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bluntsandcigs · 9 months ago

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ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

“𝐈’𝐦 breaking up with you”

Your boyfriend, for better or worse, was the love of your life and it was a fact that you sometimes lamented in moments when he was being especially insufferable. While certainly not without his good qualities, he had a list a mile long full of traits which often made you want to lob a pillow at his head, regardless of his Infinity. His tendency to be the world’s greatest troll was very high on the aforementioned list and he wielded his devious side with all the wicked glee of a well-seasoned trickster. You supposed being his girlfriend and thus someone he was exceedingly fond of meant you probably got off easy where his pranks were concerned. You’d met the likes of Utahime and Kento on occasion and both seemed perpetually prepared to kill him with lethal stares alone. You, on the other hand, despite often putting up with his nonsense were lucky enough to also be on the receiving side of his best side. With you he was thoughtful, funny, incredibly charming, and intensely dedicated to ensuring that you were constantly having the best sex of your life.

You loved him deeply and dearly.

But, you were also debating throwing him right out of your apartment in what little he was wearing.

Despite your claim that you were leaving him, Gojo’s smug grin remained steadfast and he made not even the slightest attempt to waylay your obvious annoyance with some of the sweeter playfulness you adored. He appeared to be delighted by the deadpanned irritation in your voice and plastered on your unsmiling face, his objective to vex you succeeding spectacularly. Glancing to your left, towards the small shelf of decorative knickknacks you kept there, you debated grabbing the first plush toy you could get your hands on just to chuck it right at him. Unfortunately, Gojo knew you too well and he tutted in response to your obvious considerations.

“Now, now, you can’t possibly be mad at me, can you? I’m only giving you what you said you wanted.”

“This is so not what I meant.”

Gojo, despite coming off as regularly lackadaisical missed very little and he’d been damn well privy to every single instance over the past year where you’d mused over your desire for a cat. Your love of animals, particularly those prone to purring and pouncing, was no big secret. The countless cat videos you’d cooed over and feline plush dolls that decorated your bedroom broadcast your love of the whiskered creatures just as clearly as your words did. He knew, damn well, that you’d been growing more and more keen on the idea of adopting a sweet little kitty of your very own. When he’d responded to your last remark towards future pet ownership with a grin and a none-too-covert comment that you might soon find yourself with a surprise over the next few days, you’d been giddy with anticipation. When he’d go through with it and what sort of cat he’d adopt in ‘secret’ had kept you on gleeful pins and needles for close to a week.

Now, as you stared at your almost naked boyfriend where he’d perched himself on your bed, you wished you hadn’t dedicated a single iota towards being excited.

“You said you wanted a cat, didn’t you? I thought this was what you meant.”

Glowering and well aware that he was feigning obvious ignorance, the fucking troll, you watched as Gojo adjusted his sultry pose for one that had his ass arching up for a better glimpse of the cat tail attached to the back of his underwear. It and the ears he’d fastened to his head with a well-placed headband were as black as you’d suddenly decided his soul was.

“Come on, babe. I had to give my girl the best of the best and you can’t deny that there’s no cuter kitty out there than yours truly.”

His grin stretched wider still and he made a sound deceptively close to an actual purr, the noise nearer to seduction than adoring affection. You were resolved to be unmoved by what you knew was an attempt to turn you on, turning towards the doorway which would lead you back into the living room.

“If I leave now I can probably get to an animal shelter before it closes.”

“Aw, you’re really leaving?”

He sounded genuinely pouty and disappointed and you were resolute about not caring in the slightest.

“Would I have been more convincing if I’d gone the tail butt plug route instead?”

The comment almost stalled you, because damn if that particular idea didn’t boast some level of promise, but you refused to be moved. At least not so easily. You took a step and stilled before you could take another, Gojo at your back so lightning fast you hadn’t even registered his movements until you felt the rush of air which signified them. He wrapped his arms solidly around your waist, nuzzling his face against the curve of your neck with an almost comical mimic of a cat’s meow. It would’ve maybe be a little cute if it wasn’t so infuriating, but it was definitely amusing and you bit back a tiny chortle of laughter with all the willpower you could muster. If he was going to be a goddamn menace then you weren’t about to make things easy for him.

“You don’t think I make a good kitty?”

“No. You make a good clown, though. Truly world-class on that front.”

“Ouch! I can’t believe my mistress is so cruel! Especially when I was so ready to give her all the cuddles!”

Anyone else probably would’ve been embarrassed to act so cutesy and forlorn, playing up the role of disappointed house pet, but shame was one trait Gojo had never gotten any real hang of. The man had enough cockiness to walk totally starkers through Roppongi without so much of a chance of blushing, so acting ridiculous behind closed doors was well within his comfort wheelhouse. Sometimes you wished you had even a drop of that kind of unflappable confidence.

“I doubt your type of cuddles is the kind I was hoping for, Satoru,” you grumbled, waiting patiently for him to just let the damn joke die already.

“Oh?”

You knew he was grinning even with the lack of seeing it, the wide spread of annoyingly kissable lips sure to be revealing those perfectly pearly whites of his. You felt teeth grazing your neck, a subtle scrap that settled into the tiniest nip where your pulse throbbed with a quiet drumming beneath your skin. His long fingers stretched and spread across your hips, pinkie fingers curling around the front belt loops of your jeans.

“What if I was gonna give you whatever cuddles you wanted? However you wanted them? What about that then, hmmm? Would that make me a good kitty? Would it make you wanna keep me?”

Gojo’s hips shimmied from side to side and you weren’t entirely positive if it was his attempt at making his tail sway or a not even remotely subtle effort to grind his cock against your ass. Knowing him, it had to be a little bit of both and feeling how hard he already was, as if he’d been eagerly anticipating the satisfaction of his cat boy fantasies, made it harder to deny him out of spite. You were annoyed for sure and never very keen to give him precisely what he wanted when he was being a pain in the ass, but Gojo was also stupidly good at making you cum. His talents in the bedroom were almost ludicrous in their effectiveness and if he was exceptionally game to give you precisely what you wanted, at least in a sexual respect, it wasn’t exactly easy to refute the possibilities.

He rumbled out another mockery of a purr and dragged his tongue across the sensitive skin of your neck, wet and smooth instead of at all scratchy like a real cat’s would have been. Perfect for making you feel good and curse your weak resolve, but you already felt wet just from thinking about how satisfied you’d be in the next few minutes if you relented.

“If you let me, I can eat your pussy so good you probably won’t even be mad at me anymore.”

“Wouldn’t eating my pussy technically count as some kind of cannibalism right now?” you asked him ruefully and you were rewarded with a delighted snicker in response, Gojo’s arms hugging you tighter.

“Oh, this kitty right here is keeping you. All mine. Can’t get rid of me no matter how bad you try.”

It gave you butterflies every time he said things like that, made little comments to suggest that for all his flightiness and reputation for being a player, he wanted to try for something more permanent with you. He may have been playing and playful, his default setting most days it seemed, but the words made your heart soar even so. The annoyance you felt from discovering his devious little prank hadn’t exactly fled in the wake of your affection, but it was tempered by it to some extent. If you were giving in to his hopes, you were giving in to them exactly the way you wanted and you weren’t about to let your obnoxious cat boy get away with his mischief entirely.

You shifted and turned, moving around in the cradle of Gojo’s arms to face him, mirroring the wicked glee on his face as your hand sandwiched itself in the space between your body and his. His brows shot up high, the shades he wore shifting down the slope of his nose just enough to give you a hint of the mesmerizing blue behind them. However, he looked quite pleased by the feel of your fingers squeezing around his cock. He was warm, even through the material of his underwear, and it was all too easy to map out the exact shape of his length with the cloth barrier in your way. You tried not to shiver just from feeling him, well-versed in how thick and long he was, the fullness that came with his erection sliding home inside your body an aching feeling you welcomed once you’d gotten used to it. That sensation was as dear to you as how honest Gojo’s reactions always were, nothing of his pleasure ever restrained or held back and it was as true in that moment as it had been since your first time together. Gojo’s smile grew wider and he let out a truly arousing groan as your palm rubbed against his shaft, fingers promising more.

“That can’t be all. Come on now,” you cooed, stealing a kiss from his lips and tasting the strawberry flavor of his chapstick. “Be a good kitty and let me know how good this feels.”

