#King kong x reader

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Sorrow / All Titans x reader / (Headcanons)

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Your sad mood greatly affects the Titans. Let's see what they will do in such situations

Sorry for the English

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Godzilla

* I think he will cheer you up in every way. Starting from a gentle poke of the muzzle in the back and ending with swimming on the ocean in order to somehow develop your head, clouded from despondency.

* If you do ask to be alone while he is trying to calm you down, he will do it. Of course, the Titan will not take its eyes off you.

* In another situation, when you

want to share your problem, then Godzilla will listen to you carefully.

Although he doesn't really understand human problems and how big they are for you, he will still try to give you the best advice.

* Or you can make it simpler. Take a nap with him in the colosseum. In the event that helicopters infiltrate the lair, its tail will push them out of the way if a warning growl does not help.

Mothra/Mosura

* With this Moth, we can already consider that all problems are solved. It understands the magnitude of your burden, soothing you with a soft chirp that caresses your mind.

* Go to her for advice, as if to a psychologist. But you don't need any money or anything else for this.

Just give her a happy smile.

* Mothra, the whole personification of her own Mother. Do you want a hug?  A kiss on the back of the head? Anything, sunshine.

The main thing is your joy at the moment.

Because it hurts her to watch your sad face, from which bitter tears are almost dripping.

* But if you need solitude and just to reflect on yourself, she will give it. Just don't draw harsh conclusions.

In any case, stay with her and share everything that disturbs your soul.

Rodan

* I don't think that you can somehow come to despondency with him. Joke after joke and all despairs are forgotten in an instant.

* You automatically develop laughter at the sight of him. Even if he does something normal for both of you, you still giggle quietly.

Rodan is too charismatic, that's all.

* But if you're really desperate, which even Rodan can't remove. There is already an emergency here. Titan panics and just doesn't know where to go. Since he is not too good at advice and in the end you have to calm him down, not you.

Which makes you really laugh.

* This Kaiju is not stupid enough to raise his problems above yours. He will remember the moments and words you said during his bad mood. How they supported and praised.

But there are great difficulties with the council.

* Rodan still wants to help you, despite his flaws, which he hides behind a wall of humor.

King Ghidorah

* First of all, who? And secondly, who to destroy? Such questions haunt you when these Three notice your depressed mood.

Ni intends to kill those offenders in the same way as Ichi, who can't see your sad face. These two do not seem to understand at all what to do, except for bloody murders.

If only Kevin purrs your side in his own way, trying to cheer you up.

* When they find out your reason for being sad, they are a little confused. Especially because there is no such person who has morally ruined you. It's just your problem that ruined your mood.

* But. These three are ready to listen to you at any time. And it doesn't matter if it's a big problem or a stupid one. Just cheer up with the cold breeze around Ichi's neck and fly to create storms over cities, spilling out emotions.

The rest will pass.

* Although they are cruel, they have interesting ways to send joy.

King Kong

* He knows how to support. Of course, he also does not understand half of it, but he gets away with saying something nice about you.

If it weren't for Jia...

Which also once, no, still supports him in certain situations.

* Kong can also pat you on the head, although it is more like ruffling your hair in different directions, from which you have to spit out.

But this is not bad, it lifts the mood.

* If you need to be alone, then good. He understands this and knows what it is like to want to be alone for a while. Just be careful.

* Kong is also good at advice to some extent. The main thing here is for you to understand what this Titan is trying to convey to you.

Shimo

* This girl already understands everything and accepts all your heavy burden. Your sad mood greatly disturbs this Titan, she just can't help but turn

* But sometimes you are ashamed to talk about your problems, given the situation in which your companion found herself. Moreover, she was able to survive it and walks around with a fresh memory about it.

* Her eyes are too charming... Especially the muzzle, which leans to the side in an interesting way. You just can't keep sharing your problems when you have such a miracle in front of you. All thoughts just float behind your back.

* Shimo gently nudges you to the side as a sign of support. Convincing that all problems will pass over time, the main thing is not to go down and not to lose self-control.

* If everything is really bad for you, then she will allocate a whole day and night for you. Share, complain. Whatever you want.

She will listen to you attentively, purring.

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Just a gal and her Stone Monkey

this image pose template from here

HC since SWK cane change his size, the same applies for his Azure Dome form. So he can be as big as a mountain, or the size of a big yaoguai, or normal sized (whatever normal sized is for the Stone Monkey)

Much later on:

Slight NSFW under the cut

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Hi! i really love your writing about wukong and reader and i always waiting what's new from you 😄

can i request?,

am i the only one who put interest to the broken sage shell?

can you write about reader who in the past she was wukong's most beloved person, and she join Bajie (who also know the reader very close) to accompany destine one till the final fight with wukong's stone monkey. however the stone monkey or in broken sage shell mode, even as broken shell he still can sense her presence, and miss the reader so much even for just a touch, when he knock down the destine one so badly, he take his time to walk closer to the reader who watching the scene from a small boat behind transparant wall 🥺

Thank you!

Sorry for my english 🙈

As the story said, the Lady Bone demon was a mere spectacle, a monster that wanted nothing but to devour the Tang Monk. The story said that she was merely a cause of the first exile of Sun Wukong and that she had done nothing special per se.

But no one ever said the other side of the story. That the demon once was a servant for the Celestial Court, then the bride of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and only then became the monster that she was.

When the Destined One First Met you, what he saw was a mysterious ally to his quest, a Yaoguai that could manipulate ICE and had some strange abilities. What he didn't know was that you were an old acquaintance of old Bajie...and maybe something more.

When he saw you hug each other like friends that haven't seen each other for decades, he knew that he could trust you.

"Ah! Pesky Witch! Were you hiding yourself for so long?!" The old pig laughed, giving you some strong pats on your back.

"Hiding from that snout of your, old pig!"

Bajie explained then everything—or at least what Wukong wanted him to know. He did understand the surprise in the Destined One's eyes, knowing that the Great Sage did in fact have a wife that turned into a demon for grief. Well, it was a lot, but he was used to learning more about the old king that he was supposed to.

"I didn't know...no one knows...why?" 

Your gentile gaze was veiled by a sadness, old like the legend itself.

"Oh young one, if I knew the reason for it, I would have certainly found piece by piece."

And so, you helped him. 

Maybe it was that gloom that still unted your eyes when you were talking about your deceased husband; maybe it was Hope or just some silly fantasy of yours, but you did trust the destined one. You wanted to trust him and the idea that your beloved husband could be back together once more.

So you helped him, you followed him, and you assisted him, just like Bajie. Both of you became the nearest thing to a parent that the young monkey ever had, and this thing never bothered you.

And so, when the relics were reunited, you Hope still stood, only to be crushed by the painful truth.

Sun Wukong was long gone. Your husband was gone.

You didn't cry; maybe you knew that it was just a silly hope, or maybe you had already consumed all of your tears in the last centuries.

Or so you thought, because rivers of tears were falling when that stone creature, only a shell of what once was Sun Wukong, was slowly approaching the wall in his mind.

Even as a fragment, he was strong; he was able to outstrip your young protege in one strike.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM! MY LOVE, DON'T DO THAT TO THE BOY!"

He stopped, and the staff stopped on his finale strike. Those burning flames that he had as eyes searched for the origin of the voice, and they met you.

A long past memory, regrets, hope, and love.

While the younger monkey was getting back on his feet, the shell slowly approached the wall where you were watching the fight, refusing to move forward there. Despite the heaviness of this aura, you didn't flinched. How could you? He was never a threat for you, and Brother was now.

He was there, only the thing Wall of his Mind separated the both of you, just like the thing line of life and death. Like Always...

His hand reached the wall, now resting where your own was. You could swear that you could sense that warmth that it was always meant just for you—the warmth of the sun and the kind fire of the house that you wanted to share with him.

Your cry stopped, realizing the most agonizing reality that your poor heart could feel: despite the time, the distance, and death itself, he had never forgotten you. As a mall portion of you was still alive in that shell.

Even now, he was trying to console your cry and tell you that it hurt him more than anything seeing you like that.

He loved you. After all that time, he still loved you.

You wanted to hold his hand; even though it was made of stone, you wished to hold him once again. Instead, your tears fell on the boat, Bajie watching this heartbreaking scene, uncapable to say anything that could help.

"I wished nothing more than to hold you again in my arms, my love." You said between hiccups and sighs. Your forehead touched the wall; he mimicked that action, trying everything to just feel you.

"But before me... I want your own happiness... it's just like you always said, I'm too nice."

The destined one was once again on his feet, the weapon of your husband in his hand. He approached the scene, his hurt grieving for you now.

"I love you...more than everything. Be free, my love."

And while two lovers shared an untouchable kiss, the final strike settled the fight.

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EPISODE 7 — BOUNTY HUNTER & FIREFIGHTER ! — featuring shiu kong (3.9k words) & toji fushiguro (4.7k words) content warnings: all of this is implied as roleplay, bounty hunter toji (reader has a bounty on her head), firefighter shiu (reader is a civilian), cnc & dubcon, fingering, clothed sex, dumbification, begging, bondage, accidental stimulation, abduction as seduction, breath play, marking, dirty talk, mindbreak, heavy corruption kink, bimbofication, dacryphilia [aroused by crying], oral (m. receiving), cock slaps u in the face lol, gaslighting + guilt-tripping [??] + manipulation, dom! toji, sadistic dom! shiu, creep/perv! shiu — kinktober masterlist ♰ general masterlist

SHIU's boots hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, the cigarette hanging lazily from his lips as he takes another slow drag, the smoke curling into the cool evening air. it’s been a long shift at the station, and he’s finally off duty, unwinding with a walk through the quiet back alleys of the neighborhood he knows like the back of his hand. ironic that a firefighter’s go-to stress relief is something that could start a fire, but hey, everyone’s got their vices.

his gaze drifts upward, eyes catching on the odd sight in one of the buildings above — a pretty little thing stuck half out of a third-floor window, struggling to get free. his eyebrows raise in mild curiosity, but he doesn’t rush. there’s no real danger here, not yet, and he takes another puff of his cigarette as he watches you fumble, clearly distressed but not in any immediate peril.

still, something about the situation tugs at him. maybe it’s the way your body twists in frustration, the subtle way your hips move as you try to wiggle out of the jam you’ve gotten yourself into. or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s a firefighter, and it’s his job to “save” people like you. whatever the case, shiu decides he’s got time to play the hero.

he flicks the ash from his cig before tucking it between his lips again, making his way over to the building. when he reaches the base, he calls up to you, voice low and rough with a hint of amusement.

