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[wannaeatramyeon]

Samuel Seo x Reader: Thankful

G/N. Sammy spiralling and soft.

Deep down, Samuel knows that it's not on you to cater to his ego. It's not on you to fix him.

To lift him up when he spirals and plummets. When the fragile thread of his sanity loosens and he nosedives.

Yet he still looks to you. Reaches out, clings on. Using you as his anchor and his beacon, praying that his demons doesn't get to you too.

Doesn't understand the things you see in him, why you want to be with him. How could you, when he doesn't even like himself.

You give him a million reasons. You push through your lips quivering and eyes watering. You smile and plead for him to see what you do.

But how can you compare a king to you? Someone that holds his universe in the palm of their hands?

How can he ask you to settle for being his queen when you are his heaven and beyond?

Samuel is pathetically thankful, grateful during his better moments. Words he can never express, feelings he doesn't want to admit.

But he tries to show you in other ways.

Your fingers trace over his tattoos.

There's a new addition.

Samuel doesn't think too much of it. His body is covered. What's a few more lines on his tapestry?

He should hate how sentimental this is, how he has marked himself with someone else.

But no matter what happens-

If by chance fate has something cruel in store. If you realise that he is only speaking the truth of his worthlessness-

He can never forget you. Never forget the way you make him feel.

So he keeps you there. Your name. A permanent mark.

On his skin and over his heart.

[jeoncasino]

Prospects

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Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?

Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]

Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.

Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, pet names, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, this is an actual slow burn yay!

Warnings: mentions of drug use.

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Minors do not interact.

Smoke surrounds you. For a moment, the noises and lights from the party, once a chaotic blend, seperate distinctly. Each sound creates its own frequency, each beam of light cutting through the haze in sharp lines. Everything around you slows down, the moment captivating you in a trance that would otherwise not been achieved without smoking a certain plant.

Elaine, your best friend, who was sitting to your left, seems to be talking to you. You can't quite grasp what she's saying, but she leaves shortly afterward, leaving you alone in the beautiful backyard of this otherwise dirty frat house. You really were avoiding going inside—the floors were sticky, and it smells funky. Honestly, you didn’t even want to be there. Frat parties aren’t your thing. But Elaine, in apparent need of de-stressing (though later confessing she just wanted to see her latest infatuation, Zia), had dragged you out on a Thursday night. You thought about getting mad and leaving, but she’s your best friend—and every guy here looks like they’d spike her drink—so you stayed. Plus, she bought you a blunt, so it evened out.

As you gazed at the dark-glowing canvas of the night sky, you felt a presence beside you. Skeptically, you glanced to your right, only to find a man staring at you. You jumped.

“Oh my god?” you gasp, eyes wide, hand over your heart.

The guy laughs, clearly amused by your reacton. Trying to figure him out, you took a look at him. He wore a loose white shirt and baggy jeans. Dark hair framed his face. Two rings pierced the right side of his mouth, his right arm covered in tattoos. Honestly, you felt intimidated—frat parties drew all kinds of people, you know? But when you finally met his eyes, the softness of his gaze made him seem far more approachable then you originally thought.

“Will you quit staring?” He teased.

Your cheeks burned. “Oh please, I’m on drugs,” you muttered, looking away, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I know. Thought I’d join you on your trip.”

Confused, and extremely thirsty, you asked, “Who are you?”

“Seriously?” He replied, somewhat annoyed. “Jeon Jeongguk. We share a class—U.S History with Mrs. Webster,” He paused, anticipating an answer. He met silence. “No?”

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m too high to remember anyone from that class.” Thinking it over, you added, “Seriously, though, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you.”

And that’s because you hadn’t. Jeongguk, though quite popular, found himself completely partner-less tonight. He didn’t like being alone, so when he spotted you, high and alone, he thought he’d try his usual trick with you—pretending he knew you from somewhere. It usually worked.

Not today though. At your response, he was utterly offended. Did you seriously not know who the Jeon Jeongguk was? Even he recognized you—the sharing a class part not being a lie—so it made no sense. Although, he didn’t know your name either, so maybe you did know him, just not his name, and the drugs are clouding him from your memory.

Yeah, he thought, it’s definitely the drugs. “Did you know marijuana causes memory issues?”

You snorted. “Just say you’re offended.”

He shrugged. “What’s got you all alone out here?”

“My horny friend, I guess.” You turn to face him. “You?”

“I was taught to never leave a pretty girl like you alone,”

“Okay, Mr. Charming, please be serious.”

He laughed. “My friends ditched me too.”

“Hm,” You didn’t know what else to say. Usually, you were good at small talk, but you were literally in cloud nine and too thirsty to properly think. “Do you mind getting me some water? I’ve got cotton mouth and don’t want to go inside.”

“It smells wierd doesn’t it?” He scrunched his nose as he replied. You nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

Many chit-chat’s and half a bottle of wine later—Jeongguk found it somewhere in the frat—you both bid goodbye with teary eyes and warm embraces, somehow convinced you’d never see each other again after this party. Both of you not letting go, Elaine and his friends have to literally pry you guys apart, causing everyone to fall comically like dominoes.

Attempting to open your eyes you rubbed them, immediately closing them as the morning sun assaults your vision. What even happened yesterday? Your head pounded, nausea swirled in your gut. You felt horrible. Trying to go back to sleep, you turned in your bed, feeling the dreaded build-up of saliva once you layed on your side. Uh-oh.

You rushed to your bathroom just in time.

“Elaine?” you half-yelled, wiping your mouth with your hand muffling your voice.

No response. You stumble out of your room and head for the kitchen. There, your find an already-ready best friend cooking god-knows-what.

Looking up at you, she said, “Good morning, Mrs. Jeon,” her tone dripping with mockery.

“What? Mrs. Jeon?” Confused, you try to piece together last night’s events, but it’s no use. Panicking, you exclaimed, “Oh my God, Elaine, what happened yesterday?!”

She looked at you unimpressed. “Oh, nothing much. Just that you and Jeongguk were all over each other yesterday!��

“Jeon who?” You asked.

“Be so serious right now,” She couldn’t believe you. “Y/n, he’s like, super well-known around campus. Rich as hell and a jerk.” She added, “Cheated on Jayla, rejected me when you bet me to hit on him for five dollars.” Elaine huffed with her arms crossed.

Recalling how hilarious that day was, you laughed so hard your headache worsened tenfold. “I might die if I keep laughing,” you stuttered, gripping the kitchen counter for dear life. “Is that why you don’t like him?”

“This isn’t funny! You guys made fools of yourselves last night. I genuinely thought he laced your drink.”

Drink. The word triggers flashes of last night—Jeongguk approaching you, him bringing you water, a bottle of wine somehow appearing in your hands. Blood drained from your face as you remembered how you parted ways—throwing yourself into his arms, him not letting go, literally shedding tears as Elaine dragged you out of the frat’s backyard.

You’ll make sure to never drink again after this.

“Elaine, did I really—”

“Yes, Y/n, you did! Do you know how embarrassing that was? Don’t even get me started on the reputation you just gained yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All his closest friends were there,” she said, serving her plate with freshly cooked eggs. “They thought you guys fucked or something.”

“Ew?”

“Did you really?” The question almost offended you.

“Stop! God, no, obviously not,” you shuddered. “Just because we hugged?”

“No, because Jeon fucks everything he touches,” she replies matter-of-factly. “He also got a little possessive, he wouldn’t let go.”

“Of me?”

“Yeah, we all fell to the ground because y’all wouldn’t budge. My biceps are sore, no joke.”

You slumped against the counter, hiding your face in disbelief. “Wait so, now people think I’m easy?”

“Yes. Now let’s just hope the rumor didn’t spread outside the frats,” she said, walking out of the kitchen with her plate full of eggs. “People were watching, you know? I almost left you there with that whore. Anyway, you better get ready—your first class starts in 20.”

You sprint to your room.

“Thanks for saving me a spot.”

Namjoon lifted his backpack from the seat next to him as you slid into it, placing your own bag on the floor.

“No worries, buns,” he said, noticing your wet hair immediately. “Were you in a rush this morning?”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

“Did you have a night shift yesterday? I don’t recall scheduling you late this week.”

“No, it’s just that Elaine dragged me to this party and I—” You stopped yourself. Were you really going to expose your half-secret to Joonie out in the open? Nuh-uh. “I’m just so hungover. Let’s talk later. Focus on class.”

Although curious as to what happened last night that got you this flustered, Namjoon chose to not push the subject, both of you focusing now on whatever the professor was droning about.

You liked that he always walked you to class. Obviously if his class was far or if he got busy he wouldn’t, but for the most part he did. You found it chivalrous, a trait that most men nowadays lacked. That’s why you liked Namjoon—he was friendly but polite, not shy to ask about your personal life but never stepping any boundaries. Not to mention his other great qualities, like how intelligent or hard working he is. You both had gotten originally close through Yeyo’s café—he trained and guided you along the harsh path of being a first-time barista—and having worked most shifts together, you became each other’s favorite co-worker, mingling whenever and hanging outside of work at times. At these occasional dates, the both of you learnt you shared similar struggles, like not having anyone support you financially or having complicated relationships with your families. All these things made relating to him easier. He never failed to make you laugh or help you see the good in the bad, and for him you were grateful.

Now you’re here—two months later, at the same university—him walking you to class while you complained about the workload your professor just assigned.

“I mean is he kidding? Not everyone has free time like him. I’ve got work!”

“I think his wife’s divorcing him or something,”

You gasp. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your reaction. “You know the professor’s assistant?”

“Oh, the one who wants you?” you teased with a grin, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

Namjoon elbowed you gently. “Stop it,” he muttered. You laughed at his flustered expression.

“Anyway,” he continued, eager to change the subject, “the other day, I stayed after class to ask her for some extra points, but she got off track and started telling me all sorts of things about him.”

“Like what?” you asked, leaning into him with interest.

“Why do you sound excited?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t act like you don’t indulge in professor drama,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

Namjoon chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you shot back, avoiding his gaze.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” he teased.

“Okay, fine! Just tell me what she said, please,” you pouted, grabbing onto his arm, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You knew that whenever you did this, he’d give in—like that one time at the fair when you’d been so thirsty you begged for a water bottle that cost him twenty bucks.

He sighed, giving in as expected. “Well, according to her, his wife wanted a Chanel bag, but the professor wouldn’t buy it for her. Then, she thought he was having an affair, so she looked through his things, but she found out he lied about how much money he’d inherited, so now she’s filing for divorce.”

“Gosh, I almost feel bad for him,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “Almost.”

“Meanie,” Namjoon grinned and squeezed your nose.

“Hey! Stop, you’re—” About to punch him for ruining your makeup, he darted away as fast as he could.

“I’ll kill that motherfucker,” you muttered, opening the door of your next class.

“And I was like, are you dumb?” Elaine exclaimed through the phone.

After your last class, you decided you’d stop by the nurse’s office to get something that would soothe your headache, when you recieved a call from your best friend. Though spontaneous calls weren’t surprising, what she had just informed you was.