The band of his underwear stretched against the back of your wrist once you pressed your hand inside, fingers wrapped in a tight fist just beneath the tip of his cock, already leaking for you. It pleased you to feel his precum there, provided the slightest bit of slickness to help you roll your hand down his erection all the way to the base and lower, cupping his sac with a gentle squeeze that had Satoru’s hips bucking. The pressure made his dick weep further, smoothing out your strokes and providing you with what you needed to pump your hand over him in slippery glides he so clearly loved. Satoru mumbled your name, the smugness of his countenance wavering before the mounting pleasure. Those beautiful blue eyes of his fluttered closed, snowy lashes close to his cheeks, and seeing his mouth drop open for every sound of sensual delight was an utter joy. You loved it when you had him right where you wanted him, when just the feel of your hands coming together to work his shaft could make his thighs tremble. Your boyfriend may have been an incorrigible mischief maker who did so love to turn you into a soaking mess, but he could sometimes be so desperate for your touch.

Eager and greedy and all for you.

You needed more.

“Noooo!”

He outright whined when your hands left his dick, the length of it visibly throbbing with his yearning. His neediness was adorable with those cute little cat ears on his head and inwardly you considered how much better he’d look with the additional of a little bell collar, wondering if he might be into that in the future. Knowing Satoru and his never-failing interest in all sorts of sexual experimentation, he likely would’ve been thrilled by the idea.

“Don’t pout.”

You tried to kiss the look off his face, but it remained, Satoru steadfast and resolute to look as adorably put off as he could. When your fingers moved from his body to your own, tugging the shirt off your body with a notable urgency, his expression swiftly morphed into one that was greatly intrigued. Dissatisfaction was replaced with delight as his eyes raked so longingly over your half-naked frame, tongue working across his lips like someone had waved his favorite snack before his face the second your bra hit the floor. Teeth clamped down lightly on soft lips, Satoru shimmying his hips to sway his little tail as if to suggest that the sight of you briefly rubbing your nipples might be enough to make him pounce.

Like you were a mouse, his chosen prey.

You were no such thing and you lightly pushed at his chest to make him back away, give you room to lower your body down onto your knees. You pinched your nipples, peaks tight and providing the softest zing of pleasure through your breasts, smirking as you angled your chest towards him. His eyes widened and his smile was one of unadulterated excitement, a shaky exhale marking his happiness as his cock settled against the valley between your breasts. His hips moved, hands bracing against the wall behind you so he could thrust his slick erection through the soft crevice you’d provided him, his gaze enraptured by the view. He was long, just long enough that you could bend your head to tease the tip of his dick each time it drifted upwards, a thick weight nestled between the softness of your tits. The taste of him was warm and a little salty on your tongue, but you always found yourself wanting more, relishing each chance to caress the smooth head of his cock with a hurried swirl of your tongue.

“Feels so fucking good. Your pretty tits and that sweet little tongue on my cock. Can never get enough of this.”

“Wanna keep going then, Satoru? Wanna keep going until you’ve got my chest all covered in your cum?”

His hips shuddered, briefly angling towards a few faster thrusts through the warm cradle of your breasts. Gojo’s head shook, shades going further askew upon his face until he finally tossed them aside, unconcerned with anything other than his pleasure to care if they ended up broken on the floor. It was you that he treated with more care, freeing himself from the building ecstasy you’d been giving him to lift you into his arms, transporting you to the cushioned softness of your bed in seconds. He moved so fast you felt temporarily dizzy, but not so terribly that you missed how desperately he removed your jeans and panties, stripping you in a panting frenzy of need. It didn’t feel as if anything had been torn, no sounds of ripped denim stitching reaching your ears, but you knew that he could’ve destroyed your remaining clothing with ease had he wanted to. Gojo rather liked proving how easily he could rend fabric of all types from your frame and he’d been a fan of making buttons fly until you’d start grousing about having to mend or buy new clothes whenever the two of you felt horny. His restraint in that respect was surprising given how eager he happened to be. Gojo didn’t often put so swift a stop to foreplay, especially not whenever you had his cock nestled so pretty between your tits. He must have been waiting for you to come home for even longer than you’d anticipated for him to be so excessively keyed up.

“Impatient, are we, kitty?” you asked him, trying with your all not to sound breathless in your own state of anticipatory need.

“Say that like your cunt isn’t all juicy and ready for me.”

A gaze painted even clearer than sky blue roved with heated, covetous delight over the glistening wet of your pussy, lips pulled towards smug as he held your legs aloft, apart. Denying that you were exceedingly turned on would’ve been a bold-faced lie with the proof that you were lusting hard for your boyfriend right there before his eyes. It couldn’t stop you shrugging your shoulders, lifting your arms up above your head to present a picture of relaxation as well as readiness, fixing him with a smirk that beamed pride. Gojo’s plan could have been to seduce you all along, at least after he’d finished being a Special Grade pest yet he’d been just as seduced himself. He may have had all his ideas lined up like dominoes ready to be knocked down in a precise order, but his cock was flushed and hard where it came to rest against your folds. The tip still leaked with the evidence of how overcome he was by his need to have you, drips of heated precum dotting the top of your pubic mound with just one throb from his erection. Whatever Gojo’s exact intentions must have been had flown entirely out the window and he was clearly as impatient to cum as you were. He was the world’s strongest sorcerer, but making him ache to have you without having to really try made you feel pretty damn powerful yourself. After how much he’d irked you a few minutes ago, you were rather grateful for the ego stroking.

“You want me just as bad.”

“Then do something about it.”

You presented your dare with a squeeze of your hand around the head of his cock, a warm grasp that he thrust his length towards and the gliding motion had his thickness sliding perfectly across your clit. Smile wavering with a moan, Gojo tugged your hand away from his dick and brought your palm to his mouth, kissing lightly and dragging his tongue over the light taste of himself on your skin. When he lowered your hand, it was to rest it beside its twin against the sheets, his eyes darting towards the sight of your fingers clutching tight to the bedding once he pressed your legs together. Your thighs formed a tight haven for his shaft, different and sweeter than fucking your tits because the added softness of your pussy was right there underneath. Sodden folds, swollen from the craving for him, rubbing along the underside of his cock to coat it in further slickness and it made the process of fucking his erection along your clit so much easier. It wasn’t the same as being inside you, as having him stretching you open until you swore you felt him touching deeper than anyone ever had, but it may as well have been heaven regardless.

“Satoru, that feels so good..”

“Feels so much better than good to me, baby,” Gojo huffed, barely holding on to his smile as he rolled his hips with a mix of mounting, pleasured desperation and controlled precision. “Don’t even have to be inside you to make us both feel good. Can make you cum so hard just from doing this.”

He was right, truthful, and you could feel how every stroke of his smooth cockhead brushing across your bud was pushing you towards a mounting bliss that would have the thighs pressed around his cock shaking in no time flat. He felt so hard and hot against you, the wet of your cunt audibly slickening his flesh further until the sound was deliciously close to the familiar cacophony that filled your bedroom whenever he was inside you. It was wonderful yet excruciating, fulfilling your needs while leaving you anxious for more, aware of the empty feeling inside you. Gojo would never leave you unsatisfied, because he never had, but the longer he thrust his way between your thighs, the deeper your wants became.

“You can. I know you can. But, fuck, Satoru, it’d be so good if you were inside me. Even better than this.”

Gojo’s groan said he knew, that he remembered how tight you were and how perfectly the squeeze of your inner walls always milked him dry. He seemed to struggle for a moment with keeping his eyes open, crystalline hue half-hidden by lowered lids as he stared down at the repeated peek of his cockhead questing forward through the crevice of your thighs. You glanced down to see it too, trembling with pleasure as you watched his tip rub and grind against your clit, bucking your hips up to ensure the pressure intensified. You moaned and it was a weak sound, an orgasm threatening to tear its way through you before long, leading your fingers from the sheets to your own chest, pinching your nipples. Gojo’s hips stuttered from the sight, his hooded glance drawn up your body and higher, locking on your face.

“Later,” he promised you finally, tone throaty and strained as groans pitched into near whines. “I’ll be inside you for as long as you want later. But..”

He smirked, like a devil with the face of an angel, dressed up in the cheap cat costume which had started it all.

“Kitty’s gotta mark you now.”

