#...i got a little passionate i didn't think i would ramble this much

[thefandomenchantress]

A new Disventure Camp episode came out today!! I figured now would be a good time to list some of my thoughts. Not only on this episode in particular, but also on Hunter's whole situation.

I mostly liked Ashley this episode, which is good since it was her last, but there's this one point in the episode that bothered me a lot, that being how she blows up at Jake and Ally for not getting along...And then just immediately forgives Jake the next scene when he gets sad?

I don't care if they make up, that's not what I'm getting at, but I really wish Jake would've apologized and said something like: "I'm sorry, Ashley, you're always so supportive and I just keep messing things up. I--I should've blown up at Ally like that-" and then have Ashley forgive him. As it is, I got some severe whiplash by how it seemed like Ashley was having a falling out with Jake and Ally, genuinely being mad at them, only for that to just be forgotten a few minutes later. I understand that Ashley is a forgiving person, but it seems too extreme even for her to just forgive him without him doing anything but complain about Tom being close. That's just what I think, though.

I really liked the rest of the episode, besides that small nitpick. I was worried I wouldn't like Gabby as much if she became evil and a legitimate threat, since I liked her more cartoony demeanor. Luckily, my worry was misplaced, because Gabby is just as silly as ever, even if she is trying to be evil. She literally said she was going to make a costume with a cape and mask to be evil in like she's a Scooby-doo villain or something, I love her so much. Then again, Yul did say she was a "Tumblr girl" so maybe it makes sense that I like her haha. While Gabby is a threat now, the writers don't try to make you take her super seriously, which I appreciated. Non-serious villains are always my favorites.

Sadly, I got Ashley's elimination partially spoiled for me (someone replied to a comment I made on the YouTube trailer for the episode, saying something along the lines of, 'yeah she goes home :)' to someone else in the replies who speculated she would. The downside of your comment becoming popular I guess). But I still liked it and genuinely considered that the person might've been lying when the elimination ceremony started. That was a pretty good subversion of expectations, I really thought Aiden was a goner.

I've never been a big fan of Jake, and while I'm not desperate for him to go home...I'm kind of over him, if I'm being honest. I know he's supposed to be flawed and partially unlikeable, but personally I just can't deal with all his bullshit, it stresses me out. I've never been too invested in TomJake, so all that nonsense this season hasn't been too fun for me, I'll be honest. I understand why people like it, but it's just not for me, I suppose. At this point I'm thankful James got out early, so that at least there's no drama between him and Aiden (yet). Most of the relationships this season are going downhill, haha. Except for Ally and Tess (please bring the polycule back I miss it it's one of the only polycule representations I've ever seen in media PLEASE--).

(Now starting the Hunter section. if you don't want to hear my insane ramblings about him, turn back.)

...I don't know when I'm going to make another post about Disventure Camp so I'm gonna vent about Hunter here, too. He was technically mentioned this episode, so it's totally relevant that I talk about him, right? Right.

Hunter was my favorite in season 2. I honestly don't know why, since he's pretty bland all things considered. Usually, I like the zany characters. I think it was him repeatedly failing to befriend Tess that pulled me in, since I can never resist a...Boyfailure? I think that's the internet term for it.

But this season I was just...NOT into his characterization. And as far as I've seen, I'm in the minority with that opinion, since I've seen a lot of people say they like him more now. The main line of reasoning I've seen is, "He was boring in season 2, and I liked him better in All-Stars because they gave him flaws."

And...I don't agree. I'm fine with them 3-dimentionaliszing his character, I agree that he was pretty flat before in terms of characterization. Actually, I'd love if they gave him some flaws! What if they highlight how bad he is at making connections/alliances with anyone other than Ally and Tess? They kind of do this by making Fiore be on his team and showing how his strategy of "win challenges to stay in the game" completely falls apart when he can't win challenges. And I thought that was all fine and good.

The thing I don't like is how they decided one of his main flaws should be being a not-good boyfriend. Which just doesn't feel right to me? His whole thing in season two was offering emotional support to Ally and Tess, and now they spin it so that he isn't paying proper attention to Ally or what she says, not grabbing her Switch, not listening to her when she talks about her games, etc.. I'm fine with Ally and Hunter having relationship troubles, but...I don't know, I guess I'm just a little mad they took his compassion away. He just seems a lot angrier and more mean-spirited this go around. He's not fun to watch. I think I have a good example to prove what I mean.

In the Secret-revealing episode of season 2, one of Ally's secrets is that she yelled at a group of children until they cried because they were using cheats in a game she was playing, and her excuse for doing so is that she was stressed. The writers bashing Ally aside, Hunter says something like, "Do you always yell at children when you're stressed?" in response, showing that even though he hasn't met those children who were doing something wrong, he doesn't think lashing out at them was okay.

...Meanwhile season 3 Hunter is yelling and lashing out at Fiore, a child, the whole time he's in the game. I know it's not exactly the same, Fiore is a bit of a demon-child, and Hunter was, ironically, stressed, but still. He seems so much more competitive and not as nice as he used to be. Being chill used to be his default, but now it's a sort of aggressiveness that just doesn't mesh with the original Hunter in my mind.

...I recently read that something happened behind the scenes that helped create this change in characterization, but as someone who wasn't aware of that when the first episodes aired and became upset when he was changed, I really would've liked to at least have an in-universe explanation instead of this just happening. Because until I read that information, I thought they changed him just because they thought the audience didn't like him much in season two. In short, I thought it was a needless retcon and became upset when there was no explanation for the change. If the behind-the-scenes stuff was a big enough deal that they wanted to change him like this without in-universe explanation...I might've preferred them just not using him at all. Then again, the season's not over. So I guess it's a little unfair of me to assume anything yet.

Anyways, that's all just my opinion. Feel free to share your thoughts or tell me why you think I'm being too dramatic about Hunter, haha. I feel like I'm one of very few season-two-Hunter enjoyers, so I'm not expecting that to be a super popular take. I'm just mopey that he changed, I guess.

[noahtally-famous]

not me popping back on here with a post after months of semi-inactivity (uni is being a bitch) just to reiterate how much i love writing the pahkitew island cast.

aside from sammy and amy (obviously), literally everyone else can be shipped with one another and it'd make sense to some degree, like it takes skill to create a group of people so inherently shippable (platonically and/or romantically) and ofc the writers didn't know it they just shoved a bunch of random ppl together and dusted their hands off on it but fr tho 😭

(yeah im planning out my leonave 'stranger things inspired' au, and the gears are turning, and i forgot just how much i love writing for this dumbass group)

(i swear im working on the next chapter of a guide to surviving the apocalypse too)

[lovecried]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚ DIVERSE PALETTE!

you always considered yourself diverse within the world of food & the culinary arts, but you realize how inept you are when you meet sukuna. he lets you know that your palette was weak until you tried him.

( fic demographics. ) jujutsu kaisen, sukuna ryomen, fluff & sexually mature | minors, ageless & blank blogs: do not interact & 1544 words.

╰┈➤ chef!sukuna, afab!reader (she/her pronouns), panty thief!sukuna, fingering, slight pussy job, unprotected sex, finger sucking, lowercase intended (i wrote this on my phone lolz), not proofread.

( author's note. ) kinda wanna expand on chef!sukuna now? would love to write a long fic dedicated to it now. it'd be so yummy 😋 !!

"oh, really?" his chuckle is deep, reverberating from his chest as he listens to you go on and on about the many trips you've taken around the world. how you've tried so many cuisines and the authentic delicacies of the people from whichever country you've made a visit to. you're not even trying to be a pretentious bitch, eyes lighting up in genuine passion as they sparkle under the dim lights of the restaurant of his choice.

the moment he had mention his interests in cooking, never letting you know that he was a chef with a restaurant of his own, you leaned in over the table, your interest evidently piqued as he gives a simple shrug, not finding what about his occupation made him so captivating. this blind date was supposed to fail, he thought. he believed that with the shrug of his shoulders and his dreadful nonchalance would pull you away from him. a sweet thing that sat at a table all along after he was nearly an hour late. eyes that pitied you as you looked around in expectance. truthfully, his plans were to stand you up, but you were badgering his friends and in response, his friends badgered him.

a few of his "friends" or his work colleagues as he preferred to put it, had set him up on one in hopes to get him out of his work. he found nothing intriguing about his career choice, yet he slaved away in the kitchen to perfect his craft. he loved his job, but he didn't see the point in talking about it outside of it. it's what he did, and when he did allot time outside of it, he didn't want to talk about it.

but you? you wore a vermillion dress that went well with your warm undertones, causing you to glow within the stiff building. where everyone else wore the safe colors of black and white, you stood out in the satin cloth that clings to you in a snug fit with gold jewelry that rests against your brown skin and further accentuates your beauty. you're not wearing that much makeup, but sukuna wouldn't know. that's not something he's too familiar, but if you are, it melts beautifully into your skin and it's alluring.

he finds your passion for the topic amusing, noticing that you're picking at your plate with your fork. you've eaten a bit, but not a lot. tapping his feet against the tiled-floor as he took becomes interested, it must be contagious. "what do you think about your food tonight? how does it compare to everywhere else you've been?"

"oh! um..." you stop in your tracks, eyes widening at the tone he takes. you realize that you've done it again. started rambling and made yourself seem like all that you're not. you become hyper aware of everything you're doing, wondering if you're being an asshole by bringing up your experiences. you've been told that you might come across that way. in fact, before arriving to this date, you were told not to bring up your trips. and here you are, doing just that. "um, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to come off a certain way—"

he notices that you drop the fork, letting it fall to the plate with a clank. you start fidgeting with your nails, picking at the skin. an awful habit you've come to have. "i'm no food critic or expert, just a foodie who travels a lot, so i don't think that it'll really matter. the food does taste good though! i just got... a little ahead of myself."

cute, he thinks.

"huh?" you grow flustered at the mumbled comment. you're sure he didn't mean to utter that out loud if you're absolutely sure you caught what he said. it's good to know that you've got his attention somehow.

"hm?" he dismisses it with a clear in his throat. "well, i didn't mean to sound so condescending myself. i just wanted to see if this restaurant was matching your tastes."

the heat bites at your face, as you're quick to dismiss his words. "oh, don't worry! i'll eat anything— everything matches my tastes."

"oh yeah?" his voice grows even huskier. "then im pretty sure you won't mind having a taste of me."

"what... what?" the conversation has took a turn and you're unsure if it's for the better or worse, but sukuna's sitting up in his chair, leaning closer to you to the point you can feel his breath against your skin. you didn't mishear him. you know that for sure just based on the dark gleam in his eyes.

"you heard me," a devious grin graving his features. sharp, carnivorous teeth that peak out from his lips in a dashing grin. "i'm dying to just have a taste of you. i'm sure you wouldn't mind having one for yourself, hm?"

₊˚⊹♡

he's an insatiable creature who's lips you can't help but devour whenever he's in your presence. a man that you can't get enough of and puts all of your endeavors to shame. you've come to learn that he's a man skilled in the kitchen as well in the bed, that first night after your first date with him, putting every other man and every plate into an embarrassed frenzy.

he was bold and passionate, despite what he wanted to deceive you on. his nonchalance could never hide how he yearned and strived to be better and to improve every dish he's created.

