#too much action for today💀

[saeist]

what people don't know about sae itoshi is that despite being known as the nonchalant final boss, he's actually the most chalant person known to man when it comes to his lover

it's quite hilarious really. people who know about your relationship usually come to you and ask how the soccer super star prodigy has been treating you but you always answer the same— he's treating you well

although people don't really buy it. the way sae acts around you in public is rigid at best. yes, he's your boyfriend and yes, he loves you very much but when you two are out and about, media outlets just can't help but publish articles about how the famed midfielder is totally "an emotional unavailable partner" (sae reports every single article about this btw)

sae itoshi is a man of few words. letting his actions talk for him is one way to put it

but behind closed doors? it's another story

it might be considered a legend that the sae itoshi is actually a pretty hands on boyfriend. in fact, sometimes it becomes a little too much when he dotes on you so much

one time you texted him that you had a headache for a while now and you almost forgot who you were texting the second he replies that it's because you didn't do this and that today

[3:14 PM] mi corazón: ? [3:14 PM] mi corazón: did you drink water today? i didn't see you drink before i left for training [3:15 PM] mi corazón: have you eaten? fucking hell don't tell me you "forgot" to eat again because you were caught up at work? [3:16 PM] mi corazón: wya? i'll order you food. ask your shitty co workers what they want too so i can treat your department while i'm at it. tsk [3:17 PM] mi corazón: tsk. what will you do without me [3:17 PM] you: sae... it's just a headache.... it's hot out today [3:18 PM] mi corazón: you forgot to bring the fucking umbrella i got you from pasotti? [3:19 PM] you: ykw i don't have a headache anymore [3:20 PM] mi corazón: read 3:20 PM

another time was you had joined him into going on a hike with his friends (shidou and aiku) and you accidentally had spluttered mud all over your legs

aiku and shidou were kind enough to stop so you could clean yourself up but you simply brush it off and say that it's part of the nature experience of hiking but sae thought otherwise

he grabbed a wet wipe from his backpack (another hc: he comes prepared like a boyscout with shit like this like personal hygiene shit💀), kneels down behind you and starts wiping the mud off your legs

much to everyone's surprise

"be careful next time" sae mutters, wiping the last bit of mud on your calf before disposing the now dirty wipes away

when you don't say anything, sae looks up and raises a brow

"what?"

he then watches your eyes motion to the bystanders being aiku and shidou, who both had their jaws dropped to the floor

who knew their little soccer super star friend could be this down bad to their lover?

sae immediately gets up from the ground, brushing his trousers as he clears his throat. as if that could erase that beautiful moment shared with you from aiku and shidou's minds

"tsk. don't make a big deal out of it" sae clicks his tongue in annoyance as he leads the pack back on the trail. consciously ignoring aiku and shidou's loud giggles and teasing

sae knows damn well that they won't ever live this down but who cares. if it's you, he'd do anything in a heartbeat

a few weeks pass by and wow, was sae right. those two idiots did not in fact live it down. so much that they just had to leak it to the media that the nonchalant final boss, sae itoshi isn't the final boss to nonchalance after all

the first thing he sees on his phone was a new article posted by pop base

[EXCLUSIVE] SAE ITOSHI ISN’T EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED AFTER ALL? JUICY INSIDERS SCOOP!

when he takes a peek at the article (before he reports it), it was oddly specific and detailed about that one hiking trip you had a few weeks ago. he didn't have to put two and two together to figure out who these "juicy insiders" were

"god damn it" sae clenches his jaw as he continues to skim through the article

suddenly sae hears you burst out laughing from the living room

oh no.

sae trudges to your shared living room with your own cup of kombucha for the day and sees you laughing your ass out while reading the same article

"stop reading that" sae groans, settling down the cup on the coffee table. he takes a seat next to you and leans his head on top of yours

"they're right you know" you giggle, reading the article "for a guy who acts all cold and collected on the outside, you sure are the exact opposite on the inside"

sae rolls his eyes, "gee. i wonder where they got that information from. i'm going to kill both of them" he mutters, pertaining to shidou and aiku

"you're just embarrassed that you've been exposed for the secret lover boy you are"

"they don't need to know what goes on behind closed doors" he points out. true

"okay lover boy. whatever you say" you laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. there was no point with arguing with sae when it comes to shit like this

there's a moment of silence after that. you glance up to catch sae quietly looking at you. like he was all caught up in the moment within your shared humble abode

"jesus. you really are down bad" you gasp quietly, covering your mouth pretending to be shocked. sae snaps out of his little trance hearing your words and flicks your forehead

"am not!"

"are so!"

"no!"

"yes!"

"i love you" you interject, catching sae slightly off guard

you meet sae's eyes as they soften. he simply shrugs and wraps an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you close to his chest

"and i love you more— now stop reading that stupid article before i report you and that damn news media outlet"

"sae!"

[dragonsoulage]

What their kinks are…

feat. Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Baji Keisuke, Izana Kurokawa, Takashi Mitsuya

Sometimes they just can’t pretend as if they wouldn’t want to breed you or see you in pretty clothes they chose. Like they just can’t help themselves when you look just so divine it makes them go feral.

Hello friendos, this time we enjoy some Tokyo Revengers men and their kinks I think could fit them the most. I believe like with Izana it depends on the emotional state he is having sometimes. Although he is more rough overall 🤣💀

I hope you enjoy, because it was quiet fun writing it ✨✨💀🌚

Wordcount: 3,1k

Warnings: dominant men, rough, breeding kink, prais kink, Mommy issues/ kink, manhandling, biting, scratching, hair pulling, size kink, soft dom, clothes kink

Manjiro Sano - The switcher

Mikey gives off such a switch vibe energy. At first, he pins you down, having his way with you, wanting to make you beg for it. And the next, oh, such lovely eyes look up when he wants you to take the lead.

And unlike Izana, he wants this. He admits he likes it.

It depends on his mood, what he prefers, and what you give him today. Are you bratty? Well, he won't hesitate to pin you down underneath him, feeding you his long inches, gently choking you.

Even when he still presses a gentle kiss on your neck, cooing in your ear how well you take him.

Urging you to say how good he makes you feel.

"Come on, sweetheart, use your words," he teased, holding your thighs open to bully his dick between your puffy folds, making you tremble and roll back your eyes. He enjoys doing this to you. Seeing what his actions do to your sweet body, he adored you, eyes roaming over your form.

He is also really much into emotional sex, besides the fact he can fuck you into the mattress, being tender to you, and telling you how much he needs and loves you.

Often this is the point when things switch. Being on top of him, sitting up, he holds you, having you oh, so close. Mikey sat up too, just so he could bury his head in your neck, breathing you in.

Needing you, like he needs the fucking air to breath.

This is the moment when the fragile side slips through.

The softer side is that he actually is allowed to be vulnerable. And as soon as you noticed how his strokes went a little softer, you went with it. Tangled in arms and skin, wrapping them around his shoulders as your forehead lay against his.

Wide blue eyes looking in just your own orbs, you felt his breath caressing your lips, so puffy because you still rocked your hips into him.

The moment his feral look went suddenly all so gentle, daring you to take the lead. Just so the big boss finally could enjoy and just be.

"You feel like heaven...uhh." He let out, holding you still close, before you kissed his cheek.

Your palm came up cradling his face when you brushed back a blonde lock of his hair behind his ear.

"Hmm, you like that? I did not even start yet." You chuckled sultrily before you tried to get a firmer position.

Mikey not hesitating to lift you on your ass to help you adjust.

"I want you to say it, baby," you cooed in his ear, tilting your hips just right, shifting your weight so you could get a little better friction, which made you sigh content.

"You don't need to be that demanding," he chuckled shortly before leaning back on his elbows, enjoying the view.

How perfect your body was in his eyes, how your tits just slightly swayed with your motion. The expression on his face says it all: he wants his girl to take the lead. And you did, gently grasping his chin, making you look at him, what he does, and what he adores.

"Am I? Demanding, sweet boy?" you asked him just before you started to bounce now a little faster. Walls squeezing tighter around his girth, and this was the point when his head fell back and a deep whine was heard. He couldn't keep his composure, not when his hands were reaching for your breasts, holding them, and when his eyebrows knit together.

"Fuck...No, Mommy," his voice strained, but he let go, just feeling your warm, tight pussy around him, unraveling him faster than any other thing in this world could.

Ken Ryuguji - Addicted to get you so full of him

I mean, it is obvious, Draken is a tall guy, a strong one. Always have been and always will be. So he just adores when you feel so small in his hands or around his cock.

Squeezing him in the most delicious way makes him grunt.

When he knows, he simply covers your whole frame when hovering over you. Spreading your thighs open just to watch his fat cock disappear in your puffy folds, how you struggle to take him, and yet your wet pussy sucked him in—at least she tried to.

"Look at that little, perfect pussy, so greedy even when I am not halfway in yet," he snickers, before planting a kiss right underneath your ear, just so he can listen to the little mewl.

Feeling the way your small hands grabbed after his biceps, nails digging in.

"Ken...it's too big... I- ahh." You tried to find any kind of words, but all you felt was that big stretch when he finally was completely sheathed inside you. Eyes squeezing shut, and head fell back in the pillows. So he saw the vulnerable column of your throat. Not hesitating to place open-mouthed hot kisses down there, all while fucking so slowly into you. Large hands held you open when you squirmed.

"Pretty girl can take it, yeah?" It was not a question, more spoken as a fact when he thrusts harder, deliberate but always on point to make you crumble beneath him.

I also imagine he has a thing for praise, and he is more likely to give praise. Like telling, you how pretty you look, how beautiful you are when you are wrecked. How good you felt around him, how it was making him feral. And believe me, he is going feral at some point.

"Taking me so well, look how utterly perfect you are like this," whispering it in your ear with that deep booming voice, making you shudder and more...clench around him, so his thrust stuttered for a short moment.

"Harder, baby," were the only words you always managed to choke out. Just so his hair that fell out of his braid tickled your face. Abs tensing when fucking you even deeper and harder. Just how you need it, how he needs it.

"I've got you, pretty girl. So fucking pretty and wet for me, hm?"

Overall, he is dominant but always makes you feel safe, never pushes you to your limit, even when you want him to... He knows when your body needs a break, and you are just too cock drunk to notice it. But he never left you unsatisfied. I always imagine when he knows you are sore...he would love when you sit on his face. No matter what weight you are, for him, he would love to get smothered by your pussy; he likes the weight he tries to put down on him. When he is fucking his tongue inside your cute pussy.

But Draken gets really feral when it is about breeding. Tell him you want it inside, and every ounce of self control is gone. Hand on your chin, tilting it up, looking in your eyes with such a pure need.

"Fuck a baby into me, Ken." Those sweet words, half moaned right in his face when you looked like you would die when he would not cum inside you. "Then tell me how much you want me to have it inside, pretty," he commanded, gently taking a deep breath, knowing he was bracing himself for the next hours to pump so much cum into you. Having you so overstimulated but begging...he was just a man. How should he deny his girlfriend that?  

Baji Keisuke - The manhandling menace

Baji? Fucking naughty, he takes you when he feels like it, aware how wet you got when he started manhandling you.

Seeing you in that dress? Damn, without thinking, he would bend you over his bike. But it's not just that. Even when I think he would be more the dominant one, he still likes when you bite back...or when you let him ruin you.

Baji fucking adores the way it feels when you pull on his hair while he eats you out. Bronze eyes looking up all while his tongue is so busy being buried into your tight, wet heat. Groaning when he just tasted your sweetness, he couldn't help but go feral. When does that man have any self-control?

He does things because he feels like them. Eating you out, his favorite meal of the day, and your hands in his silky raven strands? When he looks so handsome, being all focused and smug about making you come undone without even his cock?

"Come on, baby, pull it harder," he urged you to before laying his tongue flat against your clit, which was making your hips buck up. Your hands pulling it harder, and his face even more into your pussy.

But not just that—he loves to pull your hair too, fist wrapped around your hair, pounding you from behind. Girthy cock buried to the hilt in your snug cunt that fit him perfectly. You were already keening as it literally knocked your breath out of your lungs with every deep thrust. Pulling your hair just so his other hand grabs your throat gently. Watching that cute little expression when he fucked you dumb with teary eyes.

"Don't look at me with those eyes," he growled, yanking your head back, so his lips were warm against your ear.

"What eyes?" you asked him, all so innocent, although you knew what you did.

"These pleading eyes are telling me to fuck you even harder, sweetheart," whispering it in your ear before getting your head pushed into a pillow.

I also can imagine him quite the biter, especially during foreplay, making out? Your lips will be kiss-bitten, pink, and glossy. Barely keeping up with his hunger when his tongue was invading your mouth like a starved man, exploring every place in your mouth, tongues tangled before he started with a nib and gently sucked in your bottom lip just to bite down gently.

Not just that when he fucks you in a full nelson, he does enjoy biting oh so tenderly in your neck and shoulder. Loving the feeling of how your skin tasted and how it made your cute pussy throb when he does it with his canines.

And in case you bite back, that has him going, biting his shoulder when he sinks in deep, trying to keep yourself from coming too hard? He does enjoy it.

Baji is all yours when you start scratching him, when he pushes your thighs apart with large calloused hands, his face in the crook of your neck when he was sliding into you so effortlessly. Just when he picks up pace, your nails raking over his back, it was having his balls draw up tight, making him groan oh so deep. "Fuck, do it again," he commands. Give him a scratch, and he is all yours.  

Izana Kurokawa - The controlling one until he melts

I am sure he is a guy who wants control, wants to be king, and wants to be in total control of you. And don't get me wrong, this guy wrecks you in bed.

Throwing you around to his liking before giving your poor pussy the pounding of your life.

He enjoys watching you struggle beneath him; this is for sure. He pushes your limits, but never too much. Not for real, though.

Hands gripping so tight it was nearly bruising when he has you on your knees. Always these wet squelches of your pussy, the moan he could earn, the whimper on your tongue, the whisper of his name when he fucked you like this.

Head fell back, just to drag every mean inch of him along your inner walls. Making you feel every vein with this hard, punishing pace he had. Smacking your ass, just in time so you would squeeze him. And he knew you would.

"Look at that greedy, slutty girl. All on her knees for her king...fuck." He loved to degrade you, but not too much; you are his queen, not his slut, but he fucks you like one.

He could have had every girl, but you were the only one he wanted.

Izana knows you are patient, you are a safe place, his safe place.

You don't use him, not like everyone else. You let him use you, no matter if it were to fuck or sometimes...just sometimes cuddling you a moment longer than he intended.