It should’ve made you cringe or laugh. It probably could have had you doing both at the same time, cheesy as the comment was. Especially with his eager thrusts shaking the cat ears on his head until the band holding them in place looked poised to fall right off. You just didn’t have it in you to care about the silliness or anything beyond the fact that he was making you cum, your throbbing clit and the unrelenting drag of his cock across it pulling an orgasm through your core before you could truly even prepare for the fall. Gojo didn’t have to be nestled deep to feel your climax overtaking you, seeing it before him in the sharp arch of your back and the kneading of your hands across your breasts hurriedly moving back to the sheets. You kept your eyes open in the thick of it, gazing up at your lover as he watched you come undone with parted lips, seeming hypnotized by the visage of your release before him. He didn’t blink, an almost ethereal vision made human by the way his own control faltered, broken and splintered by his own fall to ruin. Gojo’s cock pulsed against your puffy cunt and he cried out his satisfaction as it spilled across your belly and chest, haphazard lines as white as his hair marking your sweaty skin.

He turned his head, pressing his teeth into the side of one of your calves just hard enough to leave a mark, but it was difficult to even mind any hurt there could have been while the two of you came together. Sensations too good to be real burrowed beneath your skin, carried through the pit of your being to every part of it, and you let the ebb and flow persist for as long as it must, savoring the wonder of being brought to the edge so easily. It was always a marvel to you in the aftermath, as your latest orgasm slowly found its way towards softening, how successfully Gojo could please you and how much it could leave you craving more. Your body still shook, your pussy intensely soaked from how hard you’d just cum, but the aching he inspired in you lingered deep where you wanted him to be, almost enough to make you forget that you’d initially been cross with him.

Curse him and his magic dick and his stupidly pretty, wonderful face.

God, you were so in love with him.

The feeling appeared to be very mutual, broadcast like a song across airwaves and carried to you through the look he gave you once the messy pulsing of his spend finally halted. Gojo peered down at you with a smile, less smug and more sweet than you expected he would’ve easily let others see on him. He looked close to swooning, though he may have just been a little fuck drunk from his orgasm, yet you could see past the post-sex daze to glimpse the more that was written in those eyes of his. You weren’t always sure of it, battling with the perceptions of his reputation and your own insecurities, but the softness of how he looked at you was there, as sweet as the way he kissed you when he lowered your legs to lean down. Gojo stole as many kisses as he pleased, each one slow and savoring, lasting until he saw fit to nuzzle his face against your neck with a mimicked purr that had you hugging him with legs and arms alike. You petted the cat ears off his head, grazing your nails through snowy white locks to make him repeat the noise a second time. When it had you giggling, a sound he claimed numerous times to be his favorite, Gojo lifted his head to grin at you and he looked pleased with himself, victorious in a way that would’ve made you pinch him had you not felt so good just then.

“So, are you gonna keep me?”

“Hmmm..I dunno..”

“Seriously?! I made you cum in less than five minutes! That’s gotta be worthy of a forever home!”

“Yeah, maybe, but as far as pets go, you’re kind of a messy one, Satoru. I mean, just look.”

You gestured towards your chest with a hand, reminding him of the spill of cum he’d gotten all across your bare breasts and stomach, as well as his own now. Gojo looked temporarily pleased and more than a little aroused by the sight of his so recent release painting your body, but he let the delight fade into a mask of determination. He hopped off the bed, tucking himself back into his underwear, and he marched out of your bedroom with a purposeful stride that seemed less serious than he may have meant it to when he whistled along the way. The whiplash of his strange, mercurial moods had your head shaking, though not without affection, and you climbed off the bed to give your still tingling body a good stretch, heading towards your dresser for some pajamas to change into in the near future. Quite possibly after Gojo had fucked your brains out the way you were anticipating that he soon would.

The motions of your feet carrying you across the room stopped at the strange sounds you heard just beyond the open door, straining your ears to listen. Nearby in the bathroom, you could hear Gojo making shushing noises, talking in a low whisper you could catch without being quite able to discern the exact words he was saying. You looked around the room, spying his cellphone nestled atop your table along with his usual clothing. Who was he talking to?

When he returned to you, moistened washrag in hand, you noticed how he seemed to pointedly avoid your gaze while he set to work cleaning his cum from your body. The whistling which had gone with him out the room resumed, a little louder and appearing far more like a distraction than it should have.

“If you’re hiding another prank or something, I am officially going to cockblock you for the rest of the night. I mean it.”

“You’re an awfully suspicious woman.”

“I’m dating the trolliest troll to ever troll. I think I’m well within my right to be suspicious of whatever shenanigans you’ve got up your sleeve. So, come on. No more surprises, Satoru. What was with the whispering in the other room?”

Withholding his answer until he could finally see your brow beginning to pinch, waiting for the reaction of near annoyance he’d been hoping for like the wicked little shit he was, Gojo tossed the washrag into your dirty clothes hamper and strode out of the room again. Left standing there, questions unanswered, you fought not to simply follow him or start rubbing your temples, electing to just wait for whatever was coming next. Knowing Gojo, it could’ve been anything. Ferreting through drawers for something to change into since the possibility of further mischief had cooled your lingering arousal, you tugged on a long t-shirt as soon as you got your hands on one, rooting further to find a fresh pair of panties.

Gojo cleared his throat from the doorway, halting your quest prematurely, and the frustrated look on your face was gone the second you saw what he had held so gently in his large hands.

“Oh.”

“Yep,” he replied, massive smile beaming, happily smug from your shocked reaction. “Not what you were expecting at all, was it?”

He stroked one long finger underneath a tiny chin, the fluffy kitten in his hands purring from the attention and staring at you with the biggest blue eyes you’d ever seen, aside from your boyfriend’s. It looked like Gojo was cradling a living, breathing powder puff and you felt your heart threatening to absolutely burst at the view of such a precious creature just within reach. You wanted to ask him where and when he’d managed to find such a gorgeous cat, but your emotions were threatening to get the better of you, questions hard to manage when you were so happy.

“Satoru.”

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. This was suppose to be a good surprise. I mean, obviously not as good as me being dressed up all sexy, but still good, right?”

Gojo took a step forward and he extended his fuzzy surprise out to you in the clear hope that holding the kitten would make you smile again. You grinning through the tiny spill of tears that made your vision glossy and gingerly brought the tiny fur baby to your chest, trying not to squeal at how readily the kitty leaned into the cheek scritches you gave.

“No, it’s a really good surprise, Satoru. A happy cry kind of surprise, I promise.”

“Oh. Whew. Okay. That’s a relief. I don’t know what I’d have done if you suddenly decided to reject Satoru the Second.”

Purrs rumbled sweetly against your chest, a sound and sensation you’d been hoping to have in your life for months. It comforted you, elated you, and those feelings couldn’t be beaten by anything, not even the absurdity of the name your boyfriend had chosen.

“We’re definitely not naming him that.”

“We have to, though! He looks just like me! It only makes sense to name him after me!”

“Nope. Definitely not. I veto.”

“We could call him ‘Toru for short?”

“What about something cute? Like Pancake?”

“Okay, maybe you’re onto something, but if we’re going with naming him after something sweet, it at least ought to match how he looks. What about Mochi? Or Marshmallow?”

Gojo came closer, rambling off a list of dessert related names he felt might be suited to the ball of pure fluff that seemed completely content in your hands, like he knew he’d found his forever home with the two weird humans that surrounded him. Your boyfriend started petting the kitten’s head, showing his own immediate affection for the pet he’d been planning to gift you all along.

He may have taken a very roundabout way of revealing what he’d done for you, but in truth his methods hadn’t been all that bad. Gojo could be a menace in the best and worst ways. That much was a fact known to anybody who associated with him.

To you, however, he was the sweetest nuisance.

Silly cat boy costumes and all.

#gojo satoru #jjk #jjk x reader #catboy #smut #jjk smut #what is happening #i’m crazy #x reader #fem reader

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inactivewattpadauthor · 1 year ago

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Storm Bros + Shaolin Bros x Reader: Hotsprings

Context: Reader joins Liu and Lao in the hotspring, Storm bros are already there. Reader is just friends with everyone and is extremely comfortable.

Warning: You're naked around four guys... but you're seen as an equal :> ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Raiden was always on duty watching over Earthrealm every second. Although he'll meditate here and there, he always thought just one break is a huge risk.

The many times his brother had to explain what he has is just paranoia...

With enough convincing, Fujin suggested he relax at a soothing hotspring to decompress a bit. It's similar to meditation in a way, so Raiden couldn't decline.

Now, there was Raiden with closed eyes, his white long hair free, sitting in the water trying to get rid of his worries.

The Thunder God opened one eye as he heard someone stepping in the water with him. It was just Fujin, smiling at him.

"I'm glad you decide to do it, brother." He claims as he immediately relaxes at least 5 feet apart. Clearly, Fujin was experienced at not being stressed.