“need a hand, sweetheart?”

you freeze, your head snapping down to look at him, wide-eyed and flushed, clearly embarrassed at being caught in such a predicament. “uh, y-yeah… i — can’t get out.”

shiu takes his time, eyes lingering on the way your body is pressed against the window frame, your hips caught in just the right way to highlight the curve of your ass. he takes one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away, slowly moving toward the fire escape.

“lucky for you,” he drawls, climbing the rickety ladder with ease, his muscles flexing under his jacket as he makes his way up, “i’m off duty, but i think i can make an exception.”

it doesn’t take long for him to reach your window, and as he steps onto the narrow ledge, he gives you a once-over. up close, you’re even more irresistible, your skin flushed from exertion and embarrassment, your breath coming in short, nervous gasps. shiu smirks, his hand reaching out to grab your hip firmly, pulling you toward him in a way that’s far more intimate than necessary.

“there we go,” he mutters, his grip tightening as he helps ease you out of the tight spot you’re stuck in. “just stay still, i’ll get you outta here.”

his hand moves to your waist, strong and unyielding, and you feel the press of his fingers digging into your skin as he guides you out of the window. you try to ignore the fact that his hand lingers a little too long, his grip a little too possessive, but it’s hard to miss the heat of his body pressed so close to yours.

as he maneuvers you out, you catch a whiff of his cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes, and the soft ash falls onto your shoulders, dusting your bare skin as he works. “oops,” shiu chuckles, flicking another bit of ash off your back. “sorry about that, babe. part of the job, i guess.”

you swallow hard, trying to keep your thoughts straight as he finally pulls you free from the window, but the sensation of his hand gripping your hips, and the fact that you’re practically in his arms now, makes it difficult to focus on anything but him.

“you’re all set,” he says, though he doesn’t let go just yet. his hand slides down your hip, fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh, and you feel the heat of his touch burn through you. he’s still got that smirk on his face, like he’s enjoying this just a little too much.

then you notice the firm press of something else against your leg — the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.

your breath catches, and shiu’s eyes flicker down to where you’ve realized just how much he’s enjoying the situation. his smirk widens, and he leans in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear as he murmurs, “don’t worry about that. it’s just… part of the job too.”

his hand tightens on your hip, pulling you flush against him for a moment, and the hard length of him presses insistently against your thigh. his eyes lock onto yours, dark with a hunger that’s hard to ignore.

“so… you good?” his voice is low, gravelly, full of heat. “or maybe you’re still stuck, hmm?”

shiu bites back a groan, the smirk faltering for a moment as you blink up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. he can practically see the gears turning in your head, your gaze flicking from his face to the bulge pressing against your thigh. your cheeks are flushed, and there’s a panicked sort of concern that flashes across your expression.

“oh my god,” you breathe, stepping back slightly, hands flying to your mouth in a gesture of pure shock. “i-i didn’t mean to hurt you! i didn’t think...”

shiu stares at you, trying to process what you’re saying. hurt him? hurt him? you didn’t hurt him in the slightest — in fact, if anything, you’ve got him so riled up he can barely think straight, his cock straining painfully against his pants as he watches your sweet, innocent little face crumble into guilt. the way your lip trembles and the first tear wells up in the corner of your eye is almost too much for him to handle.

“h-hurt me?” shiu chokes out, struggling to keep the amusement out of his voice. he runs a hand through his hair, trying to stay composed even as you look like you’re about to fall apart at the seams. “nah, sweetheart, you didn’t —”

“no, no!” you cut him off, and to his absolute disbelief, you take his hand and pull him inside your apartment, practically dragging him through the door. “you’re hurt! your… your thing — i must’ve bumped it, and now it looks all swollen! oh god, i’m so sorry! please — come in, sit down, let me help you!”

shiu’s eyes widen in disbelief as you pull him into your cozy little living room, your panic ramping up with every step. it’s almost comical, the way you’re fussing over him, but there’s something about your innocent concern, your big, fat tears streaming down your cheeks as you rush around trying to help him, that makes his cock twitch even harder. he groans inwardly, feeling his self-control slipping away.

you’re completely misunderstanding the situation, and instead of clearing it up, shiu can’t help but lean into it. there’s a darker part of him that enjoys watching you spiral into guilt and worry, knowing damn well that you’re so far off base it’s ridiculous. it’s kind of cute, really — how naïve you are.

“hey, hey, calm down,” he mutters, his voice dropping lower as he watches the tears fall from your eyes. “you didn’t hurt me, sweetheart. you don’t need to cry.”

“but i did!” you practically wail, your hands flying to your face as the tears come faster now. “i was so careless, and now you’re in pain because of me! i’m so, so sorry!”

shiu groans softly, his patience wearing thin as the sight of you crying — actually crying — because you think you hurt him makes something dark and primal stir inside him. the urge to corrupt that innocence, to push you just a little further, is growing too strong to ignore. he steps forward, reaching out to gently cup your face, his thumb wiping away the tears as they spill down your cheeks. the warmth of your tears against his skin sends a shiver down his spine, and he grits his teeth, trying to keep his composure.

“sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice soft but with a dangerous edge. “you didn’t hurt me. i promise.”

your lip wobbles, and you look up at him with wide, teary eyes, sniffling softly. “b-but… you’re... swollen. and i don’t want to make it worse. please, i have to do something to help. anything!”

and there it is. the way you so earnestly offer to help him out, completely oblivious to the real situation, has shiu’s cock twitching again, his resolve cracking under the weight of your words. anything? you have no idea what you’re asking for, but the thought of you — this sweet, innocent girl — offering to “help�� him out in your naive little way is too tempting to pass up.

shiu’s eyes darken, his thumb still brushing against your tear-streaked cheek as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “anything, huh?” his voice is low, almost a growl, and he can feel the way you tremble at his proximity. “you really wanna help me out with… my injury?”

you nod quickly, wiping at your tears with the back of your hand, clearly determined to make up for what you think you’ve done. “yes! i just… i feel so bad, and if there’s anything i can do to make it better…”

shiu chuckles darkly, his hand sliding down from your cheek to grip your waist, pulling you closer until you’re pressed against him, the hard length of his cock throbbing against your thigh. you gasp softly, your breath hitching as you feel just how “swollen” he really is.

“well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “there’s one way you could help. but… you might wanna brace yourself. it’s a real hands-on kinda job.”

you freeze for a moment, your mind clearly trying to catch up with the implications of his words. but before you can say anything, shiu’s hand slides lower, gripping your hip in a vice-like hold as he presses himself harder against you, making sure you can feel just how badly he needs you to “help.”

“you think you can handle that?” he teases, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “’cause you’re the one who offered, babe. and i’d hate to see you cry again if you don’t follow through…”

your face flushes, more tears welling up in your eyes, but this time, there’s something different in the way you look at him — something nervous, yes, but also curious, like you’re starting to understand what he’s really asking. you swallow hard, your body trembling slightly under his grip.

“i… i’ll try,” you whisper, your voice soft but full of determination. “i don’t want to let you down.”

shiu grins, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he growls, “oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. you’re gonna do just fine. now, let’s see what those pretty hands of yours can do.”

shiu watches as your wide eyes blink up at him, still glossy with tears, so eager to help but clearly so unsure of yourself. he can’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips as he pulls back slightly, letting his hand drift down to the hem of his pants. your gaze follows the motion, and your cheeks flush, but there’s no turning back now — not with the way he’s looking at you like you’re the answer to all his problems.

“alright, sweetheart,” shiu mutters, his voice low and soothing, like he’s coaxing you through something innocent. “just take it slow, okay? this is all new for you. don’t stress — i’ll guide you.”

you nod quickly, biting your lip, clearly wanting to make things better, to somehow “fix” the situation you think you’ve caused. your trembling hands move to help him out of his pants, and as the waistband slides down, shiu’s cock springs free, thick and heavy, smacking lightly against your cheek as it finally escapes his boxers. the sudden contact startles you, making you flinch back slightly, eyes widening in shock.

“o-oh!” you gasp, one hand flying to your cheek, where the tip of his cock just brushed. “i-i didn’t mean to —”

shiu chuckles, shaking his head as he reaches down, his large hand cradling the back of your head gently, guiding you back toward him. “it’s alright, babe. nothing to worry about.” his voice is smooth, almost sweet, though there’s a darker undertone, something simmering just beneath the surface. “that’s part of the process. gotta get familiar with it if you’re gonna help, right?”

you nod again, a nervous swallow following, as you look up at him, clearly unsure of what to do next. your lips part slightly, like you’re about to ask another question, but shiu’s thumb brushes over your bottom lip, silencing you before you can speak.

“now,” he continues, his tone soft but firm, almost like he’s giving instructions during a drill. “i know it seems strange, but trust me. you’ve gotta use your mouth. that’s how you’re gonna fix this… injury.”

your brows furrow in confusion for a second, but the tears welling up in your eyes again keep you from questioning him too much. he’s the firefighter, after all — he knows what he’s doing, and you’re just trying to help, right?

“you can do that for me, can’t you?” shiu asks, his voice taking on a softer, more coaxing tone as his hand gently guides your head forward, positioning you just inches away from his cock. “i promise it’ll make me feel better.”

his thumb traces your cheek as he watches you carefully, waiting for your response, his cock twitching slightly in anticipation as he feels your warm breath ghost over him. it takes a moment, but you finally nod, the determination in your teary eyes making his chest tighten in the best way possible.

“good girl,” shiu murmurs, his fingers tightening ever so slightly in your hair, just enough to keep you in place. “real sweet of you to help me like this.”

you take a deep breath, your lips parting as you inch forward, clearly trying your best to follow his instructions. the first tentative touch of your lips against the tip of his cock sends a shiver through shiu’s body, and he has to hold back a groan as he watches you — so innocent, so eager to help — try your hardest to do something you clearly have no experience with.

“yeah, just like that,” he mutters, his voice thick with approval as you take him into your mouth. “see? you’re doin’ great already.”

your tongue flicks nervously over the tip, and shiu lets out a low, rumbling groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as he gently urges you to take more of him. you hesitate for a moment, your cheeks puffing slightly as you try to adjust, but shiu’s gentle guidance keeps you from pulling back.

