep his squad under control, you understood why he would be grumpier than usual, tense, and tired and you've been trying to put in extra effort to keep your relationship above water. But it seems as time goes on, Izuru is falling behind you. He hasn't been the same, since Gin left. He treats you differently now, It's becoming tiring trying to figure him out. ‘What am I going to do..’ y/n sighs deeply, the weight on her shoulders returning heavier than before. She bothers not to text him back and places her phone face down on the counter. With her face in her hands, the morning has now shifted down a dark road y/n had tried desperately to stay out of, ‘I’m exhausted too Izuru.. It would be nice if you could also see that I'm struggling... Hurting. Just as much as you are.’ She shakes her head, and runs her delicate fingers through her soft (c) hair.

The Soul Society, your relationship, your home everything seems to be so out of balance now. You can’t help but feel anger and resentment towards those back stabbing cowards. Life was good before all of this easy, and routinely. Your relationship with Izuru was in such a good place, you had so many plans, you were happy. Because of this betrayal everything is changing, The Seireitei has become a much more serious place now, with everyone on edge.

With a full belly, fresh coffee brewed and made exactly how Y/N likes it, it was best for her to take the rest of the morning to relax and find something to entertain herself. ‘Chores’ needed to wait. It seems that’s all she does now, even when she’s on duty patrolling with her own squad someone is always sending y/n to do the most tedious stuff, or even when she’s on a mission in the world of the living, so many things to do… and never enough time to do it all it seems. Taking her warm coffee mug, and her phone into the cozy living space you and Izuru set up together. She curls up on the couch with her favorite blanket and a few couch pillows and sipped her morning coffee while she flipped through shows and streaming services, before finally settling on lighting some incense, turning on and listening to her favorite playlist, and reading a book instead. With the rain still falling gently outside the soft droplets making a ‘tap, tap tap, tap’ on the living room windows, hours had gone by, y/n fully losing and immersing herself in her dark, fictional world through the crisp pages, while the haunting lyrics of Don’t You Dare Forget the Sun danced around the fragrant, dimly lit room.

4:45 PM

Y/Ns phone buzzes once more. Another message from Izuru. “What does he want now?..” she remarks quietly and quickly snaps out of her book and back into reality as she sees her phone light up with one unopened message from: Babe❤️ on the screen.

🌸 “ Hey, I’m gonna be home at 5 tonight. I hope you’ve had a good day today.”

Taken by complete surprise that Izuru finally, and actually acknowledged her this time around, y/n unlocks her phone and replies:

🌸 “okay, see you then.”

🌸 “I Love you.”

Y/N places her phone back down on the couch, not responding further and gets up to lightly pick up and organize the house, and throws Izuru’s clothes into the dryer for him. Opting out of making dinner, and calling for take out instead. She climbs back into her spot stretched out on the couch and throws on a show to kill off the last minutes of Izuru’s disappearance. You’ve missed him all day, you admit to yourself. Wishing and hoping that he’s in a good enough mood to spend some time together tonight. Sighing and hugging a pillow you sink into your couch and drown out anymore of those pestering thoughts with a ridiculous anime on the living room TV.

5:15 PM

The front doorknob wiggles and clanks with the sound of Izuru’s house keys working the lock to get into the house. Y/N sits up from her nest on the couch and looks to the door as Izuru comes in, back facing you, sighing softly as he sets his zanpakto next to yours, and his other gear next to the front door. He sheds his shihakusho right there leaving him shirtless, his hakama loosely held in place by his belt. “Hey..” you say softly “how was your day..?” Izuru comes around the couch and plops down heavily on the cushion next to you, he smelled of fresh rain, fire smoke, sweat, and a hint of his usual warm vanilla musk cologne, such a interesting and heady combination that fills your nostrils, you can’t help but breathe in deeply a few times savoring his scent.

While rubbing the back of his neck and stretching out his legs, his feet in front of him, “It was alright…” he responded dryly, not saying much else about it, he relaxes into the couch with his head laying on the back cushion, eyes closed. “Is dinner ready? I’m starving.” He remarks to you. “I ordered take out, cooking just sounded like to much work tonight.. it should be here soon.” Izuru looks at you with hooded and tired blue eyes, the bags underneath them visible even in the dim living room light. Izuru places his warm rough hand on your thigh and gives it a loving squeeze, you can feel how thick his callouses have become as his hand laid upon your soft skin, thumb stroking comforting lines back and forth, Izuru lays his head back onto the couch cushion and breathes quietly and steadily. The weather outside, was growing more intense as the night progressed. Dark clouds swirled over the house, as a storm was approaching for the night.

The silence was deafening, all that you could hear was the soft noise from the TV, Izuru’s breathing, and your loud thumping heartbeat in your ears. It has never been this hard for you and Izuru to relate to each other, the tension y/n felt in the room was suffocating and almost unbearable, after all he was your best friend, and it was so hard to see him so beaten down, quiet, and distant. Your eyes gazed, studying Izuru’s form. He’s gotten a lot stronger, leaner, his abs even in a relaxed state we’re chiseled and defined, rising slowly with each inhale and exhale. His collarbones were peaking out shyly under his neck, his forearms have grown in size, the veins bulging out at his wrist and up to his elbow. The harsh training was paying off, despite him coming home exhausted and drained every night… ‘mmmph… wow, he looks so fucking yummy. Maybe he’ll want to…’ you think impulsively, reactively almost, sending shockwaves down your spine into the depths of your belly, giving you goosebumps down your neck. It has been awhile since you’ve got to feel.. all of Izuru. Biting your lower lip as your eyes wandered lower to his soft light blonde happy trail from his belly button to his belt, you gently place your hand over his and give it a gentle squeeze, shooing away those shivers, and incredible memories of sex with Izuru away from your brain.