"Hm." Raiden mumbles before going back to his calm state.

The sound of boisterous laughing and cheering approached where they were. Raiden opened his eyes, annoyed at the second interruption, but Fujin held his carefree smile.

Raiden turned around as the voices got louder to see three familiar people jumping into the hotspring.

He sees Liu first, then Lao, and...

His glowing white eyes widened and he carried a very shock expression as the third person tosses aside the towel covering her up her body, before she lands into the water.

The three stood above the surface of the water, still laughing. "Greetings, Lord Raiden, Lord Fujin! Apologies for the... entrance." Liu nervously chuckled out.

Ohh, it wasn't the rambunctious way the three entered the bath. Raiden was mainly focused on what you were doing here... at the men hotspring when the women's wasn't too far.

And he wasn't going to ignore the elephant in the room like all the three other men were doing.

"By the Elder Gods! Y/n! What are you doing here?!" Raiden yelled with concern in his usual strict tone.

You were still goofing off with the boys, having Lao in a headlock before looking at Raiden.

"I don't want to be by myself at the other hotspring. I want to be with you guys!" You said with no regrets.

"Have you no shame? I- F-Fujin! Care to help?" Raiden turns to the wind god, hoping he could back him up. Which not surprisingly, he doesn't.

"She doesn't want to be alone while we're all here having a good time, Raiden. There's no harm in letting her stay." Fujin explains, amusingly watching you playfully choke Lao out, Liu pretending he was going to help him.

Raiden sighed and sat back, looking nowhere near you.

Attempting to ease the tension, you let go of the egotistical monk and decide to splash water at Raiden.

He looks at you with irritation before you do it again...

Before you went for a third, the demigod splashed at you back with twice the amount of force, making you lose your own battle.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" You wiped your face off and disengage with the thunder god, before looking at Fujin with a devious smirk.

"Oh, don't you dar-"

As Raiden watches you be a little troll, he felt amused. Something rare that happens. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I always imagine the reader goofing off with Liu and Lao and just having the most silliest, wholesome trio...

^Just a small headcanon.

(I fr struggled with the title the most.)

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat #mk imagine #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #fujin #fujin x reader #lord fujin #raiden x reader #lord raiden #raiden #liu kang #liu kang x reader #kung lao #kung lao x reader #sigh #goddesswritings

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reiiaokii · 12 days ago

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love in transit

ghosted by ivy leagues pt 1.

╰ y/n l/n ᡣ𐭩 @ tanning4lifeee & @ filipinabaddiee

╰ popular influencer, mainly known for her vlog content on youtube where she literally just rants about everything and anything. also highkey popular on campus, if not the most popular due to her high following on social media. literally knows fucking EVERYONE, despite being an actual idiot. wakes up with a reason everyday and that reason is jolibee. def not academically smart, nor street smart. how the fuck did she get into college? no one knows. a sucker for alcohol, let alone parties. has a dipshit bf that we will elaborate on soon… pulls the most girls yet chooses to remain straight. ( 👀 )

╰ sophia laforteza ᡣ𐭩 @ sophialaforteza & @ profjolibeeater

╰ yn's literal twin, also initiater… loves pissing off yunjin despite also loving her to death. bonds with yn over jolibee and the fact that their both filipino. in like half of yns vlogs since there always together. matchmaker in the body of a 19-turning twenty year old filipina, along with manon, only difference is her being more devious with her strategies. no like literally… has been caught lacking mid-lecture just zoning out into the back of someone's while thinking of her next plan to set yunjin up, MULTIPLE times. even got put on the uof gossip page by an anon just for that specific reason. genuinely, lowkey smart despite skipping majority of her classes but yk, we love that. a massive theater kid, was always the lead role in any of her highschool plays which is why she minors in drama.

╰ kim minji ᡣ𐭩 @ kim.minji & @ .kiminchii

╰ yn's biggest hater and fan at the same time. HELLA smart which is why she majors in computer science and minors in a shit ton of other stuff. literally top of her class and spams the shit out of it buy using it to snap back at her friends or to simply just brag. a genuine sweetheart, has the most rizz out of everyone and still decides to stay single. ( OUR HUMBLE QUEEN. ) has dated like half of the campus back in highschool tho which is kinda messy but like, who cares yk? might be academically smart, but in no way is she street smart. has no survival instincts whatsoever which is also why she stays humbled. ( maybe due to yns teasing/bullying as well… )

╰ aeri uchinaga ᡣ𐭩 @ aerichandesu & @ .xogisellexo

╰ yn's locker buddy, always lost along with yn whenever it comes to anything academic related. minji tutors her for free drinks and extra compensation at any frat parties. stays up throughout the night, EVERYDAY, just to snooze during class. has a soft spot for yn that's genuinely so adorable to watch from another point of view, but when it comes to anyone else she's usually just a big troll and a tease. speaking of her being a troll, LOVES, trolling her teachers, not to be annoying but just for the sake of trolling. on the verge of dropping out but stays for the sake of her friends, AND the frat parties. hates yn's boyfriend to guts, but keeps that to herself. ( most of the time. ) quite literally aspires to be one of the 'cool, rich aunties' for her friends future children which is also what motivates her to stay in uni.

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NOTES | BYE I JS REALISED I HAVE TO DO FOUR POSTS JUST FOR THE PROFILES ALONE OMG 💔💔 bear with me guys bear with me now also i couldnt bother revising or editing and most likely will not for the profiles so u get what u get 🥰 i already have the first chapter in my drafts and not even the fkin profiles omd imma lock in guys trust 🤞

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simplydannie · 7 months ago

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Previous: The Escape || The Escape: Waiting Game

Inspired by @meadow-hearthfire ask:

["The Escape"] I bet Veneer played fetch with Rhonda at some point during the passing months between him leaving Mount Rageous and Velvet leaving.

Veneer finds himself in Bergen town after his escape with Floyd from Mount Rageous. What’s holding him back from moving on? His sister. But an unknown little friendship helps him take the next steps.

Veneer sat outside a bench of what was Bergentown. It was simple, nothing much especially for it being the home of the king of the Bergens. They really were simple creatures, nothing like the rustling and bustling chaotic lives of Rageons.

It had been a couple weeks since his arrival, since he awoke from his mini coma…. And there was still no sign of his sister. He tried to push that at the back of his mind, as far back as he could. She had made her choice and he made his…they both had to live with it. Yet, he still felt sad, burdened, guilty. He felt like he abandoned his sister…

“Aarr rrooo.”

He jumped at the sound. Veneer looked around but didn’t see anything. “Weird…” he told himself.

“Aarr rrooo.”

“What in the world!” He looked around again. Veneer peeked underneath the bench, that’s when he saw bulging yellow eyes blinking at him curiously. A white little creature came walking out.

“Umm, okay.” Veneer looked at it in confusion. It looked like an animal, but then it looked like a bus. But buses weren’t alive? At least not where he was from…

“That’s an Armadillo Bus.” He turned to find Branch looking at him from on top of a post. “Her name is Rhonda. She belongs to John Dory.”

“She?” He looked under her legs. Veneer got a little too close for comfort, she growled and snapped. “AH! I’M SORRY!” He jumped back and hid behind the bench.

Branch laughed from on top of the post and made his way down next to Rhonda, “Do you not know anything about animals?”

“Well, yes, I do….from books I’ve read.”

“Haven’t you had any pets?”

“Oh! A goldfish named Sparkles!”

“Have you ever been to a zoo?”

“Define zoo.”

“Seriously?” Branch arched an eyebrow. Did he not know about wildlife? There had to be wildlife somewhere in Rageous.

Veneer began to grow nervous for some reason, he began to ramble, “Rageous is purely, well, mostly artificial: Mount and Under…So not a lot of wildlife. Except for the Rageous Woods, but no one goes in there…well only the crazy people of Under Rageous. It’s scary. Me and Vels went in there once, we almost died…”

“Veneer. VENEER! Calm down man.” Branch said.

“S-sorry.” He looked at Rhonda who had calmed down next to Branch. She was scratching her head, tongue sticking out panting. Veneer attempted to reach over and pet her. That’s when Rhonda scowled again, baring her teeth she snapped at Veneer. He yelped and withdrew.

“It takes time dude. She’ll warm up to you in no time.”

Sometimes he’d prefer the company of the Trolls, but mostly, Veneer liked spending his time alone the passing days… He didn’t feel like speaking much to anyone…except maybe his sister, but she was nowhere near. He hadn’t eaten the following day, Floyd forced him to go get a burger at the local fast food place the Bergens had. Veneer didn’t really feel like eating, but to make Floyd feel better, he obeyed.