“don’t worry about gettin’ it perfect,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, almost soothing. “i’ll help you along. you’re just tryin’ to make me feel better, right? that’s all you need to focus on.”

you nod slightly, your lips sliding further down his length as shiu’s hips shift forward just a bit, guiding you deeper. the warmth of your mouth around him is almost enough to make him lose control, but he holds back — for now. you’re still learning, after all.

“mm, there you go,” shiu groans softly, his head tilting back as you continue to move your mouth over him, your soft whimpers mixing with the wet sounds of your lips working him over. “you’re a natural, babe. keep goin’— that’s it.”

your hands move to grip his thighs for support, your small fingers digging into his skin as you try your best to handle him, but he can tell you’re struggling, the tears starting to well up in your eyes again.

shiu’s hand tightens in your hair, pulling your head back slightly, just enough for him to look down at you. your lips are swollen, your eyes glossy with unshed tears, and it’s a sight that nearly makes him lose it right then and there.

“fuck,” he mutters, his voice low and rough as his thumb wipes away another stray tear from your cheek. “you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart. keep it up, yeah? i’ll let you know when i’m feelin’ better.”

he smirks down at you, enjoying every second of your sweet, innocent attempt to “help” him, fully aware that you’ve got no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. but you’re so determined, so earnest in your efforts, and shiu knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

your soft whimpers fill the room as you continue to work your mouth over shiu’s cock, the warmth of him growing heavier and thicker between your lips. confusion knots your brow as you feel his “injury” pulse and swell, growing even more than it had before, pressing insistently against the back of your throat. your heart races with panic — why was it getting bigger? is he in more pain?

tears well up in your eyes again, and you glance up at shiu, worried that you’ve somehow made things worse. but to your surprise, instead of looking hurt, his head is tilted back, a low groan rumbling in his chest, his hand still gently gripping your hair.

“sweetheart, you’re doin’ just fine,” he murmurs, his voice thick and rough as he looks down at you, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk. “don’t worry about it — just keep goin’, yeah? faster now, that’s it.”

his reassurance confuses you even more, but you trust him — he’s the firefighter after all, the professional. if he says he’s alright, then maybe this is just part of the process, right? maybe his injury has to get bigger before it goes away. your lips tremble around him as you try to hold back the sniffles, nodding slightly as you pick up the pace, moving quicker just like he asked.

shiu’s groans grow louder, his grip on your hair tightening as his hips start to move in sync with your rhythm. each thrust into your mouth sends waves of heat through your body, but you’re too focused on “helping” him to notice much else. you’re determined to fix whatever’s wrong, to do whatever it takes to make him feel better.

but then… something changes.

a sharp, guttural moan escapes shiu’s lips, his body tensing up as his cock throbs hard inside your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens even more, pulling you closer until your nose is almost pressed against his stomach. you feel the thick length of him twitch violently, and before you can even process what’s happening, shiu lets out a low, strained groan — his body jerking as a hot rush of liquid fills your mouth.

your eyes go wide, and you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around him as the warmth of his release spills over your tongue, thick and heavy. it’s overwhelming — the taste, the heat, the way it floods your mouth all at once, making it hard to swallow. you try to pull back, but shiu’s hand keeps you in place, his fingers tangled in your hair as he rides out the last wave of his release.

you whimper softly, tears streaming down your face as you try to make sense of what just happened. did you… break him? was this supposed to happen? you can feel his “injury” slowly softening in your mouth, and your confusion deepens. did you do something wrong?

“shit,” shiu breathes, his voice hoarse as he finally releases his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull back slightly. you gasp for air, your chest heaving as you look up at him, lips still glistening with the remnants of his release. the taste lingers on your tongue, unfamiliar and thick, and you swallow hard, trying to clear your throat.

“w-what happened?” you whisper, your voice shaky, your eyes wide and glossy with tears. “did… did i break it? i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”

shiu chuckles, the sound low and rough as he looks down at you with a satisfied grin. his hand comes up to gently wipe away the tears still streaming down your cheeks, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips.

“nah, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “you didn’t break a damn thing. you actually did real good.”

you blink up at him, confusion still clouding your expression. “but… all that stuff came out… is that supposed to happen?”

shiu smirks, his thumb tracing the edge of your lip as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “yeah, babe. that’s exactly what’s supposed to happen. you fixed me up real nice.”

you blink up at shiu, your lips slightly swollen, cheeks flushed, and his salty release still lingering in your mouth. a small, uncertain smile tugs at your lips as you wipe away the tears that had streaked your cheeks. you really think you’ve done it — you’ve helped him. that warm feeling of satisfaction bubbles up in your chest, and despite the confusion swirling in your mind, you look up at him with hopeful eyes.

“did… did i do it?” you ask softly, your voice still shaky but filled with a strange, innocent pride. “you’re better now, right? your… injury?”

shiu just stares down at you, his dark eyes hooded, a heavy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. his chest is still rising and falling as he catches his breath, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just looks at you like he can’t quite believe what just happened. you’ve completely misunderstood the situation, but the way you’re so proud of yourself — so happy — sends a different kind of satisfaction rushing through him.

“yeah,” shiu murmurs, his voice low, almost breathless as he leans down, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “you did real good, sweetheart. better than i expected.”

your heart swells at his words, and your eyes light up, the weight of guilt lifting from your shoulders as relief washes over you. you’d helped him — you’d really made it better, and now he’s okay again. your hands fidget in your lap, feeling warm and a little giddy as you try to contain your excitement.

“i’m so glad!” you breathe, your voice bubbling with genuine joy. “i was really worried… but i’m just so happy you’re alright now!”

shiu chuckles, that deep, rough sound vibrating through his chest as he reaches down to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your lip. there’s something wicked in his gaze, but you’re too swept up in your relief to notice the glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“yeah, you helped a lot,” he mutters, his voice a little teasing now as he strokes your cheek. “you’re a real lifesaver, babe. can’t thank you enough.”

his words make your heart flutter, and you feel your cheeks heat up as you smile up at him, so genuinely happy that you’d managed to help him. he’s your savior, after all — the strong, capable firefighter who had saved you. the fact that you could return the favor fills you with a warm, comforting pride.

“i just wanted to help,” you murmur, still looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. “i didn’t want you to be in pain…”

shiu grins, his fingers trailing down to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze fully. “trust me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice dropping to a low rumble, “i wasn’t in pain. you took care of me real good.”

you beam at him, so pleased with yourself, completely oblivious to the deeper, darker satisfaction in his eyes.

you never thought your day would take such a sharp turn.

one moment, you're minding your own business, and the next, you're being hunted by one of the most notorious bounty hunters out there: TOJI FUSHIGURO. your heart pounds in your chest as you dart down the dimly lit alleyway, the heavy thud of toji’s boots echoing behind you. his presence is suffocating, his reputation alone enough to freeze your blood.

“you’re not gonna get far,” his voice is low, rough like gravel, taunting. you chance a glance over your shoulder and catch the sight of his imposing figure closing in. he moves with a lethal grace, like a predator enjoying the chase. it should scare you more, but for some reason, your body reacts in ways you can’t quite understand — a mix of fear and something else.

you pick up speed, your breath ragged, but it’s no use. toji is faster, stronger, and soon, you feel the heat of his presence right behind you. a sharp gasp escapes your lips as you’re yanked backward, your back colliding with his hard chest. his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close, trapping you effortlessly.

“gotcha.” his hot breath fans your neck as he whispers the word, voice full of satisfaction.

you struggle, but it’s futile — he’s too strong, his grip unyielding. toji's lips twist into a smirk you can’t see but can feel against your skin. the thrill of the hunt pulses in his veins, but something else stirs within him as he holds you close. he expected you to be a quick, simple job, nothing more. but now, with you squirming in his arms, breathing heavily, your scent filling his senses, he feels a tug of desire he didn’t anticipate.

“ya feisty,” he mutters, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear. “but i like that.”

your mind races, torn between wanting to escape and the strange magnetism pulling you toward him. his fingers dig slightly into your waist, his touch firm but not painful, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s doing this on purpose. then, he spins you around to face him, your hands pressed against his broad chest as you try to push him away.

his eyes are dark, filled with something predatory, but there’s a flicker of something else too — something that sends a shiver down your spine. he tilts his head, taking in the sight of you up close, and his smirk widens.

“what’s the matter? scared?” he taunts, but his eyes betray a different kind of hunger now.

you bite your lip, refusing to answer, trying to steady your breathing. his gaze drops to your lips, and his smirk falters for a split second. it’s then you realize just how close the two of you are, bodies pressed together in the dim alley. there’s a tension in the air, thick and charged.

“this wasn’t part of the plan,” toji murmurs, more to himself than to you. “but damn, you’re making it hard to focus on the job.”

his words hang in the air, and you can feel the shift in him. he’s no longer just the ruthless bounty hunter — and you’ve become something more than just a paycheck. and the realization sends a jolt of adrenaline through you.

but it’s not entirely unpleasant.

toji's grip on your waist tightens as his smirk fades, replaced by something darker, more intimate. you feel his muscles ripple beneath your fingers as he holds you in place, your bodies pressed flush together. his eyes burn with a raw intensity that makes your skin tingle, and you can feel his breath against your lips, hot and unsteady.

"you have no idea what ya doin' to me," he mutters, his voice rougher, deeper than before. there's something magnetic in the way he speaks, like he's losing control, and it sends a shiver down your spine. he leans in closer, his lips barely grazing your neck, and the heat of his breath makes your skin prickle. "i should be dragging you off right now, but here i am… distracted."

you gasp softly as his hand moves, sliding from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you even closer. your body reacts without thinking, your hips brushing against his in the confined space, and you feel him tense up immediately. his hand tightens around your wrist, holding it against his chest as his other hand curls possessively around your back.

"fuck…" he mutters, the curse more a growl than a word. "you're trouble, ya know that?"

your heart skips a beat when you feel his dick pressing against your thigh, and his eyes darken as he watches your reaction. there's a flash of something primal in his gaze, and suddenly, it feels like the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, breathing in sync, heat pooling between your bodies.