5:40 PM

There was a ring of the doorbell and a gentle knock at the front door, signifying that take out had finally arrived. “I’ll get it..” Izuru says as he releases your hand and gets up from his seat, gently patting your head as he heads to the front door. He pays for the food and tips the delivery driver and takes the food to the coffee table before heading to the kitchen for plates, silverware, and two cold beers for you and him.

You guys ate in silence together, focusing on eating rather than socializing and watching TV. Once finished Izuru takes your plates, and empty beer bottles to the kitchen. Y/N cleans up whatever leftovers there were, and brings them to the fridge to put them away. In the kitchen, you see Izuru washing the 3 day dish pile up in the sink, feeling kind of bad that you had all day to do them but didn’t. Usually you guys tackled all the chores together, and the house was always spotless. Over the last few weeks, the mess slowly started to accumulate as your schedules got busier and you and Izuru spent less and less time at home. Y/N slinks up behind Izuru and wraps her arms around his waist and kisses his skin softly over and over, laying her warm cheek on his strong back. “Thank you for doing the dishes.” Y/N says appreciatively, “It’s my home too, I’m almost finished here.” He says placing the last few dishes in the dish rack to dry “I’m gonna jump in the shower.” Izuru says coldly as he drys his hands and walks out of the kitchen, not saying anything else leaving y/n standing there alone under the iridescent light. ‘..Oh, I’m sorry for bothering you’ y/ns mind sinks in the mud, as she walks to the couch heart feeling heavier than ever, after the exchange.

6:49PM

Standing in front of the steam covered mirror, towel wrapped neatly around his hips, Izuru leans over the sink, wet hair dripping on the counter and into the sink as he takes a deep breath of the humid air and breathes out slowly. ‘I have yet another busy and early day tomorrow..‘ Izuru’s mind has been so clogged, with all the events over the last few weeks he can barely think straight most of the time. Burned out and detached was all he could really feel as he tried searching his mind for a semblance of calm. Izuru sighs deeply and closes his eyes as memories of Gin, and that day replay in his mind like it happened yesterday, making his head ache. He wipes away the steam from the mirror and finishes his nightly ritual with haste. Leaving the upstairs bathroom, steam rolling out behind him as he walks to your shared bedroom, not bothering to close the door behind him to dress. He hears a faint sniffling coming from the living room that he soon drowns out, believing it’s just the show on the TV playing. He dries off and throws on black boxer briefs and green plaid pajama pants and walks downstairs to the living room, squeezing out the water in his hair with his towel on the way.

6:55 PM

Upon arrival, he notices the TV is off and y/n is sitting on the couch wiping her eyes and nose with his shirt, shuddering breaths as she tries to self soothe. “Hey, whats the matter?” Izuru says worriedly and approaches y/n from behind placing his towel over the back of the couch and crouching down in front of her. “… nothing.” Y/N says, biting her tongue and choosing to be silent in order not to put any more problems on Izuru’s shoulders. “Well that’s a lie. Your eyes are red and puffy and you’re sniffling. I’m not stupid you know?…” “C’mon, you can tell me.” Izuru coos as he cups y/n face gently and strokes her cheeks with his thumbs. Y/N whimpers softly as tears well up in her big (c) eyes and spill over, rolling down her cheeks once more, the dam in her heart breaking down completely as she sobbed hard into Izuru’s hands. “I m-miss y-yo-you. S-s-so much..” she choked out in between sobs and sniffles. “You’re always gone now and I’m always alone, you didn’t come home till late last night and you were gone this morning and I’m always doin stuff with never enough time, a-a-and, and, and..” she rambled on, not evening knowing what to say through all the pain she felt in her throat and chest. “Woah.. hey, y/n.. it’s alright don’t cry.” Izuru said in attempts to calm you down, wiping your tears away and brushing your hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. “Use your words, it’s okay y/n.” He reassures you in a gentle tone.

Taking a deep but broken breath, y/n closes her eyes and takes his hands off her face. “.. things just have not been the same babe, I feel like I’m the only one who wants this relationship anymore… I do everything I can and… I still feel less than, like I don’t matter.” Y/N says quietly, avoiding his gaze. Thunder outside booms, as the rain started to fall heavy this time. The wind blew hard against the house making it creak in rebellion. “Today.. or everyday really, feels like so much. I just don’t know how to keep going anymore.. I want you home again. I just want things to go back to normal.” Y/N says sadly, looking down. Izuru looking very concerned as he takes a seat close to you and wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest. “Oh babe…” “I’m sorry..” Izuru responds, sounding defeated “I’m sorry y/n, really I am. I’ve been so lost in myself and my duties I didn’t even see… or begin to realize how badly you were suffering through all this.” He acknowledges and squeezes you hard, making you cry some more into his chest. Izuru lays his head on top of yours and rubs your arms, as he felt you cry into him. Breathing in his clean manly scent slowly but surely calmed you down, the sobs turning into sniffles and eventually silence as you relaxed deeply into Izuru’s chest, hearing his heart beat steadily.

After sitting like this awhile, the rain continuing to fall outside. Y/N breaks free from his arms, “We’re gonna be okay? Right?” Y/N whispers, looking directly into Izuru’s deep blue eyes “We’re gonna be okay baby, don’t worry about a thing. I love you so much, more then you realize, I’m sorry I haven’t been expressing that to you like you deserve lately.” “I’ll do better, I promise you.” Izuru leans in and kisses you hard, lips locking in place as he places his hand on your neck deepening the kiss, a soft moan escapes your mouth that is easily dissolved by Izuru and the sudden passion that was taking over the energy between the two of you. Suddenly the room started to feel hot, your body temperature rising as those earlier thoughts of Izuru’s strong hands caressing your body, and his body weight pushing his hard cock into your tight slippery hole flood back into your mind, instinctively your hands cup his face as you let your tongue slip into Izuru’s mouth, accepting you willingly he groans as your tongues play together, twisting around each other, saliva mixing as wet kissing noises started to fill the quiet living room.