“Want to have a bite together?” The little Troll had asked.

“No…I think I’ll have this alone…for now.”

Floyd nodded, but he worried that Veneer was spending too much time alone…He worried that certain thoughts would enter his mind. The little Troll was about to trail along until he saw devious little Rhonda trailing after the tall Rageon. Interesting, he thought. Rhonda really wasn’t one for strangers…at least JD had said…

Veneer sat under the old Troll tree. Clay had told him about its dark history, and the history with Bergens. He knew Bergens ate Trolls, the ones in Under Rageous hadn’t gotten the memo…and they were terrifying. It was interesting to see how the Trolls and Bergens got along here…like nothing had ever happened. Could that be a future they could also share with Rageons?

“Arr Roo.”

He heard the familiar little cry. Veneer turned to see Rhonda peeking from the corner, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Veneer looked at her with a mouthful of burger. Rhonda inched closer sniffing the air, that’s when he figured what she wanted.

“You want some of my burger don’t you? Can you even eat this stuff?” Curiously, Veneer tosses a piece of his burger towards the little creature. She sniffs it….then quickly gobbles it up, “Oh shoot, you can.” He tosses her another piece. Every little piece thrown she eats right up. Veneer laughs then starts tossing her some of his fries; it begins to turn into a game of catch. He’d toss the food farther and farther and she’d run and go get it. The cycle continued until he was all out of food.

“Well, that’s it…I didn’t even get a few bites in. You actually ate it all!” He exclaimed. Rhonda sniffed the air. She sniffed the ground and got closer and closer to Veneer that he became afraid to move. Veneer stood still as the small armadillo bus sniffed around him….suddenly, she spun circles and lay near his leg. What just happened? He slowly placed his hand on top of her little body…She didn’t snap, she didn’t growl, she just lay there with her eyes closed, her breathing steadied as she lulled into a slumber. The little creature actually allowed for Veneer to touch her and pet her…Branch was right, she began to warm up to him after all.

Day after day Veneer began looking for Rhonda. He’d ask John Dory where she was at and if he could play with her. He made it their thing where he would buy a burger and share with her. Veneer had only ever had a goldfish as a pet, he was able to teach it a few tricks, though no one believed him. Eventually, he began trying to teach Rhonda some tricks too.

“Okay, sit.” He said. She stared at him wide eyed, scratching her ears. “No, sit. Like this.” He mimicked what he had wanted her to do…She still stared at him with her tongue out, blinking oblivious. “Okay, this is definitely going to take some time to do…”

More days went on as Floyd began to see a shift in the young Rageons nature. Before he would sulk in thinking about his sister. Though he still did, Veneer became distracted and occupied playing with Rhonda. The little Troll would smile as he’d see the two bond: poor Veneer would try his best to teach her tricks while she only stared at him cluelessly, one day he saw them play fetch. Seeing Veneer like this once again was relieving to Floyd, but he still couldn’t help but think back to Velvet. How were they to go back and get her out? Would she even come with them if they did? The Mistress had a strong hold on her. Floyd was trying to figure out a way they could go back and retrieve her for good, because if they couldn’t, Veneer would only be more heartbroken than he already was.

That night Veneer lay alone on his bed staring at the ceiling. He had hoped he could bring Rhonda to sleep over, but JD needed her for an errand he had to run. Spending time with the little creature made him think of what else lies outside the Bergen walls, what else lay outside the glistening lights of Rageous. The world was big, there was so much, much…LIFE! Veneer had always been curious about the outside world. He remembered his sister was also curious at one point. They were so close to tasting freedom a couple of times too during their ventures into the Rageous Woods, but then they couldn’t escape…because they were being watched. They always were, but now they weren’t, at least Veneer wasn’t. Maybe he could go venture the world now and eventually find his way back to his sister. Maybe this is what he needed to grow…

The next morning, Branch was making himself a cup of coffee in his bunker he now shared with his brothers.

“Morning guys.” He declared as he brewed.

“Oooooh! That smells good!” Clay stretched.

“Thank you, thank you. It’s of my own making.” Branch gave him a smirk. He began to serve a cup to each of his brothers…that’s when the ground beneath them trembled.

“Whoa, whoa!” Floyd called out as he steadied himself. Within moments it stopped… ”What was that?”

Knocking was heard at the bunker door, “Branch! Branch! Branch! You have a visitor!” Poppy’s voice called out.

“A visitor?”

The brothers walked out to quite the sight…There standing amongst their village was Veneer, a giant amongst them all. All the Trolls marveled at the sight of him. He came to discover that to the Trolls, Rageons were known as the Giants…They were far taller than most Bergens after all. Veneer saw Branch emerge from the doorway of the bunker.

“Hey Branch!” He chimed.

“Arrrr roo!!” Rhonda came speeding in at the sound of his voice. She nuzzled close to him, begging for affection.

“Hey girl!” Veneer patted her and rubbed her stomach. Rhonda cooed and purred.

“Hey…that’s my armadillo bus.” JD said with a pout on his face, a tinge of jealousy crossing his tone.

“Looks like you have competition.” Clay teased.

Pop Trolls popped out their homes to marvel at the giant that walked into town. Young Trolls climbed around his feet. They could see he was afraid to move even an inch, afraid he’d accidentally step on someone…he had already almost squashed John Dory at one point.

“Why did you come all the way over here?” Branch asked.

“You’re a survivalist aren’t you?”

“I don’t like to brag…but yes…yes I am.” Branch crossed his arms with a smug look on his face.

“Good. I want you to show me how to do it!”

Branch shook his head in confusion, “Wait, say what?”

“I want to explore this world Branch. Learn some new things. Eventually, go back and find my sister. And i think you’d be the perfect person to show me!” Veneer shook in excitement.

“Whoa hang on! I TOO spent some time in the wilderness thank you very much!” John Dory added, “So I would find myself much more experienced than my little brother here.” Branch rolled his eyes.

“OH! Okay! If you come that means Rhonda can come too!”Veneer exclaimed happily as he snuggled the little creature.

Branch withheld a laugh as John Dory’s face took a more serious tone, “Sure. Get excited for the armadillo bus…Not the year’s worth of experience I have.” He glared at Rhonda, “….Traitor…”

“Okay Veneer….Looks like you TWO mentors here who want to teach you what we know. Question is, when do we start?”

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issa-pheonyx · 1 year ago

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Yandere-sub!Dante X GN!Reader🔪🌶️ [DMC3]

𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗳𝘆 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂~😈🌚

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-I'm sure you already where this is going. Come on, this is Dante. Son of Sparda and human mother, Eva. Twin brother, Vergil. He's got it all and as much he doesn't want to be reminded by his father from the power he holds...you seem to reflect the human side of his to live life even if it means being a pain in the ass to you LMAO

-Anyways, it is never boring with him nor his affections. He's got that arm around your shoulder walking with you on whatever troll or shit talking he's got going with, the spaces between you is inches away, holding you close when danger is too close to you, shooting all the demons away from you when you are injured (more like a scratch on the shoulder, but whatever feeds your delulu, Dante), and so on

-As much as you want to hate this guy it is impossible, because he is naturally funny that you can't help, but smile or burst out laughing. He is aware of it, obviously, and there are times he is also smiling and laughing with you. He would have to hold onto your arm as he is almost on the floor dying laughing or hugging you down and you're both crying from laughing on the floor. He is such a comedian

-Sure, when you try to comfort him he just brushes it off being the tough guy and funny jokes, but you were the only one to push him out of that barrier making him obsessed trust you and fall for you so quickly. He never had that kind of treatment from anybody besides his mother, but now that she is gone, he sees you as a sign of hope for not only to heal...but, to let him know that the part of him is still human just like you

-He is protective of you since you are a full blooded human. He does not want you to be injured regardless how minor or major it is. He wants you spotless from any pain. At first it was cute, but it got out of hand when he was so pushy about it that you can barely do any patrol killing demons intruding human spaces

WARNING!!! Spicy after this thread [MDNI🔞]

-Listen...actually hear me out, okay? This man does not feel pain. He has taken hits from humans by their punches, kicks-everything (yeah no shit, Sherlock). JUST LISTEN-pain is nothing to him. Fucking slap him in the face when you ride him, pull his hair back when you're breaking his back, spank him and he will give you a fucking devious smile telling you that was nothing just to piss you off