Poor boy, so confused why he stayed like this with you, even when deep down he knows why.

You invited him to let him fall, and only when he wanted to, never demanding it.

He also loves praise....praise him when he makes you cum. Praise him when the big stretch feels so good.

And then there is a little other thing. Something he didn't even dare to realize he had until that one time.

It's obvious that he got mommy issues, and when you are so patient with him, maybe just maybe...after he ruined you thoroughly, when you climbed on top of him. Being a little sore but oh, so tender.

Peppering kisses along his neck and chest. Hot breath caressing his ear when he felt how your snug cunt sunk down his pulsing shaft, squeezing him so deliciously. Your fingertips dancing over his muscles.

"You are such a strong boy, aren't you?" you whispered, kissing the spot right behind his ear.

It made the great Izana shudder. Hands glued on your waist, like as if he would be afraid you would disappear.

He growled, holding back so much now. You were good to him, so good. When suddenly...just suddenly: "Yes, Mommy" slipped past his tongue. In a moment he is in shock, frozen in place. Just when he felt your pussy squeezing a little tighter and saw the delicate blush on you.

Not a sign of any discomfort or that you would make fun, he decides to let it be. Indulging in a rare moment where you are allowed to take the lead. The real lead, making his head spin so he could let loose for just this moment.

You kissed his lips shortly before caressing his cheek with your thumb, palming his face. "Then let Mommy take care of you now," you said sultrily before your hips started a sensual rhythm. Looking down on him, he was not really sure what happened now, but his fingers tightened around you. Eyes just narrowing a little when he let you have the pace you wished.

"Relax, baby. You deserve it. You have been so good today, so strong," you mumbled gently, trying to ease him from what just slipped out of his mouth.

Your flat hand pressing him down on his chest, not too harsh; it was a delicate balance before he probably would take the lead because he said, "Mommy?"

But damn, it felt good, especially when you had this gentle and sensual pace of your hips. Tits bouncing just slightly was an erotic sight when he looked up.

When you noticed slowly he let loose, for once...his head fell back, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, eyes squeezing shut. Not whining, but he strained himself to not lose all of his control completely. Your hand danced up his skin, tracing the lines of his neck before gently wrapping your fingers around his throat, not squeezing, just holding, before leaning down.

"You are such a good boy for Mommy, huh?" you whispered, and when you did, his hips jerked up, holding your waist tightly.

"Good at wrecking you in all the right places," he answered, still cocky but letting you have this way because you felt like damn sin. 

Takashi Mitsuya - The worshipper with style  

He is a walking green flag. You are not confident in your body? This changes when this man has you in his hands. Kissing every "imperfection" you thought you had, telling you what a goddess you are. Lavender eyes always half-lidded but so in awe when he parts your legs, to worship your absolutely divine pussy.

It was not just sweet and tasty...no, you were divine. Arms slung around your thigh, face buried where you needed him the most. "Such a good girl, with such a perfect pussy," he mumbled before his tongue lay flat against your cunt. Dragging his tongue over your hot slit, just seconds before his tongue flicking over your clit makes you gasp so cute, trying to find a hold on his hair. Your face turned away from him... he stopped. He wanted to see how good you look when you fall apart. How he made you feel.

"Nah, no turning away, love. Look in my face when I eat you." So you were forced to look at him; otherwise, he would have stopped, and you were far too needy then to stop.

"Taka..." you pouted, looking down, eyes immediately rolling back as soon as you felt his tongue.

He could spend hours there, just to watch your body react.  

In general, he loves to pick out clothes for you, or it's a bonus when he makes them. Fucking you in a dress that perfectly hugged your curves? That was so flattering on you because he knew your body better than you? When every stitch he did is made for this moment? Just so he could raise the hem up and fuck you when he pulled the cute panties he chose for you aside?

Having you in missionary just to see how gorgeous you were, makeup slightly smeared from the blow job you had given him. Hair tousled because he couldn't help, but then pull on it slightly.

His angry tip disappearing inside you, but all he could look at now was you...how your chest spilled nearly out of the cleavage, how he ruined you, and yet how good you looked while taking him.

"Told you, it would fit you perfectly, as you always fit for me so perfectly... God, you are so tight," cursing slightly because when he fucked you, he never came first, always wanting you to fall apart before he spilled right onto your naughty panties. Nothing is more arousing for him than seeing your panties full of his cum, makes you look even better.

"God, I need it deeper...please." Your plea was sweet, so sweet his head fell in your neck and he groaned. Adoring it whenever you wanted something. Serving you in devotion...you want it deeper? He hit the perfect angle. You needed it harder? He held you tighter and did it. Whatever you needed, without hesitation he made it happen.

Rubbing small circles over your clit, just so you would squirt on him, to tell you how pretty you looked while doing this...

"Hmmm, come on, love. Just a little...want this pretty pussy to cum for me. You can do it, right?" he urged you while his thumb was so firm on your nub it made your legs tremble, and you shudder...

[elordilover]

Hellooo ✨️ Could you write a friends to lovers walker x reader where reader plays walker's love interest ? Like everyone in the cast can see they like each other but them, and they get jealous when other people show interest in each other? Thank youu ❤️‍🩹

yess! thank you so much for the request!

“just friends”

pairing: walker scobell x fem! reader

summary: you play walker’s love interest in the pjo series, but is your romance just for the cameras?

warnings: none, not proofread, sorry if this is like my other friends to lovers with walker, it’s my fav trope i can’t help myself 💀

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“cmon just talk to him, everyone can tell you guys like each other!” dior told you.

“yeah i like him but he doesn’t like me i promise, we’ve had this conversation a million times already!” you told her.

“okay but the way he looks at you says otherwise”, she said, trying to prove her point. “Y/N i promise he does, i’ll ask him today”

“wait don’t”, you said quickly grabbing her phone, “don’t ask him, then he’ll know that i like him!”

“that’s the whole point Y/N! we are trying to set you up”, she protested.

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meanwhile:

“dude she likes you i promise”, aryan told walker.

“she could have anyone else, she would never date me”, walker said.

“i promise, just talk to her about it. you guys hang out all the time, aren’t you guys hanging out tomorow? just ask her then”, aryan said while putting this plan into action.

“no. tomorrows too early, maybe after the press tour”

“promise?” aryan said while he stuck out his pinky.

“promise.” walker said while bringing out his pinky and sealing the promise.

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it was the day after you and dior had the conversation. you were with walker right now, laying on his bed and talking, randomly showing each other tiktoks. he felt like home.

walker turned his head to look at you, “are you ready for all the interviews?”

“kind of. i’m excited to wear cute outfits, but not excited for dumb questions”, being this close to him game you butterflies. you could see his light freckles and the light pink flush on his cheeks. his beautiful blue eyes shined in the sun. you were sure your cheeks were bright red.

“same, im excited to be back with everyone though” he said while looking right into your eyes.

“same!!”, you said excitingly, “i can’t wait to see aryan again he’s so funny”, you said.

“yeah…. he is”, walker replied seeming more distant, you didn’t know why though. he kind of seemed jealous because you mentioned aryan.

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it was the first day of the press tour, it was the pjo series premier. you got dressed with leah and dior in your hotel room, there was also hairdressers and stylists with you. you were wearing a beautiful blue gown, with lace sleeves. leah was wearing a beautiful gold and blue gown.

you guys met up with the guys before walking the carpet for interviews, walker was wearing a deep navy suit. it complemented his eyes so well. he looked beautiful.

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“how did your relationships grow during filming?”, the interviewer asked, she had long beautiful blond hair with a gold dress.

“yeah i definitely grew closer to everyone during filming, especially walker and aryan, since i was filming with them all the time. i consider them my best friends now, they are the funniest people ive ever met. and ive met the coolest people through filming this show”, you replied reminiscing on your filming experience.

“amazing. what was your favorite scene to film?”, she asked noticing how you kept looking toward the left, where walker was being interviewed.

“ummmmm”, you said trying to find and answer. you looked over to walker to find a familiar face. you saw the lights hit his face in a way that he looked magical. you could stare at that face forever. he turned his head and looked at you, your cheeks heated up immediately as he waved to you.

“my favorite scene to film was probably a scene in the last episode. i can’t spoil anything but it was definitely my favorite to film, you’ll guys will see soon!!”

“niceeee well we will let you go! you look beautiful tonight Y/N!”

“thank you! you do too!” you replied.

you walked to the left and walked past walker.

“Y/N!” he called out to you, “come here” you walked back over to him and he stretched out his arms to hug you.

“hey Y/N” the interviewer said, “there’s one question i’ve been dying to ask you both”

“hi! what is it?” you said as walker also said “okay, ask away”

“okay, are you guys sure there’s nothing going on backstage with you guys?” he asked.

“oh um”, you said nervously, you didn’t know what to answer, so you let walker,

“no, there’s not. we are best friends tho! but yeah we keep the romance on screen” walker answers while you nodded to his answer.

even though you guys weren’t dating, that hurt for him to say. it shouldn’t, but it does. you felt betrayed. there was really no reason for feeling this way.

“but are you sure you are “just friends”’ he asked again.

“we are sure, i promise”, you answered to give walker a break.

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it was a couple days after the premier, you till replayed walker looking at you and hugging you in your mind. you and the younger kids of the cast were hanging out.

“oh my god”, dior said while she was scrolling through her phone.

“what”, you all said in unison.

“i’m gonna send it, y’all have to see this”, she replied.

you picked up your phone and watched the tiktok she sent all of you. it was a tiktok using the clips from the premier shipping you and walker. your cheeks immediately flushed and you looked over at walker. his cheeks grew a light pink and he gave you an upside down smile.

“stop it right now”, aryan said while slightly laughing.

“i mean it’s a good ship”, walker said quietly while shrugging his shoulders.

“i mean yeah it is”, you agreed as you liked the video and saved it.

“i see these all the time, y’all are cute”, dior said while smiling ear to ear.

“they are!!” aryan agreed.

you looked over at walker and noticed how red his cheeks were, yours were too. maybe he did like you all this time….

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thank you for reading! feedback is appreciated!

*i will most likely write a part 2 for this so send in ideas for it!!*

🎀🪩🪞🛋️💌🖇️🥿🐞🌺🌎🫧🥒🫐🍦🥄🎱🩰

[todoroklee]

Boo 👻

Uhm uhm uhm- I haves a request, I’m literally feeding off of Denki tickle fics rn and I know that’s not a character u normally do buttt you can use any Ler/lee you want with him ^^ I just ask for no foot tks pleaseeee

Okay im flustered enough writing this, bye bye now

YES I WOULD LOVE TO WRITE A DENKI FIC OMGGG!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!! :333

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Lee!denki ler!katsuki

Summary: Denki was having a bad day, everyone could tell, Bakugou was the one who decided to do something about it

AN: sorry if this is shit x 💀🖐🏻

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It was a gorgeous day outside, the sun gleaming, the breeze cool, it was perfect. Everyone was outside, enjoying themselves!

Katsuki went back inside to the kitchen to grab a popsicle when he heard the tv on, he looked over and saw- denki? Why's he here? Shouldn't he be outside?

Katsuki rolled his eyes and walked over, flicking Denkis forehead,

"Oi, spark-plug. What are you doing inside? Too lazy to socialise now?"

"Just wanna be in here." Denki muttered, an almost...sad tone, to his voice.

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, looking at the seemingly sad boy in front of him, once a ray of sunshine, now covered by clouds.

"Tch, what's wrong with you today?" Katsuki muttered, sitting down next to denki.

"...I don't really know. Just kinda feel bummed out." Denki replied softly, looking at katsuki for a few seconds before turning back to the tv slowly.

Katsuki hummed, shifting a bit to get comfortable when he accidentally elbowed Denkis side. This small action earned a quiet squeak and a flinch, oh?

The grin which appeared on Katsuki's face was villainous, where you'd look at him and know you were fucking screwed.

Denki was blissfully unaware. He was upset. Tired. Eyes drooping as he stared at the tv. Not the same denki kaminari everyone loves. Katsuki was going to fix this.

The explosive blonde sat up on his knees, moving too quickly for denki to even react to katsuki grabbing his wrists and flipping him so that he was laying down beneath him.

"Say spark-plug, you wouldn't happen to be....ticklish? Would you?" Katsuki spoke slowly, pinning Denkis hands under his knees as he grinned maliciously.

Denki froze. Of course he was ticklish. Everyone's ticklish!

"i- katsuki dohont-"

The anticipation was holding denki hostage, forcing uncontrollable giggles to spill from his throat as he stared at the clawed hand which hovered over his stomach.

"oh? Giggling already? I haven't even touched you!" Katsuki exclaimed, before slowly letting his hand fall onto denkis torso, spidering slowly around his stomach, sides and ribs. "Oops, now I have"

Denki squealed, giggling frantically yet quietly. Squirming to try and escape the ever so ticklish touch.

"ehEhehe-! Kahahahat-"

"Where are ya bad spots? Hm Mr. Giggles?" Katsuki teased, sero said that his hips were a hotspot...the blonder of the two dug his thumb into denkis hips, eliciting a screech and loud giggles from his mouth.

"ihIHhahaHa- doHONt!"

"Don't what?"

"tIHiCkle MehEhe!...waHahait waIt nohohoho-" The regret- well....not really regret, but the fear set in immediately.

"tickle you? Yeah sure!" Katsuki leaned down, pushing Denkis shirt up so he could do this easier. Taking one finger to trace around his belly button, one to poke and scratch into his belly button, and finally he leaned down and sunk his teeth into denkis hips.

Denki shrieked before erupting into loud, boisterous cackles.

"crAhAHAP- KAHATSUKI! WAHAHAIT!"

"Wait for what sparky? Wait for you to stop being so ticklish? I'm afraid that's never gonna happen! And I definitely won't wait to hear that laugh we've all missed, glad you're not so moody now that you've had some tickle tickle tickles~" Katsuki teased, nibbling and blowing slow raspberries into denkis hips.

His hands moved down, giving the electric boy's thighs a quick squeeze before pausing at his knees. Grinning.

"three...."

Oh fuck.

"two..."

"WAIT WAIT LEHETS TALK! PLEASE! KATSUKI IM BEGGING YOHOU!" Denki was giggling and shrieking, trying to get katsuki away from his poor, sensitive knees.

"one...."

"KATSUKI! DOHONT!"

"aaaand...."

Nononono-

Katsuki dug into where Denkis knees and thighs met with one hand, the other scribbling into the underneaths of his knees. Leaning back down to nibble into his poor hips as well.

Such a blessing curse that denki is sooo ticklish, well, for him at least.