"no one's ever mastered anything," he told you once, while he cooked you steamed fish. his callused hands moving delicately across the plate as he handled the food with care. this was a dinner date after all, and he had to improve his little food critic. "there's always some way we can improve."

what you both believed to be one night of heavenly passion turned into more. something genuine being pulled out in the midst of it all. he was right in a sense. it was human nature to have flaws, but you could see none of his. not even with the way he manhandled you in the night, while in the day, he'd hold you like a lady.

he was a course that you had never tasted before. that exploded on your taste buds the moment you kissed him. with a lingering touch and the swipe of his finger against your bottom lip before he intoxicated you with his divinity. he was something that had you weak in the knees, ready to bow down to him at any moment's time. he proved to you that your exquisite palette was as exquisite as you made it to be.

his rough, callused hands that are tender from a long day's worth of cooking and preparation for the next hold gently as he carries you over to the bed. lines of blue that traverse his wrists, a thumb padding and rubbing calming circles into your hips. smooth and soft, supple lips that capture yours for a heated kiss— a shared silence between the two of you, minus the huffs of haughty moans and the air you both share.

your whines and whimpers are weak, swallowed by him as he devours you. but you do the same. nimble fingers that grasp at him, arms that wrap around his shoulder and nails digging into his back. he flexes and contracts at the pinch of skin, trying to get impossibly closer. the pile of clothing builds into a haphazardous mess, watching the two of you messily dance towards your bed.

and you bounce when you land on top, a squeal that should all be too familiar with this process. your eyes gloss and shimmer with an expectancy as they take in sukuna's spectacular form. black ink that travel the course of his body, prominent in the dim lighting of his bedroom.

your eyes roam as he unzips his pants, a relief to be unrestrained as he shimmies from out of them and they pool to the floor. black boxer briefs that hug him perfectly and does nothing to hide the growing erection that's underneath. all the while, his eyes stayed on yours, watching how you were so mesmerized with him. one knee causes the bed to dip, the route to you is now muscle memory. he hovers over you, an intimidating spirit that causes your stomach to flutter with butterflies and a pool growing in between your legs.

your fingers reach for the band of his underwear, and with you, he's not afraid to let go. he exhales as he lets you reach inside, fingers that graze and gently pull at the dark hues of his happy trail, combing your digits through the tufts of hair before you feel the base of his cock. you both let out a sound of need— you anticipating his cock and him loving the feeling of you around him. he has a habit of knitting his eyebrows together whenever you give into the urge, thick bushes that allude to one as a guttural sound leaves his lips.

your hands are cold, sending a shiver down his spine as you squeeze slightly at the base. he continues to harden under your hold, the tent in his boxer briefs becoming more prominent despite your hand inside it. your free hand comes to wrap around his waist, feeling each crevice and well-sculpted muscle of him as you drag him down into you. releasing your hand from his underwear, you buck your hips into his erection. you're so heavy with need, wrapping a leg to pull him in immensely as you mewl. "ryo, i need you."

with a menacing smirk, his eyes look down at you devilishly. "'m all yours for the taking."

"i need you t'do something, ryo," you specify, growing whiny at his teasing and bucking your hips further into him. his bulge rubbing against your pussy, your juices seeping through your panties. your back arches from the bed, grinding up into him for the friction and how it feels so good. your chest beats fast, your breathes becoming short with heavy want and desire. it's so bad, you're starting to tear up the longer sukuna withholds action. "please."

"alright." he gives in easy at the sight of a tear prickling the corner of your eye. arms lowering to press his chest into yours and immediately capturing you for a kiss, his hands going straight to cupping your pussy and feeling just how wet you are through the lacy fabric. you both move in a rhythm, further dampening your panties as you exhale in delight. you mewl into his lips, letting him swallow every sound from you as he gnaws on your bottom lip.

rubbing in circles to your clothed clit, soon enough he can hear just how wet you are from his very few actions. he tugs down the underwear, pulling it down by the crotch. you assist in kicking it off, well aware that this might be another pair that'll find itself lost and no longer in your possession now that it's in the hands of sukuna. he's hasty in shoving two fingers inside of you, needing to stretch you no matter how many times the two of you have both shared this bed. you croak out a slightly pained moan as sukuna sucks on your bottom lip, shifting your focus.

your walls greedily suck him in, your juices like a trap as sukuna wants nothing than to create more, to see once more just how your pussy reacts to him. deep inside, his fingers curl inside of you before pulling out. his wet fingers traversing to your clit and taunting your needy hole. you clench, your juices seeping out as sukuna circles your nub. "that's enough, hm? or does my darling need more?"

fingers returning to its home inside your pussy, you whine at the feeling as he sets a moderate pace, fucking you with his thick fingers. your eyes shut, basking in the feeling as you let your body relax into him. no, it's never enough. he fills you with a carnal need that you're not sure you'll ever be able to satiate. he has you addicted, forever wanting more. will this intimacy ever be enough?

"i need more," you finally answer, hands reaching for his erection once more. cupping his cock as he did your pussy. "want you— your cock in me. please, ryo. please."

with a few more thrusts of his fingers, he removed them and lets them dance on your tongue, letting you taste your need for him. your tongue swirls, saliva replacing your slick. he joins you in your hum of delight, missing him tugging down his boxer briefs. a length too heavy that it falls, dark shafts with a mushroom tip, he holds it. rubbing the tip with his thumb, he hisses at how needy he is, feeling how much he himself also wants you.

he plants his length in between your folds, bucking his hips into you as he slides inbetween your pussy lips. his head tilts, fitting it in the crevice of your neck. his breath sends jolts down you, feeling his lips on your jaw as the head of his cock kisses your entrance, slowly sliding in. "it's all yours, love."

and feeling him inside you again, reminds you once more that you've never had anything— anyone — as good as him.

[pinkestofpanthers]

you snooped through my wallet? | scott summers

pairing: scott summers x fem!reader warning(s): i would say this is pretty angsty? scott being a little avoidant, logan is kinda mean in this one? lots of fluff and comfort though! i should also mention reader is not a mutant! i could not think of any special powers i wanted to include.

if someone were to ask you, you would tell them you knew everything about the students scott taught at xavier's school for gifted youngsters. he even told you about his coworkers and their beautiful abilities. you always listened to his stories with an open mind and a smile on your face. you swore you fell in love a little more each time he spoke so passionately about what he does.

now, if someone were to ask one of scott's students or coworkers what they knew about you, they'd either stare blankly or laugh in their face. you see, scott didn't think of you as a secret, if there was anything scott was more passionate about than his job, it was you.

so why did it seem like he was hesitant to tell everyone about your relationship?

it made no sense to you. when scott first asked you to be his girlfriend, you raced back to your apartment and immediately called your mom. your gloating got to a point where you had your own coworkers asking where they could "find one like him". perhaps you boasted about your lovely boyfriend a bit too much, because now you were starting to feel like a major issue was rising in the relationship.

that was until late one night when you heard a soft knock on your door. you shuffled out of bed, grabbing a kitchen knife on your way, just in case there was a polite masked murderer on the other side of the door. checking through the peephole, you're instantly met with red lenses. letting out a sigh of relief, you undo the deadbolt and open the door wide enough to let scott in. you see his eyebrows quirk up as he spots the weapon in your hand,

"you can never be too careful, summers," you respond, leading him into your living room and turning on your lamp.

"who would gently knock on your door at this hour?" he asked, sitting down on your loveseat sofa.

"my other boyfriend," you quipped, shooting him a teasing glare. "water?"

"i'm okay for now. you seriously aren't gonna ask why i'm here?" he watches you as you move. right now, he wished you'd just stay in one place. your pacing and opening cabinets and fridges was making him more nervous than he already was.

"well, i didn't get a 'you up' text, so i'm going to assume this isn't a late night booty-call," you spoke and took a seat right next to him.

"i'm afraid not, either way if that was the case i wouldn't have given you the chance to get that glass of water," he joked and you only scoffed, taking a sip from said cup in your hand.

"how cute, scotty," you playfully rolled your eyes. "what's up? everything okay? i do appreciate any chance i get to see my beautiful boyfriend, but not when we have plans to see each other in...five hours," you finished and could see the man before you tense up a bit.

"do you think that i could do more for you?" he blurted out, fidgeting with his hands. you were a bit puzzled, you had never seen scott so nervous. and this was someone who was normally so confident that he didn't even need to ask you what you wanted to do, he had reservations and plans made.

"baby, relax a little bit," you started, setting your water down on your coffee table. "where is this coming from? what you mean 'more'? you do more than enough already."

"like, bring you around to the mansion. have you meet my students, meet charles of all people. do you think i'm ashamed of you?" he continued to ramble and you had to stop him.

"okay, i seriously need you to take a deep breath, hon. what's going on? what's got you so in your head?" your eyes scanning over him for some type of clue.

he let you know about the past few hours spent at the mansion.

an issue that plagued xavier's school for gifted youngsters was the topic of dinner. you would think they'd have bigger things to worry about than what they were going to be eating for the night, but you would sadly be mistaken.

"i don't know scott, i'm not really feeling pizza tonight," ororo spoke, flipping through the pages of whatever book she picked up recently.

"okay, what about from that indian place we all like? you were talking about their samosas the other day!" he replied. takeout was pretty rare at the mansion, everyone having their own regimen and meal preps for each day. today was not one of those days, considering that the team had dealt with a difficult mission earlier. so of course, not a lot of thought was put into dinner.

"if there is nothing else you can think of, then i guess so. you paying?" she looked to him, setting her book down for a brief moment.

"if it will make you agree, then i don't mind. let the others know, need to order before it's too late," he said while grabbing a menu.

with the amount of food ordered, no one was expecting a speedy delivery. that's why everyone hurried off and found something to busy themselves with while waiting. including scott, who went up to his room to make sure he'd call you for the night. he told you about the class he taught earlier that day, the mission he had been on a few hours ago, and how he was planning on ending his night. he even promised you that he would see you tomorrow, suggesting the two of you head to the county fair that was being held outside of town. though he wished he could have stayed on the phone with you forever, he ended the call and hurried downstairs. the rustling of paper bags and chatter filled his ears. the food was definitely here.

"hey, everyone. sorry i wasn't downstairs when they got here, i would have paid. that was all sorted out though, right?" he asked after apologizing, feeling a bit bad that he couldn't answer the door himself.

"don't worry, bub," logan spoke, "you didn't need to hurry up and end your phone call with princess charming."

"excuse me?" scott asked, looking at the man like his mutant powers made him grow three additional heads.

"leave the delivery guy's tip out the next time you rush off to take a phone call is all i'm gonna say," the man replied.

"you snooped through my wallet, logan? seriously?" with this, the rest of the kitchen got quiet, everyone's attention turning to the two men.

"i didn't! word travels pretty fast here," was all logan mumbled out, and turned to face jean.

"jean? you went through my wallet?" scott turned to his former girlfriend, who looked almost speechless.

"okay, i did! but i wasn't 'snooping'. like logan said, you didn't leave the delivery guy's tip. so i thought if i just went in and got an extra five it would be fine. was a bit shocked when i saw the girl, though," she explained.

"well, we can't all be hung up on the past," scott bit back, and this made jean sigh and logan scoff.

"for your information, my girlfriend and i are just fine," logan retorted and stepped in front of scott, blocking jean from his sight.

"what's that supposed to mean?" scott raises his voice just a bit, not wanting to scare anyone away.

"it means that you have a picture of a girl we can only assume is your girlfriend in your wallet and for some reason, tonight was the first time any of us even knew of her existence. everything okay at lover's lane, bub?" logan questioned, looking at scott defiantly.

"don't talk about her!" scott warned him, trying to push past the man.

"you're right, you're right. you shouldn't speak on people you don't know, scotty," logan teased and it only made scott cringe.

after a long pause hung in the air, everyone went back to situating themselves for dinner. if anything, they'd be nosy about scott's new girlfriend and his little argument with logan after their stomachs were full.

scott didn't even want to eat. he felt his appetite ruin as logan spoke about you. it didn't help that logan spoke so highly of his ex-girlfriend, but for him to not even know you and think he can make assumptions about you and him was enough to put scott off for the rest of the night.

he excused himself after finishing what he could from his meal. making his way back up to his room, he spotted ororo about to walk into the library.

"you okay?" she asked, just wanting to check in on him.

"besides feeling like the shittiest boyfriend alive? i think i'm doing okay," he tried to laugh it off, but the joke fell flat.

"listen," ororo started, "i don't think you're a terrible boyfriend. i think that the line of work you put yourself in is not one that you planned on exposing your girlfriend to, at least not now. she's not a mutant, right?"

scott nodded and ororo continued,

"bringing her around here would be lovely, and i of all people would love to meet her. i need to pick her brain and see how she deals with you," she laughed and successfully got a chuckle out of scott. "but this is why we set boundaries, and have little relationship milestones. don't let anyone make you feel awful because you're doing the right thing and going slow with her, okay?" ororo asked, hand landing on scott's shoulder to offer him some type of comfort.