-Seeing you pissed off gets him so turned on, because he turns into a brat and challenge you that you can't do shit to him...cut to him tied up and having ass red and hot from the spanking, gagged that his drool soaks on the rag, his legs malfunctioning from climaxing so much. So, when he is purposely trying to piss you off...just beware of it

-Now he wouldn't make you jealous as he does have his way of trolling such flirty encounters aka Nevan for example, however he is the one who would be jealous. Plus, it is much more worse when he finds out his brother takes a liking of you (that's for another day though~). So, what he would do is have this demon death grip on you and would nuzzle against your skin-wherever it is exposed to let other demons of all kinds that his scent is now latched onto you and they should back off. Your scent on him? Well...he has special souvenirs kept back in the shop safely

-He is willing to breed you or you breed him. He would be more than happy to receive both. Will fucking be on cloud nine that after breeding you or being bred by you that you hover his face for him to clean or you get down to business to clean him up. His arms will be locked on those legs, so don't worry about suffocating him he can obviously handle it. He will grind his ass back into your face to push your tongue in deeper in his hole

-Sucking you off or eating you out is his favorite thing. He wants to gag and choke on your cock that it becomes so sloppy that you just grab his fucking head and face fuck him until you cum your hot nut inside his throat or pull out to cum on his face and the leftovers on his tongue dripping out. Grip on his hair and roll your hips as he is eating your pussy having his long tongue licking the folds, slipping the tongue inside, his nose swiping on your clit like a credit card (SORRY I CAN'T-), and when you squirt your juices that he moves away a little with his tongue out to have it splash on his face and have some land inside his mouth

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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kandisheek · 2 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 46 – IDENTITY PORN

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: Mizzy

It's no secret that Mizzy is a fantastic author with a whole bunch of amazing fics under their belt, but I especially want to highlight some of their identity porn fics, because I love them to bits. They're fluffy and funny and slightly angsty at times, and no matter what flavor any given fic has, I enjoy them all the same.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

I Saw Cap Kissing Santa Claus

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 7,222 Tags: Christmas Fluff, Secret Santa, Getting Together

Summary: When Tony dressed as Santa for Queen County Hospital's annual toy drive, he wasn't expecting Steve to recognize him...as Iron Man.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, these two cuties! I love the whole premise of this fic, and the secret Santa subplot is super fun. Plus, the final identity reveal is perfect in how casual it is and yet rocks Tony's whole world. Definitely check this one out, it's wonderful!

inside man

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 1,085 Tags: First Dates, Comedy, Fluff and Crack

Summary: Steve realizes that Iron Man is a great source of inside-knowledge for his first date with Tony Stark!

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, Steve, you poor, oblivious fool. I really feel for Tony here, though to be fair, he's in a hell of his own making. This fic is hilarious, and I really hope you check it out for yourself!

hypothetically...

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 9,750 Tags: Crack, Dick Jokes, Fluff and Humor

Summary: Steve accidentally finds out that Tony Stark is Iron Man. He methodically and hypothetically works through what to do about it.

Reasons why I love it: Steve is such a troll, oh my god, I love him. Seeing him apply his strategist mind to something as devious as teasing Tony with his secret identity is so much fun, and I love the way Tony finds out what Steve's been doing in the end. It's fantastic, and I really hope you give it a shot for yourself!

through a passive landscape

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 10,446 Tags: Graphic Injury, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The New York Times once described parking structures as "the grim afterthought of American design" and Steve couldn’t say he disagreed. The building they were searching was pretty damn ugly. But something uglier was about to happen inside.

Reasons why I love it: Steve and Tony in mortal peril, relying on each other to survive and getting out their last deathbed confessions? Yes please! The dialogue in this is so well-written, it stayed with me long after I finished the fic. And I love the identity reveal, it's just fantastic. I love this one, and I bet you will too, so go and check it out if you haven't read it already!

Five Ways Tony Might Have Had His Identity As Iron Man Revealed (and the One Time It Was)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,898 Tags: Pre-Slash, Identity Reveal, Crack

Summary: (see title)

Reasons why I love it: If you, for some reason, need a good laugh today, definitely check out this fic. The oblivious Avengers are hilarious, and Tony's increasingly transparent attempts to keep his secret under wraps even more so. I love this fic, and I hope you go and check it out for yourself!

#marvel #fanfic #a year in fanfic recs #fic rec #fanfic rec #stony #ficrec #steve tony

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chirpycloudyrobin · 5 months ago

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"Saving one person is child's play. Saving the world is as hard as reaching the Heavens."

Do I press forward? Or run away?

"... back when he made the decision, he fully understood the situations that he had to face."

...although he thought that his heart was like a stone, in the end, he was still human, not some emotionless grass or plant.

In which I make connections between MDZS' Wei Wuxian and Honkai Star Rail's Jiaoqiu solely because both are pretty much my blorbos. I'll start off with the easiest connections and I will inevitably end up making the longest of reaches so come along for the ride ! :D

Contains spoilers ahead for both Mo Dao Zu Shi and Honkai Star Rail ~ Be warned :3

The quickest and easiest connections are the most surface-level ones. Both characters are attributed with the colour red (or shades/variants of), foxes, and spice.

Jiaoqiu is a Foxian, an in-game humanoid species with vulpine (fox-like) features, Wei Wuxian has been connected with foxes by the fanbase (see: popular fox!Xian and dragon!Ji type fanfics)

Both characters favour spicy dishes, so spicy that no other person could withstand their spice tolerance. For Wei Wuxian, canonically it's because he grew up eating spicy dishes. For Jiaoqiu, trauma numbed his sense of taste and only the spiciest dishes could make him feel alive for the first time (see: Jiaoqiu Character Story III)

Jiaoqiu's in-game abilities' aesthetic is also based heavily around the Yuanyang Hotpot, where the hotpot resembles the yinyang symbol and one of the broths involved is a spicy broth.

Their character designs feature the colour red as a significant colour. (Jiaoqiu's in-game abilities, top, fan, and phone case; Wei Wuxian's hair ribbons and clothing accents [and his powers in the donghua])

Yes, I do completely admit that my brain went "omg jiaoqiu = wwx" when I saw that Jiaoqiu was a fox connected to red and spices. What can you do?

For a while, the connection stayed that way: Surface-level and with a bit of reach. But now Jiaoqiu has been released, we can see his Character Stories, and we've seen him in action in-game !

Our Foxes and their Wish to Help

The biggest and most important shared character trait they have is their dedication to helping/saving other people. Some people call this a "saviour or hero complex" in regards to Wei Wuxian, but that's just not what it is. I'll explain.

This lifelong dedication is not something you can immediately see at first glance. Both Wei Wuxian and Jiaoqiu look and feel like the archetypal trickster character with their pleasant smiles, natural charisma, and that vague sense of 'hey maybe this guy may have something planned but we don't know what'. Wei Wuxian is definitely seen by others as a lax troublemaker, while Jiaoqiu has been described in his introductory blurb as "greeting people with a smile on his face and a scheme in his heart".

They're both devious little trolls ! In the Primaveral Swordsage Event, Jiaoqiu literally slipped laxatives to IPC workers so March 7th can win and if that isn't the most Wei Wuxian thing ever then I don't know what is.

But as you go through their stories, you realise that beneath all that is a soul who just really wants to help people. Jiaoqiu walked a different path from his Alchemy Commission family to become a combat medic because "it is ultimately not compatible with my wish to practice medicine for the masses" (Character Story I). Wei Wuxian risked his already shaky position in the gentry to save the Wen Remnants who have been condemned by the rest of their society.

Both are also well-acquainted with the phrase "no good deed goes unpunished".

Jiaoqiu watched so many of his patients walk directly back to their death after saving them that he literally had to quit practicing medicine. Each death whittled away at his heart piece by piece until he was left questioning his purpose as a healer.

Wei Wuxian stuck with his decision to help the Wens until the very end. He died reviled by the Cultivation World and people still curse his name over a decade after his death. The very people he risked it all for are also gone, save for two.

The tragedy of their lives are intrinsically connected with their entirely selfless desire to help others, especially since they both have the skills to do so and, in Wei Wuxian's case, because no one else wanted to do so.

The difference between the two of them is how they coped after their respective tragedies. Jiaoqiu ended up pretty jaded by the war he went through and quit practicing medicine. In his words, "Those I saved only ended up as another dead soul when they dived head-in back into the battlefield." His retirement doesn't last long though. He was then approached to become his General's healer and he accepted. Despite it all, he still wants to help. His heart is terribly broken, but even it couldn't squash his innate wish to help and heal.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian is introduced and he immediately jumps into saving a couple of strangers. A couple of teens, because he had the assets to do so and because no one else was around who could. And he continues to help even after the contract that brought him back was fulfilled because he can and he wanted to. He went out of his way to help those who he thought hated and condemned him because that's just who he is.