Denki screamed.

"WAHAHAHAHA- NAHAHAHA- KAHAT! KATSUKI! PLEHEHAHAHA- NOHO! IHIHITS TOHOHAHAHA- TOHOO MUHUCH!" Kaminari was in hysterics, his head dropped back as he cackled, writhing and squirming as much as he could to try and evade the heavenly torturous touch of his friend.

Katsuki though, why not step it up a notch? His explosions were at the ready.

Denki froze.

"Say red and I'll slow down," was all katsuki said before setting off explosions. Not painful, agonizingly ticklish. Unbearable even.

He dug and kneaded into the sensitive flesh of Denkis thighs, specifically where they hit his knees, adding explosion after explosion, the boy beneath him shrieking and screeching with every touch.

"OHOKAHAHAHAY- PLEHEHAHAHAHA- RED! REHAHAHA-" Denki screamed, begging for mercy.

Katsuki slowed to a stop...well, kinda. His hands crawled up Denkis legs to his torso, pushing his shirt up one last time.

Denki was drunk with giggles, curled up as much as he could be, in heaven hell.

Katsuki slowly traced all around Denkis stomach, up his ribs, raking his nails into the divets of the bones and wiggling his fingers into the giggly mess' armpits beneath him.

"kitchy kitchy coo~"

Denki giggled loudly, yet, he didn't utter a word of protest. Just happy, loud and seemingly satisfied giggles dripping from his mouth.

"Awh, denks, you enjoying this?"

Denki actually nodded, too dazed by the tickles to get embarrassed. Oh trust me, he will later when katsuki tells him aaalll about this.

Katsuki quickly took a video of denki giggling like a kid, smiling gently to himself as he recorded the electric blonde.

After a bit longer of the calm down tickles, he stopped. Getting off of denki and pulling him to cuddle so he could nap.

Denki was still a giggly mess to say the least, but happily snuggled close to katsuki. Being able to murmur through his hysterics-

"thahanks...I neheeded thahat..."

"you're welcome," katsuki replied gently, though he'd never admit that he actually needed that moment too...

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AN: I hope this was okay!!! I really love denki as a character so this was very fun to write :3

If anyone has any more requests I'd be absolutely thrilled to take them!!!!

@roseytheangel

I would @ the asker but I'm not sure who it is sorry !!!

[blackknight-kai]

So sorry to bother you, but while I was cleaning our fridge and listening to music, Lana Del Rey's Young and Beautiful played, I can't stop thinking about mortal fem reader with Sun Wukong being like, "Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? When I got nothing but my aching soul?" 😭

So if that's okay, I want to request a short fic about Wukong/Mortal!Reader going through this dilemma? What is he going to do? To say? I'm so sorry for this angst but I'm so HMSNDGSG 😭😭😭🙉🙉🙉

Ngl I’m forever an optimist (also I’m baby 💀 I’m like ‘no heavy angst happy ending only!’) so uh yeah 🤣🤣🤣

This may not be a full fic but here you go!

Wukong and you have discussed your aging at some point. It honestly was probably one of the things that held you back from furthering your relationship with him. But it was hard to resist because well….hes HIM. Charming and sweet when he wants to be, especially for you. You find his nature endearing and honestly? He wants to be better for you. For your life together.

Thing is though, you’re gonna age. And unfortunately it’s a sensitive topic. Why? Because it’s painful in different ways for the both of you.

You fear you won’t be beautiful or be able to keep up with him. Just a husk holding your soul…

He fears losing you in general.

Both are valid. And honestly you hadn’t told him your exact fear regarding it before tonight. Something about today got to you. Maybe it was the way your back ached? Or the way your knee popped.

But today just was not a pleasant day for your thoughts. You start to really think about your future, something you shy away from due to how depressing it seems. And Wukong can sense your mood shift. Knows something’s wrong.

It takes him a while to weasel it out of you, he brings you flowers and your favorite treat. He even rubs your shoulders and kisses your neck soothingly as you relax in a warm bath together.

When he softly asks you what’s been wrong, well you honestly don’t have the walls up to deny him an answer. Hearing your fears about your youth and beauty don’t necessarily surprise him, but it does bother him.

It hurts him to think you worry about such a thing. As if he’d ever tire of you or find you anything less than gorgeous. His main fear is just losing you entirely, you no longer being there at all…the though makes his chest ache enough to want to rip his heart out. Which he might do if the time ever came for you to disappear from his side.

He pulls you back against his chest and nuzzles his nose and mouth against your neck as he reassures you that of course he’s going to find you beautiful, no matter what. How nothing not even wrinkles would ever make him stop loving you. That he will love every single part of you from here on until the end of time. Wukong spends the next several hours pampering you and showing you just how much he loves you, and will continue to love you. He is soft, tender, and gentle with his words and touches. Pouring every ounce of his feelings for you into every action and murmured word.

He does tell you that it won’t matter if you go grey and slow down. He will care for you and be by your side as long as you let him. That you better let him, or it might kill him. He wants to be with you for every moment up to the last so that the last thing you see, hear, smell, touch, taste, and know is his love for you.

Come morning you feel better but the thought of growing old and slow while he remains as he always is tingles in the background of your mind.

His too.

And so, he makes a decision. One he will definitely discuss with you but only after he’s found the solution. Because he would never ever force something on you, not like this. But he is going to get you an option.

Months maybe a year or two later he finally has something. It’s tangible and will work. You could remain by his side forever if you so choose. But….the question now is…will you choose to do it? Or will you refuse and let life take its natural course?

He will respect your choice….but with every fiber of his being and hair on his body he hopes you choose him.

(On the flip side, there’s the alternative of him finding a way to rid his immortality but I think that’s less likely. I know there are darker sides to this but I didn’t feel like exploring that here 😊).

[temiizpalace]

Hiii! I'm new here but I really love ur works so far! Anyways, I wanted to request Idia with Ortho supporting him and Azul for the 1. MOVIE DATE prompt from the event. Feel free to turn down my request, have a nice day/night!💫

☆┊MOVIE DATE! FOR ALL 3 OF US..(💀+ 🤖 vs. 🐙)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH ASKED YOU OUT ON A MOVIE DATE AT THE SAME TIME! HOW WILL THEY WIN YOU OVER IF HE IS HERE TOO?

CHARACTERS: idia shroud vs. azul ashengrotto (ft. ortho)

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, platonic ortho (rooting for idia)

NOTES: azul has NOT been winning the prefects heart lately. thank you for your request and welcome!!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

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you were ortho’s best friend.

that’s what idia thought for the most part. not that it bothers him much, please continue to be. he has never seen his little brother happier, the excitement in his voice melting his heart. two of his favorite people getting along well, this must be what heaven felt like. wish he could get there too.

“we have tons of CDs and old movies back at our dorm too!” ortho smiles, chatting away with you at a desk. “really? what kind of movies?” you ask, smiling and listening intently as he lists the movies one by one. you could barely keep track of them all! idia felt a small smile tug at his lips, admiring the view before inventively snapping back out of it.

“idia, i still believe it is your turn.” azul clears his throat, pointing to the board game on the table. “o-oh yeah, right.” he stammers, drawing a card and performing the said action. it could just be him, but idia could swear azul looks much more smiley than usual today. creepy.. he’s not even winning.

“fufu.. perfect.” he mutters, moving his piece on the board. oh yeah, definitely creepy. “uhm, azul.. you’re literally losing right now.. not something to be proud of, yknow.” idia states bluntly, taking his turn. “i am well aware, but thank you for your kind words, idia.” azul responds sarcastically.

it was a little back and forth, but eventually idia won the game. board game club ended a little earlier than they both had anticipated. “done already?” you ask, hopping off of the desk. “i don’t think azul was really trying, but a win is a win.” idia shrugs, a smug smile on his face. “yes, yes, congratulations idia. i must say i am impressed.” azul cuts in, standing between the both of you.

“prefect! just the person i was looking for,” he smiles charmingly, much to idia’s small annoyance. “mostro lounge is planning a movie night before winter break, and i was wondering if you’d like to test watch our projector?” azul proposes, leaving you confused. “huh? can you repeat that?” you ask, tilting your head.

“would you like to watch a movie in the mostro lounge this evening? we need to test our projector, and you are perfectly suited for this job!” he beams, making you skeptical. “what’s the price?” anyone and everyone knows better than to take an octavinelle students words at face value. there’s always a string attached, but you need to find out what. “the price is you get to watch a movie in the mostro lounge nor free of charge, and in return i receive the feedback you provide.”

“really?!” you and idia shout in unison, startling azul for a moment as you raised your voices. “of course, i’ll be there alongside you! it’ll be just the two of us.” he grins, holding his hand out for a handshake. “damn.. free movies is hard to pass up.” you mumble, thinking about it for a moment. this seems sketchy.. but after a stressful day.. maybe.

in the nearby corner, ortho could see the look in his brothers eyes. jealousy. taking a quick scan of the room, his brothers heart rate was at an all time high! it doesn’t even beat that much during PE! even scanning azul’s heart rate, it was just like idia’s. so that’s how it is.. if idia liked you.. then..

you’d be his older sibling-in law? that sounds AMAZING! but wait. if azul is asking you out to a movie right now, that could monopolize the chances of you being his cool in law! we can’t have that! time for cupid to intervene. ortho. ortho is cupid.

“sounds pretty fun..” you mumbled as you assessed your options. “i got movies too yknow.” idia pouts, muttering phrases under his breath. “im sorry, what was that, idia?” azul asks, raising his brow. “he said we should tag along, too!” ortho interjects, startling azul. “i beg your pardon?”

“that’s actually a great idea!” you smile at the now energetic ortho, not noticing a grumbling octopus next to you. “i apologize, but this deal is for the prefect only..” azul sighs, trying to keep the act. “that’s fine. we can pay to get in. plus, ignihyde dorm is known for its tech expertise!” ortho chimes, seeming innocent when underneath this all he’s just trying to score his brother a date. sorta.

“those are excellent points.. and there’s money involved..?” azul grumbles, gritting his teeth. “ortho, what are you doing?!” idia panics, feeling anxiousness bubble up in his stomach. “didn’t you wanna watch movies with [MC]? im helping! and besides, i wanna spend time with them too.” ortho giggles, giving you a hug.

“aww.. ortho! azul, please let them come along!” you plead, patting ortho’s head while looking at azul sadly. how he hates the way you look at him. putting him in a position where he must accept how could you. “hmmph.. if they’re willing to pay the toll, then perhaps..” he gives in, crossing his arms with a pout. “yay! you hear that idia! we’re watching movies together!” you point, putting him on the spot.

“c-cool, i guess.. hopefully it’s not some trash movie..” idia throws you a thumbs up, standing near the desk awkwardly as you and ortho celebrated. azul felt disappointed. another plan of his foiled, job well done. he can’t resist you! it’s killing him! he even selected a scary movie for this occasion! you have to be joking!

it was all perfect too.. with you visiting the board game club and all. he should’ve waited for idia and ortho to leave but he got excited. curses! they even offered money just to go! “i’ll see you later this evening, prefect! idia, ortho, you too. please hand the necessary payment at the door.” he smiles, walking out the door swiftly.

“hey azul, why are ya looking so pissed today?” floyd asks, watching as the housewarden laid on the couch extremely still. “his date plans have been foiled. truly tragic.” jade answered, not sounding empathetic in the least. “shrimpy is hot on the market, yknow. nice try but ya gotta do better than that, chief.” floyd states bluntly, poking azul’s sides. “enough! both of you out, now!” he suddenly rises, pointing to the door of the VIP lounge.

“we’ll get the lounge set up for you then. floyd, let’s leave azul to his tantrum for now.” jade chuckles, walking by towards the exit. “i am NOT having a tantrum.” he groans, seeing as the twins cackled before they left. such lovely right hand men. how supportive of them. this is bad. diving deeper into it, what if you liked idia back? dated him? married him? start a family?!

the panic is overwhelming! he has to win your heart by tonight or he can kiss his happy ending goodbye. you’re already close to ortho, which is already a lose on his part. he is playing matchmaker, which means his current enemy isn’t idia.. it’s ortho. that damn robot! very well, two can play at that game. with this horror movie, you’ll be crawling up to him and screaming with fear. he’ll watch ortho and idia stare with a bitter glare as you cozy up to him. (delusional)

he’s going to win your heart, no matter what. whether you’re a machine, human, beastmen, whatever, nothing is going to stand in his way.

he actually cried during the movie and nestled up to you but shhhhh. (idia and ortho were smugly glaring, but also lowkey annoyed).

A/N: im going through writers block NOOOO

date published: 9/9/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[writingduhh]

hii so i was wondering if you could do hansumfella x chef!reader and tyler’s doing a cooking stream and she helps him do it doesn’t turn out like ass 😇🙏🏼

You got it!! Hope this is okkk! I’m still new to writing for him so bear with me

Hansumfella || Cooking Stream

Tyler had been hyping up his cooking stream for weeks. He wanted to show off his culinary skills—or at least try to acquire some. You, his partner and a professional chef, had reluctantly agreed to help him when he had offered.

The stream started with Tyler setting up the camera, greeting his audience with his usual charm.

"Hey everyone, welcome to today's special cooking stream! I have my beautiful partner, Y/N, here to make sure I don't burn down the kitchen."

“YEESSS Y/N!”

“Finally some good food 😭”

“I missed y/n sm”

“Y/N SAVE US.”

You waved to the camera, smiling warmly. "Hi everyone! I'm here to guide Tyler and hopefully, we’ll create something delicious together. Or well, at least edible.” You jest, earning a big reaction from chat.

“BURN”

“$10 he still ruins it.”

“I can actually relax now because he won’t die.”

“Edible 💀”

The plan was to make a simple dish: spaghetti carbonara. Tyler had chosen it because it sounded fancy, but you knew it was straightforward enough for a beginner with some guidance.

"Alright, first step is to boil the pasta. Fill that pot with water and add a generous amount of salt."

Tyler followed instructions, making faces at the camera as he poured the salt. "Is this generous enough?" he asked, holding up the container.

"More," you replied with a chuckle. "You want the water to taste like the ocean." He nodded and proceeded to pour more into the pan. Once he saw the excess salt on his hands he had an idea.

“Hey y/n, y/n, look. Want something salty?” He smirks, his lips now covered in salt.

You rolled your eyes playfully, fighting a smile. "Focus, Romeo. We've got a meal to make."

“Nope. You have to taste some or I won’t help anymore.” He mumbles, lips still puckered.

“But this is your stream… Oh alright.” You playfully scoff, accepting his kiss much to the amusement of the chat.