"you keep moving like that," he whispers, his voice low and filled with warning, "and i'll forget ya supposed to be a bounty."

he's teasing, but there's a dangerous truth to his words. you feel his hand slide up your back, fingertips brushing your spine, before wrapping around the back of your neck. toji's thumb presses against your pulse, feeling the rapid beat of your heart under his touch. his lips graze your ear as he speaks again, sending another shiver down your spine.

"let's see if you can stay still f’me."

before you can react, his hand tightens ever so slightly around your throat, just enough to make you gasp, your body instantly reacting to the pressure. your breath hitches, and you feel your head tilt back, giving him access to your neck. a low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, and you can feel his lips press softly against your skin, trailing down your throat.

"good girl," he murmurs, his voice sending shockwaves through your body.

his teeth scrape lightly over your pulse, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. toji’s hand remains firm around your neck, not squeezing but holding you in place, like he's testing how much you can handle. it’s intoxicating, the way he’s playing with you, pushing you to the edge of something you’re not sure you should want.

but you do.

"ya likin' this more than you should," he muses, his lips brushing over your collarbone, and you feel him suck lightly at your skin, teeth teasing before pulling back. "don’t worry, you’re mine now. i’ll take care of ya."

his words are a possessive promise, and they echo in your mind as his mouth moves lower, marking you with soft bites and gentle kisses. the sensation of his lips and teeth on your skin is almost overwhelming, leaving a trail of warmth wherever he touches. you squirm in his arms, your body responding involuntarily, and he tightens his hold around your throat just enough to make your breath stutter.

"stay still," he growls softly. "or i’ll make sure you can’t run ever again."

you feel the pressure ease, and his thumb strokes the side of your neck in a way that’s almost soothing. it contrasts the sharp edge of his control, and you find yourself melting into it, body trembling against his. his hand releases your throat, sliding down to grip your waist again, but he leans in to whisper against your lips.

"ya don't need to be afraid of me. not if ya behave."

there’s a possessive gentleness in his voice, a promise of protection that seems twisted given the situation. despite everything, there's a tenderness in how he’s handling you. the contradiction is dizzying. he brushes his thumb across your lower lip, and you instinctively part your mouth, your breath coming in shallow, heated gasps.

his lips crash into yours suddenly, and it feels like everything else fades. you can taste the heat, the hunger behind the kiss, and it makes your head spin. toji pulls you tighter against him, his body pressing you against the cold wall, but his lips… they’re surprisingly soft, his touch somehow affectionate amidst the heat. it leaves you feeling unsteady, vulnerable.

when he pulls away, his gaze locks onto yours, and there's something almost dangerous in the way he looks at you. a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he watches the way you’re panting, flustered, lips swollen from his kiss. toji wipes his thumb across the marks he left on your neck, admiring the way they stand out against your skin.

"you're mine now," he whispers, eyes glinting with satisfaction. "whether you like it or not."

with a sudden movement, he picks you up effortlessly, throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. the world tilts as you let out a gasp, but toji doesn’t stop. his grip is firm, but there’s no malice in the way he holds you, like he’s more determined to protect you now that he’s claimed you.

“you’ll thank me for this later,” he promises, that smug confidence dripping from every word as he starts to walk. “after all, who could take better care of you than me?”

and as your body starts to relax against his, you realize — maybe he's right.

toji carries you like you’re nothing more than a prize he’s claimed, his arm locked tight around your waist as he heads towards wherever he plans to take you. your mind is still spinning from the heat of his touch, the intensity of his kiss, and the way he marked your skin as his. but there’s a part of you that’s trying to fight back, to not give in so easily, though each time you struggle in his grip, it feels weaker than before.

“you can squirm all ya want, sweetheart,” he mutters, his voice dropping low as he keeps walking, not even bothered by your attempts to resist. “it’s cute, but we both know you’re gonna break real soon.”

you bite your lip, trying to steady your breathing, but it’s like he can sense your hesitation. toji tightens his hold just a little, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as he glances down at you.

“look at you, all quiet now,” he teases, voice dripping with arrogance. “guess that smart little mouth of yours isn’t so smart anymore, huh? don’t worry, baby, i’ll do all the thinking for you soon enough.”

you swallow hard, your heart racing as you try to focus, but the way his words roll off his tongue, that rough, teasing edge — it's messing with your head. his hand slides down to your thigh, gripping it possessively as he continues walking, and it’s like every touch from him is chipping away at the defenses you barely have left.

finally, he pushes through the door of what looks like an abandoned warehouse, the heavy metal creaking as it slams shut behind him. the space is dark and empty, except for a few scattered pieces of old furniture, and in the middle of the room is a worn leather chair with thick ropes coiled neatly beside it. your stomach drops as he sets you down, but his touch is still surprisingly gentle.

“sit,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

your legs feel like jelly as he lowers you onto the chair, the leather cool against your skin. he crouches in front of you, eyes locking onto yours with a dangerous glint, as he grabs a rope, pulling it taut between his hands.

“i’ll make sure you don’t get any ideas about running,” he says with a smirk, fingers moving quickly as he starts to tie your wrists to the arms of the chair. his hands are skilled, firm, but there’s still that strange tenderness in the way he secures the knots, like he doesn’t want to hurt you — just keep you in place.

you try to wiggle your hands, testing the restraints, but they’re tight. too tight to escape. the realization sends a wave of nervousness through you, though it’s mixed with something else — something that makes your body heat up under his gaze.

toji stands up, admiring his work, before trailing his fingers along the length of your arm, slow and deliberate. “there we go,” he hums, his voice low and almost affectionate, like this is all just part of some twisted game to him. “now you’re not going anywhere.”

he steps closer, leaning down until his face is inches from yours, his breath hot against your cheek. “ya know, i was gonna make this quick,” he whispers, his tone dipping lower, more intimate, “but now… now i think i wanna take my time. break you down nice and slow.”

your breath hitches at his words, your body betraying you with a shiver. toji notices, of course, and a wicked grin spreads across his lips. he reaches up, cupping your chin roughly, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he taunts, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his touch almost too much. “bet you’re already getting wet just thinking about what i’m gonna do to you. don’t lie to me, sweetheart. i can see it in your eyes.”

you try to protest, but your voice falters, and toji laughs —a dark, low sound that makes your head spin. “don’t worry, baby, ya don’t need to think. just lemme handle it.” his thumb pushes past your lips, slipping into your mouth, and your eyes widen as he forces you to suck on it, watching your every reaction with that same predatory gaze. "that’s it, good girl. see? when you don’t think, you’re so much easier to handle."

you’re losing yourself in the haze of his dominance, and it feels like each passing second, your mind gets foggier, your body more responsive. he pulls his thumb from your mouth, trailing it down your throat before pressing it against the hollow at your collarbone.

“you’re already starting to beg, and i haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he says with a chuckle. his hands move quickly, yanking at your shirt until it tears down the middle, exposing your chest to the cool air of the room. your nipples harden instantly, and toji’s eyes darken with lust.

“look at you,” he growls, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. the sensation rips a moan from your lips, and you arch involuntarily against the ropes. his tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight through your core, and your mind begins to melt, overtaken by the sensation.

“i knew you’d be easy to break,” he murmurs, switching to your other breast, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. “you’re already dripping for me, aren’t you? bet if i touched you right now, i’d find you soaking wet.”

your breath comes in shallow gasps, your body on fire, and you can’t stop yourself from whimpering. it’s like he knows exactly how to push you to the edge, unraveling your thoughts with every touch, every word.

“say it,” toji demands, his voice rough, possessive. “beg f’me.”

you bite your lip, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity, but it slips away as he leans closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“you’re gonna break, sweetheart,” he whispers. “you can pretend all you want, but you’re already mine.”

“please…” you gasp, the word tumbling out before you can stop it.

toji’s grin widens, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. “that’s what i thought,” he murmurs, sliding a hand down your body, stopping just above the waistband of your pants. “but i need more than that. ya want me to touch you, baby? then beg properly. let me hear how much ya need it.”

your mind is foggy, hazy from his touch and his words, and before you know it, the words slip from your lips.

“please, toji — touch me… i-i need it.”

he lets out a low chuckle, clearly pleased with how easily you’ve crumbled. “that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants, brushing against your slick folds. “so wet for me already. fuck, you’re practically begging to be ruined.”

your body jerks as he finally touches you, his fingers expertly finding your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that make your head spin. “you were made for this,” toji growls, his breath hot against your ear as his fingers work you over, your moans filling the empty space around you. “made to be fucked until you can’t even think.”

“please,” you whimper again, your body trembling against the ropes as the pleasure builds, and you can’t help but beg for more.

“that’s it, keep begging,” toji orders, his voice rough with lust. “you’re mine now, baby. all mine.”

toji’s fingers move with a slow, teasing precision, drawing out every bit of pleasure he can as you writhe in the chair, bound and at his mercy. each movement of his hand sends sparks through your body, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you buck against him, desperate for more. the ropes hold you firmly in place, and the way you’re tied only adds to the tension coiling tighter in your core.

“fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?” toji’s voice is thick with smug satisfaction, his fingers sliding through your slick folds as he focuses on your clit, rubbing in just the right way. “you’re so fucking tight, dripping all over my fingers. gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

you can’t even think straight anymore, your mind clouded with heat and desire, all focused on the feeling of his fingers pushing you to the edge. you nod frantically, unable to form words, only desperate, breathless sounds escaping your lips.

toji chuckles darkly, leaning closer until his lips are at your ear. “beg for it,” he demands, his tone rough and commanding, but there’s something almost playful underneath. “tell me how much you need it. tell me how much you want to cum for me.”

“please… p — please, toji…” you gasp, your voice barely more than a whimper as your body tenses, muscles coiling tight with the impending release. “n-need it… p — please… let me cum.”

his eyes darken, and his lips curl into a wicked grin. “that’s it, good girl,” he growls, his fingers pressing harder, faster, sending you right to the brink. “cum f’me. show me how much you love this.”

pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you moan loudly, back arching against the ropes as you finish on his fingers. your mind blanks, vision blurring as your orgasm rips through you, and you tremble in the chair, held captive by the overwhelming sensation. your thighs clamp around toji’s hand, but he doesn’t stop, fingers working you through the high, milking every last bit of your release.