Apparently, she met up earlier with Zia, who had the audacity to ask her if she found it embarrassing to have a friend who had slept with Jeongguk. And obviously, her being the bestest, most protective friend ever, denied the rumors going around the frats in attempt of clearing your name.

As you walked out of the nurse’s office and into the bustling campus, she continued, “And I swear, in that moment, I was about to punch her. I mean, I always knew Zia was a little dense, but this? Ugh, it’s infuriating! I don’t even know why we fucked anymore.” She sighed heavily.

You found a bench under a large oak tree and sat down, needing to process everything. You’d been too busy with classes to think much about the previous night’s events, but now, with the day’s tasks behind you, the anxiety started creeping back in.

“Did you guys actually fuck yesterday?” you asked, leaning back against the bench.

“No, we had literally just fucked at the sorority, when she started asking dumb ass questions,” Elaine huffed. “I think I’m never finding love.”

“Don’t say that, E,” you replied, rubbing your temples. “You’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

Elaine’s voice softened. “How are you holding up, though? I’m sorry for everything. I can’t help but feel responsible,” she added, and you could practically see her pouting on the other end of the line.

You took a deep breath. “Honestly, I was too busy this morning to even care, but now that I have time to think, I kind of just want to hide from everyone.”

“I’m sorry. I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.”

“I love you more.”

“Well I got to go, I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

Listening to the ring which notified the call was over, you finally had some time to process everything. Trying to find where you went wrong, the most controversial thing that happened all night was the fact that you were hanging out with… Jeongyeo? Or was it Jeongyu? Uh, you’ll make sure to ask Elaine later. Anyways, you saw no harm from having an innocent chat with him. All you did was drink with a rich frat college guy— and basically cry to each other but that was too embarrassing to even think about—so your ever crumbling reputation made no sense. You guys didn’t fuck, most certainly didn’t kiss, and by now the guy should’ve cleared the rumors, so why were they making such a fuss over it?

It was all so childish. Yet, despite your attempts to rationalize it, your stomach churned, your hands grew clammy, and your mind raced with anxiety. Every passerby seemed to stare at you with judgmental eyes.

You sighed deeply. This felt like high school all over again. You had to pull yourself together. If these people wanted to make a fuss over nothing and use you as their entertainment, then so be it. You had bigger things to worry about—like paying your bills or pursuing a career. So, with that, you decided to push the drama to the back of your head and refocus on what really mattered, finally finding peace once again in your mind.

And at peace you were.

At least that was the case until you got back home, because as soon as you walked into the apartment, Elaine rushed over, breaking the news to you. “Y/n, you won’t believe this. That miserable old landlord is raising our rent!”

You blinked, trying to process the new discovery. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Elaine threw her hands up in frustration. “I begged him to exclude us from the raise, but he wouldn’t budge. He said it’s either pay up or move out.”

Trying your hardest not to kill him right now, you paused. What were you going to do now?

Trying to keep an optimistic outlook, you replied, “Look, I know it’ll be hard, but we can do this. Let’s just take extra shifts at work and start looking for an affordable place to stay at.”

She wasn’t sure about your proposition. You both worked long hours as is, not to mention how time consuming and disrupting it was for school.

“Y/n, we barely get to sleep some days,” Elaine said so lowly it was almost a whisper. Finding the situation impossible, she added, “I’m dropping out.”

You scoffed, “Are you crazy? You’re not doing that,”

“What else is there to do Y/n?” She frowned.

Lips pursed, you racked your brain trying to come up with a solution. Dropping out was not an option, and if keeping your education meant being homeless, then so be it. You both had a car, so maybe you guys could sleep there until you found a new place. And if you had to shower, you could probably just ask Namjoon if-

“Oh my god! Namjoon!” You yelled as you reached for your phone.

“What? Y/n what are you doing?”

Dialing Namjoon’s number, you replied with a smile on your face, “Pack your stuff, we’re crashing Joonies place.”

Author: pls this took me long enough to post and im not sure i even like it lmfoaoaoa. nobody told me how hard and time consuming this was. anyways yall if it sucks LMK ! i’ll make sure to burn this post down if it sucks ass. shout out to anyone who finished reading the first chapter of this series ! omm ilysm. i’ll also try to comment the people who wanted to be added to my taglist, hopefully it works. bye !

This is a work of fiction. The scenes, characters and events depicted are purely fictional and not intended to represent real-life procedures or individuals. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not use this story as your own.

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[femdomlieeh]

Pink Blush (m)

First time Sub!Haechan ✧ Secretly Dom!Reader

WC—1.8 k

THEMES—new relationship ✧ nsfw fluff (?) ✧ borderline smut

WARNING—punishment ✧ teasing (m!g) ✧ masturbation (m) ✧ use of handcuffs & strap on ✧ praise ✧ light degradation ✧ pet names "mommy", "channie", "bad boy"✧ mentions of gender stereotypes (ew), safe words & (future) pegging

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"Come on~! Show me~!" Haechan whined in your ear for the umpteenth time today.

Like all the previous times, you answered no.

Yesterday your boyfriend had found out that you had a mommy kink and liked being dominant in the bed (You had left a wattpad tab open on our shared laptop because you were apparently too tired to click on the cross), and, although that should've been something positive, you didn't want him to know.

On a daily basis, he already got critique for being younger (looking younger) than his partner, and being too 'feminine' and 'cutesy' – so, to want him to submit to you and make him match other people's perception of him was selfish and thus something you refused to do.

The theory of genders having specific power roles was something you'd always been opposed to, as you do not believe a gender determines a level of power. Truthfully, you couldn't care less if your boyfriend wanted to break gender stereotypes or not — damn, he could wear 'girly' clothes and/or put make up on if he wanted to — but you did care about what he thought of himself.

He didn't like it when people commented on how much younger he looked than he was. He didn't like it when people described him as feminine instead of masculine. He didn't like it when people [excluding you and some of his friends] called him cute. He didn't think that having any of those characteristics was wrong; he just didn't want people to call him those things.

"Please?" He attempted to lure you in with his gleaming puppy eyes – which usually worked – but that method didn't work this time around, because the great amount of vexation he had brought to you today had made you fully resistant to his cuteness.

"No, I don't want to hurt you," you answered with a blank face, trying your best to find a seemingly interesting movie on Netflix, that you hadn't already seen, so your boyfriend could give up his dumb quest. It was a little confusing why he wanted to try these types of thing with you, knowing how he felt about being belittled by others.

"I thought you said that we should always be honest with each other and always be ourselves," he argued, making a valid point since you had said those words from the start of your relationship.

"But I also said I never wanted us to hurt each other," you retorted in defense, feeling more and more irritated by the second.

Leaning and sinking down a little bit on the sofa, Haechan wanted to be more comfortable as he knew this conversation would be long. Chewing on the strings of his pink hoodie, he looked at and studied you; frown, annoyed sighs, hard grip on the remote, darker lips from biting on them – everything pointed at you being mad, and thus rather sensitive.

Then a bulb lit above his head.

"But what if I like it when you hurt me?"

You turned your head to his side. There it was. Exactly what he wanted to see. An expression on your face that told him that if he continued this route, he would get fucked. Whether it was literally or metaphorically, he wanted to find out.

"I'm leaving," you announced and stood up as quickly as the short sentence ended. You had to leave, because Haechan was pushing your buttons and you knew that if you stayed for longer you could end up doing what you had been trying to avoid since he had found out about the femdom part of you.

His face changed from calm puppy to clingy puppy with separation anxiety, scared of its owner leaving. This was not the reaction he had tried to get from you. He stood up and followed your fast steps to the bedroom. As soon as he saw you throw one of your biggest bags onto the floor, followed up by some clothing pieces, he felt his blood freeze. Were you leaving as in leaving the relationship?

"Why are you packing?" he asked, scared of your answer.

"I'm going to Irene's. I can't stay with you when you're making me crazy like this." What you said was true; you were sure he'd crack your patience and make you go full sadist on him if you stayed in the same room as him for another minute – or even worse: another hour or whole night.

He felt relieved that you weren't breaking up with him over a silly argument, but he still didn't want you to stay over at your friend's when you both knew that it would be smarter to solve the tension instead.

"Stay with me," he pleaded lowly, sensing he didn't have many other options than pleading and hoping it'd be persuasive enough for you to stay with him.

"We need a night without each to calm down and have an adult discussion, alright?" you tried to explain, grabbing your now-fully-packed bag, and heading to the door to continue your journey to your awesome best friend.

When Haechan didn't talk back, you turned away from the doorway and to the bed to see why he was being quiet and not protesting some more like he usually would. He was looking you in the eyes as he pulled the hoodie off his torso and threw it your way. You caught it in your hand. Proceeding, he pulled down his pants, making sure he did it slowly enough to send you signals that he wasn't planning on putting on his PJs.

As he stood in only his boxers in front of you, a new bulb lit up above his head – and this one was even brighter than the last one – maybe he did have more options than to plead and strip.

With a smirk he sat down on the foot of the bed, maintaining eye contact, and pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You were speechless when he had stripped down to almost full nudity, but what shocked you the most was that just speaking to him disrespectfully had turned him on.

The moment he started touching his cock and moaning like a bitch, you realized that he had purposely been naughty so you could punish him. He had whined in you ear all day, stripped and masturbated when you wanted to leave because he wanted this; he wanted to be punished.

So, you decided to do it.

You dropped the bag and went to your wardrobe, taking out a box you'd kept secret from Haechan. He looked your way curiously, analyzing your reaction while still stroking his cock rudely. Damn, he hoped you were doing something femdom related.

"Safeword?" you asked, examining the nostalgic box of memory-making apparatuses, trying to decide which ones you wanted to use to make memories tonight.

"Sun," he answered, smiling at the victory; he was going to get fucked literally.

"I hope you understand that I'm going to have to punish you for being such a naughty boy."

"Yes, Mommy," he said oh so naturally.

You looked back at him after he said the last word, watching him lay down on the bed, boxers in a random corner of the room. He seemed experienced or like he'd had a fantasy about calling you that word for a while, no stutter, and thankfully that made it easier for you decide on which toys to use on him.

"Naughty boys don't deserve to touch Mommy," you turned to him with a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs. He blushed a little, not expecting the object you chose to punish him with to be so adorable. Did he seriously think that was all you were going to use as punishment when he'd riled you up like this?

How cute.

Walking slowly to him, you threw the cuffs onto the bed beside his legs and startled him a bit at the suddenness of the action. He had teased you, and you wanted to make sure he'd feel teased as well – and what better way to do that than to use one of his biggest weaknesses against him? Smirking, you pulled off your shirt, leaving your upper body in only a bra – a pink one. He had always liked that color – though he denied it since it wasn't manly to like pink.

You climbed on top of his body and took the cuffs in your hands again, getting ready to restrain him. He was breathing heavily, getting aroused by your body above his, and especially by your boobs that were clad in such a lovely color. Although he liked the bra, he would've loved to see your boobs without anything covering them.

"Hold your arms up for me, Channie," you ordered, to which he listened to instantly. He held them up against the bed frame, assuming you were going to cuff him to it. But he was wrong. You didn't want him to predict his punishment; you wanted everything to be a surprise that not even his fantasy could come close to.