They don't go around helping people because they want to be the hero. They aren't looking for any kind of glory or prize for all their efforts. They just happen to be people who want to contribute to the betterment of the world. They both feel that they do this best by helping where they can. They're not reckless or neglectful of themselves. Jiaoqiu left when it became too much for him, Wei Wuxian exhausts all possible avenues first before he goes for the last resort. Their perceived mistakes and losses weigh down on them by the time the audience meets them.

This dedication is their biggest asset and at some point became their worst detriment. Wei Wuxian's story is finished and we know it ends in a hopeful note despite all the losses and heartbreaking revelations. Jiaoqiu's story is still ongoing and I can only hope that my boy gets the happy ending he deserves :(

Smaller Connections

Jiaoqiu and Wei Wuxian have a few more traits they share !

They're both good with kids ! Wei Wuxian is pretty fond of the juniors and they are very fond of him right back. Jiaoqiu's interactions with the younger characters are soft and cute, and they fuss over him as much as he fusses over them !

They're both inventive lil dudes ! Wei Wuxian's inventions have improved the quality of night hunts by the time he is summoned into Mo Xuanyu's body. Jiaoqiu has been mentioned to continuously improve upon his family's medicinal formula while in the midst of war and his medicines have been described to be "unusual but profoundly effective". His Character Story I has an old man say "Others can hardly even invent a few decent medicines in their lifetimes, yet a single day is all you need to achieve that and more." in regards to his medicines

They both don't like plain foods because they're "boring". Though Jiaoqiu's may just be a side effect of his diminished sense of taste from trauma.

BONUS: They both have a quieter companion who are perceived by others as "cold and distant" and are known to be particularly clean and tidy.

So, that's it ! :D This is literally me peddling my WWX-IS-JIAOQIU-AND-VICE-VERSA agenda for funsies ~

#mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #wei wuxian #wei ying #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr jiaoqiu #jiaoqiu #mine : cloud rambles

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Popular. | N.JM | PART 5

— Prologue: “Enjoying the view, Beautiful?”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular — The Series Masterlist.

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“Delete that photo of me right now, Chenle.” Ningning spat across the room where the three of them were lounging in one of the most expensive rooms ever. The Zhong household, more like a mansion-hold, was large spacious and everything in it probably costs so much more than the earth itself. It was ridiculous, how rich Chenle and his family are. At this point it wasn’t a silver spoon he was born with. It was a golden spoon.

The three of them were meeting up later at night considering the fact that their dear friend Ningning was still not over the fact that someone posted the hideously private baby photos of her when she was younger which will make everyone talk about her in the negative spotlight which is something that should’ve never happened, someone here was clearly targeting here.

In the luxurious lounge room, Ningning and Chenle scrolling through every blog on their school website made up of every student in it, they delete and report every repost of Ningning. Anything to do with what happened this morning, they will report and block it. Chenle was stuck doing that because his best friend was rather dramatic about this and he knows how Ningning’s mental breakdowns can be like. It’s not fun at all.

However their friend Jaemin was busy spam texting you all the time. The moment between the both of you never broke and he wasn’t even helping his friend. He just thinks some guy was messing with Ningning and trolling her. Jaemin doesn’t actually think it’s a big deal.

Neither does Chenle but of course Ningning feels embarrassed because it is her that was targeted. And her one insecurity was looking back at old photos of herself. Heck, whoever posted this to Ningning hit her old wounds deep and opened them up again so they can bleed once more.

The girl looking over when their friend was rather silent right now. Ningning appears on the left by Jaemin’s shoulder seeing who he was texting all this time. Who could be so much more important than her?

But the minute the eye saw the name contact, Ningning’s eyes widen. She looks at Jaemin with a frown. “Why are you texting Y/n? You’re meant to be comforting me right now. Don’t you care that your friend has a crazy psycho who stole information about her?”

“Hm?” A sound comes out of his mouth, slowly he looks up because he weren’t even listening right now to Ningning’s words. He smiles. “What we’re you saying? Can you repeat that?”

She glared at him. “Forget it. Go text your dumb girlfriend.” Ningning scowls rolling her eyes at him. Jaemin saw the girl walk away and he opens his mouth when he saw Ningning scowl at him. “Y/n isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my wife.” He retorts delusionaly.

The phone in his hand slips back into the front jean pockets, the body adjusts on the beige cream couch colour with leather fabric shining on every light reflection. The clothes he wore was a loose red hoodie that he loves so much, a white short sleeve shirt with the chain he wears almost everyday. The jeans were loose and baggy almost street style wear. Hair neatly parting right above the eyebrows bone. Jaemin slips the phone in the jean pockets with a devious smirk and the raised up eyebrows always upbeat with the flirtatious smile and expression the boy wears like the day depends on it.

The room fell in to silence until they saw Jaemin stand up and walk across the large open windows looking over the view to the city. The buildings ahead were shining bright light across. They can see the entire Seoul out of the building right now.

“I don’t think you realise this but you’re so different. You changed Jaemin.” His friend said with arms crossed on her chest.

Jaemin turns to her with a little smirk that was so unserious unlike Ningning’s firm and stern expression with the same tone matching the face. “I changed? I feel the same though.” He responds with a meek laugh as he sat down next to Chenle. The boys share a small arm wrap around while their legs spread forward to get comfortable sitting down once again.

The girl can’t believe her two friends right now. One was quiet and the other wasn’t taking this as seriously to see you like a threat. You clearly are a problem between the three of their friendship and their reputation!

You need to be exterminated some way or the other before you get rid of them all together. Ningning has always seen you as trouble but, these two don’t see you as a threat at all. They have fell for your innocent disguise.

“Do not patronise me, Jaemin.” Ningning spat. “You know Y/n isn’t innocent like you think she is. There is something wrong about her. You two are so blind to see it and when you realise I was right you will come crying to.”

The two boys share the same glance at one another they just screams ‘Ningning has lost her mind’ and it seems like they knew their friend would at some point go crazy and mental breakdown everywhere but they never expected it to be over someone as kind as you. Chenle and Jaemin find no fault in you. Unlike Ningning who was against you since day one. They break away to face their friend again.

With a deadpan expression Chenle sang in a voice that makes Ningning slightly annoyed again but it makes her give up on trying to change their foolish minds. “I think you’re just jealous because Y/n is getting popularity in school real fast.”

He jokingly adds. “And I think you’re trying to blame Y/n for what happened to you. Look here you had stalkers before. I bet it’s just another stalker situation.” Chenle said now making a good point but then again Ningning feels like this situation felt different than from the previous stalkers she encounters with.

Jaemin shifts aside from Chenle now and pulls Ningning to sit next to them and he wraps an arm around the girl shoulder.

She sighs when her friend now pulls her closer as he spoke to her in a teasing voice that is trying to lighten up her mood. “Come on. Don’t blame Y/n and give her a chance? Maybe, she can join our group?” Jaemin trails.

Ningning glared at him when he mentions in letting you join their group. They were meant to be a trio. You’re ruining them slowly one by one, especially their friendship.

“You can’t be serious?” Ningning grumbles with her soft face going into a jealous gaze changing when Jaemin saw her face twist.

She stands up now walking away from them. Pacing around the room back and forth with the high heels clicking on top of the marble flooring reflecting her shadow. “You lost your goddamn mind, Na Jaemin. What did she do to you?” Ningning’s hands make large movements in the air as she held her head feeling dizzy just by seeing how their friend has become a different person. What was this? Jaemin was never this invested in a girl before. Sure Jaemin was always with a woman one way or another but none of them last. He doesn’t keep them around for long. Ningning by now would’ve thought he’d dispose of you already.

But no, you’re still here. Like a giant but she cannot get rid off out of her life. You’re ruining them and it’s damaging their friendship. Ningning feels her blood pressuring rising because of how angry she can get when it comes to you and Jaemin. You changed him! Completely! It’s driving Ningning insane over here.

“We are meant to be a trio. If you add her in. I’m leaving.” Ningning threatens now.

Jaemin wasn’t impressed. Not even mildly impressed when he heard the beautiful girl’s outburst right now so he looks away sighing. The group was facing a crisis. They never heard her threaten to break up with them before so this was definitely a serious threat she had made.