“there we go,” toji mutters, voice full of smug satisfaction as he watches you fall apart for him. “that’s what i like to see.”

you barely have time to catch your breath before toji stands up, wiping his slick fingers on his pants with a low growl. his gaze is burning with a mix of impatience and hunger, his body practically vibrating with the need to claim you fully. he glances down at you, tied to the chair, your body still trembling from your orgasm, and his lips curl into a predatory smirk.

“‘m not done with you yet.”

before you can even process his words, toji’s hand moves to your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck with enough pressure to make your breath hitch. it’s not painful — just enough to remind you of who’s in control. his thumb presses lightly against your pulse, feeling the rapid thrum of your heartbeat under his grip, and the sensation makes your head spin.

“look at you,” he growls, tightening his hold just slightly as he leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “already so fucked out, but we’ve barely started.”

your mind is still foggy from the high of your release, and you can only whimper as his grip on your throat sends a new wave of heat straight to your core. your breathing becomes shallow, each breath more labored under the pressure of his hand, and it’s like the lack of air only heightens the sensations rushing through your body.

toji’s free hand moves down to your hips, fingers tugging roughly at your panties, yanking them to the side with an impatient growl. “i don’t have time to play nice anymore,” he mutters, his voice thick with lust as he fumbles with his pants, shoving them down just enough to free himself.

you barely have a second to register what’s happening before he presses himself against your entrance, his cock hot and hard. the head of it pushes against your slick folds, teasing, but the impatience in his movements makes it clear he’s not going to wait long.

“fuck, you’re so wet for me,” toji groans, his voice strained as he pushes inside, the thick length of him stretching you open. “tight lil’ — mmgh — pussy was made f’me.”

you gasp at the sudden intrusion, your body still sensitive from your earlier orgasm, but the stretch of him inside you is too much to fight. it feels overwhelming, intense, and yet the way he fills you has you crying out in pleasure, your legs instinctively trying to wrap around him, though the ropes hold you back.

“yeah, that’s it,” toji growls, his hand tightening around your throat as he thrusts deeper, his cock sliding in with an almost brutal pace. “take it. take all of me.”

his movements are rough, desperate, like he’s losing control of himself, and the force of each thrust pushes you back against the chair, your body jolting with every snap of his hips. your mind is hazy, clouded with pleasure and the pressure of his hand around your throat, making each breath a struggle. but it’s intoxicating, the way he’s fucking you — fast, hard, and completely dominating.

“you’re mine,” toji mutters between gritted teeth, his pace quickening as he drives into you with reckless abandon. “this body… this pussy… all fuckin’ mine.”

your vision blurs as the pleasure builds again, your body reacting without thought, clenching tight around his cock with every thrust. you can barely form words, but the sounds spilling from your lips are enough to let him know just how much you need this — how much you need him.

toji grins, watching you fall apart beneath him, and he tightens his grip on your throat just a little more, cutting off your breath for a brief, dizzying second. “gonna cum f’me again, baby?” he taunts, his voice rough and full of arrogance as he slams into you harder, the slap of his hips against yours echoing through the empty warehouse. “gonna cum all over my cock like a good little slut?”

you can’t answer, not with the way his hand is pressing against your windpipe, but your body reacts, trembling, your walls tightening around him as you hurtle toward another release. he’s hitting every spot perfectly, driving you higher and higher, and the lack of air only intensifies the sensation.

“that’s it,” he growls, leaning down to bite at the skin of your neck, marking you again, leaving bruises in his wake. “cum for me. fucking beg for it.”

the words tear out of your mouth, ragged and breathless. “please… p-please, toji… lemme cum… can’t — need to…”

toji groans at the sound of your begging, his cock twitching inside you as he slams into you one last time, pushing you over the edge. the force of your orgasm hits you like a freight train, and your body shakes violently as you cum around him, your vision going white from the intensity of it.

“fuck,” toji grunts, his pace faltering as he follows you over the edge, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his release. he grinds against you, his hand still wrapped tight around your throat, keeping you on the brink of suffocation as you both ride out the high together.

when he finally loosens his grip, your body slumps in the chair, completely spent, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.

toji pulls out slowly, the mix of your release and his dripping down your thighs as he tucks himself back into his pants, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. he looks down at you — completely wrecked, body trembling, bound and marked up with bruises from his hands and mouth. you can barely move, your breathing still heavy and ragged as you slump against the ropes, completely spent.

“fuck,” toji mutters, running a hand through his messy hair, clearly pleased with himself. “ya really are somethin’ else, y’know that?”

he watches you for a moment, eyes dark and hungry as they trace over every inch of your body, and the way he looks at you makes your skin heat up all over again. there’s still that predatory glint in his eyes, but there’s something softer now, almost like he’s considering something he shouldn’t be.

then, he remembers. the bounty. the reason he was after you in the first place.

toji sighs, dragging a hand down his face as he glances around the warehouse, like the weight of the job is finally hitting him. “shit,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “was supposed to hand ya over, wasn’t i?”

the reminder makes your heart skip a beat, the reality of your situation sinking back in through the haze of pleasure. you’re still tied up, completely at his mercy, and there’s someone out there who paid a pretty price for you to be delivered — someone who probably doesn’t care about your well-being as much as toji has. your pulse quickens, a flicker of fear running through your exhausted body.

toji glances down at you, and for a moment, something like hesitation flickers across his face. his jaw tightens, and he steps closer, crouching down so he’s eye-level with you. his hand reaches out, fingers brushing your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture, like he’s still debating what to do with you.

“huh,” he mutters, his eyes narrowing as he watches your expression. “was gonna drop ya off and be done with it. get my cash, move on to the next job. simple, right?”

he trails a finger down the side of your neck, following the bruises he left, and you shiver at the contact, your body still sensitive from everything he put you through. toji’s lips curl into a half-smile, almost amused by your reaction.

“but now…” his voice drops lower, that dangerous edge creeping back in. “i’m thinkin’ maybe i’ll keep ya around for a lil’ longer.”

your eyes widen, a mix of confusion and something else — something darker — swirling in your chest. you can’t help the way your body reacts, your heart pounding in your chest as toji leans even closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“you’re fun,” he whispers, his tone full of that familiar arrogance, “and i haven’t had my fill yet. so, how about we make a deal, sweetheart? i’ll hold off on handing you over… just for a bit.”

he pulls back, his hand sliding down to grip your chin, tilting your face up so you’re forced to meet his gaze. his eyes gleam with something predatory, something possessive, and you know in that moment, he’s not asking for permission. he’s already made up his mind.

“don’t worry,” toji murmurs, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips. “you’ll still be mine for a little while longer. and who knows… maybe by the time i’m done with ya, i won’t feel like handing ya over at all.”

he chuckles, leaning down to press one last rough, possessive kiss to your lips before he stands up, already moving to untie the ropes from your wrists. you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you, the hunger still burning in his gaze.

“get some rest,” he says casually, like it’s nothing, his voice slipping back into that arrogant, teasing tone. “we’ve got plenty of time for round two.”

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[teojira]

TEDDY! I checked ur old blog and saw u have a this one :3, and i saw u write for the KAIJUUUS? bro i love godzilla sosososoosoOSOSOSOSO MUCH, if you're down for it, could you do some headcanons of being Godzilla's favorite human?, ofc platonic, (i dead ass love this gigantic lizard sm i made a wedding pic art as a joke cause someone said marry the damn lizard and i said fine i will, and i wanna clarify twice, it was a joke, i just love large lizards)

[Being Goji's favorite human headcanons] [platonic]

Summary: What being a huge lizard titans human entails!

Warnings: None! Just platonic companionship between you and the Big guy.

Word count: 650+ words

A/N: Omg Tama :(( I'm so happy to see you're here from the call of duty blog!! It's always a joy to see you in my notifs 🫶 ofc I got you, Godzilla headcanons comin right up! I hope these are okay!

- Being Goji's favorite human comes with alot of good, but alot of bad as well.

- It makes you special. There is no documentation in any of Monarchs database of him having any explicit connection to humans, no country, no specific race, and you're seemingly the first person in history. But that also means you're under their control due to your ties to the Kaiju.

- He doesn't visit nearly as much as he wishes he could, despite you both being connected by seemingly fate. He is the king of monsters, bro is busy! He has to keep the balance.

- Monarch learned the hard way that you cannot be housed at a base, it sets Goji off, so they literally have to place you on a private island somewhere for when he does come to see you, he can't destroy anything.

- Contrary to most of the publics opinion, he IS sentient. He knows what he does. Destroying usually comes with the territory when he has to fight a threat, but visiting you isn't so he makes sure not to crush your home, bellowing to let you know he's come to see you.

- He doesn't know why he cares for you, but it feels right, coming to you and curling up on the sand, waiting for you to come closer.

- Goji has ever been touched by one other human without intent of harm, Serizawa. He still remembers how comforting it was, how a small little human seemed to care for him when he was at his lowest.

- He enjoys when you pet him, more often than not being more than okay with the touch. It also helps that you take care of any issues he may have due to him being in the water extremely often, and he gets the occasional barnacle.

- The first time you took one of him, he snarled so loud that it sent you flying onto your back in fear, his large head whipping around to see just what the fuck you were doing.

- You explained to him calmly that you were removing the parasites from his scales. All you got was a huff in return. But he did turn back and rest his head again, so you figure that was him saying it was okay.

- It's hard to spend quality time with the titan due to just how BIG the fucker is, but he allows you to climb up him and make your way to his head, he's eerily still when he feels you on him, he knows his strength and size and one wrong move and you fall, shattering your legs.

- He would definitely bring you back things he's found in the ocean. What do you mean you're not interested in this deep sea squid that's the size of 3 school buses? He got it just for you! (You let Monarch take it to study, but you pretend to Goji that you are taking it for yourself.) (He lets out a pleased rumble at providing for you.)

- He somehow has the uncanny ability to find you no matter where you go, one time Monarch took you to the Japan base for a meeting that they deemed you necessary to attend.

- Imagine everyone's shock and awe when he appeared, roaring in a rage as he slouched down to the ground, not relaxing until you ran out in view, frantically waving your arms.

- He takes all his naps on your private island, curling into a little ball, it's the best rest he has had in years, only thing to make it better is when you join him, bring a blanket or bring a little air mattress and sleep out there with him, it brings him so much joy. If lizards could purr, you're sure he would be.