Instead of cuffing his wrists to the frame of the bed, you cuffed them to nothing. Yes, nothing. It may sound boring to restrain your partner to nothing, but it was the opposite; restraining him to air meant that he still could choose to disobey you further by bringing his arms down. "You're going to keep your arms here, and if you at any point put them down and touch me it'll add to your punishment, understood?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Oh, don't act like a good boy all of a sudden. You're getting punished for a reason, Haechannie," you scoffed lightly, feeling soft from the sweetness that seemed to ooze naturally whether he tried to or not.

"But I am a good boy," he pouted, adding to the cuteness you adored so much.

"Only if you can manage this punishment, but until then you're a bad boy," you explained and turned back to the box to grab the last part of the punishment. He continued pouting, until he saw the object you took out: a strap on. After removing your pants, you put the fake dick on and adjusted it to your hips.

The strap wasn't bigger than the average dick as you didn't know how used he was to having dildos shoved up his ass – and even though you wanted to hurt him, you were still cautious over how harsh you were with him. He was your squishy Haechannie after all.

"You ready, Channie?" you asked as you crawled back to him, searching his face for any uncertainty. His big eyes and toothy smile hinted at him anticipating what you were about to do, but you still wanted a verbal answer as you wanted to make sure he was OK with being pegged.

He nodded quickly, "Yes, Mommy, I'm always ready for you."

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❝ Violins playin' and the angels cryin'

When the stars align, then I'll be there

No, I don't care about them all

'Cause all I want is to be loved

And all I care about is you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo

No, I don't care about the pain

I'll walk through fire and through rain

Just to get closer to you

You're stuck on me like a tattoo ❞

—lorine zineb noka talhaoui; 2023

[ashleyfilm]

Seeing Clearly - Chapter 2. Jackson

Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: cursing, There Will Be Smut, eventually) Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. F!OC was recommended to me since there's a lot of description of her but I'm writing her as You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: You meet “the miller family” and get your sleeping arrangements. 1K Words.

Chapter 1 Here

Chapter 2. Jackson

Hours later, you approach the giant wooden gates of “Jackson” the community Joel had told you very little about on your journey here. Joel said approximately three sentences to you the entire time and you were so fucking exhausted you stayed quiet too. Surely to his relief. You see guards with rifles at the top of the gate staring you down and some on the other side of the gate as it opens. You look to Joel with fear and confusion in your eyes to which he just nods. What the fuck is all this, are you being walked to your inevitable execution, has this all been a ploy to get you here to use you for public entertainment, gladiator-style. Why did you agree, at least out there you could starve to death in peace.

Once inside the gates, a man with dark black hair, the same shade as yours but without your gray approaches with a charming smile but also a confused look on his face and he speaks with another southern drawl, “Howdy there, honey, you doin’ alright?” Looking between him and Joel, you realize how similar they look and how the younger man seems like the only person around who isn’t terrified of Joel. Who seems like he must be the town boogeyman by the looks on people’s faces with him around. “I’m Tommy, the handsome younger brother of your walking partner, here.” Again, looking at Joel with the mischievous treachery you imagine he did when the two boys were young, and Tommy was trying get under Joel’s skin.

“I’m uh,” you stumble over your words not sure if you should even tell these people your given name, but before you can decide what to say, Joel answers for you. “This is Ash, found her out there starvin’, alone, figured you could help her. Also, saw a clicker out there, took care of it.” You clock that Joel didn’t mention the clicker almost ripped your head off your neck and that he valiantly saved your life. Interesting, what’s his angle, to hold it over your head, make you think you owe him something. But he’s not even looking at you, he's looking down, avoiding you both. Tommy pipes in, “Okay… just out of the goodness of your heart, for me to help, okay, Joel. Well, Ash. Welcome to Jackson.”

He waves an arm out to the side and behind him to gesture to the town. You realize that you hadn’t even taken in your surroundings inside the gates, too overwhelmed by Tommy and Joel and everything you’re learning about this man who saved you. Jackson is a whole ass working fucking town. Lights, wait, LIGHTS? Electricity…is that a dog, like someone’s fucking pet. Oh my god, food, you smell food. Laughing, holy shit, people laughing. People, lots of them, old people, kids? Is that woman fucking pregnant and smiling and walking over here? “Hi, I’m Maria. I see you met my husband, Tommy.” You look at her stomach again, and her smile and her and Tommy’s hands when they entwine them together and your face, you know, is scrunched in confusion bordering on disgust, “I know, it’s overwhelming, take a deep breath, why don’t we get you something to eat,” Maria says calmly looking you over. Tommy let’s out a chuckle at your facial expression and seems to pick up on the fact that you can’t control your face and that it tells your every thought right on the surface. You nod and let them lead you to the dining hall.

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You’re seated in a relatively empty dining hall with Maria and Tommy, Joel hanging back by the door like a watch dog or bouncer. Is he protecting the town from you? God, as if you could hurt anyone here, a bit outnumbered. Prick.  You try not to eat like you’re as starved as you are but it’s very difficult. Maria and Tommy smile politely like two leaders that get a lot of enjoyment out of this moment, watching someone eat and relax before their eyes, it’s what they get to provide. It should freak you out but it all just feels so genuine. “JOEL! There you are!” A girl, with a low brown ponytail and a hoodie, who could be described as like Christina Ricci in Now and Then that tapes her boobs down and punches boys for sport, runs up to Joel and hugs him tight. Okay, he has a fucking kid. That hugs him like that and he’s still that big of an asshole? “Hey, hey baby girl,” he says softly petting her hair, “I’m okay, just got caught up in somethin’ out there on my way back but I’m okay, everythin’s okay.”  You can’t tear your eyes away from this absolutely shocking interaction and the girl’s eyes catch you and you quickly go back to eating only to see your plate is empty, so you look back up at Joel and the girl. She slaps his arm as hard as she can, “How long have you been back and why didn’t you come tell me you were here, you dick and who is that woman staring at us?”

You cough, panicked, Maria and Tommy still watching you and sharing knowing smiles like they’re watching a damn play. Joel sternly says, “Ellie. Don’t-.” But she’s already stalking toward you, “Hello there, why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” And you don’t know what comes over you, but you burst out laughing. Like a full belly laugh, tears in your eyes laughing. Maria and Tommy follow quickly and Ellie eventually starts up too despite trying to act tough moments earlier. Joel makes his way over frowning at all of you like you’ve lost it. Still giggling, you ask, “How the hell do you know that saying it’s from like 30 years ago. People don’t even have cameras anymore; wait, do you guys have cameras here?” Ellie laughs, “I like you, who are you?” “Hi, I’m Ash,” Joel looks up at you when you use his nickname for you, “Nice to meet you. Your dad saved my life from a clicker and brought me here.” Tommy and Maria look stunned at your admission and all three of them whip their heads around to Joel who just clears his throat, frowns and shakes his head.

“He’s not technically my dad but..cool. Well, I’m glad you’re here and not dead,” Ellie smiles big and turns to Joel, shoulder-checking him. “Look at you, ya old softy, saving lives and bringing in newbies, who woulda thought. I’m heading home, see ya later, old man. See you around, Ash!” As Ellie leaves, Joel and you exchange a look, you can’t read exactly what’s going on in those eyes of his but he’s clearly fighting something, maybe he’s pissed you saw him interact like that, soft and nurturing with his daughter. But it wasn’t your fault, you’re just… there. Still feeling his eyes on you is burning you up from the inside, awakening something you haven’t felt in a long, long time. Something that feels an awful lot like desire.

Tommy walks over to Joel and quietly says something you can’t make out. All you hear is Joel saying “No” and Tommy saying “Please” and then Joel sighing, again. Tommy then turns to speak to you, “Look Ash, we’ve got limited space at the moment, we’re working on clearing some small apartments above the shops on main street for people living alone but it’s a few weeks before that’ll be done. For now, we’d like you to stay in the guest room at Joel and Ellie’s. She’s staying in the garage out back so you’ll be in the main house with Joel till we can get you into a new place.” You immediately look at Joel whose eyes are staring daggers at you and if he wasn’t so fucking hot, you might have been scared, but instead you feel the heat of whatever this is between you right at the apex of your legs. Then, your face betrays you, like it always does and all you can do is smirk, you actually fucking smirk at him, and he turns and walks away so fast you almost have to run to catch up.

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𝗂𝗇𝗄 & 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆 // drummer!bakugo x artist!reader music au | tags; rock/punk/alt band au, slow burn, meet cute, strangers to lovers, various smut, smoking/drugs/alcohol consumption, talks of emotional & physical abuse from past partners, angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, mild violence

Distortion is the hottest band in town, making waves in the underground scene with their unique sound. Led by your college best friend and music prodigy, Kyoka Jiro, alongside her misfit group of friends, they've been playing shows every weekend for the last few months and have gathered a decent following. You're whisked into the whirlwind of their rockstar lives when Jiro commissions you to design a band logo for their merch, reconnecting with her and meeting the members of the band. Your eyes immediately gravitate to their powerful drummer, Katsuki Bakugo. Fresh out of a nasty three year on/off relationship, he's not looking for anything or anyone while shutting out the world around him. He's focused on the one thing that keeps him sane; music. You're six months free of a breakup as well, looking to repaint your world with new colors and experiences, but turns out it's more tumultuous than anticipated. Explosive fights, newfound fame, clashing egos, dive bars, stolen kisses, black out dreams, messy exes and hard lessons; but somehow, love finds a way to bloom like a flower in the desert - deep in the hottest, driest wasteland of two broken hearts.

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In a world where soulmates are established via a multitude of different systems, yours is a tattooed marking on your wrist - a constant reminder of your fate sealed to someone you don't even know. You despise the soulmate systems, purposely avoiding the topic at all costs with your family and friends, covering the mark from the world to keep your heart safe. The first day of getting accepted into UA High's support program turns sour when you walk past a boy with the same tattoo on his wrist as yours - Katsuki Bakugo of the hero course.

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Things ended mutually with Kirishima, you both agreed that you didn't have enough time for dating at this point in your careers and it's better for you two to stay friends...until he comes knocking on your door in the middle of the night, begging for you to take him back after a life-threatening incident.

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Katsuki Bakugo is a dedicated marine veterinarian at Wavecrest Haven, rehabilitating native animals and living out his island life dreams to the fullest. The catch? He only dates tourists to avoid any serious commitments, easily able to bounce from one fling to the other without repercussion. One fateful day, that all changes when his boat breaks down and he's forced to wait for the Coast Guard at the local café. While waiting, he encounters a beautiful art teacher making a house out of her waffles. He assumes she's a local and avoids her gaze, only to be captivated by her the next morning at the same café. Taking a chance, he asks to join her, forming an instant connection and agreeing to meet up the following morning for a breakfast date. There's just one problem - she doesn't remember anything about Bakugo the following day, insisting they've never met before.