"thanks, ororo. a part of me just doesn't want her to feel like she needs to worry about me being here. i still work and live with my ex-girlfriend, and for her to be reminded of that every time she comes here isn't something i want her to overthink about. i don't want it to hurt us," scott ranted, finally revealing all his fears and the main reason why he didn't want to introduce you so soon.

"don't you think it might hurt you both more if you don't introduce her and keep hiding her from this place?" it was almost as if all the lights went off in scott's head, and he finally understood he shouldn't continue hiding one part of his life that he cherished from the other.

ending the conversation off, he thanked ororo for her advice and promised her that she'd get to meet you sooner than she expected.

"i'll hold you to it," the woman smiled back as she disappeared into the dimly lit library.

after hearing him recount the entire night to you, you took a deep breath and found the hand of his that was closest to you, taking it in your grasp. you brought it up to your face and kissed it over and over. you hoped it would calm him down, but scott would tell you that your lack of a spoken response worried him a little bit.

"i think," you finally spoke, "that for a while, i was sort of offended that i was this hidden part of you. i felt like every time i would mention a friend of yours, or ask how a certain student was doing, you'd close yourself off. i mean, i'm no mutant but i felt like it was something you were uncomfortable with me mentioning? so i backed off," you explained.

"it also didn't help when you'd mention that there was an upcoming gala you had to go to, or that the mansion was hosting some kind of small party, and i'd sit and wonder if i was ever going to get an invite," you finished, letting go of everything that was weighing you down for the past month.

scott looked defeated, and you could tell he was feeling bad. though you wanted to tell him that he there was no need to continue beating himself up about it, you wanted to give him time to speak for himself.

"i just...what i do is really special to me. and you're incredibly special to me. i have this weird feeling that if i introduce you to everyone, things might fall apart," he let out, and you looked at him sympathetically.

"you'll never know if you don't try, honey," you whispered to him as you kissed his cheek.

it was decided then. scott knew he wanted to introduce you sometime soon, but didn't know how soon. he asked you if you would be comfortable meeting everyone after the little trip you two were taking tomorrow. you could only smile and tell him it was perfectly fine with you.

as scott watched you interact with those living in the house, he doesn't understand why he never wanted these two important parts of his life to interact with each other. it was endearing, truly. watching you laugh with rogue, go back and forth with logan, and even answer all of ororo's questions. while conversing with jean, his eyes met yours from across the room and you could only grin back at him. he doesn't know what he was ever scared of. though his nerves died down a little bit, there was still one person that scott was a bit anxious for you to interact with.

"excuse me," you two heard as you made your way back into scott's arms. turning around, you felt scott's grip on your waist tighten, and your eyes met with the man who was before you.

"hello! you must be-" you excitedly chirped before he politely interrupted,

"professor charles xavier. it is so wonderful to finally meet you," the older man answered with a warm smile.

a/n: hello everyone! i hope that you enjoyed what you've read! i've been searching for scott fics all over and have found almost nothing so i decided to just write one on my own. i haven't written a full fic in so long so please be kind. thank you so so much!!! <3

[cretenu]

"I LOVE YOU!" ft. suga and kenma

content: when they said "i love you" for the first time! sugawara x gn! reader, kenma x gn! reader

warnings: none! just fluff :>

notes: i love these boys so much :( this is my first time writing suga and kenma and it was honestly really fun! i hope you enjoy it! <3

soundtrack: first day of my life - bright eyes

koushi sugawara loves every part of you. it might take months before he says it out loud, but lord has he been thinking it. it started with him catching himself saying the phrase in his head at little things you would do. you bought him his favorite food? "i love you" in his head. you tripped and fell, laughing it off while blushing from embarrassment? "i love you" in his head. you listened intently while he talked to you in detail about the most obscure subjects? "i love you" in his head. he actually didn't mean to say it out loud the day it happened. you guys had been dating for some time. the two of you were playing volleyball together, aimlessly passing the ball back and forth. you were rambling to him about a random topic-- something absolutely stupid. even if he didn't fully understand what you were saying, the way you talked with such passion and enthusiasm made him love you that much more. you passed the ball to him and said something totally dumb with a frazzled expression on your face, making him laugh. "What?" you asked. "I'm dead serious!" he continued to laugh even harder-- from your statement, and from his sheer affection for you. "Man, I love you, y/n" he said. the exasperated look on your face quickly turned to one of shock, then to one of awe. it wasn't long before Suga realized what had escaped his mouth. it wasn't intentional, but he didn't regret it. the lighthearted atmosphere had changed. "You love me?" you said. "Of course, y/n! Why wouldn't I? You're like, my favorite person ever." he was closer now, looking down on you, deep into your eyes. "I love you too, Koushi" you said, pulling him close. "So much, even when you laugh at me." you gave him a playful push. if one thing is for certain, its that this man loves you so much. he loves you at your highs and lows, your triumphs, and your embarrassing moments. koushi sugawara loves every part of you, and he's happy he finally got to say it out loud.

kozume kenma is reserved about his emotions. he's not a fan of expressing himself, and he especially doesn't like being sappy. yet, he's in love with you, and he couldn't suppress that emotion if he tried. you guys had been dating for a while before he said it. still, he found ways to show you he loved you at first, rather than putting it into words. he would let you win at his favorite video games and talk to his friends about you, something totally unlike him. he made an effort to be just a little bit more outgoing than normal when it came to you. for kenma, it was one of those days that really tests your limits. from endless schoolwork to an extended volleyball practice, his patience was wearing thin. kenma is not the type to open up when something is bothering him. but you always knew. and when he finally told you about his rough day, you were at his house in a matter of minutes. it was quiet, the two of you playing a random video game together. that was until your eyes wandered to the shelf in his room, holding endless amounts of video game discs and memorabilia. from the corner of your eye, you managed to catch a glimpse of one game that stood out. "Close your eyes" you told him. "Hm, why?" kenma looked skeptical. "Just trust me." you said. he had no idea what was happening, but he heard you getting up and fumbling with his gaming console. you sat back down close to him. "Okay, open." you said. he opened his eyes to see the screen glowing brightly with the words "JUST DANCE" written in a bold font. at the realization, kenma immediately protested. "No way." he started to get up. "You're on your own here, y/n." as he tried to get up, you grabbed his hand and looked in his eyes. "Pleaseee Kozume." you begged. "Don't be a killjoy!" somehow, after endless begging, you managed to get him to say yes. kenma refused to dance at first. it wasn't until you physically took his hand in yours that he started to move slightly. after a couple songs, the two of you started to get the hang of it. you guys looked ridiculous, but between his awkward dance moves and your fits of laughter, kenma seemed to forget what was worrying him not long before. you both danced into the night, using up any energy you had before finally laying down together. you rested your head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around you. as he scrolled on his phone with his free hand, he was too preoccupied to notice how you had seemingly fallen asleep in his arms. he knew he wanted to say thank you. for brightening his day, for making him laugh, and for simply existing-- but he didn't know how. he stared down at your sleeping face, thinking for some time before placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "I love you." he said softly. and you heard. you heard all three words like music to your ears.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[boulderpunchinglover]

Could you please do boyfriend izuku headcannons? Please and thank you :) <3

SORRY FOR GOING GHOST. Summer has been very eventful(in a good way). Butttt I got Covid after going to an Ateez concert so, I'm stuck in bed. Sooo... I finally have time to do this so here you go! I'm really proud of this <3 also rip MHA :C

Izuku as your boyfriend  ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Boyfriend! Izuku loves to ramble about heroes with you. Double points if you're just as obsessed with heroes as he is and you two ramble together for hours on end. Sometimes, he rambles so fast that you don't understand what he's saying. He gets absolutely flustered when you caress his face and tell him to chill out.

You and Inko have an amazing relationship! You go to Boyfriend! Izuku's house even when he's not there just to hang out with her. On several occasions, Izuku has arrived home from wherever he was, wanting to hang out with you, just for you to already be sitting on the kitchen table having a cup of tea with his mom.

Despite being easily flustered, Boyfriend! Izuku loves physical touch. He hugs you at any chance he gets! when you guys are on the commuter train, he feels at ease laying on your shoulder and just falling asleep. Let him rest, he deserves it ♡ He is ok with being the big spoon but, much prefers to be the little spoon. After all he's been through, he just wants to feel secure and at ease.

Do fights even exist in your relationship? It's claimed that having arguments in relationships are totally normal but, you and Boyfriend! Izuku have never had a single argument. He has never said a harsh word towards you. But if you're frustrated at something and you take your anger out on him, he wouldn't be upset at you. He will give you some space for a while and then make it clear to you that although he understands your anger, he didn't appreciate what you said to him. This results in you feeling guilty and apologizing. Couple goals when it comes to communication ♡

Your first kiss was before you two officially started dating. You initiated the first kiss with Boyfriend! Izuku but, he was the one to confess. Being the gentleman he is, he offered to walk you home from school. As you two are walking, you cannot stop looking at him as he rants about the hard math test you two took that day. You're enamored with the way he gets worked up when he talks about something he's passionate about, how his eyebrows scrunch out of frustration, and his lips move when he speaks... You didn't even realize you kissed him until the silence that came from it happened. Izuku looked at you with the most flustered face you've ever seen on the boy.

"... T-thank you!"

... It's a bit awkward afterwards as he continues to walk you home in silence. Later on that night, Izuku lays in bed looking up at the ceiling with the same flustered look on his face. He thinks about how he felt when your lips touched his for the first time. He felt a wave of affection that he's never felt before. For the first time in his life, Izuku is in love. And he cannot sleep until he tells you...

... Just like when he attempted to save Bakugou from that villain, his feet move without him trying to as he jumps out of bed and runs out of the house. He doesn't even care that it's raining. He needs to see you now.

When he knocks on your door, you're surprised to see him. "Midoriya, it's the middle of the ni-" Your sentence is cut short as Izuku grabs your face and presses his lips against yours. Although you're surprised, you close your eyes and melt into the kiss. As you two hold and kiss each other in the rain, you knew that you would never let him go ♡

[lampochkaart]

Kokichi is asexual and you can't change my mind (and Kaito is an ace too 'cause i said so)

Here is why i think that way

Disclaimer! This post is not created to judge or shame anyone. I created it to explain why i think about them in that way and maybe try to make this headcanon to be more popular. I might sound kinda salty at times here but in general I don't mean to hurt anybody.

It kinda confuses me why so often Kokichi portrayed a little bit too intrested in making sexual comments and jokes. I probably shouldn't be surprised, because I know that we live in a sex obsessed world. I'm kinda used to it at this point. But I think people kinda exaggerate it.

In actual game he doesn't make sexual comments and jokes THAT often and 90% of the time they are directed at Miu who is the MAIN sourse of them in game. I even think that he would not say so many of those things if Miu wouldn't be starting it first.

He even get's confused for a second when Gonta tells him he couldn't catch Miu for Insect Meet and Greet because his "face got hot".

And in bonus mode Dangan Salmon Team he isn't particularly intrested in that either. In most cases when the player chooses sexual option even though the game states that it was a good option Kokichi will often just change the coversation to a different topic. Yeah, they had fun, but they didn't really talk that much about initial chosen option.

"Let's read a dirty book."

"How about joining my organization instead?" *starts rambling about his organization*

And yes, I REFUSE to call this protag Shuichi. This is NOT my favorite protagonist. He would not fucking say this.

Look how they massacred my boy *cries*

One thing Kokichi also does very often is being sarcastic. I really like this scene. But surprisingly I've seen people taking his excitement as genuine and was like ??? How? Have you gone so crazy after you've seen his first phrase that you blacked out and missed part when he went "nope :)". He literally was like "Is that what you wanted me to say? You wish😊🖕"

I also like how sometimes when the protagonist say something sexual Ouma redirects topic from himself. And he often suggests Tenko as alternative. For a long time I couldn't understand why it was her specifically. And then I realised. It's because Tenko will beat up any man who says something like that to her. He literally indirectly tells player to fuck off.

I can't belive how often those moments are overlooked.