- Where this Goji, there is Mothra! She wants to see what caught his eye for the first time in centuries, she cares for humans more than he ever has, so she takes a liking to you immediately. So she visits you when she's able to, usually chirping and letting you touch her fuzz.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Black Myth Wukong and Destined One meeting Queen Kong? 👀

Oh Boi, a tiny monkey meets a massive gorilla🦍🐒

(BMW Wukong) It was love at first sight for him, he was flying in the sky on his cloud one day when he noticed an island from a distance. He flew over in Curiosity and the first thing he saw was a giant female gorilla that was laying on the beach sunbathing. Wukong jaw dropped as he got a an eye full of you and was obsessed. He flew around your ears and head chirping and purring and flirting with you, soon you woke up and looked to see a little monkey on a cloud with hearts in his eyes. You quickly grew annoyed and swatted him out the air and went back to your nap, Wukong got his head out the sand with a lovesick sigh looks like he has to work for it.

(Destined one) He met you when you were looking for fruit as he was strolling also looking for fruit. When he saw you he had immediately blushed as he noticed that you were a giant gorilla and you cooed down at him. He had a super cute face to you and your attention was turned to him, you decided to share your fruit with the cute silent monkey. As you both sat in silence and you both found that you had alot in common and you became his travel companion ever since.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🐒🦍

[jellyfishcake]

Hello! I saw your request post about wanting to write something, and I was wondering if maybe you could write about Legendary Godzilla meeting a shy Kaiju! Reader. Like the reader is on an isolated island or something, and is nervous about the King of the Monsters visiting the reader's island lmao, and is very respectful. Godzilla be digging it lmao. Idk just think that's cute af. No pressure! Thank you so much if you do take this request!! If not, you have wonderful day!❤️ ❤️

AHHH LET'S GOO 🗣💯🔥 A REQUEST I SEE!!! WHY YES I WILL MAKE THIS FOR YOU ☝️😼

Godzilla x shy kaiju°reader

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Being on a island without other kaijus brings you a peaceful life. It's not that you hate them It's just hard to just be with them they want territory, or even mate with you. You always hide from them not because your scared it's just you can't talk without hiding your face from them.

They get so confused because kaijus are usually confident and ready to fight them but your just not like the others. You can fight it's just you don't really fight other kaijus.

But you noticed something happening everyday you wake up and go lay down next to the ocean. The sweet noise of the waves crashing into each other and if you're lucky sea turtles would come up to you and lay next to you on the beach. Sitting in silence listening to the waves, eyes were watching you from a distant you felt them.

Looking up your eye's widened Godzilla the king of monster was across from you watching you.

Watching each other closely waiting for something to happen. Godzilla looked at you and started to swim away from the island you just stayed laying their frozen from what just happened. You look down to were the turtle was their eye's were closed you huffed though your nose to wake the turtle up it's head started to look up slowly you both just looked at each other as the turtle tried to understand what happened when it was asleep.

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You would start to see godzilla head up in the water just staying their until he was done and swam away.

It's everytime you would lay down you would just see him he hasn't done anything yet to harm you he just stares at you it's kinda worries you that he's always their waiting for you.

But today you decided to go somewhere different on the island instead of the beach. So you looked for a spot to lay down as you look to the left you spot a beautiful river with a waterfall a flower field too. A big smile came on your face you never seen this place before on the island so you layed in the flower field.

As you get comfortable in a sleeping position the quiet takes over your body dark spots in your eyes start to take over it all felt so calming.

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Godzilla was swimming towards your island he been watching you for awhile.

He been lonely for a long time since Mothra died even though he loves her with all his heart he needs someone too love. He saw you one day when swimming

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Ummm ☝️🤓 been busy but I'm working on some other requests too. So I'm locked in for them but I'll be done with this tomorrow 🔥🗣💯

[happy74827]

The Way You Kiss Me

[Travis "Trapper" Beasley x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: He’s called “Trapper” for a reason.

WC: 1443

Category: Fluff, Lime/Spice

I would say this is a fan service… but, truthfully, I couldn’t help myself. This is a service to myself LMFAO (enjoy the gif of Dan in The Guest since GxK is still fresh in theaters. I cannot wait for this movie to come out in hd quality 🤭)

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Trapper was a bit of a wildcard, in your opinion. You'd known him since your teenage years and had been the one to give him his name. He'd always been a bit of a recluse, even back then. The man was more comfortable around animals than he was with people. The compassion he had for the four-legged beasts was something you had always admired. It was his love of nature and the wild that had drawn you in; you'd never been able to pinpoint why.

That had been over ten years ago, but it felt like no time had passed. You had gone to school, became what you always dreamed of, and moved back to your hometown.

And, of course, it was only inevitable that Trapper would have trapped you.

It hadn't happened right away.

No, it had started slow, like a creeping fog. You didn't even notice it until you found yourself missing the smell of his cologne and his walkman that he still carried around everywhere.

“Yeah, luv, not everywhere's got Wi-Fi, you know?” He would always say, and the thick Australian accent would make your heart flutter.

He was kind, gentle, and a bit goofy. He could sing like a dream (not really, he was quite awful) and was the best vet in the whole world, or at least in your mind. He was utterly perfect on the inside.

And the outside? Well, a pure accident had gotten you two together.

You'd gone into his office, just like every other time, to borrow another of his rare records. Usually, he was there to let you in, but when he wasn't, you were thankful he kept a spare key under the mat.

The office had been quiet, and as you walked through the small space, you frowned, knowing that he never missed a day, even when he was sick.

Turns out your suspicion was right.

His water got cut off, so he swung by the office to shower, and well, you'd gotten to him before he'd managed to change. So, there you were, in your scrubs and lab coat, walking in on him fresh from a shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

It had been an awkward encounter, to say the least.

Trapper was not a big guy. Sure, he had broad shoulders and was decently strong, but his height was on the shorter side, and his muscles were more toned than they were bulky. He was handsome in his own way, and that was one thing you'd always liked. He didn't look like a bodybuilder or some sort of model. He looked like a normal man.

But the moment you saw him standing there, dripping wet and looking a bit shocked, it was like a switch flipped. Your knees felt weak, and the butterflies that had made their homes in your stomach started flapping their wings, making you feel all flustered and a bit embarrassed.

It made it worse when you realized he had his Walkman hanging around his neck. Dude couldn’t even make it a day without his favorite tunes.

And the fact that you had his favorite record clutched in your arms wasn’t helping.

You were the first to speak.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like this; I was just-."

He cut you off.

"Ah, yeah, forgot to call, didn't I? Water got shut off this morning, thought I'd shower here." He looked around. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Didn't know you were coming by today."

The towel was slipping. You could see his hip bones. You tried to look away, but you couldn't help it. He had such a nice body, and you'd never even noticed it until then.

You shook your head.

"It's fine. I, um, was just looking for one of your records; I didn't mean to."

He raised his hands.

“Settle down, sweetheart, don't get yourself worked up. No harm done."

It was only then that he seemed to realize what was happening. His eyes widened slightly.

"Oh. Sorry, I can just..."

"No, no, it's fine. Go ahead."

It was then that he noticed the album you had clutched to your chest. A smile spread across his face, and he gave you a knowing look.

"Fleetwood Mac… again? How many times is this now? Four?"

You flushed.

"I told you, they're my favorite."

He smiled and shook his head.

"You're lucky I don’t mind sharing. Come on, let's see which one it is."

As he took the album from you, his hand brushed yours, and you couldn't help the jolt that went up your arm.

He didn't seem to notice, thankfully, and instead flipped open the case.

"Ah, Rumours. My personal favorite."

Your heart was racing. You could hear your blood in your ears, and all you could think about was how good he looked in a towel.

He looked up and met your gaze. His lips twitched upwards.

"Welp,” He closed the case and handed it back to you. “Go ahead. It's all yours."

He stepped past you and walked to his office, leaving a trail of water behind him. You stood there, unable to move, just staring after him, the record still held tight to your chest.

"Hey, Traps?" You called.

He appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah?"

"What’re you listening to?"

He grinned and held up his Walkman.

“Toto. I was feeling a bit… nostalgic."

You couldn't help the laugh that came from your lips.

"Of course you are."

His grin was contagious, and he disappeared back into his office, leaving you standing there, feeling like a teenage girl with her first crush. Except the crush didn’t stay a crush for long.

You forget what happened initially, but one minute, you were holding the record out in the hallway; the next minute, you were on the couch in his office, the record discarded on the floor, and his lips were on yours.

You weren’t really sure who had kissed who first, but you had been surprised at his actions, and he had pulled away quickly.

The break was short-lived, and the next thing you knew, you were both making out, his freshly picked out plaid pullover discarded somewhere, and your hands buried in his hair, tugging at the ashy blonde locks as he peppered kisses all along your neck.

His skin was soft, and you could tell he put lotion on. His hair smelled like the shampoo he used, and his breath smelled like coffee and mint.

He had a bit of scruff on his cheeks, and you could feel the hairs brush against your skin. Ticklish, but in a good way.

He had strong hands, and they were running along your sides, pulling your hips against his, and the pressure was enough to make you moan into his mouth.

Nothing further had happened that day. It was his workplace, after all. It's one of the things he actually took seriously. But that didn’t stop you two from doing things in his office on the weekends.

Like now, for instance.

He had you pressed up against the door, his mouth working along your jaw and down your neck, his hands running over your back.

Your head was swimming. You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could process was him: his touch, his smell, his voice.

You felt him push a leg between yours, and you ground yourself against him.

The groan that rumbled in his chest had you shivering, and you reached for him, fingers grabbing for purchase on his shirt.

He was a sight to behold. Hair mussed from your fingers, lips red and swollen, eyes darkened by lust.

His Walkman was never too far, and as his lips moved back up to meet yours, his hands were fiddling with the buttons. Honestly, it was a miracle he could still find the music while being preoccupied.

The sounds of the first few notes of the song had you smiling.

He pulled away and grinned, eyes sparkling with amusement.

"A fan of this one?"

You didn't answer.

Instead, you took his hand and twirled him, pulling him against you, chests pressed together.

His laughter rang in your ears, and the next thing you knew, you were swaying back and forth, cheek resting against his chest, his chin resting atop your head.

For a little while, you forgot about everything: no work, no big apes or lizards, no giant monsters or crazy scientists.

There was no need for them. Not now.

You were trapped in his arms, and you had no plans of breaking free.