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Words

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima X Deaf Reader (GN)

Summary: Kirishima always wondered why he had no words on his wrist, but when he meets you it all makes sense

AU: Soulmate AU - Soulmates have tattoos of the first words their soulmates say to them

Wordcount: ~1430

Warnings: Self consciousness (inferiority complex)

Requested by: Me stressing about finals

Notes: As a hearing person, please let me know if I offend anyone with the way I've written the reader (or if you have any constructive criticism)

Last edited: 24th May 2023

Kirishima was self-conscious about many things. His looks, his personality, his quirk. And the fact that he had no soulmate.

The first words a person’s soulmate said to them would be written as a tattoo-like mark on the inside of their wrist. Everyone found their soulmate at some point in their life, whether intentionally or not, they would end up as friends or lovers or something in between.

Not everyone wanted to find their soulmate, but having no soulmate at all was even rarer than being quirkless. And on Kirishima’s wrist, there was nothing.

His love of sweatbands and nice watches wasn’t because of their usefulness and functionality, but because it meant he never had any questions about his soulmark. Though that didn’t mean he completely avoided the subject, and he always felt a sting in his heart whenever his friends brought it up.

But UA would be different - he told himself - at UA, he wouldn’t fear judgement because of it. And so for his first day of hero school, he didn’t cover his wrist, the empty space looking so abnormal to him.

Yet on the first day, quite a few people found their soulmates. He may have felt his heart ache, but reminded himself of the new person he was. He wouldn’t let this get him down. So when the topic of soulmates was brought up, he didn’t shy away - though he was nervous - and told his class about his lack of soulmark. No one made a fuss, and no one made him feel bad. Bakugo even called him lucky for not having destiny be the one to decide his partner.

So manly.

And though he still wished he had a soulmate, he didn’t let himself feel upset that he didn’t have a soulmark. Well, that was until he met you.

You were a transfer student who joined midyear, and apparently you knew Uraraka since she greeted you with a hug the moment she saw you. And then once Aizawa walked in,  you introduced yourself to the class.

Notebook in hand, you took a deep breath and stood in front of the class. Kirishima watched as you flipped open the first page of the notebook and gasps and whispers filled the room.

“Hello, my name is (y/n), and I’m deaf” 

And you flipped the page again.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all”

You were nervous, he could tell you were nervous, but you smiled through it regardless. You were shown to your seat by Aizawa, and the moment he tried to go back to sleep the class erupted into chatter. Uraraka ran over to you and started making quick hand movements to you, which Kirishima realised was sign language.

The rest of the class followed suit, all rushing over trying to talk to you and asking Uraraka to translate. You took out your notebook with some pre-written answers for common questions. Things like:

“I do have hearing aids, but that doesn’t mean I can hear fully”

“If you want to talk to me, please make sure I’m able to see your face so I can better understand what you’re saying”

Once the fuss all died down, Uraraka ended up convincing you and a bunch of others to start a club to teach people sign language so you could communicate with them more easily. Which was then followed by Bakugo, of all people, going up to you and challenging you (and probably also insulting your quirk) in fluent sign language.

But Kirishima never took his eyes off you. You were gorgeous. The way you interacted with the class as they asked you questions, and how cute you were when you were focusing on listening to someone. Your smile and the positive aura you had.

He had fallen hard.

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He walked up to you one day with the intention of asking about joining the sign language club, but he couldn’t seem to think clearly. He had never spoken to you before, so once he had your attention his mind blanked.

Instead he said the first thing that popped into his brain.

“Hey, I uh… just wanted to say I think you’re really pretty…”

Your eyes went wide as your wrist started to tingle and then gently burn. It only lasted a moment, but you knew exactly what it meant. You pulled your sleeve down just enough to see the words glowing, and then turned to furiously sign to Uraraka, who was already understanding what was going on.

“Oh my gosh, (y/n)’s your soulmate!” She exclaimed, probably a little louder than she intended as you winced at the noise.

“What?” Kiri asked, not because he didn’t figure it out, but because it simply wasn’t possible. And yet it made so much sense.

The silence that followed rang loud, and yet your bright smile made everything alright. Kiri couldn’t help but pull you into a gentle hug, one that you quickly reciprocated.

From that moment on, Kirishima felt complete, felt as though his heart was whole. As though all those years spent feeling insecure about his lack of soulmark, and all those nights he spent wishing he’d have a soulmate were nothing.

And your friendship quickly became something more. Kiri didn’t want to feel like he was pushing you into a relationship, but it just felt so natural. His love for you was unlike anything he had ever felt, and it only grew greater each day.

Kirishima wanted to confess his feelings for you, but he wasn’t sure how. Not once had to two of you spoken about your feelings regarding the realtionship, and he wanted it to be special. 

He finally convinced Bakugo to teach him sign language - even though Bkakugo wouldn’t tell Kiri why he knew it - and planned the perfect way to tell you. On his birthday.

Unbeknownst to him, you wanted to do something special too. With the help of Uraraka, Momo and Jiro, you all came up with a plan. The three of them were the best friends you could ask for and were so supportive of your feelings for Kirishima. Together, they helped you learn over the months, and for Kiri’s birthday you were going to tell him you loved him. With words.

It wasn’t as though you couldn’t speak, you could, you were just so self-conscious about how you sounded - and of course it wasn’t easy. But it was something you were willing to do for Eijiro. He was so uplifting to be around, and encouraged you endlessly. For years you were worried that your soulmate wouldn’t be interested in you romantically because of your disability, but Kiri didn’t care. He loved you regardless, and you couldn’t be happier.

But when the day finally rolled around, you suddenly didn’t trust yourself. What if you sounded weird? What if he didn’t like your voice? You knew it was just your thoughts bringing you down, but they were so difficult to ignore.

A tap on your shoulder brought you back from your thoughts, and your turned to face Bakugo and Kirishima. You smiled at Kiri, but Bakugo had something to say.

“Stupid hair had something important to say, so you better pay attention” he signed, “I’ll kill you if you don’t treat him well”

His face softened, and he patted you on the back before leaving, which took you off guard. It leaft you and Kiri alone together, but you were still confused.

He looked nervous, but before you could ask any questions, he bagan signing.

“It’s my birthday today, and I wanted to do something special”

“And I really don’t want to come off as weird, but it’s not manly for me to keep my feelings hidden from you”

He signed to you fluently and confidently, making a few mistakes here and there, but you could tell he was really trying. And it was wonderful.

“I love you (y/n)”

This was not how you expected it to go, but it was perfect nonetheless. He confessed to you! It was practically the perefct setup.

“I love you to-o, Kiri-shima” You said, making sure you carefully sounded out the words so you didn’t say anything wrong.

Kiri didn’t even have time to process that you just spoke. You loved him too!

“Really?! Ow-” He felt his wrist burn, and he hadn’t even noticed until it hurt. He tugged his sleeve down to see what had happened, but paused when he saw there was no wound. Instead, his wrist was glowing with words appearing on his skin.

‘I love you too, Kirishima’

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✧ Additional info and "fun" facts✧: *ੈ✩ I'm a satanist *ੈ✩ I have a phobia of bugs, heights and trypophobia *ੈ✩ I am an attempt and S-H survivor ♥ *ੈ✩ I usually avoid becoming friends with people in contact/friends with people who hurt/abused me- *ੈ✩ I love to sing but I don't trust the way I sound- *ੈ✩ Speaking of music, I also LOVE Nickelback, Eminem, Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin, Cascada, Avril Lavigne, Kesha... all the songs you'd hear in a 2010 AMV lol *ੈ✩ I LOVE swimming, could have been *ੈ✩ I usually do not watch overhyped series/animes etc... so do not be surprised if I am clueless about references! *ੈ✩ I still have my barbies, Polly pockets, Littlest Petshops and Pokemon cards!! I'm a small collector, just like with plushies and coins hehe *ੈ✩ I have two itabags and plan on building a third one. I ADORE collecting merch of my husbandos (//ω//) (my irl partner enables me) *ੈ✩ Some of my biggest dreams are getting tattoos, lose weight, become a Vtuber and build my own studio someday!! ♥ 𓆩♡𓆪 Husbando/Fictional Other list! 𓆩♡𓆪 ❥Hiroto (Kilari) ❥Luciano (Princess Debut) ❥Issun (Okami) ❥Foxy (FNAF) ♥ ❥Volks (Blush Blush) ♥♥♥ ❥Fuyu (Blush Blush) ♥♥♥ ❥Blade (HSR) ♥♥♥ ❥Gallagher (HSR) ♥♥♥ ❥Jiaoqiu (HSR) ♥ ❥Marius (Tears of Themis) ♥ ❥Wriothesley (Genshin) ❥Neuvillette (Genshin)

I always avoid other ship posts with them quietly, worst I'll do is mute if I really have to (block in extreme cases)! I can co-exist and talk with others perfectly fine!! But please do not directly talk to me about your self ship if it involves one with added heart emojis next to their names ( ╥ω╥ ) It really hurts and makes me uncomfortable... WOOH thank you for reading all that!! Sorry if this was a lot TEEHEE-(//ω//)

[marlasomething]

Thought Runner 2049 (Bugborg Week - June 14)

Summary: Former gun for hire, re-invented into white-collar criminal Nebula is being interviewed after being offered a job by Yondu's Criminal Family by Mantis...maybe they get along better than expected.

Relationships: Nebula/Mantis

A/N: Written for day 3 of @bugborgweek2023

Prompt: Love languages

Word count: 1626

CW: parental abuse, memories of body modification and abuse, childhood trauma

Also on AO3!

Nebula didn’t like human contact. Usually, it was something that she could easily avoid. After all, his father had been one of the most influential politicians in the History of the United States and, even these days, after having been proved how many terrible things he had done, plenty of people defended him and his shadow grew as larger as it had always done.

This fear didn’t only come from the fact that everybody knew that he seemed to believe he was the only one within the right to harm his step-children, though. It also came from the fact that, even though she had stopped being his hitman many years ago already, but people still knew about her handy-work from that time.

Since then, she had become one of the most successful criminals in the white-globe criminal underground. She had sworn not to kill unless strictly necessary. Not because she cared much about other people’s lives, but because she simply wanted to show Thanos he hadn’t irremediable turned her into a monster.

Of course, that didn’t mean that she didn’t occasionally end some people’s existence if it was absolutely necessary. Alas, her reputation was, somehow, intact in what toughness was referred.

Right now, she was wondering whether it might become even stronger in the violent department, as the contact from Yondu’s Ravangers kept being nice to her.

“Nepo-bug” she grunted, piercing her with her mechanically altered eyes. The other woman, who had some physical alterations done as well (making her shorta kinda similar to the animal she had chosen to name herself after, presumably once she had been adopted by her actual boss), blinked at her, offended.

“That was unnecessary . I’ve proved myself quite capable when it comes to read emotions and reach out to other… Illegal firms . It has nothing to do with who my family is. Also, it is really rude to pray upon another person’s body. Maybe I have good reasons for looking like… this ” after saying that, she made an unconscious gesture, grapping her very own wrist as it hurt.

Nebula understood that language.

  “Dad, why does it hurt so much?”

“Don’t worry Nebula. You will be better once you get used to it. After all, wasn’t your meaty right arm a bother most of the time…?”