I think that's all my main points regarding Kokichi. Everything else is not very convincing and can be dismissed. But I just want to point out that his color palette basically resembles asexual flag, because I think that's a neat detail.

Now Kaito. I'm gonna be honest. The main reason I headcanon him as ace is because I headcanon all my favorite characters as asexual. But there is a reason I fully accepted him as ace.

The scene in Talent Development Plan where he's discussing "man's passion" with Leon and Teruteru. While they were talking about girls it turned out Kaito this whole time was talking about chasing passion in more philosophical sense. And by exploring "unknown worlds" he probably meant space (they really should've seen that coming).

That's pretty much it. I just saw 1 (one) reason to make it canon for me and immediatly jumped on it.

I think that's it for both of them. They're not the only characters i headcanon to be on the ace spectrum (and i also have some on the aro spectrum too!) but they're the ones I think about the most, so I thought I'd explain it.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Just thinking of Peaches canon hyperfixation of plans and medicine and just... going into a rant whne he visits DBK's place the first time over some rare plant Redaon had cultivated and DBK jsut... standing in the background with a soft smile on his face as he sees his xiandi happy to talk about medicine and plants again and reminiscing on the times he'd talk his ear off when they were kids about the medical properties of various ingredients in the teas they'd make

Oh gosh this idea was cute I had to write out some dialogue for it;

referencing this post I made about catnip/cat plants with lmk characters;

DBK: "I wonder why Brother Azure acted so oddly when i sat next to him at dinner. He didn't drink that much." Wukong, sniffing: "Oh easy! You use Mao Bo He to keep away the flies right?" DBK: "Yes? It's one of few herbs that works for me." Wukong: "Mao Bo He causes mild intoxication and feelings of elation in cats! Lions are just big cats after all." DBK, surprised/amused: "So Brother Azure was drunk off my insect repellent?" Wukong, getting excited: "Yes! In a way! There's some other plants that cause a similar effect but it's different for every individual- oh... sorry." DBK: "For what?" Wukong, nervous: "I've been told I... get too excited when discussing herbs and treatments like that," DBK, smiling: "I have no issue in hearing you describe them. You clearly hold much joy for the subject." Wukong: "You don't think I'm annoying?" DBK: "Not at all. If I had, I would have said so. My ancestor was a herbalist himself after all. Now, tell me xiandi, what can I use to keep the flies away that won't make our proud Brother Azure turn into a kitten at the mere scent of me?" Wukong: (*tail wags happily as he charges up the infodump*)

Later in the Peach Soup au as Peaches is receiving training from DBK.

Peaches: "Oh! Thats a Zhi Zi!" DBK: "Hmm?" Peaches, pointing to a flower in the courtyard: "Gardeniae jasminoides. Sometimes its called a gardenia or a cape jasmine. It shows up in some of my books." DBK, knowing smile: "Really? Red Son collected some plants during his time learning under Guanyin. I had always assumed it to be a regular jasmine plant." Peaches: "That's ok! They look really alike and smell nearly the same! One way to tell them apart is to check the leaves. Smooth leaves mean Jasmine, Toothed leaves mean Gardenia!" DBK: (*fond chuckle!*) Peaches: "Oh sorry! Was I rambling? I apologise if I got a little carried away." DBK: "Not at all! Where did you come across such knowledge by the way?" Peaches, little bashful: "My uncle Sandy introduced me to different tea blends when I was younger, and from there I wanted to know more about plants and herbs and how they help people. I was actually hoping to become a doctor or a pharmacist before all of this... monkey business happened." DBK: "It's never too late to return to your passion. You always wanted to heal people, xiandi. Even back then." Peaches: (*shy smile as he realises what DBK means*)

It leads to a rare moment where Peaches discovers something positive he shares with "old him". Who knew Sun Wukong was a nerd back then too?

DBK is elated to see this side of his little brother live on - Wukong had put aside many dreams due to the War, and herbalism was sadly one of them. Wukong did continue to pursue medicinal knowledge after the fact, but his duty as a king and near-god had kept him anchored.

Peaches has lived 18 years with no such anchor. DBK is excited and cautious to see what path he chooses.

I love these guys so much

[kuro4thegays]

- No chocolate, just fruit on White day

[Word count: 3.8k] [Kaveh x male!reader] [Content: nsfw, top Kaveh, bottom reader, food play specifically fruit, if your squeamish please do know that there is a lot of saliva in this fic, oral(reader receiving), kinda crack fic-ish, please don't take it too seriously]

White Day, the day when people give reciprocal gifts to their loved ones, showing their thankfulness and commitment. 

“What took you so long?”

Oh, the sight that greeted Kaveh when he entered the bedroom, provocative would be an understatement. His cheeks were burning red even before he got to set his gaze on your face, yet when he did he was met with an expression that screamed nothing short of absolute pride.

“Work…” Kaveh’s mind was somewhere else at this point, completely lost within his own carnal instincts. God, why did you have to do this to him? I mean, how is one supposed to react when finding their dearest spouse barely dressed on the bed surrounded by all kinds of colorful fruits? Oh, and you looked damn good in his shirt, don’t think he missed how you left everything untied and loose, that single piece of cloth casually resting over your crotch was enough to single handedly drive him mad with desire. He just needed to rip them off of you.

You could just giggle to yourself, to be completely honest this was the outcome you expected, even aimed for. If there was anything better than listening to Kaveh’s passionate rambles it was seeing that passion in action.

“What is the meaning of this?” He stuttered, his brain must have been boiling inside his skull by how much heat radiated from his body. He took a careful step forward, yet immediately stopped himself on the second one. He knew it would be too late to stop once he reached the forbidden fruit.

“White day.” Your words were simple, perhaps painfully so. When have you planned this? Where did all the fruits come from? How long have you been waiting for him like this? Why him? Yet Kaveh's tongue was too busy licking his lips to be able to ask any of those questions.

“I see…” He mumbled. It seems he still needed a little push.

You picked up one of your many tools, a ripe bright yellow banana, and pushed your nail into the tip before beginning to peel it. Kaveh's eyes widened as he observed your actions, he knew exactly where this was going yet didn't want it to stop even for a moment. You threw the banana peel somewhere to the side, neither of you even batting an eye on where it landed, before placing the end to your lips, your tongue dipping out and licking the phallic fruit. 

Another step closer…

You licking eventually turned into suckling, merged with subtle whimpers sprinkled in with the intention of driving the other man crazy. Finally, you pushed the fruit further past your lips, your eyes falling shut to focus on the sensation before letting out the lewdest moan you could manage with your mouth full. “Kaveh…” The banana slid out just as fast as it came in and, not to your surprise, when you opened your eyes back again you found Kaveh staring right back into you, now the distance between you two much, much shorter.

“[name],” His breath was hot, temperature matching the one of his soft skin. “All this for me?” His eyes searched yours for any trace of approval and you were ready to provide as much as he needed.

“All for you, only you.” You broke the little string of spit connecting your lips to the banana only to set your focus on a much more enticing meal. “You know I’m all yours.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before leaning in for a kiss and he did the same. Your tongue clashed against his, the sweetness of his lips rivaling all the fruit you have prepared for tonight. No wine was a match to how you made him feel, nothing could make him feel even close to how you did. Which is why his grip tightened…

His kiss was desperate, needy and hungry for more, like your lips would disappear if he let go, like you wouldn’t be there anymore once he were to open his eyes again. His passion felt all devouring, like a fire setting everything near it ablaze. Everything about him felt urgent, like neither of you will be there tomorrow. 

Breathing seemed secondary, hence you were the one who physically had to pull him back. “Hey, breathe…” You shushed him, replacing the passionate make out with softer kisses on the cheek, a few extra ones along his jawline. “No need to rush, we have the whole night just for ourselves.”

“Right.” He was practically panting, his poor tortured lungs desperate for air, yet his lips still seemed like they were yearning for more. “You just do this thing to me… and once I start I feel like I can’t stop.” He whispered, needy hands reaching out to push you against the bed headboard, grabbing onto your shoulders to stable himself. “I just don’t want this thing we have going on to end.” He gulped. “I’m scared.”

“Kaveh…” You only found it in yourself to smile at him, his honesty was something to be admired. “I’m here with you, and I’ll wake up with you tomorrow, and the day after that, and after.” You could have gone on forever, yet decided to cut it off there. “Let yourself have this… and let me have the pleasure of knowing you, loving you, ‘kay?”

He could only nod. “Alright.” His lips found yours again, now much more secure in their movements. “You’re the most gorgeous man I know, inside and out.”

You chuckled yet again. “Shall we continue?”

The two of you quickly returned to your previous ministrations, letting your bodies collide onto the bed, Kaveh’s shirt gone within seconds while you still found your comfort in his loose one. His hand met yours, the one that was still holding the banana and brought the fruit up to his lips. His tongue escaped past his lips and licked the lengthy fruit end to end, thriving as he tasted the leftover saliva you left on the phallic object. He started mimicking your actions, taking the saliva covered banana and sucking the tip off before pushing further and further in until about half was already in.

“Tch, greedy.” You scoffed, grabbing his shoulders and holding him in place. You got him right where you wanted, mouth full with nowhere to turn to. When Kaveh opened his eyes again he found himself in disbelief with what he saw, your face inching closer to his as you sucked the other end of the banana. If his dick was only half hard before by now it was surely a rock hard erection. Eventually, your nose brushed against his as you both vigorously sucked onto the fruit like it was your lifeline, rhythmically pushing in and out, making it so that your lips touched each time you tried to take it deeper. The only question was who was going to break the connection off first.

Your movements turned sloppy, drool running down both your chins, which is probably why the banana slowly split in half, now moist and falling apart, making neither of you the loser in this game.

Kaveh quickly gobbled up his half of the banana, though his taste buds seemed to be craving something else. “More…” He grabbed your hips, pushing you down and stabling himself above you. “Give me more.” He was getting more confident and open about his needs, just how you liked it.

Unfortunately, as you got pushed down your hand fell upon a rather juicy orange, squeezing it until it squirted out its sweet juice. “Oh.” You turned around to check the sudden source of wetness covering the palm of your hand, finding the full plump fruit in all its crushed glory with the juices staining your hand. “Look at the mess you made.” You were quick to throw all the blame on him, bringing your hand up to his face and showing him the consequences of his actions. “What are you waiting for?” Your voice cut through the tension. “Clean up.”

He couldn’t hold in the gasp that freely spilled from his lips, the heat of the moment was becoming dizzying. He wanted to say something, something flirty and equally suggestive, but before he could do so his tongue had already escaped its confinement. The juice had already started drizzling down your arm, but before the first droplet could slither away he caught it in his mouth. Fruit was already one of his favorites, but God, he never knew it could taste even better when consumed off of your smooth skin. He licked up your arm, tongue worshiping your being as he reached the source, your palm, now all sticky from orange juice.

More, more, more… 

His mind kept screaming.

Both his arms were holding his meal in place, one gripping your arm while the other gently caressed the palm of your hand, ticklish motions causing your fingers to curl only slightly. He would be a fool not to notice how your fingers begged for his attention. So he readjusted his position.

Opening his mouth, now wider, he sucked on each of your fingers individually, giving each plenty of his care and attention as he groomed the sticky spots, sweet citrus more enticing than ever. It started with one finger, but soon he was taking three at a time, almost letting you touch the back of his throat before pulling back out… and then back in again… and out. Yet the citrus’ juice eventually faded.

He didn’t even need to say anything, his begging eyes were already talking by themselves. “Not enough?” You raised an eyebrow. Your teasing really did get onto his nerves sometimes. Yet you chose not to deny him this time. “Fine, fine. But…”

You got his attention.

“You can only have what I give you.”

It was a deal.

The sweet fruit still had something left in it so you capitalized off of it. Through the gap in your, or rather Kaveh’s, shirt you squeezed the remaining juice and watched as the droplets slithered down your chest, leaving cold trails in their wake. Matching your eagerness, Kaveh leached onto your chest in the matter of seconds, lapping his tongue over the moist surface and taking in all the fruity sweetness he could. So it was no surprise when his enthusiastic lick turned into rough sucks once he found the stray pearly bead that reached your nipple. If orange tasted good off of your fingers it tasted even better off of your nipples.