As the water heated up, you moved on to preparing the pancetta. You showed Tyler how to dice it properly, and he mimicked your actions, though his pieces were noticeably uneven.

"Perfect," you said encouragingly. "Now, let's get that cooking in the pan. Low and slow, we want it crispy but not burnt."

The chat couldn’t help but chime in

“PERFECT?!”

“It looks like he ripped them apart by hand”

“Helll nah 💀”

“Y/n is so patient…. Couldn’t be me”

Tyler narrated every step dramatically for the audience, keeping them entertained with his usual antics. "Look at me, slicing and dicing like a pro. How am I doing, chef?" He turned to you with an exaggeratedly hopeful look.

"Not bad, but don’t quit your day job," you teased, nudging him with your elbow.

"Harsh, but fair," Tyler laughed. "I guess I’ll have to rely on my charm to keep you around."

You smirked, leaning closer. "Maybe if you cook this meal right, you'll earn a reward later." You we’re honestly quite shocked by your own words, but it was too late to take them back.

Tyler’s eyes widened, and he turned back to the camera with a grin. "You hear that, chat? High stakes tonight!"

Things started to get more chaotic when Tyler accidentally knocked over the pepper grinder, spilling peppercorns all over the counter. "Uh, that was intentional. That’s what we call 'seasoning the kitchen' in the industry…” he joked, bending down to pick them up.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Less seasoning the kitchen, more seasoning the food."

While whisking the eggs and cheese together, Tyler got a bit too enthusiastic, splattering some of the mixture onto his shirt. "Ah shit. Looks like I’m adding some extra flavor.”

You handed him a towel, still chuckling. "Try not to add yourself to the recipe."

"Noted," Tyler said, dabbing at his shirt. To his dismay he only made the stain worse.

“Ugh. Should I just take my shirt off?”

“I mean, that’s up to you.”

“Nah, I won’t. That’s only for you to see.” He winks, your face uncontrollably turning red as a sea of comments emerge.

"Alright, now comes the tricky part," you said, your tone a bit more serious. "When the pasta is done, we're going to mix it with the egg and cheese mixture off the heat, so the eggs cook gently and make a creamy sauce."

"No pressure, right?" Tyler joked, though a hint of nerves showed in his voice.

"You’ve got this," you assured him, placing a hand on his arm. "And I’m right here to help."

When it came time to drain the pasta, Tyler nearly lost the whole pot in the sink, fumbling with the colander. "Crisis averted!" he declared triumphantly, holding up the drained pasta.

You shook your head, laughing. "Careful! You almost dropped it."

Tyler made exaggerated whisking motions, earning laughs from both you and the chat. "Is this how you do it, or am I just showing off my guns?"

"Less showing off, more whisking. We want it smooth and creamy, not chunky."

"Got it, boss," Tyler said with a mock salute.

You managed the final steps together, Tyler following your lead. When they plated the carbonara, it actually looked—and smelled—delicious. Tyler took a dramatic bite on camera, his eyes widening in exaggerated delight.

"This is amazing! You’re a miracle worker, Y/N," he said, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek as his arm slung over your shoulder

You blushed, smiling at the camera. "Couldn’t have done it without my amazing assistant."

Tyler turned back to the audience with a grin. "Alright, chat, if you liked this stream, let me know, and maybe Y/N will come back for another round. What do you say?"

The chat exploded with enthusiastic responses, and Tyler wrapped up the stream with a promise to cook more often—with your help, of course. As the camera turned off, he pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Thanks for saving my bacon—literally," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Anytime," you replied, snuggling closer. "Now, about that reward…"

[reddesires]

Derelict. [Blue Eyes x Human!Reader]

Reference: This Imagine

Implied Blue Eyes x Human!Reader

Rating: Angst (a resolved ending).

Fandom: Planet Of The Apes

A/N: My first angst/Blue Eyes work on my blog as of now, hopefully many more to come in the near future. Can you believe I was listening to Bartender by T-Pain while writing this 💀

"Father, am I an outcast?" The question hung in the air with such intensity that the truth of the question didn't even have to be reflected on, there was always an inkling lingering in the reality of your mind, it was just hard to come to terms with it. How could you possibly be an outsider when this was truly all you really knew?

Maurice was your father, and the colony was your home. You very much knew that you were a human, but were you truly one of them if you were raised by the likes of apes? You wondered on that often, Maurice and Caesar were your looking glass into the world you barely got a taste of. Your reflection was only a reminder that you just may be the last of your species.

"No, you are a part of us." Your father signed to you, his expression firm and his reassurance sturdy, but you felt nothing as such. You felt as if your foundation was unstable and on the cusp of collapse. You felt your body's heavy movements as a sigh escape the entrapment of your lungs as the previous events weighed down on your mind.

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Taking walks on your own were nothing out of the norm for you sometimes you just felt residing too long within the confines of the colony is overbearing and in a way you understood that it was normal for humans or says Caesar, Maurice tends to explain a bit more in detail human concepts whilst Caesar often keeps it short and simple, you don't push for more information from him since the distant look in his eye triggers something reminiscent of empathy inside of you.

Though your relationship with Caesar is best described as being at arms length, your relationship with his eldest son Blue Eyes was an entirely different story. Blue eyes was your kindred spirit since the moment you were taken in. He and Ash became your close companions, and thus, a trio formed in the midst of uneasiness of a human child amongst the ape colony.

It wasn't long before you became one of them and you being just a child, you were of no harm to any of them and since you were taken under the wing of the most trusted member of the colony, there was hardly any protests aside from Koba and his great distaste of the apparently bloodthirsty (gremlin) human child standing before him.

You jump over a fallen over tree that rested 2 feet away from a reserved area that you, blue eyes and Ash often habituated since it was so close to the river you all would fish from, you hadn't seen blue eyes or Ash so far today so you figured that you'd find here waiting on you to catch up with since you slept in today.

As you approached, you heard multiple voices jeering in tone, feeling an anxious feeling creeping up your throat so you cautiously crouch, making sure to keep out of sight in the tall grass watching within a reasonable distance.

You see Blue Eyes and Ash with their backs to you but with their hunched over position it seems that this encounter with the clique of young apes infront of them was anything but pleasant, the opposing apes had mannerisms that came off as condescending and taunting as they seemed to tower over your friends.

"Blue eyes weak.. for being friends with weak human" the male ape huffed out a laugh, the other apes following the action, they were amused by the way blue eyes turned into himself, by his body language you can tell he was on the defensive and you feared that it could possibly break out in a brawl but your body refused to move from your position to interfere.

The group were following Blue Eyes and Ash's movements almost as if they had the intention of corning them somehow but now you were in view of your friends fronts, their expressions and hand signs on full display for you.

Blue eyes had a stressed and almost kicked puppy dog simper while Ash looked at the apes with a leer. Clearly, he was almost at his limit of being mocked upon.

You gazed at Blue Eyes' hands, and he signed out his response. "I'm not weak. She's just an outcast." His signing was harsh and precise in nature, as if he was trying to express the finality with the subject to get it over with, ash's face contorted with clear disagreement and shock within a second.

You mouth fell open in disbelief and a gasp was ripped from your chest, the sound exposing your location to the nearby apes, Blue Eyes' face fell as he met your watery gaze, the group of apes hooted with exclamations of mirth at your presence, you couldn't keep your composure as you turned to run back down the path back towards the colony.

Morbid thoughts ran rapid in your head along with memories that contained blue eyes in the them, the memories of moments you two shared, how you two snuck off into the woods late at night to get a glimpse of the night sky with no one else but each other, your hands barely grazing as you laid next to each in the clear area or the time when he carried you on his back rushing back to the colony when you fell out of tree and bruised your entire right side, he proceeded to stay by your side your entire recovery. Did that even mean anything to him? Did he even care about you at all?

You heard a hard and fast pounding on the dirt ground before you felt a warm calloused hand grab your wrist, but you were quick to release yourself from his grasp as you whirled around.

Blue Eyes was standing before you, his chest rising and falling in panicked breathing as he reached for you again but you stepped away, tears of hurt slipped from your eyes as you stared at him with bewildered sadness.

"I thought we were friends" Your voice wavered, sniffles broke through the tense atmosphere as Blue Eyes seemed to be struggling with an internal debate, you never would have thought that he would back stab you by demeaning you in such a way, you truly thought your exterior didn't matter to him but you suppose your humanness was a bigger dilemma than you thought.

"We are.." He voiced out, despite knowing him for as long as you have hearing his voice was always a pleasant surprise for you, his voice was quiet with a rasping edge to it almost as if his vocal cords were working overtime due to his lack of speaking but you always thought it had a sweet undertone to it.

He looked desperate to comfort you, and he knew that he was at fault, but it killed him to see you so heartbroken. He's never seen you cry with such intensity.

More tears only seemed to overflow, and a sob racked your body as you looked into his crystalline eyes that also reflected your own sadness. You turned your back on his outstretched palm, ignoring his plea for forgiveness.

"I don't believe you."

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Maurice placed his large hand on top of your head, his palm encasing the entire top of your scalp. He gently petted you in tender affection. You felt more tears build up in the corners of your eyes and hugged your knees closer to your chest in a plea to keep the dam from bursting from your eyes.

"Some do not understand..Some too focused on differences. You belong, you are loved." Your father signed to you, you gazed up into his eyes and you could clearly see the truth of his words as you thought back on all the times that you have been accepted by the ones who matter to you.

"Blue eyes young..trying to find his place just as you..he knows, you are of his kin." As much as it hurts to think about, you know that your father is right. You nod back at him with a strained smile. You look behind him, and you're met with blue eyes standing there with a regretful look to him.

Maurice also looks back before he nods to you and pats your head, slowly turning and leaving as he passes by Blue Eyes he gives a stern stare, Blue Eyes lowers his head shamefully before he ambles over to the ledge your sitting on.

As he sits next to you, notice that he's covered in mud and there's scratches on his face and hands and out of instinctive worry you grab his hand inspecting the wounds on his rough hands. You look to his face, and he stares back at you with a boyish charm to his face. "I fight Jon.. he called us weak.." He grabbed your hands into his, a remorseful look settling taking over his features, you feel your stomach turn in nervousness to how intimate in nature this seems to you, he's so close to you that you two could join in foreheads and you could feel the dull yearning in your body.

"You being human doesn't matter.. to me.. never will." You feel a smile pinching at the corners of your lips as you watched him present his palm to you. You couldn't help a tear fall from your eyes. You slid your fingers over his palm before holding it back into your hand with elation.

Your humanness didn't have to be a dilemma. You belong right where you are with those who love you.

[belli5]

Snowstorm--Sharky

Warnings: none, 2nd person (you, yours, etc)

Characters: Sharky x fem!reader

Summary: when you find yourself stranded at home during a snowstorm, cancelling the group planned stream, but rather than giving up, you call fellow influencer to come over for last minute collaboration. Fans can’t help but notice something in between the two.

May contain spelling errors. Send in your requests.

The snow outside piled up faster than anyone expected today, each flake a dagger to her plans. You sighed leaning back in your chair dramatically, “Sorry, guys. No group stream tonight. Snows decided to cancel my social life.”

You addressed your viewers, shrugging dramatically at the webcam. Your frown turned into a grin as soon as idea came through your head.

“Wait, Sharky lives near, we can make this work?” You talked to the chat, reading through the chat where everyone had agreed.

Sharky arrived bundled up, you allowed him to let himself in inside your house.

He entered your room, already taken off his outside clothes knowing you’d be mad if he came into your room with snow.

He dramatically stepped into the frame, “your saviour has arrived.” He announced throwing his arms wide.

You crossed your arms when he sat in the chair that was right next to you, “saviour? More like an uninvited guest.” You smirked at him.

“Uninvited? You literally called me.” Sharky titled his head to the camera. “Chat, you heard her, right? Begging me to come over, desperate for some entertainment?”

The chat started to fill up with comments:

“Sharky saves the day”

“Y/n’s already blushing lol.”

“Desperate?” You look back at him, “Please..”

“Relax, im here to save your stream.” He smiles at you as if you were begging for you stream to be saved.

You decided to let it go, knowing you both were just joking around. “Alright, guys. Here’s the deal- we were supposed to do a Beta squad stream tonight, but thanks to the snowstorm, it’s just me and Sharky. So what should we do? Any ideas?”

“Should we really be asking them this question?” Sharky questions.

“Look somebody said A ‘compliment battle’” you turn to look at Sharky.

“Hmm” he thinks about it “how about we play some g-” Sharky suggests, but you cut him off.

You grinned, sitting up straighter. “That’s actually not so bad. We’ll see who can dish out the best compliments without cracking under the pressure.” You smirk.

Sharky raised an eyebrow at you, “Compliments? You really think you can handle that? You’re gonna fold in two seconds.” He kept teasing you.

And still at your both actions the chat screamed:

“I see the sparks flying, and it’s not just from the snowstorm.”

“Sharky, blink twice if you’re into her.”

“Y/n’s blushing AGAIN, we see you sista!!”

You scoffed, maybe he was right, but he doesn’t have to know that. “Please. I’m good at compliments. Watch..” your voice filled with mock sincerity “Sharky, you’re so great at… showing up unannounced to ruin my evening plans.”

You smiled looking back at the chat,

“SHES ROASTING HIM, WHAT? 😭😭”

“Poor Sharky, can’t catch a break. 💀”

“Wow. That cut deep, Y/n.” Sharky clutched his chest dramatically. “My turn- Y/n you’re amazing at… wasting all your food budget on takeout and somehow still looking like you have your life together.”

Your jaw dropped, you smacked his arm as you laughed “that is not a compliment!”

The chat once again started to fill up with comments about you two:

“Why does this feel like flirting?”

“Bro is TRYING to act cool, but we all saw that.”

“Why are you giggling so much?? He’s not that funny..”

“These two better be endgame.”

Sharky read the last comment out loud, “what does this mean? ‘These two better be endgame’? I think y’all have been watching too many movies..”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your blush “Nothing. Just ignore them.. they’re probably just bored.”

“Nah, they’re invested.” Sharky jokingly winked at you, as you started giggling again, but then you remembered the comment you saw ‘why are you giggling so much? He’s not even that funny..’ you didn’t know, maybe it was because it was just him.

You both decided to answer some questions that chat was asking, deciding to not play the ‘compliment battle’ anymore.

Y/n and Sharky were mid way through answering the chat’s questions when a particularly funny comment sent y/n into a fit of giggles.

You leaned forward on your chair, trying to read the next one. “What does this one say?” You asked squinting at the screen. Sharky leaned in too, his face hovering close to yours.