 “Fuck, I knew that Ego guy was pretty terrible. I mean, he liked Thanos; but…I won’t say I am sorry, because your current dad still wants to buy my services for far too less than they are worth, but…I get it. What did he do in your head?”

Mantis composed an unreadable expression, completely alien for Nebula, before answering.

“Just sensors to get people better. That is how I know you are trying to get extra money just to prove to your sister that she got payed less because she fancies my brother in the Biblical sense . Also, the money part of business is held by my mom, not dad. Meredith is the best with money, even if not choosing partners, some might say” she smile, and it was genuine. Then, she clicked her fingers and an angry male voice could be heard from behind a wall as all the cameras shut down.

“Lylla! The blue-tattooed lady is going to kill our Mantis if we left them alone. And, then, Drax is going to kill ME !”

“Oh, Rocket, pretty please, shut up or you are sleeping on the couch. I think those two deserve a bit of intimacy…you are alone, honey! Right, Rocket ?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, but you go next time Floor’s teacher calls, alright?”

A door opened and closed and Nebula didn’t hear the end of the conversation (not that she cared).

“So….terrible early childhood dad, uh?”

“Biological, in my case. He cheated on Meredith with a…I don’t even know who my mother was, or is. Just that I was one of those kids that were already born with an inclination to be genetically modified and, since Peter is too old-fashioned human for it…my existence healed his disappointment . What he didn’t expect was, well…”

“…your mother taking his two children and running away with the criminal he had paid to murder his older yet useless son? I mean, that story is kind of famous in our circles”. It had also been the beginning of the end of Ego’s reign in the underground.

“Yes, that. However, the Bad has already been done. I…I might be receptive to artificial modifications, but, what I am not receptive to is to read people as most people do. So…it was…challenging, also, the whole not-fitting-with-my-name-thing” Nebula bit her tongue there; the only thing Thanos had done for her was giving her a name she felt matched more than Pompeii (the one her parents had given her, a bit too much for her taste). “I hear feelings, sometimes even thoughts; when the person is emotionally too vulnerable; but I just burst them out loud, I didn’t get that that made people uncomfortable for quite a while. Then, when I chose to be called Mantis, I asked for the modifications so the ones Ego did remained hidden, especially from me”.

“So, you knew what I was thinking so…am I emotionally vulnerable?” Mantis smiled even more (fuck, how much could this woman made her feel comfortable?).

“That is not bad; I think is a kind of language, an especial one. Just as you got what was going on with me because of how I gestured. I think these are ways that made us communicate in ways that nobody else could” all of the sudden, Nebula felt herself blush.

“Woah, bug, that your brother and my sister are doing grown up things doesn’t mean that you and I…”

At this, Mantis blushed even more.

“Oh, no. No . Of course…I didn’t…just friends”.

“ Friendly acquaintances ” Mantis shrugged.

“Well, at least you dropped the nepo bit already. A beginning is a beginning”.

 Nebula stopped the recording and eyed her partner, who was relaxing over her legs. Mantis laughed at her face.

“I know the pain Lylla went through as a teen, but I swear, it will be nothing compared to the one she is going to feel when I catch her. She said they had stopped recording!”

“She didn’t specify …”

“She did!”

“You know she didn’t!”

“Oh, it’s been a while since my mind has been that easy to read” it was true. Apparently, the only thing she had needed to stop being so emotionally vulnerable was…to stop being so close within herself.

Figured.

“ Oi! It is not the only way I have now to understand you” Mantis hit her with delicacy, but certain strength.

She was right, though. They had been together for longer than Nebula had been not only in a relationship, but it good terms in general with anyone (except for Gamora, of course; but shared abuse would do that to you), and every day she realised she could understood Mantis without having to exchange traditional words.

In small gestures, in shared silences, in how she poured water into a glass…even the silliest of gestures could mean a world. And Mantis was catching up, too; for the first time, she was getting someone from the beginning without her unnatural abilities put into use.

They were just perfectly similar, yet not equal enough, for it. Nebula couldn’t have been luckier to have met her.

She would still call her Bug , though; that was something Mantis would never be able to avoid.

(Not that she actually wanted to).

[chowtrolls]

Yes please, I would love to hear about your descendants!

"Wonderful! Now, mind you, I only have two descendants of my own.

Juleus and Augest. Or as some may know them, Jules and Dr. Auggie. Auggie is the eldest. I've spoken with him several times. He looks more like Necrol than he does me but he wouldn't know- he was hatched blind! He's an astronomer, studies stars and they way he believes they communicate, studies radiowaves and all sorts of fancy science I'm not privy to. Not Fleet sponsored, mind you, he's one of two who has managed to avoid the Fleet. Smart bastard. Considers himself unremarkable because of a lack of a title, but if anything his dedication to keep going despite honor says more than any title can. He's got no descendants of his own.

Juleus, however...he doesn't look a thing like me. Not sure where he sprouted from. He left the hive early to be a pirate, followed by his moirail Brutus. From what I hear, Juleus was quite the first mate! That's where he earned his title, after all. Where Augest has avoided buckets, Juleus...well, there's a handful of crude jokes I'll refrain from making. Juleus was sort of...grandfathered into the Fleet. The story goes that Brutus got their ship captured, and Juleus negotiated trading his freedom for theirs. Using his status as a Monark freed his captain, but ultimately left himself trapped. As such, he developed an obsession with creating the perfect descendant. The perfect Monark to take over his spot. Most did not survive, but I'm more than happy to dig into those who have.

The eldest is Archai. Juleus got close with Chai, but she was hatched with a weak immune system. I believe the way Juleus went about creating his descendants was by mixing castes with himself. He tried fuchsia and fuchsia here. Good in theory, but ultimately produced a sickly grub. Though she tried, she simply couldn't stay healthy. I've had lots of conversations with Chai. She's very sweet, very patient. You'd never guess how far she got. She spends her time studying art history now! A wonderful change of pace for her. On Alternia, she has access to the medications she needs to stay healthy, and hasn't had a flare-up in some time.

Next would be Jawska. Or JK, as he prefers. Juleus tried rust and fuchsia with this one. Jawska is the second Monark who managed to avoid Fleet service, but he isn' without hardships of his own. From what he said, MegaDad kicked him out at a very young age to prevent Juleus from finding him. JK is a scrappy, intelligent, but surprisingly meek fellow. You can really see the lowblood in him when he gets cornered. Quick thinker, very hardy. Juleus would've had a successful heir, even with JK's bad back. If you ask me, it's a good thing he never found him. JK was a tattoo artist, shifted gears to being a seamster, and has started to shift back into art once again. He only came to my attention after a random attack seemingly killed him. My good friend Sinopa took care of it, and now Jawska is right as rain again. He's shown me pictures of his moirails, they make a cute trio.

That leads me to the twins. Now, you may be unaware, but Juleus is incapable of harming children. Maybe it's some old pirate code he follows, but he refuses to harm a child, no matter the cost. He didn't want twins, so he picked the strongest of the two, and told a business partner to get rid of the other. Rather than doing that, Boznik decided to keep Bruuno, and raise her himself. Whether he did a good job or not is besides the point. Bruuno is better known as Bruuno Sinopa, international rockstar and lead of his little band Whysteria. A different last name can't hide just how much of a Monark he is- spitting image of myself, if you ask me. Juleus had the most success with these two, combining fuchsia and purple. As such, Bruuno retained the powers I myself has, though they're more like chucklevoodoos. I'm not even sure she's aware of it!

Then Leonra, is his twin. Where Bruuno got chucklevoodoos, Leonra has the strength of a purple and a fuchsia put together. Leonra was the most successful of Juleus' attempts. But telling Leonra what to do is like telling telling a fire not to burn. Juleus lost any possible chance of Leonra taking his spot the second that kid realized how strong he was. Now, I'm no pushover. I may look like a rusty old man, and sometimes I sure feel like one, but you don't obtain the title Annihilation for nothing. I've been in plenty of fights, I've mediated plenty more. And not even I would want to be on the wrong side of Leonra's anger. I was discussing this with a peer the other day- Leonra has the training of the most elite soldiers the Fleet has ever produced, the logical thinking and problem solving capability to rival a damn computer, and lacks the empathy and bloodlust that is often a General's downfall. And yet, all he wishes to do is build his own things, do his own thing. Truly admirable.

The youngest two Monarks are Shiloh and Rumble. Shiloh is Bruuno's descendant, and Rumble is another of Juleus'. However, last I heard, Rumble is safe and away from the Fleet. And Shiloh is happily cared for by Bruuno. I've yet to meet Rumble! I believe she's the result of Juleus and his current matesprit. I have met Shiloh though. She's a very sweet girl."

[plasticross]

26, 28, 29

26. What does your favorite tattoo mean to you? Or if you had to get a tattoo, what would it be? Why?

i would never get a tattoo i couldn't see my self, and i obviously can't see any tattoo. so i have never gotten one and never planned to get one. despite this, i think a pair of shoulder blade angel wings would look exceptionally good on me. i have pretty large arms, maybe the wings could expand down them.

28. Do you work? If so, what do you do? Do you like your job?

i was a priest, though i think when i say that i give people the wrong idea. i was never raised with catholic ideals and i never worshiped "jesus", in fact it was some what regular for me and my grandfather to laugh at people who did. who would believe in a deity that is just a man? a random man with father trauma. who gives a shit. i was raised under my grandfathers believes, and he followed the teaching of the eldritch and horror terrors. his religion had no name, or perhaps i just don't remember it. uh. this is all context.

i worked as a priest for the followers of the light for four years, since ending the game. i acted as somewhat of an oracle, one that spoke in metaphor. if you were able to find a way to analyze and apply it to your life, you would typically see positive results. it was like playing therapist for a bunch of religious nutcases. they told me their struggles and fears and i in turn would tell them the importance of their trials and tribulations and attempt to guide them in the right direction, though i will say, very frequently they would find themselves on the wrong paths. i blame them. i am not THAT confusing. people just do not like the truth, and will avoid it any cost. i liked it almost more when they would, their own insecurities and flaws veiling them from their reward. for many people i would be whats called a safety blanket. something they can turn to for comfort. while i enjoyed the community and power, i hate not having my own freedom. i was a tool. not to mention, people get VERY angry when they feel like their priest has led them astray. it gets annoying. i do not need to get calls at 2am because your wife found out you were cheating. your god does not need to know about that.

29. Do you want to have a partner for life?

of course. who doesn't. i think one of the few things i've desired since i was young was a big wedding. that being said, i am not perusing that and will not be. i am not some one who likes being in relation ships. they're suffocating, and they've never been rewarding in any way. i am expected to change things i do not need to change, all to please another person. i already did enough of that for work, i am forced to play the chameleon at my job, why would i ever want to come home and keep up the act.

[michaelxrutherford]

THE LOVERS

The energy of this card reminds us of the real challenges posed by romantic relationships, with the protagonist often shown in the act of making an either-or choice. To partake of a higher ideal often requires sacrificing the lesser option. The path of pleasure eventually leads to distraction from spiritual growth. The gratification of the personality eventually gives way to a call from spirit as the soul matures.