Moans were the only thing that left your swollen lips at this point, your pretty melodies serving as music to Kaveh’s ears. The little bud hardened under his tongue while the other was basically fighting for its life, being tortured by his thumb, as he spoiled them with his attention. You, of course, rewarded him with more fresh citrus, but instead of squeezing this time you chose a different method of extracting the juice. “Yeah, keep doing that.” Your eyes fell shut, groaning for him to continue as you grabbed the orange. Before Kaveh realized it he sucked all the juices from your chest dry, leaving him looking up to you for more like a lost puppy.

“Look at me.” Your call immediately stole his attention. Now, with his eyes all over you, you positioned the orange right above the area between your legs that was still modestly covered with that loose piece of Kaveh’s shirt. You tucked the fabric away, throwing away any semblance of modesty you might have kept up before, and rather aggressively stabbed your two fingers right into the orange’s center, observing as the extract squirted out onto your raging erection. 

“You want more, right?” You laughed. “Come and get it.” 

And Kaveh did as he was told, practically drooling just at the sight of your precum mixing with the sweet juice, the erotic sight of you fingering the orange not helping at all with his wild imagination. He leaned down before even a second passed, your cock stuffing his mouth full as he took it in with no resistance.

“It tastes so good…” Kaveh's moans were almost enough to make you cum on the spot. Oh, and his eyes, they almost appeared like they were glowing from this angle. You gave into his demands without any of your usual teasing, milking the orange for its last bits of juice onto his face and your cock by extension.

“Fuck,” Your actions only made him sped up the pace, licks against your sensitivity tip accelerating. “You like that, huh?” You threw your head back, muscles flexing and toes curling in anticipation, knowing that there is no going back now.

“I’m gonna cum…” You whined, thrusting your hips in motion with his mouth, focusing all your strength on the stomach area. You felt numbness envelop your body down from the legs to your abdomen, pure want and desire washing away any sense of exhaustion that might have previously stopped you. Your muscles flexed, body spasming as your hips arched into his warm wetness. You couldn't hold your mouth shut anymore. The whine that came out of you was pornographic, loud and proud without any shame or fear of judgment, as you released everything into his awaiting mouth.

Your thighs locked onto Kaveh’s head, back falling down onto the bed, holding him in place and making him take your fresh cum like a good boy he wanted to be. He gave your shaft a few final licks, taking in every drop of cum that somehow managed to escape his lips before rising up above you to show you his good work.

“You still have it in you for more.” It wasn’t a question anymore, it was straight up a demand this time. Kaveh was and always will be attractive to you, but oh God, you didn’t know he could be so much hotter when he started getting more outspoken about his needs, you could even say a bit spoiled.

Your response boiled down to an exhausted nod, body heating up again under him, watching your own cum staining his perfectly shaped lips.

He leaned down until your lips met again. You opened your mouth only slightly, yet that was enough for him to force his tongue in. What met you was not just his taste, but the mixture of his saliva and your essence forming a substance you could only describe as devine. Still, there were more potential ingredients to your little mix.

Your hands reached out, tongue still busy with his, and grabbed a nice pair of cherries. Somehow, you were able to push Kaveh away for a moment, just enough of a distance to be able to look at him. The poor guy looked so confused, like he had made a great mistake he wasn’t aware of, yet as soon as you dangled the fruit in front of him he already had an idea of what you were going for. He was really getting into the whole thing now, each fruit seeming like another possibility for something he never even considered before. His eyes had that passionate glow you fell in love all those years back. You could say many things about your relationship with Kaveh, but calling it boring would certainly be a big lie.

Your tongue lolled out, the bright red cherry placed right between your lips. Kaveh got the message without even having to think about it and attacked your needy lips in the matter of seconds. He sucked on the cherry from your lips, taking his time in how he handled you. You wanted to comment on your current predicament, perhaps both of you did, but with your tongues tangled together and busy even God himself wouldn’t be able to help you get the words out.

Finally, he let you win in this erotic little dance of yours, letting the charry go in your mouth, though now its taste was overshadowed by your own juices mixed with Kaveh’s saliva, a combination you could only describe as heavenly. That said, your attention was stolen yet again by Kaveh’s actions, his possessive hold on your hips tightening as he dragged your body down along the bedsheets. “Get on all fours for me, would you?” He whispered and you obeyed.

You turned around onto your stomach and got onto your hands and knees, throwing subtle, yet inviting, looks his way before spitting out the cherry pit. His hands started groping your hips again, bringing your ass closer to him. He started with only one finger, yet found the process of inserting it a bit too comfortable, so he continued with the second one. Again, no struggle. Only when he added the third finger could he feel the slightest bit of resistance. “You stretched yourself out beforehand, didn't you?” You could feel the excitement radiating off of him.

“Maybe.” You wiggled your ass at him, that and the vague answer only there to rile him up even more.

He chuckled, somehow he knew you were going to say that. “All this for me?” He chuckled, one hand tangling itself in your hair, making you look at him, while the other searched for something. “Is there anyone else in the room with us?” Your teasing proved to be quite arousing to Kaveh. “Shut up…” He turned his gaze away.

He found what he was looking for. A perfectly shaped, slightly bigger than average, strawberry. You tried to get a better look over your shoulder at what he was doing, but didn’t catch anything, instead you felt an unidentified object penetrate your tight ass. “Huh?” Was he not going to stick it in already, that man must have had the patience of a God. Unfortunately, he was getting quite a good grasp on this whole fruit thing.

“I can play that game too.” He descended, his head now finding comfort nuzzling between your ass cheeks. He used his tongue to further tease your rim, licking and sucking on the part of the strawberry sticking out of it like it was a butt plug. His breath felt so warm against your sensitive areas, you were getting hard again just by having his face so intimately close to your hole.

He bit into the crimson strawberry, pulling it out with his mouth and gobbling the whole thing down in a single bite before getting back into action as sticking his tongue up your sensitive rim again. “Fuck…” You cried out, arching your back into the mattress as he licked your insides clean, the strawberry juice trickling down from your hole. “Please, Kaveh… just fuck me already.” Your teasing turned into begging, but luckily he wasn’t a picky man.

With a light tap on your ass Kaveh pulled out momentarily. “Are you begging now?” He giggled, it really felt good having someone wrapped around his fingers like this. “But how could I ever deny a pretty boy like you?” He placed the softest kiss on the nape of your neck, a small gesture to ease you for what was about to come.

He got into a comfortable position, leaning above you, before setting his erection free from its confinements and giving it an experimental stroke. After spreading the precum all around the head he adjusted his stance and pressed the tip to your tight pucker hole. “Ready?”

You could just return him an excited nod, grinding your cheeks against his dick in hopes that it’ll make him put it in sooner. Expectantly, your plan worked.

His thick shaft pierced your asshole, slowly entering your most intimate spot before bottoming out completely. The moan that spilled out of Kaveh’s mouth felt guttural, like that of a starved man finally being fed some good food, the twitching of his cock causing enough friction to stimulate your prostate just a tiny bit. “You’re so tight.” He breathed out, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting in again. It took him no more than two thrusts to find your sweet spot and when he did he knew how to abuse that knowledge.

His pace quickened, desperation merging with the air around you until the whole room felt hot. You tried to match his pace with your constant grinding, but found it hard to keep up while getting stabbed in the prostate with each thrust. Eventually, you gave up all your control, your head buried in the soft pillows, your drool making a mess everywhere.

“Look up.” His words were followed up by quick and shallow exhales, grabbing your hair and tugging your head back. “Bite down.” He shoved an apple into your face and with no other choice you bit down, probably harder than he meant you to. “Good boy.”

His moans were louder than ever, his voice rising in pitch the closer he got to climaxing. “[name],” He groaned. “I can’t help it… when you tighten around me. I think I’m going to…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his poor lungs were already in desperate need of air and talking wasn’t helping. You, on the other hand, could just whimper and whine around the apple like a bitch in heat, fingers arching as your hand searched for your own neglected cock. With just a few pumps you felt your legs going numb, eyes falling shut as your body almost tried to reject the sudden onslaught of pleasure, but Kaveh’s hold was too firm to let you get away. With just a single extra thrust your cock released its load, balls tightening as the explosive wave of your own orgasm took over.

Kaveh was no different. “Yes, yes- hah… tighten.” He couldn’t hold it in anymore, the clenching of your hole was basically milking his balls for everything they had. It took him just a few more thrust before he spilled himself inside and what an orgasm it was. Almost instantly his body gave out, falling right on top of yours and knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“No more…” You released the apple from your bite, gasping for air as soon as you got the chance. Only now could you feel how sweaty your body has gotten, the thin glossy layer almost enveloping you whole. Both of you were left panting, how could you not after such an explosive climax?

“You’re too good for me?” Among the sea of desperate pants Kaveh managed to let a few words out. 

“How is that the conclusion you reached after this?” You chuckled, giving into his embrace.

“You make me feel better than I thought possible.” He nuzzled your nape, the same spot he kissed just a moment earlier. His body was slowly cooling down, yet he still wasn’t ready to pull out. You could shower in the morning anyways, he thought.

“You do the same to me.” You buried your head back into the mattress. “Guess we’re equal.”

“Yeah.” His speech turned into quiet mumbling, just enough for only you to hear. “Thank you.”

“Thank you too.” You whispered.

“For what?”

“For being here with me”

-

You had to eat fruit salads for the rest of the week.

[Writer’s note: honestly I was just kind of fucking around this time. had this idea since far back and found it funny so now it's a full fic. don't take it too seriously, I'm just experimenting with different kinks here. finished it last minute like last time, sigh... now please feel free to leave some request for april fools because I genuinely want to write some crack, but nothing is coming to mind.]

[ageingfangirl2]

No, You! No, You! Sanji (OPLA)

You are passionate about something and Sanji is passionate about you. The rest of the crew either find your interactions cute or infuriating, depending on the day. Neither you nor Sanji care, because you're lost in one another. Sanji x Reader FLUFF

SANJI

I was in the kitchen preparing lunch while y/n sat at the counter drawing in their sketchbook. Usually, I liked to be alone but the sound of a pencil on paper and my cooking was nice. They were the smallest member of the crew, but don't be fooled by their cuteness because they packed a mean punch in a fight.

The two of us just clicked, I was passionate about food while they were passionate about art. Most people rolled their eyes when we rambled about our passions but they listened to me and vice versa.

'Sanji, I finished my sketch, do you want to see it?' they ask, excitement in their voice.

I smile, and take the pot off the stove, before turning around, 'I never get tired of looking at your art.'

They push the sketchbook across the counter, 'I tried something different with the shading, I wanted to make it look more realistic like you're not even looking at a drawing but the actual scene,' they gush, talking a mile a minute.

I was slightly taken aback in a good way because it was like I was actually seeing myself prepare the vegetables again from earlier, 'wow, this is amazing you have so much talent,' I complimented.

Their whole face turned red, it was endearing watching them get all flustered when they got complimented while they also waved their hands in front of them, 'It's okay, I wouldn't go too overboard with the praise.'

I put the sketchbook down and walk around the counter until I'm standing right next to them, and squeeze their cheek playfully, 'You're too adorable, how can you be this adorable? It should be illegal.'

They pout, 'If I'm adorable can I get a taste before lunch? I love your cooking Sanji.'

I release their cheek quickly clear my throat and turn away, not wanting them to see my ears starting to flush at their compliment. We were like two peas in a pod.

'err sure, let me grab you a spoon. no telling Luffy.'

I was making a simple vegetable soup. I dip a spoon into the pot and the next thing I know y/n is by my side eyes wide as they stare at the soup. My face didn't go red like theirs, more of a light pink, I hoped they enjoyed it because I'd added some herbs to change the taste.

I hold the spoon up, 'open up.'

They open their mouth and happily accept me feeding them. This was a common thing for us to do, sharing and feeding one another food, but to an outsider, it could look a little odd.

They smack their lips together, eyes closed for a second before reopening them and grinning up at me, 'Wow Sanji, how did you do that? I would never think of adding herbs to elevate the dish's taste. You're amazing, your cooking is so much better than my art.'

