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drewsephrry · 3 days

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Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

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Warnings: drug abuse, dealing, cuss words

Summary: 1x06 when Ward kicks Rafe out of the house, he finds home somewhere else

A knock on her window awakened her from her deep slumber. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the window's direction, unable to see anything other than a man's shadow. She grabbed the lamp from her bedside table and held it as a bat before the knocks became louder. She slowly approached the window, pulling away the curtain only to find Rafe Cameron on the other side. She dropped the lamp and opened the window, helping him inside.

“Are you insane? What are you doing here?” She asked with furrowed brows, before noticing Rafe's tear stained face. Her face softened as she helped him sit on the bench under the window.

Truth is Y/N Y/L/N and Rafe Cameron weren't the best of friends, if you could even call it that. They had grown up together because their parents were business partners and ever since they can both remember they were always around each other.

Pool parties at Tannyhill paired with movie nights under the stars after Rose bought that outdoor projector.

4th of July parties at the Y/L/N's household barbecuing and when everyone was too busy or having too much fun, Y/N’s older brother, before he left for college, Rafe, Sarah and Y/N would steal beers and watch the fireworks from Y/N's bedroom balcony.

Midsummers with Rafe accompanying Y/N every year and always matching with each other, thanks to Rose and Y/N's mom.

Y/N only being allowed to extend her curfew if Rafe is the one driving her home, because according to her dad he is the only man he can trust with Y/N, besides her own brother.

And to make matters worse, as if they were not seeing each other enough already, Sarah, Rafe's sister and Y/N's best friend, started dating Topper, Rafe's best friend.

For the past two years, Rafe's attitude and energy had completely shifted for the worse. He was out partying almost every night, returning home drunk off his ass sneaking in with a desperate touron. He kept taunting and being mean to the Pogues, just because he and his family have power and money. But the main reason Y/N had decided to take a step back from him was because Rafe started doing drugs and eventually dealing. She was crushed when she saw him at Kelce's end of summer party, sniffing a white substance with a rolled dollar bill. The next morning, their parents and them were having breakfast at the Country Club and when she had the chance she yelled at him, lecturing him on drug abuse and dealing, but Rafe couldn't give a shit. He couldn't because he was high as a kite, with bloodshot eyes and trembling hands. Y/N ended up throwing her drink at him, telling him to wake the fuck up and she left.

She never considered him as someone to confide in or to hang out when she had no one else. And she thought that was the same for him. But seeing the way his whole body shaked and tears escaping his eyes, looking like a lost helpless puppy, she couldn't help herself but try to help him.

“What's wrong?” She whispered, sitting beside him on the bench, stroking his back in an attempt to calm him down. Rafe's head rested on his hands as he sobbed.

“You can talk to me Rafe” She tried as he continued crying his eyes out “Or not, if you don't want to. But I'm here if there is any way I can help.”

Rafe nodded, lifting his head sniffling. She got up and walked towards her ensuite.

“Where are you going?” He whispered. Y/N returned holding her tissue box, showing it off to him. She sat back down on the bench, handing it to him. He nodded his head, his way of saying thank you and blew his nose.

“Did something happen?” Y/N asked, as Rafe bit the inside of his cheek.

“I didn't know where else to go.” He confessed.

“What about Topper? Or Kelce?” She asked, scoffing.

“Fuck, I'm sorry Y/N. I shouldn't have bothered you. I shouldn't have come here. It…this was a mistake.” He stuttered, getting up as well and started pacing around the room.

“What are you talking about?” She asked but he never answered.

“Rafe, are you high?” She asked concerned and at the same time getting angry at him.

“What? No. I would never let you see me like that. Not again.” He seemed hurt. Truth is Y/N didn't know what she would do if he was. Would she throw him out? Would she try to sober him up? Maybe she would call Top to pick him up or maybe even Sarah. Maybe she would drive him home, herself. Even if she's not a good driver.

“Oh. Sorry.” She said, lowering her head feeling bad as Rafe shook his head.

“Can…is it okay if I crash here tonight?” Rafe finally asked. Y/N lifted her head, widening her eyes in shock.

The last time Rafe slept over at the Y/L/N household, he was 10. Ward and Rose had to go to the Bahamas for a business deal, so Y/N's dad immediately offered to let their kids stay at his house. The girls did their nails and braided their hair while the boys, Topper included, played with Y/B/N's Nerf guns running around and causing chaos. At the end of the night they all ended up watching a movie together and Y/N fell asleep on Rafe's shoulder.

“Yeah, sure. I can go prep Y/B/N's room for you, get you some clothes to change.” She got off the bench but before she could leave, Rafe grabbed her hand stopping her.

“Can I stay here with you?” He whispered, his eyes begging her to let him. Y/N's eyes couldn't tear away from their entangled hands until Rafe noticed and pulled away.

“Ye-yeah okay. We can do that, if that's what you need right now.” Y/N nodded her head and Rafe smiled at her, for the first time that night.

“I'll go grab you some clothes and be right back, okay?” She asked him, reassuringly.

“Yeah, yeah.” But before she could go, he grabbed her hand again, squeezing it.

“Thank you.” He whispered, making Y/N smile and then walk out of her room.

As she was searching for some clothes in her brother's bedroom, she couldn't help but wonder why he chose her. He had so many friends, he could crash at any one of their houses. Or he could just go home, his family wouldn't be awake and would never notice him sneaking in. Why did he say that this was a mistake? He wasn't high, so she thought that he made his decision consciously. Maybe he did. Or maybe he did not.

She walked back in her bedroom, finding him sitting on the edge of her bed. Her eyes focused on the lamp that was now back on her bedside table.

“You didn't have to put that back, I could have, on my own.” She exclaimed and Rafe chuckled.

“Honestly, did you think that lamp would save you from an intruder?” Rafe tried to hide his giggles.

“Shut up!” She groaned, joining him chuckling.

“Here.” She said, handing him the clothes.

“Thanks!” He got up and removed the blue collar shirt he was wearing.

“Woah. I-I umm can go to the bathroom. Give you some privacy.” Y/N closed her eyes with her hand, making Rafe chuckle once again.

“Y/N come on. It's not like you haven't seen me change before.” Rafe started unbuttoning his khaki shorts.

“Yeah, but still.” She replied, as she just turned her head away, while he was putting on the clothes she brought him earlier.

“I'm done. You can look now, princess.”

The nickname caused goosebumps rising on her skin. She looked up at him, finding him shirtless lifting the bed covers.

“Which side do you prefer?” He asked and she pointed at the right side of the bed, before he climbed on the left waiting for her to join him.

“You sure you want me to stay here with you? I can go to the guest room or the couch downstairs, maybe even the floor. I don't mind.” She started rambling.

“Don't be stupid. You'd seriously let me stay in your bed and you'd go sleep downstairs or on the fucking floor? Come on, Y/N.” He scoffed, patting the spot next to him. She nodded and approached the bed, getting under the covers.

“Well, good night.” She exclaimed, turning away from him facing the window he entered just moments ago.

“Good night.” He whispered, staring up at the ceiling. Y/N was trying really hard to fall asleep but knowing Rafe was in her bed, was making it very hard for her. She didn't want to bother him by tossing and turning, so she remained staring at the window.

“Can't sleep either?” He asked and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah.”

“He…he kicked me out.” Rafe whispered. Y/N's features scrunched up in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, turning to finally look at him. He was still staring at the ceiling.

“My dad. He kicked me out of the house.” He replied, making Y/N sit up.

“What the fuck? What do you mean he kicked you out? Why?” She was furious. She knew Rafe and Ward's relationship wasn't the best but she never could have imagined him kicking his own son out.

“He…it's not important.”

“Dude, what do you mean it's not important? Your dad just fucking kicked you out of your house!” She exclaimed, getting more furious.

“I think your parents didn't hear you well enough. Yell it once more.” He whispered sarcastically, making her grimace at him and whisper ‘sorry’.

“He found out about me dealing. That I owed Barry, my supplier, some money and we went there. He…Y/N, I…” He stuttered “I never seen him this mad. He was hitting and kicking him and I was terrified.” His body shook.

“Rafe…” she touched his arm, making him flinch “I don't know what to say.” She continued.

“Sorry, I didn't…I shouldn't have told you all this.”

“No, it's good you did. We're going to find a solution.” She touched his arm again, but this time he didn't flinch.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said, turning his head towards her, before she laid back down. Their heads facing each other, staring at the other's eyes. Y/N never had noticed how blue his eyes were, even in the dark room, only the moonlight highlighting his face.

“Why me?” She couldn't help herself but ask.

“What?” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Why did you come here? You could have gone anywhere but here. At Top's, at Kelce's, but you chose to come to me. Why?” Rafe gulped.

“Because I needed you.” He whispered, Y/N shook her head not understanding.

“I fucking love you. I have for so many years and I know it may not seem like it and I'm so sorry for making your life hell but I needed something to distract me from my feelings for you. And tonight, I felt like I needed you after what happened. It's okay if you don't feel the same way, we can just pretend like this never happened and I'll be out of your shoes tomorrow morning.” He confessed, shocking Y/N. She tried to find the right words as her mind processed what just happened.

“You don't have to say anything.” He exclaimed, turning around.

She put one of her hands on his cheek, turning him to look at her as her face approached his. Their noses touched as they breathed each other's air.

“Can I kiss you?” She whispered. Rafe stared at her plump lips before nodding as they closed the space between them. Her soft lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.

They pulled away, both panting with closed eyes.

“Get some sleep. Tomorrow, we're going to the Country Club for brunch. I'm paying.” Y/N said, hugging his body before falling into deep slumber.

A/N: hi, hope you like this small awful blurb i started writing a few weeks ago when i started rewatching obx for the millionth time. the ending is a little rushed, i know and i am so sorry for that but i was blocking so hard!!!

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tarotenchantress · 2 days

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Astro observations ptIV "am i stupid?" edition🧠

DO NOT PLAGIARISE MY WORK🚫

All these observation are my personal observations

Tw: brief mention of physical abuse

BY- tarorenchantress🧚🏻‍♀️

I made this post cause i toooooo, have been mocked for my intelligence alot. Alot of times.

Hello guyssss!!!! im back with another edition. In this one were gonna discuss the placements that may indicate that you underestimate you intelligence, or others do or others have called you stupid or mocked your intelligence or simply underestimated.

🧠 saturn in 3rd house, 9th house, aspecting mercury, in the houses of gemini, sag, in the degrees 3°,15°,27°.