“Let me see- ‘Is Sharky scared of y/n because she’s too pretty?’ Wow, guys, you’re so original..” Sharky read the comment, earning a soft shove from you.

“Admit it. They’re right.” You teased, sticking out your tongue.

The playful back and forth continued until Sharky reached over to grab a controller on the table, knocking into you at the same time.

“Oi, watch it-” you started, turning toward him just as Sharky turned back. Your both faces collided, not hard, but enough to make their lips brush for a little moment.

You both froze. Sharky’s eyes widened as he pulled back slightly, his expression caught between shock and awkward amusement. You meanwhile, clapped a hand over your mouth, your cheeks turning red.

The silence was really loud, for a second, the only sound was the scrolling of the chat:

“OMG DID THEY JUST?”

“CLIP CLIP CLIP!!!”

“WE SAW THAT.”

“NAH! No way this was an accident. NO WAY.”

“Chunkz is 100% calling him after this. RIP.”

“Girl.. don’t act like you didn’t like it..”

“Sharky’s just out here living the dream. RESPECT.”

“Bet they’re gonna make an ‘We’re Just Friends’ video tomorrow”

You decided to break the silence first, laughing nervously as you turned to the camera. “Okay, uh, technical difficulties, everyone! The snowstorm must’ve hit our brains.”

Sharky scratched the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, let’s just pretend that didn’t happen.”

But the chat didn’t let go:

“Stream title tomorrow: ‘We kissed… but it’s not what you think it is.’”

“The tension before the kiss was louder than my wifi struggling to load this.”

You tried to brush it off, but the heat in your face betrayed you. “Relax, guys.. it’s not a Rom-com. Sharky and I are just friends. Right, Sharky?” You said, shooting him a look.

Sharky laughed, raising his hands “Of course! Just friends.. who apparently need to watch where they’re going.” He agreed, saying what you had said earlier before the accident kiss.

But the way he avoided your gaze, said otherwise.

You decided to end the stream, because the comments kept teasing you both.

The stream had barely ended when Sharky’s phone started buzzing nonstop. He sighed glancing at you, while you were cleaning up the snacks from earlier.

“I already know who it is.” Sharky said, answering the call and sure enough, Chunkz, Aj and Niko’s face filled the screen.

“SHARKY! MY GUY!” Chunkz yelled, you didn’t see them but you could hear them, he was for sure on face time.

“Romeo himself.” Aj started “Kiss cam king. What’s up?”

“Oi, Sharky, don’t even think about playing dumb.” Niko warned him “We all saw it.”

Sharky groaned, rubbing his face. “You lot are too much. It was an accident, alright?”

“Accident?” Chunkz questioned “My brother, you leaned in like it was your wedding day.”

Sharky shook his head, trying not to laugh. You walked over to Sharky, hearing their conversation, peering at his phone. “What are they saying now?”

“Y/n!!” Chunkz yelled as he saw you walking into the Sharky frame. “The star of the show. Tell us, how long has Sharky been planning this romantic plot twist?”

You laughed at his question “Romantic? He practically headbutted me.”

The guys started laughing, while Sharky muttered under his breath. “You’re not helping, Y/n.” He reminds you.

“Nah, y/n, keep talking. You’re the reliable narrator here.” Niko speaks “Sharky’s already flustered.”

Chunkz leaned closer to his camera, “So what’s next, Sharky? A ‘We’re just friends’ video? Or are you dropping a couples vlog?”

Sharky rolled his eyes, “You lot need to relax. It’s not that deep.”

“Not that deep?” Aj said, “Chat was screaming, bro. You two have more chemistry than my GCSE science class.”

You giggled, while Sharky looked ready to end the call. “You’re all unserious. I’m hanging up.” He warned them, but before he could hang up, Niko chimed in.

“Wait, wait! Sharky quick question- did your heart skip a beat? Be honest, bro.” Niko continued to tease him.

The screen erupted in chaos as Aj and Chunkz howled with laughter, and Sharky fumbled to end the call. “We’ve got our answer! He’s too embarrassed to say it!” Chunkz yelled.

“Goodnight, guys.” Sharky ended the call.

Sharky let out a groan as he tossed his phone onto the bed as you sat next to him. “They’re never letting me hear the end of this.”

You laughed, laying down on your pillow, “To be fair, you kind of set yourself up for that one.”

He glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Me? I set my self up? You were the one who leaned in first!”

You fake gasped, placing a hand on your chest in mock offense. “Excuse me, how was that my fault?”

He tried to hold back a laugh, but your dramatic expression cracked him. He laid down on bed aswell. “Alright, fair. Maybe we were both at fault. But now my friends think I’m starring in a romcom, and the chats already making ship name for us.”

You looked at him, “Oh, come on. It’s not that bad. If anything, it’s kind of funny.”

“You’re laughing, cause they’re not roasting you.”

“True.” You agree with him “But you handled it well. And honestly.. it wasn’t that awkward.”

He smirked at you. “Not awkward? So you’re saying you’ve kissed worse people?” He asked, you cheeks flushed, but you played it off with a shrug.

“But the chat was going crazy tonight.” You say remembering all the comments.

“Yeah, well..” Sharky doesn’t know what to say. “They love to ship people. Doesn’t mean it’s real.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “It doesn’t mean it’s not real either.”

Sharky looked back at you, his expression unreadable “What are you saying, Y/n?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t look away. “I’m saying… maybe they see something we’ve been too scared to admit.” For a moment, the room was silent, Sharky sat up and so did you, so your knees touched.

“You mean, like…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

You gave him a nervous smile, “I mean that I like you, Sharky. And not just as a collaborator or a friend.. I really like you.”

Sharky’s eyes widened slightly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You do?”

You nodded, “Yeah. And tonight just kind of confirmed it for me.”

Sharky let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding, his lips curving into a soft smile. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that.”

“Wait.. you like me too?”

“Of course I do.” He laughed. “Why do you think I was so nervous when we were streaming? And why I let Chunkz, Aj and Niko roast me? You’re worth it.”

Your heart was racing now. “You’re really sweet, you know that?”

“Yeah, well don’t tell the fans, they’ll ruin me.”

You both laughed softly, the tension between you both melting into something warmer. Sharky’s eyes lingered on yours. “So, uh… about that kiss earlier. Should we..”

You smiled, leaning in closer this time. “Make it less of an accident?”

Neither of you needed to say another word. Sharky closed the small distance between you both, your both lips meeting in a gentle kiss. This time, there was no awkward fumbling, just warmth, comfort and a quite sense of finally.

When you pulled apart, Sharky grinned. “That was definitely better than the first one.”

“Agreed.”

The sound of a notification broke the moment. You glanced at your phone, smirking. “It’s Kenny, he says ‘don’t think I didn’t see that.’”

You both laughed, knowing the teasing isn’t over.

☃️ masterlist main masterlist

[r7leee]

i have been feining for a dominic fike x stripper reader for SOO long 😭 (i watched Anora 💀)

dance ‘til you drop | d.f.

ya soooo this took too long to write, so very sorry anon 😭😭 i hope this is good but don’t get your hopes up fr

pairing: dominic fike x fem!stripper!reader

summary: you did this job for the money, not for the experience. but, a specific customer might change your mind…

warnings: i’m a minor so the only knowledge i have on strip clubs is from the media, so inaccuracy fs, cursing, mentions of guys being weird, breast play, lil’ bit of making out 🤗

word count: 3,502, should take about 27 mins to read

LET’S FACE IT: you only took the job for the cash. that much was obvious. after all, working your field of expertise had a reputation.

you lied to your parents, insisting you were still in the waiting business. it was kind of the same. well, in terms of serving men, that is. but you were miles and miles away from your family; they weren’t heading over for a fact check any time soon.

the other pro (besides the filthy paycheck) was the dressing up. the costumes, the makeup, the hair. you loved it all. you loved the glitz and glamor, how you knew no matter what eye makeup you did today or whether you wore the blue or black top (if you could even call it that), there’d be eyes on you. you, quite frankly, wanted to drown in the attention.

of course, you’d rather it be a little more…modest at times. there was a reason you stuck to the stage and not private sessions. you didn’t really care if the guys were hot; $100 was $100. what was really the deal breaker, though, was the way some of them spoke.

some guys could waltz in unannounced, call you a slut and a whore with fervor in their tone, then just walk away. even if you didn’t have firsthand stories, your coworkers did. you saw the way their faces lacked any form of color when they got done with some clients. and you never wanted it to happen to you.

so, you never offered it as a service. stuck to being that girl who the guys could dream about but never touch.

well, that’s how it was.

the night was young. you had only clocked in a couple hours earlier, chatting up the guests. there were some regulars, though a few newcomers showed up. a healthy mix to keep you on your toes.

one of your coworkers was up, going about her normal stage routine. of course, there was a myriad of people standing near the stage, throwing bills. you watched, leaning against the wall, until you noticed some new people walk in.

it was a group of regulars, ones you were familiar with. after letting them settle down, you greeted them in that same smile you hoisted around. the one that said “make this worth my time.” they ordered a few shots, and you walked to the bar to tell your bartender the order.

the music rattled your eardrums on the way over, making it hard to think about much else. in fact, it was so hard to think that you were almost thrown off your feet by a loose barstool.

you stumbled over with a short gasp before regaining your footing. looking down, a barstool was sloppily placed away from the rest. an action only someone completely distracted would do. you rolled your eyes and pushed the stool back in place.

that was supposed to be it. but the universe had other plans. as your gaze went back up, you spotted someone a couple seats away from the edge. looking dead at you.

even if it was a little jarring, it didn’t feel weird. his eyes held a hint of worry slowly being mixed with excitement the longer he looked at you. you could’ve sworn you two were holding eye contact for decades before you snapped back to your senses. the drinks.

your body reacted in a split second, begrudgingly turning to face the bar. your heart was pounding, and you weren’t even sure why; you could barely even make him out in the minimal lighting. and, even then, he was just some guy. you saw them every day. why was this different?

the array of bottles now in your sight made for a great backdrop. like a projector, your brain played over what it could capture in the moment his face blessed your vision. brown, curly hair. soft eyes. purple shirt, pretty face, pretty boy. you’d think this was a romance novel with the way your heart was racing.

the only thing that snapped you out of it was your bartender clearing her throat. reality set in, you being red in the face. she raised an eyebrow as you stuttered, barely even remembering the order. you were spewing. this was so unlike you.

once she was off and pouring shots, you couldn’t help but want to take another peek. maybe get a better look at what you were staking out. so, you discreetly leaned forward, hands behind you, holding you up.

unfortunately for you, you couldn’t see anything different than what you already discovered. his body was facing the stage now, making it so most of his persona was masked. you scoffed, but just as you were about to turn back around, you noticed something. a light. a phone.

you whipped your head to see his phone screen illuminating his face. to anyone else, this would be a nugatory detail. but after working here for so long, you knew what that meant: he didn’t care. he was bored. you had a chance.

quickly, your brain went from teenage daydreaming mode to planning. maybe you could let down your walls, give him a lap dance or something adjacent before he was gone. when your bartender, camilla, came back, you knew exactly what to say.

you thanked her, holding the platter with the shots poured on. she nodded in response, but just as she was about to walk back, you muttered out a “hey.”

her head turned back to you, black hair swaying slightly. you motioned over to curls, thumb jabbed like an accusation. “you see him?”

camilla’s head head turned slightly to see where you were pointing. “ya?”

you sighed, setting the platter down on the bar edge before pulling your top out slightly to fish in your bra. for cash, it was convenient, and customers always loved it.

camilla knew where this was going as you pulled out the whole stack, searching for a bill not too big but not too small. you struck gold with a 10.

you slid the tender to her. “buy him a drink,” you told her, placing the money back. she shrugged and said a soft “okay” as she walked to the other side of the bar.

the situation felt all too similar to an elementary school setup, watching camilla speak to curls as you walked back with your drinks. your head turned slightly back to him as you were setting the drinks down for the other customers. it took him a couple seconds and camilla pointing, but, finally, his eyes locked with yours again.

all of your usual charm and wit was being ripped from you as his gaze fell upon you. instead of giving a wink, all you could do was duck your head with rosy red cheeks. it was almost embarrassing.

your customers thanked you, although they were undoubtedly suspicious at the interaction that ensued. after slipping you your money, you placed the platter back where it belonged.

you weren’t quite sure what to do after that; walking up to curls would be too forward, but talking to other people would make it seem like you didn’t care.

you milled about the option for a few seconds but quickly got cut short by an alarm from your watch. almost time for your turn on the stage. the timing couldn’t be any more perfect.

YOU WERE USUALLY never nervous for your stage time. but this was different; you had an extra special audience watching.

your coworkers noticed as you ran around backstage, making sure each hair was in place, your makeup not the slightest bit smudged. they didn’t speak, but their knowing looks said enough. how you hoped you could tell them how good a guy he was later.

after shuffling around to get ready, it didn’t take long for you to go on stage.

the stage lights were bright compared to the rest of the dimly lit bar. all eyes were on you.

of course, you had a routine. you weren’t going into this blind. so, you started. doing your normal pole dance while trying to make a show of it for the bills.

like normal, a few guys crowded around you as you started the dance. you tried to eye the money they threw on stage to see how big the bills were. you were getting some pretty good cash this particular night.

but all thoughts of the money disappeared as $100 was thrown on stage. you looked up to see who it was. you thought your eyes had betrayed you. curls.

you almost fell over before regaining yourself. you couldn’t be thinking like that, or you’d mess up. but there was nothing else running through your mind. where did the money come from? does he care?

one of the things you’d had time to learn was that guys loved skin. expose the slightest bit of your tits, and they’d go wild. normally, you’d pull your top ever slightly to the side, and it wasn’t an issue. but now, you were sweating just thinking about it. especially since every few seconds, you’d be making eye contact with the guy.

as the end of your set approached, you had to decide whether you wanted to take a risk or not. but the more you thought about it, the more of a wimp you sounded. what was stopping you? it was a perfect idea.

so just as the song ended, you waltzed up to the top of the stage. right in front of him. pulled your shirt to the side.

as you looked down at him, you swore you could see his brain malfunctioning through his eyes. you were almost scared he would faint right then and there.

coming off the stage was like a fever dream. your brain was in autopilot as you sat down and counted the money. the one 100 shone through like a sore thumb. you knew the longer you waited, the longer it would dwell on your mind.

so, as you walked back out, you made an effort to find curls as soon as possible. thankfully, the task wouldn’t be too daunting, thanks to the capacity of the place.

you wandered aimlessly for a few seconds, checking the bar to see if he’d maybe retreated back to his seat. you approached the exact stool he was at with no luck. but just as you were about to turn around, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

a soft gasp escaped you as you turned around. low and behold, there he was. smiling like he won some kind of prize. how convenient.

his hand contracted, almost like he was reaching out for a fire before realizing it was bad. he awkwardly let it hang at his side. “shit, sorry.”

you smiled, shaking your head softly. “no, it’s fine.”

his eyes landed on yours for entirely too long, but you weren’t complaining; it was free eye candy. you swore you saw his eyes dart to your lips before going back to your eyes. “you did good out there,” he mumbled in a low tone.

the praise brought heat to your cheeks. “thanks,” you replied, slightly biting your lip. you could see the thoughts behind his eyes as he watched.

he cleared his throat, bringing a hand up to rake though his brown locks before shaking his head. “you usually talk to random guys after shows?”