Izuru’s hands glide down from your neck to your waist as he pulls you on to his lap so you’re straddling his thighs, pushing you into his groin as you feel his cock stir awake underneath your butt. Y/N leans onto his chest, her breast perching on his muscled chest and kisses Izuru deeply, biting at his lower lip and tugging it gently before releasing it and looking at Izuru’s red blushed face “I love you Izuru, so much.” She says before grabbing his face and pulling him back into a sloppy make out session. Grinding her hips against Izuru’s thighs, encouraging his dick to get harder in his boxers to make a tent big enough to grind her throbbing wet slit against. Y/N moans into Izuru’s mouth as she feels his cock twitch hard against her core. “I’ve missed you.. I miss this..” y/n says breathlessly “Miss what?” Izuru says before grabbing y/n wrists with his hands and pushes her into the couch cushions laying over top of her, keeping her wrists in place, pinning her hips against his uncomfortably hard cock. Y/N whimpers underneath him, biting her lip and looking up at Izuru’s smoldering expression, “I can’t hear you kitten.” Izuru says in a serious tone, all aspects of playfulness disappearing. “I.. I miss sirs big cock inside..” she says shyly, “inside where?” Izuru demands, grinding his hips against your aching core grunting as the fabric between you and him gives zero to no relief to his throbbing cock but enough friction that he keeps grinding his hips, heavy precum dripping from his head making his boxers a mess. He’s missed you just as much as you him, he’s come to realize as pleasure rips through his body thinking about sinking his fingers inside your dripping wet core. “Inside.. my greedy pussy sir.” Y/N says innocently as she tries to hide her face in her arm, embarrassed and blushed pink.

Izuru grabs your chin with his free hand and turns your face towards his, forcing you to look up at him. He places his thumb over your soft lips pushing gently wanting you to take it in your mouth. Y/N parts her lips and takes his thumb in her warm wet mouth and sucks softly, causing Izuru to groan his knees almost buckling at the sight “you’re so goddamn sexy, baby.” he says biting his lip as he looks down at how cute you look going into your sub space for him so quickly. ‘God look at you.. your eyes are still red and puffy… but they’re sparkling so preciously at me.. her soft pink lips swollen from our intense kisses. Fuck she’s so gorgeous, how can I be so stupid?… this woman is gonna be the death of me, and I’m okay with that.’ Izuru notes in his brain, as he releases your wrists, pulls his thumb out of your mouth and moves his hands to the hem of your (his) shirt, undressing you quickly exposing your breasts and nipples to the cold living room air. Your nipples perk up immediately as the cold air wraps around your upper body, Izuru then fumbles around with the cute little bow you tied in your shorts strings to remove your shorts, his eyes eating you up and drinking you in like you were his salvation, his rapture. His eyes gazed down your body, mesmerized completely until he saw your panties. “Isn’t this the pair I got for you on our first anniversary?” He questioned raising his eyebrow at you as he lightly traced the little flowers with his fingers and over your dripping cunt. Putting pressure over your clit through the fabric, as he waited for you to answer. Y/N yelps cutely as his expert fingers gently toy with her pussy through the fabric, her hands resting on her tummy “yes sir… they’re my favorite pair.” She replies and smiles up at Izuru. “You’ve always looked so cute in them.” He mentions sweetly, and he beams back at you. “I’m trying to get inside them though..” he says darkly, smile vanishing as he pulls them down the length of your thighs, over your calves with no remorse.

Completely naked now, and feeling a little exposed y/n giggles as she watches Izuru fumble out of his own clothing, piling them on the floor with everything else. His hard cock finally free and out in the open, ‘when was the last time I’ve seen him completely naked?..hmm he really is a god amongst men. I’m so fucking lucky.’ y/n thinks distractedly, eating Izuru alive with her eyes. Looking him up and down in all his glory, his strong body now fully exposed to her, blushing deeply as her eyes can’t stop glancing at his perfect cock. Slightly curved upwards, deep pink head with pre coating his slit, naturally ribbed with veins running down his shaft and up his V line. ‘Trimmed too?.. fuck. So you thought about it too then huh?’ Y/n noted as she looked up his body, eyes resting on his perfect ass and muscular back.

Finished undressing, Izuru climbs back onto the cramped couch with you, ringing his arms around your thighs pulling you harshly down so his face was level with your pussy. The sudden movement makes y/n gasp in surprise, rocking her back into the present moment from her dreamy headspace. “I wanna show you just how much I love you tonight.. I’ve missed you so much baby.” He coos softly up at you. The scene you were presented with… Izuru’s beautiful face looking up at you from between your soft plush thighs was tantalizing enough, you bite your lip and thread your hands and fingers through his hair pushing it out and away from his face, so he could get to work. Without breaking eye contact, Izuru unwraps one arm and uses his fingers to spread your wet folds apart, the other arm flexing and jerking your leg open to keep it in place. He breathes you in deeply and kisses both your inner thighs repeatedly, then each lip, before he takes your whole slit into his mouth sucking and licking every last bit of your pussy. His tongue digging into your hole as he begins to eat you out. Izuru sucks and gently tugs on your clit with his lips, your juices dripping down his mouth and onto the couch, ‘god she tastes so heavenly…’ Izuru moans appreciatively at your flavor. Sweet, with a little tanginess bringing him forward into complete bliss, Izuru closes his eyes and savors every last drop of you, sucking and licking you up like a melting popsicle. Y/N moans out loud and pushes Izuru’s face deeper into her core grinding her hips against his face and fervent mouth. “Unnnghh.. that’s so fucking good daddy don’t st-st-stop.” Y/N says unashamedly as she tugs at his soft blonde hair hard causing Izuru to groan against her swollen lips, the vibrations being sent directly to her belly and hips as she felt that familiar warm sensation creeping up her legs. “You’re gonna make me fucking c-cum, fuck!” Y/N moans wildly and throws her head back as her orgasm grows closer to snapping at any moment, with the continued movements of Izuru’s swirling wet tongue.