[Saturn restricts and here's the thing, 3rd house governs your early childhood and learning imo. It also governs your schools and neighbours whilst on the other hand, 9th house governs travelling and higher education alongside your higher mind and religeon and faith and mercury needless to say determines your intellect and mind. Saturn rewards but creates a harsh environment and also and it also rules discipline. This placement indicates that you may have felt that you always had to work harder than your peers to achieve the same as them. It may akso indicate that no matter what you may have always felt inadequate and average at best. It may also indicate that authority figures may have been harsher with you or may have doubted your intelligence and neglected you or they may have been more attentive towards you than other students as they may not have alot of confidence in you. You may also see your peers travel before you but you may not even know the basics of travelling or may feel very stupid when it comes to how to travel alone and may have started travelling later than your peers. You may learnt hings later than your peers or they may have learnt alot of things before you . Like bitchhh i have saturn in 9th house right and heres the thing, i felt so stupid whenever i would travel with my friends cause they all could do it like booking the cab, going on solo trips with friends but i couldnt do that and hate travelling alone too. Like i would rather die than actually travel alone even though it intrigues me. 9th house also governs foreign travel snd i always wanted to go to abroad to study pyschology but not only did i never go abroad i alsooooo did not get to choose psychology and instead my parents made me choose law. Also indicates that you may have started speakinglater than your peers as saturn also delayss ]

🧠 asteroid nessus in 3rd house, 9th house, aspecting mercury, aspecting 3rd house, 9th house, in the degree of 3°,15°,27°

[I have nessus in 3rd house and growing up, i always felt neglected by my peers, by my teachers, my parents would mock me, call me names because i struggled to understand maths, i even got beat with a belt by my dad because i couldnt understand conversion in metric system and inches and geometry as well. Basically all of maths. I would avoid studying like it was a plague. I was also constantly compared with other students by my parents and would feel extremely insecure of other people scoring well. I also had horrible self esteem and wouldnt answer as i feared being mocked and the one time i did answer,the teacher looked at me and told me that it waas wrong snd then called me near the white board and made me solve it and i struggled too and my hands were shaking and everyone laughed at me😀like????? Bitch?????😀 oneof my classmates even called me weird so ig??? Fuck you too bitch, you were weird too😀

Nessus is where you are abused and picked on and how you do it to others

It may also indicate being compared to your sibling or the children you study with or the neighbourhood children.

It got better in highschool but bitch please. Never again.

Similar effects can be seen with 9th house as it also governs college and travelling, religeon and law. Like you may feel like you are dumb when it comes to travelling. Like you may not even know how to book tickets or do basic shit for travelling. It may also indicate that you may have a fear of travelling eventhough you see your peers do it. Alsoo, relegious study or things that require faith may make you feel stupid. ]

🧠chiron in 3rd house, 9th house, in the degrees of 3°,15°,27°, aspecting mercury, aspecting3rd house, 9th house in gemini, sag.

[I have mercury conjunct chiron and i was constantly attacked for my intelligence. Like people would just call me dumb esp my tuition teachers]

🧠 mercury or sun in pisces, cancer, aquarius, capricorn, mercury making negative aspects with saturn, pluto, nessus, 4th house, 12th house, aspe ting 12th house too.

[If you have any of these placements, you may have noticed that people tried to gaslight you or question your memory or you learnt things slowly or people did not understand your mind or you may have felt misunderstood by them and mocked. May indicate someone who was soft spoken, or considered weird esp pisces and aqua, someone who had issues taking a stand for themselves. Aqua mercs could have exerienced being mocked by their friends. These placements may also daydream alot as a form of escapism.

Like, i remember this guy i was studying with, he once said that his tuition teacher considered him stupid cause he "looked" like he did not understand anything and he would also ask the this guy if actually understood anything 💀 and he was the topper of grade for 6 consecutive years btww. Je was a pisces sun Oh most of the people i know who were extremely creative have these placements]

🧠 neptune aspecting mercury, neptune in 3rd house, 9th house, in the gemini degrees 4°,15°,27° , neptune aspecting sun, ascendant, mc, aspecting the 3rd house, 9th house, even 10th house

[Neptune tends to create confusion and haze in whatever area it is present. People with this placement may xonstantly feel as if they dont understand whatever theyre reading or learning, may have been "invisible" in school, may have been average in school, good with creative works and imagination, people may not have afixed perception about you or may be veryconfused about you. Your teachers or parents may feel very confused about you understanding the concepts, some may even say you "look" stupid.

Like i have neptune aspecting my sun and ascendant and i had my teachers say i look blank and lost. I also got the title of the "quiet one" in 8th grade cause i was too soft spoken and rarely opened my mouth]

🧠pluto aspecting 3rd house, 9th house, mercury, degrees of gem 3°,15°,27°, in gemini in sag, in 3rd house, in 9th house.

I have mercury conjunct pluto and i always had people attack my intelligence by calling me names as a "joke"

#astro community #astro observations #astrology #astro notes #mercury in the houses #degree theory #pluto in the houses #saturn in the houses #neptune in the houses #3rd house #9th house #gemini #saggitarius #aquarius #capricorn

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xazse · 3 days

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archon scara x devoted follower smut PLEASEEE I BEGGGGGGG PLEASE ☹️☹️☹️

KNEES

Synopsis: The Archon has allowed you to fulfill his desires.

Notes: HI!! I hope you enjoyed this, I see you left another request! I’ll get to it as soon as possible my love. Also I don’t know why I get carried away and make the writing longer than it should be? I hope you guys like when I do that. <333

Pairings: Archon!Scaramouche x devoted!femreader

Warnings: mean!Scaramouche + God!Scaramouche + a god complex to go along with it + mutual masturbation + snarky!reader + creampie + happy ending!!

Scaramouche was above the people who stood below him, bowing and offering him the last cent in their pockets, how easy it was to get humans to worship the ground he treads on. They’ll do anything to get his approval, some will kill for him, burn for him and even harm themselves if he had said to do it. He sat on his chair like he does everyday while his people brought him things he knows he’ll have his servants throw away or he’d let them keep the shit for themselves.

It’s a long line today, people must have been feeling extra grateful or they’re trying to cover sins they’ve been making. It’s a tired mantra of saying thank you’s and goodbyes as he watches them leaves all he can think is good riddance.

He isn’t paying attention to the next person stepping up because of his servant telling him something, the servant stops and stares in front of him, Scaramouche follows his line of sight and they settle upon you. In fact you’ve caught a few eyes with the attire you’ve decided to wear today, the outfits puts your breasts on full display, they look soft and inviting, all Scara can think is: Whore.

You put on your best smile and make your way towards his seat, holding your skirt up as you bow and offer him the sweet treats you’ve made. There’s a look in your eye that he likes, it’s badly full of lust as you brazeningly eye his body up and down, even taking the initiative to lick your lips so seductively. You’re bold, he’s never had a bold lady such as yourself outwardly showing off, you’re just trying to get him to fuck you.

You place the treats down and turn around to let the next follower go, Scaramouche makes sure to get a good look at your ass when you stand over to the side to watch the others finish giving their gifts. You don’t stop eyeing him for the rest of the evening.

When enough people have come past he announces that he’s tired and wishes to retire to bed, they leave one by one but you stand, keeping eye contact with him as everyone leaves. It’s just you left and his servant is about to dismiss you but Scaramouche is intervening and letting you stay. He also tells all his servants to leave.

Now it’s just you and him left.

“Such a little bold thing you are, letting everyone in the room know of your plans just by your body language alone.” He laughs as he allows you to approach.

“What ever do you mean m’lord” you shyly place your hands behind your back.

“Don’t get shy all of sudden, it bores me.” He ushers you closer allowing him to get a close up of you, of your body especially. “I’ve been swamped with protecting you lot, I think I’m owed something. Don’t you agree?” His smirk drives you crazy, you obediently nod.

You with no hesitation slip your arms out of your shirt and pull the front of your shirt down letting your breasts for his eyes to feast on.

You make sure to ooze confidence and he supposes he likes that, most women who offer themselves up are boring prudes who want a quick buck, but you, you look as though you only came to be fucked and thrown to the side, or maybe you’re planning on doing that to him instead.

“Lose it all, we’ll have no need for it anyway.” You quickly discard the dress to the side. “No panties? I wasn’t wrong about my assumption about you being a whore.”

You offer no answer, your lips don’t move but your hands start to roam your body, from the top of your chest to now rubbing your nipples.

“I see no need for foreplay woman, I want you now, you must’ve been wet from the moment you seen me no?” Cocky bastard.

“Unfortunately I was not sir.”

He raises his brow were you not eyeing him down like an animal in heat, he’ll let that comment slide. You continue to touch your breasts before making your way down to your cunt, softly rubbing inbetween your folds. Scaramouche can’t deny himself anymore and unbuttons his pants letting his cock free. Scaramouche is a short man but his cock tells a different story of not judging a book by its cover, his cock is of a great size, width and length. He begins rubbing himself in tandem with you, he can see how your fingers are already glistening with your cum.

He grabs your arm and tugs you forward, you fall flat on his lap. He fixes your body so you’re facing him. You kiss his neck from his ear to his shoulder blade, leaving colorful hickeys. He groans out loud, still stroking his cock but just the right amount, he wants to be inside of you when he cums. You kiss your way to his lips and lightly drag your tongue across them. The distraction allows for you to grab his cock and line it up with your hole, it slides in with a little bit of difficulty but nonetheless you take all of him.

You moan, his cock sits resting against your gummy walls, waiting for him to add stimulation. He grabs you by your waist and begins bouncing you, making sure to pull you all the way off then stuff you full.

“Oh… mhn…” you open your eyes to find Scaramouche staring at you, his eyes bore and burn into yours. His cock starts beating against your sweet spot and you jump, feels so fucking good the way it directly hits against it, it’s hard to control the way your thighs quiver and shake.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” “I’ve been told by women from all around that my cock is something to behold, wouldn’t you agree?” He snarls in-between baited breathes, he could hardly get the sentence out with your pussy clenching down on him.

“The same applies to me, no?” You mock him. He slams you down hard enough for you breath to get caught in your throat, enough for a lewd moan to slip from your lips. He grabs ahold of your boob and guides it to his mouth, sucking on it, licking your nipple, that doesn’t last long enough, he pops off the nipple to rub at your clit.

He flicks it and even pinches it, getting an annoyed reaction out of you. You hold on to the side of his chair like throne and begin bouncing on his cock all by yourself. The combined pleasure has your stomach clenching.

“Fuck- m’so close.” You’re like a rabid animal chasing after your high, your vision seems spotty. His shaft keeps throbbing inside of you every-time you take a moment to rest. You lift up one more time before coming down. Your body convulses and you’re gasping for air, his fat cock has you cumming and whining. You’ve soaked his abdomen In your juices. You’re slumped ontop of him attempting to put yourself back together.

He gives you a moment of clarity, he moves fast when he starts fucking you again, your pussy being filled with him once more. The gross mixture of your cum creates nasty noises which bounces off the walls when your hips meet his. You let him use you to the fullest extent, mumbling in his ear on how full you feel and how good his cock feels. Though he already knows that but he likes his ego to be stroked.

His hands find their way to your ass, gripping the flesh hard in between his fingers as he uses it as a leverage point to slam you down more firmly, oh he was definitely cumming inside you.