STATISTICS

FULL NAME : Michael Alexander Rutherford. ALIAS : Mike AGE : 41 DATE  OF  BIRTH : november 4th, 1982. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Divorced HOMETOWN : Athens, Greece TIME IN KISMET HARBOR: Since August 2023. RESIDENCE : Emerald Mist FACECLAIM : Travis van Winkle trigger warning: injury, drug abuse, divorce.

EDUCATION : High school degree, Greece. OCCUPATION : Film maker and screenwriter GENDER : Cis-Male PRONOUNS : He/Him SEXUALITY : Straight. HAIR COLOUR : Light brown. EYE  COLOUR : Blue HEIGHT : 6'0" BUILD : Athletic ACCENT : Greek LANGUAGES : English, Greek, Russian TATTOOS : None SCENT: Aramis ZODIAC : Scorpio LOVE LANGUAGE : Physical touch. CLOTHING: Alternates. He loves leisure clothing and loose fit, but also often dons a suit when he has functions.

CONDITIONS : Haemophilia ALLERGIES : Lactose Intolerant EATING HABITS : Often has a smoothie in his hand, especially green juice. Keeps a healthy diet but is also a texture eater so he avoids stringy and fatty foods. EXERCISE HABITS : Michael frequents the gym as much as he can. He has an indoor gym to make this possible wherever he goes. SLEEPING HABITS : A stomach sleeper. Wakes up with a light alarm system. Uses rain sounds to fall asleep. ADDICTIONS : None DRUG  USE : None. Has injections for his Haemophilia. ALCOHOL USE : On parties and functions.

POSITIVE  TRAITS : NEGATIVE TRAITS : PHOBIAS : FEARS : HOBBIES : HABITS : USUAL DEMEANOUR:

FATHER : Isaac Rutherford MOTHER : Daphne Barbas SIBLINGS : Eric Rutherford PARTNERS : Clementine Rutherford (2014-2020) CHILDREN : Huxley and Hayden Rutherford (2019) PETS : None

BIOGRAPHY

Michael was born in Brunswick, Georgia to Isaac Rutherford and Daphne Barbas. It was a relationship that didn't last very long. Tensions rose between the two upon disagreements with Michael's early diagnosed condition. Daphne was overprotective of her son, much to Isaac's disapproval. When Daphne threatened to take their son to her home country of Greece, Isaac told her to go, calling her bluff. Which she did.

Growing up in Greece, Michael embraced the culture his mother raised him in. Despite the fact that he wasn't able to participate in gym class, go surfing on the coast or doing anything that would risk his health, he led a rather solitary life. He stayed benched during breaks in school rather than playing with the other kids, preventing him from creating solid friendships. After high school, Michael started a job at the cinema. Manning the desk, supplying snacks and drinks to customers and playing the movies. It was how Michael's love for movies truly started. The whirring of the tape rolling, the flickering lights reflecting on the screen.

He was twenty when he made the decision to go to university, however his mother wasn't all too pleased when she learned he wanted to go to University in the USA, specifically Georgia. He'd been in contact with his half brother Eric and wanted to get to know them better. After some persuading and to prevent her from losing her relationship with her son, she wished him good luck and waved him off as he flew to Athens, Georgia.

Bonding with his American relatives was strange. No one he knew, and to Michael, English was his second language. His father was a stern police captain, his brother rubbed him the wrong way but Michael could never tell what it was. It was probably just the fact they only met as adults, rather than growing up as brothers. His friends seemed all right, his aunts and uncles. Yet there was a stigma in the town, he missed the culture from Greece, from home. He soon even found that his study wasn't what he wanted to do. He spent more time on his hobbies making movies and small skits than he was on his exams and he was barely pulling through. It was after a talk with his best friend that he decided to drop out, apply at movie studios where he started with the easy editing work; sort files, put the bad shots in the bad pile and the good ones in the good pile. And that's how he slowly built his career. He moved up little by little working behind the scenes of a movie set until years later he got his name on the screen as an assistant producer, working alongside the best. Slowly, he created a reputation for himself, putting his producing skills up front.

He was twenty-eight when he watched the credits roll on his first movie premiere, a roaring success for his first movie. He was eager to get to work again, get another movie out there but he took his time. Slowly that became what he was known for. He didn't rush into producing. He took his time, made sure the script and the graphic board was perfect before he would consider even starting on the movie. It didn't prevent him from having one or two that were a bust in the box office but overall his name grew in Hollywood. The way his movies held an eerie vibe, a certain suspense that rivaled Guillermo del Toro.

It was during one of his movies that he met Clementine, a rising actress taking a supporting role in one of his movies. Their connection was imminent and they got married within two years after wrapping the movie. It was a doting marriage, despite their schedules and some frights from his medical side of things. They got their first two children after five years of marriage, a twin boy and girl called Huxley and Hayden. In order to get back into shape for her movie roles, Clementine got to work fast. The details are still vague for Michael, but during one of her runs she tripped on the trail, fracturing her leg. It set the start to a long period of rehabilitation and pain management, a battle that his wife ultimately lost. Turning to the use of drugs had been the start of their marriage going downhill. It was when Michael received a call from their nanny mentioning that Clementine had come home high and had dropped Huxley that Michael was done. He filed for divorce and sole custody of their children, which he was granted. That day at court was the last time he saw Clementine.

Michael moved to a town called Kismet Harbor where he settled down with the twins, finishing his movie in Hollywood before he would fully settle down himself. Now that he's no longer working on a project he decided to take a break, focusing on the twins and painting in his off time, especially after a health care he had in L.A. that put things more into perspective. He wanted to spend more time with his children, especially since he's their only caregiver.

[findroleplay]

Intro:

Hiyaaa, name's Rei. Currently looking for a Jujutsu Kaisen roleplay, we can brainstorm, do an AU, anything! I would definitely like to do a tattoo artist x smth smth here, or Princess x Knight, or Mafia x Mafia, or anything honestly, you get the idea! Just a heads up, I only roleplay on discord. Also, I am very active and excited when I roleplay so expect a lot of Pinterest boards, head canons, music playlists, etc!

What I’m looking for:

Someone to play Satoru Gojo for my OC, and I'm open to playing any character you desire.

- An active partner who can maintain the momentum of the roleplay.

- Strong communication skills, so we can stay on the same page even when life gets busy.

- A preference for 3rd person writing.

- An OOC-friendly and Discord-friendly partner.

- The ability to write 2-3 detailed paragraphs for a semi-literate roleplay. Other writing styles are obviously welcomed as I myself can write up to Novella style.

- Only CanonxOc please

Rules:

- No one-liners, please. I want detailed responses to immerse ourselves in the story.

- Let's create detailed character layouts before we start.

- Life can get busy, but I promise not to leave you hanging without a heads-up.

- Only 18+ partners and strictly 3rd person writing.

- Patience is key; no rushing into responses.

- MxF pairing is preferred, and doubling is welcome.

- Please avoid spamming.

Where to contact me:

Please privately message me on here, and introduce yourself and all. I only roleplay over discord so that if we match (and I hope we do) I'll be sharing my tag with you!

Looking forward to meet you! 💕

-

[nudibranchpropaganda]

t soapghost cooking class au 4.1k unbeta'd

cross-posted to ao3

a recent break up doesn't stop soap from going out and attending a romantic couples cooking class. it's a good thing too, because he's never seen a man more attractive than their instructor in his life.

a/n idk i mightve gotten carried away, but enjoy! :)

cw: swearing, minor injuries, soaps a horny bastard (pls dont hit on your course instructors btw)

bright light bounces off the steel counter in front of him, his distorted reflection staring morosely back. a crisp little cream coloured card sits in front of him, johnny scrawled in looping black cursive. there’s a conspicuously empty place beside him, glaringly obvious in a room full of pairs. he shifts from foot to foot, impatient as everyone waits for their instructor to make themselves known.

gleaming metal dominates the classroom, bowls and pans stacked under steel counters, assorted cooking utensils glittering in clusters around his workstation. it's a foreign world to him, this realm of creativity and construction. that'd been the whole point of taking the class, he was going to learn with his partner, explore the world that meant so much to him.

fuck if he's not feeling shitty though, stuck doing this alone after catching the bastard throating some other man's dick three days ago. most of his rage had burnt itself out when he'd chucked his shit out into the pouring rain. now it just hurts. achy like a bruise that keeps getting prodded. 

he'd almost said fuck it and not gone, not particularly interested in learning fine italian cooking on his few days of leave, but it wasn't a cheap class and tossing that much cash at something just to skip it didn't sit right.

it doesn't make waiting around any more pleasant though. rain pelts the window behind him as he leans against the counter, foot tapping rhythmically on the tile floor. there's an assortment of containers spread across his station, opaque plastic and metal bowls holding the ingredients for their meals. staccato snap-clicks break up murmured conversation, just as his neighbours are starting to notice the double doors to the kitchen swoosh open.

the man that steps out towers over everyone. his hands still, one final click as he takes him in. johnny's so caught on the wide sweep of his shoulders and the way his apron accents his absolutely criminally narrow waist he’s completely caught by surprise when the man speaks. 

"evening everyone, my name's simon and i'll be your instructor today." 

oh shit, he thinks, he's hot.

the first course they make is actually the last one they'll eat. simon walks them through the process of making panna cotta, showing them how to heat their cream and sugar mixture without scalding themselves or the dish.

he delicately sprinkles in the gelatin and lemon zest once the pot's off the burner, whisking quickly and thoroughly to avoid clumps--his disdain for clotted desserts evident in his tone. he'd find it off putting and snooty if simon wasn't so god damn attractive at the front of the class.

he's barely focusing on technique, absorbed in the exposed skin and muscle of simon's forearms as he works. the dark, curling ink of a tattoo stretches from elbow to wrist, peeking out of his rolled up sleeve. each swirl of the pan makes the corded muscles hidden beneath it flex, whisk moving rapidly as the mixture thickens.

"do you see how all the gelatin and sugar has dissolved?" he tilts the pan towards them, showing off the creamy mixture, "there’s no point in continuing on past this point, you’re just going to make your wrist hurt.” 

muscles tighten beneath pale skin, coiling power as he returns the pan to the burner momentarily. johnny’s seized by the need to find out how they feel under his palms, whether simon’d let him sink his teeth into the meaty flesh of his forearms.

“it needs to get into the freezer quickly if you want it to be set by the time we eat it. if you're not sure if all the gelatin has dissolved, please call me over."

he looks up at them, seems to be waiting for consensus. there's a smattering of yeses, the odd nod, enough that it seems like most of the class is on the same page. johnny certainly isn't, left behind as that dark gaze rests on him. simon snorts a bit at whatever's scrawled across his face, emotions an open book to those searching depths.

"right then," he says, tipping the warm cream into a ceramic bowl-thing, "once you're done, there should be enough for one serving. make sure you place your ramekin on the right label,” with a smile, he gestures towards the baking trays in front of them.