[lunarw0rks]

Can I get a Drabble about ghost / konig pining after reader whos bf is an asshole and they confess that they love her and she deserves better? W a happy ending ?? Tyyy

☾𓂃❛🍰❜┊ right person, right time

warning(s): fem!reader, toxic relationship, angst to fluff, mild language, hurt/comfort ♡ masterlist // requests // ask box

ghost;

normally, simon would spend little time comforting anyone. he felt he wasn't good at it, that he was incapable of aiding the person's worries. but when you, a dear friend of his, finds herself in need of it, he breaks his code.

you called him, which wasn't out of the ordinary... until he heard your attempts at masking tears. ❝stay where you are, can you do that for me?❞

when he saw you; distraught and shivering outside a restaurant, it pained him to feel very little shock. your boyfriend, a thorn in his side for months. he couldn't do this here, not in this busy area. ❝come sit with me. c'mon.❞ he didn't grab your hand until the both of you were out of view - but then he wouldn't let go.

❝he's a prick,❞ he speaks bluntly, though it was the biggest understatement of the century. there was so much more he could say about him, things you didn't need to hear. ❝listen, love. you are—❞ his thumb caresses your knuckle as he shifts awkwardly on the bench.

simon's gaze softens entirely when he finally decides to spit his words out. ❝you are going to find someone one day—someone who won't leave you a mess on date night.❞ it was him, he wanted to be that someone. there was no going back now.

if he didn't do it now, he never would. ❝you mean... everything to me. more than i'd care to admit. please just... let me help you.❞ his fingers find your cheek, the closest to physical affection you had gotten from him. it was obvious this wasn't platonic comfort, even in your disoriented heartbreak. it was in his nature for his eyes to dart around for unwanted attention, but right now he couldn't. he needed you to understand what he meant, otherwise he would continue his silent suffering.

könig;

könig's protective instincts were off the charts. once he latched onto someone, the thread connecting the two of them would never be cut or snapped; whether frayed or strained by the end of it.

his observance was even more persistent; how dreadful you felt around your boyfriend, the way he talked about you, seeing you in tears—it made his blood boil. and you, more concerned about crying in front of him? könig was fighting every urge to break his silence. but it was in his nature; a bleeding heart on his sleeve once his uniform was taken off.

❝schatz, bitte...❞ his towering frame is lowered, knelt in front of you as you sob at his kitchen table. ❝don't do this to yourself any longer, no more tears.❞ könig's palm finds your thigh, rubbing soothing circles as you express your heartache. he can't just sit back and watch, then let you walk out of his house upset again like many nights previously. he had to say it; tonight.

his other hand finds your chin, forcing you to meet his stern and tender gaze. ❝if you could see yourself through my eyes, you would see how good you truly are, meine liebling. better than that fool, better than me, hm?❞

his parting words before he let you speak again, they were more of a plea than a confession. his last effort for you to recognize the better half for you; ❝du bedeutest mir alles, you know that? there's nothing i wouldn't do for you.❞

[kikitulips]

ꢐ Yoshi ꒰ ꒰ treasure ꒱ ꒱ lockscreens ♡

[inferno-0]

Choleric

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Just the attitude of the Titans to your temperament.

Let me remind you: Choleric is active, impatient and hot-tempered extroverts.

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Godzilla

* Being a serious and calm creature, Kaiju is not used to your persona. He was amazed at your courage in front of him.

* He liked your extroversion to some extent. Unlike him as a loner, you literally communicated with every creature in your path. But the best quality he has revealed is to be a Leader.

You literally managed to chase away the skullsaurs that interfered with him, of course, it was not without escape, but still.

A Brave Man.

* Wanted to chase you away, but you were too persistent.

*You are now his Watchdog.

* To be Choleric is to be aggressive to some degree. To be honest, it sometimes amuses him. If you were a Titan, you'd definitely start fighting him to the end. But I like to watch how some little guy tries to move the tip of his tail and shouts something very bad at him.

* Thankful for keeping the raging gulls away from his dorsal plates while he swims. Will wait for the moment when you banish the Monarch from his eyes.

Mothra/Mosura

* She likes your activity and perseverance. You're eager to learn anything and everything that Mothra is amused about. But your short temper . . .

* It's not that Mothra is annoyed, she's worried about you. After all, the argument gets out of control at some point.

Your impatience may be misplaced somewhere, and the Titan tries to calm you down so that there are no unnecessary problems.

* Your irritability frightens her.

Even though it's several thousand times bigger than you.

* Sometimes he presses you to his fur, hoping that you will calm down and stop driving anger to the whole world.

* Tries not to glow too much at the sight of you. Since there was a moment where you accidentally ordered her to turn off her flashlight out of annoyance, to which Mothra choked.

I think she'll give you a lecture.

* She also appreciates your leadership skills.

Rodan

* Someone, help him.

* I have never met such a person as you in my life. No, of course he is. Partially. But this Titan is compared to you, forgive me, Bug. Your audacity amused him. Until you started throwing rocks at his beak and eyes, to which the Titan was ready to go back to the volcano and anywhere else from you.

* His ego has been suppressed since that time. You're not afraid of him.

And now he thinks: Are you stupid or are you really driven by something?

* He was surprised when he found out that you wanted to be friends with him. Okay, instilling fear throughout the city wasn't good, he needed communication. Of course, your character is not great, but at some moments he is ready to laugh at you heartily. Especially when you are the one who gets into trouble.

* And now let's forget about aggression, let's remember about Leadership qualities:

"Wake Up, Silly Bird"

"Thank you so much for this morning, kind little creature," ─ grunts Rodan as he emerges from his warm nest.

* No, he sometimes likes your mindset to boss others around. Although, he has frequent flashbacks about it.

King Ghidorah

* Very brave. Very brave.

* Three heads could have hit you to certain death right away, but something caught on them. Your aggression was wonderful, of course it's a pity to hear it from a person.

* Throwing sticks and anything else you can get your hands on when he literally saved your life for five minutes.

Only these five minutes still last for some reason.

* Okay, it them off, but it's still funny. A brave little king. Ghidorah kept you as a pet, but only because you weren't a coward.

* Ichi is proud of your anger at other creatures. He likes the way you command them.

Ni has the same relationship to you as Ichi, but is only watching for fun.

San is a little disturbed by your behavior, believing you to resemble his brother Ichi.

*Sometimes they deliberately bring you into conflict (mostly Ni) to laugh at your face.

Although, in the absence of an instinct for self-preservation, you give them a savory response, to which the Titan begins to retreat.

* Humans and other Kaiju find both of you insufferable. Godzilla is even willing to ask people to take you away from there, as Ghidorah's yells from another argument can be heard even in his nest.

King kong

* You didn't look like Jia. Jia is calm and understanding, and you are like a tomboy, irritated about everything. He still thinks about how his little human friend made friends with you.

* Jia introduced you as a good person, but with a strong character that you just have to accept. Kong had expected anything but this. Although he appreciated the ability to command others. You'd be good at managing your own tribe, if you had one. But given the Skullsaurs that are on the run all over the island from you, humans would have joined them themselves. Your aggression was out of bounds.

* Kong sometimes worries about your recklessness. You're not someone who sits still like Jia. You're always going somewhere. And he doesn't understand what you need. And Jia, who is used to all this, just says to calm down.

* Kong has never been in conflict with you. He tries to stay on the edge of patience.

The truth is trying..

He likes that enthusiasm, but please stop. Otherwise, he'll put you in this flying object that people use.

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[skynight110]

A Rough Start

You were proud to admit you knew the ins and outs of this outpost, secluded in the middle of nowhere, like the back of your hand, itched into your mind.

That didn't mean getting out was going to be as easy as you hoped.

You knew that the guards patrolled mostly near the entrances, but few did venture further into the outpost. You feared you'd almost been caught 3 times now, and wondered if you were really cut out to do this. Peaking around a corner, you watched as two security guards chatted and grumbled under your breath. Clearly you needed to make a distraction. So, heading to the room opposite of you, you recalled this was where they kept employees personal belongings when they arrived in the morning. Grabbing a nearby broomstick to make more noise, you smashed it against one of the lockers and hid in another set of lockers. You could hear one set of footsteps that made you grumble more. You were hoping both would come, but of course not. Peaking around the corner you saw the security guard wearily walk through the room, inspecting every nook and cranny before heading towards the other end of the next set you were hiding at. Quickly, yet as quietly as you could, you crawled out of the room, cursing everytime you could hear your bags zippers clink. Finally out, you rounded the corner again to see the other guard waiting for his buddy to come back, and looked around. There wasn't much to work with, honestly. A plant? Maybe.

With all your might you pushed the large put over and heard it clang with the ground, running to the other side of the hall as the guard rounded the corner in confusion. You could hear the other now coming back as well, and crouch-sprinted over to the door. 'This is it', you thought, slamming the ID kaycard on the lock. The door opened with a whoosh, and you didn't hesitate to book it. The adrenaline running through you felt unreal as you darted as far away from the outpost as possible, following the dirt road in the brush in case any cars drove by. The feeling of the leaves brushing past you and the quick breathes leaving your mouth felt so freeing, and you couldn't stop the victorious grin and shout that left you at the realization you made it this far.

Once you figured you ran far enough, you started to walk and wonder how long this damn road was. You did know however, that there was a boat that left every Wednesday to bring back supplies for the outpost here. That's where you were heading. You figured if you could get on the boat and hide through it's trip, you could sneak off once it reached its destination. You just had to hope that hiding on a boat for a few hours wasn't going to be to hard. After all you'd been through, all this had to be a breeze right?

Finally after who knows how long, you found the dock where the boat was waiting, floating on the water. It was a lot bigger than you had anticipated, but forgetting that you quickly ran up the bridge and onto the boat. The smell of the ocean water hit you and you paused, listening to the water. You dared a glance out. It was a lot calmer than you thought it would have been, but nonetheless was beautiful. The longer you stared, the more your brain started to imagine. A large dark figure exploding out of the water, it's jaws the size of a mansion wide ready to-

You yelped and fell to the ground, covering your head with your arms. When nothing happened, you sighed and slowly sat up, looking around. Everything was okay. Everything was fine. You were fine. Taking a deep breath, you walked further into the ship in hopes of finding a quiet space to claim as your own for the trip.