You start kissing him with pure tongue, sucking on it and dragging it into your own mouth, he once again lets you. He uses his own tongue to lick the drool that’s starting to seep out of your mouth: it’s so damn dirty and lewd.

“Oh god- m’cumming inside you.” He slurs out in between the messy kisses. He stands up while still holding you, he keeps bucking his hips up into you. He stills and buries his cock deep inside of you, his balls tighten in a way it almost fucking hurts, moaning with no shame he finally cums, you can feel his sticky cum filling you, it feels so gross but in the same sentence you want to experience it all over again. He falls back into his chair with you still settled in his lap.

“Mm….” He pants out enjoying the best orgasm he’s had in a while, you make a move to leave his lap but he keeps you against his chest, “don’t even think about it, I’ll be keeping you close to me.” You obediently nod.

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chosok-amo · 2 days

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JJK HEADCANON : THEIR REACTION WHEN THEY KNOW YOU LOSE ONE ARM FROM THE SHIBUYA ACCIDENT

satoru gojo, suguru geto, nanami kento, ryomen sukuna

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!!

PART 02? ANYONE?

MASTERLIST!

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

When Satoru Gojo is finally freed from the Prison Realm, he initially feels an overwhelming sense of relief and determination to set things right after being trapped for so long. However, as soon as he sees you, his heart drops at the sight of your missing arm. His usually confident and carefree demeanor is replaced by a mixture of shock, pain, and guilt. “Satoru...” you begin, but he quickly closes the distance between you, gently taking your remaining hand in his. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, his voice trembling. “I should have been there. This... this is my fault.” You shake your head, trying to reassure him. “It's not your fault. We all did what we had to do.” But Gojo’s eyes, usually so bright and full of mischief, are clouded with sorrow. He pulls you into a tight embrace as if trying to shield you from any more harm. “I promise,” he murmurs against your hair, “I won’t let anything like this happen again. I'll protect you, no matter what.”

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Suguru Geto, having recently arrived at the aftermath of the Shibuya incident, surveys the devastation around him with a calculated gaze. His eyes narrow as he searches for any remaining threats or allies. Then, his heart stops when he spots you, lying in a pool of your own blood, one arm missing. For a moment, he's frozen, disbelief and shock paralyzing him. “No...” he whispers, his voice barely audible. He rushes to your side, dropping to his knees beside you. “Hey, stay with me,” he says urgently, trying to keep his voice steady. He quickly tears a piece of his own clothing to create a makeshift tourniquet, wrapping it tightly around the stump of your arm to stem the bleeding. His hands are shaking as he works, a rare display of emotion breaking through his usually composed exterior. “You're not going anywhere,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “I won't let you die here.” As he continues to apply pressure to your wound, his mind races, filled with a mix of rage and desperation. “Who did this?” he growls, his eyes flashing with anger. “I swear, they will pay for this.” But his anger is quickly overshadowed by concern as he looks down at your pale face. “You're going to be okay,” he insists, trying to reassure both you and himself. “We'll get you out of here, and we'll fix this. I promise.” His voice softens, a rare tenderness creeping in. “Just hold on for me, alright? I'm not losing you. Not now, not ever.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

After the crossfire, when the dust has settled and the immediate danger has passed, Nanami Kento finally allows himself a moment to breathe. He surveys the aftermath, his expression grim. The chaos of Shibuya has taken its toll on everyone, but his focus remains on finding you. When he finally sees you, propped up against a wall, clutching the stump where your arm used to be, a wave of relief and sorrow washes over him. He quickly strides over, his usual calm exterior barely masking the concern etched on his face. He kneels beside you, his eyes scanning your injuries. “How are you holding up?” he asks, his voice steady but tinged with worry. He can see the pain and exhaustion in your eyes, and it makes his heart ache. “You did well,” he continues, his tone firm but gentle. “You survived, and that’s what matters right now.” He carefully checks your makeshift bandages, ensuring they’re still doing their job. Nanami takes a moment to look directly into your eyes. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” he says quietly, his voice heavy with regret. “But I’m here now, and I’ll make sure you get the care you need.” He signals for medical assistance, and as they arrive, he stays by your side, offering support and reassurance. “You’re strong,” he repeats, more for himself than for you. “We’ll get through this.” Despite his composed demeanor, Nanami’s mind is a whirlwind of emotions. Anger at the enemies who caused this, guilt for not being there to prevent it, and a fierce determination to ensure your safety from now on. As the medics begin their work, he remains a steady presence, his hand gently resting on your shoulder. “You’re not alone,“ he says softly. “And you never will be, as long as I’m around.“

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

The Shibuya incident left a trail of devastation that seemed endless. Amid the wreckage, the realization dawned on Sukuna, the King of Curses, that the chaos he had unleashed had also ensnared you, the person he had grown surprisingly fond of in his own twisted way. He had reveled in the destruction, the power coursing through him, until he saw you—wounded, your hands gone, the realization hitting him like a hammer blow. When he approached you, lying against a crumbled wall with your hands wrapped in bloodied bandages, his eyes, usually filled with cruel amusement, were now dark and intense. The sight of you, broken and suffering because of him, sparked a rare flicker of something close to regret in his crimson gaze. You looked up, recognizing his form despite the pain and the haze. “Sukuna,“ you whispered, your voice weak but unmistakably tinged with relief and confusion. “What have you done?“ His jaw tightened, the usual smirk absent from his face. He knelt beside you, his presence overwhelming and intimidating as always, but now there was a new, unsettling intensity in his eyes. “This wasn't meant for you,“ he said, his voice low and laced with an edge of anger—anger directed at himself. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the turmoil. “It still happened,“ you replied, your voice strained but steady. “I got caught in it.“ He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek with an unexpected gentleness. “I didn't intend for you to be hurt,“ he admitted, the words heavy with an uncharacteristic sincerity. “This is not what I wanted.“ Despite the pain, you managed a faint smile. “Intentions don't always match outcomes,“ you said softly. Sukuna's expression hardened again, the flicker of regret replaced by a determined resolve. “I won't let this happen again,“ he vowed, his voice a dangerous promise. “I will find a way to fix this.“ For the next few days, Sukuna stayed closer to you than ever before. His presence was both a shield and a reminder of the power and chaos that surrounded him. He kept others away, ensuring you had the space and safety to begin your recovery. His usual arrogance was tempered with a fierce protectiveness, an unspoken acknowledgment of his role in your suffering. One night, as he sat beside your bed, his gaze never left you, you reached out with your bandaged stumps, resting them on his hand. “I know what you are,“ you said quietly. “But I also know what I see in you.“ He looked at you, the usual mockery absent from his eyes. “And what do you see?“ he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper. “A monster with a heart,“ you replied, your gaze is steady. “A heart that cares, even if you won't admit it.“ His grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, a rare sign of vulnerability. “Then I'll use that heart to make sure you're never hurt because of me again,“ he promised, his voice filled with a deadly resolve. As the days turned into weeks, Sukuna's presence became a constant in your life. He protected you with a ferocity that left no room for doubt, his actions speaking louder than any words. He was still the King of Curses, but now, he was also the one who would do anything to see you safe and whole again.

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memysoulandi · 2 days

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Jason Grace, so much potential...

Actually this goes for the entire lost trio. The AMOUNT of TRAUMA these three had and the potential for character development they had too is UNREAL, yet nothing was done. Let us begin my personal beliefs

Leo:

-Delve into his trauma of his remaining family deciding he was the devil at age EIGHT and refusing to take him in-abandonment issues

-Have his constant feelings of invalid-ness and being the unneeded member of the seven be corrected by giving him CLOSE FRIENDS HE PIPER AND JASON NEED TO BE CLOSER AT THE VERY LEAST and conversations when he realizes he is wanted and needed

-Don't have Calypso storyline in there-he didn't need a girlfriend to solve his problems, if you have it, have it as good friends-another member of his support group

-Make him gay and have valgrace or slowburn/implied valgrace(the two of them pining then like kinda tragic as Leo dies)

Piper:

-Have her lesbian storyline occur in HoO where she's a main character-it's an important storyline for her character that deserves a spotlight and time that ToA couldn't give it

-No Jiper! This relationship was toxic and founded on fake memories-if you're going to do it, do it as a part of her LGBTQIA+ journey and Jason's as well

-Don't have her demonize femininity! She can wear dresses! She can wear makeup! She can present more feminine and still be the same character and her hatred of any and all things feminine is not good representation! Make her a feminist, please! Or at least make her less against femininity as a whole.

-No kaleidoscope eyes! Give her brown eyes and also have her rediscovering her culture storyline as a part of HoO too!

Jason:

-Make him a better fighter than Percy. He has been at Camp Jupiter since the age of three and spent a year with wolves before then. He has spent his entire life in a military setting training, he should be a better swordfighter than Percy 'I show up to summer camp at age 12 to 16 and only really use my sword then' Jackson.

-Give him more powers. Or Percy less. Children of the big three should be equal in potential power, not Percy being OP and the others having lightning or shadows powers some of the time. Percy needs less power and Jason, Thalia, Hazel, and Nico need more. Jason should have more power than Percy as he has had longer to train it.

-Give him a personality. His storyline in HoO should be a journey of self-discovery. He has always been another member of an army, with constant pressure on him to be the best at everything and a strong confident leader who doesn't make mistakes as a son of Jupiter. His entire life has been dictated by those around him. For the first time, he is free of that and he needs to be discovering things like how he likes to dress, his style, his sexuality, his likes and dislikes, and his personality. In my opinion he should be kinda shy with a feral edge, side effect of the wolves, who is always trying to people please. When he stops doing this, he becomes significantly happier and a greater use to the team. Plus valgrace;D.

-Also, make him despise Percy at the beginning. He worked his entire life to be an afterthought that nobody looked for when he went missing for months, while Percy was looked for by everyone after only a few days. Percy achieved everything he wanted in a matter of weeks in New Rome and he was happy and had friends and a life. Percy has everything Jason doesn't. They need to have a moment where they are locked together and Percy goes "why do you hate me" and Jason breaks down because "You have everything I want and you don't even have to try!". This would create a better relationship for them and be the turning point for Jason as Percy hears what he has to say and validates him. Also Jason personality.

-Don't kill him off and continue his self-discovery journey in ToA.

-Make him and Thalia have a closer relationship that in the months between TLH and TSoN, it is implied that they spend time together. He should feel safe with her and they needed more interactions as they are SIBLINGs, god damit.

-Make him and Reyna just friends-she wanted to look for him but couldn't 'cause Octavian(the bitch) and someone needed to be Praetor in his absence.

-Also give him history with Octavian-ex-friends or something give me drama.