“not really, no,” you said with a shake of your head. “guess you’re extra special.” you were about to say his name, waiting on the tip of your tongue before realizing you’d never even met him before. he was just so easy to talk to.

he could sense your anticipation, chuckling gently. “it’s dominic.” you nodded, offering a grin.

“suits you.”

he smiled widely, slightly quirking his eyebrow up. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

that’s when you decided to actually go somewhere with this. you walked closer, feeling your heart start to palpitate. only a few inches away now, you replied, “just means it works.”

you could hear his breath catch in his throat as he tilted his head slightly to look down at you. anyone in the club who was watching could probably guess you weren’t going to stay civil with each other for long.

“any chance you’re off soon?” he questioned with bated breath.

you shook your head with a sad smile. “not for a couple more hours.” but that’s when you remembered the rooms placed in the back. “but i know a place we can go if you wanna…get acquainted.”

even in the dark lighting, you could see his pupils dilate. it made your thighs start to press together a bit. he nodded gruffly, his voice barely over a whisper. “ya. cool.”

you had a huge grin on your face as you turned around, waving dom towards one of the back rooms.

every step felt like an hour of anticipation. sure, you were by no means inexperienced. but you usually got to know more about the guys you’d been with before having your mouth bobbing on their dick. plus, you’d never done it with a guy in the club. you had no idea what to expect.

you opened the door to a room, letting him inside. the interior was simple; mini fridge, couch, some dim lighting and other odds and ends. you quickly locked the door as he took a seat on the couch, to which you followed after him.

the air around you was full of excitement and unknown expectations. really, it was hard to think he would be bad at anything. you hoped you were right.

you slid next to him, only a couple inches away from him now. it was silent until you spoke up. “never seen you here before. this your first time?”

he nodded soft and slow. “ya,” he replied briskly. “actually just got off tour and the guys suggested we go do something fun.”

that intrigued you. something in you knew he was probably a starving artist with a day job, but you really wanted to be wrong. “doesn’t look like you were having much fun.”

he snickered, shaking his head. “nah. i feel kind of…disrespectful, you know?”

you understood that. it actually made your heart flutter. but, at the same time, this was your life; you were used to it. “you’re not. i promise.” with a a scoot closer, you added, “you’re the farthest thing from it.”

you could see his adam’s apple bob as you moved closer. he kept his mouth open for a few seconds, as if he wanted to say something but was too scared. “can i be kind of disrespectful for a sec, then?” a small nod from you before he spoke again. “…i saw you on that stage…and i jus’…”

you tilted your head, urging him to continue. “was wondering if…you know, if they were real,” he finished with a snort. immediately, you knew what he was implying.

you, too, laughed at his query. normally, you would feel a little offended and probably a bit weirded out. but dom was just so different. it didn’t feel strange at all, oddly.

“well…” you started, positioning your head back to normal. “you wanna find out?”

that was definitely not what he was expecting. you were a bit surprised yourself for even bringing it up, but you had no regrets. he laughed in joy. “i mean, shit, if you’ll let me.”

you had no issue with that. so you stood up from the couch to stand directly in front of him, kicked off your heels to get more to height, and placed your hands on your shirt. didn’t tug yet, just kept them there.

“i’ve gotta make some money tonight, so this is all you’re gonna get, okay?” you prefaced. dom knew he could probably cover your shift easy for you, but he didn’t think revealing his identity right now was a good idea. plus, he didn’t feel like speaking up and ruining everything.

so he nodded, to which you agreed. a small tug, and your tits were now fully out of your top.

it was like any thoughts in his brain dissipated. and they probably did. i mean, how could he when he was faced with a gorgeous girl so willing to do anything?

he shakily inhaled, eyes glued there for a few seconds. “can i…” he left the question up in the air. you nodded, even walking a bit closer.

god, he was cute. the comparison to a puppy was startling, watching as his eyes lit up. and how he was so ready to pounce.

dominic brought a tattooed hand up to your left breast, seeming a bit shy at first. he wrapped his fingers around it, cupping it gently. the pad of his thumb came to swipe over the nipple, already peaking from the cold air. it made you gasp a little.

his hands were surprisingly rough. he likely played an instrument in whatever musical work he was doing. you weren’t complaining, though. it was barely even a thought when he was stimulating you like this.

he brought his other hand up to repeat the action on the other breast. just gently swiping back and forth for a while. but then, he moved to press them together. he chuckled softly, causing you to follow suit. his laugh was so contagious, even in situations like this.

“so?” you asked as he weighed them in his hands.

he shrugged, not breaking his gaze from your tits. “real. pro’lly. i think.”

you snickered, shaking your head. “they are,” you confirmed with a soft smile. then he looked up at you. his brown, honey eyes met yours.

you weren’t sure what washed over you, but it felt like time froze. all you would’ve changed was this to be in another situation. not in the back of some shitty strip club.

while you were busy thinking, something happened. dominic finally pounced. you barely even noticed it until his lips were on yours. you gasped, eyes still open for a second.

but it all felt so right, you could barely protest. your hands flew up to his hair, burying your fingers in his curls. his hands landed on your hips as he guided you down to the couch.

your back pressed flush against on the couch as he angled himself on top of you. this was all taking a sudden turn, but you weren’t really complaining.

your lips molded together in a mix of passion and frenzy. you both knew you shouldn’t be doing this, but that didn’t stop anything. want outweighed any reality.

dom eventually broke the heated kiss to go down your neck. eager little open mouthed kissed from your jaw, down your neck, over your collarbone, and straight to your cleavage. his eyes were closed the whole time, like you were a gift from heaven. he wanted to savor every moment of this.

he quickly darted back before you could react, though, his lips moving on yours again.

you stayed like this for a while, wrapped up in him, before he suddenly jolted back on his heels. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, since his gaze stayed on you for a second. but he finally got back to his senses, reaching in his back pocket for his phone.

“shit,” he mumbled. “the guys are looking for me.” fuck. how could you be so reckless?

“oh,” you said in response. it sounded much more pathetic than you anticipated, making you mentally facepalm.

he put his phone back before looking at you again. there was something flashing in his eyes you couldn’t quite catch. “‘m sorry.”

“no, it’s fine.” you sat up, untidily placing your breast back into your top. you glimpsed back up at him. “shouldn’t leave them angry.”

he nodded in agreement, fixing his hair with his hand as he stood up. all the while, he was looking at you like you were the one who got away. which you were going to be soon.

dominic shoved his hands in his pockets. “well, um…thanks, gorgeous,” he awkwardly mumbled, a soft smile cracking on his face. the nickname made you feel more hazy than you’d like to admit.

“ya,” you said, nodding. “sure. have a good night.”

he bid farewell to you as well before he started out. his gaze stayed on you for a bit longer before looking down and away. you waved him bye as he walked out.

you could already feel the emptiness of the room around you the farther he got. but, just as you were about to stand up, he turned around. looked you dead in the eye. “wait. i never caught your name.” it was funny, considering he had your tongue down your throat a second ago.

that’s when you realized the cheat code to make this last. with one final smirk, you replied. “guess you’ll have to come back next week to find out.”

[kalied0skull]

places down a really trashy andypop drawing accompanied by some writing

now playing: Whatsername — Green Day ♪

★ ramble under the cut!

thinking about them again apparently, and tagging @stewdoesthings because i know you love them dearly !

i was mostly thinking today about little things that lead them both to figuring out that they wanted to transition. the real small things, though. not the obvious "i don't think my body is right" sort of stuff.

for soda, i think some things for her may have been just:

watching her mom put on makeup and constantly wanting to help and then get her own done, because it just looked so pretty on her mama. she wanted to look pretty too !

other ways she loved feeling pretty was helping her mom put on new outfits, she loved going shopping with her before ponyboy started joining in on the fun after he was born. (not that she didn't enjoy pony's prescence, because she absolutely did. she had fun dressing him too. just that it felt like really nice mother/daughter bonding time.)

picking at cars and action figurines and never really understanding them. she was a horse girl anyways, horses were cool. they were still technically for boys, but it wasn't exactly something she considered boyish. it was soda-ish. she didn't need to worry about oils and superheros and all that. she had her ponies

soda was always considered a softie, she just didn't know that being soft was something considered feminine. it really mixed up her emotions about it. because even though she didn't hate the idea of being feminine, she also didn't know how nice she felt about being teased for it. it created conflict of wanting to stay cis for the meaner people, or leaning into it for the confused people.

living with two brothers left soda with a lot of complex emotions too. she knew how fun it was to be a boy, but sometimes everything always just felt off. she was a real sensitive kid, needing to play nice. but she also loved playing rough too, always pushing her limits.

she tried her best to really stay a boy for people for as long as she could. but she always knew it wasn't for her.

for andy, his stuff always came a bit rough.

andy hated his name, hated everything. dysphoria naturally came a lot more harsh for him compared to soda in my eyes. i imagine he really liked to dirty himself up so he didn't feel so "clean and girly." all the time.

the dirt was a layer of protection for andy, he loved having florida sand stuck in his hair as any other person on family trips. but when in tulsa, he needed the flinging dirt of the fields on him all the time. it made him feel nicer about himself being dirty.

andy probably always took the stuff that soda didn't want in regards of masculine items. clothes, accessories, sometimes even toys when they were younger, he stole every opportunity and ran with whatever he got from soda.

andy didn't enjoy skirts whatsoever, but on a really good day he loved dresses. long or short, but never too short. he never really thought much into why he didn't like skirts over dresses, but it was better to have something over nothing because then he didn't feel like such an embarrassment for wearing slacks at a controversial family event.

andy was an aggressive kid when it came to gender roles. whether it be in a school play he participated in, or a general "girl/boy" divison, it always made him mad that andy had to be on the girls side, or play as the sister or mom during family. andy wanted to be the brother, the best player on the boy's side. he always thought maybe his ego for his strength got the best of him in those moments, and he should just leave it be.

andy doesn't like having been born a girl at all. but he's not exactly gonna whine and complain about it. maybe not crying over it could be a boy thing too. just another thing to add to the list, right ?

i dunno, i just really love these two despite how far out from canon they really are 💀 sometimes it's fun to divulge in the headcanons !!!

these two spin around in my head more frequently than necessary, i just love them to bits ...

[smuttyhoneyposts]

Hi there! How's going? ^^ i was wondering if you could write a smut Mondo x Fem!Reader (possibly with a shy attitude and her body being short and chubby) who someday out of the sudden reveals to him that she would try something new in bed? Like spanking,overstimulation or any other rough action(without exaggerating) could be good!

I don't know if you actually write for Mondo, so if ya really don't feel like you can do Kaito instead!

I hope it isn't too much, have a nice day! <33

HAHAHAHAHAHAA YESSSSS, I FUCKING LOVE THIS TYPE WITH MONDO!!!!

OF COURSE!!

AN- I love this, I lowkey was kinda a whore when it came to this man stg. Enjoy I did the best I could with this!! Life’s kicking me so I gave my best shot, once again so sorry for the wait!!!😭💀

⚠️MDNI⚠️ NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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It was late afternoon at Hope’s Peak Academy, and the day had already begun to wind down. The golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting warm light across the floor of the empty classroom where you and Mondo were sitting. The two of you often found refuge in quiet spots like this, away from the noise of your classmates and the chaos that surrounded the school.

Mondo sat across from you, his muscular arms crossed, a casual smirk tugging at his lips. He was always so confident, so sure of himself. It was one of the things that had initially drawn you to him, but now, as you sat there trying to find the courage to speak, that same confidence made your heart race in a different way.

You were shy by nature—soft-spoken and a little self-conscious about your body. Standing next to Mondo, who was tall, muscular, and exuded raw energy, you often felt small and uncertain. You were shorter than most of your classmates, with a curvier frame, and though Mondo had never made you feel anything less than beautiful, your insecurities still lingered. But there was something else on your mind today, something that had been building up inside you for a while now, and you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“M-Mondo,” you stammered, your voice barely louder than a whisper as you twisted your fingers together nervously.

He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes softening as he noticed the nervousness in your tone. “Yeah, babe? What’s up?”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. The words were stuck in your throat, but you knew you had to say them. It was now or never. You glanced down at your lap, unable to meet his eyes as you spoke.

“I… I was thinking,” you began, your voice shaky. “I w-wanted to… try something new. You know, in bed.”

There was a brief moment of silence, and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, your entire face turning a shade of red that probably matched Mondo’s jacket. You kept your eyes fixed on your hands, too embarrassed to look up and gauge his reaction. What if he thought you were weird? What if this ruined the easy dynamic you had?

But Mondo, ever the straightforward guy, just blinked before his trademark grin spread across his face. “Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on his knees as he looked at you with interest. “What kinda ‘new’ are we talkin’ about?”

Your stomach fluttered at his reaction, a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside you. He wasn’t brushing you off or teasing you—he was genuinely interested. That gave you the courage to look up at him, though your face was still flushed.

“Well… I-I was thinking about trying something… rougher?” you admitted, your voice still soft but a little more confident now that you knew he was open to the idea. “Maybe… spanking, or, um… overstimulation?”

Mondo’s grin widened slightly, and he leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. You could see a flicker of something dark and playful in his eyes, though his voice remained gentle when he spoke.

“Shit, really?” he said, a low chuckle escaping his throat. “Didn’t think you’d be into that kinda thing, but damn, I ain’t complainin’.”

Your heart raced even faster at his words, but there was something comforting about the way he reacted—like he wasn’t shocked, just pleasantly surprised. He leaned forward again, his voice dropping a bit as he asked, “You sure ‘bout this, babe? I mean, I know you’re shy ‘n all, but if it’s somethin’ you wanna try… we can totally do that. I just don’t wanna push ya into anything.”