Taking the fingers he was using to spread your labia, he slides the two fingers inside your dripping pussy, while he moves them at a steady pace and puts the exact right amount of pressure on your spongey gspot, with that he could feel the exact moment your orgasm ripped through your whole body. “Oh my GOD!! IZURUUUU YES!” Y/N screams and cums so hard she squirts all over Izuru’s mouth and chest, desperately trying to escape his arms to no avail. The couch now completely soaked in y/n’s juices, with his fingers still inside he continues to play with your spot pushing up and towards him faster and faster while he speeds up the movement of his tongue, flicking over your sensitive and throbbing clit. Overstimulating y/n was one of Izuru’s favorite pastimes, the way she squirms and begs for him to stop his assault on her clit, turns him on so much he unknowingly started to grind his cock into the couch for even just a little relief. Izuru looks up at you with your pussy still in his mouth and finger fucks you until your 2nd orgasm starts to slowly rewind in your belly. Y/N releases Izuru’s hair after cumming and lays back panting hard, legs shaking and body still involuntarily jerking because of Izuru still toying and playing with your slit. “Baby pleaseeee..” y/n begs longingly “I need you inside me now, sir.” “Getting demanding now are we babe?” Izuru quirks playfully, releasing you from his hold because he too was getting eager now, he admitted to himself.

After finishing his (2nd) meal, Izuru sits up on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back his hand. His cock is red and swollen now from the lack of stimulation. Trying to sit up to return the favor y/n is suddenly pushed back into position against the couch by Izuru, he places himself in between your legs, his big hands ride up the back of your thighs as he pushes your knees up to your shoulders putting you in a fetal like position. Izuru grabs the base of his hard cock and pushes his head into your throughly eaten hole, but just the head. “You just lay down and look real pretty while I drill this tight little pussy just the way you like it babe..” he says cooly. Inch by Inch he slowly sinks himself into your depths, impossible to hold his moans back, and feeling how wet you are for him “f-ffuuuuckkk baby… you’re so sweet and tight for me.” Izuru’s shutters, his face softening as he praises you and bottoms out, his full balls resting on your ass. Y/N gasps at the sheer girth of him, Izuru’s cock fits so perfectly inside of you like it was made just for you, each rib of his cock filling and rubbing your walls so good. Izuru stretches your legs out so they’re resting on his shoulders, he leans forward so your pinned underneath his body. His cock going impossibly deeper into you, causing breathy moans to break from your lips. “Ohhh.. Izuru baby, you feel so goooood..” y/n says feeling all of him inside her now, “I haven’t even started yet love.” He chuckles and smiles down at you, before he pulls out and slams back into your pussy, hard. Y/N yelps out, loudly this time and covers her mouth with her hand, eyebrows furrowing at the sudden movement. “Don’t do that..” Izuru huffs as he removes your hand from your mouth, “let me here you scream for daddy.” He says as he really starts to move, his cock ramming into you over and over, relentlessly. Izuru throws his head back and groans loudly as he finds a comfortable rhythm to fuck you too. “God your pussy is so fucking perfect… I miss feeling all of you baby..” he says to you in a forced but hushed tone, trying hard not to cum so soon. “I want to be in you forever.” Izuru claims and pushes your legs to his waist so he can get as close to you as he can, his face instinctively going to the crook of your neck breathing you in. His left hand coming up to cup your soft boob, rubbing and playing with your sensitive nipple while he moved his hips at a slower pace, in hopes this would help him last. His orgasm approaching quicker than he’d like.

The storm was still raging on outside, thunder rolling and lightning flashing through the small slit in the living room curtains. The rain weltering against the windows hard. The scary weather outside was not gonna stop either of you from your current festivities. Y/N wraps her legs around Izuru’s hips as he fills her up, his balls slapping noisily against her butt. So much passion filled the space around and between you and him, no thoughts were processed and no words were spoken just gasps and moans filled the room. He felt so good inside of you. With his warm, heavy body laying against yours. His long slender fingers toying with your sensitive nipple and his breath ragged against your ear, moaning at the feeling of your slick, and creamy pussy sucking him in hungrily. Izuru’s head had begun to spin, as his balls tightened up signaling he was about to cum. Y/Ns soft hands roamed Izuru’s strong back feeling his muscles rippling underneath her palms before settling on his chiseled shoulders. “I don’t.. don’t think I’m gonna last.. much longer. Gonna fucking c-cum.” Izuru pants against you. His cock started to twitch inside, pushing up against your sensitive spot causing y/n to cry out loudly, tears pricking the edge of her eyes. Hearing him speak such things to you tonight was sending you completely over the edge, but that.. what he just said that was the last puzzle piece you needed that sent you straight into your next orgasm. Y/N cry’s loudly as her 2nd orgasm takes over her body like a freight train. Cumming harder the second time than the first, gushing even more all over Izuru’s cock and body. The squeezing and pulsing around his cock did Izuru in, his face contorting with pure bliss, he moans loudly before pulling out and shooting his warm load all of your stomach and breasts, grunting with each shot and thrusting his cock in his fist as he held on through his orgasm, the strong waves rolling through his entire body, leaving him shuttering and shaking. Completely spent now, his cock going soft as he sat there panting and sweaty. Izuru looks down at you, a complete mess covered in your mixed fluids, fucked dumb, panting, and shiny with sweat just like him. He smiles at you with blushed cheeks “you looks so beautiful baby..” he states as he climbs from the now bodily fluid soaked couch giving you room to sit up and recompose yourself. “Let me go and run us a shower babe, wait here.” He says before disappearing upstairs to restart the shower he had already taken.