I shake my head, 'You're literally amazing y/n, so much more talented than me.'

They push me lightly, 'no, you.'

'No, you,' I laugh.

They stick their tongue out, 'No, you Sanji.'

I close the space between us which wasn't much and lick my lips, 'Be quiet and let me compliment you.'

They smirk and put their hands on their hips, 'make me.'

I cup their face in my hands and bring my lips down on theirs, they gasp and I use the distraction to slip my tongue in. At first, they tense, arms flapping at their sides, but then their hands grip the front of my shirt and they relax into the kiss letting me take control.

'HEY GUYS! ERR WOW...I'LL COME BACK...' Usopp says loudly.

I side-eye him and he hastily leaves the kitchen. I guess the moment was over. We pull out of the kiss but y/n still holds onto my shirt and chews their lip.

I put a finger under their chin to make them look at me, 'Tell me what you're thinking.'

They hum, 'I think I'd like to kiss you again Sanji. Do you have any other passions or talents I don't know about?'

The smirk never leaves my lips as I answer them seriously, 'Oh I have so many talents to show you. Who knows we might even find a hidden talent of yours. But lunch first.'

They nod, 'I think you scared Usopp.'

I chuckle as I peck their lips, 'it will teach all of them not to come into my kitchen without knocking.'

Lunch flew by, y/n oblivious to Usopp telling everyone about the kiss, instead chatting away while everyone stared between us. I light a cigarette and ignore the questioning and confused looks of the crew, instead focusing all my attention on y/n.

[gabessquishytum]

Chef Hob is the new cook for the boarding school that Orpheus attends (Robyn attends as well with the steep tuition discount Hob gets as staff,,,,,,,one of the reasons Hob took the job). Orpheus has never tasted food the way that Mr. Hob makes it before. Everything tastes so good and interesting (the cooks at home are sooooo boring).

So when he goes home for breaks he keeps asking his dad and the cooks at home to make things taste like Mr. Hob does! Since neither Dream nor his team of live-in cooks know how to translate young teenager descriptions into food flavors, they and Orpheus are at a loss.

Dream decides to be somewhat proactive -- there is only so long he can stare at Orpheus's sad, woeful, face - next time he goes to pick Orpheus up, he asks him to introduce him to this amazing chef, Mr. Hob.

👨🏼‍🍳❤️👨🏼‍🍳🩷👨🏼‍🍳

It's the beginning of break and Hob is in the kitchen, with Robyn, working in menus for the meals for the small number of kids who stay on campus during the break (Hob hates how some of these rich parents treat their kids, leaving them alone over a holiday period at a mostly empty school. It's horrible.) Hob tries to make the foods especially fun for the left behind kids,,,,even planning some meals where the kids can cook with him. There's a reason all the kids think Mr. Hob is cool.

Any way, Hob and Robyn are in the school kitchen together (Hob is forever grateful that his boy still likes to hang with his old man.) when the most beautiful man walks into the kitchen. He's being pulled along by a kid Hob recognizes, Orpheus.

Orpheus shyly introduces his father to Hob (who happens to be staring at Hob as much as Hob is staring at him). Dream didn’t think school "lunch ladies" were allowed to be as attractive as Mr. Hob.

Alsksjdhsbav such a great au concept!!! I love it!!!!

Hob ends up showing Orpheus's dad around the kitchen, plus showing him the menus he's been planning out. Dream is suddenly acting like food is the most interesting thing in the world to him - Orpheus is very confused, because his dad would totally live off pizza rolls if he didn't have cooks making his meals. But he shrugs it off and goes to join Robyn making brownies. Orpheus enjoys baking - when he's not busy with his music, he does his best to attend the fun baking club that Mr Hob runs for the students at weekends.

Meanwhile, Hob is rambling on about the nutritious foods he likes to make for the kids, how he's really passionate about fostering a healthy relationship with food while they're young... Dream is hanging off his every word as Hob talks about the different dietary restrictions he caters for, how he got really into vegan food because of the kids, how he'd like to do more in the community but he doesn't have time to do much except occasionally run a charity bakesale. Dream thinks he is the most beautiful and interesting man in the entire world.

Eventually Hob gives Dream a copy of his recipe folder to take home, and he must see the way Dream looks a little bit helpless, because he laughs and offers to give a quick 'cooking 101' demonstration. Dream does not mention that they have chefs at home who could handle the recipes. He's too busy watching Hob dismantle an onion. Dream has never wanted to be a vegetable so much in his entire life.

Orpheus glances over, and even with his limited worldly experience, he can see that his dad is totally whipped for Mr Hob. Orpheus thinks that this is a good thing. For a start, maybe his dad will start eating better. And even better, if they start dating, Mr Hob will come over to their house and Orpheus will get to eat his cooking! He needs to encourage this relationship as much as possible. (And hey. It would be cool to see Robyn more, too. He makes GREAT brownies.)

[bugcatcherkit]

very curious about your thoughts on a tome teru ritsu shou friendship. you are one million percent correct but i am also extremely curious what you think her individual dynamics would be with everyone in the group, how she starts hanging out with them, and the general vibes of their private minecraft server

oh my god thank you hfhhehvhe i lovee having space to ramble about my interpretations !!!!!! I am trying so hard to make this short and coherent (I didn't sleep at all last night) so bear with me ok. This got long sooo ...

Tome and Teru bond first by virtue of being work besties turned regular friends. Well, work besties as in Teru hangs out there and helps out a lot but would never officially take the job. Anyway they get along great because they can match each other's weird and eccentric vibe while also having an underlying bit of Understanding between them due to the whole "tried to rationalize their isolation with specific escapist fantasies that indulged it instead of addressed it" thing. I think they help each other bridge whatever gap remains from their difficulties in connecting the supernatural/extraterrestrial/super-powered world and experiences with the regular/normal/ordinary world. like theyre a good balance for each other. Theyre both So Much that it kind of cancels out. I just like to think they help ground each other. This is very important for their enrichment.

Some of their enrichment activities include: Tome trying to get Teru to fucking Relax For Once by introducing him to video games like pokemon but it kind of backfires when he gets Way Too Into It (this is where minecraft comes in also). Making a super expansive OC world and continually referencing it to each other much to everyone else's confusion. Trying to cure their intense boredom by hanging out together but never really knowing what to do, so they're just bored together. Their text messages are mostly funny images they found, not actual conversations. Their solidarity with each other is almost unmatched. They have a warriors bond.

Anyway. ANYWAY. I think Tome is just kind of absorbed into the Teru-Ritsu-Shou friend group mostly because of Teru, and partly because sometimes, very occasionally, Shou will be at S&S because of Ritsu, who is usually there only as a favour. Ritsu and Teru do the exorcism stuff and Tome and Shou have to sort the filing cabinets for the 5 millionth time because Reigen is running out of things that Tome can do. Shou does not mind these tasks. I think Teru and Shou both like having little menial tasks to do whereas Tome doesn’t. For Ritsu is depends on the task and who it’s for a think. But ANYWAY. Anyway they just grow closer from there probably unless I think of something better.

I like to think of the Tome and Shou dynamic for similar reasons as the Teru-Tome dynamic (character comparison reasons). Shou craved normalcy and decided to chase it post-canon. Tome wanted the complete opposite. So I don't think they would exactly see eye-to-eye immediately (why would she want to give up that normalcy vs why would he want mundane normalcy). I think Shou might even find her View of Things a little bit annoying, mostly because I think he'd be high-strung post canon and she is just not helping that, as opposed to him actually disliking anything about her. But because they are both quite considerate of other people, they work through these things and become bros. He actually probably really appreciates her Severe Genuineness and (mostly) unwavering will regarding her passions/beliefs. She probably likes his appreciation for simple normalcy and relaxation because it hammers in again that doing stuff like that isn't a waste. They love doing so much Nothing together because they both like to take it easy. I think they would enjoy parallel playing.

When they hang out they have to stop EVERYTHING they're doing to watch an ant carry something 4x its size across the sidewalk because it is so exciting to them. Shou is in on the OC world by the way. Tome and Teru and Shou develop it like they're in the writers room of a high-budget TV show. He updates her on every little thing his hamsters do.

For some reason I found the Ritsu and Tome dynamic like the most difficult to think about out of all of them. They're probably the least close? Ritsu treats Tome as Mob's friend in the same way that Mob treats Shou as Ritsu's friend -- with immense care and consideration, but not a lot of close contact outside of a group. He tries to be sooo polite with her but she Does Not match his energy. So after a certain point Ritsu just kind of gives it up. Then they start annoying the shit out of each other. I do think that Ritsu looks up to Tome based on what he knew about her in middle school and how he knows her post-canon. Because she never conformed to people’s expectations in the way that he did, and she is committed to a Fun and Meaningful Existence in similar ways that he wants to be. My ideal dynamic is a Ritsu who gets Weirder and a bit more childish around her, because he deserves it I think. I know I said they wouldn't be close but this is how they can bond more.

I HAVENT EVEN GOTTEN TO THEIR MINECRAFT SERVER YET. Tome and Teru are the powerhouses of the server because they are so cracked at the game. the only difference is Teru takes it so damn seriously and Tome actually likes fucking around. She's putting herobrine portals around and convincing Ritsu he's on the server. Teru is doing it all he's farming he's mining he's building elaborate builds he's setting up economies because probably has the most consistent resource supply. Where's that post where it describes him and Ritsu as "they keep making more elaborate redstone powered industrial farms" I swear I saw something like that. That is them.

I wouldn't say Shou sucks at survival mode but he probably isn't terribly good at it either. He seems like a "load in a flat world and build stupid things and spawn in the max number of mobs allowed in any given range." He's always asking people for stuff because he keeps dying and losing his. Or he gets lost frequently. He's followed by at least 7 tamed wolves at a time and every time he loses one he makes everybody stop whatever they're doing to come to the funeral he puts.

The only thing stopping Ritsu from basically speedrunning the game is the fact that he is scared of the cave noises/the monsters/the nether. Also him and Mob have to share an account so sometimes he'll load in with nothing because Mob got them killed last time he was on. Tome and Teru both suck at bringing beds with them when they go out on in-game days long adventures and everyone else is soo mad at them. Is this too elaborate. I could probably go on I just haven't played minecraft in a while.

[lykaios2]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT

I wake up in the night alot and struggle to get back to sleep unless rock myself like a damn baby.

So what about a one shot where reader is napping on rise donnie lap while he works and they wake up and get restless trying to get back to sleep so he rocks his chair back and forth so help them!

your idea has been heard

I decided to keep this one short, I didn't think it needed a super long story

anyway here you go! hope you enjoy

Like a Mother to a Child

rise donnie x reader

cw: sweet adorableness

word count: 826

It was another peaceful night in the lab. There was very little noise, which was a true rarity in the Hamato household. Everyone was doing their own thing, except for you and Donnie. Donnie enjoyed it when the lair was quiet, and he said enjoyed it even more when you were there with him. There were a lot of reasons he enjoyed your company, but it was mainly so he had someone to talk to who he knew would actually listen.

You were in his lab, laying on the floor while he rambled on about his newest invention. It was a sort of win-win situation for you two, he got to tell you all about his work, and you got to relax and listen to him talk. Even though you didn’t always understand what he was talking about, you thought it was cute the way he would talk and talk about his passions without a care in the world.

“…and so when you connect the transformer here, it runs the power to here, which allows the computer to…”

“Interesting. yawns Man, I’m kinda tired. It’s so quiet, I’m starting to fall asleep.”

“Oh? Why don’t you lay somewhere else? The floor can’t be comfortable.”

“Yeah, it’s not so fun when you’re trying to sleep. Would you mind…if I sat on your lap while you worked? It would help me sleep.” He chuckled.

“Sure, darling. Come here.”