You smiled nervously, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Yeah, I… I think I’d like to try it. With you.”

Mondo’s expression softened at your words, and he reached out to gently cup your cheek with his rough, calloused hand. “You got nothin’ to worry about, alright? We’ll take it slow, make sure you’re feelin’ good. You trust me, right?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I trust you, Mondo.”

Later that night, the two of you found yourselves back in his dorm room. The air was thick with anticipation, a mixture of nerves and excitement that hung between you like an electric charge. You were sitting on the edge of Mondo’s bed, your heart pounding in your chest as he stood in front of you, his intense gaze locked onto yours.

“You still good with this, babe?” Mondo asked, his voice low and reassuring. He could see the tension in your body, the way your hands trembled slightly as you gripped the edge of the bed.

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “Y-Yeah. I’m ready.”

Mondo’s eyes softened at your response, and he moved closer, gently tilting your chin up so you were looking at him. “Alright then. Just let me know if it gets too much, okay?”

He slowly guided you onto your stomach, his large hands trailing down your back in a soothing motion. You could feel the heat of his body behind you as he moved, his presence both comforting and exhilarating. His hand moved to your ass, squeezing gently, testing the waters.

“You sure you can handle this, short stuff?” he teased, though his voice was tinged with genuine concern. He always had a soft spot for you, despite his tough exterior.

You let out a nervous giggle, your body relaxing under his touch. “I can handle it, Mondo.”

He smirked at your response, his hand leaving your ass for a moment before coming down with a firm, playful smack. You gasped, the sensation sharp but not painful, and immediately your body reacted with a rush of heat.

“Fuck, you sound so cute when you make that noise,” Mondo muttered, his voice low and gravelly. He gave you another slap, this one a bit harder, and you moaned softly, your hips twitching beneath him.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you back toward him as he pressed his hips against you, his erection obvious through his jeans. “You like that, huh?” he teased, his voice dark and filled with lust. “Never woulda guessed you’d be into somethin’ like this, but shit, it’s hot.”

You moaned again, your body arching beneath him as he continued to spank you, each strike sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your mind was swimming with the sensation, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming your senses.

But Mondo didn’t stop there. His hand moved between your legs, brushing against your already sensitive core. You gasped as his fingers pressed against your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made your legs tremble.

“Let’s see how much you can handle,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You said you wanted more, right? Let’s see if you can take it.”

His fingers worked you expertly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, but just as you were about to come, he pulled away, leaving you whimpering in frustration.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t give me that look,” Mondo teased, smirking down at you. “You wanted overstimulation, right? So I’m gonna make sure you get exactly what you asked for.”

And with that, he pushed you over the edge again and again, driving you to the brink of pleasure only to pull you back, each time making you crave it more. By the time he finally let you come, your body was shaking, your mind lost in a haze of pleasure.

Mondo leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “You did so good, babe. You’re fuckin’ amazing.” Your body was trembling, still reeling from the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, your legs weak, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Mondo hadn’t let up, not until he saw you shuddering beneath him, your moans turning into broken cries as you came hard in his hands. Even now, his fingers lingered on your skin, brushing your thighs softly as if to coax the last bits of sensation from your overstimulated body.

“Shit, babe,” Mondo murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he sat back slightly, admiring the sight of you. His hand, which had been so rough before, now trailed gently along your lower back, soothing the spots where he had spanked you earlier. “You were fucking incredible.”

You could barely respond, your body still trembling as you collapsed onto the bed, your face buried in the pillow. Your heart was still racing, your mind a blur of pleasure and exhaustion, but there was a warm sense of satisfaction spreading through you. Mondo had pushed you to the edge, but you hadn’t expected it to feel so… good.

After a few moments, you managed to turn your head slightly, your eyes fluttering open to meet Mondo’s gaze. He was smirking, his chest still heaving as he caught his own breath. Despite his usual cocky demeanor, there was a softness in his eyes as he looked down at you, his hand now gently stroking your hair.

“How’re you feelin’?” he asked, his voice quieter now, more tender.

You managed a weak smile, your voice still shaky as you whispered, “I… I feel amazing.”

Mondo chuckled, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Good,” he muttered against your skin, his voice filled with a mix of pride and affection. “Didn’t go too hard on ya, did I?”

You shook your head slowly, your body still humming with the aftershocks of your orgasm. “No,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “It was… perfect.”

Mondo’s smirk widened slightly, though there was a glimmer of relief in his eyes. He always liked to act tough, but deep down, you knew he cared—maybe more than he let on. “Good girl,” he muttered, brushing his thumb gently over your cheek. “Knew you could handle it.”

He shifted slightly, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you closer, his body heat enveloping you as you relaxed into his embrace. He was still radiating energy, the intensity of the moment still lingering between you, but now there was a calmness to him, a sense of satisfaction that came from knowing he had pushed you just far enough, without crossing any lines.

For a few moments, the two of you lay there in comfortable silence, your bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your breathing slowly syncing up as you both calmed down. Mondo’s hand never left your skin, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back, the sensation soothing in contrast to the roughness from earlier.

As the adrenaline began to fade, a small giggle escaped your lips, breaking the silence. Mondo raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with an amused expression. “What’s so funny?”

You blushed slightly, hiding your face in his chest as you muttered, “I just… I can’t believe I actually asked for that.”

Mondo laughed, the sound low and rough, but filled with warmth. “Hey, you’re braver than you think, babe,” he said, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair affectionately. “Takes guts to ask for what you want. And I’m damn glad you did.”

You smiled against his chest, feeling a wave of warmth spread through you at his words. It was true—before tonight, you would’ve never imagined having the confidence to ask for something like this. But with Mondo, you felt safe, felt like you could explore those parts of yourself without fear of judgment.

“Still,” you mumbled, your voice soft, “I didn’t know I’d like it so much.”

Mondo smirked, his hand moving to tilt your chin up so you were looking at him again. “Told ya I’d take care of you,” he muttered, his voice low and playful as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “And we ain’t done yet.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words, your heart skipping a beat as you looked up at him. “W-We’re not?”

Mondo’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “Nah,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “Now that I know what gets you goin’, babe, we’ve got a lot more fun to have.”

Your face flushed at the implication, but you couldn’t deny the excitement that bubbled up inside you. Even after everything you’d just experienced, the idea of more sent a fresh wave of heat through your body.

“But don’t worry,” Mondo added, his tone softening slightly as he kissed the side of your neck. “We’ll take it slow, make sure you’re feelin’ good. Always, alright?”

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection as you leaned into his touch. “Always,” you whispered back.

Mondo chuckled again, pulling you even closer, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively as the two of you settled back into the bed. The adrenaline had faded, leaving behind a comfortable warmth as you rested in his arms, your bodies entwined.

As your eyelids grew heavy, the last thing you heard was Mondo’s voice, low and soft, as he whispered, “You did good, babe. Real good.” And with that, you drifted off to sleep, safe and content in his embrace, knowing that with Mondo, you could explore anything, and he’d always be right there with you, every step of the way.

[rinslutz]

hello! If requests are still open how about a hurt/comfort fic where geto and reader were in a relationship before he left. After geto leaves, gojo and reader help each other deal with geto's absence and they eventually fall for each other many years later.

(sorry if that was confusing 💀)

ᥫ᭡ “BURY A FRIEND” — GOJO SATORU

ㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ fem!reader, friends to lovers, character death

a/n: not too sure if i like how this turned out.

gojo lost two friends the day geto made his choice. you lost a friend and someone who you thought was the love of your life. you weren’t his though. he made that obvious when he left without a “goodbye.”

when geto left you disappeared too. for a while, satoru wasn’t sure if you were dead or alive. eventually, you showed up at his apartment one day, drenched in the downpour of rain. your eyes were bloodshot red and you were thinner than when he last saw you. this was a familiar sight and he wouldn’t let this be a repeat of last time. he refuses to miss the signs that he did in his best friend.

since then, you rarely spend time apart. any time not spent at school is spent at either of your apartments. eventually, the familiar laughter and happiness returned between you two. you didn’t think it ever would but satoru had made it his mission to make you happy again.

unfortunately, happiness doesn’t always last very long.

“he’s dead.” for a second you’re not sure you’ve heard him correctly. gojo doesn’t say anything else and neither do you. suddenly everything and every sound is overwhelming. the quiet clicking of your watch, the low hum of your refrigerator, your heart pounding in your chest. every sound is louder than usual.

“i’ll be there soon.” you don’t need to say anything. gojo can hear your shaky breathing and maybe your pounding heart too. gojo is barely holding himself together, but he knows that if you sense even the smallest quiver in his voice you’ll break down. so, he swallows the growing lump in his throat before hanging up.

gojo expects to find you in a puddle of tears when he arrives at your apartment. somehow, what he finds is much worse in his eyes. you sit as still as possible on your sofa, emotionless eyes staring blankly ahead of you. you make no movement even as he grabs your shoulder. he invades your line of sight, and the look in your eyes makes his heart drop.

he can’t lose you again. he can tell that if he loses you to this there's no coming back. he grabs your face in both of his hands and forces you to look at him. it’s almost as if you’re looking right through him.

“hey, can you look at me please.” his voice is soft as he pleads with you. finally, your head shifts a bit and your eyes focus on his. immediately, thick tears stream down your cheeks. he lets you cry but he doesn’t dare remove his hands from your face.

“did you get to speak with him?” through your tears there’s a hopeful look in your eyes. he knows what you’re hoping to hear and it hurts him that he can’t tell you what you want to hear.

“yes, but he didn’t say anything about you.” and for a second he thinks that he should’ve lied. he should’ve told you that suguru asked about you, said that he missed you, said that he still loved you. he can’t lie to you. he’s never been great at it anyway. you’d see right through him.

you just nod in response. you brush away your tears with your knuckles.

“i figured.” you smile sadly. he places a kiss against your forehead in response. for a second you stiffen. he’s never done anything like that. he pulls back, startled by his own actions.

“sorry, that was a mistake. i’m not sure why i did that.” he laughs awkwardly. maybe today is full of mistakes. maybe you both aren’t sure how to deal with today’s events.

you pull him into a kiss. maybe you’re an idiot for this and maybe gojo is too because he kisses you back. his hands move from your cheeks to your forearms. the pads of his fingers softly dig into your skin. his grip on your arms is so tight it’s as if he’s afraid of you slipping away.

“i love you.” gojo whispers into your mouth. he immediately wishes had kept his mouth shut. he wishes he didn’t have to kill his best friend earlier today because then he wouldn’t be here. he wouldn’t be here confessing his love to his best friend’s ex.

satoru leaves without another word and he’s sure he’s lost you for the second time.

there has never been an awkward moment between you and satoru, but recently he just hasn’t been able to look you in your eyes. the first time you saw him after that night, he pretend the kiss never happened. he pretended suguru’s death never happened. he was back to his playful ways. you know him though. you can see in his eyes how much pain he’s in. you can see the longing in his eyes when he looks at you.

you wonder if that longing look has always been in his eyes. maybe you were too in love with suguru to notice. maybe gojo has been good at hiding it all this time, but now that he’s had a taste of you he can’t any longer.

satoru hasn’t spent any prolonged time with you since that night. you miss him. you miss the way he easily brightens your mood. you miss your daily hangouts. you miss the way his lips felt. if it wasn’t for the way his eyes light up when he sees you, you would assume that he doesn’t miss you as much as you miss him. you’re determined to make him talk to you even if you have to tie him down.

satoru is going insane. he never thought someone’s lips could feel so perfect against his. when he’s not fighting a curse or teaching his student he’s thinking about you. but sometimes thoughts of you slip in during those times despite how much he tries to push them away.

he misses you. sometimes when he’s driving home he catches himself heading to your apartment instead. in the past couple of years, since suguru left, he’s spent most of his time there. even now that he’s avoiding you, he always finds himself near you. it’s like his body is gravitating toward yours.

he’s embarrassed and scared if he’s being honest. he’s convinced himself that you're disgusted by him kissing you that night. he thinks that despite how you still smile at him when you try to speak to him. though your smile immediately drops when he finds an excuse to escape a conversation with you.

as you walk towards him, a look of determination on your face, he can tell that this conversation is going to go differently.

“when are you going to stop avoiding me and put on your big boy pants and have an adult conversation with me?” you cut right to the chase. no ‘hello’, no greeting of any kind. gojo smiles though, despite how embarrassed he is.

“someone’s feeling feisty today.” this is the first thing gojo has said to you that wasn’t ‘sorry gotta go.’ you’re still angry with him. he’s avoiding the question like you knew he would.

“you told me you love gojo,” you say as if he doesn’t know. he knows, it's all he’s been thinking about.

“you can’t say you love me and then not speak to me for a week.” you’re hurt, he can tell by the tone of your voice. he looks away and you think he’s going to leave again.

“i’m sorry. it’s just..i know this is probably too much for you right now-”

“i love you too.” this time gojo is not sure he heard you correctly. this must be a dream and soon he’ll way up in his bed, alone as usual.

you walk closer to him and the hardened look in your eyes is gone. and for the first time, you look at him with that familiar look. the look you always gave his best friend. that’s what makes this even harder.

“if you hadn’t run off I would’ve said it back that night.” you jab a finger against his chest but your eyes are still soft. though, the look on your face has changed. it’s not that familiar look anymore. it's different. it's new. it’s only for him.

“i love you satoru,” you say softly.

gojo is tired of avoiding you, of avoiding his feelings. he’s tired of his body gravitating towards yours and having to fight it. he’s tired of missing you. so, he tilts your head back by your chin, he pecks your nose before slotting his lips against yours.

he has you now and he’s not tired anymore.

©rinslutz

[trashy-tries-writing]

I can just imagine Ravine healing himself like he’s in the far cry 2 and everybody just looking at him like “wtf???”

Like broken arm? Nah let me just readjust some bones and we’re good to go!

Sorry for the long wait but it's finally here! 😖 Okay I can see this happening 💀. Price is getting gray hairs because he never knows if Ravine is walking around with an injured bones or not. It's a charade for 141 to find out after the first time they saw him do it 😂. Thank you so much for this idea 🙂 Also to all precious Readers, anyone willing to help me understand the mw2 characters more? Like telling me what your opinion on what their dislikes and likes could be and maybe headcanons you guys have for them? I’m interested to learn/know :DD PS.: I apologize for any mistakes and wrong words I use, It’s been too long since I researched about MW2 and Military stuff 😅

Price has known Ravine for a few years now but the soldier still surprises him in ways that he would never imagine. When he believes he finally grasped the depth of the weapo- Ravine’s abilities, the man swoops in with something unpredictable that has the captain stare at him like he just told him Laswell is firing Price.