10:45 PM

Before getting a chance to come downstairs to get you, y/n appears at the bathroom doorway reaching for the hand towel to clean herself up quickly before stepping into the shower with Izuru. Izuru turns away from the shower and sees y/n wiping herself down, stepping towards her and wrapping his arms around her and kissing her shoulders, upper back, and neck, giving her a tight squeeze from behind. “I love you so much y/n. Please never forget that, I’m always gonna be yours.” Izuru says against her chilled skin kissing between each word. “Cmon let’s get you cleaned up.” He says before taking a hand in yours and leading you to the now warm shower. Rinsing you down and washing your body gently, kissing your soft, clean skin, and face repeatedly. After the shower y/n brushes her teeth and hair and dresses in a loose fitted shirt, cotton pink panties yawning her way into the warm bed next to Izuru, who lazily wraps the comforter and his long arms around you and pulls you into his chest. “I’ll bring you the sun, moon, and stars someday my love. Goodnight, beautiful…” he promises sleepily before dozing off soundly. Y/N curled up against his chest, warm, and exhausted hearing his words resonate soundly in her skull ‘sun, moon, and stars huh.. I really am so lucky to have you, Izuru Kira, my melancholy boy. I’m glad to have you back.’ Y/N smiles as she thinks to herself, nuzzling closer to Izuru before dozing off into a deep sleep tangled up in the arms and legs of her lover boy. With the storm outside coming to an end, the residual drops from the rooftop gently tapping against the glass window pane, the night sky clearing and the moonlight shining bright through the curtains, over the gently sleeping forms, of both y/n and Izuru..

End..🌸💕

🌸BLEACH REQUESTS ARE OPEN🌸

— Thanks for reading! I had so much fun writing this 💕I hope this is similar to what you wanted. lmk if not, I’ll take all the constructive criticism I can get to help me get better at writing 🥺

#izuru kira #bleach smut #bleach fanfiction #bleach x reader #anime smut #angst with a happy ending #relationship goals #kira x reader #izuru x reader #it's a doozy #long fanfic #dramatic #bleach anime #sharethelove #weebshit #anime weeb #smut fanfiction #angst prompt #female reader

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selfindulgentsillinessbracket · 1 year

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Self Indulgent Silly Bracket

Group 3 - Round 4

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magicofsimplestories · 1 year

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27. Meeting the Munches

While Dean was at work, Kira and Jay payed the Munch household a friendly visit.

Wolf&Darling’s twins Chester and Myeline appeared to be white-haired angels. Their dad was completely the opposite: he came to the nursery “to deal” with the poor Teddy.

Evil daddy Munch, pure evil 😅

{Back} {Next}

[The Winchesters Family Tree]

[Read the Prequel: Supernatural 2.0]

#sims 4 #sims 4 supernatural #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 pictures #sims 4 screenshots

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dia-loves-cupcakes · 2 years

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Ai wo Bon Appétit - Lyrics + Translation

Please do not repost/retranslate without credit.

Kanji:

Bonjour ルンルンお菓子でも恋でも

甘さだけじゃ何かほら足りません

ショコラ、エクレア、マカロン、ミルフィーユ

どれもぜんぶ

人生みたく苦味10%

隠し味たっぷりでOK?

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

夢が叶っちゃうメロディ

Paku, Paku, Pakurin'

いつも二人で元気をあーんしましょう

カフェとクリームみたくお似合い

一緒に「愛をボナペティ♪」

Bonsoir ルンルン星たちもトッピング

Chuも添えてデコレイション完成です

泣きたい日でも辛い時でも

ずっと側で

最後にくる幸せタイム

僕のだっこがデザートです

Mer, Mer, Merci

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

召ませ感謝のハッピープレート

言葉は No, no, non,

そのスマイルがすべての答えです

アイスとミントみたく爽やか

一緒に「愛をボナペティ♪ 」

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

キスしてギュっとして大好き

Kira, Kira, Kirarin'

LOVE クッキング完成二人のスイーツ

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

夢が叶っちゃうハーモニー

Mogu, Mogu, Mogurin'

いつも二人で元気をあーんしましょう

パフェとフルーツみたくお似合い

一緒に「愛をボナペティ♪」

もう一回「愛をボナペティ♪」

Rōmaji:

Bonjūru runrun okashi demo koi demo

Ama-sa dake ja nanika hora tarimasen

Shokora, ekurea, makaron, mirufīyu

Dore mo zenbu

Jinsei mitaku nigami 10-pā

Kakushiaji tappuri de OK?

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

Yume ga kanatchau merodi

Paku, Paku, Pakurin'

Itsumo futari de genki o a~n shimashou

Kafe to kurīmu mitaku oniai

Issho ni 「ai o bonapeti ♪」

Bonsoir runrun hoshi-tachi mo toppingu

Chu mo soete dekoreishon kansei desu

Nakitai hi demo tsurai toki demo

Zutto soba de

Saigo ni kuru shiawase taimu

Boku no dakko ga dezāto desu

Mer, Mer, Merci

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

Meshimase kansha no happīpurēto

Kotoba wa No, no, non,

Sono sumairu ga subete no kotaedesu

Aisu to minto mitaku sawayaka

Issho ni 「ai o bonapeti ♪」

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

Kisushite gyu tto shite daisuki

Kira, Kira, Kirarin'

LOVE kukkingu kansei futari no suītsu

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

Yume ga kanachau hāmonī

Mogu, Mogu, Mogurin'

Itsumo futari de genki o a ̄ n shimashou

Pafe to furūtsu mitaku oniai

Issho ni 「ai o bonapeti ♪」

Mōikkai 「ai o bonapeti ♪」

Translation:

Bonjour runrun Whether it's in sweets or love,

Sweetness alone is not enough

Chocolates, éclairs, macarons, mille-feuille

Any and all of them

Have 10% bitterness, as does life

Is it ok to add a few secret ingredients?