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Finding a spot was easier said than done, but you did it. When you awoke again you felt that the ship was moving, and could feel the thrum of the engine working against the ocean. "So far so good..." you uttered, worried someone could hear you if you spoke to loud. A worrying thought pressed the back of your mind.

What if He knew that you were out? That you were al-

No.

You roughly punched your fists into the floor to ground yourself from spiraling. Grasping your phone, you checked the time. It'd been 5 hours since you'd escaped from that prison, and you never felt more relief at the thought then you did now. Opening your phone, you recalled that the destination the ship would be a few hours more away, and thanked whatever string of luck you had right now that you thought to pack a portable charger. You'd also downloaded some movies to watch. So that's what you did, watched movies until you felt the ship stop. Back to the cruel world, you bitterly thought, packing all your belongings and snacks back into your bag. Here comes the trickiest part.

Peaking from the room you were hiding in, you saw a bunch of men and women gathering supplies already and placing them in their respective spots. "Okay, okay..." you anxiously whispered. Wait. You turned to look back into the room behind you and saw there were spare clothes for the crew. Bingo. Taking your clothes off in exchange for the crews, you walked outside with your head turned down to hopefully hide your face with the cap you found. Trying to play into the roll, you found a box that was still empty, waiting for what seemed to be more paper. You carried the box down to where it would be filled, and headed off. Glancing around, you noted that there were other ships at this landing post as well. Hopefully you could find a bathroom to change.

When you did, you pulled out your phone and looked at your location on the map. "Crap..." you bit your lip, seeing that the nearest train station was a good hour and thriy minutes from here. Well, walking it was. You hadn't been in a populated city in 4 years anyway, you wanted to see what's changed. Leaving the bathroom you kept the map pulled out to guide you, and examined the streets. There were people chatting, walking, laughing, and cars driving by. It was all so refreshing to see again. A few shops you had wanted to go in, but decided against it. You had no idea how much it would cost you to take the train.

When you finally did make it to the train station, you hummed nervously. There were a lot of people in line for making reservations, and you wanted to get out of there as fast as you could to get to your uncle. After waiting in line for 10 minutes, you walked up the the window and asked for a reservation on the train heading to the station in your uncles city. Scrambling for the cash you stole, you gave it and with a polite 'have a nice day' from the worker you let out a breath of relief. The train didn't take too long to arrive, and you clambered on board and found a spot. The train ride would be about another hour, almost two, but it was better than walking. You were surprised that this train even allowed passengers to stay on that long. Again, you did your best to distract yourself with your phone, hoping that your uncle or cousin was home when you got there. Some bad memories floated around your head as the train continued its journey.

Would there be a gaping whole in the track again? Would the train be crushed completely on one end and fall? Would you yet again see so many people slip by you screaming for their life?-

You really did wish you could forget it.

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Madison could feel that something was off. With the people around her, with her father, most especially with Godzilla. There had to be a reason he was attacking these places, right? Why would he go out of his way to do this unless there was a reason? But she noticed that something else felt off. Like something more was going to happen. She had no idea what though and that frightened her. The last time she felt like this...

She could only hope that whatever it was, was for good, because she and her father already had tensions high with Godzillas recent behavior.

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You felt like it was one of those moments where you thought you couldn't run any faster then you were now. But unfortunately, you have had many of those moments, and not for good reasons. This however, was out of anticipation and excitement. You hadn't seen your uncle or cousin since..well, the world almost ended.

You saw the environment around you pass in a blur, until you found yourself nervously walking up a front porch. It was around 5 now, and the days activities were catching up to you. With a reserved breath, you rang the doorbell. As you stood there, you thought. What were you going to say? What should you start with? Your thoughts were cut off when you saw Madison open the door. Her eyes filled with shock and utter disbelief while yours filled with raw happiness and tears. "Madison.." you held back a sob. She quickly pulled you inside, closing the door and engulfing you in a hug. "Y/n?!" You let your tears fall, hugging her back. "Mhm.." she seemed utterly confused in a way that you understood and didn't understand. "I-i can explain everything, I promise." She nodded, and broke the hug to guide you to the couch. You placed your things on the floor and took in a deep breath. "Where's uncle Mark?" She blinked. "Oh, he's at work. I'm sure he'll be..surprised, to hear that your here."

You nodded. "Well...where do I start?" She tilted her head. "Maybe, explain how you're well...alive?" You blinked, before huffing. "Oh."

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes. "That was all fake. I was forced to go along with faking my death. By them." You hissed. "...them?" You looked to her. "Monarch." She seemed shocked. "What?" You nodded. "It...wasn't all of Monarch, I don't think so anyway. But because of the..titans behaviors, especially one in particular, they thought it would be best if they made the titans believe I was dead to get them to leave me alone." She seemed so utterly confused. It confused you too. "Leave you alone?"

"Yes...I don't know how to describe it, but a few of the titans...I think they wanted to kill me personally or something. One was actively seeking me out at one point...it was terrifying." You shivered at the memory. She took a deep breath. "Hold on."

She came back with water, which you gratefully accepted. "So, this whole time you've been alive? And they didn't think to tell anyone?" You could hear the anger in her voice and curled into yourself. "Yeah, I don't know why. I missed you guys a lot." Sighing, she stayed quiet for a moment. "How did you get here? If Monarch wanted us to believe you were..dead...I doubt they would drop you off here." You shook your head. "No, they didn't. I escaped."

"Escaped?" She said alarmed. "Well, yeah. I've practically been held captive at this outpost on some island for the past 3 years, I was a prisoner! I had to sneak my way out on a boat before I took the train here." She rubbed her face. You couldn't tell what was going through her head, but a worrying thought came to mind. "Please don't tell them. Please Madison," you grasped her hand desperately. "I-i can't go back. I don't know what they'll do to me." She grasped your hand. "I won't." She made eye contact with you. "I won't. I promise. I know what it's like, living in what feels like a prison." You could see her eyes drift. Taking a deep breath, you whispered a thank you.

"I never realized there was a darker side to Monarch than what my mother did..." you heard her mutter, and squirmed. You remember what your aunt did. How she also used you.  "If I can know, which titan was..after you?" You froze up, and felt a lump in your throat. She comfortingly squeezed your hand. "You don't have to answer-"

"G." Was all you could mutter. That got Madison thinking, because there was more than one titan that started with G. However, she knew one was dead, and another prominent one. She could feel a shudder run down her own spine at the thought of godzilla hunting her down.

"Alright, well, I think that's enough questions for now." She said, standing to head into the kitchen. "Any requests for dinner?" You shrugged. She huffed a laugh. "Very helpful."

After eating with her, you both enjoyed talking and watching a few movies. "When will we tell uncle Mark about me?" You questioned m, shoving another chip in your mouth. She shrugged. "Even if I called him he might not answer his phone." You curiously looked at her. "What's got him so busy?" That made her freeze up. "Well...ugh." She sat up fully and grasped your hands. "There's something you need to know. I know it's scary, but you deserve to know." You became worried.

"Uh....G, is currently attacking pinpointed locations, for seemingly no reason." Your eyes widened and your heart started racing. "But, I know that he's not doing it for no reason, and I doubt it has anything to do with you." You took a deep breath. "So...he's going all around the world looking for something?" She nodded. What if He came here? And saw you. "Well, if He's going to specific locations then He must sense that there's something threatening enough for Him to feel the need to eliminate it." You thought aloud. "Yes, but I just don't know what. And dad doesn't believe me." You took a deep breath in. "I do." Even though He scared the life out of you, all the exposure to Him and what those scientists had written down, you believed you knew a little more about Him than you'd like. "It'd have to be a threat to either Him or the natural order and balance. The last time that happened was...well, with you know..." She nodded.

"What could possibly be a bigger threat than they were?" That was the question you wished you could help answer. But even speaking of Him right now terrified you, like He would know that you were talking about Him. You could only hope that whatever the threat was, it was stopped before He decided to check this city out.

You couldn't handle it all again.

[itsmartysir]

Throwing people out of the map in cod! Pt. 1

[mehiwilldoitlater]

y/n meeting the child buddha for the first time: OUR son!! 🥰🥰

This is Y/N main concern right now...

[creamflix]

shiu kong x gn/m/f reader; established relationship (yalls r married!!), aftercare, mentions of smoking & ciggies – masterlist here ☆～（ゝ。∂）

the rhythmic patter of rain against the window creates a soothing backdrop, wrapping the room in a soft, cozy ambiance. you and shiu lie together on the bed, the sheets slightly askew, the aftermath of your earlier intimacy lingering in the air. his chest rises and falls steadily beside you, a contented smile playing on his lips.

as the rain intensifies, he shifts, reaching for a cigarette tucked away on the bedside table. you prop yourself up on one elbow, your brow furrowing playfully. “really? you’re going to smoke now? after all that?”

he glances over, a playful smirk on his face. “what? it’s just one little ciggie. besides, it’s raining. it feels… atmospheric.” he lights it, the flame illuminating his features for a brief moment before he draws in a deep breath, the smoke curling around him.

you pout, shaking your head. “you know it’s a bad habit, right? you promised you’d quit.”

“yeah, yeah, i know,” he replies, exhaling slowly, a cloud of smoke drifting above your heads. “i’ll quit soon, i promise.” his tone is light, but the mischief in his eyes suggests he knows he’s teasing you.

you roll your eyes, too tired to argue with your husband at the moment. “that’s a lie, shiu,” you say, but the smile on your face betrays your affection. instead of pursuing the topic, you nestle back against him, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body.

shiu chuckles softly, taking care not to let any ashes fall onto you as he brings the cigarette back to his lips. “don’t worry, babe, i’ll be careful,” he assures, glancing at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “wouldn’t want to ruin our cozy moment.”

“as if that’s the worst thing you could do right now,” you tease, snuggling closer, feeling safe and at ease in his presence. the rain outside continues to fall, creating a comforting rhythm that makes you feel even more relaxed.

“okay, okay, i’ll make sure it’s just us and the rain,” he replies, his voice warm and soothing. he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as he takes another drag, the smoke mingling with the scent of rain and your shared warmth.

you breathe in the moment, feeling grateful for the intimacy and the way the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you in your little bubble of comfort. the storm rages on outside, but here, with shiu, everything feels just right.

wanted to break the monotony of writing smut by indulging in a little wholesome shiu ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა the next post is going to be filltthyy, major warning. until then, please enjoy.

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