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honeytonedhottie · 2 days

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all about role models⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁

FIND ROLE MODELS ;

its important to have people that u look up to. people with similar morals and values as you and people who have achieved things that u want to achieve, or things similar to what u want to achieve.

you can find mentors or role models or, simply look up to people even if u dont know them personally. for example one of my role models is kimora lee simmons. i look up to how effortlessly glamorous she is and how much of an amazing business woman she is, shes also a biracial woman just like me.

find traits in ur role models that u already have, whether thats interests, talents, physical similarities etc.

finding role models helps to give u inspiration. something important to remember though is to emulate, NOT imitate. use their qualities and achievements as motivation to discover and develop your own individuality.

for this post im going to focus on one of my role models, the wizard liz because this is a mindset based post...💬🎀

STUDY THE MINDSET OF UR ROLE MODELS ;

their conception of self ; the wizard liz has high standards for herself because she knows her worth. because of that she won't settle and she doesn't let herself get walked all over.

something that liz has said in her videos before was to be okay with people misunderstanding you. dont go out of ur way to get worked up just bcuz someone sees something in a different way then u do.

her conception of self continued ; in another video she says to "make a list of tough situations that you've handled in the past and what skills you used to handle them". she has a lot of trust and belief in herself and her abilities

after taking notes on the mindset of ur role models (like so) i can see what resonates with me and what doesn't, i can see clearly ways in which we are similar and ways in which we are different.

WHAT ABOUT YOU? ;

take time to formulate ur own opinions. take time to think, "hey what do i think about this" without the influence of others views or opinions what do u think originally. grow comfortable with thinking for yourself.

trust ur gut feelings and intuition

be confident in ur own mind and trust that you have the ability to make the best choices for yourself.

another thing, grow comfortable with asking yourself for advice. something that i realized is that often times when we ask others for advice, we already know what we should do but we wanna hear it from someone else but its important to just ask urself some times.

"what do i rly want" or "what is the best thing for me to do" are things that u should be asking urself instead of asking others. dont let others peer pressure you into thinking the way that they do. THATS NOT TO SAY DONT BE OPEN MINDED, THATS NOT WHAT IM SAYING. but im saying think for urself first.

SOME OF MY ROLE MODELS ;

kimora lee simmons - successful business woman, biracial queen, effortlessly glamorous

beyoncé - passionate about her talents and recognized as one of the best in her industry

wonyoung - smart, beautiful, and unbothered queen

jennie - so talented and radiates major it girl energy

britney spears - popstar queen, her music is AMAZING and her energy is palpable

bella hadid - empathetic beautiful human being who speaks up about things that society wants to be silent about

megan thee stallion - educated queen, such a hard worker, strong even when everyone is against her, talented and confident

paris hilton - used the image that the media portrayed for her to make a profit, marketing and business genius, gorgeous and cunty

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I think the only reason for Izu to not see the corruption anymore even when he is a prime victim of it...it's bc of bk. Really. Hori went out of his way to make BK "it's not so bad" and did the same for us, AIZAWA and Endy.

Hori shut the victim's voice.

I can say with confidence here...all Izu's issues in writing and outside steem from BK's existence and how much Hori loves him.

Bc there no excuse for a person who was abused 12 years given or take to be so naive. Izu defending ua and Aizawa is baffling as Aizawa wanted to expell him day 1

Izu worshipping am is baffling as am doesn't deserve his adoration bc the man did the abre minium (and that is better than what Inko, his mom, did)

Izu liking A1 is baffling too since they are siding with the abuser.

MHA is a story where the abuser won.

Izu is silent

Shiga is put down bc he is the bad vicitm.

Yeah, the way MHA treats its victims as opposed to its abusers is... Mind boggling.

Touya's backstory retconned so much of the Todoroki lore and anyone can see it was an attempt to make Endeavor look more human. And in the process, Touya and Rei were demonized even more

Bakugou gets sympathy and admiration from everyone. Izuku gets made fun of and ignored. Even when someone does show concern for his well-being, it's either a) never talked about further or b) made into someone else's- Bakugou's- moment

Dabi's reveal ended up resulting in the rest of the Todorokis supporting Endeavor, not a word about Rei's pain or trauma. Nope, she's just there to help Endeavor's redemption

Hawks and Nagant were turned into child soldiers and forced to kill by the HPSC. Do they get autonomy or retribution? Never. Hawks continues to be their brainwashed soldier and Nagant fades into the distance. Even worse, Hawks is used to prop Endeavor's- another abuser- redemption

Eri escaped her abuser so she should be healing in peace, right? WRONG. She mutilates herself for the so-called heroes

Izuku loses OFA, only to comfort Bakugou who's devastated by this for whatever reason even though he was the one who made Izuku feel worthless for being quirkless in the first place

Kotaro is a grown man who purposely abused his children, right? But screw that, Nana is to blame even though she did what she did to protect him. And also, no one told him to abuse his kids

The only ones who are treated fully as abusers are AFO and Overhaul. But, well, we know what a disaster AFO was and how terribly Tomura towards the finish was written so it really didn't matter in the end, did it?

#mha critical #bnha critical #tw abuse #touya todoroki deserves better #izuku deserves better #hawks deserves better #lady nagant deserves better #eri deserves better #nana shimura deserves better #anti bakugou katsuki #anti endeavor #anti enji todoroki #anti kotaro shimura #rei todoroki deserves better #ask

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Leather Twink: Part 3

We arrived at the address listed on the flyer, and sure enough, the sounds of laughter, music, and deep voices filled the air. The BEAR party was in full swing, and I could see men of all sizes, all sporting beards and leather gear. John, still in Kevin’s twinky body, seemed nervous but determined.

-“Remember, we have to be smart about this,” I said to him as we approached the entrance. “If Kevin sees us coming, he might run.”

-“Got it, Miss Johnson. Just keep an eye out for my body. I’ll recognize it anywhere,” John replied, his high-pitched voice contrasting sharply with his serious tone.

We walked into the party, and the atmosphere was both welcoming and intimidating. As we made our way through the crowd, I couldn’t help but notice the curious glances aimed at John. Kevin’s skinny frame and youthful looks were clearly out of place among the burly, rugged men.

-“Keep looking around,” I whispered. “He’s got to be here somewhere.”

We wandered through the party, and finally, I spotted him—John’s body, or rather Kevin in John’s body, standing near the bar, laughing and chatting with a group of men. He seemed to be enjoying himself, completely at ease in John’s strong, hairy body.

-“There he is,” I said, pointing discreetly. “How do you want to handle this?”

-“Let’s confront him directly,” John replied, his eyes narrowing. “He’s had his fun. Now it’s time to switch back.”

We made our way over to Kevin, and as we approached, he noticed us. His eyes widened in surprise, but then he smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

-“Well, well, well. Look who decided to crash the party,” Kevin said, his voice deep and confident in John’s body. “Enjoying your new look, John?”

-“Cut the crap, Kevin,” John snapped. “We’re switching back. Now.”

Kevin laughed, a rich, hearty sound that didn’t match his usual demeanor. “Why would I do that? I’m having the time of my life. I mean, look at me! I’m a hit here.”

-“This isn’t a joke, Kevin,” I interjected. “You can’t just steal someone’s body and think it’s okay. We’re here to make things right.”

-“And how do you plan on doing that?” Kevin sneered. “It’s not like you know how to reverse the spell.”

-“Maybe not, but you do,” John said, stepping closer. “And you’re going to do it, or we’ll make sure everyone here knows exactly what you did.”

Kevin’s smirk grew wider, and he leaned back against the bar, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest. “You really think you can threaten me, John? Or should I call you Kevin now?” He laughed again, enjoying the power he wielded in John’s body.

-“You can’t just keep his body,” I insisted. “It’s wrong, and you know it. We’ll figure out a way to reverse it, even if you won’t help.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you’ll try, Miss Johnson. But why would I give up this? Look at these muscles,” he said, flexing his arms. “And this beard? I finally look like a real man, not some scrawny kid.”

-“This isn’t you, Kevin,” John said, his frustration evident. “You don’t belong in my body, and I don’t belong in yours.”

Kevin shrugged. “Well, that’s just your opinion. Personally, I think I’m doing a great job filling your shoes. Or should I say, your harness?” He chuckled, patting the leather strap on his beefy chest.

-“This isn’t funny!” John’s voice cracked, high-pitched with anger. “Give me back my body, Kevin.”

-“Nah, I think I’ll keep it for a while,” Kevin said nonchalantly. “Besides, you’re the one who should get used to your new life. Being young and fit again isn’t so bad, is it?”

John clenched his fists, but I stepped in, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. “Kevin, this isn’t just about you. Think about what you’re doing to John. He can’t live your life, and you can’t live his. It’s not sustainable.”

-“You’ve had your fun, Kevin,” John said, his voice wavering with anger and desperation. “You don’t understand what it means to live in this body, my life. Give it back, now.”

Kevin shook his head, still smirking. “Oh, I understand perfectly. That’s why I’m keeping it. Look at how everyone here respects me, looks up to me. I’ve never felt anything like it.” He ran his hands over his biceps and furry chest, admiring his reflection in a nearby mirror. “And you? You get to see what it’s like to be the small guy for a change. Maybe it’ll be good for you.Besides I have plans tonight, and they involve this body.” He winked at us, a mischievous glint in his eye''.

-“Kevin, please,” John pleaded, his eyes wide and earnest. “This isn’t fair. I can’t live your life. I’m not you.”

-“You’ll manage,” Kevin said dismissively. “Besides, it’s not like I’m leaving you with nothing. You’ve got youth, flexibility, and all that energy. Maybe you should learn to appreciate it more.”

-“Kevin, this has to end,” I said firmly. “You can’t just hijack someone’s life. It’s wrong, and it will catch up to you.”

Kevin shrugged again. “Maybe it will, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to enjoy myself.” He turned away, heading back towards the crowd of admiring men. “See you around, John. Or should I say, Kevin.” As Kevin disappeared into the throng of partygoers.

Kevin strutted through the party, reveling in the newfound respect and admiration he garnered in John’s body. The heavy bass of the music thrummed through the floor, vibrating through his powerful frame. As he walked, he felt the eyes of the men around him, envious and appreciative. It was intoxicating.

Kevin made his way to the men’s room, feeling an urgent need to relieve himself. He pushed open the door, the noise of the party muffled instantly. The restroom was a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere outside—quiet and dimly lit. He approached the mirror, turning to face his reflection.

“Damn, I look good,” he muttered to himself, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

He flexed his biceps, admiring the rippling muscles under the skin. His new beard added an extra layer of ruggedness, something he’d never been able to achieve in his own body.

“This is how I was meant to be,” he thought, running his hands over the coarse hair covering his chest and stomach.

Kevin then turned to the urinal, unzipping his jeans. The sensation of his new equipment.

''Oh boy I'm loving this thing too much''.“I finally look like a real man,” he said to his reflection, a smirk playing on his lips. “Who knew being a Bear could feel this good?” He flexed again, admiring his broad shoulders and powerful chest, covered in a thick pelt of hair. “Man, I’m a beast,” he said, chuckling to himself.