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

A melody that makes dreams come true

Munch, munch, munching

Let's always delight ourselves with

A love that’s a perfect match just like cafe and cream

Together: “Bon Appétit for love♪”

Bonsoir runrun With both the stars

And a kiss as toppings, the decoration is complete

Even on days when you want to cry or when times are hard,

I’ll always be by your side

At the end happiness will come

My hugs are the dessert!

Mer, Mer, Merci

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

Let’s have a happy plate of gratitude

Words are No, no, non,

Your smile is the only answer I need

Refreshing like ice cream and mint

Together: “Bon Appétit for love♪”

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

I love kissing you and cuddling you

Kira, Kira, Kirarin'

With LOVE we’ve cooked sweets for two

C'est la, C'est la, C'est la vie

Je t'ai, Je t'ai, Je t'aime

A harmony that makes dreams come true

Munch, munch, munching

Let's always delight ourselves with

A love that’s a perfect match just like parfait and fruits

Together: “Bon Appétit for love♪”

One more time: “Bon Appétit for love♪”

#utapri #lyrics #translation #english #natsuki shinomiya #solo #music #taniyama kishou

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friedchickenlover01 · 2 years

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Light Yagami meets… DOKJA KIM?!?! (Oh no how will this go…)

L, you poor fool…

I chuckle lightly to myself as I lean back in my chair, hair gathering around my neck while I stare at the ceiling. Clasping my hands loosely together, I grin, a sordid smile plastered upon my lips.

“Hyuk hyuk… well, now this is going to get boring, now that you’ve killed my only source of enjoyment, Light!”

I turn towards Ryuk, munching contentedly on his apple in the corner of my room. He glances up at me, and I ignore the all too familiar amused yet sinister expression reflected in his uncanny maniac smirk. Yes. That’s right. I’d done the impossible. I’d killed the vexatious bastard. And I’d done it by my hand. Or rather, Rem’s… but that’s not important.

Ignoring the provocative glint in his inhuman eyes, I turn back to my desk. Swiftly, I return to scrawling the names of the criminals being broadcasted live on the telly. Kunihiko Katsuta, pronounced dead from a heart attack. Yoshio Yoda; heart attack. Yoko Urakami… Fumiko Toba… dead, dead, dead…

I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead - my other hand writing criminal, after criminal, after criminal in the notebook from another world.

A visceral laugh begins to form, an almost guttural feeling, bubbling until I can’t help but let it take its course in the room. My grand, ideal world is finally being realised. And I, Light Yagami, am the God of this profound creation!-

The bellowing roar of glass shattering engulfs the air around me, and my laugh ceases instantaneously. Flinching, my eyes widen of their own accord as I locate the source - a horrendous, almost vomit-inducing figure crouching in the other corner of my room, clutching his side. Blood pours out in buckets, it seems, from his torso, as he glances up towards my wall. His eyes seem to penetrate the wall itself, as if he’s staring into a whole other world.

He apparently is.

“AHAHAHA! TAKE THAT, CONSTELLATIONS!” The curiously gag-worthy man curses, throwing his other hand in a gesture that could only be a middle finger - yet it seems his intellect could only manage a measly upwards-thrust hand. I observe his jet black hair, white lab-coat of sorts, his fiercely defiant expression… oh, and the source of my disgust… his hideously average face. I gag internally for good measure.

After a pause or two, the man finally notices my glare and rights himself. “I’m Dokja. Dokja Kim. And you are…?”

…This little…

“Light Yagami. Care to explain yourself?” I ask with a smile, examining my room for any hint of what just happened. It looks spotless, as always. Aside from the absurd amount of blood pooling underneath ‘Dokja’.

“I-” The man keels over, hacking out another gallon or so. Another pause. I stare at him. After a little while, he musters up the strength to wave his hands in front of his face. Another pause. He gazes blankly for some moments, then shakes his head and addresses me once again. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m Dokja Kim… your saviour? Hm? Ring a be-”

“You said your name was Dokja Kim?” “Uh, yes, but-”

“Ryuk, just write his name down for me…” I turn back to my notebook. Ryuk casts me a look of barely contained laughter as he takes another pen and advances towards me. “Eh?! Hey, wait! … Light, I sincerely request your aid in the matters concerning MY STOMACH WOUND… uh… write my name down…?”

“I don’t know who you are, but would you like to know why I said that?”

“…Yes?”

“It’s ‘cause I’m Kira,”

“Huh?! … Who’s Kira?”

And two seconds later, the disgusting abomination named Dokja Kim fell to the floor. Then we all lived happily ever after, rid of his extraordinarily ordinary face.

(Author’s note: If you couldn’t already tell I hate Dokja so just ignore how sloppily and rushed I made the ending ‘cause I just want him dead)

#submission #friedchickenlover01 #duck…#nandoslover028 #godduckcult #anime #fanfic #death note #light yagami #yagamilight #webtoon #kim dokja #dokja #cross over

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christylong · 2 years

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Light Yagami vs Dokja Kim

(I wrote this for my friend’s blog but… yk I figured why not post it on my own… so here, my first and last post)

WARNING: Intense bias against Dokja

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L, you poor fool…

I chuckle lightly to myself as I lean back in my chair, hair gathering around my neck while I stare at the ceiling. Clasping my hands loosely together, I grin, a sordid smile plastered upon my lips.

“Hyuk hyuk… well, now this is going to get boring, now that you’ve killed my only source of enjoyment, Light!”

I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead - my other hand writing criminal, after criminal, after criminal in the notebook from another world.

He apparently is.

After a pause or two, the man finally notices my glare and rights himself. “I’m Dokja. Dokja Kim. And you are…?”

…This little…

“You said your name was Dokja Kim?”

“Uh, yes, but-”

“Ryuk, just write his name down for me…” I turn back to my notebook. Ryuk casts me a look of barely contained laughter as he takes another pen and advances towards me.