You got up from the floor and stretched before walking over to his chair and settling yourself comfortably in his lap. He smiled and kissed your forehead before returning to his work. He continued to talk, but softer now that he knew you were trying to sleep. Almost in a whisper, but not quite. As you started to fall asleep in his lap, you snuggled close to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder. Every minute you sat there, you came closer to sleep. Donnie’s quiet voice, the noises he made while he worked, and even the soft and gentle rhythm of his heartbeat all came together to create this perfectly calm and relaxing environment. Before you knew it, you had fallen into a deep slumber. Donnie only figured this out himself when he tried to talk to you, but didn’t receive an answer. He only smiled again and kept working.

He worked long into the night, trying his best not to wake you up. You slept peacefully, never letting go of him. Everything was going well, until he dropped something big on the floor. The noise woke you up, much to Donnie’s dismay.

“…hm? What…what was that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry my love, I dropped something on the floor. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“…mmm, s’kay. I’m jus’ gon’ go back to sleep…”

“Of course, good night.”

You snuggled up to Donnie again, expecting to fall back asleep quickly. You were tired, so you started to get a little frustrated when 20 minutes passed by and you still hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You tried blocking out noises. You tried humming to yourself. You tried different positions, trying to get comfortable. But nothing was working.

“You okay, y/n? You’re a little restless.”

“Yeah, I just…can’t seem to fall asleep again.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That was my fault, I didn’t mean to.”

“No no, it’s okay. You don’t need to blame yourself.”

“Well, it’s still my fault, and I feel a little bad. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Uhm…I don’t know. I don’t really have anything to help me fall asleep.”

“Hmm. Oh, there is one thing that used to help me fall asleep. We could try that.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Here, get up for a second if you can.”

You got up from his lap, and he moved in his chair. He beckoned you back, this time holding you like a mother holds a small child. When you sat down, he started to rock his chair back and forth.

“What am I, a four year old?”

“Hey, be quiet. You can’t fall asleep if you’re talking, dum-dum.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll shut up.”

He continued to rock back and forth in his chair, slowly, back and forth. You were laying your head on his chest, so he was able to watch as your eyelids slowly started to shut.

“Hmm, this is nice.”

“See, it’s not so terrible. Is it helping at all?”

“Mhm…I think I might be able to fall asleep again. Just…hold me…and keep rocking…”

“Heh, okay love. Just for you.”

Donnie continued to rock his chair, and hold you close to him. Your eyes eventually shut all the way. It was so comfortable, you could just…fall asleep right there…

“y/n? y/n? Ah, I suppose you’ve fallen asleep by now. Well then, good night. Again.”

He gave you one more kiss on your forehead before laying back and falling asleep himself, with you in his arms.

[runningfrom2am]

hiii bestieee! I wasn't planning to send you a request this quick but I HAD to get this idea across!

A drew fic based on 'lost in japan' by shawn mendes! (Yes, a song fic request 🤭)

PLOTLINE IDEA: so the reader is far away from drew, and one night, impulsively, drew gets on a flight and comes to the reader because he was missing the reader a little too much than usual

LYRICS TO INSPIRE YOU:

All i'd take is one flight, we'd be in the same time zone

Do you got plans tonight, I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan and I, I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight, cause I can't get you off my mind

Do I gotta convince you, that you shouldn't fall asleep, it will only been a couple hours, I'm about to leave

BECAUSE COME ON THIS IS SOMETHING DREW WOULD DEFINITELY DO

anyways please please take as much time as you need! I already know the fic will be SO GOOD!! love youuu <3

AHHH FINALLY HERE IT IS!! im so obsessed you have no idea, thank you SO much for requesting this one i love it!! i hope it’s everything you imagined!!

lost in japan (d.s)

you're getting ready for bed in your small apartment, which for you, meant going back and forth between cleaning, working on lesson plans, and watching TV for hours on a friday night since you didn't have to be up early the next morning. typically, you'd be up quite late after a long week of teaching english to japanese students every day.

you love your job, truly, teaching and travel were your passion, and this opportunity has been amazing- but that didn't necessarily mean you couldn't get a little burnt out. you're homesick, more than anything. you miss your family and friends back home in north carolina, not to mention the beaches, and the sort of small town vibe that was nowhere to be found in tokyo.

you're just finishing up doing some dishes when your phone rings, and you're quick to dry off your hands and pick it up, furrowing your brow in confusion at the contact that's popped up. drew was busy, he was always busy, but you had been missing him, too. "hey, drew." you answer with a smile, quickly turning down the volume on the tv.

"hey! y/n, how's it going?" he asks, unbeknownst to you, chewing on his nails as he sits in an airport in another country.

"i'm well..." you answer, tilting your head a little bit. you're happy to hear his voice, of course, but still surprised. "what about you? how's filming?"

"it's good! i've got a bit of a break for the next couple weeks." drew answers, bouncing his leg and looking around the crowded room.

"that's good! you deserve a break." you smile, sitting down on your bed now. "what did i do to warrant the pleasure of a call?"

you talk to drew often, of course, being good friends since you met in university. you both had overlapping english classes and instantly clicked, and were luckily able to maintain contact even after he "made it big". he insists he would never forget about you, despite you joking about it regularly.

"well i was thinking, since i've got this break, maybe i could come visit you for a week or so." drew answers nervously. "i did want to surprise you, but i realize i don't know where exactly you live and tokyo is a big city so you might be hard to find." he rambles on a bit, waiting anxiously on your response.

"oh! uhm.." you reply, completely caught off-guard by his suggestion. you'd love to have him, but as you look around your small studio apartment, you're not sure there's room for company. not to mention, it would be a little embarrassing. you try to stay on top of cleaning, but it's hard to organize with little space.

"it's okay if you don't want me to come! god, i- i'm sorry, y/n, i shouldn't have thrown this on you so suddenly-" drew quickly backtracks, shaking his head at his own stupidity. of course he should have given you a bigger heads up.

"no! of course i want you to come!" you're quick to ease his mind as you sit up in excitement. "my apartment is just a little... tight, that's all. i was just thinking of where you would sleep. but of course, you're always welcome. when were you thinking of coming? i just need to organize a bit."

"well..." drew chuckles a little nervously. "do you have any plans tonight? i'm kind of already at the airport. i just couldn't get you off my mind today, decided to just go for it and hope you're okay with a guest."

you freeze up a little, in a bit of shock as you blush. he was thinking about you?  "oh! uh, yeah! i can meet you at the airport. what time do you leave? what time do you land?" you ask, standing up and looking towards your closet. you're getting ahead of yourself- it will obviously be a long flight, but now you're nervous. you've always had a bit of a crush on him, which was kind of an understatement.

"you don't have to do that." drew instantly protests. "i think i'll land around two-thirty tokyo time. i'll just take a cab, if you can send me your address and be up to let me in?"

"nonsense, drew, of course i'll come meet you." you giggle, already shuffling through your clothes as you look at your alarm clock. it's only eight, so you can try and get some sleep before you have to go. "i've got no classes until monday, i'll have a quick nap and meet you at the airport at two-thirty."

"sweet! that'd be awesome." drew replies, smiling to himself. he's so excited to see you, more and more recently he's been thinking about you. truly missing you, and he figured he'd take a leap of faith and come visit- especially since he knows you've been lonely. maybe, he thinks, he'll even be able to tell you how he feels. how he's always felt, and he'll be leaving japan finally able to call you his girlfriend. "so, uh, i guess i'll see you tonight, then?"

"see you tonight." you agree, absolutely giddy with excitement. "have a safe flight!" you quickly add in, almost forgetting your manners with the flood of adrenaline in your system.

"thanks, y/n/n. see you in a bit!" drew smiles, hanging up. perfect timing, too, they're about to start boarding.

you stand at the almost empty arrivals area of the tokyo international airport, anxiously watching the escalator and waiting to see drew after months apart. you had put on some of your nicest casual clothes, not wanting to look overdressed, but not like a mess either. after all, you had six hours to plan the outfit, considering you couldn't sleep for even a minute.

you look down at your phone again, checking the time for what must be the hundredth time since you left the apartment. two fifty-three. his flight landed on time, according to the screen on the wall, so he should be walking out any minute. you get a pit in your stomach, you're so nervous.

drew has the same feeling as he tries to blindly follow the other people who got off his flight, unable to read any of the signs directing passengers to arrivals and baggage claim. it's a long walk in a big airport, but it feels a million times longer since he's anxious to get to you. he comes to the escalator, seeing a few people waiting at the bottom, his eyes scanning for you, who he quickly finds. he feels his heart rate increase and he smiles, adjusting his bag in his grip, already feeling his hands getting sweaty. that's when you notice him too.

you smile wide, giving him an excited wave. you're practically shaking with excitement, or nerves, but you're just happy to not be so alone anymore. he gets to the bottom and gets off, quickly making his way over to you, you cringe a little when he drops his bags and opens his arms for a hug, you really wanted to hug him, of course, but culturally you know you'll get stares and disapproving looks. "hey!" you grin, immediately reaching out and blocking his arms. he furrows his brows in confusion, his eyes flashing with disappointment.

"sorry." you chuckle, awkwardly moving his arms back to his sides. "it's kind of rude to hug in public." you explain, looking around and hoping no one is offended. luckily only a couple people noticed, and they avert their eyes when they see you correcting him.

"oh, uh, i didn't know that. sorry.." drew blushes, avoiding your eyes for a moment.

"you're fine." you insist, trying to cheer him up. "i missed you, i'm glad you're here."

"i missed you too." drew replies, smile returning to his cheeks now. he doubts it will leave the whole time he's here.

"uh, do you have bags?" you ask him, gesturing toward the baggage carousel.

"nope, carry on only." he says proudly, lifting his bag off the ground and throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"oh, perfect! then we get first dibs on a cab. follow me." you smile, turning and walking towards the exit. god, you hate making small talk, but the silence in the quiet airport is killing you.

"so, how's work?" drew asks, trying to hide the nervousness in his tone. he hasn't seen you in person in close to a year, and even then you were both so busy you had to squeeze in coffee on a lunch break when he happened to be filming close to home.

"it's good! i really love it." you nod, glancing back at him as you guys step outside. "the kids are all so sweet. it's a great opportunity."

"that's awesome. it sounds like fun." drew nods, looking around to try and get a bearing on his surroundings. it's humid out, but not hot.

"it is, yeah." you say. "one sec, i think this one is free-" he watches as you wrap your sweater tighter around yourself, walking up to a cab and waving to the driver as he unlocks the doors. you turn and wave for him to join you, and he walks up and opens the door for you, letting you in first.

you say something to the driver in japanese, drew assumes you're telling him your address, and quickly after that you guys are moving.

you don't talk much on the drive, again, it's polite to stay quiet, so when you do you only whisper. it's about a half hour drive to your apartment, and you get out, looking up at the familiar building quickly before thanking the driver and paying him.

"i can pay you back, how much was it?" drew says as you fumble with your keys.

"seven-thousand yen." you answer, giggling and looking up at him as you push the door open, knowing that means absolutely nothing to him.

"uh, in usd?" drew chuckles, following you in.

"don't worry about it." you giggle and lead him up the stairs to the third floor where your room is.

"it's really small-" you pause before you open the door. "and a bit of a mess so i'm sorry, we can find you a hotel tomorrow it was just a bit short notice."

"i don't care." drew shakes his head, smiling down at you. "we just get to spend more quality time together, hey? it's fine."

"okay bigshot, suit yourself." you chuckle, shaking your head as you open the door. you both shuffle in and you try to get out of his way so he can put his stuff down, and the second he drops it on the floor his arms are around you.

you freeze for a moment before hugging him back, leaning your head on his chest. "i've been thinking about this for months.." he mutters, taking in the scent of your hair, your skin, just you.

"me too." you whisper back, gently rubbing his back.

"no, like- you don't understand." he says, pulling away only a little to look down at you. "i- shit." he chuckles, shaking his head slightly in embarrassment. "i've really missed you. i think about you all the time, the best part of my week is when i get the chance to call you."

“me too.” you repeat yourself, blushing a little as you don’t know what else to say.

“well, come on, no, you’re living your dream out here.” drew laughs, gesturing around you only to return his hand to your back.

“so are you.” you raise your eyebrow at him and he shrugs.