Just as he was finishing his moment of self-admiration, the door swung open, and John stormed in, his eyes blazing with anger. The sight of his own former body behaving so arrogantly made his blood boil.

-“Kevin!” John’s high-pitched voice echoed off the tiles. “We need to talk.”

Kevin turned, a smug expression on his face. “Oh, look who’s here. The twink trying to act tough.” He stepped closer to John, towering over him.

“Face it, John. I’m stronger than you, more respected, and better looking in this body. What do you have to offer? Look at you, all scrawny and hairless. How does it feel to be in that skinny twink body, huh? You know, I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to have all this power. Being the big, strong bear of the neighborhood. And now that I have it, I’m not in any hurry to give it back.”

-“You don’t understand what it means to be me,” John snapped. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Kevin’s eyes glinted with amusement. “I think I’m handling it just fine. Maybe you should get used to being at the bottom of the food chain for a change.” He chuckled, looking John up and down. “Literally.”

John’s patience snapped. He lunged at Kevin, pushing him against the wall. “You can’t just take my life!” he shouted.

Kevin, using John’s superior strength, easily shoved John back. “Oh, really? Because it looks like I already have.” He moved forward, grabbing John by the collar. “Maybe you should learn your place, little man.”

John struggled against Kevin’s grip, his smaller body no match for the brute strength of his former one. But his determination didn’t waver.

“This isn’t over, Kevin,” he growled. “I will get my body back.”

Kevin smirked, leaning in close. “I’d like to see you try,” he whispered, before shoving John away and turning back to the mirror. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to in your body!.”

John watched, helpless and furious, as Kevin turned his back on him. He could see the pure enjoyment Kevin took in his body. John lunged again, grabbing Kevin’s beefy, hairy chest with both hands, trying to pull him back.

“You’re not walking away from this!” he shouted, his fingers digging into the dense hair and firm muscle.

Kevin growled, the sensation of John’s hands on his chest sending a shiver of unexpected pleasure down his spine. He shoved John hard, sending him stumbling back against the wall.

“You think you can fight me?” Kevin taunted, flexing his chest muscles, the hair bristling under his touch.

“I’m a man now. You’re just a bottom twink.”

John’s face flushed with anger and humiliation. “I’m still me, and I’m not giving up!” He charged at Kevin again, this time managing to land a punch on Kevin’s jaw.

Kevin staggered but quickly recovered, his new body’s resilience surprising him. He grabbed John by the shoulders, easily lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the wall.

“You’re out of your league, John,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Face it, you’re at the bottom now.” Kevin still held John firmly against the wall, his new muscles rippling with power. He smirked down at John, who struggled weakly in his grip. The contrast between their bodies was stark—Kevin’s newly acquired, rugged, hairy frame and John’s lithe, smooth-skinned one.

“You know, John,” Kevin said, his voice a low growl, “you should really get used to this body. Because you’re going to be in it for a while.”

Kevin pressed his lips against his, kissing him forcefully. John’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of his own rough beard brushing against his smooth fneck. Kevin’s hands roamed over John’s slender frame, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. The musky scent of sweat and cologne filled the air. John’s mind raced, a mix of anger, confusion, and an unsettling thrill coursing through him. He tried to push Kevin away, but his smaller body was no match for the raw strength he once possessed. Kevin’s hands moved down to John’s waist, pulling him even closer, their bodies pressed tightly together. John could feel the coarse hair on Kevin’s chest rubbing against his smooth skin, an alien and disconcerting sensation.

Kevin broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker. “How does it feel, John? To be kissed by your own body? To be held by these strong, hairy arms?”

“You’re sick, Kevin,” John struggled to catch his breath, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and something he couldn’t quite identify.

Kevin laughed softly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Oh, I’m just getting started.” He leaned in again, his lips brushing against John’s ear. “You might as well enjoy it. After all, this is your new reality.”

John felt a shiver run down his spine as Kevin’s breath tickled his ear. He hated how powerless he felt, how easily Kevin could dominate him in this new form. Kevin’s hands moved up to cup John’s face, forcing him to look into his own eyes.

“Look at you,” Kevin murmured, his voice soft but filled with condescension. “So weak, so smooth. You’re nothing like the man you used to be. I am.”

Summoning all his strength, he pushed back against Kevin’s chest, trying to break free from his grip. Kevin tightened his hold, his smirk widening.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he taunted. “Not so fast. I think you need to learn a lesson about what it means to be (at) the bottom.”

The thick hair on Kevin’s arms and chest scratched against John’s soft skin, and the scent of sweat and leather filled his nostrils, overwhelming him.

Kevin slapped John's twinky ass before ramming his old thick cock deep into him, making him yell.

Both were moaning, the grunts and growls keeping them going. Kevin’s powerful thrusts left John gasping, his smaller frame unable to resist the overwhelming force. Kevin's muscles flexed with each movement, dominating John’s former body with a ruthless intensity.

Finally, with a low, guttural growl, Kevin released his load deep into John. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and humiliation that left John trembling. Kevin dropped John to the ground with a grin on his face, standing over him triumphantly.

"You see, John? This is what it means to be on the bottom," Kevin sneered. "You better get used to it."

"And don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that," he taunted. "I know this body well. I know what turns it on. Maybe deep down, you like being on the bottom more than you thought."

John watched, helpless, as Kevin strutted out of the restroom. He could feel the sting of Kevin's words, the humiliation of being dominated in his own body. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of determination well up inside him.

''That fucking Twink!''

John walked out of the restroom, tired but his mind racing. He needed a plan, something more than just brute force. He found Miss Johnson waiting for him near the bar, her eyes filled with concern.

-"What happened in there?" she asked, her voice low but urgent.

"Kevin happened," I replied.

As John and Miss Johnson navigated through the pulsating crowd at the BEAR party, they noticed a makeshift dance floor in the center of the venue.

Kevin had seamlessly integrated into the atmosphere, drawing attention with his newfound physique and confident demeanor. John clenched his jaw, feeling a surge of frustration and determination. If Kevin wanted to flaunt his stolen body, John would show him what true ownership looked like.

Without hesitation, John stripped off his shirt, revealing his slender yet defined torso. Miss Johnson looked at him with concern. This was a battle that needed to be fought on every front.

Kevin noticed John's bold move and smirked, his eyes gleaming with challenge. He, too, removed his shirt, exposing his rugged, hairy pecs as he made them bounce and bounce. The contrast between them was undeniable, but John refused to be intimidated.

Kevin smirked, his eyes locking onto John's with a mix of challenge and amusement. "Well, well, well, look who's ready to dance," he taunted, his voice carrying over the pounding beat. "You might have lost your body, John, but can you keep up with me ''boy''?"

The dance battle escalated, each dancer feeding off the energy of the crowd. They circled each other, mirroring movements and responding to unspoken challenges. The spectators held their breath, caught up in the electrifying tension between the two men.

Kevin smirked, his voice a low growl over the music, “You sure you can keep up in that scrawny body of yours, John?”

''Watch it old man'', “I’ll show you what real agility looks like,” he shot back, his voice steady with determination.

As the music reached its climax, John and Kevin converged in the center of the dance floor. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their chests rising and falling with exertion. With a shared glance, they launched into a synchronized finale.

The crowd erupted into applause!

To Kevin's surprise, John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Kevin's big, hairy body. Kevin tensed at first, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture.

"What are you doing?" Kevin asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

John looked up at him with a soft smile. "Your big, hairy body is made for cuddles," he replied simply.

Kevin hesitated for a moment, then relaxed, his arms instinctively wrapping around John in return. As they held each other, Kevin felt the softness of John's head against his chest, the silky strands of hair tickling his skin. John nestled against his broad, hairy chest.

"Yeah," Kevin agreed quietly. "Maybe my former body wasn't so bad after all."

Miss Johnson watched them with a gentle smile.

"Okay, let's do this," Kevin said finally, pulling back slightly but keeping his hands on John's shoulders. "I think I know how to reverse the spell."

John nodded, a mixture of relief and anticipation washing over him. "Let's give it a shot," he replied, his voice tinged with optimism.

They faced each other, hands clasped together as Kevin began to recite the incantation. The air around them shimmered with a faint glow, the magic of the spell weaving through the space between them. They could feel the energy swirling around them, a tangible force that seemed to bridge the gap between their bodies.

As Kevin finished the incantation, a brilliant flash of light enveloped them both. John felt a tingling sensation wash over him, a strange yet familiar feeling.When the light faded, they opened their eyes simultaneously, staring at each other in astonishment.

Kevin blinked, looking down at his own hands, then up at John. "We… we're back," he murmured.

John touched his own face, feeling the familiar beard and the contours of his own body. A grin spread across his face as he realized the truth. "Man, it's good to be back," he said, his voice filled with relief as he made his pecs bounce.

''Dude stop that doing that I just left that.'' Kevin glanced at John with a twinge of disappointment.

"I, I kind of liked having your bear body," he confessed with a small grin. "But I guess I'll just have to get used to my own again."

John chuckled, punching Kevin lightly on the arm. "Don't get too attached next time," he teased. "You've got your own body to love."

As they rejoined the party, the music and laughter surrounded them once more. Kevin and John shared a relieved smile.

You know, Kevin," John said, "we should hang out more often."

"Really?! Yeah, I think that's a great idea, John… "I guess I can't miss your body too long, huh?

John laughed, shaking his head. ''Maybe I should lent you it some times, temporarily ofcourse. I bet being back in your own skin feels pretty good."

Kevin nodded, "It does, but I have to admit, your body had its perks too. Kinda grew on me."

John raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Oh yeah? Enjoyed the bear life, huh?"

Kevin chuckled, glancing down at John's sturdy frame. "Can't deny it. It was nice having all that strength and fur. But," he added with a grin, "I think I'll stick to being a twink for now."

John laughed heartily, clapping Kevin on the shoulder. "Fair enough. It suits you."

As they bantered, John shifted slightly, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "You know, speaking of bodies, I gotta ask—why does my ass feel so sore?" He turned to Kevin, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Kevin's grin widened mischievously. "Oh, well, you might want to get that checked out by a doctor," he replied teasingly.

John's irritation was palpable. "Seriously, Kevin, what did you do with my body while you were in it?"

Kevin held up his hands defensively, still smiling. "Hey, nothing harmful! Just had a little fun, you know? Went to a party, danced a bit

"Danced a bit? That's it?"

Kevin chuckled, nodding. "Well, let's just say your body got a workout."

''A few hours earlier''

THE END

#male body swap #male body switch #old to young #young to old #Leather Twink: series

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zaczenemiji · 1 day

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Curtain Calls and Curveballs I

Kenji Sato x Reader

Synopsis: In your high school years, you and Kenji Sato are fierce rivals, constantly competing for top academic honors and excelling in your respective extracurriculars. Little did you know, you rivalry would take an unexpected turn.