“Eh?! Hey, wait! … Light, I sincerely request your aid in the matters concerning MY STOMACH WOUND… uh… write my name down…?”

“I don’t know who you are, but would you like to know why I said that?”

“…Yes?”

“It’s ‘cause I’m Kira,”

“Huh?! … Who’s Kira?”

And two seconds later, the disgusting abomination named Dokja Kim fell to the floor. Then we all lived happily ever after, rid of his extraordinarily ordinary face.

(Ignore the rushed ending, I just hate Dokja so much)

#kim dokja #light yagami #oneshot #fanfic #imaginary scenarios #first person pov

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dopaminestarvedsim · 5 months

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taking that whole "when two become one" thing a little too literally. 😅

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bunnymajo · 2 years

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Top 5 manga/comic sound effects?

#1) Boaaa...t (Dragon Ball)

2) Kira-Kira

3) Mogu-Mogu/Munch-Munch

4) Splat (or any other squishy sound effects)

5) KeroKeroKeroKeroKeroKeroKeroTamaTamaTamaTamaGiroGiroGiroGiroKuruKuruKuruKuruDoroDoroDoroDoro

#taoofshigeru

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konoototomareinfo · 10 months

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KONO OTO TOMARE 125

Halaman 1 Uzuki: Um, ini. Uzuki: Biaya transportasi dan makanan. Isaki: Hah? Saya tidak akan menerima uang dari seorang anak kecil. Singkirkan itu dari wajahku.

Judul Bab: Lagu Chibana Karena… Aku adalah… anak kecil… Isaki: Anda adalah orang yang naif, bagaimana pun cara Anda mengirisnya. Uzuki: Sialan… Teks samping: Anak yang masih belum mengenal cinta…

sarkas sekali isaki :)

Halaman 2 Isaki: Pada momen seperti ini, ucapan "Terima kasih atas makanannya" sudah lebih dari cukup. Uzuki: … Terima kasih untuk makanannya… Isaki: Sangat bagus. Isaki: Kalau begitu, sampai jumpa di sini jam 9 pagi besok. Tetsuki: Batuk-Batuk Tetsuki: Wh---- Uzuki: …

tetsuki punya soib baru di mobil ntr :)

Halaman 3 Isaki: Jangan coba-coba melarikan diri. Uzuki: Dia tidak mau menerimanya… Uzuki [pikiran]: Sama seperti Chika. Bibi Chika. Isaki [memori]: Kamu adalah orang yang naif.

Halaman 4 Uzuki: Munch munch Isaki: Coba Anda lihat, Anda sudah makan semuanya. Isaki: Atta boy.

Halaman 5 Uzuki [pikiran]: Sudah lama sekali saya tidak makan. Uzuki [pikiran]: Itu… memiliki rasa Uzuki [pemikiran]: --- Restoran keluarga Uzuki: Anda tidak harus menjadi keluarga untuk masuk… Uzuki [pikiran]: Bahkan sesuatu seperti itu Uzuki [pikiran]: ak-

Halaman 6 Isaki: "Kamu sudah keterlaluan". Kamu berpikir seperti itu, bukankah begitu, Takaoka-kun? Tetsuki: Sejujurnya, saya bukan orang yang seperti itu, jadi saya percaya bahwa membiarkannya sendiri tidak masalah. Isaki: Ahaha, saya kira begitu. Tetsuki: --tapi Tetsuki: Orang-orang dewasa di sekeliling saya memberi saya lingkungan yang sangat diberkati untuk tumbuh dewasa.

Halaman 7 Tetsuki: Itu diberikan untuk menerima cinta dari orang tua saya. Tetsuki: Dimarahi dan dinasehati. Tetsuki: Bagian belakang yang menjadi contoh, selalu berada di depan saya. Tetsuki: Tangan yang mendukung saya dan mengajari saya untuk percaya pada diri sendiri. Tetsuki: Saya tahu bahwa saya memiliki begitu banyak pilihan. Tetsuki: Saya menjadi seperti sekarang ini karena dukungan tersebut.

Halaman 8 Tetsuki: Tanpa fondasi itu Tetsuki: Saya yakin, cukup sulit untuk memanjat dari bawah sendirian. Tetsuki: Jadi, fakta bahwa Anda menawarkan bantuan kepadanya adalah--- Isaki: Eeeeeeeeeh, itu sangat dewasa… Isaki: Takaoka-kun, apakah Anda benar-benar seorang mahasiswa? Tetsuki: Huh… Isaki: Saya sangat menyesal, tetapi sebenarnya tidak sedalam itu. Isaki: Saya hanya ingin melihat wajah kekalahan Uzuki di samping saya. Tetsuki: Eh?

Halaman 9 Isaki: Tidak, saya hanya setengah bercanda Tetsuki [pikiran]: Berarti setengah dari itu benar… Isaki: Dalam hal musik, musik tidak menjangkau semua orang secara merata. Isaki: Ketika aku melihat Uzuki hari ini Isaki: Hal ini membuat saya berpikir Isaki: "Ah, seandainya anak ini, dalam kondisi seperti sekarang ini, mendengarkan penampilan Chika dan penampilan lainnya…"

Halaman 10 Isaki: "Dia mungkin saja tenggelam dalam keputusasaan" Isaki: Bukan itu yang diinginkan Chika, bukan? Isaki: Ah, saya tidak mengatakan bahwa saya tidak percaya pada kinerja mereka, oke!? Aku percaya pada mereka tapi-- Tetsuki: Saya mengerti, silakan lihat ke depan. Isaki: Sepertinya tidak akan membuat perbedaan besar jika dia mendengarkan dengan orang lain. Isaki: Dia mungkin baik-baik saja mendengarkan sendiri, tetapi

Halaman 11 Isaki: Saya hanya tidak ingin Chika menyesal telah meneleponnya. Isaki: Singkatnya, ini adalah ego saya yang berbicara. Tetsuki: Saya mengerti. Isaki: "Saya mengerti"? Isaki: Takaoka-kun, bukankah kamu sudah mulai merasa nyaman denganku? Tetsuki: Hahaha Isaki: Aku akan membawa Anda untuk naik sekarang Tetsuki: Saya sangat menyesal. Isaki: Oh, ini sudah jam 4 sore. Isaki: Kami makan siang pada tengah hari, bukan? Tetsuki: Itu benar… Isaki: Kalau begitu, Chika dan yang lainnya pasti…

Halaman 12 Isaki: Hampir mengakhiri hari pertama.