Well not after today that is. Now he welcomes situations that could only happen in dreams with open arms so he can spare himself some stress.

The mission was easier than some things they were ordered to do.

The objective was to seize the contents inside the briefcase, it didn’t matter if the briefcase was lost as long as they got their hands on what was inside it. 

Ghost, Ravine, Gaz and Soap approached the enemy base on the mountains on foot as they ambushed them. However the opponent was one step ahead, hiding inside a hidden cave and fled with a jeep down the mountains, making a quick escape as the soldiers shot down the rest of the man.

Soap cursed, hoping to pop a tire with his gun but it was for naught as the bullets were caught by the many trees the vehicle passed through. Gaz let Price know that the objective is making pace down the mountain.

The captain’s voice echoed through one of their intercom radios.

“Ravine, time to fetch.”

They barely tilted their heads towards the mentioned male when they find Ravine darting past them at high speed. Their confusion flip into understanding as they have never seen him run before.

“The rest of you, make your way down and keep a lookout for strays hanging around.”

A few minutes later, they locate the jeep slammed sideways into a tree trunk making it almost fold in two. They quietly roam the area and quickly spot Ravine emerging from the back of the ruined car with a hand holding onto the case.

And that’s where they currently find themselves in when it happened.

“Ooohhh that looks bad, are you okay?” Gaz takes the briefcase from his hands, eyes worriedly staring at Ravine’s slightly bent arm with the bone poking out it.

“Aye.”

Without warning Ravine grabs his broken arm, pushing the bone back inside his flesh. A collective groan of pain and disgust echoed through the mountain from his action. 

Soap lifts a hand and averts his gaze from the scene as Gaz holds the briefcase in front of his face. Ghost scrunches his face from underneath the mask as Price’s voice echoes through, questioning the sudden silence.

The were impressed, sure… but whAT THE FUCK?!?!!?

While they are trying to explain to Ravine that, for a matter of fact, it was NOT okay to push your own bone back into your arm and it shouldn’t have been his first response to the open wound. It was DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL either to use that said broken arm the minute he ‘fixed’ it.

I mean okay, they did find that kind of cool but they were seriously getting worried about him. His blood was running down his forearm, staining his clothes red and he’s standing there like it was a daily occurrence.

Ghost marches towards Ravine and pokes a harsh finger to his helmet with ‘Don’t try this shit again’ glare, making the tall man recoil his head from the push.

“Sit down you muppet and refrain from moving that arm around.”

On the other side inside Price’s office, the captain exhales loudly; it could be heard outside the room. “Of course he did that…” He’s aging so quickly that he’s hoping he won't wake up the next day with a full set of white hair.

He waits by the entrance, seeing the truck in the distance growing bigger each second. He pushes himself from leaving on the wall and sees Gaz, Soap and Ghost instinctively grab onto Ravine who seems to plan a visit to the doctor.

While Ghost’s pushing from the front, one hand locked with Ravin’s while the other pushed against his chest, Gaz and Soap are pulling and tugging the man towards the medical facility.

Price sighs and the soldier’s stop in their tracks when they find him standing beside them watching them try to wrestle Ravine into a checkup. The captain crosses his arms over his chest, his head tilted slightly and a silent conversation is shared between him and the giant of a man.

Ghost can feel Ravine’s hand flinch and shake as he unconsciously tightens his grip on the shorter male’s hand. The lieutenant turns his head back, observing his body becoming tense making him look bulkier than he was.

The trio is shushed away as Price and Ravine go on their merry way.

“Man, he must really hate doctors.”

Ghost’s eyes linger on Ravine’s back, feeling something amiss. He doesn’t push or ask for an answer but questions are filling his head especially due to the sudden heat he could feel from his hand that was locked with his.

They were hiding something huge that was related to the abnormality that was Ravine but there were too many potential answers to piece together, like a puzzle without edges and weirdly shaped pieces.

He was sure Gaz and Soap were thinking the same thing but they didn’t dare risk breaking whatever frail bond they had with Ravine.

Who was Ravine before he became Ravine?

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I translated Lego Monkie Kid’s Cantonese Extended Opening

In the tags of my first post I said I wanted to translate the lyrics of the extended OP of the LMK Cantonese dub and I did it :D

Translation notes: (some translations are wonky bc either the og lyrics are ambiguous, I didn’t have enough space to translate the phrases fully, or my Cantonese is rusty)

“All reveal your true forms to me immediately!”— 現形 means to appear/reappear. I personally interpreted it as the spirits/demons showing their true forms when SWK is fighting them, but simply “reveal yourselves to me” works too

“I truly can’t help how popular I am these days.”— One of my wonky translations I think. The og lyric is more like “really, I’m trending right now, I can’t stop it even if I wanted to / even if I tried.”

“But now I have to hide away,”— The lyric for “hide away” 神隱 very specifically refers to gods/immortals/spirits going into hiding

“From now on, keep the Golden Staff with you at all times,”— In the original JttW text, SWK’s staff is called the 金箍棒 “gold-hooped staff/rod”, but in Cantonese the staff is more commonly called the 金剛棒, which doesn’t have the “hoop” character. It’s just a gold stick 

“Only rely on having enough audacity,”— I think it’s supposed to be “have a lot of/enough courage” but it can also mean “audacity”, and since this song is about SWK and MK I think the word “audacity” fits them much better haha

“I will reach the peak for a competition of skill.”— This is an instance of Cantonese being so compressed and concise that I have no idea how to structure the sentence in English

“Endure for the sake of loyalty,”— 捱義氣 means doing a favor out of personal loyalty that you might not want to do (eg. you help your friend clean his car when you hate cleaning cars cuz he’s your bud!). I think “endure for the sake of loyalty” is a goofy way of translating this but I dunno what to write instead

“Assemble surprises.”— I have no idea what this is supposed to mean. This is a very literal translation

“The me today,”— Longer version: The me I am today

“Chock-full of abilities.”— OG lyrics 一身本領 go a little bit like “the whole body is full of skills/abilities”. I wanted to just write “full of talents” but “talent” isn’t quite accurate. I went with “chock-full” cuz it sounds funny

“Clash with fire in a duel,”— I like to think that this line refers to Red Son and I like Red Son :]

“Carrying an endless mission,”— I originally wrote “shouldering” instead of “carrying”, but because 懷 means “embrace/chest” or “harboring”, I thought “carrying” sounds less grueling and more accurate than “shouldering”

“Eyeballs looking around,”— “eyes staring wide and round” probably fits 眼仔睩睩 better, but hopefully “eyeballs” sounds wide and round enough?? And I wanted to turn it into an action so I described the eyes looking around like they’re on guard!

“Grappling arduously with the enemy,”— Lots of ways to translate 搏命: fighting for your life, wrestling for your life, blah blah blah. I hope “grappling” is evocative enough 😭

“Quick-witted actions, be clever,”— I’m not sure if it’s “quick-witted, actions sharp and clever” or “quick-witted actions, be sharp and clever” 💀 靈活 means “mentally flexible”, sharp醒 means “smart, clever, alert, quick-witted”, something like that

“It’s called the NSoFFM,”— The lyric lacks a pronoun in Cantonese so I’m not sure if it means “call me/you the NSoFFM”, “call for the NSoFFM”, “you’re called the NSoFFM”, or something else. I interpreted it as SWK listing a bunch of traits and saying “someone like this will be called the NSoFFM”

“Skyrocket to ascension / I rise at Flower Fruit Mountain.”— 飈升 means shooting up really quickly/suddenly. I’m not sure what “shooting up” means in this context so I kept it as vague as possible. I also translated 飈升 in two different ways “skyrocket to ascension” and simply “rise” even though both lyrics mean the same thing in Cantonese. “Skyrocket” is most accurate IMO, but it sounds weird by itself

“I always strive for self-improvement,”— The og is just “I forever self-strengthen”, which sounds weird to me so I expanded it

“When I wedge into the crack,”— No idea what this means?? I’m guessing it’s supposed to evoke the image of SWK jamming a weapon into a crack? Also I wanted to write “wedge into the fissure” but when I googled “fissure” it showed me results for anal fissures and I was so put off by it I just used “crack” instead, even though “crack” sounds much sillier than “fissure”

“Demons please relax, lest you lose control.”— Nothing to note, I just really like the original lyric. It’s so cocky and badass and SO Wukong (or MK!) /pos

“Use kindness as the mark of recognition,”— Not sure what this really means? I interpret it as “kindness is my goal/principle”, but 記認 means both “marking” and “recognize/remember” so uh

“Evildoing is difficult to regard as the elder brother,”— The og lyric sounds fine but trying to understand it is?? It’s not “evildoers”, it’s “the way/path of evildoing”, but then it says “it’s difficult to be an older brother (non-familial)” like who is it difficult for??? Also “brother” here means a fellow disciple/classmate under the same teacher/master/school, so like the relationship between SWK and the other pilgrims (except their master, of course)

“I can’t be beat to death, swim carefree at the edge of the sky.”— The most egregious lyric IMO. I have absolutely no clue what it’s supposed to mean so maybe I’m just not that good at Cantonese??? It could be “I can’t beat to death swimming carefree at the edge of the sky” or “I can’t be beaten to death, swim carefree at the edge of the sky”. The swimming part lacks a pronoun so idk who’s swimming? What is happening in this sentence?? Help??

“Risk your life when taking action,”— 拼命 either means “as hard as you can” or “risking your life”. I’m only assuming it means the latter because I interpret this as SWK lecturing MK on how to be a hero

“And the battle lineup is again full of wit,”— I can sorta grasp what this means, but idk how to write it in English. 陣容 means the appearance/formation of your battalion and can extend to mean the array of abilities in a certain lineup. Not sure how to actually describe this though 😭 also I used “clever” for sharp醒 earlier but changed it to “wit” here so it’d be a noun and sound like an ability or something

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Pain In the Ass | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic obv)

Warnings- none

Summary- Miguel scolds you for going on a mission he told you not to go on but you had enough of it

Side note- OMMLLL I HAVENT WROTE IN SOOO LONG IM SO SORRY YALL 💀🙏. ANYWAYYYSSSSSSS this one takes a lil just a lil turn Yk 🌝 OKAY ILL SHUT UP ENJOY THIS OR DONT IDC 🤍 (Not Proof Read hehe)

Miguel was always busy with dealing with a multiverse falling apart, so he didn't have much time to deal with his rebellious kid.

Basically you.

Miguel was standing on the platform where he was looking at all the floating holographic screens , not realizing that his kid had once again escaped for like the 100th time today. . .

"Chinga tu madre. . ." He muttered and groaned to himself when he noticed that you weren't in your usual spot in his big “man cave’” as you would call it when you were younger

Miguel took a deep breath.

He sighed "Lyla, where is my kid?"

Lyla appeared, “tsk tsk your always losing your her Miguel” she said annoying him

Miguel pinched his bridge of his nose, “just tell me where she’s at lyla” clearly getting pissed off

Lyla rolled her eyes in her normal sassy way, “she’s in another universe fighting an anomaly—you know the one you told her not to go fight” she said looking up from her phone

Miguel rolled his eyes, "I give this kid one rule... "Pendeja, I told her to stay away from that anomaly!“" He muttered under his breath.

Miguel sighed, wondering what he had done to deserve having such a rebellious child

"Lyla, call the others. Make sure they know there is an anomaly in that universe."

Miguel sighed deeply, annoyed at how his daughter constantly disobeyed him.

"I didn’t sign up to be a father to be disobeyed constantly. I told her to stay away from that anomaly and now she’s in trouble. She never listens to a single word I say. She’s so impulsive, I swear to god..."

Miguel clearly irritated from my rebellious actions opens up a portal to that universe you were in

He saw you flying and fighting the anomaly. He had to admit it for my age you were better than the other at the Spider Society.

After a few minutes you got done and tied the anomaly up with your spider webs and you were about to open a portal back to the HQ spider society until you saw Miguel. “Oh hey” you said giving him a nervous smile and laugh “funny seeing you here” scratching the back of your neck. Meanwhile Miguel eyes were practically turning red he was super livid.

Miguel was furious as he walked up to you.

"I gave you one rule and you broke it. Now tell me. . . Why did you go to that anomaly after I explicitly told you not to?"

“Cause you told me explicitly not to go” You said

"And you thought that was a good idea?"

Miguel was still furious but he was trying not to yell."That anomaly could've killed you! There was a reason why I didn't want you to go near it!"

Starting to get pissed you said,“But guess What? It didn’t kill me” You went through the portal back to the HQ spider society carrying the anomaly and handing it off to another Spider-women with Miguel following through

Miguel was still angry as they both made their way through the portal.

"You know the rules... Yet you still can't manage to follow them. . . You know... I've been too easy with you. I need to actually do something about your disobedience this time."

"Give me your web shooters."

“What no” you scoffed turning around

"Hand. Them. Over. Now."

Miguel was getting angrier by the second. He wasn't playing this time.

"I gave you these to assist you with your duties and to protect you from danger."

"Obviously, you can't do that. So, you won't be needing them."

You mocked him, “yeah yeah whatever “ still not handing them over

You tried to pull away but failed as Miguel grabbed your web shooters and pulled them off. You were furious but knew better then to argue with him.

Miguel rolled his eyes.

"You could've just given them to me."

"...But no. You just HAD to be a pain in the ass and make it difficult for no reason."

He sighed.

"Lyla, make sure you keep a close eye on her for the next couple of days. She's clearly not capable of following simple rules and needs some level of supervision."

Lyla appeared and sighed.

"Oh great, this is going to be fun."

Lyla then turned to you.

"Miguel is right, you know. You need to do a better job at listening to him. I get that it can be tough having a strict father, but rules exist for a reason. You can't just go breaking all of his rules whenever you feel like it. That's not how it works, Y/n."

You glared at Lyla.

Lyla looked at you un-phased by your glaring.

"I'm just saying, Y/n. You could do a lot better at listening to Miguel, especially when he's asking you to do something that's for your safety."

"I know you're a smart kid and you have potential, so I'm confident that you can improve at listening to Miguel."

You completely snapped,“Look he isn’t even my father he’s just another version of my dad from another universe. My REAL father is dead in my universe. And Miguel thinks I’m some replacement cause he can’t accept the fact that HIS REAL daughter is dead. I’m not some sort of second chance for you to be a dad again I hope your remember that Miguel. If anything he’s the REAL Pain In the Ass for thinking he always has to watch me like a hawk everywhere I go”