Word Count: 1,836

Genre/Warning: Coming of Age, Enemies to Lover, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn

Author’s Note: A lot of you have been requesting for an enemies to lover themed fanfic so here’s a two-part one made for y’all <3

MASTERLIST

“Anyone can pretend to be someone else.”

“Well, it doesn’t take much brainpower to throw a ball.”

How could you forget the feud that started it all? Your spot as a top-ranking student back in high school was suddenly disturbed by the arrival of a certain Japanese student.

You didn’t mind it at first, only perceiving it as a challenge that would lead to the betterment of yourself. You know, kinda like what they say—smooth seas never made a skilled sailor thing.

But little did the teen you know that Kenji Sato would become a force of a tsunami in your life.

The little frowns when one scored higher than the other on quizzes became a competition that was the backbone of your interactions—the core aspect of your enmity.

The two of you were naturally gifted students with too much competitive spirits. Your performances were closely monitored by peers and teachers who eagerly anticipated the next round of test scores to see who would come out on top.

Needless to say, your little rivalry became a show that everyone liked to watch—a TV drama that keeps them glued on the couch, and a baseball game that keeps them at the edge of their seats.

What started as frowns became bickers and a constant exchange of provocative teasing. A day at school wouldn’t be complete without exchanging sarcastic remarks with one another.

“Better not mess this up, (y/n). Wouldn’t want to lose those precious extra points,” Kenji said in one of your chemistry labs.

You rolled your eyes as you set up your titration apparatus. “Don’t worry about me, Kenji,” you replied. “Just make sure you know the difference between an acid and a base.”

Despite the academic rivalries, your favorite thing to one each other up on despite being on totally different sides of the scale, is your clubs.

With Kenji being the star of the baseball team and you the leading actress of the drama club, the two of you were set to speak at the pep rally to represent your respective team and club.

“And now, let's hear from our star pitcher, Kenji Sato!”

Kenji steps up to the microphone, flashing a confident smile. "Thanks, Mr. Principal,” he said. “Our team has been working hard, and we're ready to bring home another championship. Let's hear it for the baseball team!”

The crowd roared with approval. Sports enthusiasts loved Kenji and he is definitely the face of sports in your school. That’s one thing you couldn’t argue about. You’ve been trying to name a player better than him at school but unfortunately, there was none.

Kenji stepped back and the principal proceeded to introduce you, "Next, we have our leading actress, (y/n) (l/n), to tell us about the upcoming play."

You strode to the microphone, poised and charismatic. "Thank you, Mr. Principal,” you started. “This year's play, 'Romeo and Juliet, is a labor of love for the drama club. We've poured our hearts into it, and we hope you'll all come to see it.”

“Break a leg to the baseball team, and we hope to see some of you at the theater!" You added.

The crowd cheers again, though with less intensity than for Kenji. Kenji leaned over when you stepped back beside him.

“Break a leg, huh?” He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. “Isn’t that a bit risky for an actress?”

“It’s tradition,” you smirked. “Besides, I'd like to see you try and memorize Shakespeare."

Kenji laughed, "Maybe next time. For now, I'll stick to throwing strikes."

A week after the pep rally came Kenji’s game.

He winded up and delivered a fastball that struck out the batter, securing the win for his team. The crowd erupted in applause, chanting his name.

On his way to the locker room, he comes across you. He saw you in the bleachers earlier, watching with a critical eye.

“Enjoyed the show, (y/n)?” He asked, smirking.

“It was fine, I guess,” you said, rolling your eyes. “If you’re into that sort of thing.”

Kenji chuckled, “Don't worry, I'll save a seat for you at the next game.”

"I'd rather spend my time watching paint dry,” you said, crossing your arms. “Good luck with that, though."

A few days after the game came the premiere of the school's production. Every time the curtains rose, you stopped out not as (y/n) but as the character whom you portrayed—Juliet.

After the final act, the audience gave a standing ovation. You took a bow, eyes scanning the crowd. At the back, you spotted Kenji clapping politely.

You basked in the praises of the director and your friends for the job you did well. As you exit the stage, you find Kenji waiting in the wings. “Not bad,” he said, raising his brows. “For a drama nerd.”

You smirked in return. “Glad you could tear yourself away from the baseball field to appreciate some real talent."

"I figured I'd see what all the fuss was about,” he chuckled. “You didn't disappoint."

"Is that a compliment, Sato?” You asked, eyes narrowing playfully. “From you?”

“Don’t get used to it,” Kenji shrugged. “Just calling it like I see it.”

At home, after the drama club’s play, Kenji told his mom about you. He told her about how good you actually were at acting. He planned on leaving mid-performance but you kept him glued to the spot he was watching from. He may or may not have ditched his baseball training that day.

“You seem to know her well,” Kenji’s mom commented to which he retaliated with “To defeat your enemy, you must know your enemy.”

On the other hand, Kenji’s compliment played rent-free in your head. It overshadowed the director’s and the others’ compliments like they didn’t matter.

This situation went on for years in the span of time you spent in high school. Classmates and friends became used to the everyday sarcastic remarks and insults you hurled at each other.

What they didn’t know were the subliminal messages in every interaction.

They didn’t know about how Kenji often finds himself trying to perform exceptionally well whenever he knows you are watching. He’d throw an extra-fast pitch or make a particularly insightful comment in class, hoping to catch your attention.

They didn’t know that his playful teasing was a way to keep the banter alive to be able to engage with you regularly. They didn’t know that in a crowd of people, Kenji would always look for you. He watches your reactions to see if you’re impressed.

They didn’t know that you genuinely attended Kenji’s baseball games to see him do well. You’ll clap and cheer, albeit more reservedly than the die-hard fans, keeping your enthusiasm in check.

They didn’t know how you defend him from others, from those who would speak badly of him regardless of what he did. They didn’t know how you took note of his class attendance and lent him notes from classes he missed due to training.

The two of you did all these while outwardly maintaining the rivalry. Then one day, before you two knew it, graduation season was right around the corner.

One bright and sunny afternoon in the school gym, a large banner hung above reading "Graduation Ball Partner Reveal." Students crowd around a bulletin board, excitedly searching for their assigned partners.

This was one of the school’s antics to add some excitement to the graduation ball by randomly pairing students as dance partners. You heard other girls overtly expressing their wishes to be paired with Kenji.

With a grin, your friend turned to you, “Who do you hope to get, (y/n)?”

"Anyone who can at least manage to keep up on the dance floor,” you shrugged.

"I heard they really mixed things up this year. Could be anyone!" Another friend said.

When the crowd began to disperse, you and your friends made your way to the bulletin board. Scanning the list, your eyes widened as you saw your name next to Kenji’s.

“No way,” you muttered. “This has to be a mistake.” Just as you were processing this revelation, you heard a familiar voice behind you, "Looks like we're stuck with each other, (y/n)."

You turned to see Kenji standing there, a mix of amusement and surprise on his face. “Of all people, it had to be you,” you said crossing your arms.

“It’s not like I rigged the draw,” Kenji chuckled. “Why would I wanna be paired with you?” He asked like he didn’t want it.

As the night of the graduation ball drew nearer, the two of you agreed to be truces for one night.

A week later, there in the same gym, stood you at the edge of the dance floor. That night, the gym was a glittering wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights and elegant decorations that turned the mundane space into a ballroom fit for a fairytale.

“You look amazing, (y/n),” your friend nudged you. “Kenji's going to be blown away."

Scoffing, you replied, “If he even shows up.”

Just as you finished speaking, Kenji appeared, looking dapper in a sharp suit. He spotted you and made his way over, a confident smile on his face.

“Hey, (y/n),” he said. “You look… wow.”

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks as your heart began beating faster. All the earlier pettiness gone the moment you saw him.

"You clean up pretty well yourself, Sato,” you replied, barely a whisper.

Kenji extended his hand, a playful glint in his eyes. "Shall we?" He asked.

Taking his hand, you let him lead you onto the dance floor where you two fell into step, finding a rhythm despite the initial awkwardness.

“So, truce for tonight, right?” Kenji asked. You nodded, smiling, “Only for tonight.”

You danced in silence for a few moments, the reality of the situation sinking in. “I never thought we’d end up here dancing,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Neither did I,” you replied. “But maybe it’s not so bad.”

“You mean you’re actually enjoying my company?” Kenji chucked.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Don’t get used to it.”

As the dance continued, the tension between you two began to melt away. You two talked about your plans after graduation and for the first time, you saw each other as two people with dreams and aspirations; not as an obstacle in the way.

“I want to go pro. In baseball,” Kenji said. “I've got scouts interested, and I think I have a real shot."

Your eyes widened slightly. "A professional baseball player, huh?” You replied. “I can see that.”

“Thanks,” Kenji grinned. "It's been my dream since I was a kid. What about you? What's next for you after we toss the caps?”

"I want to be an actress,” you answered. “I've been accepted into a drama program, and I'm going to chase that dream as far as it takes me."

That being said, you two will most likely be going to separate schools in college. Or so you thought.

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PART TWO

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tarotwithlove · 7 hours

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PICK A CARD ⭒ HOW WOULD YOUR CELEB SP VIEW YOU IF YOU EVER MET?

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

BOOK A READING WITH ME · LINKTREE · 18+ PATREON · SUGGEST A PAC TOPIC · TIPS ♡ tips, bookings, and feedback are highly appreciated!

GROUP ONE

cards · ten of wands, queen of pentacles, queen of cups, page of pentacles, five of pentacles, the hanged man

channelled songs · randy by dolly parton. obsessed with you by central cee. i’m so by miyavi. the first taste by fiona apple.

hey there group one ♡ the celebrities that come to mind are zayn malik, seulgi, irene, and gigi hadid - so this may be someone who is part of a duo or a group. or someone whose fame is firmly tied to someone else, such as a parent or sibling.

your celeb sp will view you as quite shy, at least at first. and as someone who speaks without thinking or who speaks very quickly, often to the extent that you only realise what you’ve said a moment or two after you’ve said it.

for example, you may say something awkward or something that could be taken differently from how you intended -- and only realise or such two sentences later, if not a day or two later.

you and your celeb sp may meet in a professional environment, or in an environment where your career, dreams, and prospects come up, so as a result they will view you as very career-oriented. or through a solely professional lens.

they will view you as a good business partner and as someone they would like to work with, collab with, or buy from. someone who they would like to proudly and loudly support -- especially as you seem like someone with the plan and ability, but not the resources.