"some of you may have more cooking experience than others, and want to make sure that what you eat at the end of the night tastes decent.” they all watch him set his ramekin down, “don't mess it up, you'll be eating whichever one is on top of your name."

with that, they're dismissed. clanking steel and chattering couples begin to fill the room. johnny stares at the assorted bowls and containers in front of him, feeling out of his depth for the nth time that night. the booklet of recipes stares back at him, mocking his infatuation with simon and his inability to pay attention to his instructions.

he glances up, sweeps the room for simon's chef's coat, only to find him making his way over already. his long legs eat up the distance between them and soon he's standing on the other side of johnny's station. Fabric stretches taught across the breadth of his chest, the tantalising swell of his bicep.

"figured you might need some pointers," he says with a small grin, "there's always at least one space cadet and i'd like to avoid a kitchen fire tonight."

"anyone ever told you you're a bit of a dick?" it slips out before johnny can stop himself, flushing heat filling his cheeks as he blushes. simon barks out a laugh, head tipping back and showing off the strong column of his neck. 

ink peeks out of the high collar of his jacket, black lines crawling up the side of his neck, stark against the pale skin. At first glance it looks like lurid bruising, deep marks embedded into the tender curve of his neck. 

"all the time mate, you're not special." he's still smiling as he reaches for the scattered ingredients, "now, here's what you're going to do."

the first half-hour passes in a blur, simon flitting in and out of his workspace with dry quips and instructions on his next step. soon enough, everyone's got their little ramekins on the baking sheet above their name and another man in a chef's coat whisks them away through the swinging double doors.

"now that that's out of the way, time to learn how to make pasta from scratch.” simon’s dark eyes meet his, fathomless brown drawing him in. “before you get your panties in a twist, i promise it's nowhere near as hard as you think it is," he says, mouth twisting into a smile around his words. "first we're going to....."

once again, johnny loses track of his instructions, instead letting the rolling burr of voice wash over him as he watches his hands work. he's efficient, quick, but still incredibly graceful as he makes the dough directly on the counter. his hands are strong, dexterous fingers mixing together the eggs in a well of flour before beginning to knead the dough to a malleable and elastic ball.

tension coils up his body with each press, muscle bunching and releasing beneath his crisp jacket. he's so smooth, each motion gliding into the next, an undulating wave carrying power with each knead. his large hands work the dough, solid and strong. 

he's laser focused on the way his whole body moves each time he mashes the pasta dough into the unforgiving steel counter. makes him think of another motion, another type of activity, one with less clothing and more sweat.

the way simon leans over the counter with every knead pulls on his stiff cotton uniform until it stretches tight across strong shoulders and thick thighs. he's shaken out of that train of thought as simon scoops up the ball, jabs a finger into the top of it and shows off to the class.

"see how when i press on the dough it springs back slightly?" there's a little dent the size of his fingertip, a slight depression in the taught surface of the pasta, "that means we've developed enough gluten for it to hold its shape. now, it needs to rest for a bit and we'll work on the filling." he sets the dough in the bowl, covers it and then pulls out the rest of his ingredients.

"before we get into the rest of this, who knows how to handle a knife properly?" he holds his knife aloft and johnny just barely refrains from making a joke about something else he knows how to handle. there's a sharp glint of amusement in simon's bottomless gaze when he glances over at johnny, almost like he knows.

"best practice is to keep the blade pinched between your thumb and forefinger along the spine here," the rest of his long fingers uncurl to demonstrate what he means, "it gives you significantly more control because the hilt won't roll in your grip.” 

the rest of his long fingers curl around the handle, caress the smooth material, “keep the rest of your hand behind the bolster and make sure your grip remains relaxed, but tight enough you still have control."

"when you're actually cutting things, let the knife guide your movement," he reaches for a small bowl, dumps a pile of green leaves onto his cutting board. "today we're going to add arugula to our ricotta filling. it's a relatively delicate veg, so make sure you only give it a rough chop. enough that you won't get a whole leaf in your bite, but not so small you turn it into paste, okay?"

everyone watches as he gathers the leaves into a tight bundle and begins to chop. "keep the tips of your finger away from the edge of your knife." he looks up at this, continues his even cuts as he stares them down. "i really don't want to deal with one of you cutting off your fingers, no blood or flesh should make it in." 

there's a smattering of giggles, one person even says yes, chef!, making simon huff a laugh. "good, then pay attention to the rest of this, yea?" 

he walks them through mixing the filling, rolling out their dough. soon enough he's igniting his burner, melting down butter until it begins to brown and tossing in walnut pieces and sage.

he's in his element, quiet passion leaking through with every word, every move. it hooks deep in johnny's gut, tugs at him as he watches the absolute confidence simon exudes. there's no second guessing, no hesitation. everything has a reason, nothing is wasted.

there's a certain pleasure in just watching a master of their craft work. the skilled flick of his wrist that sends the contents of his pan into the air, tossed effortlessly as his pasta boils away to the side. it's almost voyeuristic, all of them crowding around to watch this man work. butter hisses and spits as simon adds the cooked ravioli, swirling them in the pan until they're fully coated in sauce. 

"you can plate them however you want," he says, scooping out the fried sage and walnuts, “but i like to have a little bit of everything in a bite.”

each spoonful is placed artfully over the ravioli, spilled butter wiped up with a cloth until it looks fit for an upscale restaurant "and when you're finished there are tables in the next room to eat at. off you go then."

he finishes off by waving a hand at them, collecting his dishes in a pan and making his way around the counter. johnny finds himself more at ease when he wanders over, flour on the counter and his eggs in their well.

"seems like you paid better attention this time," simon's wandered over, hip braced against his station as johnny works. he tracks his every move, nothing escaping his notice. 

"figured i should learn somethin at least," he says, scooping his shaggy dough together and beginning to work it into a ball.

simon hums, watches him work with a keen eye. he almost seems to be as distracted as johnny was, it makes him preen a bit, flex a little harder with each knead to show off his hard earned muscle.

he only catches it because he's watching so closely, but simon's chocolate eyes go a little blank for a moment, lips thinning, before he smirks a bit. there’s a brief flash of white teeth, small scar on his lip puckering the surrounding skin. johnny slows, seized by a visceral need to find out what it feels like against his mouth. 

"you're doing it wrong." he barely avoids squawking like a fucking chicken, surprised and a little insulted by simon's bluntness.

"here," he says, reaching over the counter to grip his wrist, "drive with the heel of your palm, not the flat of your hand. you want to push it across the table, not flatten the dough."

he barely manages to apply the new direction, trapped by the feeling of simon's callused fingers holding his wrist. his hand is warm, grip firm as he guides johnny's motion.

the pads of his fingers slip under the side of his hand, press against his palm to force it into the right angle. the dough gets shoved across the table, almost straight into simon's midriff.

"much better," he says, hand still burning a brand into johnny's wrist. slowly, he drags his fingers back, lets them linger along the sensitive skin of his inner wrist. it chases a shiver down johnny's spine, heat licking up his bones as simon ignites a fire in his gut.

"excuse me!" a woman calls from across the room, "i'm sorry, but i just can't figure this out and my dough isn't coming together." simon turns, ambles over to her station, his fingers dragging one more lingering pass along johnny's pulse. 

"it's all right," he says, drifting over to her slowly, "can you show me what you've already tried?"

johnny's glad for the brief separation, his heartbeat pounds in his veins as he recovers from simon's lingering touches. there shouldn't be that much heat packed into one little touch, five fingers and a palm haven’t affected him that much since he was a young lad.

he takes a moment, gets back to working his dough into a rough imitation of simon's. once it's wrapped and set aside to rest, he turns to the ricotta and arugula. a few cracks of pepper, a pinch of salt, one egg to bind it together.

his knife slices through the greens like butter, his first cuts smooth sailing. it lulls him into complacency. on the next slice, he lifts the knife too high, accidentally slips his knuckle into the path of his blade.

the knife is so sharp it takes a second to register the pain. "shit," he curses, scrambling for a dish towel, "shit, shit, fuck."

blood spills down his finger, runs in rivulets down the back of his hand. some of it slips into the space between his fingers, smears across the top of his palm in his frantic search.

the skin on his second knuckle is gone. right in the bend of his finger he's managed to cut it off, clean edges and stinging pain. it quickly subsides, dulling to an easily ignored ache in seconds.

"you broken?" simon asks, charging straight into his personal space. it's forceful, the tone of a man expecting to be answered. 

"what happened johnny?" there's an undercurrent of worry, his quiet concern making him flush again. The scar on his lip is distracting again, sharp canine peeking out as he frowns. 

"nothing, it's alright. just caught my knuckle under the knife. mostly just bleedin like a bitch right now." he looks up, meets simon's stare and smiles. "had worse, don't worry about little ol'me. i'll survive."

"told you," he says, cracking a relieved smile, "no flesh. no blood."

it makes johnny laugh, breaks the tension filling the classroom as everyone else sighs with relief and goes back to their dish.

"c'mon, we'll get you cleaned up and back to rights." simon, slips his hand into the crook of his elbow, guides him towards the steel doors leading to the staff only area. they swing open with a swoosh, the other man from earlier looks up from his prep station.

"price, do you mind covering for me? gotta little first aid to deal with," he sweeps a hand towards johnny where he stands clutching his stained towel.

"course simon," he says, wiping his hands and making his way past them, "patch kit should be refilled from garrick's class last week."

"cheers, thanks price. won't be too long." he turns to johnny, gestures towards the counter, "hop up and let me take a look."

simon swings around, makes his way to the shelves towards the edge of the room and begins rifling for the first aid kit as johnny pops up onto the table. the steel is cold under his ass, gradually seeping through the thick denim of his jeans as he waits.

his finger has started to ache, shock wearing off and nerves starting to work again. simon's making his way over, bright red kit swinging from his hand and a bowl of water balanced in the other.

"right then," he says, setting his load down by johnny's hip, "damage report, let me see what i'm working with."

his hands are gentle as they pull the dishcloth away from his bleeding knuckle. the flow is sluggish, already stopping with pressure. there's a not insignificant chunk of his knuckle missing, blood drying into the creases of his skin.

simon hums, dips the clean corner of the cloth into the glass of water and begins wiping away the leftover blood. he works steadily, gentle as he cleans and dries the wound. his blood is dabbed away with the damp corner, patted dry so softly he almost can’t feel it. 

johnny finds himself leaning forward with each pass of the cloth, watching the minute ways simon's expressions shift. he gets distracted by the pale sweep of his eyelashes as they flutter against his cheekbone, the graceful sweep of his cupid's bow as he bites his lip in concentration.

the ghost of simon's breath caresses his hand, whispery breeze brushing the spaces between his fingers. his palm is warm, nothing like the searing brand from earlier as he supports johnny's wrist. he can't help but be drawn into simon's orbit, caught in his gravitational force and circling helplessly.

 "hold this," he says, carefully wrapping johnny's fingers around the cloth as he searches for a plaster. simon's stepped closer, pretty much between johnny's legs as he looked through the kit.

johnny finds himself once again caught in the riptide of his imagination, thinking about leaning forward and tilting simon's chin up, catching his pretty pink lips in a kiss. he's so pale, johnny's certain he'd flush such a lovely red if he blushed. might even match the stains scattered over the ruined towel.

he wants to chase it, see how far it might go. unwrap this man's stiff cotton armour and sink his teeth into soft, pale, flesh. leave the bruised imprint of his jaws, set them to the corded muscle of his arms, shoulders, back, ass, and bite. wonders if he'd bruise deep purple like the night sky, lurid purple spots spread across the canvas of his skin.