Halaman 13 Tanda tangan: Prefektur Osaka. Sekolah Menengah Atas Perempuan Chibana. Lagu: "Higurashi" (Jangkrik Sore) yang ditulis oleh Nakanoshima Kinnichi.

Halaman 14 Atsumu [pikiran]: Ini adalah gaya Yamada… Saya tidak bisa tidak merasakan semacam kekeluargaan. Atsumu [pikiran]: Nama "Higurashi" (Jangkrik) sungguh membangkitkan musim panas---…

Halaman 15

Satowa [pikiran]: terasa hujan turun…

Halaman 16 Takezou [Pikiran]: Wah, suaranya sangat bagus. Takezou [pikiran]: Ada kepahitan dan kedalaman di dalamnya. Takezou [pikiran]: Ini menyelaraskan… Natsu [pikiran]: Ck itu bagus.

Halaman 17 Akira: Sepertinya Chibana selalu berpartisipasi dengan lagu "Utamono (Lyrical)". Mittsu: Liris! Sane: Apakah itu seperti pertunjukan "Perversion of Water" yang Anda mainkan, Akira-sensei? Akira: Anda bahkan ingat nama lagunya. Sane : Itu karena itu adalah penampilan yang mengubah segalanya bagi kami dengan mendengar nada pertama.

Halaman 18 Akira: Terima kasih banyak! Natsu: Kalau lirik, apakah itu berarti ada bagian di mana mereka bernyanyi mengikuti beberapa lirik? Akira: Saya tidak akan menyebut mereka seperti itu… Akira: Lagu ini menantang untuk dinyanyikan karena vokalisasi dan aransemen syairnya yang unik. Akira: Dalam penampilannya, satu nada dalam lagu memiliki banyak elemen yang dikemas dalam satu huruf. Akira: Dan di atas semua itu, Anda harus melakukannya sambil bermain… Sane : Kami tidak akan pernah bisa…

Halaman 19 Chika: Tapi jika mereka selalu mendapat peringkat tinggi, itu artinya…

Halaman 20 Tanpa teks Halaman 21 Tanpa teks Halaman 22 Tanpa teks Halaman 23 Tanpa teks Halaman 24 Tanpa teks Halaman 25 Tanpa teks

Halaman 26 Akira [pikiran]: Saya belum pernah mendengar nyanyian yang begitu ekspresif… Tsukaji [pemikiran]: Seperti yang diharapkan dari "Liris" mereka. Sekolah yang selalu mempertahankan posisinya di puncak. Tsukaji [pemikiran]: Seakan-akan telah diwariskan secara hati-hati dari generasi ke generasi Tsukaji [pikiran]: Ketebalan dan kedalaman suara serta warna-warni suara yang dipadukan dengannya---.

Halaman 27 Tsukaji: Suara Chibana yang unik dan tak tertandingi.

Halaman 28 Sfx: [Suara jangkrik]

Halaman 29 Sfx: Woaah Sfx: Bertepuk tangan bertepuk tangan Sfx: Waaaaah!

Halaman 30 Atsumu [sfx]: Tetes tetes Natsu: Wah, apa itu? Atsumu: Hal ini mengingatkan saya pada kakek saya. Natsu: Yah, itu adalah penampilan yang bagus, sayang sekali. Ya!! Aku sangat menyukainya!! Hiro: Nyanyiannya luar biasa, bukan? Takezou: Benarkan? Itu benar-benar mengejutkan-- Waras: Ini buruk… Mittsu: Saya bisa mendengar suara jangkrik bernyanyi. Kota: Aku tuli nada jadi aku sangat terkesan---

Halaman 31 Chika [pikiran]: Koto, lagu, dan suaranya… Itu adalah lagu yang sangat dihargai oleh mereka semua… Chika [pikiran]: Untuk orang-orang yang telah mengumpulkan suara-suara ini. Saya ingin tahu apakah saya telah membuat orang-orang ini merasa tidak enak tanpa sepengetahuan saya. Chika [pikiran]: Saya pikir saya tidak peduli dengan apa yang orang lain pikirkan tentang saya, tapi… Chika [pikiran]: ….Ahh--….

Halaman 32 Chika [pikiran]: Sial… Takezou: … Hei, Kudo-kun. Suara ini benar-benar membuat segalanya terlihat jelas. Chika: Eh? Takezou: Esensi sejati orang-orang itu. Satowa: ! Chika: Ya…

Halaman 33 Takezou: Saya sangat menantikan mereka untuk mendengarkan penampilan kami Chika:-----

Halaman 34 Chika: Ya! Satowa: Kudo, saya akan memberikan ini. Chika: Eh? Satowa: Permen yang membuat Anda bersemangat.

Halaman 35 Chika: Ini adalah favorit saya! Bagaimana bisa kamu memilikinya!? Satowa: ke- kebetulann? Hiro [pikiran]: Satowa-chan…

Narasi: Pada hari pertama Divisi Musik Koto di Festival Musik Jepang, 32 sekolah telah menyelesaikan penampilan mereka.

Teks samping: Bahkan, pikiran yang tidak disuarakan pun akan tersampaikan.

---Kono Oto Tomare! akan berlanjut di edisi berikutnya ----

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