GROUP TWO

cards · the emperor, page of cups, the moon, two of cups, king of wands, king of pentacles.

channelled songs · what a difference a day makes by dinah washington. freedom flowers by liu fang. patricia by florence + the machine. danza kuduro by don omar.

hey there group two ♡ your celeb sp may be an influencer instead of a traditional celebrity. or your celeb sp may be a bodybuilder or athlete, all as sam sulek is the person that immediately comes to mind.

they will view you as attractive. you may have a nice body or a nice figure that has your celeb sp fawning all over you -- almost in a “how do i get like you?!” way, or in a way that shows how much respect they have for you and the work you have done on your body, to get your body to look and/or perform a certain way.

you may end up talking a lot about one specific topic (fitness, fashion, sport). so much so, that time almost gets away from you. and your celeb sp will view you as someone knowledgeable about this specific topic, and as someone who can provide stimulating conversation -- such stimulating conversation that they have been missing from their life.

GROUP THREE

cards · ten of swords, six of pentacles (reversed), ace of swords, queen of cups, page of pentacles (reversed), the hierophant.

channelled songs · what it is by amy winehouse. the feud by the front bottoms. like that by future, metro boomin & kendrick lamar. for my lover by tracy chapman.

hey there group three ♡ your celeb sp may be an actor, and you may meet when they are going through a particularly rough patch.

they may reach out to you if are a healer -- in any capacity, like a therapist, spiritual healer, tarot reader, yoga teacher, etcetera -- so you may take on a teacher/guide role in your celeb sp’s life, and they will view you as such.

your celeb sp will view you as someone that they can rely on. as someone who is extremely wise, and actually as wise beyond your years. as someone who they can wholly trust and confide in, and who can be depended on to always make them feel better about their life and their future. primarily about their future.

your sp may feel very lonely because of their high status and they will view you as the one reprieve from all of their loneliness.

GROUP FOUR

cards · seven of pentacles (reversed), the hierophant, queen of wands, the tower, king of swords, seven of swords.

channelled songs · ric flair drip by offset & metro boomin. sky by spillage village. so much love - interlude by 112. i like you by got7.

hey there group four ♡ your celeb sp may be a korean celebrity or an idol (korean or japanese idol in particular), or they may be a voice actor. you may meet through a blind date or a dating app, but this is more likely a meeting that was orchestrated by outsiders/a third party who wants you to meet each other. who thinks you two will hit it off.

your celeb sp will right off the bat be very attracted to you. they’ll look you up and down as you enter the room and think about how much they have to thank the person who set you two up -- a view point that will only be emphasised as the date goes on.

they will, from this very first meeting, view you as marriage material. you may not be your celeb sp’s usual type, but they will still view you as hopelessly beautiful and hopelessly captivating.

they will view you as charming, and intriguing, and will want to get to know you as much as they possibly can get to know you. which is good as they will also view you as a good conversationalist, with whom they have good rapport and could talk to for hours.

#**#tarot #pick a card #pac #tarotblr #tarotonline #tarotcommunity #tarotcreator #witchblr #witch of color #divination #channelled messages #channeled messages #spirituality #spiritualism

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spencersfavouritebookmark · 2 days

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Hi, Rossi's sister likes Reid and flirts with him a lot before asking him out and he is very shy.

HIIII! I was kind of busy so I’m really sorry if this seems rushed but I finished it!! Please tell me if you want a part two :)

Word count: 1k

Content: pure fluff!! You’re rossis younger sister at a regular fbi house party

Hope you enjoy x

You loved being invited to your older brothers parites, granted they weren't as lively as the clubs you frequented with your friends. Another advantage of these parties is getting to tease the FBI's favourite resident genius.

Although Spencer isn't the kind of guy you'd normally go for, there's something so much better about him than any other man you've ever met. He's quiet, almost known for standing in corners and observing. And he knows everything, and it's ot even like he's just reeally humble about it, he's just clueless about how amazing he is.

Currently, Spencer is mingling in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. He looks bored, scanning the crowd with a mixture of resignation and mild curiosity. His expression lifts when you approach.

"Hey," Reid says softly, running his fingers through his messy brown curls.

"Hey, pretty boy." You reply teasingly, sipping from a large glass of some sort of fancy italian wine.

Despite having hears the nickname hundreds of times, he can still feel himself blushing a little when it comes from your mouth. It's not the alcohol, either, it's just the way you say it.

"You know. I have a name you can use instead." He mumbles, struggling tomaintain eye contact as his cheeks flush a gentle pink.

"Pretty boy is more fitting." You smirk, placing your wine glass down and leaning back against the counter that Spencer is also leaning on.

Reid shifts a bit awkwardly at your response. He really hated how easily you made him flustered. He also knew you did it deliberately, just to get a rise out of him.

"It's really not." He says with a huff but he can't help the small smile appearing on his face. He places his now empty coffee cup down next to your wine glass.

You've always known that his self confidence was a little low, everyone knew. But you didn't realise that he was blatantly oblivious to his own looks. "Hey, now that's not fair. You don't think you're pretty?" You ask quietly, looking into his eyes for confirmation.

Reid sigh softly, the tips of his ears and his cheeks blushing an even deeper red. He knew he was blushing, he could feel the heat in his cheeks. He looks down at his feet, avoiding your gaze.

"Please don't call me pretty... It's embarrassing." He mutters, running a hand nervously through his hair to try and distract himself from the way you look at him.

You feel a pang in your chest at his words and you move to stand in front of him instead of beside him. "Don't you go all shy on me now, Spence." I say with a smile.

Reid glances back up at you reluctantly. He finds it a lot harder to avoid the eye contact when you're standing directly in front of him now, His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest at having you so close, he can't help but blush even more.

"I- I'm not being shy-" He stutters out, his eyes shifting nervously around everywhere but your face.

"I know I'm not a profiler but I can tell when you're lying." I smirk "What makes you so nervous?"

Reid groans internally. He hates how easily you could read him, you probably knew him better than he knew himself. He swallows down a lump in his throat, trying to calm his heart which is hammering in his chest.

"You know why I'm nervous..." He mutters, his cheeks still red. Although was avoiding eye contact, it felt like his senses were heightened with you so close to him.

Spencer takes a shaky breath as he feels your eyes on him, his heart continuing to race in his chest. His nervousness rising due to the close proximity between the two of you. He swallows hard before shifting his gaze back up to your face, his eyes focusing on your lips for a moment before looking back up into your eyes.

"Can I ask you something without you teasing me..?"

You nod gently, silently encouraging him to say what he wants to say.

Reid nods slightly, his cheeks still a rosy red from blushing.

He shifts awkwardly on his feet for a moment before speaking.

"You... you don't really think I'm attractive... do you?" He asks, looking away from you again nervously. His voice is quiet, almost as if he was embarrassed to ask such a question.

"Spence" you giggle softly "Of course I think you're attractive."

You straighten his tie for him, in hopes that the closeness will help him to open up a little more. Your eyes lock in on his eyes, a sense of stillness filling the space between you.

"Come out with me for dinner tomorrow night?" You ask abruptly.

Reid tenses up slightly when you touch his tie, the touch of your hands feeling like fire against his neck and sending pleasant shivers down his spine. He takes a breath before his eyes lock with yours. For a moment he forgets everything else just disappeared from existence, leaving just the two of you behind.

"I... what?" He splutters

Reid's brain short circuited for a moment, needing a second to process your request before answering your answering.

"D- dinner?.. With you?"

Reid continues to look at you, disbelief on his face as he processes your question. He swallows hard, looking flustered and caught off guard. He wasn't expecting you to ask him on a date, sure he had wanted to ask you out for ages but he always thought you were out of his league and you didn't think of him that way.

"You... you want to go on a date?.. With me?"

He repeats, just to confirm that what he heard is true.

"Of course I do." You smile softly, gently taking his hand in yours.

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rieamena · 3 days

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i dont care what ANYBODY SAY and if its self-indulgent but I KNOW that INO TAKUMA LOVES BLACK GIRLS i can feel it in my soul

contains: ino having a major crush on you, non-sorcerer au, black!fem!reader working at a cafe, nanami & ino are more friends than mentor/mentee

wc: 1.2k

ino who is star struck when he walks into the cafe that he was meant to meet nanami at for lunch and sees you. your bright smile as you tend to a customer lights up the cafe, going beautifully with your skin. the way you move with grace and confidence behind the counter captivates him, making it impossible for him to look away. he’s completely entranced by the warmth you give in your interactions with everyone. he finds a suitable table and sets down his things, his eyes never leaving you. you finish up with your current customer and consider walking over to take his order but hesitate, noticing that he must be waiting for someone.

ino who's eyes accidentally meet yours and he starts freaking out. texts nearly every group chat he's in, frantically typing, "GUYS WHAT DO I DO!!! OUR EYES JUST MET..... GUYS??? HELLO???" his phone lights up with multiple teasing and encouraging notifications, but none seem to be helpful in the moment.

ino who musters up the courage to walk up to the counter and order a few things from the menu hanging above your head. he lies and says he's not sure what to get, asking for your input instead. "i recommend the vanilla strawberry trifle cake with our signature iced honey lemon tea!" you pointed to the cake in the display next to you. ino hums in approval, "i'll get that then!" you entered his order into the screen before you, looking up when you heard your name. "y/n? is that right?" ino tilted his head, eyes on your name tag. "yeah...!" you beamed before collecting yourself, signaling to the card reader at the edge of the counter. "it's pretty, just like you."

ino who immediately taps his card and runs away to his table, silently begging for nanami to come quicker, his heart dropping when he sees nanami's "i'm going to be late." text. his head goes straight into his hands, unbelievably embarrassed. you watch him retreat, a soft smile on your face and turn to start preparing his order.

ino who sulks for 30 seconds before realizing that this is the perfect opportunity to get to know you a bit more. he sends a picture of the menu to his colleague and within seconds got a reply. "i'll have a croissant with black coffee, thanks. be there in 15." taking a deep sigh, ino walked back to the counter, playing with his hands. feeling someone's presence, you yelled out "sorry! i'll be right- oh its you!" walking over to where he was, you continued speaking, "is everything okay? wanna change your order?" ino shook his head and signaled behind him, "no no! i'm ordering for my friend." friend?, you thought, eyes looking past him and at the table he claimed. "but there's no one there?" you looked up into his eyes and ino could've sworn his heart skipped a beat. looking back, as if he expected nanami to randomly appear, he laughed, "yeah, you're right. he's running a bit late, though it would be better to just not come at all." "why's that?" you continued preparing his order, pouring ice into a glass. "well our lunch break ends soon..." ino pauses, checking the time, "in like 20 minutes or so."

ino who tries his best not to laugh as you whip your head around to look at him. "20 minutes?!?! oh my god..." you finished making his tea and quickly moved over to the display to cut him a generous piece of the cake he ordered. slice of cake and glass of tea in hand, you walked back to the man, placing it in front of him. "here ya go... sorry about that. what would your friend like?" the man's gaze was directed slightly above your eyes. "your hair... it got out of place..." shuffling to find the nearest reflective surface, the man continued to speak "wait...! i got you. don't worry!" he pulled out his phone, opening the front camera and turning it towards you. peering into the device slightly, you fix your sections and the decorative scarf on your head. "thank you for that....." your voice trailed off at the end, needing something to complete your thought. ino took a few seconds but ultimately understood with a big smile on his lips. "ino."