“You’re being dramatic.” Jaemin throws at Ningning. “But fine, forget I said anything. Can you at least calm down?”

He swore Ningning had always been dramatic but tonight he wasn’t having any of it. Jaemin’s tolerance to Ningning was growing lesser by the day. She looks at them both before she looks away holding a deep exhale.

The one to diffuse the tension between Jaemin and Ningning was Chenle when he suddenly stood up grabbing the car keys. “Come on guys let’s go on a drive and go spontaneously drinking?” He wraps both hands around his friends who glare at one another clearly not happy with the conversation. They had no choice but to agree with Chenle.

“Fine but you’re paying.” Jaemin trails with a cheeky grin as he walks with Chenle and Ningning now. They make their way down the stairs to go down another stairs to the underground garage. Chenle was so filthy rich it sometimes felt like a fairytale to Jaemin to see, how rich do you have to be to have an underground garage with different cars and flooring? So rich apparently.

They make their way in the garage and seeing the multiverse of cars lining in each parking space makes them wow. Ningning took an eye off the pink motorcycle. The two wonder apart for a while until they saw their friend Chenle drop the keys along with his own headspace when the sight of the car clicking with lights out, was smashed to pieces? What the heck? Jaemin and Ningning wonder what happened in the front so they both tag along with.

“Who the fuck… who the fuck vandalised my car?” Chenle said in gasps as he wonders who would be able to get in this place?

Ningning gasps back when the sight of the car with broken windows, dents and broken glass on the floor spread. One headlight completely twisted out of the sockets. The bonnet of the car drenched with more dents and scratches. It makes Chenle feel so light headed and angry. The amount of money that car cost and the worst part? It’s a brand new, brand new freaking car that was damaged.

“Holy shit…” Ningning spoke back quietly, under her breath it feels like a deep snowfall because of how shocking the situation was.

The boy next to them looks around the place seeing broken window in the underground garage and he turns to the broken car. It looks like someone entered and broke in with force, with whatever they had in their hand they used the same weapon to damage the car but seriously? Why? Who would do this to him? Chenle swore he has no enemies. At least that’s what he believes.

Jaemin frowns. Two of his friends were targeted tonight it feels now like something was right. It’s starting to look a little bit more suspicious.

Chenle walks around the car and he feels like throwing punches in the air, the amount of times he yells out finding something new to complain about was a record. “Ah! Seriously this guy whoever he is i’ll have him arrested. This is vandalism and breaking entering!” He shouts punching the nearest air.

“Whoa whoa whoa calm down Chenle. We’ll find whoever did this to your property.” His friend said with a firm tone and Chenle couldn’t stay calm no matter what to be honest. No one has ever touched and damaged his property knowing how damn expensive it would be. Chenle’s one power was attacked head on.

His money suddenly felt like a twisted game of poker but he feels blind. Too blind to see who could ever do something like this to his freaking car.

Chenle glares at him. “Calm? You want me to stay calm when my freaking car looks like a bunch of junk scrap? Do you know how much that car cost me?!” The boy feels his heart race and the redness heat up his face even more as he breathes fumes.

Jaemin looks at him and he takes a step back, looking at the broken car. There was something wrong with this…

You definitely pulled some sleeves on this piece. And they have no idea it’s you.

The wind brushes past your arms out in the open as you’re wearing a white small tank top cami while watching the people play sports up ahead. You are sitting out on the football game the gym class decided to all collectively play in today’s lesson. You feel rather comfortable sitting and watching everyone do something. Meanwhile everyone was running around.

You feel a sudden cold rush bring to your temple. Your attention moved to the arm stretching out and it was Jaemin who took a seat next to you. Shirtless. You look away with a frown. Why did he decide to bother you today? He wasn’t even meant to be on this side of the long grass in the field pitch, because his gym class was on the opposite end. You move down the bench away from him. Jaemin laughs a little finding this amusing how fast you moved away from him.

Your eyes were glued on his bare chest however. You never thought you’d see Jaemin’s shirtless body ever coming in your life, but here you are, staring at them trying not to be so freaking obvious.

“Enjoying the view, Beautiful?” Jaemin said amused, watching your eyes check him up and down.

At this point you try to focus on getting your revenge onto Jaemin now. You managed to get your sweet revenge on Chenle. Luckily it was an easy break in and you knew it’s bad since you did commit a crime twice now. But can you blame yourself?

They hurt you first. They abused you in every way possible so now you’re only giving them a taste of their own medicine. Their own consequences they have to get over. And they have to suffer just like you did which forced you to be homeschooled.

“Y/n why are you social distancing from me?” He peeks up behind your shoulder and stares down at you what you’re wearing. It looks nice to see your beautifully angled shoulders and the way your ponytail was revealing slight of your nape. It really urges Jaemin to just smoothly place a kiss on it but he fought those urges, biggest conflict of his life he’s ever had to do. You sigh when he sat down next to you again even though you moved.

He puts the cold drink on your lap now. “Drink up. It’s really sunny today.” You think you find those gestures to be sweet but it’s Jaemin giving it to you and it makes you question if he had any ulterior motive all the time when he’s with you.

“Why are you here? Your class was on the far end.” You now ask him as you’re trying to figure out why he is here and not bothering Chenle or Ningning. Why was he trying to bother you first?

Smirking now he leans closer humming in the same flirtatious accent that makes your breath race and pop up from your lips everytime he speaks. It makes your skin crawl with how deep his voice goes lower octaves.

He laughs a bit. “You looked like you missed me.” You want to vomit right now. As if you looked like you even missed a single bit of his presence. Your reaction was the same bland and flat tone. “I was actually happy today until i saw you.”

Jaemin somehow knew you were lying there. He must know you are warming up to him, or at least he wants to believe you are slowly warming up to him.

Then the eyes fell at the cold drink he got for you. You haven’t even touched it once. He looks at your face that’s watching the front with your beautiful chanting eyes.

“Why aren’t you drinking it?” He now asked you. Your voice was replying in a repaying sound that doesn’t even show a bit of emotion. Nonetheless Jaemin was hooked on it like a drug addict. “Because I don’t want it. It’s your drink. You bought it.”

“How am i supposed to spoil you when you won’t accept my gifts?”

Jaemin now said back to you questioning as you are always rejecting his gifts and thoughts of gestures. The acts of service he was giving you all this time was never successful but he can tell you might just be scared to let him get close to you.

It was a feeling he has when he’s around you. You’re not letting him in but Jaemin was determined to get inside your door and one day see you accepting his affections. He’s never been this attentive to any girl before either. You should feel lucky.

You groan. This was stupid he won’t leave you alone unless you try that stupid drink he bought you. You lift your hand around the cold canned drink and slowly open it.

You warn him. “Fine just stop pestering me.”

Jaemin saw you taking a sip of the drink now with a precious proud smile. It makes him happy that you tasted it. Even though your expression wasn’t the happiest. He still felt happy.

Watching somewhere he shouldn’t be; specifically your lips as you drank and tasted the peaches drink. Jaemin’s eyes were watching your bottom lip with a dripping peaches water running down the corner of your lip soon to your chin nearly. He lifts your face to suddenly watch him. He came closer with his face and suddenly your breath stops coming to your lungs. Your heart was a marathon runner racing like a bolting stride. The eyelashes flutter as the handsome boy leans down with a smirk. You hate feeling like this when you shouldn’t. He’s an enemy. He’s your bully. You shouldn’t be having your heart racing for this boy at all.

Pushing the thumb down the corner of your lips to wipe the peach water. He smiles seeing your cheeks slowly heat up. The boy loves seeing the effect he has on you but you always tend to hide it away with your tough personality. You’re even more beautiful close up and it’s a shame that this will be an one time thing when he can see your beautiful eyes this close watching him. Your eyes were so big he could see himself in. “You had some water on your lips.” Jaemin whispers with a smirk.

Your eyebrows flutter back down. “Your mind games don’t work on me.”

Jaemin was stunned but amused. What mind games are you speaking about? “What do you mean by that, pretty girl?”

You pull away clearing your voice. “Are you perhaps scared you might fall in love with me?” Jaemin said now slanting forward as his lips were close to your cheeks and your eyes watch him like a hawk. You don’t want him to move forward more but, why did a part of you also want him to move forward…?

“There’s no such thing.” You said confidently but your eyes said something else. Jaemin saw some truth behind them. He whispers. “What if i fell for you?”

“Very funny.” You sarcastically say. “As if the most popular guy in school would ever fall in love with someone. Everyone knows you are popular and only care for your popularity.”

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