“yeah, well, not really. my dream isn’t complete without you.” he bites the bullet, hoping you’ll understand what he’s saying. he chews a little on his bottom lip as he locks eyes with you, scanning them to get some kind of grasp on what you were thinking, or feeling.

your cheeks burn furiously as you briefly look down, unsure really what to say. “well… me too.” you giggle, laughing at having to say the same thing again.

a small smile flickers on drew’s lips and he reaches his hand up, hesitating to place it on your cheek and gently lifting your jaw to meet his eyes again. he hears his heart beating in his chest, and so do you, as he very slowly at first leans in. his lips meet yours so gently it’s like he’s scared he’ll break you, making you smile against his lips as you kiss him back. almost so much that it makes the task at hand impossible.

“i’ve been wanting you to do that for years.” you admit, staring into his blue eyes as you pull away only about an inch.

his forehead stays pressed against yours as he smiles, his breath tickling your lips as he speaks. “that sucks, because i’ve wanted to do that for years. you should’ve said something, y/n/n.”

it’s safe to assume now that you won’t be needing the bed you made for yourself on the floor.

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imagine attending the same uni as jake… you meet through a mutual friend, but get close really fast cause you share the same friend group and attend the same parties. you’re instantly attracted to each other - you hide it more well than he does tho! his eyes roam shamelessly all over your body, as you tell him about the book you’re reading for school. he’s holding a drink in hand, one shoulder leaning against the wall, as he stares at the seducing motions of your mouth. music is blasting in the room, but he doesn’t miss a single word coming from your lips. his silence makes you suddenly realise for how long you’ve been the one doing the talking.

“sorry i got carried away..” you say through a nervous chuckle. “you must be bored.”

“no, not at all,” he shakes his head with a smirk. “tell me more, sounds really interesting.”

and he really does find the story interesting, don’t get him wrong. especially with the way your eyes glow with passion for the story, the characters and all the small details you pin point about it. he wants to hear more; he’s curious to know what happens next. but can’t he also kiss you at the same?

this is more of a soft cute thought, but IS it really?? cause we’re talking abt jake here. after you imagine his staring, his smirks and cheeky laughter that can make you wet in seconds, especially when it’s literally written on his face how bad he wants to pin you down and make you scream his name… i just KNOW the sexual tension will fly through the roof in this scenario. oh, how badly he needs to spread wide the legs of this pretty little bookworm!!! i’m going feralll

i love how your thoughts about jake always include him being your college mate  😭 but i'm definitely here for it because we LOVE this trope in this house. so ask and i should deliver sweetie 🤭

JAKE was really in the headspace of focusing on his studies this year. he barely managed to pass his exams, and he didn't want to let himself be distracted like he had been until now. that was until he met you. 

you and your stupidly attractive smile, you and your voice sweet like honey that made him feel things he shouldn't, you and your body that seem to be sculpted with the goal of having you down on his knees for you. and that was where he would spend his nights if you allowed him too. 

because not only were you exactly jake's type, but you two shared so many common interests, and one of these had to be books and literature. you were surprised when he admitted loving it, because, well, let's be honest, jake had much more the appearance and reputation of a fratboy than a bookworm. 

but he was, he really was, and you enjoyed talking with him more and more as time passed. you also had to confess that jake was hot, you would have to be blind not to see it, but contrary to him, you knew how to hide it. he was not discreet in the way he was always checking out when you crossed paths at parties, always meeting there because you shared some friends. 

jake also loved this side of you, the fact that you could be all dolled up, wearing the shortest dress known to mankind and wearing heavy makeup but still have an intellectual conversation with him about characterization and narration in the book you were reading for one of your classes at the moment. 

but god, how smart you were was really turning him on. jake wanted to bury his head between your legs while listening to your ramble about your books and not let go until he made you forget all about how to form a sentence. but he doesn't want you to think that it's the only thing he wants from you. so even if he can't help but lick his lips at the thought of having you moaning his name, he would not break the wall ateez and act on this sexual tension. 

and you're not immune to the effect he has on you either. the way he's lazily leaning against the wall, looking at you with lust filled eyes and a smirk on his face, had you resisting the urge of jumping his bones in the middle of the living room. 

"should we go somewhere more private ? there's too much noise here..."

let's say that jake didn't miss on the opportunity you gave him, taking you upstairs in one of the spare rooms, locking the door behind and finally kissing you like he had dreamt about. 

everything would be so messy and desperate because both of you are too worked up by the months of playing with each other to resist anymore. jake would give you everything you want, giving in to each one of your desires. and he would fuck you so good that everyone in the house would know about what you were doing. but that was okay, because everyone knew who you belonged to now...

[classified-coworker]

"42"

>[You discover a strange device, which is cracked and damaged. It seems to be some sort of audio recorder, though you're not one hundred percent sure what t's function it.]

((tw: graphic descriptions of gore and death, along with delusions))

>[You've managed to get the broken device to function, it's speaker coming to life with a click and soft hissing. It's difficult to hear, but you think there may be the sound of breathing.]

>[Before you can properly question the noise, a voice begins to speak.]

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

>[What? You try to talk back to the man you hear, but quickly realize it's a recording when you're cut off.]

"Today... It was a good day. We made progress. But... at what cost?"

"For- no, 42, has passed. It was a mess. We lose men all the time. It's nothing new, I don't know why I'm so... troubled by this one. Something about it just... haunts me."

>[The man's voice trembles, and his breath grows shaky, riddled with heavy emotion.]

"I should start from the beginning. Me and Ford, we were buddies. In the sense that we made up names for each other and chatted during breaks. Helped one another with work and would hang around in the other's office every now and then. We never went out drinking or anything, he hated alcohol and anything of the like. I don't know how he ever tolerated me."

>[He chuckles a little, followed by a quiet sniffle, which he tries to cover up with a cough, muttering nonsense about being sick.]

"That man was ...miserable. Now that I come to think of it, that may have been my fault... but hey, he seemed to come around. Over time things seemed to change, get better. Maybe he started to actually like me."

"I wonder how much of that was really him..."

>[The man in the recording takes a deep breath.]

"Both of us, being chipped and well-versed in how the systems work, would often be sent to collect samples from The Falsehood. I think they're changing that system now.... It's for the better, I believe."

"Ford was a careful guy. I... don't know how it got to him. But visit after visit, he would get weirder and weirder. These weren't typical symptoms of 'the shift', so nobody batted an eye. Maybe I should've looked further into it, questioned him more."

>[There's a long pause.]

"...Sometimes I hate this fucking place."

>[He mumbles something about cutting that bit out, before speaking in a more informational tone.]

"42's symptoms started small. He grew peppier and more pleasant, seemed to be bursting with energy and productivity. He started to do little things like drink more coffee than usual. He would talk a little different. The most notable change was about two weeks ago. The amount of work he got done took a plummet. I warned him about the boss, but he refused to listen. He began to ramble about this "thing" he was researching. We're not the research team, but he seemed so passionate."

"During last week's excursion in Falsehood, he continuously strayed too far from me, following the "thing", as he claimed."

"After, I'd had to nearly drag him out of there, despite previously having hated being there. His strange activity became extremely apparent to me a few days ago, where his innocent ramblings became these crazed rants about The Falsehood, about "them". I tried to talk to the superiors about him. I don't understand why they didn't see the same issues as me."

"During today's excursion, he was stupid. Reckless. Nothing like the man I knew. He guided me aimlessly down there, until we got separated. He ran off."

>[The man'e voice begins to tremble once again, seemingly choking up]

"By the time I found him, he'd stripped himself of the protective gear. He seemed ecstatic, waving his arms around and calling out into the smog. He was already sustaining damage, his skin was burning and peeling. I... kept my distance. I had to. He was directing attention to himself. He was already on death's doorstep basically begging to die. I- I did the correct thing."

>[He chokes up again, groaning softly at himself, cursing himself for being weak]

"It's better than I'm still alive."

>[The recording seems to end. There's a long break with not a single sound from the device...]

>[But moments after, it fires up with sound, projecting a grainy video onto the wall in front of you, putting on display what appears to be the man's body cam.]

>[Before you is a strange, dark place, pillars of strangely formed bone holding up a ceiling that drips black fluid. There's pixellated fog all around. Another man, who you assume to be 42, stays ahead of your sight, looking around in delight. He appears to be wearing a modified hazmat suit. The man adjusts his camera, gloves revealing he too is protected.]

"I can feel it Stryker! Can't you? This place is telling us something, I'm sure of it!"

"It's telling me to get the fuck out of here."

>[The voice is the same as the one in the previous recording.]

>[Ford turns around. Underneath his mask, you can see his face carries a playful pout. There's heavy eyebags visible, and his pupils appear to be tiny.]

"Oh you're no fun. If you're so adamant about leaving, so be it! I have something important to be here for. Can't you hear it?"

"Ford-"

>[Ford turns away from you, starting to walk faster. As the man tries to catch up, Ford starts running.]

"FORD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

>[The man tries to chase after Ford, but he disappears in a mass of fog, the particles causing poor visibility, the footage from the camera getting grainy.]

"Shit- shit!"

>[There's audible worry in the man's voice, and the camera is adjusted.]

>[The man begins running, your vision getting fuzzier the further he goes into the fog, until he passes through it about a minute later. The structures are more plantlike here, and there's visible signs of something having passed through, claw marks and ruts in the ground and bone. Freshest of all however is the bootprints.]

>[You follow the trail, discovering the helmet of Ford's hazmat suit on the ground.]

"No-nono.. shiit.."

>[He starts running faster, following his bootprints, finding more of Ford's suit scattered about. His breath gets shakier and he's left panting, and at some point, he seems to stop, deviating from the trail and hiding.]

>[The camera takes a second to focus, and when it does, you see Ford standing in the middle of a clearing, smog surrounding him, the pixels gathered around his form like flies to a piece of rotting meat. Ford turns to face the camera, shouting and waving his arms]

"Stryker! Come here! Join me!! I found it! We're here!"

>[The man remains silent, just watching, unable to move. Ford continues talking nonetheless, his voice getting raspier, coming out like he'd just been choking.]

"Don't you hear it? They sing to us! The angels see us in this place!! They're coming, they'll free us!! We won't have to suffer anymore, no more pain. I finally see it!!"

"They were all blind- even I was blind- but we're free now!"

>[Ford brings a hand to his face. When he pulls it back, his skin peels off, dripping from his hand like a pulpy goo, his face bleeding in a similar manner. Ford doesn't seem to understand is, starting to laugh madly, shaking heavily.]

>[Anything else Ford says comes out as nonsense, as skin behind to peel off from his arms, and he drops to his knees, his lets unable to support him as his pants grow stained red with his blood. The man with the bodycam starts stepping back a few paces, as the sound of a screeching static begins to come from seemingly every direction.]

"THEY'RE HERE!! THEY SEE ME!! SAVE ME, SAVE ME!!!"

>[Ford continues screaming, as the footage becomes riddled with pixels. A massive humanoid creature comes into view, it's limbs long and thin. It hunches over Ford, though he cannot see it, his head bearing oozing sockets where his eyes once were, He cackles with glee as the creature holds him down, his flesh forming a puddle around him.]

"SAVE MEE, PLEASE GOD!! FREE ME FROM THIS-"

>[Ford's voice is cut off as the creature puts a clawed hand over his head, instantly crushing it, with a sickening squishing sound. It opens it's mouth, several tongues slithering out from a slit in it's lower jaw, the ends bearing tiny claws, which pick the gooey flesh from his body. The man stands and stares for a few moments, before starting to run through the fog once again, grabbing a separate device, speaking frantically into it.]

"Man down- I REPEAT, MAN DOWN!! Excursion critical failure- unknown class anomaly within bounds of the elevator, levels of gas are extremely high, SOMEONE GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!"

>[He keeps running, the static overwhelmingly loud. Eventually a small elevator comes into sight, the doors opening as he gets closer, running inside and repeatedly pressing the close doors button. He repeats several things into the device, then grabs the camera with a shaky hand. He chokes out a half-sob, shouting something to himself in an anguished voice and punching the elevator wall, though the audio's too broken to tell what he said.]

>[The footage cuts off there. No more audio comes from the device before you.]