ino who finds it hard to not self-destruct when he hears his name on your lips. "thank you for that ino, and for that compliment from before too." he chokes on his breath, violently coughing afterwards. "yeah...! uh, no problem! just calling it how it is..." he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "if it helps, i think you're pretty cute yourself!"

ino who finds himself coming back to the cafe every day. never forgetting to order something extra for his friend. "let me guess, a black coffee and croissant for nanami?" ino softly laughs and nods, and you give him the pastry and drink that you prepared ahead of time. "yeah but im off today. i'll just be dropping it off at the office." "wait..., you're here on your off day? isn't your job super stressful? why dont you relax at home?" "being able to see you is relaxing. how could i miss a day of conversation with the prettiest girl in the world?" you stared at him, feeling heat rise to your face. "do i look good?" "good?" ino questioned. "baby, you're stunning." he pouted, thinking that you might be feeling insecure in the moment. smiling and letting out a sigh, you corrected yourself, "no i mean, does my hair look okay? my clothes look straight?" you gave him a quick 360 as you smoothened out your work uniform. ino silently ohhed as he searched your form for any imperfections. "nope! nothing out of place." "thanks, wanted to make sure before i do this." ino stayed silent and you took that as an okay to continue. "okay... i can do this... uh ino, can i... have your number?" you stared at his expressionless face before burying your head in your hands.

ino who thinks something is up when you give him that request. "y/n, did you read my mind last night?" "what?" your eyes met his and they widened when you found ino already looking at you. "last night, i told myself that i was finally going to ask you out but here you are beating me to it!" you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding and giggled. "well, since i beat you to it." you unlocked your phone and created a new contact, handing it over to ino. he briefly poses for the contact photo and saves his number in your phone. giving your phone back, he speaks. "on one condition." "which is...?" you put your phone back into your apron pocket, smiling coyly. "i get to take you on a date?" ino's tone was soft, unsure if his advance was going to land the way he wanted. "of course you can."

ino who turns away from you and begins celebrating as if he's invisible. he does multiple yes! motions before abruptly stopping, collecting himself, and turning back to you. "so uh, your shift ends in 30, right?" ino glanced at the clock, his forearms resting on the counter, bending over slightly. looking at the small digital clock on your right, you nodded. "i'll wait for you then."

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Mr. Gentleman (18+)

[This is pure fiction.]

pairing: Joshua x reader warnings: office romance, smut..

I had passed the interview a few months ago and started working as an employee at a big company. Finally, I was financially independent, and I'd bought my big girl apartment recently.

Someone at the office had caught me eye the past month, one of my colleagues told me his name was Joshua and he was the "gentleman" of the office. He was extremely attractive, with a smile always on his face, interacting with everyone as he wished each person a "good morning" before he sat down at his desk.

By the afternoon, he had his sleeves rolled up and working non-stop. He looked confident yet he was so polite and kind to everyone unlike me. I was someone with anger issues and if people were rude to me I'd most likely return that attitude.

He even helped other colleagues do their work when they asked him. I wondered if he was ever tired of working and helping others at the same time.

Luckily, I never had to ask him for help. I could finish my work by the end of the day and then go home. I had barely interacted with him even though he was my crush for a while.

Today, my colleague Sophie had invited all the colleagues out for dinner. It was around 7pm, we all were sitting down at a table in an expensive restaurant which Sophie had chosen.

Everyone had a glass of soju in their hands, except me. "Why aren't you drinking Y/n?" Sophie asks.

"Oh it's ok, I get drunk easily." I say.

"Come on, we don't do this often. Have a drink, we can call a taxi later. Don't worry." She says.

She hands me a drink and I think about it for a while before finally taking a sip of soju. Today was Friday and I didn't have to get up early for work tommorow. So I guess it'd be alright to drink.

"Let's play a game." One of the colleagues suggested.

They decide to play spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to give a truth or dare to the other person.

The bottle spins, this time being Sophie's turn, it lands on Hoshi another colleague. Sophie asks truth or dare and Hoshi chooses dare. Sophie says, "I dare you to kiss the person you're most attracted to in this room."

Hoshi gets up from his seat, his cheeks were pink clearly indicating that he was drunk. He starts walking towards our side of the table and sits down right next to me. His face slowly comes closer to mine and he asks, "May I kiss you?"

"What?" I ask. Hoshi wasn't a close friend and I didn't have much interaction with him at the office. I only greeted him everyday as far as I can remember.

His face starts coming closer as a hand stops him from reaching my lips. I look up to see Joshua holding out his hand between our faces.

"I'm sorry, he's drunk. Come on get up Hoshi." Joshua says as he picks up by his arm and walks him back to his seat.

Soon, the game continues for a while after the awkward silence ends. It was like everyone had started acting like they were sober after Joshua had stopped Hoshi from kissing me. Hoshi was sleeping at his table next to Joshua who was looking straight at me.

I tried to ignore his gaze as I engaged myself in conversing with Sophie. We were talking about our love lives which was non-existent for me. But Sophie had an ex-boyfriend who she kept talking about for the next hour.

{...}

The dinner was over and so were the games. Everyone was sleepy and ready to go home. Sophie had her phone in her hand as she booked a taxi. We waited outside the restaurant for the taxi to arrive, but when it came they were already people inside the car.

"Oh shit. I booked a shared taxi by mistake." She says.

The driver opens his window, "Miss, you won't get many taxis at this time. It's already late."

"That's ok. You can go Sophie, I'll book one for myself." I say.

"Really? Are you sure, Y/n?" She asks. I nod and ask her to get in the taxi. After we say bye, I sit at the taxi stand searching on my phone. The driver was right, I'd have to wait for a while to find another taxi.

The app was showing finding driver for the past few minutes. How much longer would I have to wait?

"Are you waiting for a taxi?" I hear a familiar voice. Joshua's voice.

I nod, "Yes, but it's gonna take a while before I find one."

"If you want, I can drop you off. I brought my car here." He says.

I take some time to think before I reply. Would I be fine with being in the same car as my crush? But its better than waiting here for an hour.

"That'd helpful, thank you so much." I say.

"Let me bring it out of the parking. I'll be back in a minute." He says.

As he leaves to get his car, I look at his outfit. The black shirt looked especially hot on him. But, thinking about a colleague like this was probably wrong. I only see him at the office and he might have a girlfriend already.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard Joshua's car horn. He got out of his car and opened the door. Even though, he drank a lot he seemed like he knew what he was doing. I got in his car and soon we were on our way.

{…}

I wake up to Joshua's voice, "Y/n we're here." I had slept in his car, the result of drinking too much.

"Thank you so much, Joshua." I say as I remove my seat-belt.

I open the door and try to get up, but suddenly I feel dizzy. I place my hand on the door handle trying to see where I'm going but the headache doesn't let me get up.

Joshua comes out of the car and runs to my side. "Are you ok?" He asks.

"It's fine, I just feel a little dizzy." I say.

Suddenly, two arms are lifting me up. I'm being carried. With me in his arms Joshua starts walking to the lobby. He asks me for my unit number and we enter the lift. Waiting for the lift to reach my floor, I close my eyes. I embarrassed myself in front of him.

We reach my apartment and Joshua helps me take the key out of my bag. He gently places me on the sofa and sits down next to me. His hand reaches out to touch my forehead, checking for a fever.

"You've a slight fever." He says. He looks around the open kitchen to find a towel and places it under the sink.

He puts the wet towel on my forehead. I slowly open my eyes trying to adjust to the light. My head is still spinning, but looking at Joshua's face makes me calm down. My hands go up to his face and I touch his cheek. His hand comes to rest on my hand, "How're you feeling?" He asks.

"You're so kind, always helping everyone." I say. He smiles.

But, his smile soon fades away as my face comes closer to his. My lips are about to reach his, "Y/n, what're you doing?" He asks.

"I like you. Like a lot. I've liked you since I joined the company. Seeing you everyday makes me happy." I say. Even I don't know where that confession suddenly came from, I guess it's the alcohol allowing me to speak so openly.

There is silence between us. His brain trying to process what I just said. I wait for him to maybe leave or disapprove.

Instead, I feel his lips against mine as he places his hand on my cheek. The kiss doesn't last long and I open my eyes to see him so close. I could see his pretty face so close.

"I like you too, Y/n. You may not have realised, but you're the only one who's attention I want. Even at work, I catch myself always looking at you." He says.

We stare at each other for a while. He liked me? What was there to like about me?

His lips are suddenly on mine again, this time more needy. He deepens the kiss as he comes up on the sofa, on top of me. His hand comes and holds my wrists together on top of my head as our tongues are battling for dominance.

“Can I take you to the bedroom?” He asks. I nod and I’m being carried again in his arms as puts me on the bed and crawls on top of me.

Our lips chase each other as I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him even closer. His hand rests on my neck and he starts placing wet kisses on my jaw down to my collarbones.

He helps me unzip the dress I was wearing for the office dinner. He puts it on the mini sofa next to my bed, knowing it must be expensive.

He lets me take off his shirt and I can't help but stare at his muscles and defined abs. I want to kiss them.

I push him down on the bed, him being under me was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His messy hair, swollen lips and his powerful gaze. He had me under a spell.

I start placing kisses from his neck down to his abs. My lips slowly trail down his chest to his crotch where I come face to face with the evident boner.

He nods, "Help me unzip it, baby." He sounds needy. When I unzip them his hands reach down to grip the sheets.

I take his pants off along with his underwear. It was too big, would it fit inside me?

"Fuck." He curses as I take him in my mouth. This is first time I heard him swear and gosh he sounds so hot.

I lick the tip and move my hand along the base, was I doing it right? I take him deep in my mouth as he moans at the pleasure. “Is this your first time doing this baby?” He asks.

I nod my head as I’m unable to say anything. His head his thrown back and I could see his Adam’s apple moving looking up. His hand comes down to hold my jaw and he makes eye contact with me as my mouth is stuffed with his cock.

Suddenly, I'm being pushed down on the bed. "Can I touch you?" He asks, his eyes full of desire.

His hands reaches the waistband of my panties and pulls them off. As I nod, his fingers find my clit and he draws slow circles. His fingers speed up and my eyes close on their own.

His fingers slowly enter me and all of a sudden I feel his wet tongue on my clit. He draws circles from his tongue, sending pleasure through my whole body. He switches to flicking his tongue and then drawing circles again and again until I see stars.

I pull him towards me for a kiss as he comes up from between my legs. His hands on my thigh as kisses me back, I could taste me on his mouth.

He looks at his cock rubbing against my clit and he slowly enters me making us both moan. I hold onto the bed frame as he goes deeper inside me. His hips snap forward and he speeds up as we both go into a different world.

His lips chant my name and soon we both are undone and lying on the bed, cuddling.

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