"give me your hand." it's sharp. cracks his fantasy in half. he blinks at simon, so close they're breathing the same air. "johnny? can you give me your hand?"

"ye-yea, course, sorry. got distracted." simon snorts, paper crinkles as he opens the packaging.

"you, distracted? couldn't be true." he's quiet, murmuring between the two of them as machinery hums in the background.

"oi," he says, still low in the space between them, " i can pay attention. i can even be studious."

"hmmm sure, i'll believe it when i see it,” he says, barely a whisper, “need you to open your hand up if i'm ever gonna wrap your finger." simon's fingers curl under his, softly coaxing them to relax and open, "good, just like that," he rumbles.

it shoots straight down johnny's spine, sends sparks skittering along every nerve ending in his body. he's alert, fully drawn into simon’s orbit.

"alright johnny," he says, "i think you're all patched up."

"oh i don't know, it still hurts." simon's head snaps up, their eyes lock and johnny realises just how close they are. he can feel each of simon's shuddering breaths spill across his face, humid and warm as they buffet his chin and lips.

his head tips even further towards simon, their lips a hair's breadth away, "might need you to kiss it better for me."

their eyes are still locked together, each a fathomless pit of desire roiling below the barest hint of composure. simon's breath hitches, caught in his chest as johnny puts everything out in the open.

he holds johnny's stare, slowly lifts his wrist up between their faces. his tongue darts out, wets his lips in a quick pass. they press sweetly just below his injured knuckle, so careful not to add anymore pain.

"better?" he asks, voice rough as it rumbles up from the depths of simon's chest.

"yea," johnny knows he's red, blushing from his chest to the tips of his ears, "my very own knight in shining armour."

simon snorts, pulls back as the tension between them cracks and shatters. "c'mon then, if you're all patched up it's time to head back out."

he hops down, braces himself on the counter as his legs turn to jelly. desire coils through him, a snake ravenously devouring what little control he has left. it winds its way through him, scraping out his rib cage and devouring all his soft insides. it replaces them with a burning fire, desperate for release.

he dutifully follows simon back out into the classroom. the hiss of fire and clatter of people cooking comes as a shock to his system, so used to the brief intimacy of the back kitchen.

the rest of the class passes in a blur. he technically cooks a lovely lamb sirloin and potato gnocchi, but fucked if he can remember any of it. everything is just a haze of simon, simon, simon, who seems to return all the desire and more. 

each demonstration feels like a private lesson, dark eyes trapping him as his smooth voice rolls over the room. they leak heat with every pass, fanning the flames of need curling through him. 

he seems to be finding any excuse to wander his way over to johnny, just as trapped in his orbit. johnny never once eats in the dining room, invited instead by simon to eat together at the front of the class while they gather dishes and ferry them into the back kitchen.

he learns more and more about the lovely chef and with each new piece of shared history the fire inside him is stoked higher and higher. impatience begins to bleed into both of them the closer they get to the end of the class.

he barely tastes the panna cotta from earlier, no better than ash in his mouth as he tries his fucking hardest not to drop to his knees at simon's feet. watching the man lick creamy dessert from the end of a spoon probably counts as torture, the noises he makes definitely do.

johnny doesn't know how to feel about the fact that simon is the kind of man that enjoys food. on one hand, he's so damn expressive johnny can't help but feel every emotion as well. on the other hand, he fucking moans when it's something he really enjoys.

his sanity is crumbling more and more, brain turning to liquid with every passing second. it feels like he's never going to make it out alive.

finally though, they reach the end of the night. the last of the dishes are collected, straggling students out the door. it's only johnny and simon, price hidden away behind closed doors as he finishes the closing routine. they're at a crossroads, a turning point of the night.

"so," simon finishes drying his hands, tosses the cloth in a basket and rounds the counter to stand in front of johnny, "what do you suppose we do now?"

"i was thinking it might be my turn to teach you something," he says, holding out a motorbike helmet, "what do you say?"

simon grins, blindingly bright, "let me grab my coat."

soap signing up for a couple’s cooking class with his partner—when said partner breaks up with him a day before the class

soap going anyway because he doesn’t want to waste the money he spent on it, and who knows, maybe he’ll find someone else there. or, at the very least, he wouldn’t be the only (now-) single

soap realizing that maybe it had been a good thing he’s here alone with the rapidly-growing obsession with the class’s instructor, ghost, and his unfairly attractive arms and the muscles that move as he works

(and ghost, spending the most time helping soap, even when soap hardly needs it. then soap lingering in the class once it’s over, waiting for everyone to clear out just for a chance to keep talking to ghost, who is more than happy to chat with soap as he cleans and closes up)

[tonysslut]

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝚳𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✿ - fluff ✩ - smut ࿏ - angst

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or republished to any site. This is all purely for fun and fictional, not meant to represent the actual person in any circumstance. Please pay attention to the warnings. They are there for a reason.

✩ dessert for breakfast - tony decides to skip breakfast and have you instead.

✩ training - seeing you train with steve rubs tony the wrong way

✩ put a baby in me ✿ pt.2 - seeing tony holding a baby has your mind running wild with the thought of starting a family.

✩ good morning - you and tony wake up with a need to please each other.

✩ tony weakness - you discover one of tony's kinks

✩ i'm yours - you admit to tony that you're a virgin

✩ together - you suggest something new to try out in the bedroom

✩ honeymoon - the first night of your honeymoon

✩ the dress - tony doesn't like the outfit you picked to go out

✩ make a mess - tony wants to try something new

✩ distraction - you almost blow your mission when tony walks in

✩ the bigger, the better - the size difference between the two of you makes things a little extra exciting

✩ vanilla scented pt.2 - tony misses you on his work trip and uses a special video of you to satisfy his need for you.

✩ worship - tony helps you relax after a long day

✿✩ the wedding - the day you marry tony

✩ nsfw alphabet

✩ sneaking out - you sneak out of the house in order to avoid tony ripping your clothes into sherds again, only to find him waiting for you when you get back.

✩ the gala - your neediness gets you in trouble

✩✿ lab partners - a movie night leads to tony expressing his love for you

✩ surprise - you find a special way to wake tony up

✩ the bet - your stubbornness leaves you deprived

✩ choke me - you discover a new kink

✿ the proposal - your christmas present comes with an extra surprise

✿ waiting for a baby - moments throughout your pregnancy

✩ the road trip - you get impatient and decide to reach your release yourself, hoping to persuade Tony

✩ his gold chain - tony's gold necklace becomes a temptation

࿏ bend the rules - you finally decide to confront tony, but things don't go as planned.

✩ misbehaving - you interrupt tony’s meeting

࿏ the return home - tony comes home after the final battle, but he's unrecognizable

✩ holding back - tony tried being gentle, but he just can't hold back anymore

✩✿ kiwi - you use your safe word

࿏ betrayal - you fall out of love with tony

✩ forbidden desires - tony takes you to the bathroom for a quickie

✩ possessive - tony gets possessive when he sees you interacting with another man at his gala

✿ he loves me, he loves me not - your sugar daddy/baby relationship becomes more than what it was meant to be

✩ spare parts - tony can't stop working on a car so you distract him

✩ take control - you help tony relax

✩ just your boss - late night in the office brings you closer to your boss

✩✿ the starks - drabbles and mini-stories of y/n and tony’s relationship through the years.

✩✿࿏ i could be better boyfriend than him - steve disappears after the accords, leaving you without a way to contact or track him down. heartbroken and vulnerable, tony builds you back up again. what happens when steve decides to show up again?

✩✿࿏ just my boss - one late night at the office brings you closer to your boss in ways you didn't expect. will you end up regretting your decision? or will you own it and see where things go?

✩ tony’s top 5 kinks

✩ tony’s top 5 positions

✩ mob boss tony

✿ getting tony's name tattooed on your body

✿ tony gets your name tattooed on his body

✿✩ helping tony shave

✩ phone sex

[eggtartz]

Hii!! Can I request if the Tokyo Revengers boys prefer to have a foreigner or a Japanese partner and why?

Characters: Mikey, Izana, Rindou and Souya (If it's a lot of characters you can just do the first three ^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

a/n : thankyou anon for requesting 🫶🏻 i added some more characters hehe hope you'll enjoy this!

characters : mikey + izana + rindou + souya + hanma + sanzu

summary : tr characters who prefer foreign or japanese partners! (please don't take these too seriously, they're just opinions and thoughts of mine!)

mikey

- being the leader of a gang, he has to travel a lot for missions and stuff

- he would then meet with you and try his best to approach you (despite the language barriers)

- would somehow ask you out for a dinner and have a translator secretly translating what you meant

- would try to learn about your language

- once comfortable, he would ask you to bring him to the best dessert places there

- would try to give you nicknames in your language (he'd do it randomly too)

izana

- being half filipino he came to japan not too fluent in the language

- however he met you when you both attend the same highschool so you'd try to befriend him

- he would give hand signs in the early friendship of yours

- nearing graduation, you saw him with a guy that has scar across his forehead

- you hesitantly tried to approach him until he called your name in japanese

- you two would be in touch a lot and eventually go on dates together (plus the scary man with the scar sometimes third-wheeling..)

rindou

- if rindou continued his dj hobbies, he'd definitely go outside japan to expand his tracks and music

- would make background music and while doing so in the club, he met you

- had a crush on you that he wrote a song about you (he didn't said it was about you, but ran read it anyways)

- ran being the nosy brother he is, went to the club rindou was doing the show that night and saw rindou staring at you

- so with long strides, ran boldly said rindou liked you

- poor rindou was a blushing mess

- you both went home together that night though

- say thankyou ran <3

souya

- first time met you at the ramen shop

- he thinks you looked very pretty and unintentionally stared

- until his brother smacked his head to get back to work

- souya saw you were sitting at the table, slurping slowly on the ramen while doing assignments that were on the table

- he thought you looked stressed "uh hi some tea if you like?" he gently asked while placing the mug on your table

- you smiled at him but his face was already burning hot that he avoided eye contact

- even his brother couldn't stop teasing

- eventually, you waited until the ramen shop closed and went to talk with him again

- (insert nahoya teasing him a lot that night because you asked him for coffee when he's free)

hanma

- he was smoking in a parking lot when he saw you that was going to smoke too (damaged lung besties)

- your lighter kept flicking but the flame wasn't lit so he offered his lighter

- muttering a silent thankyou in a foreign language, he nodded but looked at you again when you traced his hand, specifically on his tattoo

- you were interested with the tattooed letters on his hand that you two managed to achieve an understanding although there were miscommunications

- asked you out immediately the next morning when he saw you during his mission

sanzu

- prefer a japanese partner so he won't have misunderstandings

- haru can be quite troubling in communicating with his partner so he would like to sit down and understand throughout what you said incase you both argued

- he would really love the way you say his name "haru" in that dialect you have

- he'd feel like he's unworthy of love so he never seeks for it until you came (you did the first steps and such)